Dreams and Nightmares

[Tony S]

Busy few coming up with Slammys and Mania both just around the corner. I look forward to seeing what everyone's got planned going into everything. Here's a little something with Tommy and Dante. I hope you all enjoy and good luck to Derek. I look forward to some things in the future. Could this be a re-rebirth of the tag division?
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The loud muffled sound of static could be heard as the screen filled itself with the grainy white and black of video static. A moment passed before the static slowly started to fade into blackness. However, the blackness did not last long as a single lit candle appeared in the distance. The light flickered faintly as it moved closer. And closer. As the flame came into view, the candle’s light illuminated a man’s face. The face belonged to none other than Michael Dante, the right hand man of Tommy End. Dante took a deep breath as he lowered the candle to his midsection. His face barely visible, tilted his head down while a book appeared next to the candle.

Michael Dante: ”When one sleeps on the floor, one need not worry about falling out of bed.”

Dante closed the book and tucked it at his side. He lifted the candle slightly as he held it up to his chest. The camera zoomed away from Dante just as another candle came from the right side. This candle was held by Tommy End himself. He stepped in front of Dante and turned to the camera.

Tommy End: ”Some men, the tend to have favorable dreams. Dreams that make them wake up the next morning with a giant smile on their face. Then there are others. Other men that have nightmares.”

The candle’s light moved with Tommy as he spoke.

Tommy End: ”Nightmare that make them wake up screaming. Terrified to even get out from under the covers.”

Tommy rolled his eyes as he looked annoyed.

Tommy End: ”Myself, I’ve been living my nightmare. Now, where I have been living in the nightmare of losing to The Miz, there has been another man living in a dream.

Dreams of gold and grandeur. Fame and glory.”

Tommy looked back at Dante, who stood there and shook his head in silence.

Tommy End: ”Dalton Castle.

You’re walking around here in a dream like state. Everything you want, it comes true. Everything you set your sights on, you’ve achieved. Not one bad thing has gone wrong in your happy little life. Not one.

EBWF Gateway Champion. EBWF Tag-Team Champion. I must say, you’ve done quite well for yourself. You’re really racking up the achievements there, aren’t you. Making a little name for yourself. Dalton Castle “Golden Peacock”. The man. The Myth. The legend.”

He pressed his lips together as he exhaled.

Tommy End: ”Now, you may think you’re doing something special here, but look at Mister Dante. Does he look impressed? No? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Now you may think all your accomplishments mean something. You may think that you hold two of this company’s championships makes you one of the best. But see, it doesn’t.”

Tommy shook his head.

Tommy End: ”See, Dante and I don’t like to gloat, but if you haven’t heard, we’ve held some championships in out past. We’ve held quite a few, but who keeps count. None of that matters, at least not to us.”

Tommy motioned between himself and Dante.

Tommy End: ”Enough about us though, this is your dream world. We should all focus on you, right? We should all cheer and smile, bowing down in all of your glory. We all need to continue with this fantasy and make all your dreams come true. Let you have all the championship while you’re sipping tea high in the clouds with your boy crush, Strowman. Gumdrops and candy canes.”

He smiled sarcastically before he turned serious.

Tommy End: ”Now.. I hate peppermint, and gumdrops get stuck in my teeth. So that means that this dream of yours, is just that. A dream. What happens to dreams? You wake up.

This is your reality check Dalton. Dante and I, we’re going to personally wake you and your pitiful excuse of tag partner, Grado. This dream of yours, it’ll all come crashing down around you and reality will set it. You will bare witness to the fact that all this fame and fortune, will fade. You’ll lose once. You’ll think, fluke, right? Then you’ll lose again. Doubt will set in. You’ll begin to wonder if it’s you, or if Grado is really putting forth the work.

Eventually you’ll lose the EBWF Tag-Team Championships and you’ll come to the conclusion that the team has run its course. The dream will be over. You will wake up. You will wake up and see Dante and myself as we stand over your body. You will see the bodies of your boys scattered about. You will see the carcass of Grado hung up in the ropes. You will see the end of everything that made you happy and you will see reality. The reality that you are nothing. Your championships, they make you nothing. Your fame, it makes you nothing. Everything that you think makes you something. Reality is, it all makes you nothing.”

Tommy took a deep breath. He looked back at Dante once more before he continued.

Tommy End: ”I’m not saying that I will bring about your end, but I will be the start of it. This week at Warfare, Dante and I will shake you, Dante. We’ll start the awakening. But this won’t just be your awakening. Ending your dream, it’s also the end of my nightmare.

The nightmare brought onto me by losing to The Miz, it ends with me defeating you. It ends with me waking you up from this dreamland of yours. So that’s just what I’m going to do. Dante and I, we’re going to come out there on Monday, and we’re going to defeat you. We’re going to wake you. We’re going to show you that there are plenty of teams out there that can destroy your dreams, and the Sumerian Death Squad, we’re one of those teams. We’ll prove that. Then once we defeat you at Warfare, we’ll demand a rematch, but next time. Next time, we’ll have our rematch for those EBWF Tag-Team Championships.

Then, the dream will come to an end.”

He went silent as he looked into the camera. He turned and begun to walk away. Dante opened his book again, but before he could speak, Tommy walked back into view. He held a finger up to Dante and turned to the camera.

Tommy End: ”Dalton.. How’d the chest heal? Don’t worry, this time, I’ll take off your head.”

Tommy walked off once again and Dante stood front and center with his book open.

Michael Dante: ”Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs. Cursed are the god-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep!”

A whistle of wind blew and knocked out the flame of the candle. Darkness took over once again while the static begun to filter into the screen.