Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 16:36:08 GMT -5
Every new chapter, needs a beginning.
Scene Title: Six months ago...
Waking up on the eighth floor of a Tokyo car lot, badly beaten and lying in a pool of your own blood was hands down the biggest low point of this year. I felt like I'd gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, nine of which were just for good measure crossed with the kind of hang over you'd get in college at graduation, where you hire a hooker to give you a blumpkin while you snort cocaine out of her ass crack. The worrying thing is, I can't tell if that's actually happened to me?
My head was pounding, pressure building in my temples causing me to feel as though someone was sticking hot pokers into my nostrils. I could feel cold, sticky blood down my face but my forehead was warm where the wound had originated and the blood was still slowly oozing, not having had a chance to truly heal.
I opened my eyes and stared up at the grey concrete ceiling of the parking lot level I was on. I tried to think for a second, gathering my wits but to no avail. I must have taken a hard kick to the head and gotten a concussion or been discombobulated... something surely? Studying the ceiling above me, I could hear the rumble of cars and the echoing footsteps slapping across the smooth floors, bouncing against the walls and travelling through the entire construction. Each sound causing my head to pang sharply with pain.
My hands reached out and felt the cold, blood covered floor around me. Using my arms for leverage I pushed myself into a seated position, feeling my body give slightly, making me slump awkwardly to the left. I lifted my knees closer to me and with the help of my left arm, I managed to clamber to my feet. It took a second to get my balance, my feet slipping and dragging against the concrete. Stumbling slightly, I limped and scrambled toward the car lot stairwell door. It took about a minute before I grabbed the handle of the stairwell door and pulled, using my arm to create momentum that would throw me through the now open door, I flew forward, letting out a sharp cry of pain as I slammed my ribs against the cold metal railing.
Taking a second to catch my breathe, I decided to look around the stairs. Unfortunately however I could only go either up or down. It was a simple decision but with poor execution. My hands clasped tightly to the banister, I began to lower my right foot slowly toward the lower steps, followed by my left. The system worked for the first four steps downward but on the fifth I lost my footing and crumpled on the stairs, my torso flying out into the air and my feet giving way as what can only be described as searing agony shot throughout my ankle. Crashing into the solid, ice cold metal steps and causing my whole left side to go numb with shock.
Gasping for air and questioning how all of this had happened. I heard footsteps running toward my location, I closed my eyes and prayed that it wasn't anyone hostile. A shocked voice began mumbling words I didn't understand... the voice sounded female and panicked. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a very attractive, Japanese lady. I lifted my head toward her and said the only thing I could think of...
Richard: "Help."
As soon as these words escaped my lips, the pain in my head became to much, my ribs started to ache and my ankle felt like it had completely shattered. I let my head rest against the concrete. The young woman was saying something but I couldn't understand. I just couldn't. I felt her hand against my face and then my neck. She was checking my pulse. I grunted and a strained, almost inaudible sound came out before the dark, black inside of my eye lids engulfed me and I was lost, falling forever.
Scene Title: I think I lost my way
There was this really annoying beeping, just behind my head. It had been driving me insane the whole time I was here. Yet Anger didn't even seem to notice it. Nor had he noticed that we'd been sat in this diner for days. Yet it was the same thing every day. The woman would ask us if we wanted pan cakes, coffee or some other kind of diner food and drink. We'd say no and end up talking about the same thing. Over and over. Then at the end of the day, he say something like; "I'm going to really miss you when you're gone. I'm betting you'll wake up tomorrow. Goodbye friend." Then he'd fade away and I'd wake up with my head on the diner table.
Every time I tried to talk to Anger about what he kept saying to me and the obvious mental break down I was clearly having. He'd just shrug and say he had no idea what I was going on about. It was really starting to annoy me, that and the beeping. That god damn beeping. It just won't stop.
This time, I decided to force the issue and see just how far I could go before Anger realised I was going absolutely insane and took me to the hospital. The waitress came over to our table and began telling us what was on the menu. Stopping her midway through the specials I blurted out, with no real reasoning behind why I was doing it.
Richard: "I'll just have everything, everything you've got."
The waitress stared at me, slightly open mouthed. She seemed to be questioning if this was a prank or if Ashton Kutcher was going to pop up and tell her she was being punk'd. A few seconds past and I just smiled at her before turning to look at Anger who was also questioning me with his eyes.
Richard: "I'm really hungry, is that a problem?"
The waitress started laughing and started to write down my order. I gave her a big toothy grin and stared out the diner window until she left our table side. I turned back to Anger and looked him dead in the eye.
Richard: "Something wrong?"
For the first time, Anger was looking worried. As though he could sense me doubting this form of reality. He looked down for a second, sighing.
Anger: "I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later. You never could stay in one place for very long. It's just a shame we won't be spending any time together after this."
His eyes began to fill with tears. I probed deeper, being sure that I could get all the information I could.
Richard: "What do you mean Anger? I'm just on a new diet. I've got to put some weight on... After all, comas don't seem to be a very healthy lifestyle."
I looked him directly in the eyes, realising for the first time why he was here.
Richard: You're my sub conscious, aren't you?"
He chuckled leaning forward.
Anger: "In a sense, yes. At least, I'm the part of your sub conscious that deals directly with guilt. After what happened with Anger, it seemed only the most natural and fitting way for me to try and wake you up. You're best friend, who you love but of course, who you almost got killed. Yet revenge didn't play out very well and you ended up here: 'Diner Lecoma'."
I blinked for a second, thinking this might actually just be a joke. That'd I'd over thought and Anger was just playing me but then it happened. The beeping behind my head began to grow louder and the pain in my temples began to rise again. I placed my hands on my ears, screaming in agony as everything fell around me. Walls crumbling to the floor, people turning into liquid before my very eyes and then Anger. He smiled and waved before he faded into nothingness.
For a second, I thought I was going to die. Buried under rubble and concrete. Just another nameless, faceless victim to this apparent earthquake or whatever it was. I closed my eyes as the noises in my ears became deafening. This was it... I was dead.
Scene Title: I hate hospitals.
I don't know if you've ever used a hospital bed but let me tell you, they are the lumpiest, most uncomfortable mattresses you will ever have the misfortune of using. Especially after waking up from a coma.
My eyes flickered open, it took a second for me to understand where I was. The walls were a weird off green and the ceiling had those horrible white speckled squares, most of which had unusual yellow and brown stains, especially in the corners of the room. Pushing myself into a seated position, I took a quick look around. I was in some kind of hospital and the equipment looked about 20 years old. Then I heard it, I had noticed before in my dazed state but there was this really odd, annoying beeping coming from a piece of equipment. Glancing over, I realised it was a heart beat monitor and the beeping was the sound of my own heart beat.
Suddenly the sound of a flushing toilet came from behind a small side door in the room, I turned my head toward it and as the door opened, I was shocked about the appearance of a man, he had dirty brown long hair and an easily 3 inch+ beard. His face was slightly aged and wrinkled yet he still looked youthful. Standing at about 7 foot, he looked gigantic but his body language radiated a passive nature.
He looked up and swore loudly when he noticed I was awake. I grimaced at the noise as it sent shock waves through my head. I stutter slightly as I lean forward. Questioning his appearance, his identity. His face fell and he rushed to my side. His eyes seemed to tear up as he reached for my hand. I pulled away quickly and shook my head, unable to speak. It was in this moment I noticed a big scar across his cheek, as if he'd had something sharp tear the flesh open, requiring stitches.
I moved my legs to the side of the bed and tried to swing them off, away from the man. My bare feet felt the hard, cold floor beneath me and I began applying my weight. Feeling my legs give way, I hit the floor and felt a strange feeling as though I had done this recently before. Digging my palms into the floor I began to lift myself, more prepared this time. The man came running to my side, placing his hand on my arm he lifted me with ease into his arms before placing me back on the bed.
Man: "Richard, you've been in a coma for two months. Your leg muscles are weak as hell now... Richard? Do you know who I am?"
I looked at him, questioning him with my eyes. I didn't really understand him very well and he kept touching me which was really odd. I looked down for a second and saw a small bracelet on my wrist which had words "Name: Richard Black" written on it. I gulped and looked up at the man again, now realising that I must be the Richard he was talking to.
Richard: "I'm sorry sir but, I have no idea who you are?"
The man rested his head on the edge of the bed and started to sob. He kept mentioning drug dealers and cocaine. Unsure on what he was mumbling about, I began to shift away from him slowly, waiting for him to answer my question or go away. He suddenly lifted his head with tears running down his face.
Man: "It's me; Edward! Please say you remember?"
I stared at him slightly worried. The man was getting very emotional and I was beginning to fear him. He looked at me with big sad eyes and I felt my stomach sink through the floor.
Richard: "I'm really sorry Edward but I think you've made a mistake. I don't know you."
Edward stepped back with big puppy eyes and ran for the door, shouting something about getting a nurse.
Ten minutes passed...
The door to my room opened and a very attractive, young Japanese nurse walked in. She jumped when I sat up and she let out a small gasp. She smiled and opened the room door, shouting down to someone that I was awake. Within minutes the room was filled with doctors and nurses. Being pinched and poked by all of them but oddly it all seemed normal to everyone but me, as I sat there unsure of what was going on.
The young nurse began asking questions about the year, my name and my parents. The problem was, I had no idea how to answer. I tried to think but the only thing I could remember was the man who had been in here earlier, Edward. Unfortunately no one had any idea who he was or how he knew me. So I sat here, confused.
After a few hours I was spoken to by a doctor who told me I was suffering from amnesia, unsure of what this was, I just played along and hoped that they could cure this problem. They mentioned calling someone and finding out my address, apparently my emergency contact was my boss. His name was Jim and he was a promoter but other then that I was told nothing before they told me I could leave.
On my way out the young nurse stopped me and passes me a small envelope. Assuming it was some kind of bill for my stay, I left before reading it. I got in the first cab I saw and began my journey home.
Scene Title: Who am I?
Two weeks ago from present day
Sydney King: "I really don't think you should be doing this mate."
Dean King: "He's got a point, you don't know what damage you might cause."
Jonny Freeman: "Well now, it's his life. The kid needs us to support him and I for one think it's quite noble. Losing your memories, finding out you were some big shot wrestler and just trying to find your way home? I respect that."
I sat there at the bar with the three men who had been training me to go back into wrestling. It had been months since I woke up from my coma, I'd come home and noticed posters of myself stacked in the spare room of my apartment, this had caused me to make a phone call to one 'Vince Mc... Mch... Mchmun?' Something like that? I explained the situation and he had put me in contact with some old friends. They all thought I was ready to get back in the ring but they kept talking about how I needed to be careful. I took a swig of beer and looked over at Sydney, deciding on my words carefully.
Richard: "Syd, I respect you and I love you in a total hetro way but if you had a second chance. If you... -gulp- if you were able to wrestle again, you're telling me you wouldn't get back in that ring? Prove to everyone."
Sydney: "If I could, I'd be world champion by now."
I nodded with understanding, giving him a cautious smile.
Richard: "Dean, we're the same. We never took it seriously, at least that's what I've been told. This is my chance dude."
He lowered his head and gulped before agreeing. Jonny raised his bottle.
Jonny: "Good luck kid, you better give them hell."
We all toasted and continued to drink. After a hour, Edward from the hospital walked past the bar, sliding the bar keep a few notes I got up and left. He was waiting for me just up the road and as I walked toward him he turned, matching my pace as I walked past him.
Edward: "So you're going back to Thy? Again?"
I looked at him for a second and smiled gently.
Richard: "I know who you are now, I know why you have that scar and I'm sorry."
He looked down at his feet and sighed. He was a huge man and he filled me with fear, ironically. He put my hand on his arm and tried to comfort him.
Edward: "It's ok, I just wanted to say: be careful when you go back. It's different now and the lay of the land is unforunate."
We continued to walk for a while but eventually, I turned away for a few minutes and when I turned back, he had disappeared. Confused, in shock and excited for the new chapter of my life I went home and checked my email. Vince had got back to me. I was a Thy WWE superstar again.
Scene Title: Putting the pieces together
Present day
It had taken me all week to catch up on the recent events of Thy, with Wrestlemania now over, the very clear fued between the federation and the New Age was heating up. The internet had blown up though on the news of my return. It seemed a pretty even split with 50 percent of people excited and the other 50 percent dreading it.
'Feddit' the online chat forum, had filled the FEAR's Return page with gifs of old moves I had yet to perfect and memes of me getting pinned and other unfortunate things. The hashtag; #FEARisHere had blown up as well, causing the news to go viral in a matter of hours and so it was set, I would be facing Bob Cena and Triana at this weeks RAW.
It took me a while to decide on a promo. The problem is, being away for so long and having no memories meant I had nothing bad to say about them. I was forced to sit and watch every match they had ever been in, studying their move sets and preparing... constantly preparing.
I sat in the RAW training gym, preparing for my match when a young gentleman came running over. He mentioned doing an interview on the Thy Network, an online service that keeps fans up to date with their favourite wrestlers 24 hours a day, as well as allowing them to review content, talk directly to the wrestlers and other features. He handed me a microphone as I put on my FEAR suit. He began to talk to the camera, discussing where he was the upcoming events. When he was ready the camera panned over to me and I locked my shoulders, bouncing back and forth on my legs looking ready for action.
Interviewer: "I'm here with the one and only FEAR! Recently resigned with Thy and geared up for his match at the next RAW event. How are you doing"
Richard: "Oh, I'm very excited. I've got this huge match sat for this week and I plan to come back with a bang. I'm going to be hitting hard and fast so you better be ready!"
Interviewer: "That's good to hear, now before we get into that. is it true that you recently had some health concerns and was in a Tokyo hospital for two months?"
I felt my guard drop and I stopped bouncing for a second, turning to the interviewer, hoping he could feel my eyes boring into him through my mask.
Richard: "Aha, no I can't comfirm that, all I can say is that I am 100 percent right now and I am in no way at a disadvantage."
Interviewer: "Of course not, these are just rumours and here at Thy Network, we are always sure to ask those hard hitting fan questions. Now we're getting some tweets in from the fans to our #AskFEAR hashtag. Be sure to upload all your questions there. But first, James from Bournemouth UK wants to know: What ever happened to Anger? Your old tag partner and long time best friend?"
Richard: "Anger is currently on vacation and I'm sure he will return to the world of wrestling soon."
Interviewer: "Ok, moving on. Rachel from Ohio has asked: How do you feel about the New Age? Are you worried about these guys coming after you? After all, it looked as though you guys might clash shortly before you left?"
Letting out a laugh I cracked my knuckles and replied honestly.
Richard: "The New Age pose no threat to me and I am not scared to face any of them. They are self righteous and foolish. They believe they are better and in regards to the rest of the locker room, they are. However now I'm back, I think you'll find that they will soon realise who the true alpha is. I have never backed down, I have never claimed anything untrue, I am the best, I've always been the best and just because I might lose every now and then, it's all part of the plan. I don't whine, I just succeed and at the end of the day, if you've got what it takes then it doesn't matter who stands in front of you."
Interviewer: "While we are on the subject, how are your feelings toward Bob Cena? You're two of Thy's biggest names and your match this week will show just who is better."
Richard: "Bob is a good lad, he's misguided and easily persuaded but he works hard, he can be unstoppable. At least, in the ring with anyone other then me. See he can fight and he has passion. Yet, he doesn't have the one thing that would make him the best. He doesn't have the drive of a champion. He lets the championship gold slip through his fingers every time. Some people just aren't made to be champions. What I would say though, is Bobby, when you step in this ring I want you know: I have nothing to lose, I have no reason to tap out, to lay down and let you win. I have will not stop unless you truly put me down and it's not going to be easy. I'm going to make sure that by the end of RAW, everyone out there knows, I am the embodiment of FEAR and I will not run, I will not hide but I will hunt you down and be sure to put your ass on the ground."
Interviewer: "Big words, what would you say about Triana? Your other opponent this week?"
Richard: "Well you see, when I was a knight. We had policy. Didn't matter who you were as long as you put hundred and ten percent in. That you literally fought tooth and nail to be the best and to show that to the whole federation. We were the face of Thy for months. We were the best, we were unstoppable but you know when I think of Triana, I don't know who she is, I don't feel scared. I don't want to hit a woman but I don't think your much of a woman anyway? She's never been the face of the company, never held main event status, never impacted the federation, just another jobber with high hopes but poor execution. The gloves come off tonight, so put down your handbag and that little dog. We'll see who is the fairer sex."
Interviewer: "Wow, big, big words but before we let you get back to training just a few more questions from the fans! First, from Angelica in South California: How do you feel about the current champions, Blade LaVigne and Zak Shields?"
Richard: "Well first, let me discuss Zak. I've known Zak for a long time and honestly, I'm amazed he's champion. He's not the best in the ring or the microphone. He plays it big but in the end he'll come crashing down very soon. I'm sure. As for Blade, well me and him have a lot of history. He's been around a little longer then me but we're always sure to give each other everything we have when we get in the ring together. Just know this Blade, I'm coming for you and I will take your belt and I will be sure to show you exactly what a real champion is."
Interviewer: "Last question is from Jonny in Coventry, UK. He says: What ever happened to the purge of FEAR?"
Richard: "Oh yeah, that starts at RAW and believe me, it'll blow you away. Now I've got to train so if you don't mind?"
The interviewer and camera man walked away to another wrestler and began interviewing them. I turned back to the exercise machines with only one goal in mind. To find out who I really am.
End.
Scene Title: Six months ago...
Waking up on the eighth floor of a Tokyo car lot, badly beaten and lying in a pool of your own blood was hands down the biggest low point of this year. I felt like I'd gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, nine of which were just for good measure crossed with the kind of hang over you'd get in college at graduation, where you hire a hooker to give you a blumpkin while you snort cocaine out of her ass crack. The worrying thing is, I can't tell if that's actually happened to me?
My head was pounding, pressure building in my temples causing me to feel as though someone was sticking hot pokers into my nostrils. I could feel cold, sticky blood down my face but my forehead was warm where the wound had originated and the blood was still slowly oozing, not having had a chance to truly heal.
I opened my eyes and stared up at the grey concrete ceiling of the parking lot level I was on. I tried to think for a second, gathering my wits but to no avail. I must have taken a hard kick to the head and gotten a concussion or been discombobulated... something surely? Studying the ceiling above me, I could hear the rumble of cars and the echoing footsteps slapping across the smooth floors, bouncing against the walls and travelling through the entire construction. Each sound causing my head to pang sharply with pain.
My hands reached out and felt the cold, blood covered floor around me. Using my arms for leverage I pushed myself into a seated position, feeling my body give slightly, making me slump awkwardly to the left. I lifted my knees closer to me and with the help of my left arm, I managed to clamber to my feet. It took a second to get my balance, my feet slipping and dragging against the concrete. Stumbling slightly, I limped and scrambled toward the car lot stairwell door. It took about a minute before I grabbed the handle of the stairwell door and pulled, using my arm to create momentum that would throw me through the now open door, I flew forward, letting out a sharp cry of pain as I slammed my ribs against the cold metal railing.
Taking a second to catch my breathe, I decided to look around the stairs. Unfortunately however I could only go either up or down. It was a simple decision but with poor execution. My hands clasped tightly to the banister, I began to lower my right foot slowly toward the lower steps, followed by my left. The system worked for the first four steps downward but on the fifth I lost my footing and crumpled on the stairs, my torso flying out into the air and my feet giving way as what can only be described as searing agony shot throughout my ankle. Crashing into the solid, ice cold metal steps and causing my whole left side to go numb with shock.
Gasping for air and questioning how all of this had happened. I heard footsteps running toward my location, I closed my eyes and prayed that it wasn't anyone hostile. A shocked voice began mumbling words I didn't understand... the voice sounded female and panicked. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a very attractive, Japanese lady. I lifted my head toward her and said the only thing I could think of...
Richard: "Help."
As soon as these words escaped my lips, the pain in my head became to much, my ribs started to ache and my ankle felt like it had completely shattered. I let my head rest against the concrete. The young woman was saying something but I couldn't understand. I just couldn't. I felt her hand against my face and then my neck. She was checking my pulse. I grunted and a strained, almost inaudible sound came out before the dark, black inside of my eye lids engulfed me and I was lost, falling forever.
Scene Title: I think I lost my way
There was this really annoying beeping, just behind my head. It had been driving me insane the whole time I was here. Yet Anger didn't even seem to notice it. Nor had he noticed that we'd been sat in this diner for days. Yet it was the same thing every day. The woman would ask us if we wanted pan cakes, coffee or some other kind of diner food and drink. We'd say no and end up talking about the same thing. Over and over. Then at the end of the day, he say something like; "I'm going to really miss you when you're gone. I'm betting you'll wake up tomorrow. Goodbye friend." Then he'd fade away and I'd wake up with my head on the diner table.
Every time I tried to talk to Anger about what he kept saying to me and the obvious mental break down I was clearly having. He'd just shrug and say he had no idea what I was going on about. It was really starting to annoy me, that and the beeping. That god damn beeping. It just won't stop.
This time, I decided to force the issue and see just how far I could go before Anger realised I was going absolutely insane and took me to the hospital. The waitress came over to our table and began telling us what was on the menu. Stopping her midway through the specials I blurted out, with no real reasoning behind why I was doing it.
Richard: "I'll just have everything, everything you've got."
The waitress stared at me, slightly open mouthed. She seemed to be questioning if this was a prank or if Ashton Kutcher was going to pop up and tell her she was being punk'd. A few seconds past and I just smiled at her before turning to look at Anger who was also questioning me with his eyes.
Richard: "I'm really hungry, is that a problem?"
The waitress started laughing and started to write down my order. I gave her a big toothy grin and stared out the diner window until she left our table side. I turned back to Anger and looked him dead in the eye.
Richard: "Something wrong?"
For the first time, Anger was looking worried. As though he could sense me doubting this form of reality. He looked down for a second, sighing.
Anger: "I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later. You never could stay in one place for very long. It's just a shame we won't be spending any time together after this."
His eyes began to fill with tears. I probed deeper, being sure that I could get all the information I could.
Richard: "What do you mean Anger? I'm just on a new diet. I've got to put some weight on... After all, comas don't seem to be a very healthy lifestyle."
I looked him directly in the eyes, realising for the first time why he was here.
Richard: You're my sub conscious, aren't you?"
He chuckled leaning forward.
Anger: "In a sense, yes. At least, I'm the part of your sub conscious that deals directly with guilt. After what happened with Anger, it seemed only the most natural and fitting way for me to try and wake you up. You're best friend, who you love but of course, who you almost got killed. Yet revenge didn't play out very well and you ended up here: 'Diner Lecoma'."
I blinked for a second, thinking this might actually just be a joke. That'd I'd over thought and Anger was just playing me but then it happened. The beeping behind my head began to grow louder and the pain in my temples began to rise again. I placed my hands on my ears, screaming in agony as everything fell around me. Walls crumbling to the floor, people turning into liquid before my very eyes and then Anger. He smiled and waved before he faded into nothingness.
For a second, I thought I was going to die. Buried under rubble and concrete. Just another nameless, faceless victim to this apparent earthquake or whatever it was. I closed my eyes as the noises in my ears became deafening. This was it... I was dead.
Scene Title: I hate hospitals.
I don't know if you've ever used a hospital bed but let me tell you, they are the lumpiest, most uncomfortable mattresses you will ever have the misfortune of using. Especially after waking up from a coma.
My eyes flickered open, it took a second for me to understand where I was. The walls were a weird off green and the ceiling had those horrible white speckled squares, most of which had unusual yellow and brown stains, especially in the corners of the room. Pushing myself into a seated position, I took a quick look around. I was in some kind of hospital and the equipment looked about 20 years old. Then I heard it, I had noticed before in my dazed state but there was this really odd, annoying beeping coming from a piece of equipment. Glancing over, I realised it was a heart beat monitor and the beeping was the sound of my own heart beat.
Suddenly the sound of a flushing toilet came from behind a small side door in the room, I turned my head toward it and as the door opened, I was shocked about the appearance of a man, he had dirty brown long hair and an easily 3 inch+ beard. His face was slightly aged and wrinkled yet he still looked youthful. Standing at about 7 foot, he looked gigantic but his body language radiated a passive nature.
He looked up and swore loudly when he noticed I was awake. I grimaced at the noise as it sent shock waves through my head. I stutter slightly as I lean forward. Questioning his appearance, his identity. His face fell and he rushed to my side. His eyes seemed to tear up as he reached for my hand. I pulled away quickly and shook my head, unable to speak. It was in this moment I noticed a big scar across his cheek, as if he'd had something sharp tear the flesh open, requiring stitches.
I moved my legs to the side of the bed and tried to swing them off, away from the man. My bare feet felt the hard, cold floor beneath me and I began applying my weight. Feeling my legs give way, I hit the floor and felt a strange feeling as though I had done this recently before. Digging my palms into the floor I began to lift myself, more prepared this time. The man came running to my side, placing his hand on my arm he lifted me with ease into his arms before placing me back on the bed.
Man: "Richard, you've been in a coma for two months. Your leg muscles are weak as hell now... Richard? Do you know who I am?"
I looked at him, questioning him with my eyes. I didn't really understand him very well and he kept touching me which was really odd. I looked down for a second and saw a small bracelet on my wrist which had words "Name: Richard Black" written on it. I gulped and looked up at the man again, now realising that I must be the Richard he was talking to.
Richard: "I'm sorry sir but, I have no idea who you are?"
The man rested his head on the edge of the bed and started to sob. He kept mentioning drug dealers and cocaine. Unsure on what he was mumbling about, I began to shift away from him slowly, waiting for him to answer my question or go away. He suddenly lifted his head with tears running down his face.
Man: "It's me; Edward! Please say you remember?"
I stared at him slightly worried. The man was getting very emotional and I was beginning to fear him. He looked at me with big sad eyes and I felt my stomach sink through the floor.
Richard: "I'm really sorry Edward but I think you've made a mistake. I don't know you."
Edward stepped back with big puppy eyes and ran for the door, shouting something about getting a nurse.
Ten minutes passed...
The door to my room opened and a very attractive, young Japanese nurse walked in. She jumped when I sat up and she let out a small gasp. She smiled and opened the room door, shouting down to someone that I was awake. Within minutes the room was filled with doctors and nurses. Being pinched and poked by all of them but oddly it all seemed normal to everyone but me, as I sat there unsure of what was going on.
The young nurse began asking questions about the year, my name and my parents. The problem was, I had no idea how to answer. I tried to think but the only thing I could remember was the man who had been in here earlier, Edward. Unfortunately no one had any idea who he was or how he knew me. So I sat here, confused.
After a few hours I was spoken to by a doctor who told me I was suffering from amnesia, unsure of what this was, I just played along and hoped that they could cure this problem. They mentioned calling someone and finding out my address, apparently my emergency contact was my boss. His name was Jim and he was a promoter but other then that I was told nothing before they told me I could leave.
On my way out the young nurse stopped me and passes me a small envelope. Assuming it was some kind of bill for my stay, I left before reading it. I got in the first cab I saw and began my journey home.
Scene Title: Who am I?
Two weeks ago from present day
Sydney King: "I really don't think you should be doing this mate."
Dean King: "He's got a point, you don't know what damage you might cause."
Jonny Freeman: "Well now, it's his life. The kid needs us to support him and I for one think it's quite noble. Losing your memories, finding out you were some big shot wrestler and just trying to find your way home? I respect that."
I sat there at the bar with the three men who had been training me to go back into wrestling. It had been months since I woke up from my coma, I'd come home and noticed posters of myself stacked in the spare room of my apartment, this had caused me to make a phone call to one 'Vince Mc... Mch... Mchmun?' Something like that? I explained the situation and he had put me in contact with some old friends. They all thought I was ready to get back in the ring but they kept talking about how I needed to be careful. I took a swig of beer and looked over at Sydney, deciding on my words carefully.
Richard: "Syd, I respect you and I love you in a total hetro way but if you had a second chance. If you... -gulp- if you were able to wrestle again, you're telling me you wouldn't get back in that ring? Prove to everyone."
Sydney: "If I could, I'd be world champion by now."
I nodded with understanding, giving him a cautious smile.
Richard: "Dean, we're the same. We never took it seriously, at least that's what I've been told. This is my chance dude."
He lowered his head and gulped before agreeing. Jonny raised his bottle.
Jonny: "Good luck kid, you better give them hell."
We all toasted and continued to drink. After a hour, Edward from the hospital walked past the bar, sliding the bar keep a few notes I got up and left. He was waiting for me just up the road and as I walked toward him he turned, matching my pace as I walked past him.
Edward: "So you're going back to Thy? Again?"
I looked at him for a second and smiled gently.
Richard: "I know who you are now, I know why you have that scar and I'm sorry."
He looked down at his feet and sighed. He was a huge man and he filled me with fear, ironically. He put my hand on his arm and tried to comfort him.
Edward: "It's ok, I just wanted to say: be careful when you go back. It's different now and the lay of the land is unforunate."
We continued to walk for a while but eventually, I turned away for a few minutes and when I turned back, he had disappeared. Confused, in shock and excited for the new chapter of my life I went home and checked my email. Vince had got back to me. I was a Thy WWE superstar again.
Scene Title: Putting the pieces together
Present day
It had taken me all week to catch up on the recent events of Thy, with Wrestlemania now over, the very clear fued between the federation and the New Age was heating up. The internet had blown up though on the news of my return. It seemed a pretty even split with 50 percent of people excited and the other 50 percent dreading it.
'Feddit' the online chat forum, had filled the FEAR's Return page with gifs of old moves I had yet to perfect and memes of me getting pinned and other unfortunate things. The hashtag; #FEARisHere had blown up as well, causing the news to go viral in a matter of hours and so it was set, I would be facing Bob Cena and Triana at this weeks RAW.
It took me a while to decide on a promo. The problem is, being away for so long and having no memories meant I had nothing bad to say about them. I was forced to sit and watch every match they had ever been in, studying their move sets and preparing... constantly preparing.
I sat in the RAW training gym, preparing for my match when a young gentleman came running over. He mentioned doing an interview on the Thy Network, an online service that keeps fans up to date with their favourite wrestlers 24 hours a day, as well as allowing them to review content, talk directly to the wrestlers and other features. He handed me a microphone as I put on my FEAR suit. He began to talk to the camera, discussing where he was the upcoming events. When he was ready the camera panned over to me and I locked my shoulders, bouncing back and forth on my legs looking ready for action.
Interviewer: "I'm here with the one and only FEAR! Recently resigned with Thy and geared up for his match at the next RAW event. How are you doing"
Richard: "Oh, I'm very excited. I've got this huge match sat for this week and I plan to come back with a bang. I'm going to be hitting hard and fast so you better be ready!"
Interviewer: "That's good to hear, now before we get into that. is it true that you recently had some health concerns and was in a Tokyo hospital for two months?"
I felt my guard drop and I stopped bouncing for a second, turning to the interviewer, hoping he could feel my eyes boring into him through my mask.
Richard: "Aha, no I can't comfirm that, all I can say is that I am 100 percent right now and I am in no way at a disadvantage."
Interviewer: "Of course not, these are just rumours and here at Thy Network, we are always sure to ask those hard hitting fan questions. Now we're getting some tweets in from the fans to our #AskFEAR hashtag. Be sure to upload all your questions there. But first, James from Bournemouth UK wants to know: What ever happened to Anger? Your old tag partner and long time best friend?"
Richard: "Anger is currently on vacation and I'm sure he will return to the world of wrestling soon."
Interviewer: "Ok, moving on. Rachel from Ohio has asked: How do you feel about the New Age? Are you worried about these guys coming after you? After all, it looked as though you guys might clash shortly before you left?"
Letting out a laugh I cracked my knuckles and replied honestly.
Richard: "The New Age pose no threat to me and I am not scared to face any of them. They are self righteous and foolish. They believe they are better and in regards to the rest of the locker room, they are. However now I'm back, I think you'll find that they will soon realise who the true alpha is. I have never backed down, I have never claimed anything untrue, I am the best, I've always been the best and just because I might lose every now and then, it's all part of the plan. I don't whine, I just succeed and at the end of the day, if you've got what it takes then it doesn't matter who stands in front of you."
Interviewer: "While we are on the subject, how are your feelings toward Bob Cena? You're two of Thy's biggest names and your match this week will show just who is better."
Richard: "Bob is a good lad, he's misguided and easily persuaded but he works hard, he can be unstoppable. At least, in the ring with anyone other then me. See he can fight and he has passion. Yet, he doesn't have the one thing that would make him the best. He doesn't have the drive of a champion. He lets the championship gold slip through his fingers every time. Some people just aren't made to be champions. What I would say though, is Bobby, when you step in this ring I want you know: I have nothing to lose, I have no reason to tap out, to lay down and let you win. I have will not stop unless you truly put me down and it's not going to be easy. I'm going to make sure that by the end of RAW, everyone out there knows, I am the embodiment of FEAR and I will not run, I will not hide but I will hunt you down and be sure to put your ass on the ground."
Interviewer: "Big words, what would you say about Triana? Your other opponent this week?"
Richard: "Well you see, when I was a knight. We had policy. Didn't matter who you were as long as you put hundred and ten percent in. That you literally fought tooth and nail to be the best and to show that to the whole federation. We were the face of Thy for months. We were the best, we were unstoppable but you know when I think of Triana, I don't know who she is, I don't feel scared. I don't want to hit a woman but I don't think your much of a woman anyway? She's never been the face of the company, never held main event status, never impacted the federation, just another jobber with high hopes but poor execution. The gloves come off tonight, so put down your handbag and that little dog. We'll see who is the fairer sex."
Interviewer: "Wow, big, big words but before we let you get back to training just a few more questions from the fans! First, from Angelica in South California: How do you feel about the current champions, Blade LaVigne and Zak Shields?"
Richard: "Well first, let me discuss Zak. I've known Zak for a long time and honestly, I'm amazed he's champion. He's not the best in the ring or the microphone. He plays it big but in the end he'll come crashing down very soon. I'm sure. As for Blade, well me and him have a lot of history. He's been around a little longer then me but we're always sure to give each other everything we have when we get in the ring together. Just know this Blade, I'm coming for you and I will take your belt and I will be sure to show you exactly what a real champion is."
Interviewer: "Last question is from Jonny in Coventry, UK. He says: What ever happened to the purge of FEAR?"
Richard: "Oh yeah, that starts at RAW and believe me, it'll blow you away. Now I've got to train so if you don't mind?"
The interviewer and camera man walked away to another wrestler and began interviewing them. I turned back to the exercise machines with only one goal in mind. To find out who I really am.
End.
