Post by Eron Hunter on Jul 1, 2020 14:46:19 GMT -5
Night was running ahead of itself
Gabriel Blight, the young-white haired-angelic faced man had some difficulty getting into bed. He sat near the window, gazing at the stars that filled the night sky, while thinking he would gladly smoke a cigarette right now.
Too bad he quit smoking ages ago.
And drinking was nothing he would like to do and had never done in his entire life. His father had gotten drunk a million times. Enough for him, his whole family and the entire other generations coming after them.
Gabriel shook his head, cracked his knuckles and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He put on his t shirt and tied his shoes. After a second, he was slamming his apartment door shut, rushing out of the building into the dark city side streets.
The night was dark. Almost too dark to be good. The stars hid behind thick black clouds at the moment. They were shining strong just instants ago, yet now they did not. Gabriel was wearing complete black and he could entirely camouflage in the city night, if it wasn’t for his white mane, reflecting the feeble street lantern light.
He walked calmly for some more minutes, after which he found himself standing in front of the silent lake shore. The waves moved back and forth, filling the silent surroundings with a calm whispering sound.
Gabriel smiled.
It was his usual ironical grin, to be honest, not a fierce, disrespectful one. Nope. Just a small ironical grin, coming from someone that appears to be thinking about something. Something about which this very person thinks to have found the answer. It was a calm smile now, more than a grin.
The boy was at ease.
He belonged to the city, just like the lake did. They were part of something much bigger than themselves. They were there and everything else, in the city, did too. There was not much of a need for bigger questions. Everyone needs a place to belong to. A job to like, a family to be a part of, a fight to be won. We all do need to give meaning to our existence…
…Gabriel Blight did.
His existence had a meaning.
He was a fighter!
And all he did was fighting. With joy and serenity. The very joy and serenity that streams from every pore of a man that knows what he is doing. A man that has a meaning for his existence. Blight did. He was a human being and just like every other human being, he had many questions about his very own existence.
Most of them had an answer!
He existed because he did. He lived because he was able to feel joy and sorrow. He was a human being because he had dreams.
Most of them he fulfilled. Some of them he was living in right now!
He always dreamt he would be a fighter. And now, there he was. Fighting was his bread and butter.
Gabriel Blight.
The man. The fighter. The Dreamer..
He took a deep breath and looked calmly towards the advancing lake waves.
He belonged to the city. He belonged in the ring.
The young man was at ease.
The scene opens up in a small room.
Gabriel Blight is sitting in the center of the room, on a chair, arms crossed on his chest.
The room walls are filled with posters. Many of them are past, legendary wrestlers.
Gabriel points at one of them.
Eric Dane is in the middle of the poster, with a writing which reads “The Only Star” in it.
Gabriel grins, ironically, and starts speaking in his usual calm tone.
“Many of us fighters grew up with a poster of one of our most favorite wrestlers, on their wall. For many of us it was Eric Dane! To be honest, fighting in the same federation as he does, is an honor and a privilege.
Yet…
The poster hanging on my wall, when I was a kid, was not that of Eric Dane!
Nope.
The poster hanging on my wall, when I was a child, was that of a Indy legend. A fighter as talented as they come. A great Warrior and a Dreamer.
The poster hanging on my wall...
...It was that of Vagabond!”
Gabriel stands up from the chair he was sitting in and starts pacing around the room. Looking lost in thoughts, while gazing at the floor. He stops walking, for some instants, and resumes his speech. This time a bit more emotional than he should allow himself to be.
“Many of you will look in stupor and in disbelief. Many of you will do that because many of you…
…Have no clue who the hell Vagabond is or was. And you will be right to be clueless. Vagabond. The wrestler, was a backyard wrestling legend, so to say. He was great in the indies.
But..
When it came to the grand stage, he fell short of being impressive. He failed to impress himself too. Because even if he managed to sign for Defiance Wrestling…
-I mean the grand stage Defiance Wrestling. The Defiance wrestling of about ten years ago, when it was cool and meaningful-
…He failed to be consistent and vanished from the pro wrestling scene without a trace. No one, to this day knows where he is.
That, to me is a lesion!
The poster of Vagabond is still hanging in my childhood room. It represents a lesion for me. It means that one should never give up.
Never surrender!
Physical prowess is nothing if not meant to be together with mental strength. I have learned that lesion years ago and I know that I have to fight every day.
Andrew Brookes..
You, my friend are next!
Next in the long story of my own story. The story towards Stardom.
The story in which I prove that I am ready to live the dream.
Next
Just Next!”
Fade to Black
Gabriel Blight, the young-white haired-angelic faced man had some difficulty getting into bed. He sat near the window, gazing at the stars that filled the night sky, while thinking he would gladly smoke a cigarette right now.
Too bad he quit smoking ages ago.
And drinking was nothing he would like to do and had never done in his entire life. His father had gotten drunk a million times. Enough for him, his whole family and the entire other generations coming after them.
Gabriel shook his head, cracked his knuckles and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He put on his t shirt and tied his shoes. After a second, he was slamming his apartment door shut, rushing out of the building into the dark city side streets.
The night was dark. Almost too dark to be good. The stars hid behind thick black clouds at the moment. They were shining strong just instants ago, yet now they did not. Gabriel was wearing complete black and he could entirely camouflage in the city night, if it wasn’t for his white mane, reflecting the feeble street lantern light.
He walked calmly for some more minutes, after which he found himself standing in front of the silent lake shore. The waves moved back and forth, filling the silent surroundings with a calm whispering sound.
Gabriel smiled.
It was his usual ironical grin, to be honest, not a fierce, disrespectful one. Nope. Just a small ironical grin, coming from someone that appears to be thinking about something. Something about which this very person thinks to have found the answer. It was a calm smile now, more than a grin.
The boy was at ease.
He belonged to the city, just like the lake did. They were part of something much bigger than themselves. They were there and everything else, in the city, did too. There was not much of a need for bigger questions. Everyone needs a place to belong to. A job to like, a family to be a part of, a fight to be won. We all do need to give meaning to our existence…
…Gabriel Blight did.
His existence had a meaning.
He was a fighter!
And all he did was fighting. With joy and serenity. The very joy and serenity that streams from every pore of a man that knows what he is doing. A man that has a meaning for his existence. Blight did. He was a human being and just like every other human being, he had many questions about his very own existence.
Most of them had an answer!
He existed because he did. He lived because he was able to feel joy and sorrow. He was a human being because he had dreams.
Most of them he fulfilled. Some of them he was living in right now!
He always dreamt he would be a fighter. And now, there he was. Fighting was his bread and butter.
Gabriel Blight.
The man. The fighter. The Dreamer..
He took a deep breath and looked calmly towards the advancing lake waves.
He belonged to the city. He belonged in the ring.
The young man was at ease.
***
The scene opens up in a small room.
Gabriel Blight is sitting in the center of the room, on a chair, arms crossed on his chest.
The room walls are filled with posters. Many of them are past, legendary wrestlers.
Gabriel points at one of them.
Eric Dane is in the middle of the poster, with a writing which reads “The Only Star” in it.
Gabriel grins, ironically, and starts speaking in his usual calm tone.
“Many of us fighters grew up with a poster of one of our most favorite wrestlers, on their wall. For many of us it was Eric Dane! To be honest, fighting in the same federation as he does, is an honor and a privilege.
Yet…
The poster hanging on my wall, when I was a kid, was not that of Eric Dane!
Nope.
The poster hanging on my wall, when I was a child, was that of a Indy legend. A fighter as talented as they come. A great Warrior and a Dreamer.
The poster hanging on my wall...
...It was that of Vagabond!”
Gabriel stands up from the chair he was sitting in and starts pacing around the room. Looking lost in thoughts, while gazing at the floor. He stops walking, for some instants, and resumes his speech. This time a bit more emotional than he should allow himself to be.
“Many of you will look in stupor and in disbelief. Many of you will do that because many of you…
…Have no clue who the hell Vagabond is or was. And you will be right to be clueless. Vagabond. The wrestler, was a backyard wrestling legend, so to say. He was great in the indies.
But..
When it came to the grand stage, he fell short of being impressive. He failed to impress himself too. Because even if he managed to sign for Defiance Wrestling…
-I mean the grand stage Defiance Wrestling. The Defiance wrestling of about ten years ago, when it was cool and meaningful-
…He failed to be consistent and vanished from the pro wrestling scene without a trace. No one, to this day knows where he is.
That, to me is a lesion!
The poster of Vagabond is still hanging in my childhood room. It represents a lesion for me. It means that one should never give up.
Never surrender!
Physical prowess is nothing if not meant to be together with mental strength. I have learned that lesion years ago and I know that I have to fight every day.
Andrew Brookes..
You, my friend are next!
Next in the long story of my own story. The story towards Stardom.
The story in which I prove that I am ready to live the dream.
Next
Just Next!”
Fade to Black
