Post by Lynx on Aug 8, 2018 14:18:39 GMT -5
Some months ago..
He liked to think about himself as being a dreamer.
The last dreamer on earth sat alone in a room
There was a knock at the door...
He stood up and opened it. Reality was standing there, face to face with him. He didn't like what he saw. He grabbed his long, black trench coat and stormed outside. The city streets were almost empty. It was three am, after all. He lacked sleep lately. His thoughts almost streamed out of his ears , leaving behind a deafening stormy sound.
He walked through the city streets, the cold, morning, wind took some old newspaper pieces with it and slammed them in his face. He took the newspaper page and tried to read some of it.
He couldn't
It was dark and gloomy after all. Besides, it was not important. It was yesterdays news.
Yesterdays news.
Just like he was feeling right now!
But why? Why was he feeling like that?
He was in his prime. Young, strong, healthy and successful. Why was he feeling old and washed up?
..Why wouldn't them leave him alone with their dirty and jealous remarks?
He successfully finished his bachelors degree
They said it was because of his renowned family.
He successfully achieved almost everything in his job, within months of being there
They said it was because of his looks.
He defeated almost everyone in his young path in the wrestling world
They said it was because of puroresu and the league wanting to be politically correct.
He was sick of these people. These ugly, cynical and jealous people. Living their lives like scared beasts. Scared of everything and everyone, scared even of themselves. They were hypocrites. Unable to be honest about anything, scared that anything that they could say or could do could cost them their mediocre aspirations.
They wore Masks!
They wore masks all day long. Masks that were able to hide their true feelings and thoughts from the world. They were scared worms, unable to take off their masks even when they were alone. Standing alone, in front of the mirror, they gazed at themselves and saw what they were sure they wanted to see...
..A Mask!
He found himself standing at the river bank. It was his favorite place. Sitting at riverside he could let his thoughts stream without worrying that anyone could read them.
People, they wore masks.
Some more than others.
He shook his head. He never did that. Almost never.
But he could if he needed to!
He shook his head. Then he took a deep breath
..A mask! In the Ring!
No one would know who he was.
They would not be able to accuse him of winning because of his influential family.
Nobody could accuse a mysterious fighter about that.
The would not be able to accuse him about anything that had to do with looks or influence. He would be an unknown, standing alone in the ring. They would not be able to say he won his matches because of anything but pure skill.
And what about puroresu?
Well, in Japan everyone was a puroresu fighter.
Japan! The land of his dreams! Now he had a reason to be there..
He stood up and started walking towards his hotel room with agile steps, almost running.
...And so it began!
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The last Dream on earth sat alone in a room
...There was a Knock at the door!
