Post by Rated R on Oct 27, 2007 13:32:12 GMT -5
I wake up, my head pounding from the biggest hangover in existence. The cold air has filled the room, finding a way to infiltrate a once sacred environment. The sky is still dark out, although that can be expected as it is only five o’clock in the morning. I try to remember something about last night, other than the fact that I drank a lot of alcohol. I get up, mainly because there is no chance that I will ever get back to sleep with the massive headache that is slowly developing. Anyway, I have somewhere to be in a few hours.
A few hours later…
I am sitting there, across the table from my old friend Robert. It is the same diner that I was in a few days back, but now that the cold has set in on the city it has become a lot busier, as people want to escape from the white that is encircling the city.
Robert: I see you had fun last night.
I can tell that he has a problem with something, but right now I am not in the mood to ask what it is.
Trace: I don’t know, I can’t remember much of it.
Robert: Oh well, it was nothing special.
He is really getting on my nerves this morning; I can hear the contempt in every word he says, although I have no idea why.
Trace: You up for going out again tonight.
Robert: Shouldn’t you be getting ready for you match?
Trace: Why are you so worried about me?
Robert: Because you don’t seem to be.
Trace: Maybe you should worry about yourself and keep out of my business!
I realize too late that my voice was raised, and that I said exactly the wrong thing. I can see the disappointment in Robert’s face, he has helped me out recently, and this is how I repay him, what a great person I am.
Trace: Look, I’m sorry, I really am, but I just wish that people would let me live my own life the way I want to.
Robert: And how is that? You want to go partying all night and wake up with a hangover?
Trace: Why does it matter what I do in my free time?
Robert: Because you are wasting your talent! When you started wrestling you would do anything to get further, you always said that you wanted to get to the top on your own, but you’re never going to do that getting drunk night after night.
I can tell that he is right, and my face shows it, I have become slack.
Trace: Well that is going to end. You watch me My opponent wont know what has hit them, and guess what, if you ever raise your voice to me again, neither will you.
I lean across the table and stare him clean in the eyes. I notice something in them that I haven’t seen in a while, something that I have missed, I see fear. I get up and leave, not saying a word. Something has changed in me, I can feel it, I cant tell if it is the realization that everything Robert said was right, or if I have just figured out that if I want to get anywhere in this business, then I am going to have to ensure that I install fear in my opponents.
It is time for a new era to begin.
The era of the Demon.
A few hours later…
I am sitting there, across the table from my old friend Robert. It is the same diner that I was in a few days back, but now that the cold has set in on the city it has become a lot busier, as people want to escape from the white that is encircling the city.
Robert: I see you had fun last night.
I can tell that he has a problem with something, but right now I am not in the mood to ask what it is.
Trace: I don’t know, I can’t remember much of it.
Robert: Oh well, it was nothing special.
He is really getting on my nerves this morning; I can hear the contempt in every word he says, although I have no idea why.
Trace: You up for going out again tonight.
Robert: Shouldn’t you be getting ready for you match?
Trace: Why are you so worried about me?
Robert: Because you don’t seem to be.
Trace: Maybe you should worry about yourself and keep out of my business!
I realize too late that my voice was raised, and that I said exactly the wrong thing. I can see the disappointment in Robert’s face, he has helped me out recently, and this is how I repay him, what a great person I am.
Trace: Look, I’m sorry, I really am, but I just wish that people would let me live my own life the way I want to.
Robert: And how is that? You want to go partying all night and wake up with a hangover?
Trace: Why does it matter what I do in my free time?
Robert: Because you are wasting your talent! When you started wrestling you would do anything to get further, you always said that you wanted to get to the top on your own, but you’re never going to do that getting drunk night after night.
I can tell that he is right, and my face shows it, I have become slack.
Trace: Well that is going to end. You watch me My opponent wont know what has hit them, and guess what, if you ever raise your voice to me again, neither will you.
I lean across the table and stare him clean in the eyes. I notice something in them that I haven’t seen in a while, something that I have missed, I see fear. I get up and leave, not saying a word. Something has changed in me, I can feel it, I cant tell if it is the realization that everything Robert said was right, or if I have just figured out that if I want to get anywhere in this business, then I am going to have to ensure that I install fear in my opponents.
It is time for a new era to begin.
The era of the Demon.
