| I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 26 [Showdown 35 RP] | |
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| Night | Mar 11 2010, 02:26 PM Post #1 |
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sVo Legend
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Darkness. A pair of feet can be heard running. As my vision returns I realise it is my own feet that I am hearing. I tear through the jungle - my hair is disheveled and long and from my mask sprouts a thick black beard - all from years of growth out here in the wild. Interestingly, the mask I wear on my face is still in tact. I touch at it with my hands only to notice that they are blurred out. I should have known... ... I'm dreaming. Dream or not, I know that I've been out here for years. Far from civilization. Far from the wrestling world, from my conscious existence. Since the world fell out from under my feet. My dreams - lost forever. The jungle is dark and foreboding. It lives and breathes - it changes as I pass through it, I am trapped here endlessly. Out here I have become more than I had ever been before though. Out here I became whole. As whole as a man an un-feedable hunger can be anyway. Not a hunger for food. A hunger for a feeling. Out here I have been hardened by the elements; and by my own resolve. It's been so long, I can barely remember who I am or how I got here in the first place. What I can remember is the feeling of being on the top of the world. And I fell. Sometimes I feel that that is all I know; all that I am exists in one moment and I would go to the ends of the Earth to change that. To have one more shot; to breathe new life to my dreams. I can remember that I fought wars for these dreams. I was fortunate and won more than I lost, but I couldn't win that one. Twice. And now I run through the jungle. Towards what? I have no idea. But although the wild in which I find myself is dense and overgrown in all directions I know that there is only one direction in which I can run. So I do what comes naturally, and I run as fast as I can. I am exhausted and I'm sure that my legs must have given out long ago, and yet I continue to barrel forwards into a thick layer of green and brown which seems to part for me as I speed past. And this is how it has been for years. It feels that way anyway - but I remind myself that I am dreaming... this isn't real... it can't be. Suddenly a sight comes to view which stuns me to my core. I stop in my tracks - suddenly the inhumanly powerful force driving me forwards vanishes and both myself and the jungle are suddenly still. Ahead of me lies a clearing. The mixture of relief and shock is overwhelming to me and I dumbly stagger forward. In three steps I clear the last 100 yards, I must be floating - it certainly seems that way. My head is weightless as I stare out at the bright sunlight and vibrant green grass. Far across the clearing I can see a blurred mass. I don't know what it is, it is too far from view. But somewhere deep inside me I know that this blurred mass is what I have been running towards this whole time. In slow motion I begin to run out into the clearing when I am tackled from behind. I crash into the trench as a mortar explodes a few feet from where I was about to run. The sun no longer shines, the grass is dead and scorched - behind me, the jungle burns. "Come on soldier, this is what you trained for - draw your sword!" a commanding voice bellows from behind me. Absently I reach to my side and am not surprised to find the hilt of a katana. I draw it and although I have not seen it for years it still gleams and glistens - I can sense it is still sharp. Looking around me I am relieved to be surrounded by the veterans - it offers me some comfort and familiarity in stark contrast to the years of isolation. "CHARGE!" The order comes and without thinking we collectively roar a battle cry before charging out of the safety of our trench into the open field. It only occurs to me at this point that I am charging machine guns and mortars with a katana. Around me the veterans are mowed down. As if in slow motion I watch in horror as they fall and vanish into the quickly engulfing shadows. I keep moving forward. Without warning I find I have suddenly reached the once blurry mass. Now towering over me, I can clearly see it is the Colosseum - lining the edges and pillars are bright, flashing lights and marquee's that I just can't make out. Regardless, I hurry into a nearby entrance as the darkness consumes all not within the safety of the ancient neon arena. The inside isn't much better. It is still dark and gloomy. And now, rather than being trapped in an endless jungle - I am trapped here, a gladiator forced to battle those I am told to battle. I can not for the life of me figure out what drew me back to this place. However, as I am prodded through the gates I am immediately reminded. Ahead of me on the Colosseum floor is the top of a mountain. Clouds hang inexplicably low in the sky around the peak. At the base is a familiar site - the tunnel leading in to it. No hesitation. I make a break for it - now I remember - THIS is what I have been waiting for. All those years, all that regret that I would not ever get another chance to be here. As I sprint I am tripped and wrestled to the ground by a man in a pink business suit. He slams a Canadian flag into my head and kicks me to the ground. He means to stop me getting to the top of the mountain? Not this time. Not now. The fire burning intensely in the pit of my stomach draws me to my feet where I hover a foot above the ground. "You will not stop me." I growl at him. He indicates that he did not hear me. "You will not stop me!" I say it again, louder, more forcefully. Again he can't hear me. "YOU WILL NOT STOP ME!" "YOU WILL NOT STOP ME!" "YOU WILL..." .... ... .. NIGHT: ... NOT STOP ME! Ah hell. Awake again. Looking at the clock I can see that it is 3am - I slept for almost exactly one hour that time... sad to say, that is turning out to be a better night for me lately. Where am I anyway? Groggily I sit up and spin my feet off the bed and fumble around for the bed light switch. As the light clicks on and fills the room I remember where I am after a second... ... Goodfellas Casino. That's right, I've re-signed with the sVo and they kindly put me up here since I sold my house after it shut its doors before. It's a nice place, but for me, that's just not what I need to be able to rest soundly at night. Instinctively I grab my room key and climb the stairs towards the roof of the hotel - at these times I'm even more thankful that sVo managed to wrangle me a penthouse. The roof has quickly become my favorite insomniac hideout. Looking out off the roof the lights of Vegas are still blindingly glaring below. NIGHT: At least I'm not the only one still up. VOICE: With you walking around over my head how could I sleep either? The voice coming from behind me doesn't shock me - my master, trainer and manager Akira Kimura knows me better than anyone. He is and has always been like a father to me. KIMURA: You know, I could almost set the time by your nightly rooftop visits. He chuckles as he says it, but I can hear the concern in his voice. NIGHT: You know me, master. KIMURA: I'd hoped you'd feel better even being back in sVo. You seemed fine that first night. He knows me well enough to know that's wishful thinking. I continue to stare down at the distant lights of the strip. NIGHT: Well, it's better than things were master. At least now I feel there is something I can do about claiming my destiny. I'm no longer chasing a dream which doesn't exist. The sVo is back, and I have another opportunity to win the World Heavyweight Championship - to realize that dream. KIMURA: I know, Akumu. In all my years in wrestling I've never had a student so dedicated and gifted - and so consumed with this title as you are. But think of the last two years. You have done nothing but train and prepare yourself for this moment. He is right, I have done nothing but think of this moment for the last two years. KIMURA: Your opponent, Chris Wrestling, is a renowned technical wrestler. He's a veteran of nine years experience and has won numerous championships. But you, my son, you are a man possessed. You have a goal - a mission to accomplish. You've made your intentions clear to the world and you know you are prepared to back them up. You'll be fine - we both know you are capable of this. I know you can do it this time. He doesn't stand a chance - no one does. He's just saying that to boost my confidence. And hate to say it, but it worked. I manage a weak grin at him. NIGHT: Thank you master. KIMURA: You should try again to get some sleep. You'll wear yourself out if you keep training like you have been and not resting. Somehow after two years I feel that moment will never come. Still, out of respect for my master I bow my head and respond politely. NIGHT: Thank you, master, I'll try to sleep again soon. Even though he knows he will find me out here when he wakes in a few hours he still smiles at me and reassuringly places a hand on my shoulder as he disappears back into the casino. Below me the people of Las Vegas bustle restlessly as myself. All yearning for something, none more than me. |
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