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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: I stand here before you all now, as a man but also as a warrior. I come now to my destiny in the XWF. I come to win, and win I shall. No force in that federation has the capability to stop me. I have returned from my own hell and battling through that was the toughest test of my life, only ever to be shadowed by my death. Between now and that time however there is nothing I shall fear. Nothing I shall show mercy to, I have no compassion. I have no morals. I have what I need to take what I want and that is what I shall do. I
am everywhere yet I am nowhere Who
am I? 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 A once
scarred man, a once broken man. An unbreakable man, a contradiction in terms.
That was what Zero was. A contradiction in all terms. He was everything he
thought he was, yet he was nothing he believed he was. It was complicated.
Zero would know what this meant, few else would. Zero was the victim of
society, of greedy politicians in the scenario he is in. Breeze knew Zero
would get out of this scrape he had been dragged into. He would not show Zero
mercy, nor compassion, nor pity. Even at the lowest point in his life, even
whilst down on the floor Breeze would kick Zero in the teeth where the other
99.999% of the population would not. Breeze was everything Zero was not,
Breeze was his opposite. If Breeze was darkness then Zero would truly be
light. If Breeze was death then Zero would be life. Breeze resented, hated and despised Zero above all else. Words could not explain how deep his hate for Zero was, the worse part of it was that he was unable to fight him, he would have to wait. Until the time had come and the seconds had run out 5…4…3…2..1…ZERO Who
am I? I
am in the eyes of the beholder, in the eyes of all The force 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 victory he could have. This was a huge deal to him, it would complete yet another step towards to his goal. A long desired target, the top of the harsh and crumbly mountain. To become the best he had to go to the best and in the XWF Corey Farmer despite being new was one of those. Corey had no clue what he was up against; he had belief. He had hope. His greatest weakness; he thought his greatest strength. He was wrong, so very wrong Who
am I? I
am in the air you breathe and the grass you touch The XWF was imprinted on the fans minds as being a place of holy things, of riches and great times. This was not the case. The XWF was a place of politics and angry men. Of violent and unproductive men who each had a hidden agenda behind their ugly faces and deceitful eyes. It was a place where people scarred others. Zero was a victim, he was maimed. Now he had been set up for a crime he never committed. Every week people would get jumped. People would be crushed by forces that sometimes more than outnumbered them by three times. This was a place of hate and malice and cruelty. But… It was
also a place of passion, of love for a belt. Of Lords and Kings of the
wrestling world. Where they would come to compete in the thing they loved.
Some would win, some would lose. Some would draw, some would get hurt, some
would inflict the latter. Some would fall from fifty feet but at the end of it
all everyone would rise. Rise to the occasion, rise to themselves. Rise to the
legacy that is wrestling Breeze was prepared to do that. He was prepared beyond all else, he was ready. Politics or Passion, Torture or Triumph, Greed or Glory. It didn’t matter, still he would come. Still, he would come The
XWF was waiting for him It
had called his Name He
would Answer 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. Now, it would all change. Now was the time for
actions. That night he was sat with his pregnant fiancé Hayley. She had seen
him at his highs and lows. Recently he had been lost, now he had found the
light. Breeze
sat in his large, elaborately luxurious living room. He had been perusing,
Hayley was sat next to him eating ice cream. Hayley:
James He
was too deep in thought to notice her Hayley:
James! Still
he would not answer Hayley
hit his arm He
snapped round James:
What! Hayley:
Don’t snap at me James:
Sorry, I was thinking Hayley:
Well I think I’m a little more important than your thinking Breeze:
I’ve been thinking a lot recently Hayley:
That sure is a shock Hayley
started to giggle at her own joke Breeze:
I am going back to the XWF Hayley’s
voice risen a few octaves Hayley:
You’re what!? Breeze:
Why do I have to repeat myself? I’m returning to the XWF Hayley:
You said you would never wrestle again Breeze:
People change their minds Hayley:
Not about these things Breeze:
Yes, they do Hayley:
But you can’t go back Breeze:
And why is that? Hayley:
I won’t let you Breeze:
You cannot stop me Hayley:
I can and I will. I’ve waited too long for you. Our baby needs you, I need
you Breeze:
I’m not dying Hayley Hayley:
It’s close to it. These past few months have been great. When you wrestle, I
never see you. You never speak, your too focused. Too involved. I don’t have
you when your wrestling, I have a shell of you that comes back here to bathe
and eat. Me or wrestling, your choice Breeze:
Don’t be silly Hayley:
I mean it Breeze:
I have already decided I am going to wrestle again Hayley:
So you have picked wrestling over me? Breeze:
No, I have not picked anything. I will wrestle, you will stay with me Hayley:
And what makes you so sure? Breeze:
They call it love Hayley
started to cry Hayley:
You’ve trapped me Breeze:
If you want to think of it that way Hayley:
It’s the only way to think of it Breeze
tried to comfort Hayley but she pushed him away Breeze
sighed and walked away The
door shut Fade
Out I
am there when your eyes are shut, I exist when they are open One
Week Later He
was in bed, trying to sleep but for a successful fourth night unable. No-one
remembered the guy who came in second place. The situation with Hayley had
become much worse since his revelation to her. She had moved to another room.
She would not speak to him, yet she would not leave him. He also was trapped.
It was a clever trick His
dreams of late had been strange, he had dreamed of long rolling fields. Of
huge snow covered mountains, of 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 those of his childhood. He stopped them from becoming so strong he felt
sick. He thought of wrestling, it cured his urges. The only thing that could
blind him from his past. His only other salvation was Hayley, yet she would
not yield to his flattery or appeals. He was lost without her. Each rejection
from her wounded him deeply. He
decided any more thoughts would depress him. He went back to bed and lay down,
blanking out everything into slumber took hold of him The
next morning he awoke, showered then headed downstairs for breakfast. His
mansion was big so Hayley could wander around all day and avoid him. He knew
she came to the dining room every morning for breakfast. He was never usually
up on time, he woke especially early to catch her When
he entered the kitchen, she sat there. The light of his life. When she
realized he stood but a few feet before her she turned to him. He gaze was
colder than ice and harder than rock. It cut through him like glass through
paper. Breeze:
You’re still mad I take it? Hayley:
Beyond mad Breeze:
Plea… Hayley:
Please nothing Breeze:
I’m tired of this Hayley Hayley:
Of what? Breeze:
Of this fighting Hayley:
It’s down to you alone Breeze:
If you won’t speak to me, why do you stay? Hayley:
Would you rather I didn’t? Breeze:
Of course not but it’s unbearable when you’re like this Hayley:
Then don’t stay Breeze:
What!? Hayley:
If you don’t like it, don’t stay Breeze:
It’s my house Hayley:
It’s also your decision Breeze
grunted and walked away. Hayley was being unreasonable and she could not be
spoken to in that state. There was no point. Everything he would say would be
twisted and turned into a personal insult 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 Corey Farmer. A man
Breeze knew little about. He had seen his previous promos and video tapes of
him wrestling. He had seen the boy Kevin. Corey’s strength it seemed.
Corey’s weakness also The milieu of the XWF 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. This new opponent seemed a good wrestler but 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 mansion. He stayed
there turning away guests and ignoring the world.. There he would live in
solitude, in peace, in tranquility. 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 XWF. 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 travels 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
spirit, 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. Corey
Farmer are you ready? XWF 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 the sites of New York, but he was even
more excited about fighting again than anything else. He was scheduled for an
interview with the XWF, this was always the case when there was a match.
Breeze had to give his opinions on Corey Farmer 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 XWF interviewer Amanda Hands 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 Amanda Hands: Hello Mr Breeze and welcome back
you’ve truly been missed James Breeze: Thank you very much Kristin, its
great to be back Amanda Hands: Why did you leave the XWF 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 Amanda Hands: So it seems, now your first match
is against Corey Farmer. He has already defeated Gambit, an able wrestler.
Easily defeating him, in a manner you would have. He is feared throughout the
federation and could challenge for a number of titles, even though he is new.
He is a force to be reckoned with. He is powerful in the XWF. He is not an
easy opponent Breeze: I do not underestimate his talent or
ability. I only know myself, I know I cannot be defeated Amanda Hands: He won’t be pleased to hear
that James Breeze: Frankly I could care less. I am
more than he is, in every sense of the word. To beat me is not easy, he
probably 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.
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. Corey Farmer will not have enough to beat me and although words are
nice to hear, actions are always a better demonstration. Amanda Hands: What about your bitter feud with
Zero, you have claimed many times you despise him and you and him have still
not resolved your conflict? James Breeze sighed Breeze: That question will be answered when it
needs to be Amanda Hands: What is your goal in the XWF? Breeze: What is everyone’s? The World Title Amanda Hands: Angel D 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 Angel D 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 Amanda Hands: Is there anything you want to say
to Corey Farmer who is more than likely watching? James Breeze: I hope you are watching Corey. I
hope you are looking, and seeing. I hope you are listening and hear this. You
will be going into this match confident. Don’t waste your time. You are
good, I grant you that but good enough to beat me? No, I think not. You call
yourself a young angel. Innocent with no experience is what you call yourself.
I am the Fallen Angel, ready to rise above all else. I have strength,
experience, power. I know the difference between knowledge and wisdom and I am
truly wise. You will be a victim, angel or not I am still the one with the
glory. If you are thinking of bringing your sidekick with you, the boy called
Kevin I will have no hesitation in breaking him in half. I actually hope he
tries to save you as I crush you between my grasp. This is my time boy, not
yours. I will out. You won’t, time to face your fears boy. Time to face your
doom Amanda Hands: 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 TNT 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.
Corey Farmer’s time was to come, another victim. Another victory. Breeze was
confident. Why be a 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 It was strange how Corey Farmer called himself the young angel, he seemed so innocent. He played with the child as if he were an angel, as if it was normal. He was happy, full of joy. He seemed unaware of the reality of the world. Breeze would show him that reality. He would show him his reality. The reality of the world, the reality of James Breeze. He would make him see, he would open his eyes… I
am overwhelming. I am void. I do not exist Who
am I? I
am Darkness I
am Breeze I
am coming…
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