Post by Dean Matthews on Jun 24, 2018 18:38:42 GMT -5
“My. Someone’s moody.”
The words came out of the darkness of a room as the video of the camera shifts from off to active. The first thing to come into view was Dean’s face, his eyes narrowed on the camera and those beyond it. The ice cold blue piercing into those who choose to stare into them. Slowly the camera eased back until his entire head was in the picture, the dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight braid that hung over his left shoulder.
“Hearing Jaxon Richards talk? It’s amusing. Amusing and irksome.”
The shirt he wore when his upper body came into was sleeveless with a coiled snake on the chest. He lifted a hand and ran it down his bearded chin as he stared forward, his expression blank and empty.
“Do you know what the problem with what you said was Jaxon? Your claims that you are this imposing monster while i am pretending to be. The problem is….there is someone on this very roster who KNOWS the truth of the matter.
Someone who knows what the Matthews bloodline means. Someone who KNEW David Matthews live and in the flesh. Someone whose brother watched as he tore through body after body. As he snapped necks and broke legs simply because it amused him to hear the bones crack.
You talk about being a monster like it’s some kind of moniker. You even go as far as to take the title of my first ever NGW promotional video and use it as the title for your own against me.”
Dean’s lips curled into a faint little mocking smirk as he held back the chuckle.
“What Jax? Did you really think i wouldn’t catch that slight? You are gonna have to work a hell of a lot harder than that to get beneath my skin.”
Again Dean gently shook his head and let out a disappointed snort.
“You lack love. You lack morality. You lack a moral compass. And you think that makes you a monster. Sorry fucker, that makes you a psychopath, NOT a monster. The true monsters of our world Jaxon, the Dommers. The Gacy’s. The Bundy’s. Son of Sam. The Zodiac.
Do you know what all these people have in common bitch boy? No one saw it coming. No one looked at them and thought, this is a person who needs to be watched. These are people who loved. Who embraced. Who followed the trends of humanity and did whatever they needed to do to fit in.
People who hid their darkness so deep within them that it only came out in the darkest of hours when no one could see them. When the world at large was peacefully asleep. They fought tooth and nail to live a normal life and keep that part of themselves caged.
Sound like you and your boasted claims or the Reptile bitch?”
The venomous words came out through snarls breaths as he narrowed his eyes on the camera and leaned in closer.
“You aren’t a Monster Jaxon. You are a little kid throwing a temper tantrum because your didn’t get that pony and malibu fucking barbie for Christmas. And all the while you stand before a man who IS everything he claims to be while trying to get anyone to believe that your crocodile smile is anything but a mask worn by a pretender.
I am not the kid who gets pissed off and throws a fit when he doesn’t get his way. I’m the kid who buries the hate. Who buries the rage. Buries the homicidal intention beneath all the things that make me human and pray to god that it’s enough to keep the beast at bay.
All the while knowing that all i have done is stalled. Bought time for me to maybe….MAYBE chain the fucking things for one more week.”
Dean ran his hand down his beard and looked down for a moment. His breathing coming in rapid, ragged pants as he tried to control the coiling snarling thing inside is mind. When his head finally did come up again he locked eyes with the camera once again and whispered.
“And you think, knowing this is even a 5% reality, that it’s a smart thing to threaten the one person….the ONE PERSON in this world that can control the fuckiing thing? Whose love gives the person the strength to hold the fucking thing at bay!?
You think it’s smart to threaten her? To threaten to shave her head and write profanity across her forehead? And for what? Because you think it’s amusing? Because you think it’s gonna upset her? That it will upset or anger me? Well here’s the problem Jax, like the hulk in those movies she loves so much? I’m always fucking angry!
Angry at the world. At the companies. At the Destroyers. At the Children. At my Father. My mother. My brother. Myself. The Reptile. THE WORLD!
You think you can gain some kind of advantage? Get into my head and throw me off my game?!”
He let out a roaring laugh, throwing his head back throwing the braid off his shoulder in the process.
“You?! Get under my skin?! Inside my head?! Jaxon i am in a constant wrestling match with a goddamn second personality, for lack of a better term, that wants nothing more than to bath the world in flames and blood and you think i am worried about you?!”
Dean finally blew out a deep breath as a manicured hand came out from behind the camera and touched his cheek. Calming him enough for a small smile to touch the edges of his lips.
“You wanna talk about my past Jax? About the death that i had no part in? About the cult….that’s everything the Destroyers wish they could be. I mean, without Jessica Sears i’d have no idea who the fuck you people even are. At the very least the Children are known beyond the company they work for.”
This caused Dean’s lips to curl into a mocking smirk but he shook his head and blew out a deep breath to stabilize himself.
“So. Bring your size. Bring your strength. Bring your rage and your psychosis and i will bring the only thing i need Jaxon. I’ll bring my TALENT. And when i have beaten you in the middle of that ring tonight, you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself.
You are the one who overlooked me simply because you lacked the intelligence to understand what a REAL monster is.”
Dean reached out behind the camera, leaning in close as he did and stared into the lens. Only his eyes showed as his voice called out.
“See you tonight.”
And then he ripped the connection coords from the camera and the scene shot to a black screen.
The words came out of the darkness of a room as the video of the camera shifts from off to active. The first thing to come into view was Dean’s face, his eyes narrowed on the camera and those beyond it. The ice cold blue piercing into those who choose to stare into them. Slowly the camera eased back until his entire head was in the picture, the dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight braid that hung over his left shoulder.
“Hearing Jaxon Richards talk? It’s amusing. Amusing and irksome.”
The shirt he wore when his upper body came into was sleeveless with a coiled snake on the chest. He lifted a hand and ran it down his bearded chin as he stared forward, his expression blank and empty.
“Do you know what the problem with what you said was Jaxon? Your claims that you are this imposing monster while i am pretending to be. The problem is….there is someone on this very roster who KNOWS the truth of the matter.
Someone who knows what the Matthews bloodline means. Someone who KNEW David Matthews live and in the flesh. Someone whose brother watched as he tore through body after body. As he snapped necks and broke legs simply because it amused him to hear the bones crack.
You talk about being a monster like it’s some kind of moniker. You even go as far as to take the title of my first ever NGW promotional video and use it as the title for your own against me.”
Dean’s lips curled into a faint little mocking smirk as he held back the chuckle.
“What Jax? Did you really think i wouldn’t catch that slight? You are gonna have to work a hell of a lot harder than that to get beneath my skin.”
Again Dean gently shook his head and let out a disappointed snort.
“You lack love. You lack morality. You lack a moral compass. And you think that makes you a monster. Sorry fucker, that makes you a psychopath, NOT a monster. The true monsters of our world Jaxon, the Dommers. The Gacy’s. The Bundy’s. Son of Sam. The Zodiac.
Do you know what all these people have in common bitch boy? No one saw it coming. No one looked at them and thought, this is a person who needs to be watched. These are people who loved. Who embraced. Who followed the trends of humanity and did whatever they needed to do to fit in.
People who hid their darkness so deep within them that it only came out in the darkest of hours when no one could see them. When the world at large was peacefully asleep. They fought tooth and nail to live a normal life and keep that part of themselves caged.
Sound like you and your boasted claims or the Reptile bitch?”
The venomous words came out through snarls breaths as he narrowed his eyes on the camera and leaned in closer.
“You aren’t a Monster Jaxon. You are a little kid throwing a temper tantrum because your didn’t get that pony and malibu fucking barbie for Christmas. And all the while you stand before a man who IS everything he claims to be while trying to get anyone to believe that your crocodile smile is anything but a mask worn by a pretender.
I am not the kid who gets pissed off and throws a fit when he doesn’t get his way. I’m the kid who buries the hate. Who buries the rage. Buries the homicidal intention beneath all the things that make me human and pray to god that it’s enough to keep the beast at bay.
All the while knowing that all i have done is stalled. Bought time for me to maybe….MAYBE chain the fucking things for one more week.”
Dean ran his hand down his beard and looked down for a moment. His breathing coming in rapid, ragged pants as he tried to control the coiling snarling thing inside is mind. When his head finally did come up again he locked eyes with the camera once again and whispered.
“And you think, knowing this is even a 5% reality, that it’s a smart thing to threaten the one person….the ONE PERSON in this world that can control the fuckiing thing? Whose love gives the person the strength to hold the fucking thing at bay!?
You think it’s smart to threaten her? To threaten to shave her head and write profanity across her forehead? And for what? Because you think it’s amusing? Because you think it’s gonna upset her? That it will upset or anger me? Well here’s the problem Jax, like the hulk in those movies she loves so much? I’m always fucking angry!
Angry at the world. At the companies. At the Destroyers. At the Children. At my Father. My mother. My brother. Myself. The Reptile. THE WORLD!
You think you can gain some kind of advantage? Get into my head and throw me off my game?!”
He let out a roaring laugh, throwing his head back throwing the braid off his shoulder in the process.
“You?! Get under my skin?! Inside my head?! Jaxon i am in a constant wrestling match with a goddamn second personality, for lack of a better term, that wants nothing more than to bath the world in flames and blood and you think i am worried about you?!”
Dean finally blew out a deep breath as a manicured hand came out from behind the camera and touched his cheek. Calming him enough for a small smile to touch the edges of his lips.
“You wanna talk about my past Jax? About the death that i had no part in? About the cult….that’s everything the Destroyers wish they could be. I mean, without Jessica Sears i’d have no idea who the fuck you people even are. At the very least the Children are known beyond the company they work for.”
This caused Dean’s lips to curl into a mocking smirk but he shook his head and blew out a deep breath to stabilize himself.
“So. Bring your size. Bring your strength. Bring your rage and your psychosis and i will bring the only thing i need Jaxon. I’ll bring my TALENT. And when i have beaten you in the middle of that ring tonight, you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself.
You are the one who overlooked me simply because you lacked the intelligence to understand what a REAL monster is.”
Dean reached out behind the camera, leaning in close as he did and stared into the lens. Only his eyes showed as his voice called out.
“See you tonight.”
And then he ripped the connection coords from the camera and the scene shot to a black screen.