Title: Book 4 Chapter 1: Forgiveness
Featuring: Dorian Hawkhurst
Date: June 19, 2019
Location: The Hawkhurst Home
Show: Evolution 39 (Modern Warfare Round 1)

It is early morning in the Hawkhurst household. The sun peaks in from the Eastern window, causing Dorian to wince. He squints as he tries to look at his computer screen. His sits with a pink camouflage coffee mug beside him. There is still a large bandage over his head where his head was gashed during the Doomsday Massacre match.

"Bloody hell. I can’t see a damned thing."

"What are you doing up this early, Daddy?"

Dorian jumps like Mike Rolash when Ataxia shows up behind him.

"Jesus, child. You trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Sorry, Daddy."

"So, what are you doing up?"

"I’m always up this early. Gotta watch my Saturday morning cartoons."

"The government killed those in the 90s, baby girl."

Chloe lifts her hand up from behind the desk. She’s holding a DVD case with She-Ra on the cover.

"A solid choice. I liked He-Man better."

"That’s because you’re a boy."

Chloe emphasizes the word “boy” by raises the tone of her voice and shaking her head.

"No. It’s because I liked Skeletor better than Hordak."

"So, what are you doing?"


"No you aren’t."

"I got sidetracked. I’m trying to find stuff on this Lance LaRusso guy, but for some reason I keep reading Bible stuff."

"About what?"

"About what a dick God was in the old testament. 2 Kings 2:24 And he turned around, and when he saw them, he cursed them in the name of the LORD. And two she-bears came out of the woods and tore forty-two of the boys."

Chloe lets out a small scream.

"Oh, stop it. God chilled out once he had a Son. Really, though, I keep reading stuff about forgiveness."

"Is that cuz of Uncle Jimmy?"

Dorian cocks his head as that was the first time Chloe had called him “Uncle Jimmy” since around the time WrestleFest happened. " You’re back to calling him “Uncle Jimmy” are you?"

"Well, I figured if you helped him, everything was okay."

"Well, it’s not. But, it’s… better, I guess."

"His waffles weren’t really that bad."

"They’re damned good. I’ve had them many times over the years."

Dorian grabs his mug and gets up, pausing before going to refill his coffee.

"So, that’s it. You think everything with Uncle Jimmy is fine now?"

"Kind of. Remember how you told me that story?"

"I tell you lots of stories. You gotta be more specific."

"It’s like that one with my doll. If you took one of my dolls and snapped the leg off, but said sorry, it doesn’t change the fact that my doll still has the leg snapped off. I think if Uncle Jimmy were really sorry, he’d have to buy you a new doll."

"I don’t play with dolls."

"You know what I mean, Daddy."

"I get it, baby girl. When you’re a grown up, it’s a little more complicated. Jimmy and I go back a long time. We will deal with things and see where it goes, just like Morgan and I have been doing."

"I miss Morgan."

"We’ve got dinner tonight before we fly out to Seattle. That reminds me, no church tomorrow. We’ve got an early morning flight."

"Okay, Daddy. I’ll pack after lunch."

"Thank you."

Chloe starts to walk away towards the other room.

"Oh, Chloe."

"Yeah, Daddy."

"Do NOT pack your toy handcuffs this time. I don’t want another one of those TSA searches. They’re not getting paid and they’re probably a bit cranky right now."


You can hear how dejected Chloe’s voice is as she walks into the other room. Dorian walks out towards the kitchen to get himself some coffee. The camera turns towards the computer screen, where two bible verses can be seen.

Matthew 6:14-15 New International Version (NIV)

14 For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. Luke 17:3-4 New International Version (NIV)

3 So watch yourselves.

“If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; and if they repent, forgive them. 4 Even if they sin against you seven times in a day and seven times come back to you saying ‘I repent,’ you must forgive them.”

The scene cuts away to the basement of the Hawkhurst home where Dorian stands in his makeshift studio. He seems clean and sober, for the moment at least. He is wearing a leather vest over a Ghost t-shirt with the Cirice design on it. The color of his blue jeans almost matches that of the blue tips in his hair, although the tips are beginning the fade out.

"Lance LaRusso, a lot has changed since you were last seen here in the CWF. I'm fairly certain, that is much as everything is changed, everything is exactly the same."

"I'm willing to bet that you're still the walking embodiment of herpes. I'm willing to bet you're still the kind of man that would run around in a kilt because he was facing off against someone with the last name Highlander. You are the type of man that would go play, ahem, poker at the old folks home. I know that you don't take a damn thing seriously. News flash, buttercup, if you even want to be able to see the brackets in the second round, let alone get there, you better get your shit together."

Dorian reaches off screen and grabs a bottle of water, taking the time to unscrew the cap before continuing.

"You probably think you got it easy, man. You probably think that because of the war that I went through a frozen over, probably think the because I wrestled two matches that night, that I'm nice and softened up for you. Somewhere that little head of yours, you probably believe that you can actually beat me. Couple of tips for you, homeboy. First, you can go and take some pills for the only thing that's soft. Second, on the night of Evolution, you're not beating anyting until you go back to your hotel room."

"While you've been off doing who knows what with who knows who at who knows where, I have been here for the last year proving myself against the very best. I haven't always come out on top, but every match, win or lose, has built me up even more."

Dorian takes a few gulps of his water before motioning towards himself with his water bottle. Some of the water splashes up onto Dorian’s shirt, but he ignores it.

"You gotta realize, I've got a lot going on, Lance. You are barely a blip on my radar. To take a page out of my buddy Zach’s book, you're a Goomba and whoever gets to the finals of this tournament is King Bowser. That doesn't mean that I will make mistake of overlooking you, man. Not at all, because even an insignificant little Goomba can take you out. I won't let that happen."

Dorian stops with a slightly vexed look upon his face.

"I want to say more, I really do, man. But, like, I just can’t wrap my head around you. I mean, I don’t like to tear people down, but I’ve hit a roadblock made up entirely of your stupidity. My nine year old daughter seems like she’s more mature than you, and she sleeps with a frying pan for fuck’s sake."

"For real, I went back to the CWF vaults, and I watched each and every promo you produced, each and every goddamned one. For the life of me, I can't figure out how you've avoided getting thrown in jail, let alone won a match. Your grasp on reality is questionable at best. As I sat and watched everything you've done, I felt like I was stuck in an echo chamber full of the deafening sound of your stupidity. At some point, your ass is going to have to grow up. In the meantime, I'm going to make it to get thrown in jail because of you. I am going to own your ass, and according to the Thirteenth Amendment, that's illegal."

Hawkhurst takes a smaller sip of his water before putting the bottle back down offscreen.

"We are in this tournament for the honor and privilege I'm becoming the CWF World Champion. I have been the Impact Champion twice and I know almost everybody else around here knows that, I'm just filling in the blanks for you, Lance. I won the first of those championships by defeating our current World and Paramount Champion, The Shadow. I won the second of those championships by defeating a man I'm a very well face in the second round, and that man is Ataxia. Both of those men, I now consider brothers. Both of those men have proven their pedigree by filling up their resumes with championships. Ataxia is a CWF Hall of Famer. While other companies will put people in their Hall of Fame for name recognition and not for accomplishments, this company is not like that. You've been here before. You should know that."

"My goal when I joined this company was to be the best father I could be. I came here to earn a living. I came here to put food on my table and bitch, I'm still hungry. I'm not perfect. No man walking this Earth is. But each and every time I step foot in the ring, my goal is to prove that I belong here. My goal is very simply to be the best wrestler I can be. Going out there and losing to you in the first round is not an option."

Dorian shakes his finger at the camera.

"I'll give you this much, you’ve made something of a name for yourself here in the CWF. But, you are are a footnote in the history of this company. I am the present and more importantly the future of this company. I am here because I am different from everyone else in this company. I cut myself and show the scars to the world. I know there's some fancy word for that, and I can't think of it right now. I don't actually cut myself, but you know what I mean."

"So, Lance, I want you to tell me how this match is going to be. Are you going to make me care, and more importantly are you going to make the fans care, about this match? Are you going to inspire me? No no, scratch that. That ain't the right word, man. I don't need inspiration. What I need is a reason to make me care about you. Because right now, I don't. To me you're nothing but a nostalgic act brought in for a one-off. The only reason you are here, in my eyes, is so that they can show the company where they were when I began here and where they are now It is my job to show everyone that the fact that you left right around the time I started was a large Improvement. It's your job, to try to prove me wrong. And I don't think you can, man."

"I have been through too much. I have fought too hard, too loud you to walk in and step on Legacy I am building. I will let you come out here, Lance. I'll allow you to come out here and do your little song and dance. But at the end of the day, you need to realize, then I'm going to be standing victorious in that ring in your just getting hammered!!!"

Dorian stares intently into the camera as the scene fades to black.

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