Post by DorianRhodes on Jan 3, 2021 16:21:17 GMT -5
OOC: Jace and I talked about using each others characters in RP. He has been busy so I didn't use any conversation but the scene we had discussed.
"Rhodes in Consortium of Circumstance"
It’s blind faith dedication and steadfast commitment to self ideology and New Years Resolutions. It’s the ticking of the hand upon a clock that’s become the ultimate countdown of change. The final seconds of a year fade into distant past as Resolutions become the thoughts and ideas of those signed too Revolution One.
Revolution brings about a consortium of circumstance. The institution of solidarity in which the establishment of two have opportunity for capitalism of team; or as Revolution likes to call it, a lethal lottery for Tag Team Championship Gold.
It’s been nearly two weeks since ‘The Promethean’ has become the Prince of Nightmares. It’s the badge of honor that he displays around his waist or laid upon his shoulder. It’s the title that spawns the idea that Dorian Rhodes lays waist to the hopes and dreams of those who stand across from him in competition.
His partner of Revolution circumstance is one of those whose championship dream came to an end at Christmas Chaos, Jace Knight Myers. The Hardcore Gauntlet where the ‘Bad Seed’ lived out the dream of Championship gold, Jace Myers left with what could have been.
Now Jace Knight Myers finds himself on the right side of the ring standing with the HorrorCore Champion. Partners of circumstance coming together in defiance of a broken system searching for the golden luster in the eyes of all professional wrestlers.
Dorian Rhodes has an empty shoulder and the additional weight of another Championship belt was worth the airport traffic and the commute during the holiday rush.
The partnership of two sit in a booth of some run of the muck family owned dining experience. Dorian holds the menu as he looks over the allure of a holiday meal of sweet potatoes and a side of pumpkin pie.
He drops the menu and watches Jace as his eyes dart from menu item to menu item. An attempt to define the man’s ability to think quickly and decide upon a decisive decision.
He surveys his partner in a different view than when they faced as opposition. Instead of weakness Dorian searches for strength. It was an agreement by both that the holidays were second to the opportunity bestowed upon them in this title tournament.
Jace Myers lowers the menu as he returns the look of Dorian. The ever present question is what lays within the mind of partner. What’s the thoughts? What’s the questions? Does he present the possibility of continued success within Revolution One?
Dorian Rhodes drops the menu and the silence with an air of superiority noted in his tone of voice. “What’s this whole thing mean to you Jace? Is this a serious partnership for you or simply just another match on a different week?”
The two men are apparently in consorts with the coming of the New Year and opportunity as bestowed by Revolution. The scene fades as Jace looks towards Dorian and the two men begin discussing the coming weeks plans.
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I never knew myself until I heard the words of Sober Sadness
It wouldn't be the same but for the efforts of a valiant few
The road to now passed into shadows nearly broken nearly stopped
Refused to be eternal victim, fate is mine I AM NOT YOU
Valerians Garden
Eli Flair was a monster of domination and decimated those who stood before him. He was the original nobody and it was a name that he identified with. That name once meant something inside of this business and now only those who are true students of the game acknowledge.
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It’s been a few days since Dorian had met with Jace and the two formulated plans for the upcoming tournament. It’s the second tournament in which The Bad Seed finds himself since joining Revolution One. Golden opportunities keep presenting themselves as he pisses in the fire of competition.
The Promethean now finds himself just a few mere days away from that Championship opportunity and it’s been all quiet abroad. It’s as if the locker room of Rev1 is battling a holiday hangover. It’s no longer twenty twenty as it’s another chance to show yourself or for those on the wrong side of championship gold, redemption.
“Revolution One has become acquainted with the recently crowned Prince of HorrorCore and it’s apparent that I’m nasty between those ropes. The Rhodes map to victory has thus far proven to be unbeatable. No wrong turns. No detours.
Now the road brings me to that crossing of Meghan Kelser & Drago Santiago. Who find themselves the new dogs to enter the fight. The difference being that The Bad Seed is a fierce pit bull of destruction. These two appear to whimper like lost little poodles.
It’s a mistake at times for the little dogs to start barking up the wrong tree. Fortunately for the two of you I’m in the giving mood after the holiday cheer. I’m not gonna take things beyond victory… this night. It’s true I like to play games and enjoy that small hint of pained look within the eyes of my opponents. We’ll keep this simple. By simple I mean just two little numbers and one word of exclamation.
1… 2… DEFEAT!
I’m sure you two can process these words? I’m keeping them small for the two of you. I don’t really want to break out that box of crayolas to explain anything tonight. I’ll be introducing you to two shades of color though… black and blue. Those are the bruises you find upon body and shame this coming week.
Keep trying though. Hold your head up high. You’ll make it up a different mountain. You’ll climb a different hill. It’s the climb that’ll happen of a different day with different opponents. Don’t risk it all this coming week. Keep the phrase live to fight another day in the back of your minds.
It’s gonna always be an uphill battle and it’s not how fast you get there is just making that climb. Maybe one day you’ll make it. Maybe one day your name will be in those lights. Maybe that crowd will chant your name. It won’t happen at Sin this week.”
Sometimes it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.
Dorian Rhodes stands before a calendar still showing December 2020 with the fifteenth circled. He lifts his hand to the cold slick paper and runs his finger across the date. Looking down he see the HorrorCore Championship still sitting on the dresser sitting against the far wall. A sly smile flashes across his face and quickly disappears. He lifts the calendar from it’s hanging place and walks into the other room holding it securely. With a flick of the hand it lands in the trashcan placed carefully against the counter.
“It was the date that I made my mark upon Revolution Wresting and I walked out the Prince of HorrorCore leaving a path of destruction that was Amelia Hearts. It was the denial of dream and it’s not anything new from yours truly. I’ve made a career however short leaving a path of shattered hopes and nightmarish consequences of those who thought that they could defeat The Promethean.
Those hopes and dreams thrive for many coming into the New Year. Gold dances in their eyes and they sleep with content appeasement. Those dreams begin to shatter this coming week. Then every following week until those hopes are relinquished at the hands of the Prince and the Knight, Jace Myers.
It can be lauded over and denied in the silence of moments between matches. Reality hits hard when least expected. I’m almost sorry laying waste to Revolutions Roster. It hopes of dreams that keeps confidence alive. With the fading of each individual promise of anticipation leaves a locker room of disparage.
It’s something that I can’t lie about when I say I’m looking forward to those moments. The moment that the light dies in eyes and a glossed over instance of defeat becomes the norm. It’s as if each falling of opponent becomes a new mark of self confidence and I’m on an out of control train of devastation.
Tickets have been punched and passengers seated. Unwittingly following along the path drinking in the kool-aid of opportunities. It’s the most accolades that some will ever accomplish inside of this business. That of opportunity. It’s not anything they’ve taken or forced into reality. They settle for those scarce moments given to them by management.
That’s not the Dorian road map to victory. I didn’t come into Revolution sitting by and biding that moment I was given something. I mouthed it into existence and bemoaned those whimpers of those begrudged that I captured the prize they had been eyeing before my signing of contract.
I’d say I’m sorry but that would be a lie and I’m not the kind to lie for give false accounts of the events of my career. I leave that to those less willed and less destined for greatness. Case in point… my two opponents coming up this coming week. The first mark in the win column for twenty twenty one. The year of Dorian Rhodes and Championship glory. I’ve got an empty shoulder that needs filling and that next Championship is metaphorically already mine.
Then… I got a little promise to keep to Amelia Hearts. A Championship opportunity again… given to her… one more time. If I’m counting correctly… and I am… That will be three opportunities that The Bad Seed will be ripping out of her hands.”
Dorian walks towards the kitchen sink and turns on the faucet forcing the cool crisp sound of contamination of city water. He picks up and holds a clear glass under the running water. He holds it up and then simply pours it down the drain without as much as a sip.
“Disgusting. The roster of Revolution I mean. It’s dirtier than the water here in California. The state where water is nearly as valuable as gold itself. Between the droughts and the fires it’s a wonder this place isn’t more barren. Droughts. It’s like the weekly dreams I’ve shut down for Championship gold to this point. Fires. It’s the barren ash of those crushed aspirations.
Here’s the thing most may have failed to acknowledge up until I reveal it for you. I’ve got the mental capacity to turn anything from a Christmas itself, a calendar, even a glass of water into verbal ammo. Nobody can stand toe to toe with me in promo or between the ropes. I’m the best of the microphone and with those five star matches that I make week after week.
My opponents… If you want to call them that… Don’t hold a chance. They’d have better luck at a game of bingo at the local old folks home. Exactly where Jace and I will be sending Meghan Kelser & Drago Santiago; straight into retirement.
Again, a shining moment of verbal domination over the competition. The only thing that holds The Promethean back is the Promethean himself. There’s not a single person within that locker room that I can’t compete with; active or retired.
I’m the best thing this company has seen since Madman Sal… and that’s not saying much so I won’t even finish that statement. Am I baiting the former HorrorCore Champion… Perhaps. Then again maybe it’s just another truth in the list of truths that I’ve spoken.
Happy New Years Revelation…
Now that’s out of the way. I’m gonna show everyone why it’s the year of the HorrorCore Prince. I’ll say it now. I’ll vacate this title at the end of the year and in twenty twenty two… I’ll go after that World Championship.”
Dorian Rhodes turns and simply walks away from the scene. Bold words from the Champion. Surely, he means every last word that he’s spoken and that’s one hard truth.