Well, hi ya. This is Akila, not Blazer. Got it? Good. Well, this
is my new wrestling fic. I'll just have to see how this one goes, 'cause I
typed three parts before and well, they sucked, so I erased them all, and
you'll never get to see them. Instead, you'll get this better one. I hope
it'll be better, at least. This one'll be updated as fast as I can,
'cause, I'll say it again, we can only upload when we're at our
grandfather's house, so, if new parts don't come out, they will eventually,
just not very fast. Kay? Okay.
Disclaimer- I own the little people. The people you don't know, their mine, most likely, so don't you take them!
Enjoy.
THE BREAKING POINT
CHAPTER ONE
I yawned tiredly and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes, shutting out the world around me. Today was one of the many days that had recently plauged me, when the world was too big for me, when the pain was too big for me to conceal. This was one of the few ways that kept me sane. Coolness dampened me and I sat for a long while, lost in the abyss of nothing.
"Ding-dong, Jericho's dead, ding-dong, the bitch is dead!"
"What?" I leaped up, frantically trying to sort the voice, ignoring the slap of pain that hit me in the neck.
"Ah, did I scare the baby?" mocked Kurt Angle. "What? What? Please, you sound like Austin, man, I thought you hated him."
"Kurt," I groaned, slumping back down into the chair. "Please, go away. I don't feel good."
"You never feel good," he complained, slinging backwards over another chair. "I swear, man, you're on something." I stopped for a moment, bit my lip, then spoke.
"Please, Kurt, you're on something. I mean, you act high like everyday. Running around, with you thumb neck, with your happy face, 'I'm Kurt Angle, Olympic gold medalist, please to met you, can I have your phone number, since I can't get any dates of my own?' You're a con artist, man, that's what you are."
"And proud of it," he replied. I sighed in relief. "How's your neck doing?"
"Fine, until you came and scared me to death," I said spitefully.
"Ah poor you," he laughed, cuffing my neck brace. I gave a growl. "Oh, he bites."
"Try me Angle," I said in a low voice. "See what happens."
"Still, he bites," he laughed again, stepping up. "Well, see ya later alligator."
"Alligator?"
"Go to hell." He moved out the room, shutting the door loudly as he left.
Sighing, I picked myself up and dragged over to the bag. I dropped my hand into it, searching for the round bottle. Finally I felt it and rolled it up, twisting the top open quickly. Tilting the bottle, four slid into my hand. With one hand, I unstrapped the nylon neck brace, throwing it into the wall, breathing in deeply. With the other hand, I dropped all four painkillers down my throat.
I threw the bottle back into bag, stopped to pick up the neck brace, zipped up the bag, and walked out.
CHAPTER TWO
"You alright?" Stephanie McMahon asked me, a quirky smile on her face. "You look kind of out of it."
"Fine," I answered lightly. Ah, she looked so pretty. She could have been an angel. It was an accident she had caught me outside the arena as I headed to my car. Of course, she did look like an angel, so maybe she was one. A gaurdian angel. Didn't that sound so nice? She could fly, then. I could fly too. . .if I sincerely tried. I smiled at her charmingly. "You know, you look like an angel."
She blushed and hid her face. Ah, sweet, an angel blushing. A camera would have been most appropriate. "Thanks," she said, trying hard to keep her face away. "Um. . .well, any reason you said that, Chris?"
She looked at me so sweetly, it made my heart ache. The dull ache behind my eyelids didn't even compare to how it hurt my heart to see her smile.
"No," I said, smiling back. "Its just true, you know? Really, you do. I think maybe you are. You can fly, then. I can fly too, you know. I just have to get high enough, a good start, you know? Then I jump and flap and fly. Hey, we can fly together one day. Like birds." Now that I was started, a bird looked kind of like Stephanie too. Not a turkey or pigeon, but a beautiful eagle soaring high above the mountaintops. She had that nature too, a regal bearing and no doubt in the world where she stood. So much like an angel, like an eagle. Engle. A combination of both.
"Are you alright?" she asked, the smile still on her face, but confusion now.
"Oh, nothing," I said dreamily. "You're just an engle. You look so pretty, you could be a butterfly too." A butterfly was also very beautiful.
"Engle? That some French word?" She laughed and I laughed with her. Oh, she was funny too! Engle, pretty, funny, what a combination. We would have a ball flying together. Tomorrow would be such a good day.
"We could fly tomorrow," I told her, opening the door to the car, throwing the bag in. "I know this place where we can get so much air. You'll fly naturally, I'll just have to flap my hardest."
She looked concerned, now, for a reason I didn't know why. There was nothing in the world that was wrong. I could float away right now, actually. I looked around the great stone lot and sighed in disappointment. "No, I can't float. I'd hit the ceiling."
"Chris, are you alright?" she said, the smile gone, all trace of laughter gone. "Do you need help?"
"Help?" I laughed. "I just need you." That was poetic. Now that would inspire her. Yes, the flying date was on!
"Um. . ." She looked away, then looked back. "I better go. You be careful, alright?"
"So we'll fly tomorrow?" I said hopefully.
"Sure," she answered, backwalking away. "Whatever you want, Chris. See ya."
"Bye," I said mournfully. "Have fun."
What a shame. Not to fly.
Sighing at her insolence, I slid into the car and started the engine.
Much better! I hope you like it! Not really a point right now, just focus on the second chapter, how the mood is switched so drastically. Sane, insane. Get it? It'll unravel in the next chapter. See ya soon!
DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!
Disclaimer- I own the little people. The people you don't know, their mine, most likely, so don't you take them!
Enjoy.
THE BREAKING POINT
CHAPTER ONE
I yawned tiredly and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes, shutting out the world around me. Today was one of the many days that had recently plauged me, when the world was too big for me, when the pain was too big for me to conceal. This was one of the few ways that kept me sane. Coolness dampened me and I sat for a long while, lost in the abyss of nothing.
"Ding-dong, Jericho's dead, ding-dong, the bitch is dead!"
"What?" I leaped up, frantically trying to sort the voice, ignoring the slap of pain that hit me in the neck.
"Ah, did I scare the baby?" mocked Kurt Angle. "What? What? Please, you sound like Austin, man, I thought you hated him."
"Kurt," I groaned, slumping back down into the chair. "Please, go away. I don't feel good."
"You never feel good," he complained, slinging backwards over another chair. "I swear, man, you're on something." I stopped for a moment, bit my lip, then spoke.
"Please, Kurt, you're on something. I mean, you act high like everyday. Running around, with you thumb neck, with your happy face, 'I'm Kurt Angle, Olympic gold medalist, please to met you, can I have your phone number, since I can't get any dates of my own?' You're a con artist, man, that's what you are."
"And proud of it," he replied. I sighed in relief. "How's your neck doing?"
"Fine, until you came and scared me to death," I said spitefully.
"Ah poor you," he laughed, cuffing my neck brace. I gave a growl. "Oh, he bites."
"Try me Angle," I said in a low voice. "See what happens."
"Still, he bites," he laughed again, stepping up. "Well, see ya later alligator."
"Alligator?"
"Go to hell." He moved out the room, shutting the door loudly as he left.
Sighing, I picked myself up and dragged over to the bag. I dropped my hand into it, searching for the round bottle. Finally I felt it and rolled it up, twisting the top open quickly. Tilting the bottle, four slid into my hand. With one hand, I unstrapped the nylon neck brace, throwing it into the wall, breathing in deeply. With the other hand, I dropped all four painkillers down my throat.
I threw the bottle back into bag, stopped to pick up the neck brace, zipped up the bag, and walked out.
CHAPTER TWO
"You alright?" Stephanie McMahon asked me, a quirky smile on her face. "You look kind of out of it."
"Fine," I answered lightly. Ah, she looked so pretty. She could have been an angel. It was an accident she had caught me outside the arena as I headed to my car. Of course, she did look like an angel, so maybe she was one. A gaurdian angel. Didn't that sound so nice? She could fly, then. I could fly too. . .if I sincerely tried. I smiled at her charmingly. "You know, you look like an angel."
She blushed and hid her face. Ah, sweet, an angel blushing. A camera would have been most appropriate. "Thanks," she said, trying hard to keep her face away. "Um. . .well, any reason you said that, Chris?"
She looked at me so sweetly, it made my heart ache. The dull ache behind my eyelids didn't even compare to how it hurt my heart to see her smile.
"No," I said, smiling back. "Its just true, you know? Really, you do. I think maybe you are. You can fly, then. I can fly too, you know. I just have to get high enough, a good start, you know? Then I jump and flap and fly. Hey, we can fly together one day. Like birds." Now that I was started, a bird looked kind of like Stephanie too. Not a turkey or pigeon, but a beautiful eagle soaring high above the mountaintops. She had that nature too, a regal bearing and no doubt in the world where she stood. So much like an angel, like an eagle. Engle. A combination of both.
"Are you alright?" she asked, the smile still on her face, but confusion now.
"Oh, nothing," I said dreamily. "You're just an engle. You look so pretty, you could be a butterfly too." A butterfly was also very beautiful.
"Engle? That some French word?" She laughed and I laughed with her. Oh, she was funny too! Engle, pretty, funny, what a combination. We would have a ball flying together. Tomorrow would be such a good day.
"We could fly tomorrow," I told her, opening the door to the car, throwing the bag in. "I know this place where we can get so much air. You'll fly naturally, I'll just have to flap my hardest."
She looked concerned, now, for a reason I didn't know why. There was nothing in the world that was wrong. I could float away right now, actually. I looked around the great stone lot and sighed in disappointment. "No, I can't float. I'd hit the ceiling."
"Chris, are you alright?" she said, the smile gone, all trace of laughter gone. "Do you need help?"
"Help?" I laughed. "I just need you." That was poetic. Now that would inspire her. Yes, the flying date was on!
"Um. . ." She looked away, then looked back. "I better go. You be careful, alright?"
"So we'll fly tomorrow?" I said hopefully.
"Sure," she answered, backwalking away. "Whatever you want, Chris. See ya."
"Bye," I said mournfully. "Have fun."
What a shame. Not to fly.
Sighing at her insolence, I slid into the car and started the engine.
Much better! I hope you like it! Not really a point right now, just focus on the second chapter, how the mood is switched so drastically. Sane, insane. Get it? It'll unravel in the next chapter. See ya soon!
DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!