DREAMS! Sunday

Sunday August 9^th 2009
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
World War Tour Event.


It was a very confusing night for me. I was attacked
multiple times by a man I have never even met before. I was trashed by a video
tape and beat down unexpectedly. Not to mention he got involved in a tag match
that wasn’t even schedule for him to be in it. I am not going to cry over spilt
milk because I got my own back a few days later which I will mention at a later
time.


It was the end of the match and I struggled to find my
senses. I had just received a mid-air Hollywood Impact! I was in so much pain.
I lay there on my back holding my abdomen and screaming in pain. I must have
broken a rib, and I landed badly on the back of my head. I rolled my head on
the mat and looked over at the ring ropes. Brenton climbed in the ring and
stood over me. He looked at Chuck Matthews as Nick Ridicule was going crazy in
celebrations. I turned onto my side and then to my stomach. I leaned on my
elbows and army crawled my way to the ring apron.


She was laid out on the pads surrounding the ring. She was
crying and holding her back. So I just sucked up my pain and ran to her aid.
Doctors rushed to the ring with a stretcher. She was in serious pain quite
clearly so let them do there job and got out of the way. I didn’t want to try
anything just in case I damaged her neck and spine alignment. They rushed her
backstage with a neck brace on, all as I held her hand. When we got to the back
they brought her to the infirmary. I sat with her as the doctor tended to her.
She was given some pretty good drugs and was knocked unconscious. So she was
off, to the hospital.


I said to myself I would go to see her later when she woke
up and I went to my locker room. Standing under the hot water dripping down on
my beaten muscles. I found the soothing feeling a relief from the night I just
had. Sitting in the pool of water from the shower before it evacuates down the
drain I sat and thought about things. Were the next generation of Salvation
really going to get the originals back together? Was I going to be kicked to
the cerb by my tag team partner and best friend? Or would he see the light and
realise the past is best kept in the past. I had to find out so I stepped out
of the downpour of hot water and dried off. Put on my new suit and grabbed my
three remaining championships and put them in my bag.


Oscar my limousine driver was outside awaiting for my call.
I rang him to ask him to tae my bags out. I had to find Brenton before he left.
I rushed down the halls, to his locker room. Knocked on the door and walked in.
No one was there. I looked in the showers and everything was gone. That was
quick, he must have been in a hurry.


I would ring him up later to see what was going on. My neck
hurt and I had a bad headache, so I just popped some pain pills and walked to
the car. My legs felt like jelly, maybe I took to many but they helped me. So
who cares.


When I got to the car I sat back and relaxed and fell
straight asleep. I dreamt about some weird ass shit. Now I was used to weird
dreams before. Like when Alison was raped by care bears or when I had barfed up
a car. But this was a different weird.


I awoke from some sort of sleep and my body was spread out on a cross.
The sky was fiery red with just the hint of a grey cloud flowing across. The
moon was to my left just reaching over the horizon and the wind set a chill in
my soul. Voices surrounded my head and I turned it left and right quickly
trying to find the source. The ground shook, and opened to reveal an orange
glow and heat that would sizzle an egg. A shadow rose from the crack. The
silhouette of a man. He raised his arms in the air to reveal a silver steak.
That silhouette drove that steak with all his might down and through my chest.
Screams filled the area from the deep pain I have been given, but who was this
person? The opposite side of the cross the ground opened once more. This time
the silhouette was carrying barbed wire. It proceeded to wrap the wire around
my neck and forehead, the spikes ripping apart my skin , blood pouring down my
face and neck and dripping to the floor below. The sun began to rise and the
silhouette faded to show the person behind it from the ground up. It became
clearer as the sun rose from the horizon. The sun revealed none other than Brenton
Cyrus and Chuck Matthews. A man and woman stepped out from the last remaining
shadows. It was none other than Nick Ridicule and his new girlfriend Ashley
Matthews. The walked over to the cross.
Brenton at the head of the cross and Nick at the feet of the cross, with the
both Matthews at either arm. They joined hands and chanted some weird ass shit.
I don’t know what the fuck it was. The were chanting and their necks were
swinging outlandishly fast. Like they were possessed or something. Lightning
came from the last remaining cloud in the sky and struck the silver steak that
was lodged in my chest. Electricity filling my body. Nick Ridicule steps
forward and speaks into my ear. “You are punished for how you treated our lord
and saviour. But you will never be forgiven.” At this point my body was
twitching and with every last bit of energy I had left I struggled to break
free from this cross. My arms broke free first, ripping them apart as the nails
cut through the bone and muscles. My feet pulled out by the remainder of my
hands, had a similar outcome. A broken beaten man I laid there with all that
was left was my head and chest. With one final jolt I pulled my head up and the
barbwire cut through my neck….then I awoke!


I flinched out of my sleep in the back of the limousine and
checked where I was. I held my neck then looked at my hands. It was just a
nightmare. A nightmare that maybe could be warning me of something. The car
stopped. And Oscar looked around quickly to see what happened. He was worried
something was wrong. The traffic was now piled up along the road. “Are you
okay?” He asked me. But of course I was now okay. Now that I realised I didn’t
have stigmata or a severed neck. I just told him to drive up to Rio
Hospital so I could catch up with
Alison. She should be awake by now. After all, I was awake after taking a
semi-lethal dose of pain pills, so she should be up.


W arrived at the Hospital and there was a small amount of
fans outside. Hoping that Alison would come out to them. But she is obviously
too hurt to move anywhere in a hurry. I walked past the fans. Just took a few
pictures and apologised that I couldn’t take more but I had to get up to see
her. I walked through the halls peeking in every door. Then I got to her room
and sat beside her bed awaiting her to awaken. I waited for a while. They had
just given her a fresh batch of sleepy juice.


When she woke up, she was still a bit fuzzy and was brought
back by the sight of me at bedside. But she snapped out of it and smiled that I
was there for her. She tried to reach around with her arms to adjust her pillow
but it wasn’t happening so I got up and helped then kissed her forehead. She
smiled again but barely and her eyes were squinted with all that medication
they gave her. The pain must have been horrible. She kept falling in and out of
sleep. I just waited for the doctor to arrive, so I could get the diagnosis on
Alison. The doctor arrived and pulled me to one side. Obviously didn’t want
Alison to worry, and for good reason as I would hear.


Mr. O’Shea this it’s very serious indeed. She suffered a
severe fracture to her lumbar. To be honest I would be very doubtful if she
could wrestle competitively again. Unless she wants to end up in a wheel chair.


This is awful. Doc are you sure about this. She cant
wrestle?


Well its not for certain yet but very likely. She will
have to be away to recover for a long time, now that’s for sure.


Alright Doc thanks for informing me. I will break it to her
gently later okay.


Okay sir please stay as long as you please.


The doctor left and I put my hands over my face.
Contemplating on how I could possibly reveal to Alison that she might not be
able to do her job anymore. I was feeling sick that I would have to do this. I
just sat down beside her and took some more pills. My neck was getting sore
again with the stress. Again I fell asleep and again I had another
unexplainable dream.


I was lying on the orange sandy ground of the dessert. I could see a
woman in the distance. It was Alison. She was crying and looking into my eyes.
She turned away from me and walked into the distance. I ran after her shouting
her name, screaming so loud just so she would come back. But she disappeared
into a light mist. I broke down and fell to my knees as Alison disappeared. I
suppose it symbolised that Alison is wrestler and if her career of wrestling is
taken away. What makes her, her. Is taken away.


That night was very peaceful as the hospital was silent. I
slept in solace that I knew I would have to explain to Alice
the next day about her future life.