Post by res1 on Jan 18, 2021 23:16:19 GMT -5
Daniel Dream, wearing a smileyface mask, stands in front of The Slaughterhouse Gym's ring surrounded by cracked walls with a microphone in hand as he begins to speak in his quiet, methodic voice.
"New year, new me, actually no. That really doesn’t apply to me and it never has. I’m always going to be me."
"I am not a man respected or adored by the fans or the peers, I am sure they are cheering you."
"You know why they hate me, cause they love me."
Daniel answers a phone call from Lee Matthews.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this one. What am I doing?"
I put the phone to my ear, the line clicks when the connection transfers and a moment later a low, persuasive voice tells me the name of my opponent. I can almost hear him smiling through the phone. I hang up the phone. I glance down at my phone and see it’s past eight o'clock, the day before the match.
Fuck.
I SPEND THE REST of the morning formulating my plan to kill Dorian Rhodes.
"You probably think I'm up to something, dreaming of a way to beat you or formulating a plan to kill you, you know me so well, you are trying to get in my head."
"I know you will as well. I’m rooting for you! I’m doing better. I should slow down but what does that even mean haha."
"Everyone that has said I can’t ‘win’ a match has a chance to witness and experience me winning a rumble match in another company."
"I would like to thank myself, myself and myself. Without me none of this would have been possible."
"Nobody believed in me anyway, so didn't let anyone down. At least I was not eliminated first."
"I was told in the indies that I would never win a World Championship, vindication at its finest. Now to win my fifth world championship in a fourth company."
"And yet, there it happened anyway...is it so unreasonable to think that I may not be up to anything? That I defy my own reputation, just as you did?"
"I believe in you."
"I'm being disregarded, I understand I have a bit of a reputation, but I think the accusations are getting a little outrageous."
"We are Sisyphus not Prometheus, this is just one step on my climb to the top but we both know it's so much bigger than that because every time I get to the top, I lose my grip."
"You, my friend, are suffering under a tremendous weight. I hope you don't crack."
"You are weak, pathetic even, and wasting your life and my time."
"Just give them time, I'm sure Dorian Rhodes metamorphosis will be complete once he faces me."
"The weak resent strength when it’s strength not by their terms."
"You’re the future."
"They can either face the truth or face the wrath of God."
"I mean, when a mosquito bites me I swat that too. This is just the verbal equivalent, we find it easy to trend on and crush a worm that we see crawling on the Earth."
"It’s always clout with you people. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. No one cares about clout. My talent speaks for itself. It’s not poking the bear if I’m the one being poked."
"There are so many people this could be about, they come after me but it's like fighting off a gnat."
"I will tread them in my anger and will trample them in my fury, I'll pile opposition to hold them over as much as I hold a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, for the sake of being able to stand above my peers holding the one piece of tangible proof in this business that says I'm the best God damn wrestler on the planet!
"I like you kid, but I don't pride myself on anything more than my in ring ability."
"Ready for tomorrow night when Dorian Rhodes and I set Revolution ablaze in our match."
"I abhor you, I am dreadfully provoked, GOD I hate you!"
"WHY?"
"CAUSE I FEEL LIKE QUITTING SOMETIMES!"
"You can wonder where the Morbid Dream name came from but what I am beyond anything is a Warrior!"
"A warrior is putting it lightly...A blood hungry pit fighting pitbull and when the leash gets loose, I am coming for your throat."
"I will have dismantled that flea bitten mutt, once and for all."
"You said I'm not the only one who hears voices when I sit alone. You. Were. Wrong. Like I said, I'm -never- alone. The voices, the voices in my head have never been louder. Encapsulating every thought just as this mask encapsulates my face."
"A very specific bridge and a very important moment, the first Carnivore championship reign, now I'm always in search of the promo that I haven't cut yet but I seem to only tarnish whatever legacy that I've garnered."
"I have my moments, I won the Revolution World Championship just to have it stripped from me by Miles, fuck this shit, I'm going back home with this boulder on my shoulders."
I gesture around my shoulder in the shape of a championship belt.
"Yes, it's wrestling. All glory is fleeting and your value is decided only by the belts you have at that specific moment."
"It’s going to be so sweet when I end up getting my Revolution World Championship shot."
"Hold onto that belt tightly Miles A Way, because I’m coming for you next. Bet on that because I am a man of my word."
"Dorian, if what I wanted was your attention then mission accomplished."
"Yes. Too good for World Championship contention."
"Worry less about me and worry more about the match in front of you bright boy, unless you wanna get embarrassed, the name or mask is not important."
I laugh while pulling off my mask and take a seat, revealing my Morbid Dream face paint.
"I'm not wearing this mask just to protect myself but to shield everyone else from the horror that I endured."
"I'm happy on the outside but it's a mask as the crowds are gone, I wash out the face paint then hear people tell me that I'm disregarded, if anything, I need to knock off that bit of ring rust and maybe answer a few doubters' questions about me and about how the year ended because how do I ever let this microphone go without a fight?!"
"But I'ma tell you this right here and right now and if you had half a brain you would make sure you find some kind of way to remember it, because I don't have to prove a God damn thing."
"Good work is all I do, I cut The Temptation of Daniel Dream!"
"New year, new me, actually no. That really doesn’t apply to me and it never has. I’m always going to be me."
"I am not a man respected or adored by the fans or the peers, I am sure they are cheering you."
"You know why they hate me, cause they love me."
Daniel answers a phone call from Lee Matthews.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this one. What am I doing?"
I put the phone to my ear, the line clicks when the connection transfers and a moment later a low, persuasive voice tells me the name of my opponent. I can almost hear him smiling through the phone. I hang up the phone. I glance down at my phone and see it’s past eight o'clock, the day before the match.
Fuck.
I SPEND THE REST of the morning formulating my plan to kill Dorian Rhodes.
"You probably think I'm up to something, dreaming of a way to beat you or formulating a plan to kill you, you know me so well, you are trying to get in my head."
"I know you will as well. I’m rooting for you! I’m doing better. I should slow down but what does that even mean haha."
"Everyone that has said I can’t ‘win’ a match has a chance to witness and experience me winning a rumble match in another company."
"I would like to thank myself, myself and myself. Without me none of this would have been possible."
"Nobody believed in me anyway, so didn't let anyone down. At least I was not eliminated first."
"I was told in the indies that I would never win a World Championship, vindication at its finest. Now to win my fifth world championship in a fourth company."
"And yet, there it happened anyway...is it so unreasonable to think that I may not be up to anything? That I defy my own reputation, just as you did?"
"I believe in you."
"I'm being disregarded, I understand I have a bit of a reputation, but I think the accusations are getting a little outrageous."
"We are Sisyphus not Prometheus, this is just one step on my climb to the top but we both know it's so much bigger than that because every time I get to the top, I lose my grip."
"You, my friend, are suffering under a tremendous weight. I hope you don't crack."
Men's hands can't be strong when God rises up.
"You are weak, pathetic even, and wasting your life and my time."
"Just give them time, I'm sure Dorian Rhodes metamorphosis will be complete once he faces me."
"The weak resent strength when it’s strength not by their terms."
"You’re the future."
"They can either face the truth or face the wrath of God."
"I mean, when a mosquito bites me I swat that too. This is just the verbal equivalent, we find it easy to trend on and crush a worm that we see crawling on the Earth."
"It’s always clout with you people. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. No one cares about clout. My talent speaks for itself. It’s not poking the bear if I’m the one being poked."
"There are so many people this could be about, they come after me but it's like fighting off a gnat."
"I will tread them in my anger and will trample them in my fury, I'll pile opposition to hold them over as much as I hold a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, for the sake of being able to stand above my peers holding the one piece of tangible proof in this business that says I'm the best God damn wrestler on the planet!
"I like you kid, but I don't pride myself on anything more than my in ring ability."
"Ready for tomorrow night when Dorian Rhodes and I set Revolution ablaze in our match."
"I abhor you, I am dreadfully provoked, GOD I hate you!"
"WHY?"
"CAUSE I FEEL LIKE QUITTING SOMETIMES!"
"You can wonder where the Morbid Dream name came from but what I am beyond anything is a Warrior!"
"A warrior is putting it lightly...A blood hungry pit fighting pitbull and when the leash gets loose, I am coming for your throat."
"I will have dismantled that flea bitten mutt, once and for all."
"You said I'm not the only one who hears voices when I sit alone. You. Were. Wrong. Like I said, I'm -never- alone. The voices, the voices in my head have never been louder. Encapsulating every thought just as this mask encapsulates my face."
"A very specific bridge and a very important moment, the first Carnivore championship reign, now I'm always in search of the promo that I haven't cut yet but I seem to only tarnish whatever legacy that I've garnered."
"I have my moments, I won the Revolution World Championship just to have it stripped from me by Miles, fuck this shit, I'm going back home with this boulder on my shoulders."
I gesture around my shoulder in the shape of a championship belt.
"Yes, it's wrestling. All glory is fleeting and your value is decided only by the belts you have at that specific moment."
"It’s going to be so sweet when I end up getting my Revolution World Championship shot."
"Hold onto that belt tightly Miles A Way, because I’m coming for you next. Bet on that because I am a man of my word."
"Dorian, if what I wanted was your attention then mission accomplished."
"Yes. Too good for World Championship contention."
"Worry less about me and worry more about the match in front of you bright boy, unless you wanna get embarrassed, the name or mask is not important."
I laugh while pulling off my mask and take a seat, revealing my Morbid Dream face paint.
"I'm not wearing this mask just to protect myself but to shield everyone else from the horror that I endured."
"I'm happy on the outside but it's a mask as the crowds are gone, I wash out the face paint then hear people tell me that I'm disregarded, if anything, I need to knock off that bit of ring rust and maybe answer a few doubters' questions about me and about how the year ended because how do I ever let this microphone go without a fight?!"
"But I'ma tell you this right here and right now and if you had half a brain you would make sure you find some kind of way to remember it, because I don't have to prove a God damn thing."
"Good work is all I do, I cut The Temptation of Daniel Dream!"