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| Jay Wildman | Mar 15 2011, 03:02 AM Post #1 |
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In a retirement home
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"So, this is what loneliness feels like." I let out a breathy sigh as I looked at the sVo World title resting in front of me, swearing up and down the shine and glitter on the faceplate seemed to be a little lacking. Maybe it wasn't the title, maybe it was me placing the lackluster feeling on the object itself. Everything seemed to be a little darker, from the single light hanging over my head to the dying daylight outside of my window. "You know, you wouldn't have lost if you stayed with us." I heard the voice say behind me. I didn't need to look to see what told me this. The Grimnir mask rested on the white foam mannequin's head, a dusty layer resting over it like a blanket. I hadn't paid attention to it for a few days now and it seemed to have something to tell me, as with everything else in my house it seemed to want to give an opinion I didn't need or ask for. "You should just accept our help, come back to your senses and move on from this point forward. You were cocky; you fell into another trap you usually lay out for yourself. You tend to coast on your strength, hoping you can gloss over your weaknesses with a few key wins here and there. Sure, it's great you can pick up a win against people like Brooks or even distract more people with tricks against Amos but when it comes down to it, after you have what you want, you can't seem to hold onto it for very long." "I didn't ask for this trip down memory lane, I just want to sulk." I replied. "There you go again. You're hiding from what you need to be, you're hiding from what you can be. It scared you, didn't it?" "I have no idea what you're talking about..." "Having the mask on, keeping the edge on your skills, earned the right to call yourself champion because you put your heart and soul into it. You bled for the title, you sweat for the title and you even wept like a little baby after you won the title." "Are you done yet?" If the mask could laugh on its own, I swore I could hear it do so with a bitter and derisive tone. No, it wasn't the mask laughing, I already knew it from the first time it spoke. No, the figure haunting me for the last few years seemed to make his way back into my psyche, one which would have destroyed me all together if I hadn't found the strength to focus. This figure was Death. "Now why do you think I'd be done with you, Old man? Don't think because you won this title one day means I get to let you go. No, I need to be around more. I have to be, you need me." I sighed again, my finger running over the nameplate etched with my name. It almost seemed surreal, as if I were dreaming the title had my name on it and Death were my old wrestling partner and friend, standing behind me in a bar as I drank my cares away once more. I could even taste the bitter bite as another shot trickled down my throat. I could hear the conversation all around me, the topics varying from table to table. I could smell the musky scent as men walked in, ready to catch another female for a night's romp. Maybe... Just maybe... "No, you can't fill my head with lies! I won't let you!" I bellowed. My hands shot out and grabbed the title which started to fade in front of me. I heard Death laughing behind me and I couldn't tell if I were at the bar knocking over someone else's drink or if I had actually grabbed my title and started cradling it to my chest. Things started to blur and my stomach lurched as if I drank one too many shots. I could feel the tingling in my head as my body fell forward. I swore I would hit the metal bar with my head. The world faded in and out as I felt hands shaking me. I could hear a few voices asking if I am all right. It didn't matter to me, I had my title. At least I thought I did. I fell to the hardwood floor in my house, my body twitching as I mumbled something about having Death take me home. I could feel Zyrah's hands on my body, shaking me and pleading with me to get up. Her nails dug into my skin as she hoped to get me to focus on something besides the delusion I seemed to be trapped in. "For fuck's sake, get up! You can't do this to me, damn it! You were on your meds and doing fine, why did you stop taking them?!" She screamed. "Meh, I'm fine. I'm ok, just stop screaming and digging your nails into my skin. I'm bleeding enough as it is without you scarring me for life." I rebutted. "Damn it, you can't wrestle in this condition. I need to call sVo and tell them the match is off, you're just going to rest and recoup before Vendetta." Zyrah stood up and started fishing for her cell phone inside her pockets, hoping to find it before I could stop her. All I could feel is the cold hardwood biting my skin which seemed cooler since my other arm burned from the nail marks left in my skin. I sighed and in one swift move grabbed Zyrah by the ankle and squeezed hard until she yelped and dropped the phone to the ground. She scowled at me, lifted her free foot up and placed it against my head, the point from her heel digging into my temple a little. "Let the fuck go." I thought about pulling hard enough to make her slam to the floor, the old and bitter Grimnir bubbling back to the surface without so much as a care in the world. She could bury the heel through my temple, end my life and I didn't think I would care at this moment. However, I seemed to have a little more value on my life than a nasty death wish so I let go over her leg with a slight huff in my tone. Zyrah bent down and snatched her phone away before I could even think on taking it from her, though I was more content with enjoying the simple pleasure and pain on the floor. "Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't call headquarters and tell them you're not going to wrestle at Showdown." "Easy, you aren't Dixie Carter. sVo needs me to be there, this is why you're going to put down the phone and find me my medication." I could feel Zyrah continue to glare at me as if she could see through me into the floor itself. She always hated when I had a point to make, no matter the condition I seemed to find myself in. I rolled over to my back and sat up, the gray hair dangling like a mask over my brow as it obscured my vision. With a deep breath I blew a few strands away from my face and looked at the title I cherished, wondering if this would be the last time I get to see it again in my home. "You know; Chris Wrestling, Crippler and Amos wouldn't have these problems to deal with. Sure, Amos is bat shit crazy. He's crazier than I am; which is saying a lot. He thinks he needs to be me to win the title, I think I need to be myself to keep it. We're on a collision course and this damned match doesn't help out any. We can interfere in each other's matches but we can't make a pin against each other. Then you throw in Wrestling and Crippler having their own issues as a team and we have ourselves a nice little drama filled match. "I'd love to have the peace of mind which tells me anyone with a Grimnir mask won't come out and make my life a living hell either. The fact Matt Anderson has his eyes set on making my life interesting like he made all the champions before my reign. Add a dash of Corporation goons to the mix with JVD wanting to get his hands on me ever since he won the Las Vegas title and we have ourselves one great powder keg before the most critical pay per view I've ever took part in. All this while I get to keep my grasp on sanity..." "I'm going to go get your pills, just stop talking to yourself. You don't need to sell me on how much you need them, trust me." Zyrah said. I sighed once more like a forlorn teenager unable to see his lady love one last time before moving. I cradled the title to my chest and fell fast asleep, my world spinning and crashing all around me. Eventually we would have to part but tonight, we're still a couple. |
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