Post by David Alastair on Jun 18, 2006 12:15:09 GMT -5
This is the fifth night that sleep has eluded David Alastair. Perhaps, it was because both Kyoko and his mentor were in hospital beds on different sides of the globe. Perhaps, it was David’s upcoming match with Creeping Death at Explosion. Impulses and thoughts ran rampant in David’s brain, asking questions of what happened for the past two weeks. But also, could the mysterious phone calls from before play a part in all this madness?
David is left to wonder. He turns over to his left side, to the digital clock in the distance. 2:13 in the morning. In a time where others dream those sweet dreams, Alastair is plagued by nightmares that keep him awake. And those nightmares didn’t only exist in the realm of the sleeping psyche, but in the waking world as well.
Earlier in the week, he visited both Kyoko and Mentor. Both were recovering, but in not well of shape to communicate as of yet. Something out of the ordinary happened, something that was out of his control. Like a calm before the storm, right before the worst barrels straight into his life. The storm reminiscent of conflict. Conflict that will become a full-scale war of souls.
After his match with one Creeping Death in the Crucifixion Match, he’ll go on warpath. He’ll find who did this. However, a thought struck him. What about Uncle Ben? What about Allison? How will they be involved? Can David Alastair shelter them for the war looming ahead against a mysterious adversary?
Another problem. Who is that mysterious adversary?
Creeping Death, as well as other WCF wrestlers, did not know of David’s private life as well as the person who attacked Mentor and harass his friends. Private matters were one’s responsibility to hold. To make their lives and struggles public is one road, while taking care of matters outside of the ring was another road. Sadly, some wrestlers took the road that lead into the squared circle rather than staying out of the public eye. David knew that Torture and Creeping Death took to the ring, but would he have to follow suit? Or could he take care of the problem on his own time?
Speaking of the challenger for the WCF championship and his upcoming opponent at Explosion, David had to face them at Sunday Slam in a matter of hours.
Just then, David winced. Yet another impulse that entered his wondering mind. Mentor’s bandaged face, echoing what could be her last words to David.
“…don’t worry about me, worry about yourself…”
No. How can he worry about himself?
David turns again on the hotel bed, facing the ceiling.
How can he worry about himself while his loved ones have either been affected or are potentially will be in the middle of this war? Faces of his mentor, Kyoko, Uncle Ben, and Allison flash in David’s psyche.
David finally sat up. He heaves a deep sigh, looks down for a moment, and glances up.
Words seem to fail this time. Thinking out loud did wonders, but more thoughts ran through faster than words could be developed.
Exhausted, David leaned back. Taking one more glance of the clock, he smiles. 2:35 in the morning. Sleep was finally coming back to David, a long needed rest for the hard work put into another hectic week. Alastair knew that this will only be the beginning.
A beginning he will be prepared for. A beginning of the upcoming storm that David will weather through once again.
This time, he’ll be prepared.
David finally closed his weary eyes as his world goes dark. Just for a little while, anyways…
David is left to wonder. He turns over to his left side, to the digital clock in the distance. 2:13 in the morning. In a time where others dream those sweet dreams, Alastair is plagued by nightmares that keep him awake. And those nightmares didn’t only exist in the realm of the sleeping psyche, but in the waking world as well.
Earlier in the week, he visited both Kyoko and Mentor. Both were recovering, but in not well of shape to communicate as of yet. Something out of the ordinary happened, something that was out of his control. Like a calm before the storm, right before the worst barrels straight into his life. The storm reminiscent of conflict. Conflict that will become a full-scale war of souls.
After his match with one Creeping Death in the Crucifixion Match, he’ll go on warpath. He’ll find who did this. However, a thought struck him. What about Uncle Ben? What about Allison? How will they be involved? Can David Alastair shelter them for the war looming ahead against a mysterious adversary?
Another problem. Who is that mysterious adversary?
Creeping Death, as well as other WCF wrestlers, did not know of David’s private life as well as the person who attacked Mentor and harass his friends. Private matters were one’s responsibility to hold. To make their lives and struggles public is one road, while taking care of matters outside of the ring was another road. Sadly, some wrestlers took the road that lead into the squared circle rather than staying out of the public eye. David knew that Torture and Creeping Death took to the ring, but would he have to follow suit? Or could he take care of the problem on his own time?
Speaking of the challenger for the WCF championship and his upcoming opponent at Explosion, David had to face them at Sunday Slam in a matter of hours.
Just then, David winced. Yet another impulse that entered his wondering mind. Mentor’s bandaged face, echoing what could be her last words to David.
“…don’t worry about me, worry about yourself…”
No. How can he worry about himself?
David turns again on the hotel bed, facing the ceiling.
How can he worry about himself while his loved ones have either been affected or are potentially will be in the middle of this war? Faces of his mentor, Kyoko, Uncle Ben, and Allison flash in David’s psyche.
David finally sat up. He heaves a deep sigh, looks down for a moment, and glances up.
Words seem to fail this time. Thinking out loud did wonders, but more thoughts ran through faster than words could be developed.
Exhausted, David leaned back. Taking one more glance of the clock, he smiles. 2:35 in the morning. Sleep was finally coming back to David, a long needed rest for the hard work put into another hectic week. Alastair knew that this will only be the beginning.
A beginning he will be prepared for. A beginning of the upcoming storm that David will weather through once again.
This time, he’ll be prepared.
David finally closed his weary eyes as his world goes dark. Just for a little while, anyways…
