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Alex Ross Has A Dream; Showdown rp 2/2
Topic Started: May 31 2008, 04:09 AM (70 Views)
Alex Ross
The Perfect 10
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What is this? Who's voice do I hear? It's faint, like a child far, far away. They are calling my name.

ALEX ROSS.

ALEX ROSS.

ALEX ROSS.


Over and over, I still hear it. Where am I? Am I in heaven? Am I dead? So many questions.

Holy shit, I'm dreaming too...

There's a fog along the horizon. I don't know what else I can do but walk toward it. As I walk, the fog gets thicker and thicker around me. It's getting harder to breath with every step. I'm choking on the air like Mad Max on Travis William's private parts in the Bad Religion dressing room.

I feel disgusting after that analogy.

Analogy.

Is anal the root word of analogy?

My stream of consciousness runs wild. I must concentrate. The Gods of the fog are trying to tell me something, still in that adolescent voice. The voice is getting much clearer now.

ALEX ROSS.

ALEX ROSS.

ALEX ROSS.


"What? What do you want with me?"

Alex, I want you to relax.

"I'm pretty relaxed... I'm dreaming..."

I gasp for oxygen in the thick cloud.

Do not breathe through your mouth or nose. Breath from your skin.

I'm still dreaming, why can't I wake up? This dream doesn't make any fucking sense. Breathe from my skin? Do I look like a fucking amphibian?

"Whatever could you mean, oh sacred voice?"

Keep your mind off of the lack of air, Alex. Everything will be alright. It will come naturally.

"Breathing through my skin will come naturally?"

You're already doing it. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to speak.

I still don't know what to think, I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming about a voice in a cloud of fog. What could this mean? Could this help me discover something new and exciting about myself that I never knew?! I sure hope so. Maybe I don't want to wake up after all!

The voice comes closer, whispering in my ear.

Do not turn around. I am here, you should not see me.

"Who are you?"

Someone from your past.

This bitch is being too vague. I need answers now. What if I wake up before I can find out what this all means?

"Can you be a little more specific?"

No.

Fucking eh. There is an anonymous little girl's voice whispering into my ear and I am supposed to trust it? I turn around, despite my instruction. Mother of God, I recognize this person. I can't put a name to the face, but I know it. Her bleak powder white face, her curly blonde locks... And those deep blue eyes.

I knew you wouldn't listen, Alex. You never have listened, have you? Look into my eyes.

I couldn't disobey her this time, I don't know why. Her eyes, they were like empty space, a vacuum to my own eyes. A swirl of blue surrounds me, the eyes are getting bigger. I'm whirling down, into her eyes.

Suddenly I'm cold. Does that mean anything? Could this be the answer I am looking for?

I swim through nothing, I'm floating.

I'm dreaming... incase you forgot.

"Why am I cold, little girl?"

Because your window is open and you have no blankets on.

"How can I fix it?"

You can't. You're asleep.

Son-of-a-bitch, she was right. I was asleep, still. Still dreaming...

Recent rumor is that there is some sort of dream about a cave going around at work, everyone is having it... Maybe this girl knows something about it.

"Do you know anything about caves?"

A cave is a natural underground void large enough for a human to enter.

"Well that was an oddly specific definition. You are wise."

That's wikipedia's definition.

"The accuracy of their information is somewhat questionable. Anyone can edit that stuff, so... "

Oh, but there is a reliable staff working twenty-four/seven to make sure that information remains appropriate to each subject.

Then I'm sure you're fine to use that definition. Anyway, I'm looking for something deeper than that. I'm looking for the sVo World Title.

Shhhh! You mustn't speak those words together, Alex! Here in dreamland, it is strictly forbidden to be so bold. Instead we must use fancy words and irrelevant descriptions to avoid actually talking about anything important. The gold-plated leather band you seek is in fact in a cave. This cave is far, far away, though. Few have ever made it that far through the dreamland.

I wonder who has. I will ask.

"Who has?"

A dark figure... And another dark figure. Twice. Each.

... What the fuck?

"Okay, who?"

I can not say, it's against the rules.

"What good does that do me? How can I find out?"

The girl appears in front of me. All of the sudden there is solid ground. My legs tremble under me. I got very used to the weightlessness of floating around. I adjust quickly. As I've got myself centered, she holds up two fingers and shakes them.

"Two?"

She nods.

"Two what?"

She shakes the fingers at me again. I am confused.

I'm dreaming...

"Two... two, two, two... Two words? Is this charades?"

She nods again. Oh hell naw, I suck at this game. I need this information, though, so I will play along.

Her middle finger disappears. Does this mean something important? Am I learning about myself yet?

"Oh wait... First word?"

Her middle finger reappears. She taps her tiny fingers against her arms.

"Two syllables."

What is she doing? She has wrapped her arms around her body and begun twisting and shouting. Is she a tornado? Is she Ferris Bueller? Has she gone mad?

Mad. Mad as in crazy. Crazy as in... Psychotic.

"Psycho. PSYKO STEVO!"

She shows me her teeth with a giant smile to confirm. So that's one... Who could the other one be? I wonder...

If you don't know who the other one is, you're pretty retarded.

"I must be pretty retarded. I'm clueless."

Good God. It rhymes with Kike Bolowy.

I could have guessed that... But I didn't know if the title history was different in dream land.

"Mike Polowy. I knew that the whole time, I was just a little unsure as to..."

Whatever. Anyway, these two have held this treasure you speak of. Only they hold the secrets involved in reaching the cave.

Holy fucking Goddamn shit am I still seriously fucking dreaming? This is going nowhere.

"There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home!"

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Alex Ross sits up from his bed gasping for air. His hands reach for his face, looking for feeling. He indeed can feel his face. Everything is going to be alright. He shivers. He apparently really didn't have any blankets on... and the window was open. The very tired "Perfect Ten" Alex Ross looks over to the window.

Ross: That little girl was right. How did she know? I think I found out what this was all about. The window is open. MY window is open. My window of opportunity. I have a match for the number one contendership for the World Title this Sunday... and I need to make sure that I give my all for it! Oh, I feel so much better knowing what that dream meant.

Alex Ross smiles. His satisfaction doesn't overpower his fatigue, though. He yawns and realizes upon looking at his digital clock that it's only about 4:00 AM. He lays back down and goes back to sleep in no time.

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4 HOURS LATER...

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Alex Ross opens his eyes. The sun is bright He squints, as it peers through the blinds and into his face. He sits up, refreshed, and rises to his feet. In his silk pajamas, the former International Champion stretches, finally making his way to the door of his hotel bedroom. The next room is a small living quarters, where he meets his agent sitting patiently on the couch.

Agent: Good morning Alex. I've been waiting for you.

Ross: Good to see you, man. Dude, I had the strangest dream last night...

Agent: No time for it. Word on the street is that Travis Williams is talking smack, Alex. Some serious trash is coming out of that mouth of his, and it's about you. Now what he is saying isn't important, but we need to publically address this so you don't look like you're just going to take this from him. Whatya say?

Ross: I don't know... I think this dream... I'm a changed man. I don't need to swap insults. My window of opportunity is open!

Agent: What do you mean? Swapping insults is what you do, Ross.

Ross: Oh, who am I kidding? You're right. Dreams mean fucking nothing. Let's do it.

Agent: We can get a camera in here in ten minutes if you can get ready fast enough.

Ross: You know it.

The agent whips out his cell phone and dials a number. He holds the phone to his ear and right away starts "talking at" someone on the other end. Alex Ross shoots back into his bedroom door and closes it behind him. In almost no time at all he is back in the living quarters and sitting on the couch, dressed in jeans and his signature "10/10" t-shirt. They sit around for a couple of minutes after his agent hangs up the phone until there is a knock on the door. Alex licks his thumbs and wipes his eyebrows. His agent opens the door and a camera man is standing on the other side. They welcome him in and get him situated in front of the couch that Ross is sitting on. The camera starts rolling.

Ross: Greetings Sanctioned Violence Organization, this is your reflection of perfection, your five star buffet of athleticism, and your friend... Alex Ross. No introduction required, I know, but I like saying my name.

Listen, I've recently heard rumors that my dear friend and Organized Chaos partner Travis Williams has been talking a bit about me to the public. Now, I am used to wannabee-Alex-Ross-fans-gone-wrestlers following me around all googly-eyed and starstruck, but this guy seems to take it a little far. I said a few things about him and Night, my opponents this Sunday for the number one contender spot for the World Title, yeah... And I am all for practicing what you preach... So you might say, "Oh but Alex Ross, you do the same thing!" But see... For me, it's a little different. I am credible. I am important. What is Travis Williams? WHO is Travis Williams? Bad Religion? Who the fuck? Does he think that he made an impact on anyone? Does he think that the sVo is a different place because another group of drooling misfits have joined sexual forces to create a Megazord of domination and homo erotic activity? This guy is a joke. He's new at all of this and he makes it pretty obvious. He isn't believable to me, I've said it once, I'll say it again. He doesn't mean what he has to say. Identity crisis, maybe? It's possible.

Basically, I can't wait till Sunday night... to see this guy put up or shut up. He's a no contest in this match, he's void, he's nothing. This match is going to be Alex Ross versus Night and the people know that. He's filler. He's wasted space... He's just there to give the fans someone that they don't want to see win the match. He's the comedic relief for this brutal match that is going to take place. He wants to talk trash? Let him. We'll show him that Alex Ross can live up this word. We'll show him what all of us smarties already know to be the truth. I did it in Organized Chaos... and I'll do it again at Showdown.

Until then, I wish you good luck, Travis Williams... In our match... and in your next main event... headlining Unsanctioned.


Alex Ross laughs to himself, his agent giving him a thumbs-up. Alex responds with his own and the camera man shuts the camera off.
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