Welcome Back... Apr 29, 2011 19:14:13 GMT
Post by Mystery Opponent on Apr 29, 2011 19:14:13 GMT
The eerie view of a broken down house is shown with rain pouring down hitting the empty grass that seems like it hasn’t been mowed in years. The house is only steps away from a concrete step that kept everyone’s foot out of the puddles. The gloomy scene is all that is noticed before the shutters crunched against the window letting off an obnoxious noise. The noise of the shutters in combination with the hard rain hitting the top of the shingles on the roof that looks 50 years old. The shingles move with every burst of wind. Sitting on the step is a man with a soaked wet black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that look to be in the same condition. His hair has grown long as it passes over his eyes which act like a median for the rain to run down. Each drip that came off the bottom of his string-hair emerged down to his shirt and jeans. All of a sudden he looked up to the camera that made its way toward the consumed step.
[?] “I have done absolutely nothing but beat myself after losing my chance to get my name in the Fantasy Wrestling Federation record book. A feat in which Don Lepore has done but I have not. A feat in which I was sent here to do, but I failed. I got the titles I wanted, but not the fame and fortune. Plain and simple, I failed.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
I slowly slid my head down into my hands once again as my elbows had a solid imprint in my jeans. I could not help but to shake my head as once again I looked back up at the camera before wiping off the precipitation that rolled down my face.
[?] “Someone had to punish me somehow. And look where I am now. My car broke down on a drive that I had to take. My thoughts kept running through my head constantly. The thoughts of all the disappointments of my career on FWF so far. Those thoughts have made me mad. All of the critics are right. I am nothing in this business. I never have been anything. I can’t believe all those hypocrites have gotten to me. Every single one of those writers are nothing more but hypocrites. Guess what? You all wanted to be something when you were younger, whether it was a professional star or a teacher, you wanted to be something. And where are you now? You are writing negativity about someone that you do not even know. How does that make you feel?” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
A deep breath expelled from my mouth as the rain seemed to be letting up. I shook my head before sitting up a little into a baseball catcher’s position. My head was still impaled in my hands as they were before. This time I didn’t even lift up my head as I just decided to try to talk through my fingers.
[?] “Genesis will be a chance for me to finally shut up everyone. I do not care what they all say. I swear I do not. I get to take on someone who has done something with his career. Camisado, week after week I have made you pay in order to tell you that I am here. You have no chance in this match just liked I showed you when I busted your head open only a couple weeks ago. ” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
A sadistic laugh came through the crevices of my fingers as I exposed my face. Finally, I rose to a complete standstill right in the doorframe of the house that graced the spot behind me. My brown eyes glared at the camera and become wide as I continued on my rant.
[?] “Just like that puddle of rain, that is going to be the same effect of a puddle of blood when Genesis comes. I am not going to stop with a steel chair in my hand until I see blood dripping out of his face. I am sick of your antics. Genesis is going to be the downfall of us all.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
My head was beginning to hurt as I turned around and knocked on the wooden slab which you call a door. Obviously, there was no one in it, but all of a sudden the door flung open to show the inside. I did not walk in but I did face the open doorway. Once again, I hoped the microphone was really working as I began to talk.
[?] “The emptiness. The emptiness which could symbolize my career. Speaking of empty, I heard that some guy named Keenan said I am nothing but a half pint failure. Honestly, I am not sure what that actually means. And it seems like it is strong for a man who has probably served the same purpose as the house in which reeks uselessness: a filler. The people who left this house just wanted to get away from the painful woods in which is out there. Just like you Keenan, you tried to get away from all of your problems of finding jobs by just going here. Do you really thing FWF is the place for you? I understand your girl friend or mom told you to get a job, but not one in which could get you killed. Honestly, Keenan, I am not really sure what your deal is, but at the end of Genesis, you are going to have the fate as every other man that doubted me!” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
I took a couple steps into the deserted house as the floorboards creaked with every step that I took. I felt like any point I could just fall through the floor but for some reason that just did not bother me at all. I had a much bigger event on my mind.
[?] “That poor TV. I cannot believe that someone is going to look like that after this match. Is it seriously even possible to live after that bad of a beating? There is going to be a hole in someone just like there is in this television, and all for what? Has anyone honestly sat down and thought of that? Its sickening, it is truly sickening.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
I walked over to the same TV that graced my interest and shoved it onto its side. The carpet was ripped up in spots which just looked like there was some massive robbery in this house. Either that or a fire. I stopped as I entered the next room connected to the TV room. It seemed to be the kitchen as the kitchen table was on three legs and every piece of merchandise looked like it was ripped out of the wall.
[?] “Just like that table, one of us could need a new leg or help for the final leg. Did you hear that? You are going to need crutches after this match. Why did you even accept this match? You made your bed by entering into this match and guess what Cami; you are going to have to lie in it too.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
Perfect. The last line was perfect as the kitchen opened up to a hallway that seemed like it just did not end. Step by step and creek by creek, I made my way down the hallway pushing all three of the doors that were down the hallway open. Two of the doors were a bedroom and the last was a bathroom. I stepped two steps into the bathroom as flies just buzzed around my head almost simultaneously that I walked into the room.
[?] “This is absolutely disturbing. This is the furthest part from perfection that I have ever seen. Did you hear that Cami? This is the place that you are going to have to go soon enough. You are not even going to be able to walk under your own power. I am seriously not even sure how you can even be anything close to perfection after this match. I am going to just laugh to see that hair of yours all over the mat, because then I will officially know I did everything I can in this match.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
The hallway was deserted as well as no pictures or anything graced the wall of the area. This walkthrough pretty much had no purpose to it, but finally something caught my eye. In one of the rooms it was a poster. It was the official Genesis XXVI poster. I walked into the room and just sat on the wooden bed frame that sat in the corner of the room. There was nothing but the frame, but I could not help to see the poster that sat at the head of the bed.
[?] “Genesis.. This is my first Genesis and hopefully will not be my last. This is going to mark the beginning of a different me. This is going to mark a reign of dominance. There is no doubt about it. I let go of all my dead weight and I am just focusing on it all. There is not going to be a single person that is going to be able to stop me. I know what I want and I am not going to stop until I get it. If you don’t believe me, try me.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
Those were the final words that I said before staring at the poster for a couple more seconds. The room did nothing but make me think more and more about the past. My right hand reached up and grabbed a hold of the poster that was on the wall. I laid it in my hands and then my eyes grew wide as I tore the poster in two and tossed it in the waste can that sat in the corner of the room. My head shook as I turned around and went toward the slab that let me out into the wild. The door was still open from when I came in last as water made its way over to the entrance of the house. I stared out once more into the wild with a smirk on my face as I began to talk.
[?] “This is where it is going to start.” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
The water continues to drip down my head as my feet become clogged with water. The storm just decided to ruin my plans for the day. I, once again, wiped the rain from my face before looking up at the camera and beginning to talk.
[?] “Camisado, this is a night I have been waiting for, for the longest time. You are not going to be any of the things that you say you are. Genesis is going to mark the end of another career. This is just step one to that championship. ” [MYSTERS OPPONENT]
Step by step I made my way away from my camera through the grass that had not been mowed. With each step, the squishing of the wet grass is heard. Further and further away from the camera I get as my silhouette becomes less and less seeable. Finally, I just disappear into the wild which is going to be my future. The now and before is very seeable but my future is blurry. The fog covered over the tops of the trees as the camera faded to black.
/. Epilogue .\ It is getting late under a couple days until Genesis. My mind cannot stop thinking about all the possibilities of what could be and what will be. The only thing that can speak for what happens is what actually takes place on that night. I control my own destiny just like I controlled my past and present. This is my opportunity. Here is my chance to take everything I want. This is it. Genesis.