Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 30, 2020 18:31:57 GMT -8
Another long drive. Longer this time.
His grip alternated between loose and unbelievably firm, the whites of his knuckles showing time and time again as he replayed those thoughts in his mind. No radio to distract him, no calls to interrupt. Just him, alone with his thoughts. Trying to piece everything together.
He pulled into a gas station, making as minimal conversation as possible with the clerk as he paid the fee. $3.25 for gas, the lowest it had been in a while in California, and still it felt too much. He put in enough to make it across state lines, resolving to fill up every time while in Nevada.
A long drive. But one filled with purpose.
It had been years since he’d last seen this place, and in much better standing than it was currently in. At one point this place hosted some of the most intense battles in wrestling, innovating new match types and seeing just how violent their competitors could be. There had been reunion shows, one night specials to honor the memories that laid there and the wrestlers that passed through the halls.
Now… it lay dormant. Closed since that night back in 2018. The night-
No, he thought. Best not to think of that.
Steeling his resolve, he looked around the area, memories coming and going as he passed. It was if ghosts themselves remained, visions of pirates, a raptor, a blue asteroid and an owl filtering in and out. Of deals made, dead coming back to life, dreams and nightmares, love and loss. He saw dynamite, inching closer and closer to detonation only to be wrapped in yellow and saved from exploding. The compound itself seemed to be alive, the battles replaying over and over, their essence walking around and even through him. He could feel it, and given all that he had experienced, he couldn’t say it was all in his head. Perhaps it truly was alive.
Making his way through, he suddenly found the area he was looking for. Careful to maneuver himself around, he entered that secret passageway that Aaron had once told him about in a drunken stupor. Navigating through the area, he found himself stopped momentarily by a wooden door only to break it down moments later. Gripping his shoulder, he soldiered on, ignoring the pain responses and focusing on moving forward. This was important, something that called to him for the past several nights until he finally made the trip. As he entered the main area, he looked around in wonder before smiling to himself.
He was inside the SinArena.
His grip alternated between loose and unbelievably firm, the whites of his knuckles showing time and time again as he replayed those thoughts in his mind. No radio to distract him, no calls to interrupt. Just him, alone with his thoughts. Trying to piece everything together.
He pulled into a gas station, making as minimal conversation as possible with the clerk as he paid the fee. $3.25 for gas, the lowest it had been in a while in California, and still it felt too much. He put in enough to make it across state lines, resolving to fill up every time while in Nevada.
A long drive. But one filled with purpose.
It had been years since he’d last seen this place, and in much better standing than it was currently in. At one point this place hosted some of the most intense battles in wrestling, innovating new match types and seeing just how violent their competitors could be. There had been reunion shows, one night specials to honor the memories that laid there and the wrestlers that passed through the halls.
Now… it lay dormant. Closed since that night back in 2018. The night-
No, he thought. Best not to think of that.
Steeling his resolve, he looked around the area, memories coming and going as he passed. It was if ghosts themselves remained, visions of pirates, a raptor, a blue asteroid and an owl filtering in and out. Of deals made, dead coming back to life, dreams and nightmares, love and loss. He saw dynamite, inching closer and closer to detonation only to be wrapped in yellow and saved from exploding. The compound itself seemed to be alive, the battles replaying over and over, their essence walking around and even through him. He could feel it, and given all that he had experienced, he couldn’t say it was all in his head. Perhaps it truly was alive.
Making his way through, he suddenly found the area he was looking for. Careful to maneuver himself around, he entered that secret passageway that Aaron had once told him about in a drunken stupor. Navigating through the area, he found himself stopped momentarily by a wooden door only to break it down moments later. Gripping his shoulder, he soldiered on, ignoring the pain responses and focusing on moving forward. This was important, something that called to him for the past several nights until he finally made the trip. As he entered the main area, he looked around in wonder before smiling to himself.
He was inside the SinArena.