"You and I, moving in the dark
Bodies close, but souls apart
Shadows, smiles...secrets unrevealed
I need to know the way you feel
I'll give you everything I am...
And everything I want to be
I'll put in your hands
If you could open up to me
Can't we ever get beyond this wall?
For all I want is just once, to see you in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night.
I can't go on, running from the past
Love has torn away this mask
And now, like clouds, like rain
I'm drowning and I blame it all on you
I'm lost...God save me
Cause all I want, is just once
Forever and again
I'm waiting for you, I'm standing in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night."
~Lauren Christy - "The Color Of The Night"~ |
"You and I, seeing two different worlds
Hearts and minds, two different agendas
Shadows are where I hide to keep my pain
In time you'll know just how I feel.
She's got everything I want
She's everything I want to be
It's not your fault I obsess
And now I can't open up to you.
I can't get beyond my obstacle.
I just want one thing, one more goal
But it's hiding in the blackness of the night.
It's time for me to see the future
With you and me, no more masks
And now it all pours down on me
It is my time to ascend and achieve
What I will do, God must have mercy
All I want is one moment in time
To be the champion I know I can be
I'm here, ready for my spotlight...
Time for me to make it better...time to make it right."
~Jonathan Collins~ |
*And there he is...taking notes, watching it all on TV. Bit by bit, like some meticulous stalker. He's never been with her in the biblical sense, but he could give you details on every inch of her. Every curve, every strand of hair, he knows inside and out. The way that he wants her is so sick...so perverse. Pain is in the cards of her future, and he is the giver of that. He teeters on the brink of madness, watching match, after match, after match. Every injury of her past is seen, every highlight of her career has been noted. He sees every little bit of it...and in most trials, Jonathan Storm would be as good as guilty. On this eve, who can blame him? Who could possibly find him guilty of scouting out an opponent he's waited two months to face? Drinking his health shake, munching on a healthy salad, he jots down notes. The tattered notebook is full of little scribbles and doodles on where to attack, how to defend, what to do, and what not to do. His mind soaks every bit of information down like a sponge, all in the hopes of applying this knowledge straight to the top of the mountain in the HWF. He pushes his long blond and brown hair to the back, getting it all out of his eyes. Finally, a new tape is given to him. His crystal blue eyes dance with mild amusement as he sees this "Merry Go Round" spin and spin.*
Tempest: Especially when so many wrestlers’ minds are nothing but a continuous cheesy House of Horrors, and Jonathan Storm’s is a never ending hall of mirrors, none of which can quite manage to reflect the image of him as champion.
[She's done her homework on me...she used my mirror analogy from my match against Davison.]
You think you’ll find a perfect little world this Sunday? Not on my carousel you don’t. But then everyone needs a dream, I suppose.
[She's really done her homework...she's using my own material against me. It's okay...I've done my homework too...that's why I'm sitting here instead of at home with my gal...]
But then Helena doesn’t strike me as entirely stupid. You must have found a really effective date rape drug for her.
[And now the below the belt shot. I could say something on Mr. Davison, but I'm going to take the high road. How dare you insult her? You hardly know her, and she's such a classier woman than you. There's not an evil bone in her body. This is for her...and for everyone you've managed to unimpress on Sunday.]
[I am real, I am real, I am crystal clear in my perception. The drive and obsession ends on Sunday. I will have my life back...I will have the one thing that has eluded me since I've been here...something that should rightfully be mine. From the moment I pinned Sterling so many months ago, that belt and I have had an intertwined destiny. It has had many different couriers...but the eventual reciever of it has been me. It's taken so much for me to...
...but I've finally woken up. Goodbye, sleepy dreamer.]
*Storm stops the tape and stands up to stretch. He leans down quick to pick up his cell phone. A few buttons pushed, a quick ring...his machine picks up. He hates the sound of his own voice, and wrinkles his nose. Does he really sound like that? It's kind of sad. Twenty-four, and still sounding like a teenager. Beep, leave a message.*
Jonathan "The Impact" Storm: Hey Hel...it's me. I just wanted to call to see what you were doing. I'm here working out, studying tapes...it's not fun, and I'm thinking I'd rather be there with you, having lunch...I'll be home soon, I promise. You just take care, and do what you feel like doing. The whole house is at your disposal! Bye! *Click*
*Storm flips up the phone and sighs. He wanted to hear her voice. Every last thread of sanity is being held onto by her...she's his anchor in this ocean. Without her, he is swept into the current. Without her, he is nothing. He picks up the last remnants of his afternoon of self-education, and heads for the locker room. Dressing out of the basketball shorts and sleeveless t-shirt, into a pair of baggy blue jeans, and a simple t-shirt. He walks out as he gets stopped by a fan. Seeing as he's not "on", Storm signs willingly, and the fan becomes inquisitive.*
Fan: Are you all set for Sunday?
Storm: About as ready as I can be, y'know? This is my moment...this is my last chance, my friend.
Think about it from this viewpoint. If you were to invest a great deal of time and effort in something, in your life's dream, and were to fail, wouldn't you be angry? Wouldn't you fill with rage? My dear spectator, you're missing out on the whole story. Tempest has tried to paint me as a man with delusions of grandeur. This is no delusion, nor fiction. This is honest to goodness fact. At Indecent Exposure, I become World Champ. Why? Because I can tell you what she does, before she even does it. I've gotten to know everything about her...her breathing pattern, her daily schedule...EVERYTHING. Every inch of that body is known to me, without me laying a finger on her. Shocking, no?
Do not doubt, my friend...this is my time.
*Storm nods and heads for the beat up black jeep...off for the next destination.*
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