Post by Dorian Bateman on Sept 17, 2022 17:02:11 GMT -5
Dorian Bateman stands alone in a pure white empty room. So quiet his heart beat could be heard and every step taken echoes several times. “This- this is what I call my ‘Field of Dreams’. In this room anything can be thought possible. A realm where your imagination is the only thing holding you back. Once you enter, that’s an initiation of sorts because you’ll never want to return to your former life again. Having a taste of what your life could be, there really is nothing else like it. For the first time ever, allow me with great joy to hand over the weapon of words over to my left and right hand men." Dorian bows his head and takes a few steps backwards. From behind him the sound of a door opening echoes through with two men walking towards Dorian. The satisfying click of their shoes approach and stop suddenly with both men having their wrists’ crossed in front of them. “Name’s Murdo Rayne. I’m gonna make it real damn simple for ye lads, you’re gon be buried in a deep dark hole with no escape in sight. Panic will set in and you’ll remember that when you crossed Dorian then you crossed the only man who can save ye from yourself. I spit on people like you, Dirge. A group of losers with no real goal in sight and it’s pathetic. We all know what we want out of wrestling and that’s success. Success is something we’ll have in the months to come, can you say the same for your group there, Max?” Dorian proudly starts patting Murdo on the shoulder. He uses his other hand and calmly places it on Lionel’s shoulder. “Max Daemon, you’re gonna have your fucking head ripped off by Lionel Van Hurten. I want to collect your spine front and center hanging up on a coat rack. I want your stupid fucking face ripped off and mounted as a lamp shade. You and the rest of your filthy animals will feel the full impact and pain that the Dutch Destroyer will bring upon you. Every single one of you means not a fucking thing to us, we just don’t let disrespect slide around here. You let grimy bastards such as you walk around saying what you want and you have a mess of a workplace and no one wants that. It’s our job to clean up and dispose of non-believers such as you, you fucking rat.” Dorian becomes an excited father as his smile grows wider as he starts jumping up and down and starts clapping his hands together. He stops to wrap an arm around each man and looks back at the camera with a vicious look in his eyes. “These are my new boys and they are The Reinforcers of Nightmares. They want the same dream as I and want everyone to get a fair share of their personal dreams but if you slip away from your dreams and take out your failures on us or even just me then consider that dipping your toes into a nightmare you don’t ever want. We aren’t afraid to give out what is deserved and Max, you and the rest of your rag-tag group of failures will be the first major example of what happens when you cross the Dreamers Society. No dreams, just pain. I hope this massacre opens your eyes and helps you realize what you have done to yourselves. What could’ve been but you chose to be dirty greedy delinquents. I pray that you remember this day as the one where every accomplishment you have accumulated was thrown in the trash because of the fatal mistake that YOU made. This is on you, Max." Dorian turns his back to the camera and starts walking towards the exit with the loud echoing. Murdo smirks and follows behind. Lionel stays behind for a moment to glare through the camera straight to Max. The sound of Dorian laughing echoes through the 'Field of Dreams' and overtakes it completely before the lights shut off. |
