Post by DorianRhodes on Mar 22, 2021 11:35:00 GMT -5
"Rhodes in Foundational Cracks"
Those hypocritical gazes are fixated upon the now established members of the Left Hand. They look upon the three members with disgust and repugnance. They vilify us before even understanding our underlying beliefs or our goals.
It’s a mutual understanding that Anya Coyle, Daniel Dream, and I stand on the same side of the ring. We’re in agreement and have a single sighted forethought into what our future holds.
Nostradamus himself couldn’t have predicted this coming together of like minded individuals. The three of us have accomplished goals individually. Anya Coyle is the current International Champion, Daniel Dream a former Revolution World Heavyweight Champion, and I’m the crowning Prince of HorrorCore. Now we stand together, united, and for Revolution One that’s a scary thought.
How are they going to keep us from sheer dominance inside of the squared circle? What are they going to throw our way in attempts to disband that which holds reign over the Championship scene?
They book Anya Coyle versus Dorian Rhodes.
The Blood Taker versus The Promethean.
It’s a feeble attempt at best. It’s flawed thinking. It’s Revolution defecating upon it’s own ideas and booking committee.
There will be no split, fissures, or chips in the Left Hand’s armor. We’re not flailing from week to week like half the roster. We’re not the walloping in the breeze of Revolution match making. We’re not conforming to the rules of Revolution.
There’s ramifications for the actions of those making the decisions and for the puppets of the locker room. War is at hand. It’s been building silently week after week and you can’t say that you haven’t been warned. Dorian Rhodes has foretold of the coming fight, war, at the doorstep and it’s been ignored; time after time.
The power position has been set and Revolution’s management holds all the cards.
So we’re told…
It’s a mutual understanding that Anya Coyle, Daniel Dream, and I stand on the same side of the ring. We’re in agreement and have a single sighted forethought into what our future holds.
Nostradamus himself couldn’t have predicted this coming together of like minded individuals. The three of us have accomplished goals individually. Anya Coyle is the current International Champion, Daniel Dream a former Revolution World Heavyweight Champion, and I’m the crowning Prince of HorrorCore. Now we stand together, united, and for Revolution One that’s a scary thought.
How are they going to keep us from sheer dominance inside of the squared circle? What are they going to throw our way in attempts to disband that which holds reign over the Championship scene?
They book Anya Coyle versus Dorian Rhodes.
The Blood Taker versus The Promethean.
It’s a feeble attempt at best. It’s flawed thinking. It’s Revolution defecating upon it’s own ideas and booking committee.
There will be no split, fissures, or chips in the Left Hand’s armor. We’re not flailing from week to week like half the roster. We’re not the walloping in the breeze of Revolution match making. We’re not conforming to the rules of Revolution.
There’s ramifications for the actions of those making the decisions and for the puppets of the locker room. War is at hand. It’s been building silently week after week and you can’t say that you haven’t been warned. Dorian Rhodes has foretold of the coming fight, war, at the doorstep and it’s been ignored; time after time.
The power position has been set and Revolution’s management holds all the cards.
So we’re told…
The scene opens to that of an extremely large throne elaborately hand carved into the shape of a Dragon. It’s the seat you’d expect to see as the ceremonial center piece for a Bishop, Sovereign, or similar figure. The Promethean steps into the center of the scene and sits back comfortably as he brings the Championship title draping it over his shoulder.
The camera fades into a full screen shot of the HorrorCore Championship before slowly fading out as it comes to rest capturing both the title and the man who calls himself, The Bad Seed. It’s blatantly obvious that Dorian Rhodes is unwilling to speak simply because the camera was ready. His lips curl into a sarcastic snarl before settling into an arrogant grin.
“They call this the Dragon Throne and it’s signified as a seat of imposing and supreme power unlike that of which most men or women have ever known. The factotom of which infers that I’m the do it all Champion within Revolution. Whatever the nights events I’ve proven that I’ll get it done; event after event and week after week.
Despite the odds that always seem stacked against me I’ve gotten the job done, finished. Nobody in that locker room can deny that. Nobody in this business can renounce my claim as the best this industry has to offer. So then the question remains. Why?
Why did Dorian Rhodes saddle himself up next to Anya Coyle and Daniel Dream?”
His words fade into silence as the question lingers into the air of the wondering and the inquisitive. He lifts his hand and straightens the Championship gold situated upon his shoulder.
“Those of us that are intuitive understand that this business is ever changing. That the power of the industry rides upon the raising and lowering of waves. Once one wave crashes upon the shores another one rises to take it’s place. I’ve been raising with the tides of Revolution since the day I signed on the dotted line.
She’s dominated and decimated anyone that has opposed her reign. I may be the Prince of HorrorCore but she’s the International Queen.
It’s a mutual understanding that we can both ride our own personal waves of success; together we’re a tsunami of destruction which has never been seen within Revolution One. The mere thought of Anya Coyle and Dorian Rhodes drowns the hopes and dreams of anyone who chooses to oppose us.
Then you throw in Daniel Dream as his leadership and counsel only strengthens our resolve, dominance, and control over Revolution One.
The standard of which can never be equaled by any combination of superstars. It’s called standard for a reason.”
The Promethean stands from his seated position and changes the shoulder upon which his title rest. A flash of light illuminates the scene blinding it’s view. Slowly the light begins to fade was we find Dorian Rhodes standing upon the ancient wall built of cement, rocks, and dirt; the Great Wall of China.
“I stand upon the longest man made structure ever built by the hands of man. It was built to protect the once great northern empire of China. It was completed in the year 1878 and it still stands as we’re racing towards the 200 year mark.
The Left Hand is a wall of sorts if you think about it unilaterally. Each member stands as a barrier to protect the other. When one member is weakened they are surrounded and protected.
We have an understanding that individually no matter how it looks we can’t be perfect inside of that ring at all times. Together however we are nearer to that line that separates perfect from insignificant.
As a group, as a unit, we’re earth shattering dominate and opposition will have to fight a little harder; that battle is more complicated. We’re strengthened by the alliance that we’ve formed just like this wall was carved out of hard work, blood, sweat, and sacrifice protecting a nation.
You want to know the why? It’s because… Why not… The Great Wall was built because someone envisioned that it could be… So it was built. The Left Hand is… Because someone envisioned that it could be… That’s the simplistic answer that can be understood by you the deplorable and meritless.
If it’s something that you simply cannot understand. You’re not even an inkling of a threat yet you’ll still be left for the buzzards looking for the crumbs that we leave behind. The battle lines have been drawn and the foundation of Revolution One is revealing it’s cracks.”
It was days after Daniel Dream had first contacted him. It began with text messages and then a phone call. It was the night of Allegiance that Dorian Rhodes realized that he had aligned himself with incompetence in LA Johnny Stylez. Samatha Voxx was a more capable partner but that night everything had changed.
The Promethean sat backstage after defeat when Daniel Dream seemed to appear out of the darkness from the corner of the room. He stood there quietly assessing the situation and when he finally spoke Dorian Rhodes listened.
The only thing scarier than a stable that can overcome all the other wrestlers, is the stable that can overcome the system. ~ Daniel Dream
Dorian Rhodes ears still ring with the words of the often silent leader Daniel Dream. It was that moment in which he envisioned himself as part of the Left Hand. It wasn’t a recruitment as much as it was The Promethean making a choice; continue upon your current path or stand with like minded individuals.
Those conversations would span hours only to seem like minutes. When Daniel Dream spoke it was an encapsulating conversation and Dorian Rhodes found himself engulfed by the wisdom of the older more experienced wrestler.
The Promethean found himself victorious after defeating the former World Champion in January. Even before stepping into the ring, with the man called Morbid Dream, Dorian understood that victory in that moment would prove itself as a defining moment in his career. He wasn’t wrong in that assessment and he now finds himself learning at his tree of experience.
“Looks like your decisions are getting better kid.” It was the words of reassurance from his often absent father.
The two men sit inside of a conspicuously empty dinner in Memphis, Tennessee. Dorian Rhodes sits opposite of his father with his Championship title accompanying him placed in the seat next to him.
“You’re cradling that thing like an infant.” The comment irks the HorrorCore Champion but he says nothing to his father. “You’ve always been confident even before winning that thing. I’ve watched you win each and every singles contest you’ve faced. Now you face the International Champion Anya Coyle. How you going to fare in this contest against the International Queen as you called her?” It’s a question that Dorian Rhodes might have faced if he thought for a moment that Anya would defy the Left Hand.
A sigh of relief comes upon The Promethean before he speaks. “It’s taken care of…” His words fading as quickly as they were spoke into existence.
“What does that mean?” Again his father questions his intentions or his plans once he hits the ring. It’s something he’s grown us too but also despises about his father.
Dorian Rhodes gives a nonchalant shrug towards the question. His concentration on that of the menu.
His father stares through him for a moment before the moment is interrupted by the waitress coming to take their orders. It’s several minutes before she scurries back to the kitchen to give the cook their orders. Dorian didn’t give his father’s last question much thought with hopes it’d be forgotten with the interruption.
“Champion versus Champion. That’s something you haven’t faced as of yet.” The old man was digging into the psyche of his protege and son. “This Daniel Dream guy give you some advice in how to deal with the situation you’re finding yourself in?” The Promethean again simply shrugs and doesn’t give the question or his father much of anything in regards of an answer. “This is an intriguing conversation that we’re having. It’s like you’re sixteen all over again.”
The sarcastic underlying tone irks the youngster as he reaches down and pulls the belt closer to him. He reveals a feeling of irritation upon his brow and his father catches the slight revelation.
“I guess the Champ is light on words tonight and just as short with his annoyance of his pops.”
It’s a silent few moments as Dorian Rhodes fidgets with the title in a moment of nervous energy. It’s with a thought and realization he’s no longer the teenage rebel who must conform to his father’s will.
“I always thought you were the company heel because you decimated the competition. I didn’t realize that it was with annoyance and unrivaled exasperated questions.”
The crosses his arms in a defiant physical message. His words cut like a finely sharpened knife upon the emotional disconnect with his father.
“I get it kid, I understand. You’re out here living what you say in the promos and in the locker room backstage. You’re a good and honest man… with yourself. Everyone else is cut out and nothing more than blanket banter that you’re disinterested in. Dorian Rhodes is both the man and as we say, in the business, the gimmick.
You’re the best thing this business has to offer and Anya Coyle would be nothing more than another mark in the win column…”
The Prince of HorrorCore has heard enough and interrupts his father.
“Anya Coyle isn’t an opponent. She’s part of the collective known as the Left Hand. Do I believe that I could defeat her one on one. Yeah. Are there some doubts about that. Yeah. She’s one of the best I’ve ever seen between those ropes. That includes both myself and you, my father.”
The conversation grows silent as their meal arrives. The scene fades as the two men begin eating their meal.
"Goodnight"