Post by The King on Jan 28, 2018 11:25:52 GMT -5
SOMEWHERE...
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I hear the donging of church bells. Ding, dong. I look around and surrounding me are angels, all in a circle. It's a blistering white light, am I dead? I put my hand over my head and scour the area, looking for signs of life. But no, all I see are angels in the form of bright lights. I speak, my voice echoes down the sea of whiteness.
Hello? ..Hell? ..Hel? ..He?
Nothing, no response. Just a deafening silence. I place one foot forward to walk, to look around and make sense of where I stand, when I hear a noise. Something coming from a brown slab in the distance. A brown slab? That wasn't there a minute ago. I slowly walk my way towards it, my feet echoing as they hit the white concrete floor. It's concrete? As I make my way to the brown slab I notice it's familiar shape, a rectangle, a firm, sturdy rectangle. I slowly rub my hand upon it when. Oh. It's a door. I push it open and realize where I am. I'm in the photographer's room. Backstage.
Oh.
I step into the outside as people rush on by, running around with their equipment, ready to put on one hell of a show. But what show? Where? Who? I look down at myself and realize I'm butt naked, besides for one cloverleaf, covering my [REDACTED]. It magically floats upon my dingaling dong, resting there with ease.
The heck?-
Excuse me, Mr. HardKore! Where is your championship title? Wooooooo!
I all of a sudden look up and on instinct cover my [REDACTED]. The old man, of whom said such words, doesn't pay attention to what's going on down there. Instead he looks at my shoulder and smiles.
Ah, there it is. Wooooo!
I look upon my shoulder aswell and... Wait... What?! How the heck did that get there?! The Combat Heavyweight Championship? Hang on a second. What the heck is going on? Am I tripping on God's green grass or something?
How the? What the? What's going on?
I ask as the old man ignores my question and struts away. I look back down and the title is still firmly around my shoulder. I try to grab it and peel it off, but it's stuck to my skin. What? I turn to head back into the photography room and someone's in there, a buff man with some Slim Jims in his hand. He's shouting at the top of his lungs, "Ooooooh yeaaaa"! What the heck? I turn back round and standing in-front of me now is a monster of a man.
WATCHYA GONNA DO BROTHA?! WHEN THE COMBAT CHAMP STANDS INFRONT OF YOUUUU!
The man grabs my hand and shakes it as firmly as he can, I feel all my bones crushing. He walks away and big boots an incoming backstage personal, before bouncing against the brick wall and leg dropping him into oblivion. I slowly back away from both the room I came and the mess on the floor, I turn and running past me, shaking his arms in the air and wailing at the top of his voice, is a man in colorful neon spandex. I nearly get knocked down by the sheer force of him and watch him as he hits a massive body splash upon the man who got knocked into oblivion. Sending him further into the deep dark dimension of reality. I turn to face where I was heading and am met with a green alien.
Mhmmmmmm! Spiritual leader, I am!
I jump out of my skin in fright.
OH MY GOODNESS WHAT THE- Wait. Grand Master Yoda?!
The little green alien nods his head and the world around me becomes white again, I'm back in what seems to be heaven. The title has disappeared from my shoulder and into oblivion, something inside of me feels like it's missing, like I need to get it back. The little green alien circles me with his miniature stick and breathes heavily. He surveys me up and down.
Big fight, you have. Win, you must. Here to train, I am. Two opponents, you have. The wicked combination of Satoshi Tenryu and Taane, Mhmmmm!
He bangs his stick upon the white nothingness and two figures appear in the distance, my two opponents.
To achieve greatness, beat them you must. One step forward, you will be, to the gold, you will have. Hear me, you do.
Win, you must.
WIN, YOU MUST.
WINNNNN, YOU MUSTTTTT.
WINNNNNNNNNNNNN, YOU MUSTTTTTTTTT.
He thrusts the stick into my chest-
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-And I wake up. Now tell me, was that a dream? Or a nightmare?
Oh.
I step into the outside as people rush on by, running around with their equipment, ready to put on one hell of a show. But what show? Where? Who? I look down at myself and realize I'm butt naked, besides for one cloverleaf, covering my [REDACTED]. It magically floats upon my dingaling dong, resting there with ease.
The heck?-
Excuse me, Mr. HardKore! Where is your championship title? Wooooooo!
I all of a sudden look up and on instinct cover my [REDACTED]. The old man, of whom said such words, doesn't pay attention to what's going on down there. Instead he looks at my shoulder and smiles.
Ah, there it is. Wooooo!
I look upon my shoulder aswell and... Wait... What?! How the heck did that get there?! The Combat Heavyweight Championship? Hang on a second. What the heck is going on? Am I tripping on God's green grass or something?
How the? What the? What's going on?
I ask as the old man ignores my question and struts away. I look back down and the title is still firmly around my shoulder. I try to grab it and peel it off, but it's stuck to my skin. What? I turn to head back into the photography room and someone's in there, a buff man with some Slim Jims in his hand. He's shouting at the top of his lungs, "Ooooooh yeaaaa"! What the heck? I turn back round and standing in-front of me now is a monster of a man.
WATCHYA GONNA DO BROTHA?! WHEN THE COMBAT CHAMP STANDS INFRONT OF YOUUUU!
The man grabs my hand and shakes it as firmly as he can, I feel all my bones crushing. He walks away and big boots an incoming backstage personal, before bouncing against the brick wall and leg dropping him into oblivion. I slowly back away from both the room I came and the mess on the floor, I turn and running past me, shaking his arms in the air and wailing at the top of his voice, is a man in colorful neon spandex. I nearly get knocked down by the sheer force of him and watch him as he hits a massive body splash upon the man who got knocked into oblivion. Sending him further into the deep dark dimension of reality. I turn to face where I was heading and am met with a green alien.
Mhmmmmmm! Spiritual leader, I am!
I jump out of my skin in fright.
OH MY GOODNESS WHAT THE- Wait. Grand Master Yoda?!
The little green alien nods his head and the world around me becomes white again, I'm back in what seems to be heaven. The title has disappeared from my shoulder and into oblivion, something inside of me feels like it's missing, like I need to get it back. The little green alien circles me with his miniature stick and breathes heavily. He surveys me up and down.
Big fight, you have. Win, you must. Here to train, I am. Two opponents, you have. The wicked combination of Satoshi Tenryu and Taane, Mhmmmm!
He bangs his stick upon the white nothingness and two figures appear in the distance, my two opponents.
To achieve greatness, beat them you must. One step forward, you will be, to the gold, you will have. Hear me, you do.
Win, you must.
WIN, YOU MUST.
WINNNNN, YOU MUSTTTTT.
WINNNNNNNNNNNNN, YOU MUSTTTTTTTTT.
He thrusts the stick into my chest-
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-And I wake up. Now tell me, was that a dream? Or a nightmare?