Post by Dean Harper on Mar 2, 2023 4:45:36 GMT
One.
Step.
Closer.
Every week we get closer to what we want.
In fact we've been flawless whether individually or as a team since Metamorphosis.
That damn sure ain't changing against the biggest joke in the professional wrestling business and the living breathing proof that he's been laid at least once.
Even if she don't look a bit like him.
Your maybe she is maybe she ain't fuck trophy aside, this is our second dance, John.
I hate to break it to you but it ain't going any different than the first.
Last time we had different partners.
My last one was a lot hotter but this one is a lot meaner.
Dean's not afraid to split Daddy's little girl's skull open and have himself a lick.
And he ain't afraid to make her an orphan.
I don't have to take it to that level but Dean just enjoys it.
You've lost nearly as much in 2023 as I did in all of 2022 and we're only two months in.
You're nothing but a punchline and a punching bag.
I think I said that last time but it still applies and I'll say it every time I have the displeasure of facing you because it's never gonna change.
I'm no fortune teller and I can't see the future but this match was decided the minute it was announced.
I usually like to give my opponent's a little credit and not completely bury them but I can't find any to give you.
You beg for shots you ain't earned.
You're delusional about the history of IWF and even who the current champions are when it's listed at the top of the website you dumb fuck.
You'll be team number two that Fairy Tales & Nightmares mow through before we finish the trifecta at High Stakes.
Then we'll have what we want.
"Don't tell him, kid. You got a good thing going, don't scare him off."
JC Keeton sat at a picnic table, across from what only he can see or hear, the manifestation of his grandfather Paul Cantrell.
"It's Dean Harper. I don't think he's afraid of anything, especially crazy. He seems to be drawn to it."
"No… "
The old man shook his head.
"I'm tellin you, it's a bad idea. If you're so determined to tell someone it should be that fine ass lil number with the colorful hair. She seems sweet on you and she's nuttier than squirrel shit anyways."
"Jennie has a boyfriend and besides me and Dizzie are still together, I guess. She's just dealing with family shit in China. I'm telling Dean, it was your idea for me to call him about us teaming up to begin with. Remember? You told me to find someone who's done worse things than I have… "
JC pauses as he sees Dean walking through the park towards him.
"Here he comes, you need to disappear."
"He can't see me doofus, only you can. I'm sticking around for this."
“Hey, JC. Public meeting place. Always a good choice.” Dean sat on the picnic table, “So…What did you want to talk about?”
JC took a second, trying not to notice the look on the face of his grandfather's ghost.
"Yeah, public enough but still quiet and nobody around to judge me for what I'm gonna tell you. Before I tell you what I asked you here for, I wanted to ask you some stuff first."
Dean nodded.
"What did you think when I called you to ask if you'd team with me? I mean you pretty much said yes with little hesitation. Did you wonder why I'd ask you of all people? We ain't exactly been friends or really interacted outside of the few times we been in the ring together."
“I assumed you felt there was no one else you could ask.” Dean shrugged. “And to be honest, I figured you knew I’d say yes. When you need someone to not judge you and need someone to hurt people I’m pretty much choice one, right?”
"I guess so."
JC half grinned before his tone became more serious.
"The hurting people part was the main reason originally but not judging is what I need today."
"Don't do it!"
JC glared at the empty seat across from him on the picnic bench.
"Your old man kinda rattled some things in my brain with all those super kicks at Legacy. Doctors have cleared me and gave me a clean bill of health but I…"
He takes a long pause.
"I'm seeing shit. People. Well just one person but the thing is the person I'm seeing and having full blown conversations with is dead and has been for years. This ain't some Haley Joel Osment shit either, I know the dead people ain't really there. I feel like I'm losing my mind."
Dean took a moment, “Shit. Well, yeah I can understand why you feel crazy. I’ve had some voices and seen some shit. Not to lower your own experience, just emphasizing. So what does he say? Talk you down or tell you to do worse shit?”
JC sighed.
"It was his idea to call you. Not necessarily you specifically, but when I told him that I had to find a partner but I didn't think anyone would want to team with me because of all the bad shit I've done he said I should find someone worse. I don't think you're all bad but that's a conversation for another day."
Dean laughed, “we can agree to disagree on that. But yeah, I am worse. Okay. Well, tell your ghost he doesn’t get to talk shit and I’ll carry my weight. I’ll carry you too if I have to.”
"I don't need carrying, I think we've been doing pretty good carrying the load 50/50. I just need somebody that's gonna help me take those straps from your Pops and "brother". It don't hurt that you're running from demons of your own and hearing voices too. I appreciate you taking a chance on someone your family hates and for not judging the crazy. I don't think I have to say it but if you don't mind keep this conversation between us."
“No worries. Entirely between us.” Dean grinned. “I want the belts as much as you do. I think we’re doing pretty well as a team.”
Dean offered JC a fist bump, “So let’s just keep kicking ass.”
Dean is sitting at a desk, feet up on it as he throws a ball up and catching it without looking at the camera.
“Honestly? I’m not sure what is a bigger waste of time.”
Dean throws the ball.
“The Daughter who can’t win a match if it’s gift wrapped for her or the father who doesn’t seem to notice how fucking useless he is.”
Dean catches the ball.
“I mean, real talk. You have a full grown daughter. You have a baked in legacy. You could do almost anything in this company. The women’s division is pretty empty and it only takes a little effort to stand out there and she keeps tripping down the entrance ramp. She can’t even be bothered to tell anyone why they should care about her beyond who she is related to. And she can’t even bother to stand out anymore then Sara Cross.”
Dean shakes his head.
“How pathetic is that? A cardboard cutout could do more. A lap with a thong thrown over it would be more interesting. A sexy lamp. Hell I bet we could grab any nobody from nowhere and they’d at least say something that would make people care about em.”
Dean tossed the ball.
“Then there is John Blade. What is your losing streak at this time? Ten to two? That’s rough buddy. Can’t relate but I’m sure its got to sting something hard. And I’m sue the only reason this match is happening is because you want to win the world tag team championship but you couldn’t beat Angel so you don’t get the number one shot.”
Dean catches the ball.
“And it’s not like beating Angel is easy to do. But you went in like you were a honey badger when you were nothing more then a house pet. So I assume management is giving you a chance to prove yourself as a tag team by having you fight different tag teams.”
Dean looks at the ball.
“And I guess it works as a second outing as JC and I as a team.”
Dean looks casually toward the camera.
“So I guess in that way I can’t really say that you are completely worthless. You can be used as an example. And example of what is going to happen to any other team that management puts in our way.”
Dean grins.
“Personally, I look forward to beating the fucking shit out of someone no one is going to miss. See, I used to be the guy they would throw at new talent sometimes. I think there is a list somewhere about the guys who left the company after facing me. Tail tucked between their legs. Either because they couldn’t believe that they got beat by me or because they needed more medial leave and never bothered coming back.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Do you think that’ll be you, Family Blade? Do you think you’ll turn and run? Do you think you’ll take the beating and come back? I’m honestly curious to find out.”
Dean winks.
“Either way, I hope you saved up some sick time.”
Well howdy there pardner.