Hawkhurst/Van Owen Vs. Fence/Lmoa

Hawkhurst/Van Owen Vs. Fence/Lmoa Feb 13, 2021 18:13:50 GMT -5

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Post by Demon Of Sobriety on Feb 13, 2021 18:13:50 GMT -5

The Hawkhurst home was normally the place of peace and serenity. At this moment though, the tension is so thick, it can be cut with a knife. The date is February 9, 2021. The place is Dorian Hawkhurst’s living room. The reason is his ex-wife, Chloe’s mother Tonimarie is in the Château de Hawkhurst and seeing, or at least trying to, see her daughter for the first time in 16 months. Though she seems to be making an effort, one thing is certain. Nothing good happens when Tonimarie comes around.

Up in Chloe’s room, Dorian is pleading with his daughter to go downstairs to the living room to deal with her mother.

“Hey, baby girl. Why don’t you go spend some time with your mother?”

“She didn’t even come to my birthday last year. Why should I care?” Chloe counters. “She doesn’t.”

It was hard to argue the point. But, if Dorian had to deal with his ex-wife for 6 more years, Chloe did too.

“I’m sorry that she’s made you feel this way. I really am. But she has every right to be here. I’m not even saying she deserves your time and attention. I’m just asking you to be the better person.”

Being a pain in the ass. Check. Fighting hard for what she believes. Check. Being the better person. Check. But the fact that fighting for what she believes directly conflicts with being the better person puts Chloe Hawkhurst in a weird position. Recognizing this, Dorian swallows his pride.

“Tell you what, baby girl. How about I go talk to your mother and see if I can get her to talk to you?” All Dorian can do is ask.

“Whatever,” Chloe deadpans.

“She’s trying, Chloe. For the first time in a long time, she’s trying. I’m not saying you have to act like she’s Mother of the Year. I’m just saying, she’s making an effort.”

Dorian is basically pleading without pleading. He doesn’t actually want to force Chloe to talk to her mother. He just wants to keep the peace. He remembers all the times he allowed his ex-wife to batter him, sticking it out “for his daughter,” her favorite phrase to use when blackmailing him. It should have stuck out to him then how Chloe was always “his daughter” and not “their daughter,” especially when she was in trouble. That should have been one of the many red flags that tipped Dorian off. Then again, it’s not like Dorian was a paragon of virtue in those days. Regardless, that was then. This is now. Dorian’s sole focus is on being the best father he can be, which at this moment puts him between a rock and a hard place.

“I’ve seen Mommy twice in the last three years. Let her buy me presents. She’s still a hippotwatacunt.”

Even Dorian, as mad as he should have been, cannot suppress his laughter in the moment.

“Here’s the deal, Chloe. I just want you to try. We go in the other room, we deal with the horse and pony show your egg donor is putting on, then we go back to Baltimore and you can train with Ken while we sort this Mia/Cheshire/Amelia/Zephyr drama out.”

“You forgot Loki.”

“Intentionally,” Dorian points out. “The point is, your mother is here now. We can do one of two things. We can either go out there and deal with her together or you can hide in here and I’ll go deal with Voldemortzilla.”

“Voldemortzilla?” Chloe asks with a puzzled look on her face. Dorian can only chuckle as he responds to her.

“Yeah, Voldemort and Godzilla by themselves don’t even begin to cover it.”

Chloe sits on the unicorn comforter on her bed and pouts. With the fact that the child stands a good 5’3” it is hard to remember she only just turned 12. They run tall in the Hawkhurst family and Chloe could end up over six feet time by the time it’s all said and done.

“Alright, baby girl. I’ll go out there and talk to your mother, but I can’t make any promises.”

Dorian cringes at the thought of how this conversation was going to go down. Dorian walks out to his living room and plops down on his couch. Sitting over on his loveseat is his ex-wfe, Tonimarie.

Tonimarie is not the type of person you would classify as “petite.” She’s just under six feet tall, so it’s not hard to imagine between her and Dorian where Chloe gets her height from. Her dark, empty, soulless brown eyes are staring a hole through her ex-husband. If looks could kill, Dorian would probably be a chalk outline.

“Where’s the child?”

“She’s up in her room. I asked her to come down, but she doesn’t want to.”

“She’d better come down.”

“Listen, Toe. I’m not going to make her do that. You can’t force her to come down. This is MY house and you lost the right to tell me what to do when you walked out of THAT door seven years ago.”

“Well, she’s MY daughter.” There is it. Chloe is only her daughter when she wants Chloe to do something. “And she’ll do what I say.”

Chloe comes down the stairs, but Tonimarie seems to be oblivious to her presence.

“The courts say I have to give you supervised visitation. They don’t say that she has to see you. I let you here in my home. What happens from there is up to Chloe, not you.”

“You’re raising her to hate me. Maybe if you weren’t such a fuck up, she would have turned out better.” Dorian clenches his fist as ‘Voldemortzilla’ continues her rant. “That show you put on for the judge should have won you an Oscar.”

“All I did was tell the truth. You hung yourself with your own rope.”

As true as that was, it wasn’t something that Tonimarie wanted to here.

“Once you left me, you were getting Child Protective Services called on you, what was it? Once every six months. After a while, it’s not an incident, it’s a pattern. I didn’t have to say a word. CPS said it all for me.”

Tonimarie stands up as Dorian stands to meet her. He subtly motions over to the stairwell for Chloe to go back upstairs.

“If you aren’t going to be civil, you need to leave. Don’t make me call the cops.”

“You think you’re a big man, getting in my face? You’re not a man because you won’t fight back.”

“Get… Out… Now.” Dorian’s words were not a request, but an order.

“What are you going to do? Call the cops? I’ll just tell them you hit me then they’ll haul your ass off to jail.”

“I’m not the one with domestic violence on his rap sheet. Please, just leave. You can come back when you can be civil. Better yet, we’ll meet in a public place. Now, for the last time, get… the fuck… out.”

“I only had her because you wanted a kid, you know. You can have her.”

Dorian clenches his fist, but remembering that Chloe is nearby, keeps his anger internalized. Tonimarie gets back in Dorian’s face and Dorian just stands there.

“You really are a piece of shit.”

We cut to sometime later, Dorian sits on his porch, bundled up and drinking a root beer. He is holding the bottle up near his temple, trying to reduce the swelling. Chloe steps out onto the porch and Dorian lowers his bottle, revealing a brand new black eye. Chloe doesn’t even get the chance to speak before Dorian pulls her in and gives her a hug.

“I'm sorry, Chloe.”

“It’s alright, Dad.” Chloe sobs. “It’s not your fault.”

“Moo, it's alright to be angry.” Dorian uses his nickname for his daughter, hoping to put her more at ease.

“Why should I be mad? At least I know how she really feels now.”

“I'm sorry. You know, if there was something that l…”

“It’s fine, Daddy. I'm not a baby anymore. She wasn't there to teach me how to fix my hair or about girl stuff. But I learned.”

“Yeah, I guess you did.”

Chloe turns toward the front door as she screams, “To hell with her!”

There’s an unusually long pause as Dorian can only watch his breath in the frigid air while Chloe tries to compose herself. “Moo… I...” Dorian stammers, unable to find the right words for the moment. Chloe starts crying and Dorian pulls her back into his arms.

“Why doesn’t she love me, Daddy?”

“She doesn’t know how to love herself, let alone one else. But here’s the thing. You do have people who love you. I love you. Morgan loves you. The Shadow, Ataxia, Zach, Mia, wherever she is. You’ve got an entire family with a bond greater than blood that loves you. Now that’s pretty damned special.”

Chloe stands up, grabbing her father by the hand.

“Can you make me some hot chocolate. It’s like a nice warm hug for your belly.”

“Yeah, kiddo.” Dorian smiles. “I can do that.”

Maybe everything would be okay after all.

Dorian Hawkhurst stands alone, presumably in the Carnage Wrestling studios. There is no Chloe. There is no Zach. There are no Forsaken. Just the man himself.

“With everything I've got going on at home, coming back here where I get paid to punch people in the mouth is a welcome relief. When I saw that our opponents at Chaos were Garbage Fence and Jason Lmoa I told my boy Zach he could take today off because I don’t need any help with the hype machine.”

“Now, I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t been able to quite gain the traction here in Carnage Wrestling than I would like to. I have failed to take care of business like I said I would. But, that’s all going to change, man. Lately, I’ve been going through some things. Back in the day, I’d turn to the bottle. Now, this sport, this is my bottle. Instead of hitting the bottom of the barrel, I hit the bottom of your jaw.”

Dorian loudly clasps his hands together, rubbing them together as he puts his thoughts together.

“Garbage Fence… Jason Lmoa, I don’t entirely know what to tell you. You either caught me at the best possible time… or the worst. I feel like I am being whipped around with no direction. I am either going to be scooped up and thrown about like a car in a twister or I will be sitting in the eye of the storm. But, man, you gotta understand… that ring is where I feel most at peace.” Dorian shoves his pointer finger into his palm to stress his point. “That ring is where I am at peace. Even in the middle of the shit storm I call my life, I find peace there.”

“I am not going to pretend that I am focused on either of you. It would be a disservice to you if I wasn’t honest. I’ve got stuff going on with Chloe. Shit, it weighs heavy on my mind and even heavier on my heart. It took me everything I have not to run to the nearest liquor store and get me a cold one.”

Dorian takes a deep breath, kind of defeated.

“Hurts to admit that. Anyone who’s got little ones at home, they get it. I figure that if you get me, you get me. It is what it is. I am proud to be a wrestler here at CW, but any parent will tell you the kid is priority one.”

“I'd be lying if I didn't say that Mia's disappearance, hell, I’d be lying if Zephyr’s appearance wasn't affecting me. Mia is like a little sister to me. I would walk through the fires of hell and back just to spare her a moment of pain. It kills me to not know where she is. It makes me angry. And you know, I've had a bit of an anger problem. You don't earn a nickname like “Shusei no Akuma” without... Well, you know. The fact that Incubus and Succubus are running around here only pours salt into the wound.”

Dorian pulls a stool over from off-screen and sits down on it.

“Fence, Lmoa, I gotta be honest. I'm not sure how this is gonna go. I know that you two are going to bring the fight to me. Let me just give the two of you some insight as to how Zach and I operate. No quarter is asked and no quarter is ever given. I need to prove a point. I'm going to take you sons of bitches, tear off your heads and shit down the hole.”

Dorian's words are slow, measured, deliberate… and unusually premeditated. Still, despite his unusually calm exterior, cannot hide the fire in his eyes.

“What this boils down to, gentlemen is who wants it more. I can promise you that man is me. I can promise you that Zach and I are on the same wavelength. We don't want this. We NEED this. This match, like each and every match we've had before and every match we will have after, is a statement. Each win, each loss, adds or subtracts itself from our legacy. We’ve taken enough steps backward. It’s time we step forward. Like Zach would say. There is no cheat code. There is only the grind. We’ve been paying our dues and it’s time we level up. We’ve got the experience to do it and we're going to do it at your expense. Game on, kiddies.”

[FADE]

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