seven days

[𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖏𝖆]

Seven days. Seven days since I've slept a fucking wink. Every time I close my eyes… there's such chaos swirling around my brain. Constant screaming. Endless dread. There's no safe place for me, and yet… I've never felt safer. It's an existential conundrum, bro. It's the end of the reading rainbow and the dawn of a new error. These are all just words. You've heard them before. You've seen them in action. You've been with me every step of the way. For better or worse. I haven't said a word to the rest of the family. They think I'm out making towns. Which I guess is partly true. I've been putting a lot of miles on my van, and met a lot of cool people. Somehow that brought me back to the ring, and on the radar of a new fed, bro. My guitar has helped fill the gas tank these last few months. Now we have to get on the road to Colorado for some crazy shit called Wrestleverse. I've got a gig in the parking lot before Eternal. Oh, that's the name of the event. I think it's also a Marvel movie. There are too many of them to keep up with. Eternal is an important word though… because it's also the name of a championship. There's a lot to keep up with. If I could get some rest… I could absorb this a little better. What I do know… is my debut match is for contendership for the Eternal Championship. That's fuckin' cool. Start off hot and show the world what I'm made of. The gameplan is simple: show up and show out. All I have to do is lambast two jamokes and I'm on my way to the top. Or close to the top. I don't understand the hierarchy of it all. Again, I just need a nap. Seven days. Ugh. 🥷 - Ayy, man. I'll take one more for the road. ☕️ - Same as before? 🥷 - Yeah, man. It's my fifth cup. Might as well stick with it. ☕️ - Got a long drive ahead of you? 🥷 - Sure do. Heading out to Red Rocks. ☕️ - Oh. That's only a few miles away. Maybe five or six. 🥷 - Word? I got time to kill. I don't have to be there until Wednesday. ☕️ - It… uhh… is… Wednesday… 🥷 - Time flies when you're… doing… whatever. Got me a dang triple threat match to worry about. Or is it a three way dance? There won't be much dancing going on at Red Rocks this time. It's all serious fuckin' business when the ol' Murder Ninja rolls into town. Apparently I'm already in town… so that's cool. I've got scrambled eggs for brains these days… and I'm sure the coffee isn't helping with that. It's keeping me alert enough to tolerate existence… and I need to exist to beat the bricks off of Delilah Hill and TJ Alexander. I don't know them. I don't know their hopes and dreams. I don't know their deepest fears. I don't know their favorite ice cream. What I do know… is they're in danger. Standing in front of me… in this mentally enhanced state… is hazardous to their health. They didn't choose this path but it's the path chosen for them nonetheless. The only way out is through… and that's not going to be easy. My very soul is vibrating and yearning for chaos. You remember that time when we were kids… and dad took us to the beach… where we got beat up by the flock of seagulls. That wasn't much of a question, since you won't answer me. But. Uhh. Where was I? Oh. The beach. Those fuckin' birds pecked the fuck outta us. Later on, we told dad that we fought like ten dudes. I… don't remember where I was going with that story but… 👨 - I'm sorry, sir. The parking lot isn't open until two hours before showtime. 🥷 - I gotta get in there, man. I've got a gig. 👨 - What's your name? I'll check the list. 🥷 - Murder Ninja. 👨 - No, no. Not your stage name. What's your real name? 🥷 - ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ 👨 - I'm sorry, sir. I don't see you on the list. 🥷 - That's bullshit. I've got to be on the list, man. I'm fighting for Wrestleverse against– 👨 - What is Wrestleverse? 🥷 - Are you fistfuckin' me right now? 👨 - I'm… uhh… what?! 🥷 - Wrestleverse, man. I've got it right here on my calendar. Red Rocks Amphitheatre. Morrison, Colo– 👨 - Sir, this is Red Rocks Community College. The one you're looking for is about twenty minutes away. If you punch it into the GPS– 🥷 - I know how GPS works. 👨 - Okay, well, uhh– Who the fuck is Delilah Hill? A vapid, shallow, spoiled brat. The world has been her fuckin' oyster and she has squandered if. I already admitted that I don't know her… so how can I be so confident about this? I trust my fuckin' gut. My gut says she's empty inside. She could have it all but she'll ultimately be left with nothing. And all while having to fight the Murder Ninja at Wrestleverse Eternal #3. See how I brought it right back to the task at hand like a fuckin' professional? I've been doing this a long ass time. Basically my entire life. But that's a story for another day. I want to dive into the life of Delilah Hill. She has done nothing with the cavalcade of opportunities that have been thrown at her feet. And now she's here… about to fight her first and last battle in Wrestleverse. I hope she's still on her parents' health plan… 'cause she's gonna need it. The only saving grace is that she won't be my only victim at Eternal #3. We are sharing that space with a guy who has done some stuff already at this Wrestleverse place. His name is TJ Alexander and he's… definitely a person. There's not much to him. He's already missed out on a surprise prize and lost to Jaice Wilds. Now he's got to deal with the Murder Ninja at Eternal #3. What an adventure he's been on, bro. There he was… playing in his backyard with friends… when a creepy old man wandered in and abducted him. He groomed the boy and made him wrestle underground. Blah blah blah. Now he's here. I've seen the clips. His father figure leads a therapy session, where TJ spews all the cliches about wiping mats and pillars and posts. None of that dorky shit matters when that bell rings. That's when the beast is unleashed. Oh, I'm the beast. Not sure if that was clear. So, when it's time to fuckin' get to it… the ol' Murder Ninja will slap the shit outta TJ Alexander and send his ass back to therapy with daddy dearest. There will be coddling and then the same shit happens next week… and the week after… and the week after. The delusions of people in this business never cease to amaze me. Everyone is the best ever… until they're not. Everyone can beat everyone… until they can't. When I vow to cause harm to my opponents… take it as fuckin' gospel. Getting my hand raised at the end is irrelevant. I'm getting paid either way… and watching my opponents suffer makes me a fuckin' winner in my book. TJ Alexander and Delilah Hill can continue living in their fantasy worlds where they are the fuckin' heroes. Not me. I took the blue pill and the red pill because I'm a real motherfucker. I see past the bullshit, bro. You know that. You've always known what I'm all about, and now that you're gone… the world can finally see the real me. Not that you held me back at all but… I'm different now. I'm more… me… now. We had a good run, bro. From the cradle to your grave. Now isn't the time for sappy shit. Now is the time to get out there and live life to the fullest. You're still with me, and I want you to be proud of me. That's all I've ever wanted. Together, we were unstoppable. Apart, I was lost. Now I am found. Here. Now. Hundreds of minutes away from my Wrestleverse debut. Then I'm only minutes away from being number one contender for the Eternal Championship. What a heck of a debut. Then I can finally rest. Seven days without sleep is… too many. I'm sure there's something wrong with my brain after that amount of time… but that's going to be tomorrow's problem, bro. For now… I have to Febreze my gear so my colleagues don't hate me for the smell. They're going to hate me because I beat their fuckin' asses. Duh.