Post by Silver_Highwind_Magician on Apr 19, 2010 2:21:11 GMT -5
[Paranormal - Part 1]
He sits… Pondering the events of his lackluster career, he sits in silence and inner reflection. To become a great fighter, one must see beyond their physical body and become transparent. This transparency is called your inner self. Your inner self speaks of the things that must be corrected in order to succeed at a certain hard task. This young man --- in the prime of his twenties --- has entered into a world where not many survive for long… The world of professional wrestling.
His name is Paul --- Paul Levesque, a young man from Greenwich, Connecticut with big dreams of becoming a champion of champions. Never in his life did he expect to make it here, even if it means to sit backstage during a Wrestlemania event. In his own self-denying manner, Paul is very honored to be here amongst legends --- people that he’s grown up watching on television and seeing in person during wrestling events. To make it this far --- he knows that he’s taking the right path in his career. He ponders his possibilities with pride.
(“I am so close --- the future holds great opportunities for me. Imagine, me, my name in big lights --- people paying money to come and see me amongst the others? What I wouldn’t give to step forward in time and see where I am in my career by then… It’s an idea that's like a mental aphrodisiac to my senses --- a sort of stimulant that keeps me in a mental sense to want to entertain and be the best there is in this business. You know what? That is exactly what I will become one day --- the best there is. My mind’s made up… No more of this ‘rich boy’ stuff --- it’s time to start busting some heads and making a statement about myself. I won‘t stop until the whole world knows my name with great reverence --- kids will love me, girls will adore me, guys will respect me…as a legend.”)
“Well, well, well --- never thought I’d see you back here.”, sarcastically pokes the strong voice of a young Hispanic male. Paul irately looks at his locker room door. The young Hispanic male --- short, yet toned and muscled in stature --- says with a smile, “You look a mess, big guy! Sitting down and whining about your mistakes won’t take you anywhere in this cutthroat business!”
“You're a rookie yourself, so how would you know that?”, irately questions the taller competitor. “And what are you doing here, anyway? Aren’t you with that crappy ECW company?”
“Touché, but I’ll be bailing out of there soon --- just got a contract from a company called World Championship Wrestling and this place too.”, smiles the little luchadore. “Call me lucky, but I think I’ve got more going on for me right now than you do, big guy.”
“Yeah, lucky you --- now get out!”, barks the annoyed Paul.
The little luchadore approaches Paul with a smile while saying, “Relax, relax --- don’t let what I’m saying get you angry. That’s your problem… You blow up at the most unnecessary of times. That’s the main reason why you’re not out there right now, big guy. Think about it --- has your anger gotten you anywhere thus far?”
Paul reflects on himself. It's true --- he tends to lose his temper a bit too much during his matches. Paul is suppose to be a cool and sophisticated rich boy on stage, but in reality… Paul is what people would consider a time bomb waiting to explode at the most opportune moment. A secreted inferiority complex that he hides from most people is the sole reason why he’s always angry on the inside, and his anger is unleashed during most of his matches. That is no way for a warrior to win a battle --- one cannot swing a sword and defeat the opponent with anger alone. One’s attack will be ineffective and null, which will make the attack all for naught. Paul reflects about this for a moment…and gives his luchadore acquaintance his thanks.
“That made a lot of sense --- thank you, little guy.”, gratefully says the champion hopeful.
“Always pay attention to the wisdom of the younger generation. They might teach you a thing or two, old man.”
“I’m 25 --- that’s nowhere near being old, tiny tot.”, sarcastically says Paul in denial.
“Correction, big guy --- you’ve got 15 more years before you turn 40, and I’ll just be 35 around this time. So, either way, you’re the fossil in this room --- old man.”
“True --- but, you’re right behind me…that makes you old too, little man.”, giggles Paul. All of a sudden, the image of a metalloid man with fluorescent white eyes appears within the mirror behind the giggling luchadore. Paul stops laughing upon catching sight of the metalloid man in the mirror and fearfully asks, “Gutierrez, since your so smart, answer this --- do metalloid people actually exist inside of mirrors?”
The little luchadore turns around and looks at the mirror on the wall --- he catches a short glimpse of the metalloid man before it fades its image to appear transparent. Paul freezes with paranormal shock and fright. The little luchadore --- named Oscar Gutierrez, also known as Rey Mysterio, Jr. --- walks up to the mirror and begins examining it. He pokes onto the mirror with his right index finger out of curiosity. A metalloid finger comes out of the mirror and scares the little luchadore out of his wits. The metalloid man extends its right hand out of the mirror and pokes the luchadore on the forehead, causing him to fall down and back away in extreme fright. The metalloid man develops his image on the mirror, once again, smiling and giggling at the image of the frightened Oscar. Its image fades away into the glass, never to be seen again.
And then, the appearance of something develops on the mirror. It is a message conveyed to someone in the room. The message says, in a luminescent shade of royal blue, “Someday, master”. Paul stands up from his bench in a loss of fear, walks up to the mirror and places his left hand upon the glass. Never in his life did he think something like this would happen right before his very eyes. The emergence of a ghost --- a being from an alternate plane within the universe that holds the spirits of the dead and emotionally unsatisfied. But, this ghost didn’t appear that way --- it seemed satisfied with itself and, in a strange way, friendlier than expected. Little Rey stands to his feet in confusion.
“What are you doing --- do you want that thing to get you?”, worriedly asks the little luchadore of his wrestling brother. Paul shushes him. “Okay… Just be careful, big guy.”
Analytically, the young fighter says to his acquaintance, “That wasn’t any ordinary ghost. It didn’t feel cold, there is no sign of freezing sensations anywhere on this glass, and it was kind of friendly --- curious in a sense. And this message of light, ‘Someday, master’ --- I think it’s trying to say that…it’ll return someday.”
Holding his head in confusion, the little luchadore says, “Man --- that’s like a bunch of horror movie stuff! That thing, whatever it was, might come back to haunt us? Scary!”
As the luminescent message fades, Paul says with confidence, “I’m not afraid --- not one bit. This ghost had a message for us, which makes me suspect that something bad might happen in the future. Whatever it may be…I’ll be ready for it. I suggest that you ante up on your skills as well, little man.”
Mysterio nervously snaps out of his fright and confidently says, “Yeah, you bet I will! I will become stronger, just in case that ghost comes back --- or whatever it was trying to warn us about ! You can count on a new and improved me, big guy --- it‘s decided!”
Paul has a deep, gut feeling --- this unexplained paranormal activity must be the harbinger of a great event. To what event does this messenger speak of? If only these two young men knew --- their lives are intertwined with the future endeavors of the infant savior. But, that’s...another story…