Post by Dorian Bateman on Dec 31, 2022 14:14:40 GMT -5
Lionel Van Hurten sits alone in his dimly lit room playing five-finger filet with his favorite knife which had slashed up a few of his fingers, leaving blood on his desk. *Knock knock knock* “Oi you numpty, fuck you doing that for?” Murdo stands with his arms crossed and leaning on the frame of Lionel’s door. Lionel grunts and stabs his knife right into his desk and takes some gauze out of a drawer and carelessly wraps his fingers. “What the fuck do you want, Murdo? I’m- busy.” “Aye, I can see that. Everyone ‘round here has been acting real thran as of late. Since the Havoc actually. Haven’t even seen Dorian since he locked himself in his office… Pretty concerned ‘bout him actually.” Lionel quickly stands up with his chair sliding backward. He turns to Murdo and walks up to him only a yard away. “And you’re acting a little too cheery for what bullshit happened to us. We didn’t even lose the titles and yet, here we fucking are, Murdo! Without OUR championships! Some French little cunt and flippy dickhead are holding them hostage and you’re just fine huh? Well, I’m fucking not! Havoc was our match to win and we didn’t live up to expectations and that’s been fucking killing me, eating at my goddamn soul.” Murdo doesn’t respond and just bows his head and looks at his boots. “I’m fucking pissed too, Lionel… I don’t doubt for a single second that we’re gonna win these contenders match though and-” “You don’t FUCKING get it! Why are we in a damn contenders match? We had our championships stolen and now we slide down the ladder? Fuck that, we should’ve just gotten an immediate rematch but no, whoever the fuck wants to see us fail, Murdo. They don’t want to see me- see us controlling this entire fucking show and Dorian and I can see this, why can’t you?” “Cause we’re the best. Why do we need to be making a fuss about something that’ll come to us anyways? You have doubts we’ll win this match against those lavvy-headed wankstains? I don’t.” Murdo stands up straight and pats Lionel on the arm before walking away from him. Lionel has his fists clenched as he picks up his chair and tosses it at his wall and watches it explode into several pieces. He angrily places both of his hands back on his desk while his nose twitches in frustration. He looks at his now bloody knife and winces. “I failed you… I wanted to stand tall for you and share the glory but my fucking feet hit the ground and I haven’t felt this disappointed in myself since… FUCK. FUUUCK!” Lionel flips his desk and punches his stone wall, leaving a sizable blood stain. Cut to Murdo who’s walking through the housing building of the compound and he stops abruptly at Dorian's office. He approaches it slowly to attempt to listen in on anything going on. A woman’s voice can be faintly heard speaking to Dorian but Murdo can’t make out what’s being said. As he turns away to leave he’s greeted with a Prophet of Webs. “Murdo? What brings you to Dorian’s room like this?” “OH- I just uh wanted to check in on him but it sounds like he’s busy.” “Wouldn’t so much say busy but he’s- in one of his moods right now and interrupting him wouldn’t be wise. I apologize.” “Aye, no need to apologize, Prophet. I’ll be on my way.” “Anytime you need me.” Murdo continues walking away as the Prophet watches him the entire time. He stops after several steps and snaps back around and approaches the Prophet of Webs. “Actually now that I think about it, I’d like your opinion on something.” She nods at him and waves her hand to follow. He does just this and they eventually arrive in the small cathedral section and instead of heading to the confessionals they take a seat in one of the pews. “Aye so, what should we do about this unjust contender match approaching? Lionel is furious and I’m just so conflicted.” “Understandable situation that’s affected most of the compound with Dorian being so distraught and not coming out of his office. Lionel has every reason to be upset and I personally believe you not being just as upset is making it worse. You’re his best friend and he wants the both of you to be on the same page. Do you have concerns about your opponents?” “Those roasters can eat my entire banger, I’m not scared of them or even considering the possibility of them stealing this from us as well. Havoc was full of shite and everyone who works in AW knows this. The three of us were destined to win and I just… can’t fathom that we actually lost. Now because of some radge over the top rope match we have to earn back our titles. When the fuck did not getting pinned or submitted mean losing your championship and then not having a rematch outright? Shite shite shite is what this is and I’m truly mad about it but I don’t want to show it, prophet. I hate being one of those bastards that calls conspiracy but c’mon…” “Sounds as if you could be getting tested.” Murdo scrunches his face at the Prophet. “Tested? Against the bastards who stole from Dorian and then those Lucha cunts who aren’t ever gonna get one over on us? No fucking way that’s a test. We’re gon’ trample over them and take back what should still be ours. No god damn test they just need us on their screens every week because we’re the most attractive bastards available in AW.” The Prophet and Murdo share a laugh. “Can’t deny the three of you that.” The scene quickly cuts away to a slow zoom in of Lionel repeatedly punching his wall with both of his fists. Blood covering his wall and his hands are raw and completely dripping with his own blood. He releases a roar and punches the wall one last time with his right hand. “Cheat me out of MY belt. I won’t accept this and those other four motherfuckers are gonna have to be the ones to pay. I’m going to dine on their necks and I’m going to enjoy the gurgling sounds of them drowning in their own blood. I need to wrap my hands around those new no-name cunts that stole from me and I won’t stop until I see them turn purple with these hands wrapped around them so tight and I won’t stop until the light turns off in their eyes. This needs to happen for Dorian and for… For Isabella. I need to rectify the mistake of Havoc and those Cruiser fucks have no idea what they’ve awoken in me, god dammit. Fuck Dreams, I’m going to do nothing but bring ever-lasting nightmares to every single breathing bitch here and now MY dream is to make all of them STOP breathing. Mistakes can’t happen in the Dreamers Society and Dorian would want me to do this.” On a mission he walks over to his desk and removes his knife from the desk and without even contemplating it he takes his knife and stabs it straight through the center of his palm. He doesn’t even flinch and watches as his blood begins gushing from his hand. The shot zooms into his face slowly and in the pupils of his eyes, you can see Isabella covered in blood and while Lionel holds her in his arms and screams. The scene changes back to Murdo in his room who was sitting on the side of his bed clutching a small piece of paper. He stares at this small picture unblinking and it’s revealed to be a picture of him and his small daughter back in Scotland. He hides it back in his drawer and lays it down on his bed. “You’d want me to do this, baby. I’m going to win those titles back for you and the good of The Dreamers Society.” A split-screen shot of Murdo turning his lamp off and Lionel removing the knife from his hand before cutting to completely black. |