Post by Joey on Mar 15, 2018 12:42:15 GMT -5
I had a dream last night.
I lay in my bed sleeping. The only sound was the slow sputtering sound of a fan, I had it in low. I took
off the front frame so as to have unubstructed air flow from the fan. The room was dark cept the faint light
coming off my cell phone as it charged on the night stand.
My dream starts with me in a white room, pristine and clean, within the room there is another room. Encased in
glass is thousands of small cases, they look like old cassette tapes but smaller. There is a mechanical arm,
white and silver. A man walks in, large and tall, gruff, and with a beard, he looks like Kraven the Hunter
from Spiderman cartoons. He stands in front of the glass where the iron arm is, suddenly it moves and it takes a
tape from the many on the wall and suddenly Shadow's voice starts, I realize its just a recording.
His voice says "Axel Kraven. I first met you in 1997, you were the first person I fought in SFW. You were
from Quebec in real life. Yes I remember that, I remember our messages to one another. YOu were a real
life wrestler. And in 1998 you disappeared without a word."
He goes on to say some other things. Axel nods and leaves. After him someone else walks in, this next person
is Fireball. Shadow's voice says "You were left in the desert and moved on to a board room. You may have forgotten
us, but we never forgot you." He goes on to say some more things, as it ends, Fireball smiles and gets up
and walks away.
And I realize what this is, Shadow left a recorded message, not just for a few but for every single person that
was ever in SFW and SFT. My heart sinks, and I wonder what he would say to me when my turn comes. As the door opens
i see a long line of people waiting their turn. I see Firewolf, Lucas Balkan, Aj Nin Red Rum, Lionel Kingston, Big T, Nirvana,
Broken Clown, Apocalypse, Rumpke and Dave Steel, Twilight, Mad Dogg, Reaper, Gary Mac, Gruffy, Connor McDaddy, and every
single person that was ever in SFW and SFT for even one match, and at the very end of the line of thousands
I can make out Redd and Glenn Owen, he saved the closest to him for last.
And this is where I wake up. I desperately try and go back to sleep but its too late. Sleep has left me for
good, and my dream is lost. A deep sadness fills me. And try as I might, I cannot fall back to sleep.
I sit up and stay on the edge of my bed trying to decide what I should do now. I finally stand up and look
at my cellphone it shows 6:38am. I guess its better than 3:38am. I stand up, finding my footing and walk
to the north wall. I flick on the lights and my eyes adjust quickly. I walk to the kitchen and turn on the
TV with the remote. I start watching Big Bang Theory reruns on TBS. And I begin the joyless process of
making breakfast. For a moment I think of eating cereal. But I push that aside quickly. I need something that
will take time, something to get my mind off things. So I decide to make bacon and eggs and toast. This
will take a good half hour. I have time to get my mind in order.
For a moment I think maybe I should worry more about Jamo than breakfast. I mean he is the person I am facing
at Titans. But he is more of an afterthought. I no longer worry or care about world titles. That has never
been my goal to begin with. I am atlas and my job, my duty, is to hold up the world as long as I can.
Jamo still has a ways to go before he becomes the true leader of SFT. He is always reacting to what people say
he needs to take the lead, and make others react to him. He hasnt learned that yet, but in time he might.
And I realize Jamo never got to meet Shadow, Jamo came long after. I think Jamo would of liked him, hell I think
most people liked Shadow, he was the type of person that got everyones respect, he spoke to everyone as he
would like to be spoken to, never talking down to people. And Jamo liking some rough matches might of been
impressed with the knowledge that when Shadow wrestled he always chose scaffold matches, he liked those matches,
and falling was always something he enjoyed. Falling through the Looking glass as it was.
And there is also Cassandra, she never met him either. A while back when Nirvana and Big T were wanting to return
she made it clear she trusted Harold completely, which is strange to hear, Harold i know well, but no one
has ever had much loyalty to him, but its starting to happen, he will never be loved as an owner like Shadow was
but Harold isnt trying to be that. I think if she had met Shadow she would of loved him as most did.
I dont know what else to say. I wish I could go back to sleep but that wont happen. So I will cook, I will eat,
I will watch. And I will try to sleep again and hope to dream that dream of mine.
Fading
I lay in my bed sleeping. The only sound was the slow sputtering sound of a fan, I had it in low. I took
off the front frame so as to have unubstructed air flow from the fan. The room was dark cept the faint light
coming off my cell phone as it charged on the night stand.
My dream starts with me in a white room, pristine and clean, within the room there is another room. Encased in
glass is thousands of small cases, they look like old cassette tapes but smaller. There is a mechanical arm,
white and silver. A man walks in, large and tall, gruff, and with a beard, he looks like Kraven the Hunter
from Spiderman cartoons. He stands in front of the glass where the iron arm is, suddenly it moves and it takes a
tape from the many on the wall and suddenly Shadow's voice starts, I realize its just a recording.
His voice says "Axel Kraven. I first met you in 1997, you were the first person I fought in SFW. You were
from Quebec in real life. Yes I remember that, I remember our messages to one another. YOu were a real
life wrestler. And in 1998 you disappeared without a word."
He goes on to say some other things. Axel nods and leaves. After him someone else walks in, this next person
is Fireball. Shadow's voice says "You were left in the desert and moved on to a board room. You may have forgotten
us, but we never forgot you." He goes on to say some more things, as it ends, Fireball smiles and gets up
and walks away.
And I realize what this is, Shadow left a recorded message, not just for a few but for every single person that
was ever in SFW and SFT. My heart sinks, and I wonder what he would say to me when my turn comes. As the door opens
i see a long line of people waiting their turn. I see Firewolf, Lucas Balkan, Aj Nin Red Rum, Lionel Kingston, Big T, Nirvana,
Broken Clown, Apocalypse, Rumpke and Dave Steel, Twilight, Mad Dogg, Reaper, Gary Mac, Gruffy, Connor McDaddy, and every
single person that was ever in SFW and SFT for even one match, and at the very end of the line of thousands
I can make out Redd and Glenn Owen, he saved the closest to him for last.
And this is where I wake up. I desperately try and go back to sleep but its too late. Sleep has left me for
good, and my dream is lost. A deep sadness fills me. And try as I might, I cannot fall back to sleep.
I sit up and stay on the edge of my bed trying to decide what I should do now. I finally stand up and look
at my cellphone it shows 6:38am. I guess its better than 3:38am. I stand up, finding my footing and walk
to the north wall. I flick on the lights and my eyes adjust quickly. I walk to the kitchen and turn on the
TV with the remote. I start watching Big Bang Theory reruns on TBS. And I begin the joyless process of
making breakfast. For a moment I think of eating cereal. But I push that aside quickly. I need something that
will take time, something to get my mind off things. So I decide to make bacon and eggs and toast. This
will take a good half hour. I have time to get my mind in order.
For a moment I think maybe I should worry more about Jamo than breakfast. I mean he is the person I am facing
at Titans. But he is more of an afterthought. I no longer worry or care about world titles. That has never
been my goal to begin with. I am atlas and my job, my duty, is to hold up the world as long as I can.
Jamo still has a ways to go before he becomes the true leader of SFT. He is always reacting to what people say
he needs to take the lead, and make others react to him. He hasnt learned that yet, but in time he might.
And I realize Jamo never got to meet Shadow, Jamo came long after. I think Jamo would of liked him, hell I think
most people liked Shadow, he was the type of person that got everyones respect, he spoke to everyone as he
would like to be spoken to, never talking down to people. And Jamo liking some rough matches might of been
impressed with the knowledge that when Shadow wrestled he always chose scaffold matches, he liked those matches,
and falling was always something he enjoyed. Falling through the Looking glass as it was.
And there is also Cassandra, she never met him either. A while back when Nirvana and Big T were wanting to return
she made it clear she trusted Harold completely, which is strange to hear, Harold i know well, but no one
has ever had much loyalty to him, but its starting to happen, he will never be loved as an owner like Shadow was
but Harold isnt trying to be that. I think if she had met Shadow she would of loved him as most did.
I dont know what else to say. I wish I could go back to sleep but that wont happen. So I will cook, I will eat,
I will watch. And I will try to sleep again and hope to dream that dream of mine.
Fading
