Post by Drake Hunter on Mar 2, 2012 6:42:15 GMT -5
The halls were quiet, quieter than usual. Things had really been picking up as of lately, and the general gist of things was that NYCCW would be advancing to lengths greater than ever before...
The smell of deodorant bounces off the walls until it fills the entire building, desperately attempting to mask the ever viler scent of sweat as the wrestlers in Madison Square Garden make their impacts on the world. The entire world. Watching. Listening. Waiting... What an experience that is. To raise a championship belt high in the air, knowing that you are standing on the pinnacle of wrestling in the world; knowing that wherever people go, they will be thinking of you, thinking of what you have just achieved, or in my case, thinking of how the greatest wrestler in the world just lived up to his name...
I turn another corner and find myself face to face with the entrance curtain, leading to the grandest stage of them all. I merely close my eyes in awe and stand before it, knowing that i will be doing exactly this in one week time when i attempt to capture my second World Heavyweight Championship against the one and only Raven. So elegant, so fiery, and yet so completely and utterly dangerous that she could kick me in the jaw and render me unconscious in a split second; actually, she has, on multiple occasions.
Even though this fact daunts over me; the fact that in all of my previous attempts i have not been able to capture my second reign...i do not fear. I do not feel the nervousness that comes with a "Last Chance", nor do i feel any motion in which i succumb to the pressure and miss my chance. Because i am Drake Hunter; the greatest wrestler to ever grace the squared ring, i am the only person in this company that has the skill and expertise to carry it as the World champion.
I push my arm through the curtain and i take my first step into my destiny; taking in the aura of the entire realm of Madison Square Garden, what will be MY realm. Every step i take towards the ring is simply extravagant, taking in the place where the big time began; the place where NYCCW began. Madison Square Garden, the centerpiece of wrestling in New York, and the American birthplace of Drake Hunter. This is MY home, and this is the location where destiny shall be fulfilled and i shall become the only multiple holder of any title in NYCCW.
Another step, and another, and another, until i am standing in the middle of the ring and i am looking directly up at the ceiling, the ceiling which will contain dozens of cameras as they capture the greatest moment in history, and they, just like the rest of the thousands of people watching, as i hoist the World title high in the air and take in the glory of it all; the crowds, the chanting, the fame and fortune that comes with owning New York City.
I simply stare above me, then shift my head to the rows of seats to the left of me, then to the right, and then directly ahead. I am the only person in the universe when i am in here, i am on top of the world, just like i will be on Saturday. The feeling is amazing, one of incredible glory, but as i finally stop taking it all in; the brilliance of the scene before me, there is a flickering, a sudden flash of light, before the entire arena descends into absolute and utter darkness.
I look around me and find nothing to have changed, there is no movement at all in the arena, and when the lights finally flicker on once more after a period of five seconds that felt like eternity i simply stare into the section of seats that i will be looking at in merely a few days time, and as i move my foot slightly i feel a weight shift under my feet. There is a piece of paper beside my right foot, folded perfectly into a square. I bend down to pick it up, only to feel unsure about what it contains. Nevertheless i pry open the paper, and i am immediately puzzled by the contents.
Enjoy your final days of solitude and relaxation; i'll be watching
What the hell? Is this some kind of trick or something? I am not somebody's toy to be played with; my life is not a game, it is perfection. My life is the one of sole importance in this company, and indeed in this life. Nobody will ever live up to the standards i set; so why aren't i allowed to express a little showmanship? I glance down at the piece of paper once more and i notice the tips of the corners are slightly marked with random numbers , so faint that i am almost unable to make out the fact that they are indeed numbers.
I have no clue what they mean, nor do i attempt to understand them; simply placing my hands on either side of the fragile paper and pulling down hard, ripping the sheet of paper in two and i fling it outside the ring, only to have my phone buzz in my pocket the moment the paper is released from my hands. I pull it out hesitantly, wondering if it had something to do with this H4CK3R, whoever he was. He was really starting to get on my nerves.
I pushed the button on top of my iPhone, and immediately the screen flashed into life. However, it was not the usual screen of me and Alyssa with the world title belt around my shoulder that greeted me upon the start up, but rather a strange grey screen, covered in static, that disappeared after five seconds to show a completely black screen, dark except for a small line that pierced the middle of the screen. After three seconds of silence the line began to move and sound emanated from the phone. It was not a usual sound, rather one of inaudible crackling and static.
It continued for thirty seconds before it finally disappeared, and silence continued. Three words appeared on screen for an extremely brief period of time before it disappeared once more and i was greeted by the familiar picture of me and Alyssa holding my World title belt. Except one thing was wrong...
Alyssa's face was crossed out.
I tried clicking the "Unlock" button but nothing happened, i tried again; once more nothing happened. Then i realized the true extent of what the three words that flashed on the screen said:
kill-drake.exe
The smell of deodorant bounces off the walls until it fills the entire building, desperately attempting to mask the ever viler scent of sweat as the wrestlers in Madison Square Garden make their impacts on the world. The entire world. Watching. Listening. Waiting... What an experience that is. To raise a championship belt high in the air, knowing that you are standing on the pinnacle of wrestling in the world; knowing that wherever people go, they will be thinking of you, thinking of what you have just achieved, or in my case, thinking of how the greatest wrestler in the world just lived up to his name...
I turn another corner and find myself face to face with the entrance curtain, leading to the grandest stage of them all. I merely close my eyes in awe and stand before it, knowing that i will be doing exactly this in one week time when i attempt to capture my second World Heavyweight Championship against the one and only Raven. So elegant, so fiery, and yet so completely and utterly dangerous that she could kick me in the jaw and render me unconscious in a split second; actually, she has, on multiple occasions.
Even though this fact daunts over me; the fact that in all of my previous attempts i have not been able to capture my second reign...i do not fear. I do not feel the nervousness that comes with a "Last Chance", nor do i feel any motion in which i succumb to the pressure and miss my chance. Because i am Drake Hunter; the greatest wrestler to ever grace the squared ring, i am the only person in this company that has the skill and expertise to carry it as the World champion.
I push my arm through the curtain and i take my first step into my destiny; taking in the aura of the entire realm of Madison Square Garden, what will be MY realm. Every step i take towards the ring is simply extravagant, taking in the place where the big time began; the place where NYCCW began. Madison Square Garden, the centerpiece of wrestling in New York, and the American birthplace of Drake Hunter. This is MY home, and this is the location where destiny shall be fulfilled and i shall become the only multiple holder of any title in NYCCW.
Another step, and another, and another, until i am standing in the middle of the ring and i am looking directly up at the ceiling, the ceiling which will contain dozens of cameras as they capture the greatest moment in history, and they, just like the rest of the thousands of people watching, as i hoist the World title high in the air and take in the glory of it all; the crowds, the chanting, the fame and fortune that comes with owning New York City.
I simply stare above me, then shift my head to the rows of seats to the left of me, then to the right, and then directly ahead. I am the only person in the universe when i am in here, i am on top of the world, just like i will be on Saturday. The feeling is amazing, one of incredible glory, but as i finally stop taking it all in; the brilliance of the scene before me, there is a flickering, a sudden flash of light, before the entire arena descends into absolute and utter darkness.
I look around me and find nothing to have changed, there is no movement at all in the arena, and when the lights finally flicker on once more after a period of five seconds that felt like eternity i simply stare into the section of seats that i will be looking at in merely a few days time, and as i move my foot slightly i feel a weight shift under my feet. There is a piece of paper beside my right foot, folded perfectly into a square. I bend down to pick it up, only to feel unsure about what it contains. Nevertheless i pry open the paper, and i am immediately puzzled by the contents.
Enjoy your final days of solitude and relaxation; i'll be watching
What the hell? Is this some kind of trick or something? I am not somebody's toy to be played with; my life is not a game, it is perfection. My life is the one of sole importance in this company, and indeed in this life. Nobody will ever live up to the standards i set; so why aren't i allowed to express a little showmanship? I glance down at the piece of paper once more and i notice the tips of the corners are slightly marked with random numbers , so faint that i am almost unable to make out the fact that they are indeed numbers.
I have no clue what they mean, nor do i attempt to understand them; simply placing my hands on either side of the fragile paper and pulling down hard, ripping the sheet of paper in two and i fling it outside the ring, only to have my phone buzz in my pocket the moment the paper is released from my hands. I pull it out hesitantly, wondering if it had something to do with this H4CK3R, whoever he was. He was really starting to get on my nerves.
I pushed the button on top of my iPhone, and immediately the screen flashed into life. However, it was not the usual screen of me and Alyssa with the world title belt around my shoulder that greeted me upon the start up, but rather a strange grey screen, covered in static, that disappeared after five seconds to show a completely black screen, dark except for a small line that pierced the middle of the screen. After three seconds of silence the line began to move and sound emanated from the phone. It was not a usual sound, rather one of inaudible crackling and static.
It continued for thirty seconds before it finally disappeared, and silence continued. Three words appeared on screen for an extremely brief period of time before it disappeared once more and i was greeted by the familiar picture of me and Alyssa holding my World title belt. Except one thing was wrong...
Alyssa's face was crossed out.
I tried clicking the "Unlock" button but nothing happened, i tried again; once more nothing happened. Then i realized the true extent of what the three words that flashed on the screen said:
kill-drake.exe
