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Time Unknown Place Breeze
woke up suddenly, the alarm clock by his bedside thundering into his now sober
head. Beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead and he wiped them away before
stumbling into a shower, he came out not long after and started to drink
bottles of water. Eventually after satisfying his dehydration he got dressed.
He never set his alarm and the fact that it had gone off at 6am was probably a
cruel joke of Hayley’s. She was like that sometimes. Breeze tried to stay
awake but couldn’t help drifting off, in full clothing on top of the bed
sheets he fell asleep again The
heat was terrible, its bright flame lashed out at the face of Breeze and it
scorched him. His skin started to melt away from the flame, he looked down and
saw he was standing directly on razor sharp needles, as soon as he realized
this he fell through them, bright red blood gushing from his feet. He closed
his eyes and felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down at both his hands
and saw them melting away from the flame. He tried to scream but nothing came
out of his mouth. He closed his eyes once more and opened them again, he was
in a red room, the walls were red, some were knocked down, some had holes in
them. His whole body was on fire, he flew forward through a hole in one of the
walls and continued to spiral down a black, purple and grey vortex. He came
out of it and landed in on a circle. Underneath the circle there were millions
of people screaming in pain and agony. There were countless heads of all
nature, men, women, children and babies. Breeze cringed back from that sight.
He turned round, standing only 4 feet away from him and coincidently standing
only 4 feet tall was a small purple man, he was human but had purple skin, his
eyes burned with an unholy fire. The circle he stood on was gold, pure gold
and it was an intricate design. He looked straight into the small purple
creature. The purple creature had on his forehead in glowing red and gold the
symbol of pain. This 4 foot creature was pain, or so Breeze had concluded, the
purple thing ran at him, although Breeze didn’t think he could move he did.
He moved by using all his will out of the rampant things way. Breeze swiftly
dodged the attack sending the little purple creature reeling into the hands of
the millions below, The eyes of fire were not of fire now, but in Pain’s
eyes, Breeze saw Fear. Breeze thought to himself that perhaps pain was all in
the mind. He thought of that as he looked around the circle. In the middle of
it there was a hole, it shone with pure silver, he looked down there and
shivered back from the ice cold air hovering out of it. Breeze wondered what
was down that hole. He had conquered emotion, he had conquered pain, he
wondered what it was down there, he thought maybe it was fear. Before he had a
chance to find out though his body because conscious again and he was back in
reality. James
Breeze had an interview today and he intended to get there on time, he looked
over at his alarm clock and it read it 1.56pm. His interview was at 3.30pm and
if traffic was bad then there was a chance he wouldn’t make it. He quickly
straightened out his clothes and left the house, he drove his Ferrari to the
arena and exited it. He looked at his watch, it read 2.46pm. He had plenty of
time he thought to himself XWF Arena
The corridors of the XWF arena were absolutely depressing, all of them exactly like the other. Breeze quickly passed through them to get to his next destination. The next destination in this case was Ace’s locker room, he had a good 45 minutes to waste before having to take an interview for the Pay Per View to build up hype and to express his true feelings about each competitor, about other matches and about that actual event itself He
eventually reached the locker room of the XWF legend and entered, Ace was on
his pull
up bar yet again Breeze:
Again? Ace:
I really want to beat this Strider bitch Ace
dropped down from the pull up bar Breeze:
You will beat him Ace
grins: I hope so Breeze:
Hope? You don’t need hope, you don’t need anything to beat this jackass Ace
sighs: I know Breeze
sits down and takes one of Ace’s beers again After
around 30 minutes Breeze gets up and leaves the room to go to the interview
room He
enters the room as Amanda Hands leans over to pick up her bag, he swallows
hard and averts his eyes from some unsavoury places. He sits down on a leather
sofa, the one opposite XWF Interviewer and former porn star Amanda Hands Amanda:
Hello James Breeze:
Hey, can we start this? Amanda:
Okay She
signals to camera man Dave and after 5 seconds the light on the camera flashes
signalling start of the interview Amanda:
A big match for you Mr. Breeze Breeze:
James, and indeed a big match, with 3 opponents at my first PPV Amanda:
Can you tell me what you think of your opponents? Breeze:
Which one? Amanda:
We’ll start with Aaron Smith Breeze:
Ah, okay, well if we’re talking about the same person that drives around on
a yellow bike with a daisy helmet, then I don’t think much of him, he
believes his return does effect anyway, but even the XWF’s biggest fan or
XWF’s oldest fan wouldn’t remember him. He never really existed back then
and he won’t now. Simply because he’s a poor wrestler, I would hope he
would go to hell and burn in perpetual flame but you know things don’t
always go your way Amanda:
And Mr. Sterling Silver himself? Breeze:
Ah, him. Well he’s a complete ass, and he’s got his head up it. He’s
also a poor wrestler and again like Aaron Smith believes he’s important. I
can’t remember their names sometimes. They’ll never be champion of
anything here in the XWF except from maybe winning a few awards for being
jackass of the year. Who knows? Anyway not much to say about him. He’s not
in any way important. A piece of dirt on my shoe, I will distinguish him in my
own time Amanda
laughs: Okay
and the big man Devastator Breeze:
Mr. Popular himself, well he on the other hand will be slightly harder than
the other chumps but he’s similar to them. I am machine and no matter how
big or how fat or how many masks he wears, he’s still just a man, a
wrestler. Someone who hides their own ugly filth, someone who believes they
are good when they are not. Great? No, average to say the very most. It’s
not the size of the lion in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the
Lion. He may go around smashing up things but can he wrestle? I mean any
jackass can smash in machines and lets be honest I match him in strength. My
arms are way bigger than his and I am a better wrestler. He will fall, I will
win, end of. I really do pity the poor bitch. He comes in here thinking people
will make way for his wide ass but no-one except the staff will. I don’t
even know why that tub of lard is his manager, I mean this bitch Devastator is
a jobber so his manager must be on like $5 a week. The wrestlers here are not
afraid of him. I personally detest the big heap of crap. He believes he’s
good and that fat ball of lard is good for him. But the pair of mismatched
asses will get what’s coming to them. This Breeze is blowing their way and
no-one, not lard ass, not ball of crap, not sterling steel, and not Noddy from
toy land with his yellow bike will be left standing when this is over, they
will hit the floor and they will Feeeeel My Hate! Breeze
stands up and slams the door of the room, ending the interview He
wasn’t in the best of moods, thinking about the opposing three jackasses had
rangled him. He walked through the corridors of the XWF in a pure rage. People
gave him side glances, as his attempts to suppress it had not worked. He said
his goodbye’s to Ace rather quickly and drove home. He sat in his gym
working out continually. It wasn’t long and he had a lot of hate for this
giant bastard who thought he was god’s gift to wrestling. Breeze continued
to work out, pacing himself until late at night. He went upstairs to his
bedroom and washed up. He finished his supper and then went to sleep. Sleep
was a comfort to him, sometimes it was a dream, sometimes a nightmare,
sometimes just strange. He eventually drifted off into blackness and blankness
into the inevitability that was sleep… |