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The
Dreamstalker
Somebody
told me that I always have to bow, if that was true I would have fallen apart
by now. The more u think, the less u act their ways, so can u hear this, the
fake sound of progress…
The sound drifts along in the mind of Breeze, each word a symbol. The symbol a
meaning. A meaning an emotion. Emotion after emotion compiling to make a
feeling. The feeling at the moment is one of rage.
From Dark
Moving out
Out
From darkness to light, the eye of Breeze looks straight ahead. The engine is
smooth and makes little sound as he drives through the dry roads of Mexico
Cactus’ protrude from the ground at either side of the dusty road. Breeze
drives his Ferrari, the air conditioning on full and the windows wide open
with the wind full in the face of ‘The White Tiger’
This helps James Breeze in the boiling conditions
His stereo plays music as he sips on some ice cold coke. He continues to look
straight ahead his eyes tiring although it is only 11am. Boredom soon sets in
as he drives the short distance from Chalco, Mexico to Mexico City. Breeze had
to rise early that morning and after the night drinking before hand he was
very tired and not in a very good mood
The air conditioning suddenly stopped working, the coke soon ran out and even
the wind could not comfort the heavily sweating James Breeze. The heat and
lack of sleep added with the migrane and hang over made Breeze weary and
sleepy.
He soon found his eyelids drooping and his mouth gasping for a yawn. The music
slowed down to an even more relaxing set of songs. Before long Breeze’s eyes
had shut, the car kept on driving
…………will be next……..they’re coming…….happiness……
A loud noise blasted through the ears of James Breeze. His eyes open
immediately, fast, but not fast enough. The truck in front of him continues to
drive straight at his car. The frightened driver can be seen by James Breeze
in the split second before the impact. His face is agape and so is that of his
baby daughter’s strapped next to his. Breeze’s soul wails at the prospect
of such a clash
The Ferrari drives straight through the truck. Breeze’s vision is blurred as
he looks around at the sides of his Ferrari, which portray the inside of the
truck
Breeze’s mind is a chaos, it soon stops as the Ferrari stops and the front
of it crushes back into the glass windscreen, the truck and the Ferrari both
go up in flames. Breeze sees the fire consume him but for some reason it does
not burn. He stands up and walks through the metal and flame.
The sky overhead turns dark, lighting shoots out of it and rain pours down
over the sky. Breeze walks through flame to the end of the wreck. He looks out
at the road ahead. It is empty and bleak. The eerie place is silent,
completely until suddenly a huge roar is heard and thunder starts to rape the
skies
Breeze blinks, when he opens his eyes, Zero stands in front of him on that
bleak road
His face is humoured. He laughs, Breeze is enraged by this, he leaps at Zero
who seems to disappear. Breeze falls straight through and onto the ground. He
turns over to receive a kick to the face. Zero is stood up with one foot on
his chest. Zero pulls out a gleaming white sword and holds it a centimetre
above the eye of Breeze. He roars and lifts the sword, laughing as he does so.
His eyes look insane as he drops the sword
Breeze screams out and all is again silent
…Don’t waste your touch… You won’t feel anything
The bed shakes, Breeze sits up gasping for breath. His pupils are wide, beads
of sweat runs heavily from his brow. He sits up quickly and looks at his
watch, it reads 10.23am. Today he had to drive from Chalco to Mexico City and
he should probably leave soon. The nightmare was a terrible one and Breeze
would rather have forgot about it.
He decided to take a shower, soon he had done that and got dressed. It was
10.51am and he had to leave soon. He left the small but clean quarters he had
rented at the hotel he forgot the name of. He left quickly and entered his
Ferrari which had been watched over all night through fear of it getting
stolen. He paid the man asleep in the front seat of his car handsomely and
drove out of the inn at Chalco and through the city to the dry dusty road some
used…
The engine is smooth and makes little sound as he drives through the dry road
leading towards that of Mexico City
Cactus’ protrude from the ground at either side of the dusty road. Breeze
drives his Ferrari, the air conditioning on full and the windows wide open
with the wind full in the face of ‘The White Tiger’
This helps James Breeze in the boiling conditions
His stereo plays music as he sips on some ice cold coke. He continues to look
straight ahead his eyes tiring although it is only 11am. Boredom soon sets in
as he drives the short distance from Chalco, Mexico to Mexico City. Breeze had
to rise early that morning and after the night drinking before hand he was
very tired and not in a very good mood
The air conditioning suddenly stopped working, the coke soon ran out and even
the wind could not comfort the heavily sweating James Breeze. The heat and
lack of sleep added with the migrane and hang over made Breeze weary and
sleepy.
He soon found his eyelids drooping and his mouth gasping for a yawn. The music
slowed down to an even more relaxing set of songs. His eyes drooped
A loud noise is heard
Breeze’s eyes open abruptly, he looks ahead at a familiar truck and a
familiar driver with a girl by him. Breeze’s hands grip the wheel and he
turns away before the two automobiles collide. The Mexican man does the same
and they miss. Breeze sighs, his mind racing and his blood flowing fast. Déjà
vu overwhelming Breeze’s mind with limitless possibilities and whilst awe
inspiring also slightly scaring him.
Breeze continued his journey over the plains of Mexico. The sand dusty, dry
and deserted. It was a depressing and lonely sort of place and boredom was the
main feeling Breeze expressed on his way to the largest city in the world.
He arrived there and at the arena at the east side of the city. It took him a
long time but he finally parked up at the arena the XWF had rented out. He
stepped out of the car and walked straight to the interview room, he was
closing in on being late
He sat down across from Amanda Hands
Amanda:
Hello James
Breeze
Breeze:
Hey
The camera light flashed on
Amanda:
Another Pay Per View Breeze
Breeze:
Indeed it is Amanda
Amanda:
And this time its just as hard
Breeze nods
Amanda:
You go against Ace, one of your best friends and former tag partner
Breeze
sighs: I know
Amanda:
Can you concentrate even though you have to fight someone you are close to?
Breeze:
Yes, I have to and Ace knows it so he won’t be expecting a present
Amanda:
Okay and TKO?
Breeze:
Who’s that the Knockout One?
Amanda:
Erm…
Breeze:
It doesn’t matter, I don’t even know who he is so I’m not too worried.
He doesn’t stand out in my mind so I’ll take him out when the time comes
Breeze grins
Amanda:
And Demon and Minion?
Breeze:
Demon, I don’t know. But I presume he is a devil wannabe and Minion is
someone who names himself after a pawn and a foot soldier, someone used to do
others work. Maybe his intelligence is limited, anyway, it doesn’t matter
all that much. I’ll send them both back to purgatory, where they can wait to
get good enough to stand up to wrestlers like me
Amanda stifles a laugh
Amanda:
And Joey Gunn and Sabbath X?
Breeze:
Ah yes, BDX boys. Joey best run and Sunday X. They will probably be harder as
both know each other well but myself and 187 are also tag partner and we shall
beat them. I beat Malice last week, beating another 2 members of BDX will be
sweet. Brutally sweet.
Amanda:
But there are 6 people, it could go any way, it is a fast paced match
Breeze:
Myself and 187 can adjust to any situation and we will. We shall fight fast if
need be, dirty if need be, slow if need be, any way to win. We are the supreme
team in the XWF and nothing can stop us. With the Revolutionary Champion
alongside the White Tiger we cannot fail. He will crush and I will pounce and
all shall fall beneath us and all shall be defeated and that will be the end
of that resistance. Then we shall go on from there and win the tag team titles
Amanda:
And Zero?
Breeze scowls
at the name
Breeze:
I gave Zero a little taste of what I have stored for him on TNT as he felt the
metal drive into his face and then when he tasted the canvas after Game Over.
He thinks he can run riot on me, he hasn’t got shit on me. He may have shit
on many people but this guy he has nothing on. Nothing except a ticket to get
his ass whooped and I always pay my tickets. Zero if your listening and this
goes to everyone else at TNT. I will not be stopped, Void barely stopped me,
didn’t actually. Him and Zero did and even both of them struggled. I am
coming and I won’t be stopped, not by Zero and not by any of you. I am ready
to pounce and you’re sure to Feel My Hate!
Amanda
nods and turns the camera off
Breeze
stands up
Amanda:
Leaving so soon?
Breeze:
Sorry I’m in a rush
Amanda:
It’s okay
Breeze
smiles and leaves the room
He
walks back to his Ferrari and drives it the hotel he is staying at. The
expensive and grand hotel is big and luxurious and Breeze quickly gets settled
in. He falls back on the bed and starts to drift off, making up the time on
the sleep he missed earlier. He was slightly anxious as to what his mind would
make of the few hours he had been awake today. His dreams had been strange of
late and the ever laughing Zero plagued them like a disease. He had to find a
cure and he discovered the only cure was to defeat Zero. It wasn’t just
something he wanted very badly. It was something he needed, and soon enough it
would be time to collect from the laughing dreamstalker…
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