Post by Dean Matthews on Jun 10, 2018 20:21:24 GMT -5
As the video feed of the camera activated and a picture began to take hold in the frame a faint clatter could he heard as the camera shook in an unsteady hand. The video feed moved as the image of a hotel room came into shaky focus.
The bed was unmade with blankets shifted to one side and the sheets all but discarded at the base of the bed. As the camera shifted to look around the room it passed a mirror and caught sight of the Paladin of Vengeance herself Jessica Sears. Her hair a mess and wearing a big tank top that clearly belonged to her boyfriend, Dean Matthews.
When the camera finished it’s revolution, passing by the sliding glass doors of the hotel room, it passed by a steadily rising sun signaling the video had been recorded early that morning or perhaps the morning before.
Before she could ask any questions or really get into any kind of in depth search to attempt to locate her obviously missing boyfriend the sound of the hotel room door closing hard snapped her attention, and the camera, around.
Dean appeared around the corner entering the room dressed in a pair of loose fitting martial arts bottoms, the type with the lose legged fit and the elastic waist. He peeled the tank top from his upper body and went straight to the bathroom without a word.
Jessica slipped from the bed and padded on bare feet through the main chamber of the hotel room, through the door to the bathroom with the camera shaking slightly to mark her progress.
Jessica: “....Mein Liebe?”
She whispered under her breath as she pushed the door open and found Dean standing in front of the sink running his hands under the steaming water. When she saw the amount of steam and realized how hot this water must be she hurried toward. Setting the camera down on the counter with a clatter she pulled his hands out of the scalding hot water drawing in a shocked breath.
His knuckles were discolored, the skin between them broken and raw and what appeared to be blood stained the flesh of the fingers beneath the knuckles.
Jessica: “Dean….what happened?”
Dean: “...I….don’t know….”
He whispered and pulled his hands from hers and pushed them back into the water. She knew enough not to pull them out again, but she did turn on the cold water to even out the heat.
Dean: “...I went for a run….the last thing i remember was coming around a corner in an alley a few blocks from here….and then i woke up in the elevator on the way back up here…”
He fell silent running his hands together gently beneath the running water until the discoloring of the flesh was all but gone and he noticed the camera sitting on the counter beside them. Flicking his head toward it he grabbed a box of white thin gauze wrap from the counter and walked from the room.
Jessica took the camera back up with another rustle and clatter before following him out and finding him seated at the table near the window wrapping the long piece of gauze around the knuckles on his left hand.
As he did he looked down at his phone watching the video aired by Mason Moore only a few minutes before. Jessica stood in silence watching as Dean stared down at the screen, idly running the gauze around his hand.
Dean: “Two companies. One month. Three and two record. The War heating up ready to come to its ultimate conclusion and the Destroyers in NGW all but neutered.”
Dean glanced away from the phone and back at the camera.
Dean: “I’ll say that’s not a bad month all and all. There have been set backs sure, but i’ve come to expect those. I was out of action for what? Six months? And it wasn’t like i was some kind of ten year Vet before that Gauntlet match, so three wins and two loses coming off a major injury and surgery isn’t to bad at all.”
Jessica: “Dean….don’t you think we should talk about…..?”
Dean: “ Later….might as well do this while i have my mind to the task.”
If Jessica was happy about this decision it didn’t show. Hell, if she was unhappy with the decision it didn’t show. She just blew out a deep breath and kept the camera focused on the big man without a word.
Dean on the other hand lifted an arm and ran his fingers through his hair getting it from his face. His eyes shifted back and forth on the table beside him as he began to wrap the other hand. As if he was thinking. Considering what he should, or perhaps more importantly, shouldn’t say.
Dean: “Mason Moore about said it all. He’s rarely been in a match where he isn’t the biggest dog in the yard. Where he isn’t the strongest cat in the alley…..Both true and yet on the flip side of that coin, neither have I. I’ve never been in the ring with someone who even comes close to my strength.
I’ve never had to concern myself with whether or not someone was going to manhandle me the way i have manhandled so many others in my career. Someone who could not only knock me off my feet, which let’s be real has happened, but also lift me off them. That, however, has never happened before.”
Dean lifted a hand again and this time ran it down his bearded chin, his eyes narrowing once again in thought. When he spoke he lifted the hand holding it out in questioning fashion.
Dean: “And yes, while i may not really have a lot of moves in my arsenal where i jump and flip and flop around like a frog on speed, i’ve faced many….many people who do. Hell, about a month ago in a match Rivers was whipped at the barricade and slid under the damn thing. Never broke stride just….”
His hand flattened and he let out a whistle as he slid it through the air.
Dean: “Damnedest thing you’ve ever seen. Just, right under the barricade and into the crowd like it was nothing. So, with that said while i do not have those types of movies in my own arsenal, i would however say that i am very, very well versed in defending them.
So, Moonsault to your heart’s content. Dropkick like your Adrien freakin Cochrane. Bust out a Whisper in the Wind if you are oh so daring but how is any of that really gonna help him? Does anyone believe a moonsault is gonna put me away? Or a dropkick? How about a Asia DDT?
It might get close, but the answer to each of those situations is a kickout.”
Dean lifted his face to the camera and his intense icy cold blue eyes just stared. His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke again.
Dean: “Bring the dropkicks. Bring the moonsaults. Bring them all. In the end all it takes is one Coil. One Injection. One. Two. Three.”
Dean waved his hand and Jess knew this as his way of telling her to cut the feed and she wanted to talk to him, figure out what happened so she did just that and the scene faded to black.
The bed was unmade with blankets shifted to one side and the sheets all but discarded at the base of the bed. As the camera shifted to look around the room it passed a mirror and caught sight of the Paladin of Vengeance herself Jessica Sears. Her hair a mess and wearing a big tank top that clearly belonged to her boyfriend, Dean Matthews.
When the camera finished it’s revolution, passing by the sliding glass doors of the hotel room, it passed by a steadily rising sun signaling the video had been recorded early that morning or perhaps the morning before.
Before she could ask any questions or really get into any kind of in depth search to attempt to locate her obviously missing boyfriend the sound of the hotel room door closing hard snapped her attention, and the camera, around.
Dean appeared around the corner entering the room dressed in a pair of loose fitting martial arts bottoms, the type with the lose legged fit and the elastic waist. He peeled the tank top from his upper body and went straight to the bathroom without a word.
Jessica slipped from the bed and padded on bare feet through the main chamber of the hotel room, through the door to the bathroom with the camera shaking slightly to mark her progress.
Jessica: “....Mein Liebe?”
She whispered under her breath as she pushed the door open and found Dean standing in front of the sink running his hands under the steaming water. When she saw the amount of steam and realized how hot this water must be she hurried toward. Setting the camera down on the counter with a clatter she pulled his hands out of the scalding hot water drawing in a shocked breath.
His knuckles were discolored, the skin between them broken and raw and what appeared to be blood stained the flesh of the fingers beneath the knuckles.
Jessica: “Dean….what happened?”
Dean: “...I….don’t know….”
He whispered and pulled his hands from hers and pushed them back into the water. She knew enough not to pull them out again, but she did turn on the cold water to even out the heat.
Dean: “...I went for a run….the last thing i remember was coming around a corner in an alley a few blocks from here….and then i woke up in the elevator on the way back up here…”
He fell silent running his hands together gently beneath the running water until the discoloring of the flesh was all but gone and he noticed the camera sitting on the counter beside them. Flicking his head toward it he grabbed a box of white thin gauze wrap from the counter and walked from the room.
Jessica took the camera back up with another rustle and clatter before following him out and finding him seated at the table near the window wrapping the long piece of gauze around the knuckles on his left hand.
As he did he looked down at his phone watching the video aired by Mason Moore only a few minutes before. Jessica stood in silence watching as Dean stared down at the screen, idly running the gauze around his hand.
Dean: “Two companies. One month. Three and two record. The War heating up ready to come to its ultimate conclusion and the Destroyers in NGW all but neutered.”
Dean glanced away from the phone and back at the camera.
Dean: “I’ll say that’s not a bad month all and all. There have been set backs sure, but i’ve come to expect those. I was out of action for what? Six months? And it wasn’t like i was some kind of ten year Vet before that Gauntlet match, so three wins and two loses coming off a major injury and surgery isn’t to bad at all.”
Jessica: “Dean….don’t you think we should talk about…..?”
Dean: “ Later….might as well do this while i have my mind to the task.”
If Jessica was happy about this decision it didn’t show. Hell, if she was unhappy with the decision it didn’t show. She just blew out a deep breath and kept the camera focused on the big man without a word.
Dean on the other hand lifted an arm and ran his fingers through his hair getting it from his face. His eyes shifted back and forth on the table beside him as he began to wrap the other hand. As if he was thinking. Considering what he should, or perhaps more importantly, shouldn’t say.
Dean: “Mason Moore about said it all. He’s rarely been in a match where he isn’t the biggest dog in the yard. Where he isn’t the strongest cat in the alley…..Both true and yet on the flip side of that coin, neither have I. I’ve never been in the ring with someone who even comes close to my strength.
I’ve never had to concern myself with whether or not someone was going to manhandle me the way i have manhandled so many others in my career. Someone who could not only knock me off my feet, which let’s be real has happened, but also lift me off them. That, however, has never happened before.”
Dean lifted a hand again and this time ran it down his bearded chin, his eyes narrowing once again in thought. When he spoke he lifted the hand holding it out in questioning fashion.
Dean: “And yes, while i may not really have a lot of moves in my arsenal where i jump and flip and flop around like a frog on speed, i’ve faced many….many people who do. Hell, about a month ago in a match Rivers was whipped at the barricade and slid under the damn thing. Never broke stride just….”
His hand flattened and he let out a whistle as he slid it through the air.
Dean: “Damnedest thing you’ve ever seen. Just, right under the barricade and into the crowd like it was nothing. So, with that said while i do not have those types of movies in my own arsenal, i would however say that i am very, very well versed in defending them.
So, Moonsault to your heart’s content. Dropkick like your Adrien freakin Cochrane. Bust out a Whisper in the Wind if you are oh so daring but how is any of that really gonna help him? Does anyone believe a moonsault is gonna put me away? Or a dropkick? How about a Asia DDT?
It might get close, but the answer to each of those situations is a kickout.”
Dean lifted his face to the camera and his intense icy cold blue eyes just stared. His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke again.
Dean: “Bring the dropkicks. Bring the moonsaults. Bring them all. In the end all it takes is one Coil. One Injection. One. Two. Three.”
Dean waved his hand and Jess knew this as his way of telling her to cut the feed and she wanted to talk to him, figure out what happened so she did just that and the scene faded to black.