Post by themisery on Jan 5, 2019 20:05:31 GMT -6
The Misery stands in his derelict bathroom, staring into the cracked mirror before him. Nothing but his black mask looking back at him. The mirror had seen better days, however The Misery had never seen these days. The house he resided in was but a shell of what it once could have been. It reflected The Misery’s former self. That was why he had been so drawn to it in the first place. He pictured what was once a vibrant home, teeming with life and laughter. Now it was abandoned, the people who had once lived here escaping like rats on a sinking ship.
This house was the perfect reflection of the former self. The former self was a broken man with nothing left. An important rivalry had been lost, and like a cat with its tail in between its legs, the former self fled. The former self had been disgraced. Upon losing this rivalry, he, just like this house, had been abandoned. The former self no longer had his friends, he no longer had his family, and he no longer had his manager.
The former self went from federation to federation for months on end, in hopes of reigniting that spark on the wrestling world that he once had. He believed that winning matches, and winning championships, would bring those he held so dearly to his heart back into his life. Though he could not win a single one. His in-ring confidence had been shattered much like this mirror. His once incredible ability to use the microphone as a weapon of pure devastation via the voice speaking into it had been replaced with stuttering, and the slurring of words.
Thus, the former self with no money to pay his way had no choice but to retreat. This is when the former self found this house. It took but a single look to understand that this house had called out to him. Finally, something had made sense to the former self. Little did the former self know was that this house had a lot more in store for him than what he had initially perceived.
The Misery opened his eyes and his beautiful, derelict home was replaced with the exterior of the Capital One Arena in Washington D.C. They would be here. He had seen them in a magazine. The Misery knew that Millennium Wrestling was now the federation they called home. The only people who could tell him where the man he was searching for is. The man who ruined him. He had finally found them. It was… uncanny.
This house was the perfect reflection of the former self. The former self was a broken man with nothing left. An important rivalry had been lost, and like a cat with its tail in between its legs, the former self fled. The former self had been disgraced. Upon losing this rivalry, he, just like this house, had been abandoned. The former self no longer had his friends, he no longer had his family, and he no longer had his manager.
The former self went from federation to federation for months on end, in hopes of reigniting that spark on the wrestling world that he once had. He believed that winning matches, and winning championships, would bring those he held so dearly to his heart back into his life. Though he could not win a single one. His in-ring confidence had been shattered much like this mirror. His once incredible ability to use the microphone as a weapon of pure devastation via the voice speaking into it had been replaced with stuttering, and the slurring of words.
Thus, the former self with no money to pay his way had no choice but to retreat. This is when the former self found this house. It took but a single look to understand that this house had called out to him. Finally, something had made sense to the former self. Little did the former self know was that this house had a lot more in store for him than what he had initially perceived.
The Misery opened his eyes and his beautiful, derelict home was replaced with the exterior of the Capital One Arena in Washington D.C. They would be here. He had seen them in a magazine. The Misery knew that Millennium Wrestling was now the federation they called home. The only people who could tell him where the man he was searching for is. The man who ruined him. He had finally found them. It was… uncanny.