Post by Steele on Aug 24, 2019 8:08:50 GMT -5
APRIL 1st, 1997...
I can't see anything. My face is wet and cold - my whole body is. I seem to be lying flat on my front.
I don't know how I got here. I don't even know where I am.
I hear a noise. It's warped and dissonant, swirling inside my head. It repeats over and over, like the pounding beat of a drum.
My head hurts. A lot. I can feel the blood pounding inside my skull.
I try to push my face up off of the floor, but I am weak.
Another distant sound grows louder, getting closer. Suddenly, I feel something on one of my shoulders and I am rolled over onto my back.
I feel a cold breeze blast across my face, and wet spots tapping my skin. Pain surges through my body, but at least I can breathe. As I open my eyes, they seem to take forever to adjust to the light. It's not even that bright. My vision is blurred and a fuzzy image swims around in circles in front of me. It soon comes into focus, and I see a figure crouching over me, their eyes fixed upon mine and their mouth is moving - this is apparently the source of at least some of the sound, although I cannot clearly discern what they are saying to me. It might as well be a collection of random noises. Another figure, a different form, sits on the ground next to me, its drumbeat voice now silenced. The one leaning over me rubs the smaller one's head, they seem to be congratulating it.
As I look up to the sky, I can see faint spots of light above me, far away. They are barely perceptible in a slowly-brightening sky. They seem to calm me somewhat.
They don't seem to be having the same effect on the figure crouched over me though, or their companion. The taller one stands up on two feet, and holds out a hand as if to tell me to stay where I am.
I don't feel like I could go anywhere right now even if I wanted to.
The tall one turns and runs away from me, the smaller one following on four legs. As I look back up to the fading points of light, my vision goes black again.
When I think back to that day twenty-two years ago, the memories are hazy. I remember lying in the grass in the rain beneath the stars, a man walking his dog finding me and raising the alarm... and not much else.
I don't remember anything before that moment. I don't remember where I came from, I don't even remember who I am.
But I do know who I am now - my name is Leo Gemini, or at least that's the name I took for myself. Since the stars were the first thing to bring me comfort I developed a deep fascination with them and everything in the cosmos. I didn't even know at the time that my face was covered by a large star-shaped tattoo, it's like fate ensured that the stars above would soothe me.
The stars are apparently the one link I have to the past and the person I was before.
So wherever the stars lead, I follow. That's why I joined Phantom Star Wrestling. I feel like it's another instance of fate guiding me.
I was a wrestler before, don't think that I just started doing this today because stars are involved... that would be ludicrous. I'm fully-trained and experienced, I've been all across the United States and Canada with independent promotions. I know the ropes.
But it never felt like it was my true calling, until now. It always felt a little bit like I might have been following the wrong signs, latching onto the fact that in some places the wrestlers are called "superstars"... I mean, you can't blame me for seeing the link.
But now I'm certain. This is my path to... well I don't know, really. I guess I'm looking for an explanation of some sorts. Will I find it in Phantom Star Wrestling? Maybe not, but the signs are so strong, they can't be wrong, surely?
I start my journey anew against "Deathstryke" Cyan Komar. A brutal and competent fighter, trained in the way of the ninja, he is sure to prove a significant challenge.
But one thing he will learn very quickly is that no matter how adept he may be at stealth, you cannot hide from the stars.
No matter how brutal and violent he may be in the ring, nothing can compare to the power of the universe.
I promise now that I will go on to win this tournament, and I will find out the truth about myself.
I can't see anything. My face is wet and cold - my whole body is. I seem to be lying flat on my front.
I don't know how I got here. I don't even know where I am.
I hear a noise. It's warped and dissonant, swirling inside my head. It repeats over and over, like the pounding beat of a drum.
My head hurts. A lot. I can feel the blood pounding inside my skull.
I try to push my face up off of the floor, but I am weak.
Another distant sound grows louder, getting closer. Suddenly, I feel something on one of my shoulders and I am rolled over onto my back.
I feel a cold breeze blast across my face, and wet spots tapping my skin. Pain surges through my body, but at least I can breathe. As I open my eyes, they seem to take forever to adjust to the light. It's not even that bright. My vision is blurred and a fuzzy image swims around in circles in front of me. It soon comes into focus, and I see a figure crouching over me, their eyes fixed upon mine and their mouth is moving - this is apparently the source of at least some of the sound, although I cannot clearly discern what they are saying to me. It might as well be a collection of random noises. Another figure, a different form, sits on the ground next to me, its drumbeat voice now silenced. The one leaning over me rubs the smaller one's head, they seem to be congratulating it.
As I look up to the sky, I can see faint spots of light above me, far away. They are barely perceptible in a slowly-brightening sky. They seem to calm me somewhat.
They don't seem to be having the same effect on the figure crouched over me though, or their companion. The taller one stands up on two feet, and holds out a hand as if to tell me to stay where I am.
I don't feel like I could go anywhere right now even if I wanted to.
The tall one turns and runs away from me, the smaller one following on four legs. As I look back up to the fading points of light, my vision goes black again.
When I think back to that day twenty-two years ago, the memories are hazy. I remember lying in the grass in the rain beneath the stars, a man walking his dog finding me and raising the alarm... and not much else.
I don't remember anything before that moment. I don't remember where I came from, I don't even remember who I am.
But I do know who I am now - my name is Leo Gemini, or at least that's the name I took for myself. Since the stars were the first thing to bring me comfort I developed a deep fascination with them and everything in the cosmos. I didn't even know at the time that my face was covered by a large star-shaped tattoo, it's like fate ensured that the stars above would soothe me.
The stars are apparently the one link I have to the past and the person I was before.
So wherever the stars lead, I follow. That's why I joined Phantom Star Wrestling. I feel like it's another instance of fate guiding me.
I was a wrestler before, don't think that I just started doing this today because stars are involved... that would be ludicrous. I'm fully-trained and experienced, I've been all across the United States and Canada with independent promotions. I know the ropes.
But it never felt like it was my true calling, until now. It always felt a little bit like I might have been following the wrong signs, latching onto the fact that in some places the wrestlers are called "superstars"... I mean, you can't blame me for seeing the link.
But now I'm certain. This is my path to... well I don't know, really. I guess I'm looking for an explanation of some sorts. Will I find it in Phantom Star Wrestling? Maybe not, but the signs are so strong, they can't be wrong, surely?
I start my journey anew against "Deathstryke" Cyan Komar. A brutal and competent fighter, trained in the way of the ninja, he is sure to prove a significant challenge.
But one thing he will learn very quickly is that no matter how adept he may be at stealth, you cannot hide from the stars.
No matter how brutal and violent he may be in the ring, nothing can compare to the power of the universe.
I promise now that I will go on to win this tournament, and I will find out the truth about myself.