Post by Dean Harper on Aug 21, 2024 23:44:53 GMT
Dean is sitting on his throne, leaning slightly to the left with a smile on his face.
“Some people have opinions about how I’ve been handling my career as of late. So why don’t I take a moment to address that? That’s what you all want right?”
Lifting up his hand, “I won Joker in The Pack, held a secondary belt twice, and won the world title all in my first year in the company. I won the tag team championships twice. I won the Heir to the Throne. I got into the Hall of Fame. I won the roulette. Then, just for fun, I won the world title another 3 times.” Dean holds up four fingers. “Four-time world champion. No one else in the history of this company can say that.”
“All before my Twenty-Sixth birthday.” Dean drops his hand, “I’m not trying to be Spike Kane, Rob Diamond, my father, or anyone else. Why would I? I am one of the best there has ever been. I don’t need to put a catchy phrase on it. I’m not God, The Blood God, A better man or a goat. I just am. I’ve done things in six years that men struggled their whole careers to achieve. That’s not ego. That’s just fucking fact.”
Dean leaned back, “Why shouldn’t I spend the rest of my goddamn career doing whatever the fuck I want? Everything there is to do in this company I have done. Could I go for Invictious and Gladiator? Yeah. Could I find someone stupid enough to want to tag team with me again and go for those belts? Sure. Could I have more of my failures as a husband broadcast for the entire world to see by going for the world title a fifth time? Fuck yeah. But why?”
“I mean, there is a chance I will eventually do those things. There’s only so much time I can fuck around before Verona wants me to make this company some goddamn money. But for now? Yeah. I am going to flirt with everyone and anyone. I am going to be a trolling asshole. I am going to continue not to apologize for doing any of it. Suck a sugar-coated fuck off my dick.” A shrug of the shoulders, “I don’t live for anyone else’s approval.”
“Don’t I want to cave Warren’s skull in for the gaslighting, the manipulative way he used me and threw me aside? Don’t I deserve to rip his heart out of his chest and shove it in a blender the same way he did to me?” Dean shrugged again, “Honestly, I don’t give a fuck about him right now. Maybe it's the euphoria of freedom? Who knows. Maybe there will come a time and a place when I will get into the ring with him again and suddenly have the urge to make him pay for every lie, every instance of treating me like I am crazy and insecure while he continued to never really love me. But for now? Fuck him.”
Dean claps his hands together, “Let's get down to the bones of this match. It’s… the first of what? Six? Do I have that math right? Some might consider this a hell of a handicap for me. And sure, it is.”
“But can I be honest for a moment? I don’t care who you throw on the other side. I don’t care how many people hate my fucking guts. I don’t fucking care. Honestly? Throw the whole goddamn company over on your side. It won’t change what you’ve revealed. See, mind games? Attacks while my back is turned? Sending Fowler to the hospital? It proves that none of you feel strong enough to take me on yourselves, even footed.”
“And that’s hot. So let’s go. Let’s gauntlet this match. I don’t have any problem fighting a woman. I’m not like some whining bitches in the back. Rowan trained me. I had my ass tortured, ripped apart, and put back together by her. I watched Maxine's work. I know a woman can be just as good as, sometimes better, than a man. I know most of you understand that this is wrestling. So I hope you don’t whine about me not holding back. There’s no horrific abuse happening. It’s just fucking business.”
I still hear your voice, tryna rip my world to pieces
But I'm not your toy, you can break and leave there bleeding
The damage is done, moving on if I'm ready or not
But you drag me through mud, here I come now, I'm petty as fuck
(I'm petty as fuck)
Dean was sitting in the living room of the hotel room just waiting for the call. The prenup was fulfilled, Warren’s lawyers hadn’t put in any motions. Dean wasn’t losing any money and Warren wasn’t giving any. He’d have to deal with a few visits when Damien wanted them but other than that, he never had to see that smug bastard again. If he was lucky Pax would destroy Warren and he’d be face down in the mud, feeling even a fraction of what Dean felt. Dean wanted him to fail. Dean wanted him to fumble and crash. Dean wanted nothing but a career-ending injury.
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
The smug bastard was already seeing someone else like Dean hadn’t mattered at all like their reconnection had just been a mind game to get the belt like everyone had predicted. Cyrus should have killed the fucker. It would hurt less than seeing him act like Dean had never mattered.
I hope you're miserable, oh
So fucking miserable, oh
I hopе you're miserable
I hopе you're miserable until you're dead
Dean had to act like he didn’t care. Dean had to pretend that everything was fine, there was no need for Warren to add another victory. Dean sipped the wine as he listened to Damien sleep in the other room. He wanted it over.
Been keeping your shit to myself
If I said it out loud, you'd be burning in Hell
And I can make everybody hate you, almost as much as you hate yourself
But I won't 'cause (I won't)
I know (I know), one day it'll come around
But fuck you for now
The phone rang once before Dean picked it up, “It’s over.”
Dean sighed.
“Any plans for celebrating?” Tim asked, “Or keeping that for when you get home?”
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends (lose your friends)
I hope they call you out for shit you said (you said)
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
The damage is done, movin' on if I'm ready or not
But you drag me through mud, here I come now, I'm petty as fuck
(I'm petty as fuck)
Dean took another swallow of wine. “I might throw myself into traffic. You know, for fun.”
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said (you said)
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
I hope you're haunted by all your regrets
I hope they fuck you up inside your head
You know I don't forgive, I don't forget
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
“It’ll get easier.” Tim insisted.
“How’s your wife and kids? Still good?” Dean wanted to stop focusing on what a mess he was.
“Yeah, things are good. Be nice to have you home so I have a jogging partner again.” Tim was quiet a moment as if waiting for Dean to agree.
“Yeah…Yeah, something familiar would be nice.”
“I better get back to the office. Keep your head up, okay? You got a match coming up right? Better be preparing for that.”
“Yeah. I’ll try. See you in a couple of days.”
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
“Pandora… shit, okay.” Dean runs a hand through his bleached hair, “You? You have a reason to be here.”
“I’m not gonna shirk my responsibilities. I attacked your wife. I ended her return to the ring and likely she will never wrestle again. You? You have a right to be mad at me. You have a right to want my head on a spike. Heh. I walked right into that.”
“I took down two of the loves of your life. I almost made your daughter lose a second parent. I get your anger. I get your rage. Should I have been more diplomatic in my attack on Rowan? Yeah, probably. It won't make you feel better for me to say it was collateral damage. But that’s all she was to me. I had no grudge against her. Take your pound of flesh. You already took out Fowler, right? Come and take some from me. You are the only one justified to be here.”
“But let’s pump the brakes a little, shall we? If you are going to bring up Spike, I apologize for that. I have taken responsibility for that. Multiple times. Did I threaten to kill him in the ring if he didn’t back the fuck off? Yes. Did he have every option to drop the belt and go home to you, Astrid, and little Hope? Yes. But he picked entering the ring with me, knowing I had beat him every time. Knowing I never held back and I was coming to put a boot to his fucking throat.”
“Everyone and their mother has accused me of killing the bastard. Blamed me for not knowing he was dead. You said once you forgave me. I hope that's still true. Warren never did. Most didn't. But would it have made things better if I hadn’t pinned him? If one hit to the head was enough to shuffle him off this mortal coil do you think he was going to make it out of the building among the living? He was already dying. And let’s not pretend he was a saint. He used you and Astrid to rehab his image before flipping back to being the same cold bastard he always was. No matter how people tried to sell him since he died, he was an abusive, lying, selfish bastard. He didn’t care about anyone but himself, not really. He used people to get where he wanted. He’d done it to other wives. Other kids. And I think those of us who were there when he flipped back to Blood God remember how you handled that. You were already thinking of leaving him. Deep down, I think you were thankful for the exit.”
“But yes. Astrid. Astrid’s not innocent in this either. She signed up to be one of Rowan’s muscles for this recycled faction. She made a choice. She sided with a woman she once promised to take down. In the long run, I did you both a favor. She was going to end up just as bootlicking as Vivienne is now. We both know how strong Rowan’s influence is. I’m not sorry I took her out. I know you got a bone to pick on that, come and fuck me up. But when I beat you. For me? It’s nothing but business.” Dean smiles, “And you can go back home to your wife and your child. Hold them close and be thankful Rowan will not darken your door again. You don’t have to thank me, I did that for free.”
“Some people have opinions about how I’ve been handling my career as of late. So why don’t I take a moment to address that? That’s what you all want right?”
Lifting up his hand, “I won Joker in The Pack, held a secondary belt twice, and won the world title all in my first year in the company. I won the tag team championships twice. I won the Heir to the Throne. I got into the Hall of Fame. I won the roulette. Then, just for fun, I won the world title another 3 times.” Dean holds up four fingers. “Four-time world champion. No one else in the history of this company can say that.”
“All before my Twenty-Sixth birthday.” Dean drops his hand, “I’m not trying to be Spike Kane, Rob Diamond, my father, or anyone else. Why would I? I am one of the best there has ever been. I don’t need to put a catchy phrase on it. I’m not God, The Blood God, A better man or a goat. I just am. I’ve done things in six years that men struggled their whole careers to achieve. That’s not ego. That’s just fucking fact.”
Dean leaned back, “Why shouldn’t I spend the rest of my goddamn career doing whatever the fuck I want? Everything there is to do in this company I have done. Could I go for Invictious and Gladiator? Yeah. Could I find someone stupid enough to want to tag team with me again and go for those belts? Sure. Could I have more of my failures as a husband broadcast for the entire world to see by going for the world title a fifth time? Fuck yeah. But why?”
“I mean, there is a chance I will eventually do those things. There’s only so much time I can fuck around before Verona wants me to make this company some goddamn money. But for now? Yeah. I am going to flirt with everyone and anyone. I am going to be a trolling asshole. I am going to continue not to apologize for doing any of it. Suck a sugar-coated fuck off my dick.” A shrug of the shoulders, “I don’t live for anyone else’s approval.”
“Don’t I want to cave Warren’s skull in for the gaslighting, the manipulative way he used me and threw me aside? Don’t I deserve to rip his heart out of his chest and shove it in a blender the same way he did to me?” Dean shrugged again, “Honestly, I don’t give a fuck about him right now. Maybe it's the euphoria of freedom? Who knows. Maybe there will come a time and a place when I will get into the ring with him again and suddenly have the urge to make him pay for every lie, every instance of treating me like I am crazy and insecure while he continued to never really love me. But for now? Fuck him.”
Dean claps his hands together, “Let's get down to the bones of this match. It’s… the first of what? Six? Do I have that math right? Some might consider this a hell of a handicap for me. And sure, it is.”
“But can I be honest for a moment? I don’t care who you throw on the other side. I don’t care how many people hate my fucking guts. I don’t fucking care. Honestly? Throw the whole goddamn company over on your side. It won’t change what you’ve revealed. See, mind games? Attacks while my back is turned? Sending Fowler to the hospital? It proves that none of you feel strong enough to take me on yourselves, even footed.”
“And that’s hot. So let’s go. Let’s gauntlet this match. I don’t have any problem fighting a woman. I’m not like some whining bitches in the back. Rowan trained me. I had my ass tortured, ripped apart, and put back together by her. I watched Maxine's work. I know a woman can be just as good as, sometimes better, than a man. I know most of you understand that this is wrestling. So I hope you don’t whine about me not holding back. There’s no horrific abuse happening. It’s just fucking business.”
I still hear your voice, tryna rip my world to pieces
But I'm not your toy, you can break and leave there bleeding
The damage is done, moving on if I'm ready or not
But you drag me through mud, here I come now, I'm petty as fuck
(I'm petty as fuck)
Dean was sitting in the living room of the hotel room just waiting for the call. The prenup was fulfilled, Warren’s lawyers hadn’t put in any motions. Dean wasn’t losing any money and Warren wasn’t giving any. He’d have to deal with a few visits when Damien wanted them but other than that, he never had to see that smug bastard again. If he was lucky Pax would destroy Warren and he’d be face down in the mud, feeling even a fraction of what Dean felt. Dean wanted him to fail. Dean wanted him to fumble and crash. Dean wanted nothing but a career-ending injury.
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
The smug bastard was already seeing someone else like Dean hadn’t mattered at all like their reconnection had just been a mind game to get the belt like everyone had predicted. Cyrus should have killed the fucker. It would hurt less than seeing him act like Dean had never mattered.
I hope you're miserable, oh
So fucking miserable, oh
I hopе you're miserable
I hopе you're miserable until you're dead
Dean had to act like he didn’t care. Dean had to pretend that everything was fine, there was no need for Warren to add another victory. Dean sipped the wine as he listened to Damien sleep in the other room. He wanted it over.
Been keeping your shit to myself
If I said it out loud, you'd be burning in Hell
And I can make everybody hate you, almost as much as you hate yourself
But I won't 'cause (I won't)
I know (I know), one day it'll come around
But fuck you for now
The phone rang once before Dean picked it up, “It’s over.”
Dean sighed.
“Any plans for celebrating?” Tim asked, “Or keeping that for when you get home?”
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends (lose your friends)
I hope they call you out for shit you said (you said)
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
The damage is done, movin' on if I'm ready or not
But you drag me through mud, here I come now, I'm petty as fuck
(I'm petty as fuck)
Dean took another swallow of wine. “I might throw myself into traffic. You know, for fun.”
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said (you said)
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
I hope you're haunted by all your regrets
I hope they fuck you up inside your head
You know I don't forgive, I don't forget
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
“It’ll get easier.” Tim insisted.
“How’s your wife and kids? Still good?” Dean wanted to stop focusing on what a mess he was.
“Yeah, things are good. Be nice to have you home so I have a jogging partner again.” Tim was quiet a moment as if waiting for Dean to agree.
“Yeah…Yeah, something familiar would be nice.”
“I better get back to the office. Keep your head up, okay? You got a match coming up right? Better be preparing for that.”
“Yeah. I’ll try. See you in a couple of days.”
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
“Pandora… shit, okay.” Dean runs a hand through his bleached hair, “You? You have a reason to be here.”
“I’m not gonna shirk my responsibilities. I attacked your wife. I ended her return to the ring and likely she will never wrestle again. You? You have a right to be mad at me. You have a right to want my head on a spike. Heh. I walked right into that.”
“I took down two of the loves of your life. I almost made your daughter lose a second parent. I get your anger. I get your rage. Should I have been more diplomatic in my attack on Rowan? Yeah, probably. It won't make you feel better for me to say it was collateral damage. But that’s all she was to me. I had no grudge against her. Take your pound of flesh. You already took out Fowler, right? Come and take some from me. You are the only one justified to be here.”
“But let’s pump the brakes a little, shall we? If you are going to bring up Spike, I apologize for that. I have taken responsibility for that. Multiple times. Did I threaten to kill him in the ring if he didn’t back the fuck off? Yes. Did he have every option to drop the belt and go home to you, Astrid, and little Hope? Yes. But he picked entering the ring with me, knowing I had beat him every time. Knowing I never held back and I was coming to put a boot to his fucking throat.”
“Everyone and their mother has accused me of killing the bastard. Blamed me for not knowing he was dead. You said once you forgave me. I hope that's still true. Warren never did. Most didn't. But would it have made things better if I hadn’t pinned him? If one hit to the head was enough to shuffle him off this mortal coil do you think he was going to make it out of the building among the living? He was already dying. And let’s not pretend he was a saint. He used you and Astrid to rehab his image before flipping back to being the same cold bastard he always was. No matter how people tried to sell him since he died, he was an abusive, lying, selfish bastard. He didn’t care about anyone but himself, not really. He used people to get where he wanted. He’d done it to other wives. Other kids. And I think those of us who were there when he flipped back to Blood God remember how you handled that. You were already thinking of leaving him. Deep down, I think you were thankful for the exit.”
“But yes. Astrid. Astrid’s not innocent in this either. She signed up to be one of Rowan’s muscles for this recycled faction. She made a choice. She sided with a woman she once promised to take down. In the long run, I did you both a favor. She was going to end up just as bootlicking as Vivienne is now. We both know how strong Rowan’s influence is. I’m not sorry I took her out. I know you got a bone to pick on that, come and fuck me up. But when I beat you. For me? It’s nothing but business.” Dean smiles, “And you can go back home to your wife and your child. Hold them close and be thankful Rowan will not darken your door again. You don’t have to thank me, I did that for free.”
Well howdy there pardner.