The Calling

I have seen the fall of worlds and the death of nations. From a place in the clouds I watched the colossal tidal wave sweep towards the coastline, swallowing the cities, drowning the multitudes...

Who am I?…

You should always learn, with life comes wisdom and with wisdom comes the courage to live your life selflessly. The more you learn about yourself and the experiences surrounding your life the more opportunities you have to make your life better and more fulfilling. Darkness bends down like a mother of grief on the limitless plain. Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking

Fear, Pain, Malice, Greed, Hate, Desire, Passion

All words used when associating people and their attributes

Fear

Fear being a physical reaction; which does the reverse of what it is supposed to do. It restricts the person instead of preparing them. It is one of the innate primal instincts. People are scared most of their life and it is this that holds them back from achieving their goals. It is quite possibly the biggest disadvantage a person could have

Pain

The physical reaction and defence mechanism telling your mind your body is in danger. Telling your mind. Pain is in the mind. It is there if you believe it, it is not there if you do not. It is the thing that pairs with fear to convince us not to go for the things we want. It is grief and despair. It is the source of the world not being the perfect place to live in. It creates joy

Malice

Malice is cruelty. It is the thing that drives humans to ignore humanity itself. It brings to the world much that is bad. It is however not a disadvantage, it is the desire to cause harm to others

Greed

Something everyone has. The thing that makes us seek power. The thing that stops us from becoming satisfied. The thing that makes us insane, the thing that shows us the way to irrationality. It is one of the biggest flaws to the human character and it lives in us all, not matter how holy we pretend to be. Again, it is a desire. An excessive desire

Hate

The greatest and most predictable advantage to the human. It is innate. It brings with it jealousy and greed, spite and betrayal. It symbolizes all that is bad and it brings us to resent and to despise. Without hate there would be no love. Without love there would be no point in loving. Without hate there would be no point in living. It is to extremely dislike someone or something. It is to live

Desire

A longing, a wish. The thing that drives us to seek and reach out for what we want. Without desire we would not feel. We would not want. We would not need. Desire is then forger of the weapon of emotion. It is as important as breath and just as invaluable

Passion

A word that needs no explanation and therefore shall receive none

Each of these a subject, a servant, a disciple of darkness. Darkness being the ultimate evil. The opposite of light. An vast emptiness that will always win. Maybe the only true thing in the universe that could be called invincible.

There is a room, it is completely dark but for one candle that lies in the middle of it. The candle burns pure green.

I cannot be seen, I cannot be avoided.

Who am I?

Next to the light sat a man, his eyes were half closed. He was in a dreamy state. He wore a white cloak. His long golden hair flowed over down. He was hooded. His green eyes looked all the greener in reflection to the flame. He seemed not to be coherent in any way. He was sat down with his legs crossed. He seemed to be in deep meditation. The man was James Breeze

Breeze: Only In The Darkness Can You see The Light

Only In The Darkness Can You see The Light, the words echoed around the room

Breeze: Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death

Desire Is Half Of Life, Indifference Is Half Of Death, the words echoed around the room

Breeze: Learn as if you were going to live forever. Live as if you were going to die tomorrow

Learn as if you were going to live forever. Live as if you were going to die tomorrow. The Words echoed around the room

Breeze: If I fall seven times I will stand up eight

If I fall seven times I will stand up eight. The words echoed around the room

Breeze: To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it.

To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it. The Words echoed around the room

Breeze: I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it

I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it. The words echoed around the room

Breeze: Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.

Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper. The words echoed around the room

Breeze stood up, he walked forward and turned on a video camera, he sat down. Back in the place he was before. Behind the green candle. His face was barely visible. His body was barely visible.

Breeze: Hello, there is a strong chance that Blue Thunder and Draven Masters will be watching this. There is an almost a 100% chance Fudge will be. Now Thunder and Draven make no mistake that I will be fully focused on this match. The situation between myself and Fudge requires a lot of my commitment and concentration, do not let that deceive you that I will not be fully prepared for our match. It is my highest priority to win the World Title and it will take a catastrophic effort to stop me from doing so. When this breeze, this hurricane of darkness and pain consumes all nothing and no-one will be left standing.

Breeze pauses

Breeze: This is my first chance at the HWA World Championship even though I have been eligible to fight for it for a long time now. With a Television Title, 3 Tag Titles, (one which I hold at the moment) and 2 International Title reigns I think I have earned the right. I do not often pass up opportunities and this is an opportunity and a half. This is the only title left in the HWA that is worthy of me and that I have not successfully won. This is the greatest obstacle and I intend on passing it without any stumbles. Now Blue Thunder you’ve had it easy. To win the HWA World Championship you have to be one hell of a wrestler and competitor. Unfortunately you are not. Yes, you are good. Are you good enough to fend off Kevin Conner? Yes. To stop Draven Masters? No. To stop me? No. You’ve been lucky in that the times in which you won the title were amongst the easiest in the HWA’s history. It was not a hard time to become the champion. Now it is and so must the dead wood topple off the fire. You are no longer of any use to the HWA. It is time for a real champion. One of the caliber of Draven Masters or myself. I say this not to offend you but because it is the truth. The chances of you holding onto that title is slim, very slim. If you are in any way intelligent or have a grasp on reality then you will already have overwhelming doubts that your hold on that championship is thin. Those doubts have a reason. You do not have neither the skill or desire to hold back either of your two opponents. Accept it and move on. You’ve had a nice, easy time but now it is over. You will go back to being the same old chump you used to be. Expect no mercy from me because you are severely limited in comparison to your opponents, you shall receive none. The message to you Blue Thunder is over, as is your title reign.

Breeze breathes deeply

Breeze: Now onto Draven Masters. We have fought a few times. You are a worthy opponent and a worthy challenger. You will be a worthy champion. If you win the championship, that is. I respect you for your ability. You are an awesome fighter and for me to defeat you it will take a lot. I have a lot. This is my time to rule. I respect what you are trying to do but anyone, no matter who they are that crosses their path with me will receive nothing less than all I have. And all I have is unstoppable. There isn’t much more to say to you Masters. I shall let my actions be my defense and my victory be my attack. Prepare though, I have tried to win before but this time its different, you ain’t seen nothing yet

Breeze closed his eyes and blew out the candle in front of him. It died out, reluctant, but out. The camera stopped playing

Breeze was alone, in solitude, in darkness. In life

It was an exciting time, no doubt. HWA was thriving and he had just won the Tag Team Titles, for the third time with Fudge. A record for a team he thought. 

I am everywhere yet I am nowhere

Who am I?

The HWA World Title meant something, it was much more than just a strip of gold and however expensive and attractive looking it was, it could not replace its true meaning. Its true meaning was the title, the title of HWA World Champion. It was nice to say, it was nice to be referred to as and it was even nice as a string of words. The most prestigious title in the HWA was not easy to retrieve. Then again nothing good is ever easily obtained. To obtain the title without putting in almost every drop of energy would be to tarnish it. This was not a risk for Breeze. Draven Masters was not the average opponent. He was amongst the strongest, fastest and most resilient in the HWA and he had competed in only a few matches. He was a fearsome opponent and a long way above average. But then again Breeze had all those qualities plus he had much more experience and was probably more intelligent. He was confident going into the match but not overconfident. To be overconfident would to be stupid. The lady of luck can pick any pawn to play with and if Breeze was unfortunate Masters would be that pawn. If so then overconfidence could only be a disadvantage. Breeze did not want nor need anything else blocking his path to glory, not with Blue Thunder and Draven Masters already both high obstacles.

Breeze decided to think about these things another time, so he found his way back to his bedroom and slept there until morning. He slept for a long time and may have slept even longer had he not been awoken by his pregnant girlfriend, something she frequently did. He grumbled and tried to fall asleep again but she persisted and he had no choice but to get up

Breeze: What is it?

Hayley: Don’t be soo rude

Breeze: Me rude!? You’re the one that woke me up

Hayley pouted

Hayley: Anyway, I’ve just had a great, great idea

Silence

Breeze: Well?

Hayley: Oh sorry, now don’t get mad when I tell you this

Breeze nodded

Hayley: Promise?

Breeze: Yes

Hayley: Okay…

Breeze: Get on with it

Hayley: Right, well I was thinking I could come to the arena with you for Breakdown

Breeze laughed

Breeze: No, you’re not going to do that

Hayley: Why not?

Breeze: Well, what would be the purpose in it?

Hayley: I could stand in your corner and help you like Lauren did Fudge

Breeze laughed

Hayley: Why is that laughable? Am I not a match for Lauren

Breeze: Lauren wasn’t pregnant and she has had at least some training in fighting

Hayley: I can’t fight?

Breeze: No, now its not the point. You’d get slaughtered out there and I’m not taking the risk. Especially considering your pregnant. It’s absurd. And I know the reason you want to go but your brother doesn’t even have a match

Hayley: But he might be backstage

Breeze: He might be and even if he is, what will you do? Kick him in the leg

Hayley: I don’t know, I’ll decide when I see him

Breeze: The answer is No

Hayley: I’ll just buy a ticket then

Breeze: It’s completely sold out and even if you did manage to get a ticket I’ll take it off you

Hayley: You can’t stop me coming!

Breeze calmly: I think I can and I will

Hayley: It’s not fair

Breeze: Life isn’t fair

Hayley: Will you do something for me then?

Breeze: What?

Hayley: Give Fudge this message

Breeze: Yeah?

Hayley: Our father referred to him as a disease and now I will

Breeze: Sure

Fade Out

Who am I?

I am in the eyes of the beholder, in the eyes of all

The forced flew through the air at an alarming rate. It was a bitter-sweet life Breeze thought to himself. Not often did he use an oxymoron when thinking but this was one of those times. The cold air touched his skin and he exhaled. Nothing was better than a cool breeze. This was a cool Breeze but each swoop almost took him off his feet. The horizon was full of grey rock. Nothing lived on that desolate plain, nothing lived on the desert. It was lifeless, emotionless. It did not care who it took or what it destroyed. As long as it was satisfied then nothing would be worth thinking about. To be concerned by only that which one needs it to be small minded. It can be an advantage, something that could give someone an extra step up the ladder than their opponent. Breeze only thought of one thing now, the title he could have. It was hard to imagine himself with it but hard to think about himself not holding it after Breakdown. If this went wrong then maybe he would have one himself. He doubted it though, it was possible but not very likely. Someone who only feels for themselves does not have to worry about stress or breakdowns. This was a huge deal to him, it would complete yet another step up to his goal. With the HWA World Title around the waste of Breeze, Fudge would have no choice to come after the gold and his nemesis and the HWA would not be able to stop the two forces. The clash of titans, the clash of elements, the clash of Gods. A clash only Breeze not would but only Breeze could come out of. Leaving the Suicidal Chyld in the ashes as dead as his soul was now becoming. Fudge had entered darkness. Fudge was good at the heart, misguided and a bastard sometimes but good. Only the pure evil could handle the full force of darkness. Fudge was not pure evil, it would overwhelm him. It was only a matter of time

Who am I?

I am in the air you breathe and the grass you touch

Fade In

Hayley: I would be soo proud if you were to win this title James

Breeze laughed: So would I

Hayley: This Draven Masters sounds like a real tough opponent

Breeze: He is real, and he is a tough opponent so I suppose your right

Hayley: He can’t beat you though, no-one can

Breeze: Who knows? I am better than him…

Hayley interrupted him

Hayley: Well then, what’s the problem?

Breeze: There’s Blue Thunder as well

Hayley: I thought he wasn’t a problem

Breeze: He is a problem, not in a one on one but if they decide to team up against me or if Blue Thunder is took out by Masters while I am distracted on the floor. And it could go anyway, there could be a lot of luck to decide the winner of this match. A triple threat means that, a triple threat. Everyone is a threat and you’re being attacked from more than one side. This makes the match much harder than a singles one could ever have been.

Hayley: Win James, for me

Breeze: I will, don’t worry. Come hell or high water that title will be mine by the end

This Was Not The Case

Breeze was wrong

The White Tiger was defeated

What was there left for Breeze?

I am in your sleep, I am with you when you are awake

Who am I?

Words were used to channel emotions and feelings. At the base of it they are a human invention and mean absolutely nothing, only actions did and Breeze’s actions recently also meant nada. He had gone into the match confident. Not overly but confident all the same. He had lost. It was not a nice feeling and a rare one in Breeze’s case. He had to accept it. He had said he would win but he did not, he had let himself down. There seemed to be nothing left for Breeze to do. His physical condition had been surprisingly intact considering the fall he took. He had not been involved in the match.

The night he stumbled home from hospital

After that things went sort of like this

The door of the mansion had been firmly shut. Breeze walked in, Hayley ran to him

Hayley: Sorry

Breeze: For what?

Hayley: Your loss

Breeze: So am I

Hayley: You’ll recover, I’m so glad your alright. I was worried about you, I was just about to leave for the hospital

Breeze: I saved you a trip then

Hayley: You’ll take the title next time

Breeze: There won’t be a next time

Hayley: But…

Breeze: But nothing, if Blue Thunder can beat me then there is no point in even wrestling anymore

Hayley: Come on, don’t be like that. It was unlucky is all

Breeze: And when Fudge defeated me?

Hayley: Same, and they’re hardly the same. Fudge is a legend

Breeze: Maybe, but its over. I have nothing left to give

Hayley: But…

Breeze: But nothing

Fade Out

I am there when your eyes are shut, I exist when they are open

Who am I?

One Week Later

Not much had changed in the mind of James Breeze in the week after his defeat. He had already told the HWA he had quit, Jackson said he wouldn’t accept his resignation until after Breeze really thought about it and that he didn’t want to lose a superstar of his caliber on an impulse. James Breeze was not impressed but he had not the patience or energy to pursue it he had been completely reinstated. He would be patient and wait and tell Jackson another time.

He was in bed, trying to sleep but for a successful sixth night unable. No-one remembered the guy who came in second place. He was devastated he lost. It was a shock to his system. He could not sleep because of it and it was irritating him to the point of him being on edge twenty four seven.

His dreams of late had been strange, he had dreamed of long rolling fields. Of huge snow covered mountains, of kilts and warriors and blood. He had been dreaming of smelling the salt from fresh lakes and the fresh air from the great outdoors. He had been thinking of home, not often did he feel nostalgic but in these dreams he had been. He woke up and walked to the huge double windows/doors at the end of his huge room. He opened them up and stepped out onto the balcony. He looked beyond what he could see and the images he saw where the images of towns and cities of Canada. Its monuments. A thousand or more memories flew back into his conscience. He had tried to resist the urge, the truth. Something in Canada called him or something inside himself did. Which one he did not know. The wind called his name; he had to leave. He knew little at the moment; he was lost inside himself. The only thing he really knew at the moment was that he was needed; it was time to leave. It was time to take a break, maybe forever

Fade Out

Fade In

Hayley: Why can’t I come?

Breeze: Because this is something I have to do on my own

Hayley: Where has all this come from?

Breeze: It doesn’t matter. I know what I have to do

Hayley: How long will you be?

Breeze: I don’t know

Hayley: You don’t know!? What if your child is born while you are away?

Breeze: I don’t think I’ll be away that long

Hayley: But you might!?

Breeze: Maybe

Hayley: I can’t believe you. It’s one thing after another

Breeze: I cannot help it, it’s my calling

Hayley: Get real James

Breeze: I am being. Now I’m leaving, on my own. Accept it and move on

Hayley: And if I don’t!?

Breeze: What do you mean? You have to

Hayley: I don’t. Leave now if you must but don’t expect me to be here when you return. If you do

Breeze: I will return

Hayley: All the same, don’t expect me to be here. Or your child

Breeze: Hayley

Hayley: No James, I have to do something. This is the ultimatum, stay and you keep me. Follow your ‘calling’ and you will not

Breeze sighed

He picked up his luggage and left. He turned to Hayley. Tears were flowing down her cheeks

Breeze: See you soon

Hayley: Don’t count on it

Hayley said it as coldly as she could

Breeze threw his luggage into the car and walked back over to Hayley

He kissed her, she was shaking. She was going to resist but she couldn’t

Breeze: Whatever your decision I’m sure we’ll see each other again

Hayley did not respond

Breeze got into the car and left

FADE OUT

I am unstoppable, unstopped. I cannot be endured. I cannot be accepted

Who am I?

The Return

Life was strange, it couldn’t be defined in a phrase. Nor by a word. It could not be analysed correctly or explained efficiently. It was there all the same and the thin line of reality wavered in the imagination of everyone that had been given the gift. There were two opinions to life. It was repeated, reincarnation. Some people would say they were certain of it, but nothing is certain. And to add to the suspicion of that singular hole in their theory came the remark ‘You only live once’. This was not proven, this was thought of and hundreds of people thought it, and said it. They used it as an excuse to do things they otherwise might not have, and so was the case when it came to James Breeze. The White Tiger, a symbol of cunning stealth matched with a enormous power and a eternal desire to crush its victim to its will was the face James Breeze took. It was a fitting creature to establish the contents of Breeze and the pureness of his heart. Whether pure evil or pure good, whether there is a difference could be disputed. Just as dark and light, as hate and love both display.

And so it was that Breeze desired to fight once more. His desire had faded; he hadn’t wanted to continue. He fell from the top of a huge cage and although the physical injuries where not overwhelming, at the time the emotional injuries were.

His first opponent was Dan Sawyer. A man Breeze neither liked nor respected. He was irritating, pathetic, feeble but he was dedicated and even though that counted for a lot, his character traits showed him in the worst possible light.

The milieu of the HWA was something to be proud of and although Breeze had spent the past few months in repose, his yearning for brisk paced action had been too irresistible. Breeze was a strong character. He was athletic, forceful and fierce and his intellect was hard to match. Dan Sawyer was none of those things. He was fearful and spineless and although Breeze’s skill was often reacted to with cynicism he proved it was no fabrication in the end.

The wind blew, as it usually did. On a green hill James Breeze stood. He had been away, living in his cabin in the middle of some Canadian mountains. There he would live in solitude, in peace, in tranquillity. Where life’s many imperfections and hard ships mingled with the human beings complicated minds and contradicting thoughts could not reach. Now he would not

Now he was on his way to New York. He had stepped out of his car in the middle of nowhere to reflect on his decision to come back to the HWA. It was not a hard decision and it was in a way inevitable.

The sun was high in the sky. It shone in his face, the light too pure for Breeze to look upon for long. He shut his eyes, the colour he could see when they were shut was the colour red. Red stood for danger, for fast paced events. It was no coincidence red meant danger. Red was the colour of our blood, our blood being that colour because of the iron in it but that colour all the same. Our blood is our life-flow. It goes through our heart and travells round and round like the cycle of life. And although science proved that it did, and although science proved everything there was still a belief that we had a soul, and a heart. Not a heart of flesh but a heart of compassion. Although science proved that in this harsh, mundane world our compassion was the movements of nerves in our brains reacting to a certain incident and that there was no soul in our bodies or mind; the belief went on. The belief that we were more than we are.

James Breeze has that belief. He believes in himself above all else and because of that simple reason. He cannot be beaten. His body can be crushed, his bones can break. He can bleed, he can die. He is not special because his body is more resistant that everyone else’s and that he is the exception of the rule that has claimed over 10 billion lives of humans and multiple trillions of organisms. He is special because even when all the reality of the world hits him full in the face, even when death is shown in front of him. Even when the whole world seems to shrink in around him and all hope is gone. Even when he is alone in the dark, his belief, his spririt, his soul, himself can withstand it. His hope is unbending, his will is unchanging and like the sun itself he will not stop, until all he wants is his

The sun has risen, the day has come. Dan Sawyer are you ready? HWA are you ready?

Breeze (to himself): The wind is saying to me you are not

Pause

Breeze: Let us hope it is right

Breeze entered his car and drove the distance back to New York. He was glad to see Hayley and to be home, but he was even more excited about fighting again than anything else. He was scheduled for an interview with the HWA, this was always the case when there was a match. Breeze had to give his opinions on Dan Sawyer this week, he quite looked forward to that

Before long that time had come. Time had a way of catching up on things and although the wait for something to happen seemed long when time did eventually catch up to that place you wanted to be, it never seemed longer than a heartbeat.

He was sat in the interview room, the same smell of freshly made coffee, of black leather and of the fragrance from the attractive HWA interviewer Kristin Thomas brought back the downpour of many memories. Breeze had not planned what to say even though the questions coming from the blonde interviewer were going to be questions he knew were coming. Time passed and the camera had started rolling. The 5’ 11 slightly overweight, shaven headed cameraman Dave had clicked a small button and Breeze was live on television to a lot of people. A lot being a huge underestimation but true all the same

Kristin Thomas: Hello Mr Breeze and welcome back you’ve truly been missed

James Breeze: Thank you very much Kristin, its great to be back

Kristin Thomas: Why did you leave HWA in the first place, an injury perhaps?

James Breeze: No, I lost the desire to wrestle. Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death. I was indifferent to the world. I was not thinking clearly, I have found my way in the end, and I’m back

Kristin Thomas: So it seems, now your first match is against Dan Sawyer and he has improved steadily in the HWA over the past few years. He is now regarded as a little more of a serious competitor. Not only that since you’ve been away he has been a part of the Legacy Department. They are a very substantial stable in the HWA. Dan Sawyer has grown powerful James Breeze

Breeze: Dan Sawyer has grown to be more than I expected but he would need to be drinking miracle grow every day since I’ve been away to give him even the slightest chance of beating me. Now there is a chance he will win, that chance is small. If his friends step in then he may win, if they don’t he probably won’t. I am not worried Kristin. I am barely aware of who my opponent is on Survival. It does not matter all that much to me. The fact it is Dan Sawyer makes no difference whatsoever

Kristin Thomas: He won’t be pleased

James Breeze: Frankly I could care less. Baseball Dan may have grown better but when the bottom of the bottle is seen Chewbacca Dan is nothing more than a scared little boy who covers his fears up with the most ridiculous comments. I am more than he is, in every sense of the word. To beat me is not easy, Dan Sawyer knows this. He will right now be showing his face to be one of hard steel, of confidence. But what he shows and what he feels will be different. He is sat down now, probably whining on with himself about this Kamikaze that has insulted him or about how he is going to kick my ass. I would have no trouble in squashing his protest of my reign. This is the beginning for me, this run will truly be magnificent. I shall go the distance. Dan Sawyer will not have enough to beat me and although words are nice to hear, actions are always a better demonstration.

Kristin Thomas: What about your bitter feud with Fudge?

James Breeze sighed

Breeze: That question will be answered when it needs to be

Kristin Thomas: What is your goal in the HWA?

Breeze: What is everyone’s? The World Title

Kristin Thomas: Syren holds it

Breeze: That she does; for now anyway. My time for that title will come. It is not now however. I have other things to do. I truly hope Syren is still holding that title when I come for it. It would be a great pleasure in bending her to my will. I shall wait for that time with eagerness. Remember good things come to those who wait, and patience is a virtue I have

Kristin Thomas: Well, we’ve just about ran out of time here so I’m going to have to say goodbye for now. Thank you James Breeze

James Breeze: My pleasure

The camera stopped rolling

Breeze stepped out of the room and wandered over to a drinks machine. He bought a soda then sat down on a plain chair. His blood was flowing at a normal rate now but come SNS it would be flowing much faster and instead of blood it would feel like gold dust. His body would flowing with riches, his mind a rush of excitement. The adrenaline. The wait for it was almost unbearable. Almost. Sawyers time was to come, another victim. Another victory. Breeze was confident. Why be man? When you can be a success he told himself. And succeed was what he would do. There was no other choice, in this business there never was

I am overwhelming. I am void. I do not exist

Who am I?

I am Darkness

I am Breeze

I am coming…