Backstage Anxiety - the Mind of a Broken Man
Feb 18, 2015 16:15:59 GMT -4
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Post by Desperado on Feb 18, 2015 16:15:59 GMT -4
What was he doing here?
Desperado wasn't quite sure what the answer to his question was. Yes, he was here to wrestle. That would be the most obvious answer to such a question, sitting in a locker room backstage, but it wasn't the question he was asking himself.
It was to what actual purpose had he returned to this hell-hole that he wanted to know.
Perhaps it was to find that glory again. Perhaps a taste of the good old days could kill the sorrow that ached in his heart. Perhaps there was a way out. Or perhaps he just wanted to forget everything and be the man he used to be.
The former street-thug wanted to live in the past where the world didn't matter to him. All he had cared about was the glory. That was all he lived for. Now, there was nothing of the sort that he desired. There was no destiny to chase. There were no dreams to follow. There was absolutely nothing left for him in this world.
Sat in solitude in the abandoned gymnasium room, he stared at his hands as they trembled. He was shaking. He was actually shaking before a match. He was afraid to go out there and fail. He hadn't been so unsure of himself his entire life. He was on the verge of having another panic attack. He could feel it coming. That bitch-of-a-shrink hadn't given him his next allotment of pills. He had gone through them too quickly she said. He couldn't cope with life anymore. Situations like this only made matters worse.
What was he doing back here? Why had he agreed to fight again?
The 2012 Nexus Champion was in gear; simple black trunks and matching knee-length boots. His body wasn't as heavy as it used to be. He was in the worst shape of his life. Speed, endurance, power; he didn't have any of that anymore. Not like he used to have.
Could he still rely on his skill?
Not in the frame of mind he was in. He had no will. He didn't even want to win. He would rather take a beating. He would rather curl up in a corner and take the pain of a thousand kicks.
Perhaps it would make the others pains go away. Perhaps it would make life somewhat bearable. Perhaps it would help him deal with his emotional stress.
Clenching his hands into tight fists, the Brooklyn born superstar headed his way toward the ring, ready to face his opponent at the rebirth of Wednesday Night's Show: Genesis.
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