Post by Dorian Bateman on Sept 7, 2022 16:52:25 GMT -5
Dorian approaches the Camera with his compound behind him and a sun-set that casts its beautiful orange lights across the sky. On each side of him is a dreamer wearing the white lifeless masks. He claps them both on the back as he stands in between them. He smiles widely as he clasps his hands together and starts pacing back and forth from one side of the camera to the other.  “What’s the difference between God and myself? It’s that I am here for you all. I’m here to make all your lives better where God has never been seen before ever. That’s a trust that you can all have in me, knowing that I’m not going anywhere and that I will always be here for you to approach. One major similarity that we have is that if you cross us and turn your back on us or even damage our name then you shall feel unimaginable pain once you leave this astral world. Maxwell Daemon has crossed the line once too much. Once I inflict the ultimate pain upon you then you shall regret everything you have done in your worthless, meaningless, pathetic life and you will grovel to me and pray every night over your pillow that I accept you into the Dreamers Society and know that will never happen because of your actions.” Dorian whistles loudly, scaring off an entire flock of birds that were near. The whistle triggers both dreamers to go down to their knees and kneel as Dorian slows down his pacing and stops in between them again. “This isn’t quite the match I had planned but I must take what is given to me so I can use it as the webs to weave this one on one match between us, Maxwell. It is inevitable that we go nose to nose with no one else to step in our path of chaos. It is inevitable that I create the perfect dream scenario of AW and that dream doesn’t include you. It has come to my knowledge that my associate for the week, Karlie Nash doesn’t know who I am. My dear, if only you could know. Take my hand as my Olympic dreamer and no more will you be just an afterthought here. You will become the new women's champion because I will weave your dreams into existence. Join me, my sweet. Together, we can dispose of this filthy, vile, group of miscreants that call themselves The Dirge. Once they have been handedly tossed into the planes of oblivion then we can move on to bigger and more major changes. No longer will you and the rest of the Cruiser Clash tag teams have to suffer repeated loses to the Death Stars and no longer will we have to be tortured with the presence of Teo Blaze weighing down the limitless potential of this brand. I dream of a Cruiser Clash that we can all be proud of and have the beautiful people every week actually look forward to the product. No longer will the championships that belong to this brand be only defended and even showcased on Monday nights. The Blazes, The Parks, The Geminis, they have no respect for where we live and where we eat at the table. I make it my promise to be The DreamWeaver that is so incredibly and desperately needed around here. It starts with throwing away the rotting trash that has been sitting in the back alley way for far too long. Maxwell Daemon and Kitsumi being handed their nightmare is only the ugly start of something beautiful for all of AW. Dorian climbs a ladder that leads to a large platform that oversees his entire compound. He stands at the edge as several other masked dreamers start appearing to watch and listen. “TOGETHER WE CREATE A GLORIOUS AND PROSPEROUS FUTURE! ALLOW ME! TO BE YOUR… DreamWeaver.” He has his arms extended while smiling as his eyes go back and forth watching all of his dreamers cheer him on. They clap and cheer as they look up to their so-called Dreamweaver with reverence. |
