Sitting at Joe’s Garage, Dorian is a man playing that fun game of “Where’s Chloe?” It’s like “Where’s Waldo?” except she’s not hiding anywhere on the page. Of all the places to break down, it had to be in Fort Worth. It’s not so much that there was wrong with Fort Worth per se. It’s more that he was in some familiar territory. You see, back in his younger days, when his father was taking over a business there, Fort Worth was where he used to raise hell with one Jimmy Allen.
Although Chloe was missing, Dorian had some idea that she was exactly where Dorian wanted to be. Still, without knowing for certain, "The Demon of Sobriety" was a bit of a mess.
"So, what you’re telling me is your kid just ran off?" the mechanic queries. The man is bald, standing about half a foot shorter than Dorian, with a handlebar mustache. The years of automotive work are visible on his heavily scarred up hands. He is wearing a navy blue uniform with the name “Dawson” on his name patch.
"Yeah. She has this bad habit of doing that. She’s headstrong, like her old man."
"Where do you reckon she’s run off to?"
"If I were a betting man, I’d say she went through my phone and got her godfather’s address. He lives near by. We’re good… well, we were good friends."
"So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?"
"Well, we work together and we are, shall we say, in a rather competitive field. He doesn’t seem to appreciate the fact that I was higher on the food chain than he is. So, he’s been trying to prove himself by bringing me down instead of building himself up."
"Sounds like he’s all hat and no cattle."
"Oh, no. He’s damned good. Been better than me most of his life. He’s just not happy that I was the better man for once in my life. I thought he had my back, no matter what, but it turns out he’s on a first name basis with the bottom of the deck."
"Sounds like he’s bitter as gall."
"I’m not going to lie, I don’t know what that one means, but I’m pretty sure he’d have to look up to see hell."
Dawson chuckles as the sax solo. From Ghost’s "Miasma" fills the air. Dorian takes a moment to remove his phone from his pocket, looking down to see a message waiting for him from Jimmy Allen.
"Excuse me a minute." Dorian walks out of the shop and looks down at his phone while muttering to himself. "This had better be fuckin’ good."
"Dorian, Chloe showed up at my place with the intention of doing some damage prior to our match. She’s fine and after breakfast I’ll be sending her to wherever you are."
Dorian quickly fires back at Jimmy, not thinking, but running off of pure emotion.
"I’ll fucking end you if you hurt her, I’m at Joe’s Garage in Fort Worth, send her to me now."
Dorian turns to go back inside, when his text notification goes off again, almost instantaniously.
"Look dumbass, if I intended on hurting her, she’d already be that way. That kid is quiet when she sneaks but she tried sneaking up on me. I’ll send her to you when we are done with food."
Dorian lets out a sigh of relief.
"At least he’s not a total douche canoe."
Dorian goes back inside, where he will have to wait for his car to be fixed and for his daughter to arrive. Dawson has headed back into the shop, and Dorian sits there restlessly.
Hawkhurst heads back outside, looking around for somewhere to blow off some steam. He ends up somewhere on the side of the building with a chain link fence and several stacks of tires behind him. Is it a little cliche? Perhaps. But, it was away from everyone else, so it was exactly what Dorian was looking for.
Dorian grabs a rock off the ground and uses it to prop his phone up on one of the stacks of tires. Dorian hits record on the phone and steps in front of it.
"It wasn’t enough for you to paralyze me with the mist, was it Jimmy? It also wasn’t enough to cost me my Impact Championship. Then, you not only pour salt in the wound, but you rubbed it in real good before squirting lemon juice in it when you went and aligned yourself with Loki Synn. I see you, Jimmy. I see you real good. What you’re doing, this tearing me down so you can feel like you are the taller skyscraper, it’s not going to do anything but piss me off. Now, I don’t know if your memory is bad, or it you’re just slightly stupid, but you do remember what happens when I get angry? Don’t you?"
"Now, I know I’m sloppy. That’s why I didn’t rise up the ranks like you did. But, when I get mad, I get focused. Unlike most people, when I get mad, I get better. That’s just how I operate and right now, I’m fuckin’ pissed."
Dorian cracks his neck loudly enough that the microphone hears it. Reaches his in pocket and pulls out a hair tie, pulling his hair back into a ponytail so that his face is in plain view. One of the veins in his forehead is bulging out a bit.
"That’s the story of my life, Jimmy. I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. When I started going out, getting drunk, hell, getting drunk with you half the damned time, I got cut off. My old man took everything away. He threw me out and gave me enough for one month’s rent and got me a beater to roll around in. Then, I got Chloe’s mom knocked up before that month was over. I was pissed at the hand life gave me. But, it wasn’t that life had fucked me over. I had fucked myself over. So, I lowered myself to being a fry cook at McDonald’s. Now, there isn’t anything wrong with that, but where I was in my life at that time, I didn’t have my head on straight. I busted my ass and did everything I could to move up there. I got my ass moved up to management and I went back to school and got my GED. I was mad, Jimmy. I was mad because my old man fucked me over. It wasn’t until years and years later, when I had sobered up and got my life together that I realized that I was the one who fucked me over. But, I did what I had to do."
"But, enough about that. We need to focus on you and me, Jimmy. Since this all started back at WrestleFest, I’ve been having all these weird dreams. I’ve got this vision of you in my head, where you are standing there covered all in red. A vision, that I will bring to life during our match when I make you bleed. Did I hurt you? Let me make you safe and sound… or perhaps, I’ll just put you out of your misery. I’m going to make you regret what you did, Jimmy. I am going to make you so paranoid that you will feel me breathing down your neck, even when I’m not there. I get it, you think I am beneath you. You think that I am some pretty little human wreck. Don’t you, man? But, I still like you… enough to destroy you, tear you down."
Dorian paces back and forth, as he is prone to do when trying to gather his thoughts.
"Then, you have the balls to sit there and try and talk to my kid like you haven’t done a damned thing? The fuck, dude? What the actual fuck? Shit for brians, asshole, dickweed… You’re a motherfucker and I hate you. You’ve fucked with me. You’ve fucked with my family. You’ve fucked with Mia, more than likely. You think you’re going to get away with this? Fuck you. Fuck you! FUCK YOU!"
Dorian’s anger gets progressively worse, to the point where he’s worked up quite the sweat.
"You took all my shit. You tried to leave me nothing. I don’t care that you, not Freddie, YOU took my Impact Championship away from me. What I care about is that you tried to take food off of my table. You tried to take my livelihood. You know, now I'm getting really angry. I feel like I'm gonna fucking explode. You think you're gonna get away with this? Think again, bitch."
"You see, this week, I am laser focused. I know that I have been spreading myself too thin. That stops now. Now, Jimmy, I need to take care of my personal business. You are a cancer. You are snake and I am going to cut off your head."
"I remember how sensei used to teach us "Don’t underestimate your opponent." I feel like you are doing that, Jimmy. That’s all fine and good, man. I got you. If there is one thing you don’t know about it, it’s the man I am now. I am not the man you used to rip up the town. Unlike you, I am a man who is motivated by his family. I’m not in this for personal glory. You used to tell me that family isn’t blood. Family is who is loyal to you. That is why I consider The Forsaken to be my family. That is why I consider Zach to be family. The is why I USED to consider you family."
Dorian is distracted as a silver 2013 Kia Sorento pulls up. Dorian sprints over as Chloe hops out of the car, clutching Lynk in her hands. Dorian seems to move faster than he’s ever moved in the ring and gives Chloe a big hug before grabbing her forcefully by the shoulders.
"Are you trying to kill me, baby girl? I almost had a heart attack. Don’t ever, ever do that again."
"I’m sorry, Daddy. But, Mister Jimmy hurt you..."
Dorian puts his finger to Chloe’s lips to quiet her.
"You don’t need to worry about that. You have been going out of your way to get under his skin. I appreciate that. I really, truly do. But, this..." Dorian pauses for just a brief moment, trying to find a way to get Chloe to understand. "This is just something that I have to take care of myself."
"Because it’s personal. I’ve known Jimmy since we were five years old and I don’t even know him anymore. You’re lucky he didn’t hurt you. And with your “teddy bear” in your hands, I doubt you were going over there just to say hi."
Chloe allows the ‘o’ in ‘no’ to drag on a bit because she knows she’s already been busted twice.
"Listen, Moo. There’s a lot of things you can do that other kids your age can’t. Hell, you’re already taller than your mom. I know you want to help. But, this isn’t the time. You have to let Daddy fight his own battles."
"NO!" Chloe shouts. "THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS, DADDY!"
Dorian softens his tone.
"Okay, then. Tell me how it works. But, maybe do it a little more quietly."
"You always fight for me. We need to look out for each other."
"I get where you are coming from. You need to understand, I am your father. It’s in my job description to protect you. When there comes a time when I am unable to defend myself, then you can worry about it."
"Like when Mister Jimmy peed in your eyes?"
"That yellow crap."
"Oh, that. That wasn’t piss. It was some Japanese concoction that he was taught to use by his uncles."
"Your missing the point. The point is we need each other. We need to take care of this and then we need to get back to finding Auntie Mia."
Dorian looks at the fading blue tips in his hair.
"You know what? You’re right. I need to take care of Jimmy and put this behind me."
Dorian looks down at Chloe.
"We’ve got a little time before the car’s done. You wanna get something to eat?"
"Yeah, those waffles tasted like shit."