Dream To Sleep

"And your pixel army can't save you now
My finger's on the kill switch
I remember I used to compose your dreams
Control your dreams
And don't be afraid to expose yourself
Before I shut you down
you made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping."

*Flashback. End of Days. Jonathan and Prudence Collins are giving the fans everything they've got. Back and forth, back and forth, each one more intense than the last. Slow it down. Each blow more accurate, more intense. Prudence falls to the mat. Jonathan climbs up. We watch this moment again.*

CP: Storm is up top! He's going for his move!

JA: DON'T DO IT!!!!!!

*The plea is futile. Serena's shaking head is futile. Ashlee's shocked scream is futile. He leaps. First the frog splash tuck....then he rotates his body....










And it happens. They both sink through the ring like a ton of bricks. They lay motionless, save for the slight slip of Jonathan's leg. He wakes up though. He grabs a hold of the ring and pulls himself up from the hole. The arena is empty. Every seat has been vacated. He shakes his head to see if he's dreaming. He's not. He stumbles and falls to the ground as he starts to walk to the backstage area. He is met by Corey, Ashlee, and Serena.*

Storm: Did you call off the PPV?

Corey: No s*it, Jon. You cost the whole company its biggest show! We had so much invested in this! What were you thinking with that stunt? You never tried that in OCW, let alone here! Why didn't you clear it with me?

Ashlee: Jonathan, how could you? How could you do this to your family? How could you do this to me?!

Serena: Jonathan...you made so many promises to me...and in one moment you broke almost all of them. I used to love you! Don't you remember everything you said to me?

Storm: But...I...I...I did...

Serena: Look at what you did!

*She points behind her. The ambulance is zipping a black bag up as they wheel it into the truck. Corey, Serena, and Ashlee nod in disapproval at him before walking away from him. He tries to reach for Ashlee, but she walks on. He tries to comfort Serena, but she shrugs him off. They load into the ambulance truck and speed off. As Jonathan tries to run after them, he stumbles and starts to fall. He keeps falling. Well, in slow motion. He picks himself back up and heads for his dressing room. It's dark, save for one candle lit. He turns on the light, but to no avail. He keeps flicking the switch, hoping to spark something.*

It ain't gonna work, Johnny.

Who is that?

Who do you think? It's you!

Okay, now I'm losing it. I can't be talking to me.

*Sure enough, he is. The short haired Jonathan, which we're all more accostumed to has walked right in front of Jonathan. He smiles and then nails his counterpart with his old move, Sudden Impact, a reverse russian legsweep. The two just remain on the floor, the long haired Jonathan looking quite angry.*

Any particular reason behind that?

Not really, but it got your attention, didn't it? And now that I have it, let's talk, shall we?

If this is about me killing Prudence, I swear to God I'll...

Heavens no! Besides, you've already heard enough about that. What I want to know is...WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?! My God! I mean, you let Grady, Pru, Ashlee, Corey, Serena, the Dravens, Zero, Robert Orr, and everyone else with a smile and a promise turn you to steaming camel crap! Not to mention that you and Ashlee got divorced and you ran to Angela Chang! You didn't try to work things out, you just ran straight to Angie, hoping she'd solve it for you. Nice f*cking job, dips*it. I'm really proud of you. Now you grow your hair out and pretend that it's going to make a difference. Logic finds its way through to our thick skull YET again.

Why are you telling me this?! You're just as responsible as I am! You're the one who walked off with Angie! You're the one who almost killed Grady Smith! What the hell are you blaming me for? I'm not here to make a difference. I got my revenge by beating Pru. Granted, it wasn't what I wanted, but I got the job done!

Yeah, and what happens now? I don't think you're getting the full picture on this. We're done, you're done, and I'm done. It's over. Every ounce of credibility is gone. All respect is gone. All we are is a joke. It's not my fault. You left me behind in Missouri. I'm still watching over Joe. Jonathan, all we are is someone Corey's going to call to put some Academy kid over. Look at me! F*cking stare at me and see what we were!

*Jonathan turns his head towards him and remembers that. Three belts draped around his body. A smile that could light a dark street, and a haircut you could set your watch to. Knappy? Oh yeah. Serious? Even more so. This man in front of him was revered and respected. People knew that this man was no joke.*

Proud of yourself now? Here I am, with more gold than you've seen in 3 months. Really f*cking proud, and you know I'm right.

Hey...this isn't some bush league anymore. I've got people scrutinizing my every move, and I hate it! If I win, people claim it's Corey backing me. If I get pushed, it's Corey calling the shots. Why do you think nobody ever knew? Wait a minute, of course you know! You're f*cking ME! Don't do this to me!

I'll do whatever I want to you. Right now, I carry more than you EVER will. You're going to listen to me though. You're going to get out of this stupid funk, and you're going to take back what's yours. Go get feared again! Do what you did that made people stop, look, and listen to you! When were you noticed? When you crippled Grady. When did people pay attention? When you nearly drove Stevie Suicide from the CWF. 5 World Titles were the result of that, not being the lapdog of anyone. Do yourself a favor. Prove them wrong. Guys like Haven, Cash, Grady...they have NEVER been as dominant as you. Haven's records? Nothing. You've been the first of many in other places. Cash? Nothing like you. You invented half the book of aerial wrestling. Grady? That has-been has only HALF the world titles you did. Go out there and pay them all back. Be the champ, not the chump.

*He opens up his eyes as if he has had an epiphany. A bright light shines in his eyes, as paramedics shine their flashlights. He pushes people out of his way as he looks up from his hospital bed. In the bed next to him, lays Prudence, soundly sleeping. He sighs and lays back down, falling back asleep. Some time passes by, and everyone is gone. He awakens for no reason and lays up. He thinks about things. How The Perfect Evil walked away from him. How Ashlee cheated on him. How everything just fell apart. He gets angry. He gets very angry. And then he speaks.*

Be the champ...NOT the chump.