Post by Mr. C on Feb 19, 2009 21:41:28 GMT -5
Sam Balberith hung his head as he sat at the coffee table in his lavish dining room, trying to rub a sleep-deprivation-induced headache out of his head via the back of his neck. His other hand held a large mug of coffee that he was far too intently staring in to. Half-asleep, Samuel stared in to the black beverage, thinking back on the confusing whirlwind of events he’d been through. The lights shone down brightly in the kitchen, shining off his obnoxiously clean hardwood kitchen floor. And more light poured in through the windows of the kitchen. But, the coffee? It was pitch black, darker then the deepest holes in hell.
After an EUW event many months ago, Tom was shot in the face, point blank. It was one of the darkest times in his family's lives. He shouldn’t have lived, but he did. And not only did he live, he came back bigger, faster, stronger, better than ever. He came out of the coma miraculously and in such a short amount of time is even set to have a world title contendership shot at Back 2 Roots. In fact, he’s in this to defend his title as Downpour Elimination Match Winner. He won the match last year and capitalized on the victory at a MNS later on, defeating then-champion Lincoln Daggerson for the World Heavyweight Title. Back 2 Roots, huh? The PPV was aptly named. This was where Tom’s second rise to the world title began, and where his third will begin too. At that time, The Eh was a far different man than he is now. Now, The Eh had to refocus on his match, he’d been out of the game far too long and his mind was not in it. All of the events that had occured were much to much for a man to bear. Death and rebirth, inury and miraculous, unexplainable recoveries. He shouldn't be alive, but is, and couldn't explain it. And, beyond any sorrow and confusion he had, he was being plagued by horrible dreams. He couldn't sleep at night, and hadnt had a full rest since his coma. He was in a brooding dark place, he was drowning in a sea of that coffee-black darkness. But, all it took was a calm, loving voice to bring him from his daydreams and back in to reality.
“What’s up, babe? Is there a message in the bottom of your cup? You’ve been staring at it for close to a half hour.” Alexandra, The Eh’s wife, said as she slid in to the chair next to him. Her hair was still up in a messy bun and all that covered her was a loosely wrapped bathrobe. She sat next to him and placed a gentle hand on top of his, looking him in the eyes apprehensively, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to her own question.
“Ah, nothing. Just tired, hun.” Sam looked up at her with a fake smile, and luckily for him Alexandra took the bait and smiled back. Whether she believed him or was just accepting his answer was hard to tell. Samuel then picked up his coffee and took a short sip of it before looking back at his wife and starting up some morning small-talk. “Howd you sleep, any dreams” etc. He wasn’t uninterested with the conversation he was attempting to start, but his mind was definitely elsewhere.
Last year at this same time, Tom Roberts defeated many of the same men that are in the match this year. In fact, Tom didn’t have much to fear, as he felt his odds were much better this time around than the last time. This year, he’s on the side of two former world champions in The Creep and Lincoln Daggerson. Between the three of them, there were four world title reigns, and between the three of them there would soon be one more, that much Tom could guarantee. And, their opponents? Jeremy Sterling, Xander X and Chance Fusion. Their team held a combined zero world titles. In fact, this would be Chance’s first opportunity, and Xander X’s millionth where he came up dead last. And as for Jeremy Sterling? That was in fact the man Tom Roberts beat last year in this very same match-up. The Eh Team would dominate the beginning of the match, and easily squash Sterling’s pathetic squad. And then when the war-lines changed, Tom felt confident taking on any man who was left. The Eh was the most prestigious member of this match, with the most EUW Title reigns of them all. Hell, he had half of the reigns on his own team. He’d beaten every single man in this match already except for Chance Fusion, but given the opportunity Tom was confident he could beat him in his sleep. This time would be no different. Ring-rust or not, and it didnt show the last match he was in when he defeated Sterling and Xander X, he'd be the victor once again. The two-time Downpour Elimination Match Winner.
“…Sam?” Alexandra’s soft voice snapped him back to reality once more.
“Huh? I’m sorry… I’m really tired, hun. What did you say?” Tom replied, looking up at her with that same faux smile, but this time it fooled no one. His wife frowned as she replied.
“I asked how you slept. But apparently if you’re so tired, it wasn’t very well. Was it those dreams again? I bet it was. You really need to do something about those, sweetie.” Alexandra squeezed Samuel’s hand a bit too hard and frowned at him, her eyes meeting his and her lip curled in to a pleading pout.
Tom was tired, that much was not a ploy, not something he was keeping from his wife. And he wasn’t sleeping because of the dreams, that was true, too. They were becoming far more frequent, and the discomfort in them was beginning to escalate. At first they were just visions, just dreams. Then Tom started to feel the emotions with them too, and then the physical pain, the anguish. That’s when The Eh started to put serious thought towards his wife’s request, perhaps he did need to see a specialist. The dreams were getting more vivid, more painful, more graphic. No longer was he just transforming, now he was going out and killing. He was becoming a bloodthirsty creature and going out and relishing in that thirst. Tom felt the pain of the disfigurment in the transformation, he felt the hunger for the kill, he felt the thrill as he locked eyes with the prey. And worst of all, when it was over, he felt the satisfaction, the frivolity of it. The dreams were disgusting, they were so real, they were painful, and there was sorrow that stuck with Tom every morning when he awoke, as if he had really killed those people the night prior. But that's when he tried to realize they were just dreams, albeit realistic and emotionally scarring ones.
“Oh, no. I’m fine. I was actually thinking about my next match at Back 2 Roots. I’m pretty excited.” And this time, the smile was real. Because no matter what was bothering him during the night, wrestling was his escape. He wasn't kidding, either, every time his mind drifted was because of the coming match. The dreams bothered him, sure, and the dreams occured just as recently as last night. But today, he had more pressing matters to dwell on.
Tom then continued on, telling the stories to his wife about how excited he was to have the upcoming match. As he spoke, his mind continued to wander, but this time to something different. Looking at his wife, he had found a new reason to ignore the dreams and to try and focus on the match. He couldn’t stay focused for the life of him, but looking in to his wife's eyes he thought of another far stronger reason to try. His wife had been through so much with him, both physical and emotional changes. Through a variety of looks, a variety of mental states. She loved him with hair, she loved him when he was bald, she even loved him behind any of the many masks he’d worn during his career. She loved him when he was young and silly, she loved him when he was dark and brooding, she even loved him when he was completely and utterly insane. Even now, with his psyche being demolished by the dreams, and her own by his death and rebirth, she loved him fully. So, to him, Back 2 Roots was his time to give back.
Tom planned to dedicate this match to his wife, and to his family. To the new life they were going to live when he won that title. He defeated The Downpour Elimination Match last year, and he’d return to where his second title reign started and do it again this year for a third EUW World Heavyweight Championship. He needed to prove to his wife, to his loving family, that everything was going to be okay, and that everything would be going back to normal. And what better way to prove normalcy then to go back to his dominant winning ways. Samuel Balberith smiled at his wife Alexandra the entire time they spoke about the upcoming event, and she smiled back. She wanted the normalcy just as much as he did. And at Back 2 Roots, they’d pick up where they left off. Tom would regain his opportunity to be EUW World Champion by beating all of the men in this match-up. He’d beat Lincoln and The Creep, two former World Champions that he’d beaten before. He’d beat Jeremy Sterling and Xander X, who he had defeated with Lincoln Daggerson not to long ago. One man, Sterling, he beat last year at this same time and Xander X who hadn’t won the important ones in a long time. And even former partner Chance Fusion. He respected every man in this match despite how they may feel about him. But, no matter what, Tom was going to enter this match a new and improved version of himself, and leave with the number one contendership.
“More coffee, sweetie?”
“Yes, dear. I've got a long day of preparation coming.”
After an EUW event many months ago, Tom was shot in the face, point blank. It was one of the darkest times in his family's lives. He shouldn’t have lived, but he did. And not only did he live, he came back bigger, faster, stronger, better than ever. He came out of the coma miraculously and in such a short amount of time is even set to have a world title contendership shot at Back 2 Roots. In fact, he’s in this to defend his title as Downpour Elimination Match Winner. He won the match last year and capitalized on the victory at a MNS later on, defeating then-champion Lincoln Daggerson for the World Heavyweight Title. Back 2 Roots, huh? The PPV was aptly named. This was where Tom’s second rise to the world title began, and where his third will begin too. At that time, The Eh was a far different man than he is now. Now, The Eh had to refocus on his match, he’d been out of the game far too long and his mind was not in it. All of the events that had occured were much to much for a man to bear. Death and rebirth, inury and miraculous, unexplainable recoveries. He shouldn't be alive, but is, and couldn't explain it. And, beyond any sorrow and confusion he had, he was being plagued by horrible dreams. He couldn't sleep at night, and hadnt had a full rest since his coma. He was in a brooding dark place, he was drowning in a sea of that coffee-black darkness. But, all it took was a calm, loving voice to bring him from his daydreams and back in to reality.
“What’s up, babe? Is there a message in the bottom of your cup? You’ve been staring at it for close to a half hour.” Alexandra, The Eh’s wife, said as she slid in to the chair next to him. Her hair was still up in a messy bun and all that covered her was a loosely wrapped bathrobe. She sat next to him and placed a gentle hand on top of his, looking him in the eyes apprehensively, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to her own question.
“Ah, nothing. Just tired, hun.” Sam looked up at her with a fake smile, and luckily for him Alexandra took the bait and smiled back. Whether she believed him or was just accepting his answer was hard to tell. Samuel then picked up his coffee and took a short sip of it before looking back at his wife and starting up some morning small-talk. “Howd you sleep, any dreams” etc. He wasn’t uninterested with the conversation he was attempting to start, but his mind was definitely elsewhere.
Last year at this same time, Tom Roberts defeated many of the same men that are in the match this year. In fact, Tom didn’t have much to fear, as he felt his odds were much better this time around than the last time. This year, he’s on the side of two former world champions in The Creep and Lincoln Daggerson. Between the three of them, there were four world title reigns, and between the three of them there would soon be one more, that much Tom could guarantee. And, their opponents? Jeremy Sterling, Xander X and Chance Fusion. Their team held a combined zero world titles. In fact, this would be Chance’s first opportunity, and Xander X’s millionth where he came up dead last. And as for Jeremy Sterling? That was in fact the man Tom Roberts beat last year in this very same match-up. The Eh Team would dominate the beginning of the match, and easily squash Sterling’s pathetic squad. And then when the war-lines changed, Tom felt confident taking on any man who was left. The Eh was the most prestigious member of this match, with the most EUW Title reigns of them all. Hell, he had half of the reigns on his own team. He’d beaten every single man in this match already except for Chance Fusion, but given the opportunity Tom was confident he could beat him in his sleep. This time would be no different. Ring-rust or not, and it didnt show the last match he was in when he defeated Sterling and Xander X, he'd be the victor once again. The two-time Downpour Elimination Match Winner.
“…Sam?” Alexandra’s soft voice snapped him back to reality once more.
“Huh? I’m sorry… I’m really tired, hun. What did you say?” Tom replied, looking up at her with that same faux smile, but this time it fooled no one. His wife frowned as she replied.
“I asked how you slept. But apparently if you’re so tired, it wasn’t very well. Was it those dreams again? I bet it was. You really need to do something about those, sweetie.” Alexandra squeezed Samuel’s hand a bit too hard and frowned at him, her eyes meeting his and her lip curled in to a pleading pout.
Tom was tired, that much was not a ploy, not something he was keeping from his wife. And he wasn’t sleeping because of the dreams, that was true, too. They were becoming far more frequent, and the discomfort in them was beginning to escalate. At first they were just visions, just dreams. Then Tom started to feel the emotions with them too, and then the physical pain, the anguish. That’s when The Eh started to put serious thought towards his wife’s request, perhaps he did need to see a specialist. The dreams were getting more vivid, more painful, more graphic. No longer was he just transforming, now he was going out and killing. He was becoming a bloodthirsty creature and going out and relishing in that thirst. Tom felt the pain of the disfigurment in the transformation, he felt the hunger for the kill, he felt the thrill as he locked eyes with the prey. And worst of all, when it was over, he felt the satisfaction, the frivolity of it. The dreams were disgusting, they were so real, they were painful, and there was sorrow that stuck with Tom every morning when he awoke, as if he had really killed those people the night prior. But that's when he tried to realize they were just dreams, albeit realistic and emotionally scarring ones.
“Oh, no. I’m fine. I was actually thinking about my next match at Back 2 Roots. I’m pretty excited.” And this time, the smile was real. Because no matter what was bothering him during the night, wrestling was his escape. He wasn't kidding, either, every time his mind drifted was because of the coming match. The dreams bothered him, sure, and the dreams occured just as recently as last night. But today, he had more pressing matters to dwell on.
Tom then continued on, telling the stories to his wife about how excited he was to have the upcoming match. As he spoke, his mind continued to wander, but this time to something different. Looking at his wife, he had found a new reason to ignore the dreams and to try and focus on the match. He couldn’t stay focused for the life of him, but looking in to his wife's eyes he thought of another far stronger reason to try. His wife had been through so much with him, both physical and emotional changes. Through a variety of looks, a variety of mental states. She loved him with hair, she loved him when he was bald, she even loved him behind any of the many masks he’d worn during his career. She loved him when he was young and silly, she loved him when he was dark and brooding, she even loved him when he was completely and utterly insane. Even now, with his psyche being demolished by the dreams, and her own by his death and rebirth, she loved him fully. So, to him, Back 2 Roots was his time to give back.
Tom planned to dedicate this match to his wife, and to his family. To the new life they were going to live when he won that title. He defeated The Downpour Elimination Match last year, and he’d return to where his second title reign started and do it again this year for a third EUW World Heavyweight Championship. He needed to prove to his wife, to his loving family, that everything was going to be okay, and that everything would be going back to normal. And what better way to prove normalcy then to go back to his dominant winning ways. Samuel Balberith smiled at his wife Alexandra the entire time they spoke about the upcoming event, and she smiled back. She wanted the normalcy just as much as he did. And at Back 2 Roots, they’d pick up where they left off. Tom would regain his opportunity to be EUW World Champion by beating all of the men in this match-up. He’d beat Lincoln and The Creep, two former World Champions that he’d beaten before. He’d beat Jeremy Sterling and Xander X, who he had defeated with Lincoln Daggerson not to long ago. One man, Sterling, he beat last year at this same time and Xander X who hadn’t won the important ones in a long time. And even former partner Chance Fusion. He respected every man in this match despite how they may feel about him. But, no matter what, Tom was going to enter this match a new and improved version of himself, and leave with the number one contendership.
“More coffee, sweetie?”
“Yes, dear. I've got a long day of preparation coming.”