Those who Dream of the Stars
Dec 3, 2022 20:43:41 GMT -5
Ash Blake, Serenity Holmes, and 1 more like this
Post by Dorian Bateman on Dec 3, 2022 20:43:41 GMT -5
Dorian enters an office with two adults looking melancholy and their hands interlocked. They look up at a young teenage Dorian wearing a Three Days Grace T-shirt and dyed black hair. Across from Dorian who stands in the doorway is his high school principal and his father. His father is purposely trying to avoid eye contact with him. He stands up to try and approach him with his eyes teared up and red. Dorian backs up and his back hits the door as he looks back and forth between his father and principal. “Wh-why did you call me here? Why is my dad here? What-what’s going on?” “Dorian… You should probably take a seat.” He winces at the principal and slaps his fathers hand away. “Why? Dad… What-” “Dorian, your mother and sister were in a car accident. They’re gone, son. They’re gone…” Mr. Bateman says to him bluntly while a single tear goes down his face. Dorian’s eyebrows shoot down in anger. “No. No, they’re at home right now!” Dorian takes his backpack off and throws it at his father. He storms out of the principal's office and sprints down the empty school hallways. He bursts through the exit of the school and drops to his knees, breaking down in tears. His father runs out after him and drops down to the ground with him attempting to console him while crying himself. “I know, son… I know.” Is the only thing that Mr. Bateman can say. Dorian lets out a loud wail. He screams up at the sky and curses whoever did this to him. The scene instantly cuts to current day Dorian sitting in his large chair in his compound located in Salem. He scowls as he sits alone in the dark twirling a pen in between his fingers. “I have created a reality where anything I want can become true. Anything my followers want, they will get. I’ve helped prove this to be true with Murdo and Lionel winning the Cruiserweight Tag Championships. They ended a very long reign of a duo that seemed to not be able to lose but that wasn’t because of how good they were. No, they just didn’t have strong opponents and I brought such opponents right to them and they handled them with ease. The confidence and new realities I create for my dreamers is something that you just simply cannot comprehend unless you take my hand and experience it yourself. No one deserves to suffer unless they’re just vile disgusting humans that belong in the dirt. I try my best to see the best in absolutely everyone and I never judge a book by its cover. I dream of a society where everyone can be accepted and not judged for simply being different. I want those who dream of stars to have these opportunities to make the venture of being able to touch them. Why should those who truly do dream of elevating themselves to higher levels be constantly shoved into the dirt or thrown away like a lowly pawn? We are all human beings just trying to make the most of our lives and for governments and higher-ups to constantly shove people like me, Murdo, and Lionel to the curb because we weren’t born with a silver spoon in our mouths. That is what drove me to create this movement… create this dream. I don’t want people who genuinely want to be better to suffer, to be treated as if their dreams don’t matter. I live to create new realities for the people who cannot create it for themselves. I will create endless possibilities for you if you just take my… hand.” Dorian slams the pen down on his desk and stands up with force. He throws open the door to leave his office. He proudly marches down a long gorgeous dim hallway. At the end of the hallway is the large dining room where several masked dreamers sit incredibly still in their seats surrounding the table. He doesn’t acknowledge any of them as he marches forward toward the front door of the lodging. Waiting outside in the dark of night were Murdo Rayne and Lionel Van Hurten. Dorian motions with his head to both of them to follow his lead. “Welp lad, guess we’re going recruiting again.” Murdo says jokingly to Lionel. “Always the most satisfying nights if you ask me.” Lionel stops leaning on the handrails of the steps and begins walking side by side with Murdo right behind Dorian. The two of them with their newly won tag team championships around their waists. A single masked dreamer stands completely still in front of a white and gold Lincoln Continental. Dorian whistles and does a circular motion above his head with his pointer finger and the masked dreamer bows his head and opens the back seat for the three men to enter. They then take up the driver's seat. Dorian takes his seat in the middle of the Cruiserweight tag champions. Murdo and Lionel joke around with each other in a much lighter tone as Lionel reaches up to the front seat and grabs a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses to go along with it. “To our first initiation venture since winning our championships and our gracious Dreamweaver inevitably winning his!” Lionel lifts the bottle and pops off the cap. “Aye! Cheers to being fucking ace, lads!” Murdo celebrates. “I’m so happy you boys are able to celebrate like this. It brings me so much joy seeing you both with smiles after all that has happened. The fact I could do this for you is so incredibly validating.” Dorian says as he wraps his arms around each of them. “We do have a trios match coming up that we need to make an impact in though. The newly crowned and soon to be short lived reign of Serenity Holmes with the Cruiserweight championship needs to be made an example of. I know with how stubborn and naive she is, she’d never accept us and join our cause which is so unfortunate because she has so much promise and unlimited potential. However, she’s in the way of our dream, our desired reality and she has to be put down. It saddens me because I truly believe she’d be an excellent addition to our Dreamers Society but she has chosen the path of desecration and insolence. She has ‘connected’ with the wrong people and she allowed herself to be influenced by these same people that have done nothing but make her life harder than it already has with the massive amounts of expectations that the viewers and her family have laid upon her. Despite these issues in her life she has done her best to overcome and she finally won the championship she sought after. It took many attempts and pushing through so much adversity but here she is with that championship around her waist. I almost feel bad that she won’t be allowed to hold it for much longer. As soon as I enter Cruiser Havoc in the last spot, who’s going to stop me? Definitely not her and definitely not Adler or Vebbins.” “Aye, and that’s where Lionel and I come in. Isnae problem either cause neither of the lasses have done much as of late anyhow. Haven’t even been a tag team together in a good minute either. If they think they’ll just suddenly reform and try and take the fight to us they’ve got another thing fuckin comin. Having that bairn, Serenity on their side in this match won’t help em none either. The Dreamers are here to fucking stay andsoon enough we’ll have all the gold draped around us. Then we can’t be denied! Everyone in Action Wrestlin’ will be lining up to join our society after they realize how powerful, successful, and unstoppable we are. The dream they all wish they could have.” “The dreams they may never fucking have because whatever they may dream of and hope to make happen, will never come true because when they line up across from me and stare into my eyes they will know they’re dreams are about to be devoured and spit out. All three of those sloozy little bitches are going to feel the full weight of the pain I can and will inflict on them. The only way they can come out of this alive is taking your hand, Dorian and joining us. It’s the ONLY way.” “You may be right, Lionel… Vebbins is a lost soul in desperate need of guidance and Monday to be her awakening day. For her to finally find herself and insert herself in a championship picture that could viably win. As she is now, she couldn’t be any further away from her dreams. Abandon Aphriya Adler and you shall see the world in an entirely new light. If you don’t… Maybe Aphriya would. She was gone for some time, correct? Through her bad attitude and primadonna persona she has done nothing but come up short. She’s come close so many times in so many different things and yet, she can’t quite reach the golden award that she so strives for. As a Dreamer though, she could finally overcome these obstacles and win whatever she wants, do whatever she wants, and she’ll finally be looked at as one of the strongest women in all of AW. I want this for both of them, I desperately do. If they refuse to take my hand then they shall be executed by you boys without question.” The car comes to a stop and the masked dreamer exits the vehicle with a quick pace to open the back seat doors for the three men. They all exit and adjust their suits. They look around and observe their surroundings that seems to be an abandoned church. Dorian grins and pats both Murdo and Lionel on the back and takes off towards the entrance of the church. Dorian confidently pushes the weak wooden doors open to reveal candles lit all throughout. “What in the fuck is goin on in here?” Murdo enters from behind Dorian with a puzzled expression. The three of them walk slowly down the aisle glancing between every pew. “This don’t feel right, Dorian.” Lionel exclaims while cracking his knuckles. Dorian who’s still grinning with his fingers interlocked in front of him continues walking towards the back of the church towards the podium. He steps onto the stage and in front of the podium and places his hands on it and looks out at all of the empty pews with a wider smile. “This is quite the little church isn’t it? Curious though because we were called and asked to come here by someone who wished to join us and yet, where are they? Very curious indeed.” Suddenly a disheveled young man steps out from the dark corner with a worried look on his face, lips pursed. He has a very patchy beard, long black hair, dirty pale skin, but with almond-shaped eyes that still had that glimmer in them. Dorian sees this and smirks at him. “Hello, friend. My name’s Dorian Bateman. I’m the Dreamweaver you contacted and I’m more than happy to take you in and give shelter and create the new reality you asked for.” He slowly steps towards the man. “W-wait… It’s not just me… I have a few people that I bunk here with. It’s still cold and we want a new life. We’re scared though.” “No need to be scared, child. Once you take my hand then you and your friends can all become new people and create the new life you have been dreaming of and I promise you with my life that I will make that happen for you.” The man looks down at his dirty hands and back up to Dorian with a conflicted look. “I think I believe you. There’s something kind about your voice that tells me I should trust you…” Dorian Smiles and sticks his hand out to the man. The man hesitantly steps forwards and grabs Dorian's hand and shakes it. “Welcome, brother. From now on until you graduate like the two fine men behind me you shall simply just be. You shall join the hive mind that is the Dreamers. From there you shall heal and become a new person but this process takes time and dedication from you and your friends.” “Y-yes, sir… I accept you as my Dreamweaver.” |
