Post by Nirvana on Oct 15, 2018 21:48:42 GMT -5
I hear nothing. I feel nothing. The last moment I remember is a massive steel chair being used against me. Something inside of me broke. Something inside of me twisted, fell apart, and I fell with it. I feel nothing.
But I can see. In my mindseye I see the void, the darkness. I see the world I created, a dark world. My escape, my personal slice of hell. Twisted mountains stretch out before me, a red sky passes overhead. Dark clouds and fog. I see it all.
My personal hell. The place I go when my mind and body break down. How many times have we seen each other? This void, linked to me in ways normal men and women would never understand. Yes, this is my true homeland. The Void. The darkness. The end of all things.
My senses slowly return to me. I hear the sounds of a hospital room. I hear people shuffling. I think… I think I hear fighting outside of the prison of my mind.
What’s happening outside? Noises, sounds. I hear drops of blood hitting the ground. Every passing second the noises get closer and closer. Am I going to die? Will this, a hospital bed in Houston, be my final resting place?
No. Someone is fighting for me? Someone is struggling to protect me. But who? Who would put their life on the line for a man most of the world hates. Who would struggle and fight for a man that was cast out like garbage from the mainstream?
The sounds of fighting becomes words in my dream. I see their punches as vibrate cartoon lettering. It’s like watching an old episode of the Adam West Batman show. It’s amusing but it doesn’t do much to get rid of the pressing fear that I may be experiencing my last moments on this earth.
I don’t know what’s happening outside of my void but I know who put me here. Reyes. He lost his damn mind. He snapped. He used something meant to be used upon him… On me. With no thought given to my safety, that madman put me in this hospital bed.
Revenge. If I survive this night, I’m going to get my revenge. No matter how long it takes to build myself back up, no matter how long it takes to get the match booked. I will come for Reyes. Recovery for me has always been quick. Before long I will rise once more as the monster, the Midnight King of SFT.
I will rise and Reyes will fall. This I guarantee you.
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A hour later and Mya is seen looking through the window, yes her world has changed as she hears Jamal talking in her ear but she doesn’t care. She would do it again to save Nirvana from this hell. Off to the side, Nirvana’s son Junior stands there.
Mya: Any news?
Junior: He’s awake. No visitors yet. Doctors say he’ll be clear to wrestle by the end of the week. He’ll be cleared, sure… But I’m not sure he SHOULD wrestle. You know, people get cleared from a lot of injuries, but that doesn’t mean it’s always the right thing to do.
Mya: Does he know what happened outside earlier?
Junior: Apparently he heard the entire thing, but he wasn’t awake.
Mya opens her eyes, to show they are red as she glances at Junior.
Mya: Make sure you tell him. For now, he is the only person alive caring for Sterling.
Junior: They got you….
Mya nods and begins walking down the hospital hall. Within the hospital room Nirvana is barely waking, his void shattered. He doesn’t even know that Tuesday he will be facing off with….
Reyes.
But I can see. In my mindseye I see the void, the darkness. I see the world I created, a dark world. My escape, my personal slice of hell. Twisted mountains stretch out before me, a red sky passes overhead. Dark clouds and fog. I see it all.
My personal hell. The place I go when my mind and body break down. How many times have we seen each other? This void, linked to me in ways normal men and women would never understand. Yes, this is my true homeland. The Void. The darkness. The end of all things.
My senses slowly return to me. I hear the sounds of a hospital room. I hear people shuffling. I think… I think I hear fighting outside of the prison of my mind.
What’s happening outside? Noises, sounds. I hear drops of blood hitting the ground. Every passing second the noises get closer and closer. Am I going to die? Will this, a hospital bed in Houston, be my final resting place?
No. Someone is fighting for me? Someone is struggling to protect me. But who? Who would put their life on the line for a man most of the world hates. Who would struggle and fight for a man that was cast out like garbage from the mainstream?
The sounds of fighting becomes words in my dream. I see their punches as vibrate cartoon lettering. It’s like watching an old episode of the Adam West Batman show. It’s amusing but it doesn’t do much to get rid of the pressing fear that I may be experiencing my last moments on this earth.
I don’t know what’s happening outside of my void but I know who put me here. Reyes. He lost his damn mind. He snapped. He used something meant to be used upon him… On me. With no thought given to my safety, that madman put me in this hospital bed.
Revenge. If I survive this night, I’m going to get my revenge. No matter how long it takes to build myself back up, no matter how long it takes to get the match booked. I will come for Reyes. Recovery for me has always been quick. Before long I will rise once more as the monster, the Midnight King of SFT.
I will rise and Reyes will fall. This I guarantee you.
----
A hour later and Mya is seen looking through the window, yes her world has changed as she hears Jamal talking in her ear but she doesn’t care. She would do it again to save Nirvana from this hell. Off to the side, Nirvana’s son Junior stands there.
Mya: Any news?
Junior: He’s awake. No visitors yet. Doctors say he’ll be clear to wrestle by the end of the week. He’ll be cleared, sure… But I’m not sure he SHOULD wrestle. You know, people get cleared from a lot of injuries, but that doesn’t mean it’s always the right thing to do.
Mya: Does he know what happened outside earlier?
Junior: Apparently he heard the entire thing, but he wasn’t awake.
Mya opens her eyes, to show they are red as she glances at Junior.
Mya: Make sure you tell him. For now, he is the only person alive caring for Sterling.
Junior: They got you….
Mya nods and begins walking down the hospital hall. Within the hospital room Nirvana is barely waking, his void shattered. He doesn’t even know that Tuesday he will be facing off with….
Reyes.
