The Spider/The Web (Dorian and Dreamers rps)
Nov 25, 2022 20:29:53 GMT -5
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Post by Dorian Bateman on Nov 25, 2022 20:29:53 GMT -5
ACT I: The Spider Doesn't Die (Dorian Bateman) “The itsy bitsy spider crawls up the water spout… down came the rain and washed the spider out… Up came the sun and dried up all the rain… and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout AGAIN!” Dorian walks through tall grass in the dark of night to reveal himself. Still in a fancy expensive suit and the same lifeless smile across his face. By himself, he continues to walk slowly with his hand now stretched out and feeling every long blade of grass as he passes by. “Dreams come in many forms don’t they? Most are extremely difficult to achieve and maybe even just to imagine is hard to do in itself. Many if not all children come up with outlandish dreams when they are very little, whether it be to become a firefighter, a superhero, or maybe even their father. I’ll stand across the ring with 3 other members of society who only wish to achieve their lifelong dreams and aspirations of glory in the world of pro wrestling. Maybe, wrestling isn’t even their first love, their primary dream. Sometimes your dream calls for you and that’s exactly how I became who I am now! I didn’t wake up and choose to be the dream weaver, no no no, the web of life caught me and spun me round and round until I realized what my true dream was. Not to be selfish and do everything for my own benefit, I want to elevate others and help them achieve greatness in whatever field they want! My only caveat is that I stand with them like a proud father." Dorian walks up to a small shed with a rack of various farming equipment hanging from it such as a scythe and a machete. He takes the machete out of its sheath and looks into the perfect reflection of it. He doesn’t blink as he sees half of his face on the blade which gives him a possessed smile. He quickly spins around with the machete and cuts down several blades of tall grass. “It bewilders me how such simple tools become weapons for humans to kill each other with, don't ya think? Movies and the evil human brain brought these ideas into existence. In a way, it’s easy to imagine with all of the barbarism that we have created. With that, comes turmoil… My Turmoil comes in the forms of Hotaka, Aphriya Adler, and my old buddy Lazaro Vicente. Perhaps all three may deserve opportunities at Teo or Serenity but none before myself. For Cruiser Clash to become greater and earn respect it needs a champion such as I to carry it to a level of glory it’s never seen before! Hotaka has his dreams in order so he doesn’t need me, he knows what he wants and that’s the gold. Where he's confused though is why does he want the gold? To feel the accomplishment of having it? That’s no reason to hunt for gold in my eyes. That just marks you a target and just a little weasel who wants to scurry off with something shiny and have his face plastered on the front page of a website. Men- No, boys like you disgust me and you shall be punished my friend. Your dreams shall be ripped from you. Mrs. Adler… A returned woman who has seen her dreams in grabbing distance but can never quite reach it all the way at the top. Unfortunately, that’s where you’ll remain for the foreseeable future lest you take my hand. Become a true dreamer and I promise you, you will never fail another competition and that poor shitty attitude of yours will become a thing of the past and all that will remain within you is pure strength that no one will be able to stop! Lazaro and I seem to not be able to avoid each other somehow. His flips and incapability to win real matches is and will continue to be his complete downfall because he can’t seem to comprehend what he truly wants. Entertain the audience with your neat tricks that don’t win you matches? OR Accept me as your true Dreamweaver and accomplish everything you’ve wanted all this time, you simple fucking moron. ACT II: It Builds a New Web (The Dreamers) A scythe slices through the tall grass with complete ease and once it falls it’s revealed Lionel Van Hurten wielded it. Murdo Rayne walks out from behind him with a smirk as Lionel begins to twirl the scythe to show off. “Lads, the time has fuckin come!” Murdo Shouts with the sunrise behind him. “Turmoil is the night that everything changes on Cruiser Clash. Those Death Star phonies finally get thrown out on their asses and it’ll justifiably be my mate and I standing tall.” Lionel jabs the handle of the scythe into the ground, perfectly placing it straight up. “God damn right. I’m going to eat the hearts of those masked freaks. They don’t and haven’t deserved those championships and it took until now for a pair to step up and actually take it from them. Weak ass team after weak ass team and it’s no fucking wonder they haven’t lost it! Imagine the sheer dominance that will come with The Dreamers Society holding all of the mothafuckin gold. That’s my dream and it’s beautiful.” Murdo playfully slaps Lionel on the chest while both men snarl in excitement. “That’s fucking right! Toxin and Cinta, your day as champions in this company are through, lads. We don’t do this just for us, we’re doing this for the betterment of this entire brand! The brand we dream to be the faces of. We want what is best and for a long time you bastards you’ve been needing a good slap in the fucking face. A slap so fuckin thunderous that your masks get thrown off into the nose bleeds and everyone can just gaze on and see how hideous ye both are. The most fraudulent champions I think I’ve ever witnessed in this business. Hard to lose when your only competition are the lass’ Karlie Nash and her little friend.” “You haven’t faced anyone of real challenge until now and I’m chomping at the bits to rip your throats out and eat them myself.” “I promise Lionel isn’t a cannibal!” They both walk over to the barn and open it up but instead of stalls of horses or cows, there are masked dreamers in each stall praying on their knees. “These lads in here, they’re studying and trying to understand themselves. The praying they’re doing isn’t to Dorian or anyone quite specific but they’re praying for themselves because instead of a god or many gods, the only person you should worship is yourself, yeah? You can control all of your own actions and it all comes down to just you and not a being in the clouds making em for you. That’s a cop out, lad. We are god. Individually we dream of what we want most in life and dreaming for you and no one else is the way to move on. We are the devil as well.” “We all need to unleash our inner demons at some point in our lives or else what will become of us? We become floundering pathetic little fish that serve no purpose to where we are. Murdo and I accepted Dorian to save us because we were stuck in our ways and couldn’t find a way out. He showed us the web of lies that society tells us. The lies they create to keep us docile. FUCK THAT! We are the fucking dreamers, we take what we fucking want because we just simply want it more.” “The Deathstars are nothing more than a small barricade that is in the way from our new found glory and our dream. With those championships we’ll be able to spread our web of truths to more. To people that need to hear it, to the people that are desperate for hope and salvation and with us, they’ll find it. No longer will you need to pray to the Christian god for assistance but come to us and you’ll see true honest action be made towards your dreams and your lives.” “The masked clowns must die first to make this a reality. I’ll pray for you both over your bodies as you lie there as defeated and destroyed as possible. Goodbye, clowns.” |
