Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2019 13:44:13 GMT -5
Silent..
Sitting on a bench, in the middle of a small park, there is a young man. And so it is that this man has been sitting there for many nights. One night after the other he has been sitting there. One night after the other, until the stars, weary, have vanished from the night sky , to leave their place to the burning sun. Then the young man had been standing up, leaving, leaving his place to random passengers of the day.
And so it is that tonight is one of them nights, in which the young man, covered in a long black mantel, covered by the dark night and enlightened only by the feeble moon light, is sitting there. His face covered too. Covered by a big black scarf, a present from a long gone dream..
...He is sitting there. Gazing at the moon. Staring at the stars…
And so he dreams!
He dreams of days long past. Of fairy tales long gone and forgotten. He dares to dream about what has been and what should have happened. He dares to dream about things that never existed. Of tales which never succeeded.
He is a dreamer.
And they say one shall never dare to wake the dreamer.
But the problem with some dreams is that in order to achieve them, you gotta wake up from sleeping!
That, he knows way too well. He knows that in order to achieve what he has long lost, he should have wakened from his slumber. But now it is too late. An excellent college career, interrupted. A successful job promotion in a renowned business company, left behind without the shadow of a doubt. A prosperous existence in the music business, shallow and useless reality…
He is a dreamer but he is also a failure in the eyes of many. For life, the real one, is made of practical choices. And he? A college dropout? A useless office bureaucrat? What has he achieved but lack of success in whatever he has tried to accomplish?
Yet he knows something. He knows that humans, made of flesh and bones, are nothing more than toilette paper worth, if they throw away their dreams!
And so he dares to dream, again..
He is sitting there, on a bench, in a small park, gazing at the stars, body covered by a long black mantel and the face by a scarf. Almost nothing comes through, but his eyes. His dark brown eyes that stare at the endless night sky and star light.
Sirius of the Canis Major.
The lone star that dares to strongly shine, even in his loneliness. That is how the young man is feeling right now, unsocial and distant from anyone and anything, yet still a dreamer.
A smile!
Those with strong eyes and an even stronger heart can sense a smile radiating from the young man´s aura. Even If covered by a long black mantel and a scarf that hides almost his whole face, a smile can be sensed coming through…
The man is holding something in his hands. His smile becomes even more shiny and radiates into a enlightening laughter.
One can read on the paper, some in capital letters written words can easily be seen.
There stands
ALPHA PRO WRESTLING
Written on it.
It is a contract. A contract between a Dream Fabric and a Dreamer!
For, for as long as someone dares to Dream the Dream and has the fighting spirit to fight for it, there will always be a way to successfully reach for the stars.
Sirius of the Canis Major!
The young man is laughing now, he really is. He is sure that with his fighting spirit and his warrior heart he can reach for the stars and become one himself. He can now reach for the dream. He can now become a star. He ca, now, join the Night!
He can now shine as strong as Sirius does. No. Even stronger!
He has shown to the whole naysayer world and to himself that although he has failed in many other directions, he has never lost the spirit, the fighting spirit that will and has allowed him to reach for the stars and grab them.
He can now freely be a Dreamer.
He has joined the Night..
..no!
He has now become the Night!
That is now how the man will vanish and how the fighter will appear.
He is now, Night!
***
The scene opens up in a small, dark, locker room. The only light that enlightens the space comes from a candle flame. A fickle, feeble candle flame. There is a shadowy figure sitting behind a table, facing the camera. His traits can barely be recognized, for almost half of his face is covered by a red scarf. The shadowy figure nods at the camera and starts speaking.
For every beginning there is an end. For every start there is a finish. That much is sure. But I do not think this is a cause for sadness, no, actually it is the opposite. It is a cause for joy and happiness, for it means that the beginning of a journey is about to start and to be experienced.
It means there will be breathtaking moments to be lived and stories to be told. It will be a long odyssey with ferocious adversaries to take on and immortal beasts to face. Sphinxes who need answers and cyclopses who need to see more than their sole eye allows them to see.
It is the beginning of a tale.
The beginning of a dream.
It is my dream.
It is my story.
And I will fight for as long as I can breathe, so that I can be able to tell a tale the way it should be told. With a fantastic journey in the middle and a Grand finish in the end.
It will be a long journey with happy and sad moments. With everything happening and tales to be told to those that are willing to listen.
It is my story.
I am the architect of it.
It will be a fantastic experience, from the beginning until the end.
It will be a dream.
My Dream.
There is a problem with the grand finishes of a dream though. In order for them to happen, another mans dream of success must be postponed and take another direction. That is how the things go through in this world. That does not mean that the other dream must end though. It just means that it needs to variate, from now into tomorrow.
They say your dream ends, where the borders of my dream are violated. It is the principle of freedom and democracy. But that does not mean the Dream must end. If so it happens that another man´s will is stronger in this very moment and he scores a win over you, your will must be strong enough for you to stand up, take a loss and fight even more so that your dream can be a fantastic one.
It is your dream.
You are the architect of it.
Make sure this Journey is a fantastic one.
I mean you, my next opponent.
Some generic dude.
A generic name. Most probably a generic fighter too. It must be your strong will, it must be your will that allows you to break from the chains of mediocrity into the rows of stardom.
I am sure this one will be a loss for you.
Not because you can´t fight. Not because you have no name. Not because you do not remember anything but the fact you are a wrestler. Because as far as I am concerned, if you can fight and know you are a wrestler, that is all you need in this Dream of Ours. If all you can muster is fighting, that is all you need to do in a fighting ring.
These are not the factors that will lead you to a loss.
No.
Its simply because I want it more. I crave for this successful start. I hunger for this excellent beginning. I thirst for this glorious moment. Much much more than you do….
How do I know it?
I do. I know it because I am focused, while you grasp for reality. I am set up and ready while you struggle to get to your feet. I know because I have been dreaming for this start for way too long, while you are here merely by chance..
..But do not worry, oh generic warrior with a random name.
It will be a grand finish for you too.
While you lay there staring at the ceiling lights, you will understand where you are and where you need to go. You will get to know your limits and your priorities.
This is my story!
I am the architect of it!
..It will be a Grandiose one!!!
Fade
Sitting on a bench, in the middle of a small park, there is a young man. And so it is that this man has been sitting there for many nights. One night after the other he has been sitting there. One night after the other, until the stars, weary, have vanished from the night sky , to leave their place to the burning sun. Then the young man had been standing up, leaving, leaving his place to random passengers of the day.
And so it is that tonight is one of them nights, in which the young man, covered in a long black mantel, covered by the dark night and enlightened only by the feeble moon light, is sitting there. His face covered too. Covered by a big black scarf, a present from a long gone dream..
...He is sitting there. Gazing at the moon. Staring at the stars…
And so he dreams!
He dreams of days long past. Of fairy tales long gone and forgotten. He dares to dream about what has been and what should have happened. He dares to dream about things that never existed. Of tales which never succeeded.
He is a dreamer.
And they say one shall never dare to wake the dreamer.
But the problem with some dreams is that in order to achieve them, you gotta wake up from sleeping!
That, he knows way too well. He knows that in order to achieve what he has long lost, he should have wakened from his slumber. But now it is too late. An excellent college career, interrupted. A successful job promotion in a renowned business company, left behind without the shadow of a doubt. A prosperous existence in the music business, shallow and useless reality…
He is a dreamer but he is also a failure in the eyes of many. For life, the real one, is made of practical choices. And he? A college dropout? A useless office bureaucrat? What has he achieved but lack of success in whatever he has tried to accomplish?
Yet he knows something. He knows that humans, made of flesh and bones, are nothing more than toilette paper worth, if they throw away their dreams!
And so he dares to dream, again..
He is sitting there, on a bench, in a small park, gazing at the stars, body covered by a long black mantel and the face by a scarf. Almost nothing comes through, but his eyes. His dark brown eyes that stare at the endless night sky and star light.
Sirius of the Canis Major.
The lone star that dares to strongly shine, even in his loneliness. That is how the young man is feeling right now, unsocial and distant from anyone and anything, yet still a dreamer.
A smile!
Those with strong eyes and an even stronger heart can sense a smile radiating from the young man´s aura. Even If covered by a long black mantel and a scarf that hides almost his whole face, a smile can be sensed coming through…
The man is holding something in his hands. His smile becomes even more shiny and radiates into a enlightening laughter.
One can read on the paper, some in capital letters written words can easily be seen.
There stands
ALPHA PRO WRESTLING
Written on it.
It is a contract. A contract between a Dream Fabric and a Dreamer!
For, for as long as someone dares to Dream the Dream and has the fighting spirit to fight for it, there will always be a way to successfully reach for the stars.
Sirius of the Canis Major!
The young man is laughing now, he really is. He is sure that with his fighting spirit and his warrior heart he can reach for the stars and become one himself. He can now reach for the dream. He can now become a star. He ca, now, join the Night!
He can now shine as strong as Sirius does. No. Even stronger!
He has shown to the whole naysayer world and to himself that although he has failed in many other directions, he has never lost the spirit, the fighting spirit that will and has allowed him to reach for the stars and grab them.
He can now freely be a Dreamer.
He has joined the Night..
..no!
He has now become the Night!
That is now how the man will vanish and how the fighter will appear.
He is now, Night!
***
The scene opens up in a small, dark, locker room. The only light that enlightens the space comes from a candle flame. A fickle, feeble candle flame. There is a shadowy figure sitting behind a table, facing the camera. His traits can barely be recognized, for almost half of his face is covered by a red scarf. The shadowy figure nods at the camera and starts speaking.
For every beginning there is an end. For every start there is a finish. That much is sure. But I do not think this is a cause for sadness, no, actually it is the opposite. It is a cause for joy and happiness, for it means that the beginning of a journey is about to start and to be experienced.
It means there will be breathtaking moments to be lived and stories to be told. It will be a long odyssey with ferocious adversaries to take on and immortal beasts to face. Sphinxes who need answers and cyclopses who need to see more than their sole eye allows them to see.
It is the beginning of a tale.
The beginning of a dream.
It is my dream.
It is my story.
And I will fight for as long as I can breathe, so that I can be able to tell a tale the way it should be told. With a fantastic journey in the middle and a Grand finish in the end.
It will be a long journey with happy and sad moments. With everything happening and tales to be told to those that are willing to listen.
It is my story.
I am the architect of it.
It will be a fantastic experience, from the beginning until the end.
It will be a dream.
My Dream.
There is a problem with the grand finishes of a dream though. In order for them to happen, another mans dream of success must be postponed and take another direction. That is how the things go through in this world. That does not mean that the other dream must end though. It just means that it needs to variate, from now into tomorrow.
They say your dream ends, where the borders of my dream are violated. It is the principle of freedom and democracy. But that does not mean the Dream must end. If so it happens that another man´s will is stronger in this very moment and he scores a win over you, your will must be strong enough for you to stand up, take a loss and fight even more so that your dream can be a fantastic one.
It is your dream.
You are the architect of it.
Make sure this Journey is a fantastic one.
I mean you, my next opponent.
Some generic dude.
A generic name. Most probably a generic fighter too. It must be your strong will, it must be your will that allows you to break from the chains of mediocrity into the rows of stardom.
I am sure this one will be a loss for you.
Not because you can´t fight. Not because you have no name. Not because you do not remember anything but the fact you are a wrestler. Because as far as I am concerned, if you can fight and know you are a wrestler, that is all you need in this Dream of Ours. If all you can muster is fighting, that is all you need to do in a fighting ring.
These are not the factors that will lead you to a loss.
No.
Its simply because I want it more. I crave for this successful start. I hunger for this excellent beginning. I thirst for this glorious moment. Much much more than you do….
How do I know it?
I do. I know it because I am focused, while you grasp for reality. I am set up and ready while you struggle to get to your feet. I know because I have been dreaming for this start for way too long, while you are here merely by chance..
..But do not worry, oh generic warrior with a random name.
It will be a grand finish for you too.
While you lay there staring at the ceiling lights, you will understand where you are and where you need to go. You will get to know your limits and your priorities.
This is my story!
I am the architect of it!
..It will be a Grandiose one!!!
Fade
