The Skins of Dreamers (Dorian/Murdo/Lionel rps)
Dec 15, 2022 22:55:13 GMT -5
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Post by Dorian Bateman on Dec 15, 2022 22:55:13 GMT -5
ACT 1: Magnum Opus (Dorian Bateman) “Killing must feel good to god too, he does it all the time. Are we not created in his image?” Dorian sits upon the roof of his compound with the sun going down and its beautiful orange rays shining perfectly into his eyes. The breeze is ever so slight that it doesn’t bring a cold chill but the wind feels amazing as it blows his hair to the side so gently. Dorian sits alone on a simple wooden chair that looks handmade. He gazes down as if a ruler watching his servants. Many dreamers; all wearing masks do casual activities or chores below him. “Thou shall not kill. Eighth Commandment in Exodus. That's exactly what the Christian god supposedly said. Ironic when you take a long look at how the world is today and how many followers this religion has, killing has never been so frequent and… easy. How many individuals are slaughtered like a farm animal just because the person who did that to them believed they had to. They take your life away simply for not wanting to follow the laws of a book. They listen to the nonsensical ramblings of a fictional old man. God had many men struck down and cast away for not following his hypocritical laws of men. Lucifer of course being the biggest example of rebelling against idiocy. This is something in life that I dream more than anything to change. Think for ourselves, make success OUR success, and not give the credit to someone who more than likely doesn’t even exist! When I bring one of those beautiful people down there into my compound they don’t say “Thank you god” or “praise the lord” no, they thank me or even better they thank themselves for finally taking the steps to better themselves. That was their doing!” Dorian stands up with his fists clenched with a very slight tremble to them. His mouth pursed with frustration and that anger was escaping through his eyes. He stares out at the sun that was so close to being down and he glares without a single blink. “The time has finally come for me to reach my Magnum Opus. My crowning achievement is to truly put into perspective how much I’m willing to fight for my word. Hoisting the Cruiserweight championship over my head isn’t self-gratifying and being a champion isn’t what’s important to me at the end of the day. What I want is to not be a liar. Entering at the very end of Cruiser Havoc is an unimaginable advantage that I will not take lightly because I know there are some strong players entering this match. New faces, old faces, faces that are just there to fill in the numbers, it doesn’t make a single difference to me. I need to prove my word true that I can make these dreams happen for absolutely anyone and that includes myself which is why this is so important to me. Murdo and Lionel have gold over their shoulders right now and still, these dreamless peons continue to question my legitimacy and how far I can really take this. Now is the time to prove that I am the DreamWeaver of Action fucking Wrestling and as soon as the three of us exit Cruiser Havoc loaded with nothing but Gold then that is when my dream will become a true reality. Many low-rank wrestlers that are never talked about will come to me for assistance and I will do so with a smile across my face. The AW awards nominees are proof enough that many need me and can’t flourish without my leadership. The Dreamers were nominated for two awards despite only being here a matter of months and yet, questions are still thrown about and I can’t blame these people. So many fight for selfish reasons and that’s fine until it gets you nowhere. With me, it’ll be you lining those nominations. Fight for your dreams… For there are no forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love. He turns around completely composed and adjusts his suit. We fade to black as he walks away. ACT 2: Confessions of a Scot (Murdo Rayne) Murdo enters a confessional booth where a masked dreamer on the opposite side with a feminine voice awaits. Murdo brings his elbows to his knees in this small space and he exhales with frustration. “Prophet of The Web… I need to get things off my mind. Been feelin’ a wee bit jobby last few days.” The prophet giggles a bit from hearing Murdo’s Scottish slang. “Of course, Murdo. I’m always here to lend you an ear and an alternate outlook.” “Right… I know thinking ‘bout our past is a big no-no with Dorian but-” “You’ve graduated already, Murdo. You and Lionel are the only ones to achieve this thus far and that’s because he believed you had expelled these thoughts already.” “Aye, I know this! I-I have a child, Prophet… I abandoned her so I could restart my life here. She was only 10 and I just fuckin’ left her in Scotland with her ma. I just couldn’t do it anymore. It was either this or fuckin’ kill myself, Prophet. Thankfully for Dorian, He’s brought me out of that pit of despair and into this new glorious life where success has already greeted me.” Murdo is met with a moment of silence. The Prophet of Web’s job is only to listen and share advice with any in the compound who may require it. Murdo’s confession has to be safe with them no matter what. “Hm… That’s incredibly rough to try and bury and keep down within you, Murdo. How you managed to even graduate with something like that burdening you is an incredible feat of strength in itself. From the sound of it, however, you may have needed this. The world is better with you in it, Murdo and Dorian’s dream can only come true with you in it. You are an integral part of all of this. Whether your daughter knows it or not, this was best for both of you. You may not be with her but now she doesn’t have to live her life with the trauma of you ending your life. Now she gets to watch as you make something of yourself and separate the darkness that you carried. You’re doing this not only for yourself but for her.” “Feel like a dobber now but you really made me feel better. That’s exactly what I needed to hear, Prophet. For her… Aye, for her. That’s what my dream is, Prophet. I want to create a life so fulfilling and comfortable that I’m able to bring her back to me. I never want her to worry for me or herself ever again. I need to make that happen for her. I dinnae if Dorian or my ex lass will even accept that but for me, that’s my dream.” “Anytime you need me, Murdo. Anything else you need off your chest for this session?” “You know what? Aye! That Cruiser Havoc is comin’ up soon and all these lads and lasses are gathering like a legion to pronounce they’re gonna win and take Lionel and I’s belts off us. Bunch of shite that is I tell you. None of these numpty bastards are gonna do any of what they’re saying cause they always forget to factor in that we’re actually in the match! Especially the soon-to-be former Cruiserweight champion! Yer bum’s oot the windae, ye fuckin’ bampot! The lass was saying she was gonna win every championship, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! She can’t even get over her pa let alone the three of us! Ya know, bite ma bawsack ye radge wee shite! Know what I’m saying, Prophet? The audacity of this lass! Everyone else in the match might as well be talking out of their arses! Sound like absolute nuggets if you ask me.” The Prophet giggles some more before sliding their small window shut. “Have a nice day, Murdo. Go get 'em at Cruiser Havoc for us huh?” Murdo happily exits the confessional and adjusts his suit before walking away as the scene fades to black. ACT 3: Isabella (Lionel Van Hurten) A quick flash of Lionel completely covered in blood flashes on screen. It immediately goes back to Lionel sitting in a room alone admiring his favorite knife that has “Isabella” scratched into the hilt of it. The only light source is that of his bedside table lamp turned on. Lionel twirls the knife with grace, his face almost made of stone. He stabs it right into the desk he was sitting at with all of his frustration. Another flash of his past pops up, Still covered in blood his face now also covered in remorse for whatever or whoever he is staring at. It cuts back to real-time with Lionel angrily standing up from his desk and walking up to his head-level mirror on the opposite side of the room. He glares at himself with hate and contempt. He sees a flash of a woman with long beautiful black hair behind him. Her mocha skin radiates the entire room as he spins around with complete shock in his eyes. No woman was standing in his room. “FUCK!” Lionel roars as he rips the mirror off the wall with his hands and smashes it on the floor. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, my love…” Lionel begins pulling out a large foot locker from underneath his bed and stares at it for a moment “Dorian would kill you…” Lionel questions himself about opening the foot locker. He begins to sweat from his forehead the longer he stares. “Fuck it, just one time.” Lionel takes his knife out from his desk and perfectly places the blade into the keyhole and twists it to a clicking sound. He opens it slowly with a massive inhale from his nose. Inside is a framed photo of that gorgeous woman he saw. Her face was so perfect that Lionel had believed in his head that she was created by some Aztec goddess of beauty. He almost immediately gets choked up at this picture. She had the most majestic wavy black hair he had ever seen in his life and it complimented her olive-colored eyes perfectly. He quickly slams the foot locker shut and slides it back under his bed. He flings his knife perfectly across the room into a dart board, cracking it. “I know what I did to you, Isabella… I can never take that back but I can also never return to that life because I can’t let it end like that. I need to rectify what I’ve done. You loved this shit so much… I hated it, I always wanted to be an MMA fighter. I’m doing this for you because it was your dream, not mine. What I wanted as who I was before is irrelevant because now I’m… Lionel Van Hurten and I’m a champion in the world you wanted to thrive in. I don’t know if this is right or wrong that I started a new life thanks to Dorian but it feels right. He taught me to let go and become this new person and I’ve done exactly what he’s wanted me to do. Isabella, I promise you, I’ll hurt as many people as I have to so that you see that I did it for you and you didn’t go in vain… I will hurt so many people for you. Everyone who’s against us in the Cruiser Havoc will see their own hearts. I’ll rip them out and shove it down their stupid fucking mouths. They need to get with the fucking program or suffer with the same old overplayed program that they’ve been living with since the dawn of this fucking sport. The Dreamers Society will stand alone at the end of our fated night. We fight for the betterment of this sport, people's lives, and most importantly our dreams. If I must continue inflicting our enemies with nightmares then that is what must be done from me. That’s what I do for Dorian and his vision.” Lionel opens the door to the hallway and adjusts his suit before walking down the hallway, fading to black. |
