Post by Deleted on May 7, 2014 18:18:31 GMT -5
WFWF REBORN - A SOLOMON ROLEPLAY
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
It took four long months as I awakened into my Mother’s arms as she sung away on the sunny day in Tempe, Arizona. Her eyes pierced my heart as I swung back and forth in my lucid state. In twelve hours, I would be surrounded by a large cell structure locked in with three other men and one oddly absent woman.
The shutters in my room opened up as the sun beams flowed into the small square space as Mother had a smile; her son was getting his big chance. Her long brown hair fell onto her shoulders as her dark blue eyes continued to pierce my heart. It froze me.
I sat there with a glare in my eye just observing her every movement. She had a cheery bounce with every step as she pulled out my clothes for the evening; it had to match her outfit. A bright blue shirt with pants, and she handed them to me with a kiss on the cheek.
Her lips were as soft as a pillow as she gently swam her hand in my hair. She continued to look at me, but her expression changed from earlier. She now looked puzzled as she looks into my eyes. With every bat of her eyelids, I can sense a feeling of emptiness inside of me.
“I hope you’re ready for tonight, sweetie,” she said softly while continuing to gaze into my eyes, “I can’t be there to protect you.”
She then swiftly walked away from my dazed state as I got up and put on my picked out clothes. The pants fit perfectly as Mother looked on to me from the other room. I put on my shirt that surprisingly was a little snug, that couldn’t be right.
“Hey mom... Did you, by chance, pick the wrong shirt?”
She poked her head into the doorway once again noticing the tightness of my shirt against my body. Her eyes bounced around, as she undid her apron and came back into the room.
“Solomon, Solomon, Solomon. You’re not ready,” She said as her eyes once again pierced my body. Evil was growing in her body as her face changed from pasty white to a very bright red, “This is our only chance at glory, and what have you done?!? You’ve gone and wasted it all away.”
Her eyes flashed black as her face turned back to white, as she raised her right hand and swayed it forward connecting with my cheek. Her hands weren’t soft anymore as the stone hand whipped my head back, forcing my body to tumble to the ground.
My body lay limp as consciousness left my body. The warmth of the ground being the last thing I felt at the moment. Mother standing over top of me burned into my mind as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
According to the dictionary, defeated is an adjective in which it details, 'having been beaten in a battle or other contest'.
I myself have lost a battle. SuperBrawl VIII, standing in the middle of the ring against Scarlett Quinn, Thunder, Shawn Malakai and Trace Demon, was my day of defeat. Not only was I defeated, but my Mother was also defeated.
She wanted a winner, a champion of a son. The son that she always wanted to be the defined winner in every contest that he was in. She was the one who pushed me to become better. To learn how to be at my best.
But that didn't happen.
I let her down.
That morning of the big event in Tempe, Arizona, I made a promise to my Mother that I would walk out as WFWF World Champion. I swore on my Mother's life that I would walk out being champion of the world...
Words have more meaning than I thought...
Today, Mother disappeared suddenly. Without any notice, I woke up and she was gone. I sat there wondering what had happened. Was I the one who caused this? Was it my fault?
Of course it was. I swore on her life. I didn't think that was such a literal term, but when you lose someone the day after, it becomes real. A literal shock.
And as I sit here, writing this down on this little piece of paper, my tears soaking the ink in, I realize that only one thing had caused this.
It wasn't Mother looking out for me with all her heart. It wasn't her only son who used some vocabulary that he shouldn't have. It wasn't even the horrendous fall her sunshine took off the top of the Hell in a Cell.
No, it was something else that had taken her away from me. Scratch that, it was someone else: Trace f*cking Demon.
Trace Demon was the man who risked his own life by eliminating me from the match in Tempe. From way up in the air, much to the idiotic bewilderment of the fans, Trace Demon and Solomon Crow fell down to their demise to demolish the announce table down below.
As I was being stretchered out to the back, I saw Mother for the final time. Beautiful as always, she smiled to me and waved. If only I knew that was the final moment... I would've got back up and won...
But I didn't. I let her down. I let myself down. These tears don't reflect a happy man, moreso a broken man. A broken man not only physically but mentally.
It's finally coming full circle, I guess. Months ago, under her reign, I went around and helped those who needed it. Matthew, Lukas, and Randye all needed me. They needed a man like me to help them.
And now look at them, Randye got his job back as an unpaid interim for the WFWF. Matthew is gone writing child's books, and he's pretty damn good at it. And Lukas is down at the developmental center.
Big f*cking happy ending, right?
Wrong. Things aren't black and white.
I lost the one woman who meant the world to me, and I am the reason as to why she left. I am the cancer that killed her.
So let this be clear. I am not a man anymore...
A man needs to have a soul to actually be a man. My soul has been taken away from me. I realize this as I'm writing. I am soulless. Not a good state to be in, but hey, why should I keep a soul when I just caused one to leave.
Here's to you Mother, I just killed a man, put my words against her head, opened my mouth and now she's dead. Mother, my time has come. It's time to face the truth and say goodbye to it all.
As I head into the Cage this week against Trace Demon once again, there will be no desire to win or to lose. I just want to brutally hurt the man who caused all of this.
Be awakened Trace, because this is my last swan song to get her back.
No matter what happens, Mother, I'm coming home.
I myself have lost a battle. SuperBrawl VIII, standing in the middle of the ring against Scarlett Quinn, Thunder, Shawn Malakai and Trace Demon, was my day of defeat. Not only was I defeated, but my Mother was also defeated.
She wanted a winner, a champion of a son. The son that she always wanted to be the defined winner in every contest that he was in. She was the one who pushed me to become better. To learn how to be at my best.
But that didn't happen.
I let her down.
That morning of the big event in Tempe, Arizona, I made a promise to my Mother that I would walk out as WFWF World Champion. I swore on my Mother's life that I would walk out being champion of the world...
Words have more meaning than I thought...
Today, Mother disappeared suddenly. Without any notice, I woke up and she was gone. I sat there wondering what had happened. Was I the one who caused this? Was it my fault?
Of course it was. I swore on her life. I didn't think that was such a literal term, but when you lose someone the day after, it becomes real. A literal shock.
And as I sit here, writing this down on this little piece of paper, my tears soaking the ink in, I realize that only one thing had caused this.
It wasn't Mother looking out for me with all her heart. It wasn't her only son who used some vocabulary that he shouldn't have. It wasn't even the horrendous fall her sunshine took off the top of the Hell in a Cell.
No, it was something else that had taken her away from me. Scratch that, it was someone else: Trace f*cking Demon.
Trace Demon was the man who risked his own life by eliminating me from the match in Tempe. From way up in the air, much to the idiotic bewilderment of the fans, Trace Demon and Solomon Crow fell down to their demise to demolish the announce table down below.
As I was being stretchered out to the back, I saw Mother for the final time. Beautiful as always, she smiled to me and waved. If only I knew that was the final moment... I would've got back up and won...
But I didn't. I let her down. I let myself down. These tears don't reflect a happy man, moreso a broken man. A broken man not only physically but mentally.
It's finally coming full circle, I guess. Months ago, under her reign, I went around and helped those who needed it. Matthew, Lukas, and Randye all needed me. They needed a man like me to help them.
And now look at them, Randye got his job back as an unpaid interim for the WFWF. Matthew is gone writing child's books, and he's pretty damn good at it. And Lukas is down at the developmental center.
Big f*cking happy ending, right?
Wrong. Things aren't black and white.
I lost the one woman who meant the world to me, and I am the reason as to why she left. I am the cancer that killed her.
So let this be clear. I am not a man anymore...
A man needs to have a soul to actually be a man. My soul has been taken away from me. I realize this as I'm writing. I am soulless. Not a good state to be in, but hey, why should I keep a soul when I just caused one to leave.
Here's to you Mother, I just killed a man, put my words against her head, opened my mouth and now she's dead. Mother, my time has come. It's time to face the truth and say goodbye to it all.
As I head into the Cage this week against Trace Demon once again, there will be no desire to win or to lose. I just want to brutally hurt the man who caused all of this.
Be awakened Trace, because this is my last swan song to get her back.
No matter what happens, Mother, I'm coming home.