Last of A New Breed (#1 for Insurrection) -- GWA Insurrection Role-play board

[\|...Open the curtains, the shows begun...|/}

XVIII.

History...in it's repeated voyage throughout our lives, it has come to no circumstances that I cannot deal with it. Maybe there is something out there for people like me to do and whatever that is, I will follow right along down the path, rowing my boat near the stream and trying to find everything I thought I had inside of a puddle of mud. It means that within the surface, I'm no different than Ranma for violence has been the solution to every problem I've ever faced and within these problems lie more problems. For Tuesday night, I was almost successful in my attempt to claim the International title just only one mistake made in the entire match which was going for too much at once. Now, I know what that means and no it is not something that I can stop the flow of common history to go out and do it. For it seemed that I was destined to become champion on this night, I was destined to keep my title on the next night...I failed.

And right along with that, my ship sunk lower than it ever did in my wrestling career, never was I the same after it all for there were the glandular differences. He had given up on life and now within the confinement of chains and a gag over my mouth to speak what I can speak, the time for my departure off of this place is in place and now, I don't bid you an adieu for that would be more like a suicide, no it's a change in my personality from that of the sober and depressed to that of the sickness brewing inside, the vexation of rage promoting violence for right now this is the time to show it, there is no falling back! There is no second chance for this occurrence! I must let him back into my heart before I be swallowed up by the recluse! For right now, it's the that takes me down into the pits of rectum and complete loss if I allow that to happen...I am giving up for him and right now...I give myself to you...

You wish I'd give up on everything now wouldn't you? I release all of the hanging symptoms that bind me towards living in fear of another man. No longer is this going to happen, for in others, for inside of the Fans Wrestling Federation there is thou and now he must fall in order for my transgressions to be promised into fulfillment. For right now, this is not the time to play the game if you do not know how to play it. It's not the time to try and cower into corners thinking if I click the heels of my shoes I'll return back home. No, this is no fairy tale and right now I speak on whether or not you get to return to everything you once imagined as a success. For is it not my job that makes me nor is it the work of a diety profiling me to go to such a route in my lifetime...it is that because for so long I've grown wearisome of what somethings have to offer to me and not with Saotome inside of the Glass Fist in GWA, another place I must prove myself. I face turncoats like myself and for the extremes of everything around me. This is not the Infamous C-FU song Cash Rules Everything Around Me by the Wu Tang Clan. For I'm not Michael Trey who died for this sport and was worshiped as a GOD for it. I'm not Brandon Louden, who believes in the omitting of actual being and procession of life. I'm not who hides behind his own shadow thinking it will help him in the battle fields, and I am not Ranma Saotome who feels it necessary for everything corrupt upon the golden spire to crumble and let arise of the new being to commence. No, I'm Drake Maxwell and this soap opera that you view everyday I bring it to you is my life.

{\|...Silence for the fallen...|/}

XIX.

The night crept still as the forest of television antennas, apartment buildings stood out with lights showing their existence in this world. His head was like a blinder, swirled up with many items inside of it yet all mixed together and grinded into one special topic. He couldn't seem to find a place to sleep right now, coming only hours before losing two matches in back to back nights. However, it was the first time he had been tested thoroughly in either federation since he gained an easy victory over Tempest and Chris Cage to get the Maximus title. Now it was in the hands of Anton Rayge and something he would have to do later in his career in order to get the title back onto his chest. Awakening to the scene of a strange place is a reminiscent of waking up in the place of Wonderland. "Curiouser and Curiouser.." So many new sights to see and sounds to experience...but where to begin? There may come a time where a beginning to something is actually an end to another...or vice versa...or maybe they're the same thing, yet we do not experience it as much as many believe we should. In that case, where does the middle lie? As logic states, there is always a beginning, middle, and end to something we all progress in, in every tale inside of a book, every expedition we salvaged, and every journey we take. Fret about it on your own time of solitude for now...

We begin...

The long sliding sound of the paper screen door is the first thing you see, followed by soft footsteps on the wooden floorboards approaching ahead. Two sets of feet..one in high heels and another in barefeet, yet another extension of my profound use of sensory. There is silence for about a few minutes, as the chirping of meadows and frolicking birds cut through it like a hot knife. Considering today's moderation for silence, nature's basic early morning noises are never paid attention towards. In order for their to be complete and silence in its rawest form of pure and given ability, there must be nothing.

Then I felt a pair of long nails scrape up the side of his head as they pulled the blindfold from my face. This was the first time that I was able to see my surroundings. I was in a dojo of sorts, with white sliding doors and walls decorated with Japanese illustrations of bamboo, flowers, and trees. The frames of the doors and walls were light brown wood, matching the wood grain pattern of the floor as well. The light within the room was emitted from natural sources, being the sunlight shining in through the paper walls.

"Morning."

I said that with a tired groan, my head felt like a pinball machine that had been worn out thanks to much of the maneuvers I had gone through in the past two nights. From the Jagged Reality by Jason Hartnell to a Super Powerbomb by Anton Rayge. It was only the woman who had been apart of my days since the beginning. Mainly because I had met her through everything my pains went through. Since I could only want to lay inside of the bed, my rich attempt for getting somewhere was being diced every second I stayed inside of the confines of the bed. As the woman tugged her empty heart out, I kept his hands on the back of his head starring at the ceiling.

"Are you ever going to get up?"

"Only when I feel the time is right."

"And what time will that be?"

"When the world is nothing more than a peace and utopia in which the authors of past wrote about. Where there is no hunger, no riot, no political scandals rocking to the focal point of nations lost. We both hope for the sake of everything Amy, that with life there is the end of existence, and where existence ends, life begins."

"That'll win a few good responses here and there, but do you think that cuts it with everyone else? No! Look at yourself Drake, no one happens to like you right now for what or who you are and thats the point that peace will never work! Evil is still inside of the hearts of everyone inside and you know it yourself."

"Must we continue this? For sakes, surreal ramifications from all parties are in occurrence and right now, I don't even fear for what just might happen. I'm not in action for what I am responsible for. For within everyone's faults there is everything that holds them back from an even greater fault."

"Does it look like I care about them?"

I shook my head 'no' causing a sigh from her part as I happened to be continuing my stare into the void of grey. An angry look came upon her face as she pulled the sheets one more time, still not moving me an inch. I rolled my eyes at her shaking my head in displeasement with her actions. What could have blamed me for this? She had done nothing to even try and help my situation, none whatsoever and this be the day of Valentine. There was no Happy Valentine's Day Card on my dresser, nothing but her constant nagging and our complete bickering...

" Need I remind you of the last two days? I mean Tuesday night I could have won the International title from the waist of Jason Hartnell, but I failed and really I felt bad about it. Then come last night, I lose my Maximus championship to Anton Rayge, giving him Grand Slam status in the process, so I'm tired of giving up everything to everybody."

"Maybe you need a little inspiration to help you over this..."

She jumped onto the bed, not in desperation but out of determination to get me out of bed and upon the floor. With a solemn push, she got me out and onto the floor where I saw their faces out of tiny bubbles above my head. Ranma Wednesday in Charleston South Carolina. I was not in wonders of what Ranma could do to my body, maybe cut and lacerate it like he had done with the blade only weeks ago, before I went back for treatment. This time however, he was on the high rise and I was on the middle stage to him, but now I've risen to a level higher than him inside of the G.W.A. Really no fear comes to my mind trying to defeat Ranma. Not that I've done it before but Ranma is into surreality and now, so surreal that thy face be covered in glass with the sharp edges puncturing the skin...blood leaking onto the mat. It happened to be his specialty, to make someone feel pain, the evil...

Was it my place to see if Saotome was even fit enough to make a suitable opponent? No, it was his and even now what transpired inside of the Fans Wrestling Federation was only a piece of our interlinked puzzle. Amy pulled me up as I grabbed her hand. She was leading me somewhere, but only without puzzling moments or question was given by myself. Walking out of the dojo, I felt nervous, the roar in my stomach just odd to detail. It's like a complete rewind from finish to start culmination - Wednesday night at Insurrection.

" Well ready to leave, because everything is ready..."

Sometimes, I wish she'd never get me into these things. She'd come back on with the same thing - guilt of enlighten trip. It fairly sucks and right now isn't what I need, I've told her this before, she doesn't seem to like listening though.

" You really think that this will help me?"

I sigh, for her pity and for her sake of expedition. I don't find her to be one of the more lyrical and passionate people in life for she just has to be maybe the most simple, yet complex person I've ever met, and this is why she is my adviser.

"Well of course!"

"Maybe you didn't get it the first time, I have to face Ranma Saotome in a Glass Fist match at Insurrection next Wednesday night. You don't walk away for a spiritual retreat when you have to face Ranma, that is called cowardice."

She shrugged to herself and began to walk out of the room, sliding open the paper screen door and hanging her head out of the door, something I expected for her to do. There was nothing I could do to stop her, for this was her game not mine. If it were, it'd be much different and I would probably still not go to this spiritual retreat because spirits are a bunch of pure bullshit and when you've got a man more focused than myself as your opponent, there is nothing you can do to make you say yes to other options. I felt a quake under my feet, as the boots hugged to the floor as they left an imprint onto the floor with the mark of the sole design. Muttering under her breath were the words that I closely expected from her...and something I truly will not regret when I step into the ring Wednesday night.

"Ugh, wrestlers..."

And then she was gone, and I returned to silence once more, something that we all needed from time to time as everything flew by so quickly barely you could catch back up to speed with everything because you've wasted time doing it.

"She'll never understand...never."

And I was right with what I said, she was not able to dictate what was going to occur in my life, neither was a person or spirit who was thought to be hovering over me watching my every move. It was now that two occurrences were to happen. Defeat Ranma at Insurrection, or lose to Ranma at Insurrection. For once, it was that clear to me that whether or not I became the victor or loser, my path would be different. Neither would it be determined on count out or disqualification. Blood would be spilt, but now it was to end Ranma. Now it was to be scorn upon thy heart Ranma and now, it's time to destroy and rebuild...