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Topic Started: Jan 16 2008, 08:32 AM (78 Views)
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Voice: Night?

...

Voice: Uh, excuse me. Night?

Where is that voice coming from?

Voice: Sorry, Mr Miyamoto, we've arrived.

That name. My waking name... or one of them. Hearing it draws me back to 'reality' somewhat. I'm in the back of a car. Next to me a dark haired woman... what was her name?

Dark Haired Woman: We'll need to get you in to the press conference straight away, the driver got us caught in traffic so we're running slightly late.

Tamara. I think it's Tamara. Tamara Boyd? She works for sVo I think. I also do I think, or am I an apprentice to the archbishop? Or is he my enemy?

Is he a dream?

Or perhaps that is reality and this is a dream. This intrigues me though... I will follow Ms. Tamara Boyd. I nod vaguely at her and she hops out of the car.

We walk silently into the building, Goodfellas Casino.

Still without speaking we head through the casino floor. The bright lights dazzle and amaze me... like thousands of tiny glowing jellyfish.


Tamara Boyd: Night. I'm sorry sir, but we need to get into the press conference, I've got you here late enough as it is... it just might by my job we're talking about here.

I follow Ms. Boyd, reflecting on her words.

I thought we were here for a press conference. Apparently I'm to be interviewed... I have no idea how we suddenly switched onto the conversation of her job.

These dreams can be confusing. I'll follow her, I want to see where this goes.


Tamara Boyd: Thank you.

She leads me through several more corridors and I now notice strange people pointing at me and whispering to themselves. Is there something on my face perhaps?

I catch my reflection... my face is covered by a black mask.

A mask of the night sky.

I wonder why this seems strange to people wearing neon red floral shirts, khakis and a hat made of towel. Guess some people are just strange.

Tamara Boyd reaches a door and peaks in, she turns to me, a large grin on her face.


Tamara Boyd: We're in luck, they're running late too! From the sounds of it they're about to announce you.

Night: As?

Tamara Boyd: The next person to speak.

Night: Oh. Of course.

Tamara's ears prick up as she hears something from inside.

Tamara Boyd: Ok, you're on. Good luck.

Luck. That's a funny thing... completely fickle.

Might save your life every day.

And then a bird shits on your favorite shirt.

Like I said... fickle.


Voice: Night, Tim Jeffries - Las Vegas Courier, you're--

Who said that?

Night: Who said that?

Laughter, lots of it.

I'm in front of a podium. There's a room full of laughing journalists.

I'm confused - I smile meekly.


Tim Jeffries - Las Vegas Courier: Anyway, as I was saying. You're a respected journeyman wrestler in Japan, but since arriving and debuting in the sVo your record is currently 0-2. Not exactly a sterling win-loss ratio there. What would you attribute this mediocre level of success to? Finding your feet in a new country or are you just genuinely outclassed here?

What a strange thing to say.

Night: I... I must take up arms against my enemies? The strange little man tried to stop me in my last match - it was a most unusual occurrence.

Tim Jeffries - Las Vegas Courier: You're referring to the referee?

Night: I believe that was his name, yes. And I must formally request that he not interfere in my affairs again. It would be most unfortunate if I we were to cross paths over a matter-of-fact issue.

Tim Jeffries - Las Vegas Courier: Uh... right. Thanks.

Ah, well done. Satisfied masses.

A woman stands... what does she want?


Woman: Night, Dominique Swin - Nevada Evening Post. Speaking of taking up arms against your enemies. You seem to be... in communication with an archbishop who seems to be instructing you in what you do. Do you actually believe this? Is it all just an elaborate act?

...

Night: I... he... the strange little man in the stripped shirt is to blame! Not me! He must not interfere.

I observe Ms. Swin. She does not know what to make of me.

I feel the same of her, but make no indication in such a way. These dreams can turn nasty on you if provoked.

Remembering a childhood dream I look down alarmed and relieved to find I am fully clothed and not standing in front of this crowd in my underwear.


Dominique Swin - Nevada Evening Post: Ok, we can try another question. Uh, referring to the 'strange, little man' who was a hinderance to you... your next match is scheduled against the new sVo International Champion, Alex Ross in a hardcore match. Now, this seems to have been what you were going for, but the official odds against you are... well, they don't seem to think you have a chance of a winning this match? Alex Ross is coming off a huge win and you're still struggling to find your feet. How do you feel about this?

Night: Good.

There is a shocked silence and an extremely disappointed look on the face of Ms. Swin.

Very well then...


Night: Very well. It's true that I've yet to record my first win here in sVo. It's also true that Alex Ross is the new sVo International Champion. He beat Psyko Steve. He's a champion and has momentum on his side.

Fine.

The odds are against me?

Fine.

You may not believe it, but a guy like me doesn't exactly get taken seriously all the time.

People think I'm airy, distant, dreamy, vapid, vacant, reserved and generally disinterested - put someone like that up against a guy who's on fire and in the starting stages of a brilliant career and it might seem an obvious result, right?

I smile to myself as they nod along with me. A silly reaction - in a world like ours you must ALWAYS expect the unexpected.

Night: And yet here I am. A new sVo signee. Hungry to prove myself.

Hungry to fight.

Hungry... to... WIN.

This moment of clarity seems to have had exactly the result I intended, the crowd stare at me, mouths agape with disbelief.

Night: If this were a business of sure things and 'clear-cut-winners' it'd be a very different, very boring place.

Never count out the dark-horse.

Never turn your back on the underdog.

That's enough.

Night: That's enough.

Dominique Swin - Nevada Evening Post: Umm. Thank you.

Ah she sits. There, hope she got her story.

Now... what was I saying about 'luck'?

Saying?

Thinking?

Another man in the front stands.


Man: Night, Terrence Law - Sports Tipping Weekly... would you--

I'm bored.

I turn from the podium and down the stairs, making straight for the door.


Terrence Law - Sports Tipping Weekly: Uh... Night? Terrence Law... Sports Tipping--

Not missing a beat, I hear Ms Boyd at the podium.

Tamara Boyd: Uh, ladies and gentlemen, that's the end of the press conference at this time. We're sorry to cut things short, but unfortunately we were held up by unforeseen circumstances...

Her voice trails off as I make my way through the corridors and finally come to what I was looking for...

... half a million glowing jellyfish flashing for the amusement of floral shirted, towel hatted tourists...

... fascinating.

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