Post by atlasx0x on Jun 9, 2008 16:21:09 GMT -5
Voices...deep and dark, maniacly badgering Dante's mind. Tossing and turning, sweating like a wild animal, suddently...a flash.
Dante sat up, he found himself laying on the floor of his locker-room. Drenched in sweat and shivering like a lost dog in the arctic. He had a searing headache, and his body felt sore for no apparent reason, breathless. Picking up a watch he looked at the time, it was still five hours till Overload premiered on XWATV. Dante was baffled of how he got here and why he was there. The last thing he had remembered was throwing some guy onto the floor...then...darkness. Catching his breath Dante rose to his feet, his gray sweat pants and white tank top were both soaked. Stripping down Dante entered the showers and meditated for a while. After drying off and redressing in similar clothing Dante walked over and sat down on the couch that XWA had graciously supplied him.
What...is happening to me. It happens in shorter intervals every day, this...almost dead mind state that I am put in. What has become of me? Ever since my match with Marcus this has been happening, it almost feels like I have been hit by a truck.
Dante observes the bruises and scrapes that were mysteriously all over his arms and legs.
Dante picked up a dumbell from underneath his couch and began to curl it, suprisingly he found it a lot easier to curl this one-hundred pound weight than usual.
What the hell have I been doing, or..what the hell has my body been doing.
Suddently he heared officials and security running down the hall screaming about how some had destroyed the arena's weight room, there were steel bars sent through walls and weights strown around the entire room. Dante suddently is hit with a flash of memories, cloudy and hard to see. Just...glimpses of a dark figure running rampid through his mind.
What the...
As quickly as this vision came it disappeared as his lockeroom door brashly opens and a figure enters...
Dante sat up, he found himself laying on the floor of his locker-room. Drenched in sweat and shivering like a lost dog in the arctic. He had a searing headache, and his body felt sore for no apparent reason, breathless. Picking up a watch he looked at the time, it was still five hours till Overload premiered on XWATV. Dante was baffled of how he got here and why he was there. The last thing he had remembered was throwing some guy onto the floor...then...darkness. Catching his breath Dante rose to his feet, his gray sweat pants and white tank top were both soaked. Stripping down Dante entered the showers and meditated for a while. After drying off and redressing in similar clothing Dante walked over and sat down on the couch that XWA had graciously supplied him.
What...is happening to me. It happens in shorter intervals every day, this...almost dead mind state that I am put in. What has become of me? Ever since my match with Marcus this has been happening, it almost feels like I have been hit by a truck.
Dante observes the bruises and scrapes that were mysteriously all over his arms and legs.
Dante picked up a dumbell from underneath his couch and began to curl it, suprisingly he found it a lot easier to curl this one-hundred pound weight than usual.
What the hell have I been doing, or..what the hell has my body been doing.
Suddently he heared officials and security running down the hall screaming about how some had destroyed the arena's weight room, there were steel bars sent through walls and weights strown around the entire room. Dante suddently is hit with a flash of memories, cloudy and hard to see. Just...glimpses of a dark figure running rampid through his mind.
What the...
As quickly as this vision came it disappeared as his lockeroom door brashly opens and a figure enters...