Post by Dorian Bateman on Nov 10, 2022 19:46:42 GMT -5
Murdo Rayne and Lionel Van Hurten walk down a long hallway with the only sound being that of the echo from their walking. They do not have their leader Dorian Bateman with them this time. They arrive at the camera, Murdo has an annoyed yet calm expression whereas Lionel looks ready to go and tear someone's head off. Murdo stays in place and clasps his hands together while Lionel paces back and forth right behind, never breaking eye contact with the camera and never blinking. “Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is Murdo Rayne and my gracious leader Dorian has proudly proclaimed me as The Proud Scotsman. The reasoning behind that being that I’m proud of my lineage and I’m proud to be a Dreamer. I’m proud of that because I know the big things we’re going to accomplish here. I want to be right next to Dorian and my best mate Lionel when we rise to the very top of Action Wrestling.” Lionel steps in front of Murdo while still pacing and starts to scowl even harder. “That’s right, motherfuckers. We’re here to hurt and dismember our competition and the only salvation you could possibly find would be to join us. Failing to do so will lead to life threatening issues for you. I’m Lionel Van Hurten, The Dutch Destroyer of Dreams. It’s Dorian and Murdo’s job to create such dreams but I’m here to destroy all of you worthless cunts and end any aspiration you THOUGHT you had. Soon, The Lucha World Order will be across from us and the only outcome of this match will be their heads on spikes, thus ending their ‘order’ in the most grizzly manner fucking possible.” Murdo playfully slaps him on the chest and backs him up a few steps while he glares into the camera with murderous intent. Murdo smiles at the camera and chuckles to himself. “What Lionel is trying to say is that Papito and Rey Riddler are going to go away for a very long time after this match. Their dreams of becoming number one contenders are in the way of ours and that just can’t be tolerated. The only order that will remain and flourish within this company is The Dreamers Society and there isn’t a goddamn thing that a couple of Lucha libre nobodies can do to stop this speeding truck from ramming them over. Try and flip and fly through the air with us and you’ll be swatted down quicker than you can say ‘Too Sweet’.” Lionel takes off his suit jacket and slams it on the ground and gets uncomfortably close to the camera once again. “Our dreams are more important. You Lucha fucks have no future and the last thing either of you will do with your pathetic fucking lives will be crying and begging for us to stop hurting you. To join us even but at that point… IT’LL BE TOO FUCKING LATE!” The camera drops to its side. Murdo calmly picks up the camera and holds it in front of his face now with the same annoyed relaxed expression. “I’m going to call ahead for the two of you. Where might I be calling you ask? The funeral home. We- well, I’m not a complete monster so I'll dream of a beautiful funeral for you both because this isn’t personal, we just have dreams to achieve and you both might as well be nameless gray faces to us. I so truly hope you both have amazing funerals in Mexico City after this. If either of you have wives too then we can take care of them for you. No one who watches from the side deserves to have their dreams crushed because of who they share their company with.” “WE’RE FOR LIFE, MOTHERFUCKERS. NOT YOU!” Lionel screams out of shot “We just want this more than you, lads. No hard feelings.” Murdo gives off a quick smile before tossing the camera over his shoulder and it’s able to record both of them walking back down this mysterious hallway before shutting off. |
