Post by John Anthony on Jul 5, 2007 23:00:09 GMT -6
DVD Taping Role Play #3
/*\ Pleasant Dreams /*\[/color]
John found it hard to sleep. He sat on the side of his bed with every light in the suite turned off. The curtains to his bedroom window were drawn but a soft moonlight crept through areas where the creases thinned out the material. The pale lighting mixed with the cool air circulating through the room put John into a trance. No sounds, no distractions, just thoughts. Here alone he didn’t have to act big for the cameras. He didn’t have to put on a front for all those watching. Even a man whose sole determination is to achieve greatness finds himself in moments of emotional struggle. John took the moment to think about what he wanted most. Was it the Eastern Heavyweight Championship? Was it simply to defeat JR Zevon? Maybe it was the promotion at Bodog or to impress Calvin. Delving deeper it could be personal gratification. Or maybe it was simply Julia. To feel attached to something… someone.
Nah, it was definitely that belt.
John lay down, picturing what could be. He could hear the fans, hear the screams of adoration as he traded blows with Zevon. He felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and tasted the sweat, blood, and tears that could all be shed that night. John imagined himself whipping Zevon against the ropes and delivering the High Life. Zevon lay on the mat as John walked to the turnbuckle and posed. The crowd cheered, the cameras flashed, and John knew his moment of glory was around that final bend. He turned to approach Zevon within this dream of his, prepared to deliver the finishing blow. The coup de grace. However, as he delivered a setup blow to prepare to Even the Odds, Zevon reversed the move and lifted John into the air. The crowd gasped and snapped a plethora of pictures as Zevon delivered the Dramatic Zeffect. John crashed into the mat head first and felt the weight of the current champion fall upon him. He heard the referee count: “One…. Two…. Three….” The crowd erupted as Zevon was lifted to his feet and announced the victor by pinfall and still the Eastern Heavyweight Champion. John rolled over to his side to see Julia sitting in the front row. She looked at him with caring eyes, feeling the same emotion as he was. John climbed to his feet and sat in the corner of the ring as JR Zevon held the belt high. Opportunity lost.
John jumped up from his bed. The first rays of the morning sun had replaced the luminescent glow of the moon. John realized he was laying on top of his covers, strung sideways across his bed. Apparently he had fallen asleep and dreamt everything he had seen. A relief on one hand, a reminder on the other.
John lay back down, this time covering up and rolling over to face away from the intruding sun. More rest would definitely come in handy. Just as he was getting to that point between consciousness and sleep, he heard a sound. A faint, creaking sound that he simply shrugged off. Images began to play in his mind as he drifted towards the land of dreams once again, but another sound. A footstep this time. Then a cold draft as his covers rose. He felt someone lay in the bed beside him and opened his eyes. There, returning his gaze, was the one he had fallen so deeply in love with. Julia lay there, gazing directly into him as if looking for something. John couldn’t move, couldn’t act, couldn’t speak. Julia smiled and then muttered something. John couldn’t quite make it out. She started to fade away like an apparition and John reached out to grab her before she vanished right before his eyes. His arms passed right through the air and he felt a rush as if falling from the sky. He swung his arms violently trying to grab for anything to prevent his freefall. After what felt like an eternity, he hit the bottom. A thud resounded throughout the room and John opened his eyes once again. Now the room was filled with sunlight, but John wasn’t laying on his bed anymore. No, that freefall was apparently him rolling out and onto the floor.
So is this what the remaining nights would be like? Restless sleep, vivid dreams, and falling out of bed? Whoever said the journey was half the fun didn’t know what it felt like to be the number one contender for the biggest title in your federation. Because John’s definition of fun happened to be slightly different than the feelings coursing through him at the moment.
“It’s going to be a long weekend.”
/*\ Pleasant Dreams /*\[/color]
John found it hard to sleep. He sat on the side of his bed with every light in the suite turned off. The curtains to his bedroom window were drawn but a soft moonlight crept through areas where the creases thinned out the material. The pale lighting mixed with the cool air circulating through the room put John into a trance. No sounds, no distractions, just thoughts. Here alone he didn’t have to act big for the cameras. He didn’t have to put on a front for all those watching. Even a man whose sole determination is to achieve greatness finds himself in moments of emotional struggle. John took the moment to think about what he wanted most. Was it the Eastern Heavyweight Championship? Was it simply to defeat JR Zevon? Maybe it was the promotion at Bodog or to impress Calvin. Delving deeper it could be personal gratification. Or maybe it was simply Julia. To feel attached to something… someone.
Nah, it was definitely that belt.
John lay down, picturing what could be. He could hear the fans, hear the screams of adoration as he traded blows with Zevon. He felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and tasted the sweat, blood, and tears that could all be shed that night. John imagined himself whipping Zevon against the ropes and delivering the High Life. Zevon lay on the mat as John walked to the turnbuckle and posed. The crowd cheered, the cameras flashed, and John knew his moment of glory was around that final bend. He turned to approach Zevon within this dream of his, prepared to deliver the finishing blow. The coup de grace. However, as he delivered a setup blow to prepare to Even the Odds, Zevon reversed the move and lifted John into the air. The crowd gasped and snapped a plethora of pictures as Zevon delivered the Dramatic Zeffect. John crashed into the mat head first and felt the weight of the current champion fall upon him. He heard the referee count: “One…. Two…. Three….” The crowd erupted as Zevon was lifted to his feet and announced the victor by pinfall and still the Eastern Heavyweight Champion. John rolled over to his side to see Julia sitting in the front row. She looked at him with caring eyes, feeling the same emotion as he was. John climbed to his feet and sat in the corner of the ring as JR Zevon held the belt high. Opportunity lost.
John jumped up from his bed. The first rays of the morning sun had replaced the luminescent glow of the moon. John realized he was laying on top of his covers, strung sideways across his bed. Apparently he had fallen asleep and dreamt everything he had seen. A relief on one hand, a reminder on the other.
John lay back down, this time covering up and rolling over to face away from the intruding sun. More rest would definitely come in handy. Just as he was getting to that point between consciousness and sleep, he heard a sound. A faint, creaking sound that he simply shrugged off. Images began to play in his mind as he drifted towards the land of dreams once again, but another sound. A footstep this time. Then a cold draft as his covers rose. He felt someone lay in the bed beside him and opened his eyes. There, returning his gaze, was the one he had fallen so deeply in love with. Julia lay there, gazing directly into him as if looking for something. John couldn’t move, couldn’t act, couldn’t speak. Julia smiled and then muttered something. John couldn’t quite make it out. She started to fade away like an apparition and John reached out to grab her before she vanished right before his eyes. His arms passed right through the air and he felt a rush as if falling from the sky. He swung his arms violently trying to grab for anything to prevent his freefall. After what felt like an eternity, he hit the bottom. A thud resounded throughout the room and John opened his eyes once again. Now the room was filled with sunlight, but John wasn’t laying on his bed anymore. No, that freefall was apparently him rolling out and onto the floor.
So is this what the remaining nights would be like? Restless sleep, vivid dreams, and falling out of bed? Whoever said the journey was half the fun didn’t know what it felt like to be the number one contender for the biggest title in your federation. Because John’s definition of fun happened to be slightly different than the feelings coursing through him at the moment.
“It’s going to be a long weekend.”
