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Rey Rosario RP
Topic Started: Jan 11 2011, 09:40 PM (51 Views)
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It was 2:03 AM and he could not sleep. Thoughts of the phrase "It's all going to hell" kept running through his head, raising question after question, which only made him think about it even more. And the more he thought about it, the more thoughts of facing Nero began creeping into his mind as well, and with those thoughts, came even more questions. Would he be ready for this match? How well would he fare against someone like Nero? So many times, people had said that he was out of his league. So many times, people had counted him out, and he had proven them wrong. Would that be the case this time as well? Or would this be the time, that all of those people were right? Would this upcoming Showdown be the night where he hits that infamous glass ceiling, only to find that he is unable to break through it?

When he had first joined the company, people were just waiting for him to give up and leave and he knew it. He knew that people expected him to fail, and he did not disappoint. Nobody thought he would make it in Sanctioned Violence Organization, much less go on to become International Champion. But he did it. So many times, he had done things that nobody expected him to be able to do, and he had enjoyed doing it. He loved proving them wrong, but something was different this time. In the past, when people had doubted him, he had never doubted himself. He had always believed that he could do it. But this time, even HE was having doubts.

He had finally given up on trying falling asleep. He had gotten out of his bed and walked to what would pass for his living room. No lights where on in the apartment, but the light from a street light was coming through one of the windows, lighting the room enough for him to see in the dark. He picked up the laptop he had bought earlier that same day, and made his way to sitting place in the apartment, not counting the floor, the two chairs in the middle of the room. He sat in one of the chairs, and put his feet up in the other. He placed the laptop in his lap and powered it up. He felt like his head was about to explode, so many thoughts were running through his head. He had to get them out, he had to deal with them...and lacking any better alternatives, he began typing away on the laptop....

We have nothing to fear but fear itself...So stated Franklin D. Roosevelt on March 4th, 1933....he lied. Fear is not your greatest enemy, doubt is. Doubt in yourself, doubt in your abilities...you can have fears, but still have faith in yourself that you, despite your fears, can get the job done. But if you turn it around, if you doubt yourself...you start fearing everything. Fear and doubt are linked together, they go hand in hand, if you have one, you also have the other, or you soon will have. But if you have no doubt, you have no fear.....I have doubts...does that mean I have fears about facing Nero? Does it mean that I am...afraid...to face him?

They say that we are all afraid of something, that it is natural to have fears. Why do I have doubts though? This past months or so, things have been going my way more so than at any other time in my career, why am I suddenly feeling this way? I do not fear Nero, yet I do not know if I can beat him...I have doubts. And if doubt and fear are linked together, then I have fear, because the doubt is definitely there.

It is a hell of a thing, doubting yourself. Especially when you do not understand why. I went through hell with Beautiful Shame, and even more so in the One Shot Match. Both matches were potentially career ending matches, hell they could have been life ending matches, yet I went into both matches, never doubting myself, never doubting that I had the ability to win those matches. And yet now, in a straight up one on one wrestling match against Nero, I find that I am doubting myself, questioning myself.

As hard as I try, I cannot seem to make sense of what I am feeling. Have I simply allowed the doubters to cloud my mind? Have I allowed their low opinions of me, to enter my mind and alter the way I look at myself? Their words, their thoughts, their opinions...is that what is poisoning my mind now? Running in my veins, slowly spreading throughout my body, before finally making their final approach towards my mind? Is it their doubts that have finally penetrated my walls? Has popular opinion finally breached the last bastion of my defenses? And if so...will their beliefs eventually become my own? Am I to become like them? Will their poison steal from me my individuality? Or do I still have it in me to fight back? Is there still time for me to change my fate? Perhaps that is what my match with Nero is all about...

I still maintain that I am not afraid of Nero.

I am not afraid....

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As he had written the last line, he closed his eyes, just to rest them for a moment. He then reopened his eyes and looked at the laptop screen, to continue writing. What he read on the screen however, sent chills down his spine...

It's all going to hell...it's all going to hell....it's all going to hell...it's all going to hell...

It's all going to hell...it's all going to hell....it's all going to hell...it's all going to hell...

It's all going to hell...it's all going to hell....it's all going to hell...it's all going to hell...

It's all going to hell...it's all going to hell....it's all going to hell...it's all going to hell...

It just kept repeating, again and again, the same phrase written on the entire page....What did it mean?

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He woke up abruptly, and he was dazed and confused. He was still sitting in his chair with his laptop, had he fallen asleep? Was it just a dream? He looked at the laptop screen, and breathed a sigh of relief, as he saw nothing but what he himself had written earlier. What was going to hell? And why did that phrase keep showing up everywhere? Was it related to his upcoming match against Nero? Did it have something to do with the way he was feeling? Or was he simply imagining the whole thing? He could not know for sure, but it was creeping him right the hell out....

The following day....

He was tired. He had not gotten more than a couple of hours of sleep, and he had not slept all that much in the past couple of days either. It had been a while since he had been out and about before noon, but today he had done just that. It seemed that being outside helped dull the thoughts and voices in his head, and he desperately needed a break from all of that. It was a warm day, the sun was shining and the sky was practically cloudless. As he had not gotten around to changing his clothes yet, he was still dressed in black jeans, a white sleeveless shirt and a black, unbuttoned shirt. And despite the fact that it was a hot day, he was wearing his black leather jacket as well. That is the downside to not being outside during the daytime for a while; you forget how hot it gets in direct sunlight. He eventually came across a small bench that was shaded by a big, tall building behind it an office building by the looks of it. He sat down, enjoying the coolness of the shade, as he buried his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes, when he suddenly felt someone else sitting down on the bench. He slowly raised his head up and looked, out of the corner of his eye, to his left, where he saw a teenage girl. He did not recognize her at first, but she seemed somehow familiar. He noticed she was crying though. He shook it off and looked away, but after a few seconds, he turned his head back to look at her again, he was certain he had seen her before somewhere.

Rey:" You seem familiar...why?"

He asked, as the girl turned her head.

Girl:" What? Oh it's you."

That's it, he thought. He had seen her before; it was the girl he had found in his apartment with a boy a couple of weeks ago.

Rey:" You...small world."

He said, dryly.

Girl:" Crappy world."

She replied, angrily.

Rey:" Why's that?"

Girl:" He left me...after you caught us, we had nowhere else to...you know. That's all he wanted, the sex...and when he couldn't get that, he just left."

Rey laughed.

Girl:" It's not funny!"

Rey:" Taught through feeling kid...that's the way of the world."

Girl:" The world sucks."

Rey:" Actually, the world is fine in and of itself...it's the people living in it that sucks."

He said, as the girl sobbed.

Rey:" You know...I don't know you, I don't want to know you, and I don't give a damn about your problems. But I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Sitting here, crying your little heart out, it's not going to do you any damn good. He is probably humping someone else as we speak, and you're sitting here crying over him. The fact is, life is going to screw you over. It will happen again and again, there is nothing you can do about that. But what you can change, is how you deal with it."

He paused, as he turned towards the girl.

Rey:" Don't get sad, get mad. Get downright pissed! He screwed you over. He used you and then he threw you away, are you just going to sit there and cry about it? Or are you going to learn your lesson from this, and the next time someone tries to screw you over, you take the son-of-a-bitch out."

He said, before rising to his feet.

Rey:" The only one you can count on in this world, the only one you can trust, is yourself. You count on anybody else for anything, and you expose your own weakness. If I can see it, others can too...and you can be damn sure somebody will be looking to take advantage."

He said, before turning around and walking away...

Later that day....

He had spent the majority of the flight to Las Vegas just staring at the screen on his laptop, reading the words he had written over and over again, trying to make sense of it all, looking for some secret message, or hidden meaning within the words. Maybe his mind was trying to tell him something, something that he, for whatever reason, was unable to access himself. He could not find anything though, despite his efforts. The words he had written down, the thoughts that he had pulled from his own mind...their true and full meaning were still unknown to him. After arriving in Las Vegas, he headed straight for the Goodfellas Casino Arena.

The scene opens up, as Rey Rosario is seen laying on his back in the middle of the ring, with a cameraman slowly walking around him in a circle. Without looking towards the camera, Rey starts speaking...

Rey:" So here we are then...in just a few short days, this ring will once again be host to Sunday Night Showdown. Once again, the SVO roster will gather together in this very building, with one thing on their mind; To fight. You see, this ring...this squared circle, is much more than just a ring...it's a battlefield. Wars are fought, won and lost here. The reasons for the battles may differ; some of the battles are for pride, some for gold...others still for hate and/or revenge. So the question becomes; What shall we fight for Sunday, Nero?"

He asked, as he jumped to his feet and looked into the camera.

Rey:" We won't be fighting for gold. Hate maybe? Nah...we don't hate each other yet. It's not revenge either, so I guess that means we will be fighting for pride...bragging rights. The thing is, I don't give a damn about pride, and I honestly don't think you would take too much pride in defeating me, so pride doesn't quite cut it either. So what it is then? Maybe we will simply be fighting to survive...I know you are probably looking forward to facing a champion at Destiny, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to have that match taken away from you. And I have to get back in track to get a World Title shot down the line, a matter that I cannot, and will not, allow myself to go into in a weakened state. So I guess that's going to be it then, fight to survive...fight to make sure we make it to Destiny. Fight to make sure that, when our true wars begin, we will be ready for them.

In the grand scheme of things, this match may not seem like much. Your mind is squarely on starting off strong, and mine is on gold and, more importantly, the SVO title."

He said, as he started pacing around in the ring, looking out at the empty seats surrounding the ring.

Rey:" Sunday, all of these seats, and this entire building, will be full of people, who will be expecting to see Nero destroy Rey Rosario. It's a given for them, as it is for most people. A set in stone fact, despite the fact that the match hasn't happened yet. But what if it never happens? I mean, you're distracted Nero. You have too much on your mind, maybe...just maybe, you will take this match for granted. It wouldn't be the first time someone did that, and even if I beat you here Sunday, it probably won't be the last time someone takes a match against me for granted."

He said, as he looked back at the camera.

Rey:" But I don't care about that. I don't care about what some feeble minded morons think about me. What I do care about though, are these thoughts that are creeping around in my mind. You see Nero, for some reason, I'm having doubts about my match against you, doubts about whether I'm up to it or not. I don't know why, and I sure as hell don't like it, but I do. Maybe it IS the disease of public opinion that has invaded my veins, causing me to doubt myself, I don't know. But what I do know is how to get rid of all of those thoughts, all of those doubts...and that is by defeating you, right here Sunday, inside this very ring. But maybe I could even take it a step further."

He said, before pausing shortly.

Rey:" You see Nero, they say that the only way to master your fears, is to face them head on. I would think the same thing goes for doubts, so my thinking is, that what if I, instead of "just" defeating you, I take it beyond that, what if I, during our match, make YOU doubt yourself instead? What if I make Nero doubt if he is up to the challenge that is Rey Rosario? If I do that, not only will I have faced and mastered my doubts, but I will have transformed MY doubts into YOUR doubts. In other words; I will have turned weakness into strength, and used that strength to instill weakness in my enemy."

An eerie smile appeared on his face.

Rey:" Think about it Nero, if you beat me here Sunday, nobody will take notice, because it is what is expected. But if I beat you, what's that going to do to your hype here in Sanctioned Violence Organization? Or again, if I were to take it one step further, if I were to go beyond just defeating you, what if I were to end the career of Nero inside this very ring Sunday? Certainly, ending Nero’s career would make me stand out, and it would bring me one step closer towards becoming that which I am destined to become, not just a World Champion, but THE World Champion!

Did you even think about that, Nero? Did it ever occur to you, that Sunday might be your very first and last night on SVO? I'm sure it didn't, but just because we don't think it...it doesn't mean it can't be."

He said, before turning around and leaving the ring, as the scene slowly fades to black.
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