Over sharing (vs cholo vs Dylan black)
Oct 22, 2021 12:48:56 GMT -5
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Post by deanharper on Oct 22, 2021 12:48:56 GMT -5
Camera comes on to Dean sitting on the diving board of an abandoned pool covered in graffiti.
“When Tara asked me to come on this cruise, I honestly wasn’t sure that I would. I mean, I’ve never felt the desire to go out of my comfort zone of Imperial Wresting Federation. It’s where I started and if that’s running, I’m more then happy to stay there. But Tara wanted my little brother to be along which made my father agree and then Warren decided to come along … I ran out of excuses not to come I suppose.”
Dean shrugs.
“I don’t really know anyone on the other side of the ring. And Apples to oranges you don’t know me either. And that’s fine. Different companies and this is one of those fun times were we are expanding our horizons to learn more about the other companies out there. Isn’t that special? I mean, it’s for charity and what kind of cold-hearted asshole makes people feel bad for charity runs, right?”
Dean grins.
“So I think this is the part where I give the primer on who I am and all that. Fuck, that is always so hard, don’t you think? Breaking yourself down into a nice soundbite. Small mouth sized pieces so the public can get the basic idea of who you are and why they should care. Hate that. I can not describe the amounts of general loathing I have for the whole concept. But I promised to play nice, so that’s what I’m doing.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Hi, my name is Dean Harper. I’ve had a couple nicknames. President of the IWF sluts. Brat Prince. Homewrecker. Youngest IWF hall of Famer. The Gay agenda. The reason we can’t have nice things. Most Loyal. The Good Son and my personal favorite jumped up mouthy fuck who thinks he’s better then he is.”
Dean winks.
“Who am I? Whole tragic backstory on the table, but the abridged version. My mom was half first nation from her dad who split pretty much right after she was born. My grandmother was a heinous religious knot job who believed locking people in closets with saints and beating them brought them closer to god or whatever. My mom got pregnant in high school, she had me, she had a mental breakdown and died; I got the Carrie White treatment from Gran. Poor and abused for three generations, woo-ho. Generational trauma for everyone. I get out of my nowhere town to become an intern at Imperial Wrestling Federation while I do college. I get kidnapped by Rowan, bad bitch, Hall of famer, multiple world champion, slayer of legends- demon incarnate- big ‘Step on me mommy’ energy. Rowan also has some intense learning through pain methods. I become Her Most Loyal in the cult to her domination, The Pack. We run rough over IWF for a couple years. I get sluttier. Go off and on again with my boyfriend. Get my girlfriend pregnant. I may or may not have killed a man in the ring, results hazy check back later.”
Dean smiles.
“Find out Angel Blake is my dad. My girlfriend also dies, maybe not related to me leaving the cult but maybe is? Get back together with my boyfriend. Win a couple world titles. A couple other titles too. Win a bunch of tournaments. Become my own Hall of Famer. May or may not have been involved in getting my Dad custody of my little brother Edward.”
Dean leans forward.
“For those of you playing the home game, yes. Tara is technically my ex-stepmom. Wraith is my ex-stepbrother. Tara’s youngest son is my half-brother. I might have killed my boyfriend’s dad. No one likes to admit they enjoy me but I’m here anyway. Moving on.”
“All unpacked?” Warren asked leaning against the doorframe of Dean’s room as Damien jumped up and down on the mattress of the full twin he was getting. Dean glances at Warren.
“How’d you get in? I thought the door was locked.”
“Your Dad let me in. Interesting choice to share a room…” Warren stepped through.
“Family suite saves money. Also ensures someone is always here to keep an eye on the boys.”
“Edward!” Damien cheered.
“Not just now buddy, but I promise we’ll get him as soon as Daddy’s done sorting clothes.”
“Edward!” Damien said angrily.
“You need a nap?”
“No!” Damien sat down hard on the bed, looking upset.
“You were saying?”
“Unpacking.” Warren looked nervous, had been nervous for a couple days but Dean was pretending not to notice. If he brought it up, then more awkward conversations. Awkward conversations usually led to Warren breaking up with him again. He was happy to just pretend not to notice the very serious ‘we should talk’ energy.
“Almost done, yeah.” Dean looked over. “What’s up?”
“Uh… not much. Was think maybe seeing if your dad would be willing to watch Damien while we got dinner?”
Dean did not like the sound of that but nodded, “Sure. I’ll talk to him.”
“You… didn’t happen to watch JC’s promo from the other week, did you?”
“Why would I waste my time? He wasn’t facing me.”
“Cool. Cool. Cool.”
“…Should I?” Dean asked focusing all his attention on Warren.
“No! I mean, nah, not a big deal…”
“Do I need to kill him?”
“Why is that always your go to response? No. He just you know, said some stuff and since you didn’t mention it, I thought I would…casually bring it up.”
“Very casual.”
“The most casual.”
“I’m hungry.” Damien reported.
“In a minute buddy.” Dean moved closer to Warren, “Did he say something about you I’m going to be upset about?”
“No. Just… might have spoiled a surprise.” Warren smiled at him.
“A surprise? What kind?”
“A good one.”
“I’m a slut for surprises.”
“Your kid is right there” Warren whispered. “Later. Promise.”
“Holding you to that.”
“And you might be like, wow that was a lot of oversharing. And you’d be correct. I have two modes. 1) I don’t say shit or 2) I won’t shut the fuck up. Congratulations on catching me on a chatty day! Also…and I am being honest here…Likely a manic day.”
Dean gestures to himself.
“So usually this is where I would take a moment to talk about who I’m facing. “Cholo” Giovanni Santana and Dylan Black. I don’t know if in this situation I’m meant to just talk about how cool I am and how much ass I kick. Which… trust me. I can talk about myself all day every day. But I should at least address who I’m fighting, right?”
Dean kicks his legs.
“So yeah, I’ll start with Giovanni. Like I don’t know you. I’ve over shared so take you pick on insults. You seem like a decent enough guy. Got rich, use that money to try and give the kids in the world a better life. That honestly... like I can’t even rag on that. Not just your home country but the states. That’s noble. That’s some good guy shit. You like to party but that is about all I’ve learned about you. I researched, trust me on that. But that really is the basics.”
Dean ran his thumb over his bottom lip.
“I don’t know why we are paired up here. Maybe we are the misfit toys no one else knew what to do with us. I mean, I know you want to get the win for that extra cash flow for your charity of choice. And that’s great. 10/10. Serious kudos. I’m just in this for the joy of beating some heads in and maybe doing something good for once in my life. If I was a better man, I’d let you take the win because your charity is some legit good in the world.”
Dean smirks.
“Too bad I’m not a better man.”
Dean leans back.
“Then there is Dylan Black… You, oh baby, you are exactly my type.”
Dean runs his tongue over his teeth.
“You’ve sworn a vow to be violent every day, and goddamn. Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
Dean fans himself.
“You are also doing a charity I support. I mean, GLADD is legit. If I was better, you also deserve to win to give them some cash. But you can’t really expect me to just roll over when that’s common knowledge, can you?”
Dean laughs.
“What’s the old saying? You can take the boy out of the cult, but the life lessons you learn from the cult will be engraved into his trauma responses for life? I’m almost sure that’s correct. You made a promise to be extremely violent and baby, I hope you are. I really do. I’ve had the shit kicked out of me for years and it never does the job of keeping me down for long. I sure hope you don’t disappoint me.”
Dean winks.
“Because yeah it’s for charity and yeah it’s all good fun with three guys who don’t know each other but to be honest? I just like winning. Kind of the thing I like doing more than anything else.”
Camera feed ends.
“When Tara asked me to come on this cruise, I honestly wasn’t sure that I would. I mean, I’ve never felt the desire to go out of my comfort zone of Imperial Wresting Federation. It’s where I started and if that’s running, I’m more then happy to stay there. But Tara wanted my little brother to be along which made my father agree and then Warren decided to come along … I ran out of excuses not to come I suppose.”
Dean shrugs.
“I don’t really know anyone on the other side of the ring. And Apples to oranges you don’t know me either. And that’s fine. Different companies and this is one of those fun times were we are expanding our horizons to learn more about the other companies out there. Isn’t that special? I mean, it’s for charity and what kind of cold-hearted asshole makes people feel bad for charity runs, right?”
Dean grins.
“So I think this is the part where I give the primer on who I am and all that. Fuck, that is always so hard, don’t you think? Breaking yourself down into a nice soundbite. Small mouth sized pieces so the public can get the basic idea of who you are and why they should care. Hate that. I can not describe the amounts of general loathing I have for the whole concept. But I promised to play nice, so that’s what I’m doing.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Hi, my name is Dean Harper. I’ve had a couple nicknames. President of the IWF sluts. Brat Prince. Homewrecker. Youngest IWF hall of Famer. The Gay agenda. The reason we can’t have nice things. Most Loyal. The Good Son and my personal favorite jumped up mouthy fuck who thinks he’s better then he is.”
Dean winks.
“Who am I? Whole tragic backstory on the table, but the abridged version. My mom was half first nation from her dad who split pretty much right after she was born. My grandmother was a heinous religious knot job who believed locking people in closets with saints and beating them brought them closer to god or whatever. My mom got pregnant in high school, she had me, she had a mental breakdown and died; I got the Carrie White treatment from Gran. Poor and abused for three generations, woo-ho. Generational trauma for everyone. I get out of my nowhere town to become an intern at Imperial Wrestling Federation while I do college. I get kidnapped by Rowan, bad bitch, Hall of famer, multiple world champion, slayer of legends- demon incarnate- big ‘Step on me mommy’ energy. Rowan also has some intense learning through pain methods. I become Her Most Loyal in the cult to her domination, The Pack. We run rough over IWF for a couple years. I get sluttier. Go off and on again with my boyfriend. Get my girlfriend pregnant. I may or may not have killed a man in the ring, results hazy check back later.”
Dean smiles.
“Find out Angel Blake is my dad. My girlfriend also dies, maybe not related to me leaving the cult but maybe is? Get back together with my boyfriend. Win a couple world titles. A couple other titles too. Win a bunch of tournaments. Become my own Hall of Famer. May or may not have been involved in getting my Dad custody of my little brother Edward.”
Dean leans forward.
“For those of you playing the home game, yes. Tara is technically my ex-stepmom. Wraith is my ex-stepbrother. Tara’s youngest son is my half-brother. I might have killed my boyfriend’s dad. No one likes to admit they enjoy me but I’m here anyway. Moving on.”
“All unpacked?” Warren asked leaning against the doorframe of Dean’s room as Damien jumped up and down on the mattress of the full twin he was getting. Dean glances at Warren.
“How’d you get in? I thought the door was locked.”
“Your Dad let me in. Interesting choice to share a room…” Warren stepped through.
“Family suite saves money. Also ensures someone is always here to keep an eye on the boys.”
“Edward!” Damien cheered.
“Not just now buddy, but I promise we’ll get him as soon as Daddy’s done sorting clothes.”
“Edward!” Damien said angrily.
“You need a nap?”
“No!” Damien sat down hard on the bed, looking upset.
“You were saying?”
“Unpacking.” Warren looked nervous, had been nervous for a couple days but Dean was pretending not to notice. If he brought it up, then more awkward conversations. Awkward conversations usually led to Warren breaking up with him again. He was happy to just pretend not to notice the very serious ‘we should talk’ energy.
“Almost done, yeah.” Dean looked over. “What’s up?”
“Uh… not much. Was think maybe seeing if your dad would be willing to watch Damien while we got dinner?”
Dean did not like the sound of that but nodded, “Sure. I’ll talk to him.”
“You… didn’t happen to watch JC’s promo from the other week, did you?”
“Why would I waste my time? He wasn’t facing me.”
“Cool. Cool. Cool.”
“…Should I?” Dean asked focusing all his attention on Warren.
“No! I mean, nah, not a big deal…”
“Do I need to kill him?”
“Why is that always your go to response? No. He just you know, said some stuff and since you didn’t mention it, I thought I would…casually bring it up.”
“Very casual.”
“The most casual.”
“I’m hungry.” Damien reported.
“In a minute buddy.” Dean moved closer to Warren, “Did he say something about you I’m going to be upset about?”
“No. Just… might have spoiled a surprise.” Warren smiled at him.
“A surprise? What kind?”
“A good one.”
“I’m a slut for surprises.”
“Your kid is right there” Warren whispered. “Later. Promise.”
“Holding you to that.”
“And you might be like, wow that was a lot of oversharing. And you’d be correct. I have two modes. 1) I don’t say shit or 2) I won’t shut the fuck up. Congratulations on catching me on a chatty day! Also…and I am being honest here…Likely a manic day.”
Dean gestures to himself.
“So usually this is where I would take a moment to talk about who I’m facing. “Cholo” Giovanni Santana and Dylan Black. I don’t know if in this situation I’m meant to just talk about how cool I am and how much ass I kick. Which… trust me. I can talk about myself all day every day. But I should at least address who I’m fighting, right?”
Dean kicks his legs.
“So yeah, I’ll start with Giovanni. Like I don’t know you. I’ve over shared so take you pick on insults. You seem like a decent enough guy. Got rich, use that money to try and give the kids in the world a better life. That honestly... like I can’t even rag on that. Not just your home country but the states. That’s noble. That’s some good guy shit. You like to party but that is about all I’ve learned about you. I researched, trust me on that. But that really is the basics.”
Dean ran his thumb over his bottom lip.
“I don’t know why we are paired up here. Maybe we are the misfit toys no one else knew what to do with us. I mean, I know you want to get the win for that extra cash flow for your charity of choice. And that’s great. 10/10. Serious kudos. I’m just in this for the joy of beating some heads in and maybe doing something good for once in my life. If I was a better man, I’d let you take the win because your charity is some legit good in the world.”
Dean smirks.
“Too bad I’m not a better man.”
Dean leans back.
“Then there is Dylan Black… You, oh baby, you are exactly my type.”
Dean runs his tongue over his teeth.
“You’ve sworn a vow to be violent every day, and goddamn. Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
Dean fans himself.
“You are also doing a charity I support. I mean, GLADD is legit. If I was better, you also deserve to win to give them some cash. But you can’t really expect me to just roll over when that’s common knowledge, can you?”
Dean laughs.
“What’s the old saying? You can take the boy out of the cult, but the life lessons you learn from the cult will be engraved into his trauma responses for life? I’m almost sure that’s correct. You made a promise to be extremely violent and baby, I hope you are. I really do. I’ve had the shit kicked out of me for years and it never does the job of keeping me down for long. I sure hope you don’t disappoint me.”
Dean winks.
“Because yeah it’s for charity and yeah it’s all good fun with three guys who don’t know each other but to be honest? I just like winning. Kind of the thing I like doing more than anything else.”
Camera feed ends.
