Post by atlasx0x on Jan 7, 2009 21:09:22 GMT -5
So there it was, once again Dante was bloody, beaten, and bested. The last three seconds of his season were the hardest moments of his life, lying in the ring on his back covered with blood, watching as Micheal celebrated his victory over the titan.
Is this really it? Is this what the pinnacle of my existence comes to?
Still on the mat lying motionless, he stared into the lights as if they began to dim. Dante then rubbed his forehead with his hand and looked at it, nothing but a crimson mask. Wiping his hand on the mat he slowly rolled out from underneath the bottom rope and began the hardest walk of his life up that seemingly endless ramp. All he could hear in his mind was voices of how worthless he was, how he would never make anything of himself.
You will never be anything but a stone for others to step on and take what you think is in your grasp. Pure trash lying on the sidewalk on a rainy day, just waiting to be washed down the drain.
Dante never turn around to look back, he simply shoved the curtain out of the way and progressed towards his locker room. All he could see was his fellow combatants celebrating their wins and their gold. Then it went black and all he could see was himself standing in a puddle of his own blood, and the pain realization came to him. He fell to his knees and stared at his reflection, all he could see was a failure. A broken and bloody failure. He began to fall into a seemingly endless pit, surrounded by his past failures and losses.
Marcus....Osiris....Kayn....Blade....Micheal, all mocking him as he fell. Laughing at him. Dante awaiting the inevitable bottom, awaiting for the final crunch. But it never came. Then finally, he opened his eyes. He was on his hands and knees in a mangled lockeroom. Everything around him was destroyed, weights were strewn across the floor, there were holes in the walls, the remains of a shattered mirror were lying in front of him. A single shard of glass was lying below him, when Dante looked into his reflection he saw himself standing in the middle of a ring with the XWA Championship wrapped around his waist. The platinum shining around his waist was as if it was where it belonged. Yes, there was blood on the mat, but this time it was not his.
Is this really it? Is this what the pinnacle of my existence comes to?
Still on the mat lying motionless, he stared into the lights as if they began to dim. Dante then rubbed his forehead with his hand and looked at it, nothing but a crimson mask. Wiping his hand on the mat he slowly rolled out from underneath the bottom rope and began the hardest walk of his life up that seemingly endless ramp. All he could hear in his mind was voices of how worthless he was, how he would never make anything of himself.
You will never be anything but a stone for others to step on and take what you think is in your grasp. Pure trash lying on the sidewalk on a rainy day, just waiting to be washed down the drain.
Dante never turn around to look back, he simply shoved the curtain out of the way and progressed towards his locker room. All he could see was his fellow combatants celebrating their wins and their gold. Then it went black and all he could see was himself standing in a puddle of his own blood, and the pain realization came to him. He fell to his knees and stared at his reflection, all he could see was a failure. A broken and bloody failure. He began to fall into a seemingly endless pit, surrounded by his past failures and losses.
Marcus....Osiris....Kayn....Blade....Micheal, all mocking him as he fell. Laughing at him. Dante awaiting the inevitable bottom, awaiting for the final crunch. But it never came. Then finally, he opened his eyes. He was on his hands and knees in a mangled lockeroom. Everything around him was destroyed, weights were strewn across the floor, there were holes in the walls, the remains of a shattered mirror were lying in front of him. A single shard of glass was lying below him, when Dante looked into his reflection he saw himself standing in the middle of a ring with the XWA Championship wrapped around his waist. The platinum shining around his waist was as if it was where it belonged. Yes, there was blood on the mat, but this time it was not his.