The Prelude (Aftermath Assignment #1)
May 2, 2015 20:28:02 GMT -5
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Post by Shawn Cage on May 2, 2015 20:28:02 GMT -5
the prelude___
"This dream continues...
And only I can make myself wake up.
But it was never meant to be easy.
This dream that isn't a dream at all."
"Ultimatums -- choices.
To wake up and look at yourself to be the selfish,
arrogant individual in the reflection.
Or to wake up with every little person "under" you
looking up to you as the legend they could only dream to become.
Hoping to get a glimpse of you as you take a piss.
Begging to be given the honor to lay eyes on you"
"I see these new faces as I return to the squared circle, these hoping faces.
Hoping to possess a fame near a plateau such as my own.
Never will they look down on Shawn Cage.
But I will look down on them, and laugh, while their fame remains a fantasy
and mine -- a biography."
"Nap time is over -- and the dream of shining brighter than me will fade, come Ascension.
"So to all you new faces.."
"... Wake up."
the revival___
time | 8:29 P.M.
| Unknown Voice |
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU'D FINALLY COME TO YOUR SENSES!"
A voice was echoing throughout the room Shawn Cage accommodated. This apartment was nothing like anything he'd ever lived in. This particular apartment was filled with nothing but the basic furnishings one would need to survive, very plain and boring on the design, it reeked of being a cheap hotel room. In the bedroom laid Shawn Cage, though there's no reason why it's called a bedroom when it’s barely a queen mattress pressed tightly against the wall with a small nightstand. Once again, the voice reverberated throughout the interior.
| Unknown Voice |
"WAKE UP, MAN! I HEARD ALL ABOUT THE NEWS! I KNEW YOU'D COME THROUGH!"
The eyes of a rugged Shawn Cage managed to part open but only slightly due to the sunlight beaming through a blind-less window behind him. None of the blurs he saw could be interpreted through his dazed eyes, filled with coal. Cage laid sprawled in a nothing but a plain white tee and a pair of black silk basketball like shorts and holey socks on his feet. Beside him was a half-empty forty ounce bottle of King Cobra. His dazed eyes were shaded with a hand to resist the beaming sunlight while he wiped the sleep crust from his eyes. It was then that he got a glimpse of his longtime friend and former Tag Team partner: Chris Talon.
| Chris Talon |
"Hah! You dog, you. I begged you all this time and you had the nerve to not even tell me before I could find out first hand?"
Chris exclaimed with exhilaration. He held an envelope in his right hand and Cage's cell phone in the other.
Shawn’s chapped red lips were licked with a more than dry tongue before his bitter, unsweet alcohol breath was unleashed.
| Shawn Cage |
"Whaaaa?"
That was all that came out of him. That was all that could come out of him. His hang over was beginning to kick in and the shooting pain of a headache arrived shortly after he spoke, drowning himself away in booze to hide away from the nightmares of a past life had taken it’s toll on him. He turned to let his back face his friend who was interrupting some much needed beauty rest. However, the persistent Talon would not give up so easily.
| Chris Talon |
"Come on man, it's eight thirty. Wake -the fuck - up. No one sleeps this late."
Frustration became evident in his tone as he took a glimpse at the half empty bottle of alcohol that lie beside Cage's slumped frame.
| Chris Talon |
"Unless you been out drinking."
He let out a sigh, loosening the grip he had on Cage's sheets as he was about to yank them off the bed.
| Chris Talon |
"How can you be drinkin' and not training knowing your match is coming this coming Survival," he spoke condescendingly toward his friend. "You gotta' get it together man. I know you've been out for a while but you gotta' think back and go back to your old self. Y'know, more training, less drinking."
To Be Continued..
