Post by Joey on Feb 1, 2018 18:42:36 GMT -5
The scene is Redd’s old apartment in Reno, Nevada. He’s been here a few months already. The place is white and empty. There's a lazy boy recliner in front of the living room. Its beige. That is all there is in the living room besides a large Vizio TV. In the kitchen there is no table, just a fridge and a stove and a black microwave which stands out like a pupil from an eye. Watching you, waiting for the time you deposit something in there.
In his bedroom there is a single bed, one mahogany nightstand and an alarm clock on it. Everything is white
I have been coughing my brains out for 2 days. And now I don't know how to stop. NyQuil helps me sleep a little. Aspirin controls the fever. And I know I should go see a doctor but I have deep distrust of doctors. I have my reasons and leave it at that.
I just recently got over the flu and now I am knee deep in a cold. It seems God does not like me to be well. God doesn't like me to do a lot of things. But luck of the draw has found me booked for a match in ole SFT again. Aint that grand?
I don't even remember my last match. It has been that long. But I guess maybe if I get going and do some work with my body maybe I can flush this sickness out. Obviously all this sitting at home coughing and sneezing has not helped at all.
But I do feel I am at a disadvantage. I am not well. I am not 100 percent. I am weak. I am ill. I am sweating from a fever. And I want to wash this sickness out of me completely and let it all go. But truth be told. I am used to being sick. Sickness becomes me. It is only when I am so sick and so tired that I find who I really am. Just like some people only ever come through when things get really hectic and crazy, they rise to the occasion. I am like that. I rise to the challenge. I am only great when everything is chaotic. That's just how I have always been.
But SFT is not chaotic right now. SFT is actually on the rise. Emerson of all people is the world champion. Good going son, you deserve it. There aren't a lot of good people around, you are the exception.
There is a new IC Champion, Jamo. I will get to him eventually.
For now my thoughts are somewhat on my opponent. Chris I think? They call him Voodoo? Really? Am I back in 1998? Are you a time traveler? You should talk to Louis Cypher he’s into stuff like that. You two could be pals. Or hand bag buddies or whatever is in style this year.
Change
And just like that I feel the fever begin to creep up in me. The sweat has become a chill. I tremble a bit and I can see sweat on my forehead but I still feel cold. I start to cough, and I cannot stop coughing. Each cough makes me want to cough more. My stomach is hurting, my chest hurts. I hurt everywhere.
I want to lay down. But doing so would mean giving in to the sickness in me right now. And I don't give up. I do NOT give up. Everything I have been through, I don't give up no matter of the betrayals, no matter the people who have betrayed me and my trust. I do not give up. This is my home, and no one will ever take that from me.
It is lesson each must learn in time. A lesson Voodoo will learn soon enough.
I get up and decide to go somewhere. Anywhere really. I need to control this sickness, because I say so. And that’ll be enough.
...fade….to…..Darkness…..
In his bedroom there is a single bed, one mahogany nightstand and an alarm clock on it. Everything is white
I have been coughing my brains out for 2 days. And now I don't know how to stop. NyQuil helps me sleep a little. Aspirin controls the fever. And I know I should go see a doctor but I have deep distrust of doctors. I have my reasons and leave it at that.
I just recently got over the flu and now I am knee deep in a cold. It seems God does not like me to be well. God doesn't like me to do a lot of things. But luck of the draw has found me booked for a match in ole SFT again. Aint that grand?
I don't even remember my last match. It has been that long. But I guess maybe if I get going and do some work with my body maybe I can flush this sickness out. Obviously all this sitting at home coughing and sneezing has not helped at all.
But I do feel I am at a disadvantage. I am not well. I am not 100 percent. I am weak. I am ill. I am sweating from a fever. And I want to wash this sickness out of me completely and let it all go. But truth be told. I am used to being sick. Sickness becomes me. It is only when I am so sick and so tired that I find who I really am. Just like some people only ever come through when things get really hectic and crazy, they rise to the occasion. I am like that. I rise to the challenge. I am only great when everything is chaotic. That's just how I have always been.
But SFT is not chaotic right now. SFT is actually on the rise. Emerson of all people is the world champion. Good going son, you deserve it. There aren't a lot of good people around, you are the exception.
There is a new IC Champion, Jamo. I will get to him eventually.
For now my thoughts are somewhat on my opponent. Chris I think? They call him Voodoo? Really? Am I back in 1998? Are you a time traveler? You should talk to Louis Cypher he’s into stuff like that. You two could be pals. Or hand bag buddies or whatever is in style this year.
Change
And just like that I feel the fever begin to creep up in me. The sweat has become a chill. I tremble a bit and I can see sweat on my forehead but I still feel cold. I start to cough, and I cannot stop coughing. Each cough makes me want to cough more. My stomach is hurting, my chest hurts. I hurt everywhere.
I want to lay down. But doing so would mean giving in to the sickness in me right now. And I don't give up. I do NOT give up. Everything I have been through, I don't give up no matter of the betrayals, no matter the people who have betrayed me and my trust. I do not give up. This is my home, and no one will ever take that from me.
It is lesson each must learn in time. A lesson Voodoo will learn soon enough.
I get up and decide to go somewhere. Anywhere really. I need to control this sickness, because I say so. And that’ll be enough.
...fade….to…..Darkness…..
