Post by adm on May 26, 2009 17:49:36 GMT -6
Tonight I look into the abyss. Tonight I look into the darkest corners of reality and see that they are as close as one can be to anything. These darkest corners are the psychotic nemeses known as the brothers of Angel and Nero. These are my opponent and partner...and they are driving me insane. The heat of the spotlight is hotter than the flames of Hell…the roar of the crowd intense. It is Reborn, and I see them coming at me. They throw me over the ropes, I come down hard. My body aches, I tweaked my back. My wife runs to my side, her first time at ringside for me. I stand, I try to get her to turn away, to tell her I’m fine…Burns soars over the ropes with a suicide dive as he takes out my wife and I…I hear her body flop lifelessly to the ground, as my head hits the barricades. All goes black…all goes…
I wake up screaming so loud my lungs burn with the same fire I felt from the dream’s lighting. I could swear I was there…I could swear I saw it. Was this a sign of things to come? If so…I need to prepare…my poor wife, still asleep despite my screaming awake, lying next to me half-naked under these covers. I roll out of bed and look at the clock. It’s not even six in the morning…but I suddenly have the urge to go train. I have to…prevent whatever happened in my dream. I have to prevent her getting hurt, or else I too may become insane like the rest of them. I grab my gym clothes and hop into the shower…it’s a long day…no, a long week of training before I can face my opponents in the ring again this weekend.
An hour and a half later and I’m fueled by a cold shower, a light breakfast and half a pot of coffee down in the lounge. I’m walking to the gym, it’s barely sunrise and the city is still half-asleep. Wisconsin...closest thing to Hell you can find on the planet Earth. Nothing to do, nowhere to go…the only thing to do is drink or fornicate with farm animals like Dirty Deal and maybe Phillip Burns.
“I can’t believe I woke up screaming…I can’t believe I had such a vivid nightmare.”
But nightmares are normal, right? They shouldn’t scare me. I shouldn’t feel like I need to do something to prevent a dream from happening. It’s just a dream…or is it? Something tells me, something deep inside…warns me of the future through this dream. The spotlights were too hot, the pain too real…too real to have actually been a normal nightmare. My heart was still pounding in my chest from it; hours later…something tells me I need to prevent the potential future that it speaks.
“I need to prevent this from happening. I need to make sure Burns has no opportunity to hurt my wife. I have to be prepared, to be at my peak physical condition and ready for everything. I have to be prepared to destroy Angel and Burns with the assistance of Nero. I need to ignore his antics and the insanity he has passed to Angel and further onto Burns…I need to work hard to maintain my own sanity, lest the match fall apart in chaos.”
Why am I talking to myself? I don’t know, usually I don’t, but…I’m just completely thrown off by the nightmare I had about the match. We won, by disqualification…I got decimated by the Burn Notice…I don’t want to repeat that or we’ll win and walk out without the titles. I turn into the gym and soon I am doing bench presses, sit-ups, curls, pull-ups, push-ups and every other exercise known to man. It’s now well after 9am, and I’ve been training since 8:30. My wife, for sure, has woken up and realized I’m not in the hotel. My children possibly want to come ask me to play a game of catch with them at the park, but I am focused on my goal.
“Kristoff, are you here?”
My wife’s familiar voice, I hear her calling to me in the now-full gym. She sees other people from all over the city here, just average Joes that don’t realize they are in the presence of a real-life professional wrestler. They don’t know who I am; most of them don’t even watch nCw. These are the people who are too busy watching NASCAR and drinking beer in Wisconsin to give a **** about wrestling. But I ignore them, and my wife. I am too busy destroying the punching bag I now envision being Phillip Burns. The one who, in my dream, destroyed my wife’s body with a misplaced suicide dive. I will destroy him, I will prevent him from ever hurting her. I will be the good husband; I will protect her at all costs. I begin to assault the bag like there is no tomorrow, and the grunts and screams of anger I give as I punch and kick the bag are more than enough to disrupt the rest of them. My wife notices me.
“Kristoff, how long have you been here? I’ve been so worried; you weren’t in the hotel this morning and…”
She keeps on talking, but I am not listening. I am focused on the object of my assault. The bag looks so much like burns I grab it and try to perform a UFC-style body takedown but instead, I just whirl the bag around, almost hitting my lovely wife in the process. The assault continues as I begin to destroy the bag with my fists, now rubbed raw from attacking it.
“Kristoff, are you even listening to me? Can you hear me?”
No, Kendra, I can’t hear you. I can only hear my inner demons at work, fighting with me to destroy Phillip Burns-punching-bag. I can’t help it; I am compulsively driven to destroy the object. There is a hole in it now, fluff flies out with every punch and kick…I finally stop and turn.
“Must…Stop…Burns…Hurt…You…Sunday…”
“You aren’t making any sense, Kristoff.”
“He…he hurt you…I must hurt him.”
I move to the back of the gym, the part that only few tread…where the wrestling ring is. There’s always some random older trainer for the local talent there to spar with. But today, I don’t want to spar. Today I want to destroy, to maim, to obliterate. I want to destroy something beautiful…I want to destroy Phillip Burns and Angel. I can do it by myself now…now that I have the fuel I need.
“Kristoff, are you ok? I know Angel said some very nasty things to you. But…you shouldn’t take them so hard. He’s just joking, he’s just fooling himself. He thinks he’s the king, when really he should be World Champion if he really was everything he says he is. You are better than him, better than this. Kristoff?”
I am in the ring, all I needed to do was look at the man and he recognized me. We both imagine the bell to ring immediately, and I charge. I take him to the mat, and before he can even react I am punching him from atop him as if I am a man possessed. He gets to his feet, and he throws me to the ground. He retaliates, and now I really see Burns in his place. He goes for the Burn Notice…but I block it and take him to the ground, locking in the Suffocating Cubicle. He taps, but I don’t let up. He can’t escape…he can’t breathe…he will not hurt my wife. He will NOT hurt my wife. My wife climbs in the ring, she pulls me off of him, and she kisses me passionately, bringing me back to Earth, back to the real world. I succumb to her kiss and melt into her. The fire within me for her, my love is enough to drive me to hurt an innocent man because of a nightmare…what would I do if it really happened, I don’t know.
“Kristoff, you are amazing in the ring. But…why did you do that?”
“I…I had a nightmare. You were at my side Sunday, and Burns hit you…he hurt you bad. And…I can’t let him do that. I saw Burns in that man…that punching bag…and I just…I couldn’t help myself.”
“You love me that much where you would destroy him just to protect me?”
“I would do anything for you, Kendra.”
She kisses me again; the fiery passion between us is enough to burn the world around us. I envision in my head her kissing me like this again…on Sunday…after we win the Tag titles. I know we will win, now that I have had the premonition…I will stop at NOTHING to keep it from happening. And if it does…God help them all…
I wake up screaming so loud my lungs burn with the same fire I felt from the dream’s lighting. I could swear I was there…I could swear I saw it. Was this a sign of things to come? If so…I need to prepare…my poor wife, still asleep despite my screaming awake, lying next to me half-naked under these covers. I roll out of bed and look at the clock. It’s not even six in the morning…but I suddenly have the urge to go train. I have to…prevent whatever happened in my dream. I have to prevent her getting hurt, or else I too may become insane like the rest of them. I grab my gym clothes and hop into the shower…it’s a long day…no, a long week of training before I can face my opponents in the ring again this weekend.
An hour and a half later and I’m fueled by a cold shower, a light breakfast and half a pot of coffee down in the lounge. I’m walking to the gym, it’s barely sunrise and the city is still half-asleep. Wisconsin...closest thing to Hell you can find on the planet Earth. Nothing to do, nowhere to go…the only thing to do is drink or fornicate with farm animals like Dirty Deal and maybe Phillip Burns.
“I can’t believe I woke up screaming…I can’t believe I had such a vivid nightmare.”
But nightmares are normal, right? They shouldn’t scare me. I shouldn’t feel like I need to do something to prevent a dream from happening. It’s just a dream…or is it? Something tells me, something deep inside…warns me of the future through this dream. The spotlights were too hot, the pain too real…too real to have actually been a normal nightmare. My heart was still pounding in my chest from it; hours later…something tells me I need to prevent the potential future that it speaks.
“I need to prevent this from happening. I need to make sure Burns has no opportunity to hurt my wife. I have to be prepared, to be at my peak physical condition and ready for everything. I have to be prepared to destroy Angel and Burns with the assistance of Nero. I need to ignore his antics and the insanity he has passed to Angel and further onto Burns…I need to work hard to maintain my own sanity, lest the match fall apart in chaos.”
Why am I talking to myself? I don’t know, usually I don’t, but…I’m just completely thrown off by the nightmare I had about the match. We won, by disqualification…I got decimated by the Burn Notice…I don’t want to repeat that or we’ll win and walk out without the titles. I turn into the gym and soon I am doing bench presses, sit-ups, curls, pull-ups, push-ups and every other exercise known to man. It’s now well after 9am, and I’ve been training since 8:30. My wife, for sure, has woken up and realized I’m not in the hotel. My children possibly want to come ask me to play a game of catch with them at the park, but I am focused on my goal.
“Kristoff, are you here?”
My wife’s familiar voice, I hear her calling to me in the now-full gym. She sees other people from all over the city here, just average Joes that don’t realize they are in the presence of a real-life professional wrestler. They don’t know who I am; most of them don’t even watch nCw. These are the people who are too busy watching NASCAR and drinking beer in Wisconsin to give a **** about wrestling. But I ignore them, and my wife. I am too busy destroying the punching bag I now envision being Phillip Burns. The one who, in my dream, destroyed my wife’s body with a misplaced suicide dive. I will destroy him, I will prevent him from ever hurting her. I will be the good husband; I will protect her at all costs. I begin to assault the bag like there is no tomorrow, and the grunts and screams of anger I give as I punch and kick the bag are more than enough to disrupt the rest of them. My wife notices me.
“Kristoff, how long have you been here? I’ve been so worried; you weren’t in the hotel this morning and…”
She keeps on talking, but I am not listening. I am focused on the object of my assault. The bag looks so much like burns I grab it and try to perform a UFC-style body takedown but instead, I just whirl the bag around, almost hitting my lovely wife in the process. The assault continues as I begin to destroy the bag with my fists, now rubbed raw from attacking it.
“Kristoff, are you even listening to me? Can you hear me?”
No, Kendra, I can’t hear you. I can only hear my inner demons at work, fighting with me to destroy Phillip Burns-punching-bag. I can’t help it; I am compulsively driven to destroy the object. There is a hole in it now, fluff flies out with every punch and kick…I finally stop and turn.
“Must…Stop…Burns…Hurt…You…Sunday…”
“You aren’t making any sense, Kristoff.”
“He…he hurt you…I must hurt him.”
I move to the back of the gym, the part that only few tread…where the wrestling ring is. There’s always some random older trainer for the local talent there to spar with. But today, I don’t want to spar. Today I want to destroy, to maim, to obliterate. I want to destroy something beautiful…I want to destroy Phillip Burns and Angel. I can do it by myself now…now that I have the fuel I need.
“Kristoff, are you ok? I know Angel said some very nasty things to you. But…you shouldn’t take them so hard. He’s just joking, he’s just fooling himself. He thinks he’s the king, when really he should be World Champion if he really was everything he says he is. You are better than him, better than this. Kristoff?”
I am in the ring, all I needed to do was look at the man and he recognized me. We both imagine the bell to ring immediately, and I charge. I take him to the mat, and before he can even react I am punching him from atop him as if I am a man possessed. He gets to his feet, and he throws me to the ground. He retaliates, and now I really see Burns in his place. He goes for the Burn Notice…but I block it and take him to the ground, locking in the Suffocating Cubicle. He taps, but I don’t let up. He can’t escape…he can’t breathe…he will not hurt my wife. He will NOT hurt my wife. My wife climbs in the ring, she pulls me off of him, and she kisses me passionately, bringing me back to Earth, back to the real world. I succumb to her kiss and melt into her. The fire within me for her, my love is enough to drive me to hurt an innocent man because of a nightmare…what would I do if it really happened, I don’t know.
“Kristoff, you are amazing in the ring. But…why did you do that?”
“I…I had a nightmare. You were at my side Sunday, and Burns hit you…he hurt you bad. And…I can’t let him do that. I saw Burns in that man…that punching bag…and I just…I couldn’t help myself.”
“You love me that much where you would destroy him just to protect me?”
“I would do anything for you, Kendra.”
She kisses me again; the fiery passion between us is enough to burn the world around us. I envision in my head her kissing me like this again…on Sunday…after we win the Tag titles. I know we will win, now that I have had the premonition…I will stop at NOTHING to keep it from happening. And if it does…God help them all…