Post by Dead Eye on Apr 21, 2018 23:50:14 GMT -5
“A Living Nightmare”
•April 20, 2018•
•4:00 AM•
•Dead Eye's Apartment•
•Stone Mountain, GA•
•Camera:OFF•
Vivid dreams often occur in the life of Charles James, II, the man NGW fans know as Dead Eye with what he has been through in recent years. His entire life has been turned upside down. Just when it feels like he is starting to pick up a few of the pieces, another of these dreams invade his attempt at sleep.
With his return mere days away in a match against a fellow former World Champion in Coral Rose, it goes without saying that distractions are not a need or want in the life of Dead Eye. Regardless of the desire, this night going into morning has given Dead Eye such a stir that he may need to examine his mindset.
•Camera:ON•
We see Dead Eye standing in front of the bathroom mirror in his apartment washing his face. It's very clear from his appearance that he is very disturbed right now…not at all the way he would normally address the NGW fan base.
His hair is disheveled, and he again has a deep past-five o’clock shadow. He stares at his reflection for a good couple of minutes before pressing the “record” button on a wireless camera that is set on the counter of the bathroom sink.
Dead Eye: Normally, I wouldn't be doing something like this at such an early hour in my night clothes, of all things. I just can't help myself. I feel like I have to reach out. Normally, I'd hit up one of my trusted friends. In this case, it's a long-lost friend…you, my beloved fans.
He stops for a moment as if you absorb the type of cheap pop a remark like that would have made to a live audience. He briefly smirks before returning to the somber look displayed just moments before.
Dead Eye: I could hardly stand to look at myself right now. I'm ruggedly handsome…some would say sexy, but I digress. It's not something I did that makes it difficult to look at myself right now but rather something that happened to me.
He takes a step back and paces back and forth a moment before continuing. It's clear to see that whatever he is about to get off his chest has had a profound effect on him. That much is evident by the unusual tone and behavior that the returning former champion is showing in this moment of vulnerability.
Dead Eye: Let me fill y'all in on something that has been re-occurring since I've been gone. I've been having dreams, you see. Nightmares have plagued me more often than not. It started the night after my surgery. I would wake up in a cold sweat just vividly reliving the nightmare of my injury.
In recent months, those nightmares have stopped…until tonight. I must admit that those injury nightmares pale in comparison to tonight, this morning, whenever.
Dead Eye blows out a deep breath.
Dead Eye: Yaknow #ThatMomentWhen you wake up and tell yourself, “It was just a bad dream”?
He pauses and looks at the camera as if awaiting an answer from the audience.
Dead Eye: I wish I could have told myself the same thing. This time, unfortunately, I could not.
He shakes his head having visualized a quick synopsis of the dream as a live mental flashback amidst talking to his “beloved fans,” as he so affectionately put it a few minutes ago.
Dead Eye: So, lemme relieve this bad boy out once again as I tell you what happened to me when I was tryna just catch up on some beauty rest.
See, I was in this arena…in the dream, of course. Anyway, I was in this arena looking around. I was in the gorilla position. I stopped and stared at a beautiful woman and was amazed that I had it all. Fame, money, respect, friends, love, a championship belt with my name on it. Man, it was a beauty. The best part was that it wasn't just “some strap”. No. That belt was the NGW Unified Heavyweight Championship, and it was all mine.
In this dream, I looked around and realized I had it all. Everything I'd ever dreamt about. From the time I started training, I daydreamed about that moment. Like Tony Montana…the world is yours, CJ. That's what I said to myself in the dream.
The problem with dreams is that they often have a way of shifting locations on you when you least expect it. So, we fast-forward to scene two. All those things that I'd earned and not earned…the wonderful marriage to the love of my life when I thought I'd never find love again after what happened in the past. All of it was just taken away by cruel fate.
I don't mean that as a euphemism. It was literally some faceless person with a tag that said “Hello, my name is… Cruel Fate”. I shit you not. This person…this vile, hateful son of a bitch just ripped everything right out of my hands. All gone, like that.
Dead Eye snaps his fingers and likewise snaps himself out of a trance. Sweat can be seen on his forehead as he relives the scenes for the umpteenth time in the past hour since awaking.
Dead Eye: So, then, I realize – like we often do toward the end of a dream – that it was just that. I awoke in a panic. I felt all around me in my bed, and that's when reality set in.
It wasn't a dream. No, it was much worse than that. It's a living nightmare. Everything I dreamt I've lost, I have. And the worst part? I can't just snap out of it like I did in my dream.
He sighs deeply before continuing. Normally when one gets something off their chest, there is that instantaneous feeling of relief. However, this is not the case of the present duress he is under.
Instead of relief, there is pain and heartache deep inside the twenty-seven year-old that a mere confession of will not so easily be escaped from. With these types of thoughts and emotions fighting to overwhelm and control him, he wastes no millisecond of precious time.
Dead Eye: The fears I told myself I was just being paranoid about have consumed my life. Ironically enough, it started on the happiest weekend of my life, to-date. I think that's the part that makes it so difficult to absorb. Where would I be in life had I not had the weekend of matrimony and title victory?
It's a question that has crossed my mind several hundred times. Dwelling on those thoughts does me no good. All it does is cause this rift in my heart to grow even wider. There are plenty of things that have happened and are happening that I have no control over.
That brings me to the one thing I can control. That brings me to you, Coral Rose. Don't get my words misconstrued. By no means am I saying I can control you. Ms. Rose, your reputation precedes itself. I was in Seattle for one match…just one and was asked by many if I knew you. I have a restaurant in Seattle. Let's just say I'm familiar with the name.
Now, I get to get acquainted with the wrestler behind the name real soon. I'm sure you may possibly be thinking that the stress, pain, injury, worries of coming back, and divorce gives you an easy fight. In the words of Lee Corso, “Not so fast, my friend.”
I can't say exactly what I will be like when we step into that ring together. Hell, it's been over two years now since I've officially done it. One thing I do know. Despite the frustrations, setbacks, love loss, changes of addressees — everything. When I step into a ring, a switch flips. I'm not CJ, Charles, or any other way of saying my name. When I step in a ring, I transform into Dead Eye. I become the man that took this industry by storm in just a short amount of time. I become what I've been living…your living nightmare.
In no way do I underestimate you, dear. No, that's the lot of a fool, much like many fools have done the same to me. That's not happening. I come into this match with many questions. One I know the answer to. I do know that you are just as hungry to put your name out there with this fan base. In a way, that makes you even more dangerous. They know me like I know myself.
I'm tryna get back my spot. You are on a mission to make that climb here. NGW has been reborn. So am I. I'm not the man I was two years ago. A lot has changed. One thing that hasn't changed is my desire to be the best this company has to offer. To do that, I normally challenge myself to beat the best.
This time, Devlin Scott has done that for me. He's given me the opportunity to not just fight some exhibition match against the likes of John F'n Blade. Nope. He's given me someone bona fide.
Two living legends collide in what has the makings to be an early Match of the Year contender. I make my return; you make your debut. Who takes that first step toward greatness here. Is it the one who's already staked a claim here before? Or is it the one who is looking to notch their mark on this company?
One thing is for sure. This nightmare I've been living is on its last leg. I'm over my recent past, and I'm looking forward. That first step in this chapter is a meeting with Coral Rose. Ms. Rose, prepare for the fight of your life. I'm back…that's no daydream.
Without another word, Dead Eye cuts off the camera. Sweat is seen pouring off his face that holds a look of intensity the likes of which hasn't been seen since the night of his title victory two years ago.
•April 20, 2018•
•4:00 AM•
•Dead Eye's Apartment•
•Stone Mountain, GA•
•Camera:OFF•
•Entrer•
Vivid dreams often occur in the life of Charles James, II, the man NGW fans know as Dead Eye with what he has been through in recent years. His entire life has been turned upside down. Just when it feels like he is starting to pick up a few of the pieces, another of these dreams invade his attempt at sleep.
With his return mere days away in a match against a fellow former World Champion in Coral Rose, it goes without saying that distractions are not a need or want in the life of Dead Eye. Regardless of the desire, this night going into morning has given Dead Eye such a stir that he may need to examine his mindset.
•Camera:ON•
We see Dead Eye standing in front of the bathroom mirror in his apartment washing his face. It's very clear from his appearance that he is very disturbed right now…not at all the way he would normally address the NGW fan base.
His hair is disheveled, and he again has a deep past-five o’clock shadow. He stares at his reflection for a good couple of minutes before pressing the “record” button on a wireless camera that is set on the counter of the bathroom sink.
Dead Eye: Normally, I wouldn't be doing something like this at such an early hour in my night clothes, of all things. I just can't help myself. I feel like I have to reach out. Normally, I'd hit up one of my trusted friends. In this case, it's a long-lost friend…you, my beloved fans.
He stops for a moment as if you absorb the type of cheap pop a remark like that would have made to a live audience. He briefly smirks before returning to the somber look displayed just moments before.
Dead Eye: I could hardly stand to look at myself right now. I'm ruggedly handsome…some would say sexy, but I digress. It's not something I did that makes it difficult to look at myself right now but rather something that happened to me.
He takes a step back and paces back and forth a moment before continuing. It's clear to see that whatever he is about to get off his chest has had a profound effect on him. That much is evident by the unusual tone and behavior that the returning former champion is showing in this moment of vulnerability.
Dead Eye: Let me fill y'all in on something that has been re-occurring since I've been gone. I've been having dreams, you see. Nightmares have plagued me more often than not. It started the night after my surgery. I would wake up in a cold sweat just vividly reliving the nightmare of my injury.
In recent months, those nightmares have stopped…until tonight. I must admit that those injury nightmares pale in comparison to tonight, this morning, whenever.
Dead Eye blows out a deep breath.
Dead Eye: Yaknow #ThatMomentWhen you wake up and tell yourself, “It was just a bad dream”?
He pauses and looks at the camera as if awaiting an answer from the audience.
Dead Eye: I wish I could have told myself the same thing. This time, unfortunately, I could not.
He shakes his head having visualized a quick synopsis of the dream as a live mental flashback amidst talking to his “beloved fans,” as he so affectionately put it a few minutes ago.
Dead Eye: So, lemme relieve this bad boy out once again as I tell you what happened to me when I was tryna just catch up on some beauty rest.
See, I was in this arena…in the dream, of course. Anyway, I was in this arena looking around. I was in the gorilla position. I stopped and stared at a beautiful woman and was amazed that I had it all. Fame, money, respect, friends, love, a championship belt with my name on it. Man, it was a beauty. The best part was that it wasn't just “some strap”. No. That belt was the NGW Unified Heavyweight Championship, and it was all mine.
In this dream, I looked around and realized I had it all. Everything I'd ever dreamt about. From the time I started training, I daydreamed about that moment. Like Tony Montana…the world is yours, CJ. That's what I said to myself in the dream.
The problem with dreams is that they often have a way of shifting locations on you when you least expect it. So, we fast-forward to scene two. All those things that I'd earned and not earned…the wonderful marriage to the love of my life when I thought I'd never find love again after what happened in the past. All of it was just taken away by cruel fate.
I don't mean that as a euphemism. It was literally some faceless person with a tag that said “Hello, my name is… Cruel Fate”. I shit you not. This person…this vile, hateful son of a bitch just ripped everything right out of my hands. All gone, like that.
Dead Eye snaps his fingers and likewise snaps himself out of a trance. Sweat can be seen on his forehead as he relives the scenes for the umpteenth time in the past hour since awaking.
Dead Eye: So, then, I realize – like we often do toward the end of a dream – that it was just that. I awoke in a panic. I felt all around me in my bed, and that's when reality set in.
It wasn't a dream. No, it was much worse than that. It's a living nightmare. Everything I dreamt I've lost, I have. And the worst part? I can't just snap out of it like I did in my dream.
He sighs deeply before continuing. Normally when one gets something off their chest, there is that instantaneous feeling of relief. However, this is not the case of the present duress he is under.
Instead of relief, there is pain and heartache deep inside the twenty-seven year-old that a mere confession of will not so easily be escaped from. With these types of thoughts and emotions fighting to overwhelm and control him, he wastes no millisecond of precious time.
Dead Eye: The fears I told myself I was just being paranoid about have consumed my life. Ironically enough, it started on the happiest weekend of my life, to-date. I think that's the part that makes it so difficult to absorb. Where would I be in life had I not had the weekend of matrimony and title victory?
It's a question that has crossed my mind several hundred times. Dwelling on those thoughts does me no good. All it does is cause this rift in my heart to grow even wider. There are plenty of things that have happened and are happening that I have no control over.
That brings me to the one thing I can control. That brings me to you, Coral Rose. Don't get my words misconstrued. By no means am I saying I can control you. Ms. Rose, your reputation precedes itself. I was in Seattle for one match…just one and was asked by many if I knew you. I have a restaurant in Seattle. Let's just say I'm familiar with the name.
Now, I get to get acquainted with the wrestler behind the name real soon. I'm sure you may possibly be thinking that the stress, pain, injury, worries of coming back, and divorce gives you an easy fight. In the words of Lee Corso, “Not so fast, my friend.”
I can't say exactly what I will be like when we step into that ring together. Hell, it's been over two years now since I've officially done it. One thing I do know. Despite the frustrations, setbacks, love loss, changes of addressees — everything. When I step into a ring, a switch flips. I'm not CJ, Charles, or any other way of saying my name. When I step in a ring, I transform into Dead Eye. I become the man that took this industry by storm in just a short amount of time. I become what I've been living…your living nightmare.
In no way do I underestimate you, dear. No, that's the lot of a fool, much like many fools have done the same to me. That's not happening. I come into this match with many questions. One I know the answer to. I do know that you are just as hungry to put your name out there with this fan base. In a way, that makes you even more dangerous. They know me like I know myself.
I'm tryna get back my spot. You are on a mission to make that climb here. NGW has been reborn. So am I. I'm not the man I was two years ago. A lot has changed. One thing that hasn't changed is my desire to be the best this company has to offer. To do that, I normally challenge myself to beat the best.
This time, Devlin Scott has done that for me. He's given me the opportunity to not just fight some exhibition match against the likes of John F'n Blade. Nope. He's given me someone bona fide.
Two living legends collide in what has the makings to be an early Match of the Year contender. I make my return; you make your debut. Who takes that first step toward greatness here. Is it the one who's already staked a claim here before? Or is it the one who is looking to notch their mark on this company?
One thing is for sure. This nightmare I've been living is on its last leg. I'm over my recent past, and I'm looking forward. That first step in this chapter is a meeting with Coral Rose. Ms. Rose, prepare for the fight of your life. I'm back…that's no daydream.
Without another word, Dead Eye cuts off the camera. Sweat is seen pouring off his face that holds a look of intensity the likes of which hasn't been seen since the night of his title victory two years ago.
•Finis•