Post by Dakota Smith on Aug 26, 2020 0:19:02 GMT -5
”If you don’t come up here right now… I’ll wait until you leave for japan, I’ll find whatever family member Kaelan is staying with… And then the fun will really begin…” - Dakota Smith to Bryan Laughlin, 12.18.19
It’s depressing, isn’t it? Losing while you’re at the top. Falling short when your so close to the finish line… For some that would be the stopping point. They’d pack up their bags and admit to themselves that maybe this just wasn’t in the cards for them...They’d give excuses, tell you lies about why they couldn’t do it… It was just too hard, they couldn’t give enough! But in reality? It’s that they never had in them to begin with... They never had what it took to fight through disaster, pull themselves from the rubble and try...try again.
Then on the opposite end of the spectrum, you have those that are gifted with opportunity, the chances they take pay off. They are lucky in the fact that defeat has never glistened uponed their lips. And these same people? They can win and still be upset, because they didn’t do enough… Because their victory? Well it didn’t feel like a victory to them because they hold themselves to a higher standard. They think themselves untouchable, and when they fail to meet their own delusions… They break… They lash out! They will say anything to hide that crack in their skins, to hide how close they really came from tasting that bitter, bitter taste of defeat.
And then… There’s Dakota Smith… A man who has lost just as much as he has won, a man who has experienced great highs and devastating lows. A human, no a monster who only exists for one reason… And that’s to be inside of that ring, to be a wrestler. He’s built himself around it, with every breath and drop of blood he is just that, a wrestler. You won’t find him complaining, you won’t see him break away from the only thing that he’s ever know. The Butcher, for all of his faults…Is a competitor, one who thrives in the violence, is empowered by his own suffering, and one that doesn’t let himself stay on his back for long. It’s that reputation, that tenacity, that will to fucking survive in an ever changing climate that makes this next sentence, some of the truest words ever to be spoken
You never go into a match with The Butcher, and expect yourself to walk out unscathed.
And that is exactly where Kaelan Laughling finds herself now, narrowed in by Dakota’s gaze, his eyes never leaving her frame as she bitches and moans on her little twitter feed. To him? She was nothing but the next victim, one that comes with history…For it wasn’t all that long ago that she played a part in name alone, one that sent her husband plummeting down some twenty feet into career uncertainty….
Drifting through the darkness, like a warship that had long since been abandoned, Dakota walks towards the camera - every step he takes getting louder, more uncomfortable as the aurora that The Butcher brought wraps around your throat. The stench of bloodshed and fear settling into the air as the scene begins to take shape.
“ I want you to paint me a picture, Kaelan. “
The air grows thick, stripping all moisture from the lungs of those around him - as he saunters through the desert, constantly moving, but never getting any closer.
“ A picture of a girl who comes from nothing, gains everything, and still acts like it’s not enough. One who gets so wounded by her faults, that she finds the need to try and use them as strengths. One who attaches herself to people of power, hoping that some of it would rub off on them… I want you to paint me a picture of who you really are Kaelan… Because I don’t think we’ve ever really seen it.
For all your words and ego, every time something just slips out of place you find yourself compelled to self loath , you find it attractive to try and ruin everything else around you just because things didn’t go exactly how you planned… Even in victory.. You can’t help but to see the negative in everything, the darkness hiding behind every corner.
But I wonder.“
The sun and moon is in constant rotation behind Dakota, like time sped up on a loop. But he himself moved at a normal pace, walking by all the delights and sights that one would find in the Chihuahuan.
“Do you see me? “
Like a leap in time itself, Dakota is suddenly in front of the camera - crouched down with his face taking most of the frame. Plastered on his lips is a sickening grin, the kind that peels the skin back as his eyes search the lens for an answer to his own question. After a few moments his eyes locked in, no more searching, he had found his target. And when he did, his grin only grew wider, more sickening as bits of saliva dripped down his teeth. Stepping back away from the camera reveals the gruesome sight that you all now bare witnessed too - foxes on pikes, slaughtered for nothing more than Dakota’s own cruel game. The sun now beating down with great intensity, causing waves across Dakota’s crooked frame.
“ Do you see me for all that I am? The darkness on the edge of your vision, the whispers in your ears telling you that you aren't good enough… I am the man that you seek, the road that you travel…. I am where all suffering lies… And you Kaelan? Are going to witness exactly what true suffering is...What pain, what agony, what depression and emotional breakdowns truly lead too. I am the end of the road for someone like you, someone so broken, so disillusioned. For all your talent? I see the scared little animal that lurks inside, only showing itself in fits, and always slinking back under the mask of a woman who has her shit together. “
Extending his arms out, like an artist unveiling his masterpiece, Dakota walks backwards into the pikes - letting his fingertips slide across the matted fur of the animals, looking as realistic as possible. Flies buzz around the carcasses, as Dakota raises one hand up and over his grinning face, keeping it there for a few moments as he took in a deep breath. As his hand slowly slide down his nose, down his beard the sun set and the moon rose up above the sky - no longer was a grin on his lips, instead in its place was fear inducing snarl.
“Missions mean nothing, paths are meant to be broken, and any idea of destiny is one that will crumble before us all. But while everything around you turns to dust, I will be the one constant thing in this business… In this life… The last one standing, the last one alive - I will wait ages, I will bide my time and I will do everything… Everything. “
His eyes grow wide, as he puts a heavy emphasis on that word, everything. The foxes look more decayed than they did at the start, rotting off the poles in a gruesome display of gore.
“Everything that I’ve ever wanted to do, there are no strings on me anymore Kaelan… I am free entity, a god without equals - a monster in a sea of mortals… Even if you forget that, I’ll always be around to make you remember… And that’s exactly what I’m going to do at Lights Out… But not only you, I’ll make every maggot in attendance feel that feeling deep in their gut, the never ending sickness, the dreadful illness that is Dakota Smith. “
A low growl escapes from behind his matted beard, as Dakota takes a step closer to the camera, a shiver running up his body as he clenches his teeth shut.
“ With only words, I can make you and anyone else be my puppet… My play thing, it happened to your husband - risked it all because I got inside of his head, I infected him.
And his mind?… His mind is much more dangerous than yours Kaelan, but I must say… “
Releasing the tension in his body, Dakota relaxes a bit - that piercing grin returning his lips cracked lips.
“ I like yours better...It feels like home.”
Wink.