."It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have something like a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream. It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this."

[Slung onto the moment was a parch diamond, glowing in the night's sky for it did not matter who did it belong to, just who was its master for the time being. The sticky feeling of dripping perspiration along with the saunter of heat coming in from the open window. This, is the place of where right now you sleep for the reasons to just let it all come down and end so tomorrow can come and replace what was today. Drake wished that right now as he continued pacing around in January's winter wonderland amongst heat. Right now Drake is sitting on a bed, poorly made up with the covers shifted around just so it actually looked like a decent job. Nothing should ever come out good of a decent job when you barely finish the job itself. He kept to himself, being quiet for what was happening, his first match since winning the Maximus title two weeks ago. Going into this, Drake was confidant in his job right now not a lost coming for him since he even got to the Gladiator Wrestling Association or the Fans Wrestling Federation. But right now, as the Maximus title lay on the side of the red baron colored dresser, his thoughts were elsewhere.]

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[The feeling of anxiety is calling him for some reason for Drake to not be prepared on trying to beat Tempest on Insurrection this upcoming Wednesday night, but rather on the love of his now pregnant girlfriend Amy. She didn't accompany him for this trip as she usually would for most of the trips that they would take, but now it seems certain that she went to the doctor for a checkup on how far along is she. By Drake's last knowledge, two months ago she broke the news of it and that was a while back. Fascination over life is tight over him right now, and that is why he didn't want to just leave her there in Detroit. So now not only does he have to worry about a pregnant girlfriend, he now has to worry about a man he has faced before - at End of Innocence in Tempest.]

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Pick up the phone and call her.

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[His mind continued to keep telling him to do that, for the sole purpose of just being nice towards the lady. Just to be nice towards everything and let it all hang out, yes this was his mindless plea for insanity: his own thoughts. Lady luck right now was nowhere to be seen, if she was, Drake would not be in the predicament he is in right now. But as the old saying goes, "Luck comes with a pricetag."]

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Are you just going to sit there and pity yourself?

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[Still did he sit there, not amongst the walls of the hotel room or the sounds of endless pillow talk from the other room next to him, all he continued to think about was her and not the match at hand. This was his weak point, he could not think of two different things at once for that just would not be a right thing to do, he'd get off track with what he wanted to accomplish. What was that is peace and a World title with a catchy name added on towards it.]

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Breathe easy, today is where we have a long day ahead of us.

Maybe I should, maybe I should not, as I see the cameraman, the people with the programs watching on as their favorite spills his blood, drips his sweat and cries his tears, they know how I feel because they have been through this time after time, day in and day out. You know like the back of your hand, yet when you realize just what does it take for a story to get across to them, you fold up like a accordion. Yet, when you just happen to come down to facing the green facts that in all aspects the colors of the Crayola Box are another fragment of discovery about ourselves. Green is either money or envy of another person- hence the phrase "green eyed monster." Understand that people back you into a corner and you have to duke it out with the people you either hate or love. In this case trying to take some of the words I say out of context. Yes Tempest could go silent during this and even do the Macarena for all I care right now. Tempest is not one of those people who are in fact a threat to myself, for those only come at a higher billing. This is a Hardcore title that I carry around with me and it is not for the weak of heart I kid you not. For I have to topple a reign of 62 days in the now absent Joey Jackson. Tempest is now numero one on the list of people I have to go through to enjoy that peace of mind. It comes at a better price than what most of you are asking for.

Breathe

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And then, we all have to look down upon the fact that what I do is something only a few could be recognized for what they did in the lifetimes that they were upon this earth and then you happen to find them, just the stoned immaculate for all of your troubles. When you find yourself right back in them.

Darkness

[A blank expression crossed his face as he stood where he had been countless times before, probably man's second home other than the one they built for themselves. He knew this, because everyone else happened to know it. It was not like he had not left it as it were now we all know where that place happens to be whether or not many of society likes it to be this way, but life must exist with suffering or life as we know it would be a boring place. Now would not it?]

"Relief from all of this man, this is quite a breather," Drake said to himself while standing over the stone gray colored urinal. "Takes a while to understand it all though."

Another patron inside of the rest room yells to Drake while straining on the toilet, "Yeah I hear that!"

"That's the problem with the world today, to many non-believers."

"True, but are you one?"

Drake behind and looks in the cubicle which employs the man at the time, "Believer of what?"

"You know, Christianity."

"No." Drake states emphatically," The religion gave up upon me with the verses, all a poet's blunder. Every time we call out for God, he ends up not answering as some sort of final judgment for his divine plan. It's all total liability."

"Sure about that one?"

Drake smiles to himself and shrugs without the guy in the stall looking, "More sure than me being a champion."

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[Drake chuckles to himself as he flushes the toilet and releases himself from the rest room as the man in the stall continues to chuckle to himself and call out a few more questions before noticing that Drake has left. Drake looks to both sides of himself, starring down a hollow moment where he could just walk away with high emotions, but that would not be his style as he so effortlessly would tell it. He blinks twice before moving towards his car and opening the door. Inside the car is a revelation Drake didn't see when first coming into the place. A young woman with blonde hair and nice features lies sprawled out on the back seat of the car. Drake looks at her with obvious glare wondering how did she get into the car, and why in the world did she get in his? Another moment for Drake to ponder on as the story of his life continues.

Darkness

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