Post by The Dunne Deal on Sept 1, 2024 18:40:18 GMT -5
Dunne paces back and forth in the gym, sweat glistening on his brow as he mulls over the events that led to this moment. The attack by Fury, the blood that flowed from his head, the brutal beatdown he and Cheez endured—it all fuels the fire inside him. The gym is mostly empty, but Dunne’s mind is crowded with thoughts of revenge, his hands clenching into fists as he relives the assault.
He grabs his phone and hits the video call button, waiting for Cheez to answer. The screen flickers to life, showing Cheez in a grocery store aisle, a basket in one hand and a slightly distracted look on his face.
“Yo, Dunne! What’s up, man? You look like you’re ready to tear someone apart,” Cheez says, noticing the intensity in Dunne’s eyes.
“That’s because I am, Cheez,” Dunne replies, his voice low and menacing. “I just watched that clip again. You know, the one where Fury and those damn Dark Stars beat us down like we were nothing.”
Cheez sighs, glancing around the store to make sure no one’s listening. “Yeah, I remember. It wasn’t exactly a highlight in our careers. But what are you thinking, man? You can’t just go after them without a plan.”
Dunne’s eyes narrow, his mind racing. “Oh, I’ve got a plan. I wanted to demand a First Blood match, Cheez. I wanted to make Fury bleed for what he did to us, to make him pay in the most basic way possible.”
Cheez raises an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “First Blood, huh? That’s pretty hardcore, Dunne. But knowing you, there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
Dunne nods, his expression darkening. “But...I’ve been thinking. First Blood would be too easy. Too kind. It would be over too quickly, and I don’t feel like being kind anymore. Not to Fury, not after what he did.”
Cheez stops walking, fully focused on Dunne now. “So what are you gonna do instead?”
Dunne’s lips curl into a sinister smile, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and determination. “I’m not just gonna make him bleed, Cheez. I’m gonna make him suffer. So, no First Blood. I want a match where we go pint for pint, where the only way to win is to make your opponent bleed so much they pass out.”
Cheez’s eyes widen in shock. “Dunne, that’s...that’s insane! You’re talking about the most brutal match imaginable. Are you sure about this?”
Dunne doesn’t hesitate. “Damn right, I’m sure. This isn’t just about revenge, Cheez. This is about making a statement. Fury wants to play the tough guy, wants to prove he’s some kind of monster? Fine. Let’s see how much of a monster he really is when he’s staring up at the lights, bleeding out like a stuck pig, wondering how the hell he got there.”
Cheez takes a deep breath, trying to process what Dunne’s proposing. “Pint for pint...you know what this means, right? No rules, no disqualifications, no count-outs. You’re talking about a war, not a wrestling match.”
“Exactly,” Dunne says, his voice full of resolve. “This isn’t just about winning or losing. This is about survival. We go blow for blow, slam for slam, chair shot for chair shot. We put every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears into beating the absolute hell out of each other until one of us can’t keep going. And we won’t stop until one of us passes out from blood loss. That’s the only way this ends.”
Cheez can’t help but admire Dunne’s determination, even if it does scare him a little. “You know this could get ugly, right? Fury isn’t exactly the type to go down easy.”
Dunne’s face hardens, his jaw clenched. “I don’t want it to be easy. I want Fury to remember this match for the rest of his life. I want him to wake up every morning and see the scars I put on him. I want him to remember that he messed with the wrong guy, and that there’s a price to pay for that.”
Cheez nods slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Alright, Dunne. If this is what you want, then I’m behind you all the way. Just...don’t let this consume you, man. We’ve still got a lot of fights left in us, and I don’t want this one to take you out.”
Dunne’s expression softens for a moment as he looks at his friend. “I appreciate that, Cheez. But this is something I have to do. I have to show Fury and the Dark Stars that they can’t break me. They can’t take me down, no matter how hard they try. And if that means going to war, then so be it.”
Cheez gives him a determined nod. “Then let’s make sure they know what they’re in for. You want a Pint for Pint Blood Match? You’ll get it. And when it’s all said and done, Fury’s gonna wish he never laid a hand on us.”
Dunne’s smile returns, fierce and confident. “Damn right he will. Fury, you wanted to push me to my limits? You wanted to see what happens when you mess with Wellington Dunne? Well, you’re about to find out. But let me tell you something—you’re not gonna like what you see.”
He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before delivering the final blow.
“When that bell rings, all bets are off. We’re going pint for pint, drop for drop, until one of us can’t get up. And trust me, Fury, when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be begging for mercy that will never come. Because this isn’t just a fight. This is the end of the line for you. This is where your nightmare begins.”
Cheez gives a small, approving smile. “Let’s make history, Dunne. Let’s make sure the world never forgets the night Wellington Dunne took Fury to the limit and beyond.”
Dunne’s eyes flash with determination as he nods. “We will, Cheez. We will.”
The call ends, leaving Dunne alone in the gym once more, but this time, he’s not pacing. He’s ready. Ready for the fight of his life. Ready to make Fury bleed, suffer, and remember the name Wellington Dunne for as long as he lives.
He grabs his phone and hits the video call button, waiting for Cheez to answer. The screen flickers to life, showing Cheez in a grocery store aisle, a basket in one hand and a slightly distracted look on his face.
“Yo, Dunne! What’s up, man? You look like you’re ready to tear someone apart,” Cheez says, noticing the intensity in Dunne’s eyes.
“That’s because I am, Cheez,” Dunne replies, his voice low and menacing. “I just watched that clip again. You know, the one where Fury and those damn Dark Stars beat us down like we were nothing.”
Cheez sighs, glancing around the store to make sure no one’s listening. “Yeah, I remember. It wasn’t exactly a highlight in our careers. But what are you thinking, man? You can’t just go after them without a plan.”
Dunne’s eyes narrow, his mind racing. “Oh, I’ve got a plan. I wanted to demand a First Blood match, Cheez. I wanted to make Fury bleed for what he did to us, to make him pay in the most basic way possible.”
Cheez raises an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “First Blood, huh? That’s pretty hardcore, Dunne. But knowing you, there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
Dunne nods, his expression darkening. “But...I’ve been thinking. First Blood would be too easy. Too kind. It would be over too quickly, and I don’t feel like being kind anymore. Not to Fury, not after what he did.”
Cheez stops walking, fully focused on Dunne now. “So what are you gonna do instead?”
Dunne’s lips curl into a sinister smile, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and determination. “I’m not just gonna make him bleed, Cheez. I’m gonna make him suffer. So, no First Blood. I want a match where we go pint for pint, where the only way to win is to make your opponent bleed so much they pass out.”
Cheez’s eyes widen in shock. “Dunne, that’s...that’s insane! You’re talking about the most brutal match imaginable. Are you sure about this?”
Dunne doesn’t hesitate. “Damn right, I’m sure. This isn’t just about revenge, Cheez. This is about making a statement. Fury wants to play the tough guy, wants to prove he’s some kind of monster? Fine. Let’s see how much of a monster he really is when he’s staring up at the lights, bleeding out like a stuck pig, wondering how the hell he got there.”
Cheez takes a deep breath, trying to process what Dunne’s proposing. “Pint for pint...you know what this means, right? No rules, no disqualifications, no count-outs. You’re talking about a war, not a wrestling match.”
“Exactly,” Dunne says, his voice full of resolve. “This isn’t just about winning or losing. This is about survival. We go blow for blow, slam for slam, chair shot for chair shot. We put every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears into beating the absolute hell out of each other until one of us can’t keep going. And we won’t stop until one of us passes out from blood loss. That’s the only way this ends.”
Cheez can’t help but admire Dunne’s determination, even if it does scare him a little. “You know this could get ugly, right? Fury isn’t exactly the type to go down easy.”
Dunne’s face hardens, his jaw clenched. “I don’t want it to be easy. I want Fury to remember this match for the rest of his life. I want him to wake up every morning and see the scars I put on him. I want him to remember that he messed with the wrong guy, and that there’s a price to pay for that.”
Cheez nods slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Alright, Dunne. If this is what you want, then I’m behind you all the way. Just...don’t let this consume you, man. We’ve still got a lot of fights left in us, and I don’t want this one to take you out.”
Dunne’s expression softens for a moment as he looks at his friend. “I appreciate that, Cheez. But this is something I have to do. I have to show Fury and the Dark Stars that they can’t break me. They can’t take me down, no matter how hard they try. And if that means going to war, then so be it.”
Cheez gives him a determined nod. “Then let’s make sure they know what they’re in for. You want a Pint for Pint Blood Match? You’ll get it. And when it’s all said and done, Fury’s gonna wish he never laid a hand on us.”
Dunne’s smile returns, fierce and confident. “Damn right he will. Fury, you wanted to push me to my limits? You wanted to see what happens when you mess with Wellington Dunne? Well, you’re about to find out. But let me tell you something—you’re not gonna like what you see.”
He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before delivering the final blow.
“When that bell rings, all bets are off. We’re going pint for pint, drop for drop, until one of us can’t get up. And trust me, Fury, when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be begging for mercy that will never come. Because this isn’t just a fight. This is the end of the line for you. This is where your nightmare begins.”
Cheez gives a small, approving smile. “Let’s make history, Dunne. Let’s make sure the world never forgets the night Wellington Dunne took Fury to the limit and beyond.”
Dunne’s eyes flash with determination as he nods. “We will, Cheez. We will.”
The call ends, leaving Dunne alone in the gym once more, but this time, he’s not pacing. He’s ready. Ready for the fight of his life. Ready to make Fury bleed, suffer, and remember the name Wellington Dunne for as long as he lives.
