A View From Above
May 1, 2016 8:54:17 GMT -5
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Post by Gemini Battle on May 1, 2016 8:54:17 GMT -5
The View From Above
A hundred feet is a long way down, and in that time I had some time to reflect. Was I really going to lose? Of course I was. I’m a fucking loser… that’s what I do. I lose in the big matches. But what the fuck ever. I have fun doing it, and damn do I look good. And look at the shit Joey Flash has to bring every time we step into the ring. I mean, he’s good, but when he faces me he’s great, and that’s because he knows that I’m never going to stop coming hard at him.
So I look up at the sky. How the fuck did he do it? How did I even get propelled this high in the air when just moments ago I had him in the ‘Victory March’ and had the win in my reach. Then suddenly… outta nowhere… here I am, staring at the lights as they get closer and closer. I almost reach them before I drop down.
The bright lights have never been hotter than at this distance, the temperature must be a hundred degrees hotter, a degree per foot, and I feel the beads of sweat come off my brow and drop down. The sounds of the fans is edifyingly quiet, or maybe I’m just so far fucking up here I can’t hear anything else any more.
Then that familiar sensation. You know that feeling when you wake up from a deep sleep and think that you’re falling out of bed into oblivion… no, not THAT Oblivion… Imagine you fell into Oblivion then he like just caught you and raped you or something… that would be pretty… pretty terrible I would say.
No, you feel like you’re falling out of bed and you wake up and you’re really right there in the center of the bed surrounded by beautiful naked women… or men if that’s what you’re into… and your erection touches someone next to you and they wake up because you woke up and you’re all ready for another round of ‘who am I inside?’
Well that’s kind of how this felt. I felt like I was falling out of bed but when I opened my eyes I was falling… and falling and falling and falling and it wasn’t going to fucking stop. And I didn’t dare look down to see the ring coming closer and closer because there was no way I was going to survive this. There was no way anyone could survive a fall from this height.
So I tucked my chin to my chest and braced myself, when it happened… I started tilting backwards… like feet over head and suddenly the top of my head was headed straight down in a perfect 10 point dive… but this was NOT the way I wanted to fall. If I was going to survive this fall I was going to have to reposition my body.
But I was weightless, and fighting against gravity. I had nothing to hold onto and I was still in a daze, reeling from the fact that I flew 100 fucking feet in the air. I mean, what the fuck, how does something like that happen? So I flail and I wave my arms. I go from a corpse position to a wild flailing child having a temper tantrum desperate to get the last bag of fruit snacks that his asshole sister just ate.
I try desperately with all my heart, and will and determination and I finally turn just enough as the mat connects with the back of my neck about as fucking awkwardly as it could… but somehow… I’m alive. I’m not just alive… but I’m gonna kick out of this. I’m going to get up and I’m going to win this match. I feel the pressure on the mat beneath me as Stanley Moser pounds his arm hard so the entire world can hear. I know that I’m going to kick out before the three.
1…2…
KICKOUT!
I did it. I kicked out. I look up and the bright lights are gone, replaced by fluorescent lights. I look around and Joey Flash is gone, replaced by Jervis Cottenbelly, the WCF lead doctor. I look around for the crowd and all I see are the barren walls of a hospital room and the smell of the ring mat is replaced by the sanitary smell of a room made to keep all infections away.
Jervis apparently sees me open his eyes and he smiles at me.
Jervis
You okay?
Grayson
Did I win?
Jervis
No…
Of course fucking not…
A hundred feet is a long way down, and in that time I had some time to reflect. Was I really going to lose? Of course I was. I’m a fucking loser… that’s what I do. I lose in the big matches. But what the fuck ever. I have fun doing it, and damn do I look good. And look at the shit Joey Flash has to bring every time we step into the ring. I mean, he’s good, but when he faces me he’s great, and that’s because he knows that I’m never going to stop coming hard at him.
So I look up at the sky. How the fuck did he do it? How did I even get propelled this high in the air when just moments ago I had him in the ‘Victory March’ and had the win in my reach. Then suddenly… outta nowhere… here I am, staring at the lights as they get closer and closer. I almost reach them before I drop down.
The bright lights have never been hotter than at this distance, the temperature must be a hundred degrees hotter, a degree per foot, and I feel the beads of sweat come off my brow and drop down. The sounds of the fans is edifyingly quiet, or maybe I’m just so far fucking up here I can’t hear anything else any more.
Then that familiar sensation. You know that feeling when you wake up from a deep sleep and think that you’re falling out of bed into oblivion… no, not THAT Oblivion… Imagine you fell into Oblivion then he like just caught you and raped you or something… that would be pretty… pretty terrible I would say.
No, you feel like you’re falling out of bed and you wake up and you’re really right there in the center of the bed surrounded by beautiful naked women… or men if that’s what you’re into… and your erection touches someone next to you and they wake up because you woke up and you’re all ready for another round of ‘who am I inside?’
Well that’s kind of how this felt. I felt like I was falling out of bed but when I opened my eyes I was falling… and falling and falling and falling and it wasn’t going to fucking stop. And I didn’t dare look down to see the ring coming closer and closer because there was no way I was going to survive this. There was no way anyone could survive a fall from this height.
So I tucked my chin to my chest and braced myself, when it happened… I started tilting backwards… like feet over head and suddenly the top of my head was headed straight down in a perfect 10 point dive… but this was NOT the way I wanted to fall. If I was going to survive this fall I was going to have to reposition my body.
But I was weightless, and fighting against gravity. I had nothing to hold onto and I was still in a daze, reeling from the fact that I flew 100 fucking feet in the air. I mean, what the fuck, how does something like that happen? So I flail and I wave my arms. I go from a corpse position to a wild flailing child having a temper tantrum desperate to get the last bag of fruit snacks that his asshole sister just ate.
I try desperately with all my heart, and will and determination and I finally turn just enough as the mat connects with the back of my neck about as fucking awkwardly as it could… but somehow… I’m alive. I’m not just alive… but I’m gonna kick out of this. I’m going to get up and I’m going to win this match. I feel the pressure on the mat beneath me as Stanley Moser pounds his arm hard so the entire world can hear. I know that I’m going to kick out before the three.
1…2…
KICKOUT!
I did it. I kicked out. I look up and the bright lights are gone, replaced by fluorescent lights. I look around and Joey Flash is gone, replaced by Jervis Cottenbelly, the WCF lead doctor. I look around for the crowd and all I see are the barren walls of a hospital room and the smell of the ring mat is replaced by the sanitary smell of a room made to keep all infections away.
Jervis apparently sees me open his eyes and he smiles at me.
Jervis
You okay?
Grayson
Did I win?
Jervis
No…
Of course fucking not…
