Post by Alexander McQueen on Jan 16, 2009 17:23:23 GMT -6
I sit on a bench in the dark night air, only the street lights are seen giving off their dying glow. "I miss seeing the stars."
I said out loud well looking up at the sky that was overshadowed by the street lamps. Megan had left the hotel we were staying at and there was a huge fire of the stuff she bought me near the pool area. It makes me smirk how angry she is that I'm not with her. Justina seems nice to me, I been hearing whispers around, but to my ears they only sound like lies.
Leaning back on the bench I was just embracing the softness of the air, I found I like being outside, but not for too long before I feel the terror overcome me. There is a cold steel sticking to my chest a cross that I've always had. I take it out and play with it in my hands tracing the edges. "I wish I knew about you. Where did you come from? Why do I feel so attached to this object?"
The wind seems to whisper to me and the feeling that I am being watched shadows me. My eyes question this feeling looking to the left then back to normal as thought I don’t suspect anything. Placing the cross back in my hoodie I pull up the hood and walk on against the wind. The feeling remains of feeling now followed or stalked. Maybe it’s one of the AwS vets trying to take me out? I can’t be too careful. I turn a quick corner into a dead end and hide behind a dumpster. My eyes watch for anyone to show, after a few seconds I thought I was dreaming my own worries up, but then a figure enters my view.
Rage was fallowing his movements not entirely ready to be fully seen. She had to study him for awhile before she could fully figure out what she was to say. She slipped down her hood to show her face as she turned towards the dumpster. "I know some people think your trash, but don't help them get the image in their head."
I know the voice my mind scatters with wonder the memories surging through my head. The laughing of the woman standing there, he standing next to me punching me playfully in the arm, matches we shared together, training. “RAGE!”
I remembered her! I never remember anyone! I ran up to her wrapping my thick arms around her and spinning around. “I can’t believe it I know you! I never know anyone! I remember now… I was… I was taken by a group of guys. Tossed in a body bag and woke up in Mexico. Then I crossed the border and got arrested. You don’t understand what it’s like to be walking around and not know who you are! Wait… Who am I?”
I am still lost on who I actually am, but the memories are there so why don’t I? The doc said that seeing something would make it all flood back, but I only have about half.
"Well you know me don't you? Think about it for awhile we shared matches together we were Rage and Riot as a tag team. How could you forget all that?"
I looked at her hearing her words carefully. Riot? … AJ Riot… “Wait… Yeah I remember… what happen to that?”
"Things kind of fell apart I had some things to take care of and had to split for awhile. I did not think you would be this bad off or end up in a body bag."
She was right it didn’t seem to all add up. “Something isn’t making sense to me though. Why would I be abducted? Why doesn’t my younger memories match into these Riot ones?” Happy to see Rage, but still not feeling I have full answers, but she was the most insightful on any of it right now. I thought about it and remembered an image of her standing smiling next to an elegant wild fire type of woman. “Rage… who was the last woman you were around?”
"Do you mean Max?" She asked moving closer and leaning on the wall near him looking of in the distance as she listened to his confusion.
Max…? “Maxine Hunter…” Her face glowed in my mind thinking about it, but I don’t remember her like with Rage. She cradled me as a young boy, read from a book… the paining seemed t get a slight bit bigger. Perhaps I’d have to seek her out to find out more? “I have to talk to her.”
The scene fades with Rage talking to me filling in slight details and shared times we’d had together.
Scene 2: A new view
“For so long I have felt so lost, but as the hours pass by and the seconds tick into minuets and evolve into hours then days I am slowly getting back to me. At Season’s Beatings I was out numbered, but still felt drawn in. Ash you were part of the team that I became a gladiator against. This week it’s one on one. You really think that if I was so close at the Pay per view that against you in this singles situation that you stand a chance?”
Feeling the smirk on my face the thoughts of what I want to do to each of the three people I faced at Season’s Beatings playing in my head.
“You’re a golden boy in this company, I might be seen as an outcast in the rest of the world where as you would be considered the role of the preppy jock. Ash don’t misread me as a disrespectful rookie or a blind little boy. I am seeing more clearly now than I ever have since losing my memory. I’m not Riot anymore that was a past part of my life. Just a role I played, this is the dawn of Alexander McQueen. Even if it’s a name Megan gave me and probably nothing close to my real one… it’s grown on me. A high profile tabloid type of name. This is the first step, first I’ll beat the great Ash Dubois, and then my name will read clear on top the marquee. Alexander McQueen… Champion… the main event… There are just no limits.”
After speaking to the camera and the public I switch off the camera knowing the tape will be viewable for everyone. I thought about who else I had fought. “Pain… Mistress Pain. Jason isn’t anything without her, and I feel like I am coming around full circle. There is something about her… but just about as much as this unexplainable anger at Josie. She betrayed Justina… the only person to show me some compassion… I got a lot to do, but first I have to make sure to put Ash in his grave.”
I said out loud well looking up at the sky that was overshadowed by the street lamps. Megan had left the hotel we were staying at and there was a huge fire of the stuff she bought me near the pool area. It makes me smirk how angry she is that I'm not with her. Justina seems nice to me, I been hearing whispers around, but to my ears they only sound like lies.
Leaning back on the bench I was just embracing the softness of the air, I found I like being outside, but not for too long before I feel the terror overcome me. There is a cold steel sticking to my chest a cross that I've always had. I take it out and play with it in my hands tracing the edges. "I wish I knew about you. Where did you come from? Why do I feel so attached to this object?"
The wind seems to whisper to me and the feeling that I am being watched shadows me. My eyes question this feeling looking to the left then back to normal as thought I don’t suspect anything. Placing the cross back in my hoodie I pull up the hood and walk on against the wind. The feeling remains of feeling now followed or stalked. Maybe it’s one of the AwS vets trying to take me out? I can’t be too careful. I turn a quick corner into a dead end and hide behind a dumpster. My eyes watch for anyone to show, after a few seconds I thought I was dreaming my own worries up, but then a figure enters my view.
Rage was fallowing his movements not entirely ready to be fully seen. She had to study him for awhile before she could fully figure out what she was to say. She slipped down her hood to show her face as she turned towards the dumpster. "I know some people think your trash, but don't help them get the image in their head."
I know the voice my mind scatters with wonder the memories surging through my head. The laughing of the woman standing there, he standing next to me punching me playfully in the arm, matches we shared together, training. “RAGE!”
I remembered her! I never remember anyone! I ran up to her wrapping my thick arms around her and spinning around. “I can’t believe it I know you! I never know anyone! I remember now… I was… I was taken by a group of guys. Tossed in a body bag and woke up in Mexico. Then I crossed the border and got arrested. You don’t understand what it’s like to be walking around and not know who you are! Wait… Who am I?”
I am still lost on who I actually am, but the memories are there so why don’t I? The doc said that seeing something would make it all flood back, but I only have about half.
"Well you know me don't you? Think about it for awhile we shared matches together we were Rage and Riot as a tag team. How could you forget all that?"
I looked at her hearing her words carefully. Riot? … AJ Riot… “Wait… Yeah I remember… what happen to that?”
"Things kind of fell apart I had some things to take care of and had to split for awhile. I did not think you would be this bad off or end up in a body bag."
She was right it didn’t seem to all add up. “Something isn’t making sense to me though. Why would I be abducted? Why doesn’t my younger memories match into these Riot ones?” Happy to see Rage, but still not feeling I have full answers, but she was the most insightful on any of it right now. I thought about it and remembered an image of her standing smiling next to an elegant wild fire type of woman. “Rage… who was the last woman you were around?”
"Do you mean Max?" She asked moving closer and leaning on the wall near him looking of in the distance as she listened to his confusion.
Max…? “Maxine Hunter…” Her face glowed in my mind thinking about it, but I don’t remember her like with Rage. She cradled me as a young boy, read from a book… the paining seemed t get a slight bit bigger. Perhaps I’d have to seek her out to find out more? “I have to talk to her.”
The scene fades with Rage talking to me filling in slight details and shared times we’d had together.
Scene 2: A new view
“For so long I have felt so lost, but as the hours pass by and the seconds tick into minuets and evolve into hours then days I am slowly getting back to me. At Season’s Beatings I was out numbered, but still felt drawn in. Ash you were part of the team that I became a gladiator against. This week it’s one on one. You really think that if I was so close at the Pay per view that against you in this singles situation that you stand a chance?”
Feeling the smirk on my face the thoughts of what I want to do to each of the three people I faced at Season’s Beatings playing in my head.
“You’re a golden boy in this company, I might be seen as an outcast in the rest of the world where as you would be considered the role of the preppy jock. Ash don’t misread me as a disrespectful rookie or a blind little boy. I am seeing more clearly now than I ever have since losing my memory. I’m not Riot anymore that was a past part of my life. Just a role I played, this is the dawn of Alexander McQueen. Even if it’s a name Megan gave me and probably nothing close to my real one… it’s grown on me. A high profile tabloid type of name. This is the first step, first I’ll beat the great Ash Dubois, and then my name will read clear on top the marquee. Alexander McQueen… Champion… the main event… There are just no limits.”
After speaking to the camera and the public I switch off the camera knowing the tape will be viewable for everyone. I thought about who else I had fought. “Pain… Mistress Pain. Jason isn’t anything without her, and I feel like I am coming around full circle. There is something about her… but just about as much as this unexplainable anger at Josie. She betrayed Justina… the only person to show me some compassion… I got a lot to do, but first I have to make sure to put Ash in his grave.”
