| I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 29 [Resurrection RP 1] | |
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| Night | Apr 2 2010, 03:18 AM Post #1 |
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Frozen we stand. Face to face. Several yards physically separate us, that does little to alleviate any tension from the stand-off. Myself and the dark clothed man in the fedora. I can hardly remember how long we have been here. It feels like an eternity. Adding to the torture is the gleaming gold of the sVo World Championship floating nearby, atop the mountain peak which we are both within mere feet of reaching; taunting us. I have been here before, only to fail and fall crashing to Earth in a cruel drop of reality. Not this time. I promise myself that. I feel my hands clench to fists. They are blurred but I am sure they are turning white from the pressure... ... I'm dreaming. The moment approaches now - I can feel it. Before me sprawls the most beautiful, lush meadow I have ever laid eyes on... ... what? I desperately whip my head around searching for any sign of the mountain peak or the prize hovering above it. Nothing. It is as if it never existed - but I know what I saw. Cautiously I set out, every slight movement setting me off with something between a nervous twitch and flat out jumping out of my boots. I realize how ridiculous this is. It is so peaceful here. So serene. In any other circumstance I'd be more than happy to lie down and stay a while... to enjoy the scenery. But now? No. I can't. The image burns through my eyes and deep into my mind. I am consumed. But I have no choice, the mountain is nowhere in sight. I begin to walk. Desperate to once again regain sight of the goal, the endless sea of green in front of me starts to seem more of a curse than a blessing. Each blossoming bloom leers at me. The trees in the horizon dance in the breeze, I can hear their callous taunting from here - no matter how long I walk, I can't seem to make any headway on them. Finally in the distance, I can see something. In front of the trees - a village... of sorts. At least what appears to be some sort of marketplace. I can not understand exactly how I didn't catch sight of this place earlier, having seen the forest on the far side of it. Details. They just don't seem important right now. With some effort, I manage to make my steps actually gain some headway and I somewhat triumphantly stroll into the market. My steps become easier as I walk the cobbled ground. Merchants and vendors hawk their various products. This all looks so familiar. I am almost certain I have been here before. And then I see him. At the far side of the marketplace. The captain of the guard! A sight for sore eyes. As I stare at him, dumbfounded and trying to decide if it is actually him or not he looks at me. The armor crafted of the night sky - the blurred mass of a face... it is him. He looks at me with what I am certain is a grin - although I can not see his facial features. He acknowledges me only with a quick nod before looking into the distance behind him. As I follow his gaze I am there, another clearing. This one looks far more familiar - I see the ruins of a once great bamboo keep. Long since abandoned and partially destroyed from what I assume are many battles - it takes me a moment to recognize it as my own. Of course! Nearby I catch sight of another, slightly smaller ruin... another of my own - I don't remember building them so close together. I only vaguely remember building them at all. Another distraction... To my right I spot the only surviving building - a traditional Japanese house still stands perfectly in tact, in fact, it appears to still be inhabited although the current resident or residents are nowhere to be seen. I approach quickly, driven by relief to finally have familiar surroundings. Stepping inside I quickly slip my shoes off - out of instinct - and place them next to the door. Ahead of me is the staircase. I look above me and realize there is no ceiling, I am looking straight up at the now night sky. Still, I can not see the end of the stairs and I know I must climb them, so I do. Finding myself now on a grand balcony somehow overlooking the marketplace I am caught off guard. This wasn't here last time. I waste little time enjoying the scenery though - I see a rope ladder hanging mysteriously from the sky and I know that it leads to wherever I am going. Climbing quickly and with some unknown purpose I drag myself into the attic. Just as I last saw it - except on the wall now hang three banners, the sVo Hardcore Championship hangs under one, the sVo International Championship under another, the last banner has nothing. Gently, I place a hand on the empty banner. From out of nowhere a pair of legs wrap around my head and whip me forward, sending me over and driving me head-first into the mat. A blur pins me... my mind screams but my body does not respond and an unseen hand slaps the mat three times. Each slap echoes loudly, filling my entire existence. The third causes the mat to drop away to nothing and once again I find myself falling in the abyss, the gleaming gold suddenly visible to me once more now is ripped away as I fall. No end in sight. I fall. And crash back onto the landing at the base of the peak of the mountain. The man in the fedora is still there. I look to my right, the gold is still there... it's not too late! I burst out running and simultaneously he does too. We are evenly matched and reach the stairs painstakingly concealed and hand carved into the peak, jostling to get ahead of the other. We both struggle desperately, eyes on the prize... ...... ... . So close! Ugh. This has happened enough that I know exactly where I am and what's going on. Goodfellas Casino - my suite, very generously provided by the mysterious 'Company' apparently. Thanks, I guess. What time is it? 5:08 am I could jump for joy! That qualifies as a full night! Still an hour before my alarm today but I couldn't care less. I'm going for a jog, it's going to be a good day... and a big week. -------------------------------- "March 31st, 2010 - Conference Room B, Goodfellas Casino, Las Vegas" Another press conference. Media and public appearances and radio spots - they were all a given part of the process. As much a part of the proceedings than the actual match itself. Master Kimura seated beside me, remarkably calm for once. It's all an act though, I can read it in his body language, just subtly, but it's there. Tamara Boyd hosts the proceedings - rather fitting as she had hosted the last two of these I had sat as a contender for the sVo World Heavyweight Championship. TAMARA BOYD: Ladies and gentlemen of the press, it's been a great Q&A session so far - as with all other participants, please keep your questions clear and focused on the upcoming pay-per-view event 'Resurrection'. You tell 'em, Tamara. Can't give the press an inch sometimes. TAMARA BOYD: Right now is one of the two men who will fight on Sunday for the right to wear the vacated sVo World Championship. He is a finalist in the Alex Ross Memorial Tournament. Ladies and gentlemen, Night. The clamoring begins instantly - all have questions and demand to be heard first. Like sharks at a feeding frenzy. I understand, somewhat. Time is limited at these events - each wrestler is given on a small window to answer questions, not everyone is heard. And, I realize I don't exactly have the best track record of staying for the entire duration of my own such conferences. I indicate to an attractive brunette woman in the third row. REPORTER 1: Night, firstly, congratulations on making it this far. NIGHT: Thank you. REPORTER 1: The contract signing for the main event at Resurrection last week was possibly the most peaceful in the history of professional wrestling. They all chuckle and some snort in laughter they think it's that funny. I smile and nod, Master Kimura is unmoved. REPORTER 1: My question is, how do you feel that will affect things, with this being a no-disqualification match with such high stakes? Affect it? NIGHT: I'm sorry, I don't understand. REPORTER 1: Well it was more of a love-in than a contract signing. Where was the animosity? The passion for victory? More laughter. Journalists, they just don't get it. NIGHT: We're professional wrestlers. This is what we do. Tobias and I have no personal history... there is no animosity. We fight because that's what we do. Try to remember, we're meeting under unusual circumstances for a world title match - the end of a tournament. Before we arrived here we didn't know each other but we have a mutual respect, based on similar backgrounds and ring work - so there was no need for anything to escalate at Showdown. A quick sip of water as I gather my thoughts. NIGHT: As you all know I have been after this title for a very long time now with two years hanging in limbo, waiting to be here and it still feels like a beautiful dream, pardon the expression, to be back. To expect me to put anything short of everything I have into this match would be a terrible bet, if they're taking odds on that... I expect Tobias will be the same. Given the nature of a no-disqualification match and throwing in two men who will stop at nothing to win, I would say that you don't have anything to worry about - respect won't stand in the way on either side, the 'love-in' as you call it ends between bell rings. It takes a moment for them to register that I'm done. Almost as one they begin trying to get my attention. Absently I point to an elderly man in the front row. REPORTER 2: How do you intend to prepare for Mr Devereux? Any special areas of training you've been undertaking? NIGHT: I can't really say too much about this. There are a few things that we're working on specifically for the upcoming match. I can say though it is hard with someone as unpredictable in the ring as he is to go in with a concrete game-plan... a concrete game plan can be suicide at times. But I hope to fight fire with fire in this case and 'do what I do'. I glance at Master Kimura, remembering his words to me weeks ago. He returns the look nervously and in that moment I know I may have given too much of an opening. The reporters are rabid this time round. I look for the most harmless looking one. That timid looking guy in the back. He'll do. The others stare daggers at him and I can see him salivate. REPORTER 3: This question is for Mister Kimura... Here we go. Master Kimura sweats next to me as he exudes his false smile. I catch Tamara's attention and give her an alarm-bell type look, she's right on the walkie-talkie. Hold on, Master. REPORTER 3: ... Mister Kimura... since you've returned I think we've all noticed a bit of a change in your demeanor. You've received mysterious messages, threats, demands. Who exactly have you been taking orders from? Is it 'The Company'? What do they want from you and why are you so terrified of them? KIMURA: I... I-uh... He stammers. I am blank and can think of no way to brush off the question quietly. Quick as a hawk, Tamara has leapt to my side and, barging me out of the way, grabs my microphone. TAMARA BOYD: I'm sorry, sir, but I must ask you to direct questions to Mr Night only and keep them focused on the upcoming event. Either I read him wrong as far as being a timid individual or he is strengthened by his opportunity. His big scoop, his chance to dig some deep, dark answers from my mentor. Answers that I too would dearly love. But out of respect for him, I remain silent. I trust him, he has never lead me wrong. Still, the once timid mouse, now turned ruthless killer thinks quickly on his feet. REPORTER 3: Ok then, NIGHT... how do you feel about being manipulated for the cause of some unknown larger entity via your so-called 'mentor'? Are you aware that he was approached asking you to take a div- He is cut off as Scotty Love bursts into the room and grabs the now terrified man. Tamara drops the microphone back in front of me before darting around the table attempting to quell some of the chaos being incited by the shock removal of the overzealous reporter. SCOTTY LOVE: That's enough out of you, you were warned. As the kicking and screaming man is dragged from the room I can not help but be curious. I cup my hand over the microphone and turn to my mentor. NIGHT: What was he saying then? Right before he was cut off. KIMURA: Nothing, my son. NIGHT: They want me to lose now? KIMURA: Someone does. NIGHT: You know I can't do that... KIMURA: I know, so it's not a problem. NIGHT: What happens if I win? KIMURA: I hope we find out! I can't help but laugh. They expect me to lie down and die now? To throw away the moment that I've spent the last two years of my life working towards... ... they don't know me at all. Meanwhile, Tamara seems to have regained some control of the room. Eager to get this over with I point to a woman in the second row. REPORTER 4: Night, you've been talking since you got back about your obsession and mission to win the World Championship. How much could this title POSSIBLY mean to you having been away from the federation for so long? Why did you stay away from the ring for the last two years? How much could this title POSSIBLY mean to me? The question rings in my ears, echoing into oblivion. I can't help but think. Without warning a flood of memories crash over me... ... to be continued... |
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