Dark Dynasty in Corrupt Power
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Lochlyn Cade stands in front of a large mirror in the restroom of a hotel suit Vivian Rae had reserved online. They left Norway directly after his match with El Diablo Blanco just a few hours after the conclusion of XIII. He hadn’t even taken the time to shower only changing into street clothes and washing at a bathroom sink at the airport. The dark crimson hues of dried blood still adorned themselves upon his neck, hairline, and areas he missed with the splashes of water. Thus, the prolonged gazes of strangers that fell upon him were of disgust and judgment. He cared little about the thoughts of others, only craving that of leaving the foreign soil.
His reflection told a more formidable story of the war in which he found himself. His eyes were still bloodshot and wore the look of fatigue. His face showing the cuts and scratches of broken glass, his eyebrows singed by the flames of a burning table. His arms, ribs, and back swollen and bruised from the nearly thirty Singapore cane shots he took after the battle with El Diablo. They came at the hands of non other than Jonathan Cade Keeton; the blood rivalry that’s been building the past year.
“Baby boy Keeton, you’re only a slight annoyance.” He says aloud to himself.
He grits his teeth as he pulls a sliver of glass from gash in his cheek. “I’m only concerned with the present, the now, and that’s the Devil’s Gate pairing of The Gatecrashers.” His hands clench the side’s of the sink as he becomes lost in thought, in words spoken to that of reflection.
“I can’t deny that they are rife with tag team accomplishments. They’ve exchanged the titles back and forth with Two Gents since March. If any team in this division is capable of taking those titles off the Champs, it’s The Gatecrashers. I can’t ignore that. I also can’t let that happen. Eli and I have to put these two away and show that we’re the team on the rise. We’re the team that’s ending the record breaking reign of Teo and Jenson.”
All of these battle scars upon his body will still be showing when he wrestles this coming Monday at CruiserClash. Such is the life of a professional wrestler. There are no sick days, no days off, you simply wrestle regardless of how you feel or the wounds you display upon your body. The Gatecrashers, Sarah Pettis and Void, won’t be showing him any mercy or taking it easy. If anything they will be looking to take advantage of the damage dealt by others. It’s the smart strategy. A game plan he, himself, would look to exploit if given the chance.
“I’ve been standing at the ledge of the abyss, pushing that line further and further in my pursuit of accomplishment and recognition. The Gatecrashers offer that next box that needs checking off the list. Is it arrogance to believe that Eli Hix and I will easily dispose of the former champions? Perhaps. Looking at the wounds upon my body I’m reminded that it wasn’t that long ago that Sara Pettis was in my position. The recommendation that she visit a local medical facility to be on the cautious side. She has a history of neck problems and if you evaluate the two of us side by side. My cuts and scratches are nothing compared to her weaknesses. She’s prime for the picking as if she were a lone strawberry in the middle of a garden craving to be eaten.”
It’s a daily thing for most people to stand in front of a mirror and see their reflection staring back. How often is it that someone studies, evaluates, the eyes that peer back upon themselves?
I’ve come to the understanding that I’m comfortable sitting on a throne built of violence and bloodshed.”
In that moment he becomes lost in thoughts that flood back into his consciousness, it’s something Vivian Rae had said a few days earlier.
“Lochlyn Cade you’ve become corrupt by power…”
The Promethean laughed at the words.
“You don’t get to laugh Loch. We both know that you fully believe that you’re more than capable of taking whatever it is you want. That kind of power brings out the worst in a person. It’s brought out greed, lust, and your cruel perversion for bloodshed. No, you don’t get to laugh because you know that it’s true.”
His voice becomes quaint, almost emotional, it’s unusual for him.
“I laughed because it is true."
“Lochlyn you’re actions have proven that you’re fearless and manipulative. You’ve crafted a masterful ability to use people and resources at your disposal. That makes you a terrifying adversary for anyone.”
“That includes The Gatecrashers, Two Gents, or anyone else they decide to throw in my way.”
Vivian scoffs and her temperature rises with his response.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Anything they throw in YOUR way? What about Eli Hix? What about your Dark Dynasty partner?”
It’s when you mention the name of the devil and he arrives at your front door. Eli Hix walks into the room from the hallway eating an apple as he winks at Vivian. It’s then that she realizes he’s heard the entire conversation.
“Eli… talk some sense into him. Tell him he needs to think team.”
Confidence sits on his face as his teeth cut into the flesh as he takes another bite.
“Viv, listen, I don’t have a problem with what Lochlyn Cade says or does. He’s out there building a name for himself. If that makes him hardened, confident, remorseless, narcissistic and corrupt to the core. Who cares?”
He continues not allowing Vivian to answer the question.
“He’s got an innate ability of pushing buttons and swaying people into his line of thinking. Regardless if they are aware of it or not. We got our back to back matches against Nikki Vaughn because of that. You saw what happened to her. What makes you think we won’t do the same against Pettis and Void?”
He again continues without allowing an answer being interjected.
"Lochlyn seeks to charm and placate people as he slowly edges a knife under their collar. Searching for that vein as he smiles. He has the ability of manipulating people into thinking he has their best interest at heart. That he can lead them into finding what they want from life when in reality it’s just a truth that he has manufactured.
Does that make him corrupt? Does that give him a sense of power? Yeah, it does, without a doubt it does. Why do you think we’re Dark Dynasty brothers? It’s because we have those very things in common. We both like to hurt people for the sake of our own personnel entertainment. Though, his lust for accomplishments outweighs mine. I’ll play the games he wants to play and I’ll be standing at his side when we’re canonized.”
Lochlyn Cade injects his thoughts back into the conversation.
“Viv, I know you’re just looking for justification for what’s about to happen to Sara Pettis. I know you don’t care about Void or what happens to him. But, you’ve got a kinship with Sara and the grief that she had to endure with the untimely end of her husband, Raging Dead. Your sister was murdered, brutally, and you understand the pain.”
A single tear begins to fall from the hurt in her eyes.
“You must know. She’s not a damsel no more than Void is a knight in shining armor. They represent Devil’s Gate and one of the best teams to ever grace the Action Wrestling canvas. Eli and I are both aware of how dangerous these two are. The depths of depravity that they are willing to go too. You can’t honestly stand there and tell me you have sympathy for a group that idolizes guys like Metzger and Charles Manson?”
His words fade as the three of them stand in silence. It’s a non verbal acknowledgment that everything has been said that needed saying.
Lochlyn Cade’s thoughts return to the present as he looks into the reflection of his eyes. He knows what must be done come CruiserClash. He knows the lengths he’s willing to go for a single victory that propels himself and Dark Dynasty. The accolades will continue.