Nightmares
Nightmares
Seth cocked the .45 pistol and set it down on the table. He grabbed the bottle of vodka in front of him and took a long swig. Seth winced as the vodka burned down his chest and into his stomach.
“Why did I make that stupid bet,” Seth mumbled out loud, slurring his words from the liquor he had been consuming.
Seth took another long swig from the bottle, this time coughing a little, and almost vomiting. Seth grabbed the pistol from the table and began aiming it around the room. Soon Seth had found the gun barrel against the side of his head, with his finger on the trigger. He was completely drunk and incoherent. His eyes were bloodshot red from drinking, along with the tears, which were visibly running down his face.
Seth put the gun back down on the table once again. He pulled a cellophane wrapper from the pocket of his jeans. Inside the wrapper was a variety of different pills. Seth emptied a few of the pills out into his hand, and then popped them into his mouth and started to chew them. He cringed at the taste, but started chewing faster. Finally he washed down the remnants with another swig of vodka.
Seth grabbed the gun once again and stumbled up out of his chair. He continued to stumble into the bathroom of the small, rundown roach motel room. He flipped on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. Seth pointed the gun at the mirror and began to mumble.
“I’m already dead…Just kill me,” Seth grumbled incoherently.
Seth dropped the gun into the sink and fell to his knees. He tried to move toward the toilet, but it was too late. Seth started vomiting on the bathroom floor. It looked more and more painful each time his body purged. He continued mumbling, but nothing that could be considered words.
Suddenly a knock was heard at the motel room door. Seth was obviously too gone to hear it. The people on the other side, however, were completely willing to let themselves in if need be. Seth hadn’t locked the door at all, so it wasn’t difficult, and a few moments late the door swung open. Two men walk in and close the door behind them. They examine the room, and can hear Seth in the bathroom. They walk to the bathroom to find Seth trying to grab the .45 out of the sink.
“Shit! Grab him!” One of the men instructed the other.
The other man, wearing a Reebok windbreaker and matching Reebok swoosh pants, grabbed the gun from Seth and grabbed him by his neck. He pulled Seth out of the bathroom and dropped him in the hallway. He pointed the gun down at Seth, making sure he didn’t try anything stupid.
The other man in the room was wearing a dark gray Gucci suit, with a black tie. He took a few steps closer to Seth and pulled a chair over. He sat down in the chair and looked down at Seth.
“You’re in a lot of trouble now, kid. The kind of trouble that you think only exists in the movies, understand? You owe, big time. You’re not gonna kill yourself, because that’s the easy way out of this. That, and I want my money. So if anyone is gonna kill you, it’s gonna be me, understand?”
Seth tried mumbling words, but nothing but drunken slur would escape his mouth. He fumbled around on the floor a bit, and started to vomit again.
“That is disgusting. What the hell is the matter with you? Roll his ass over, and then grab any drugs and weapons in the house. Let this asshole suffer here, but he ain’t killing himself…not now.”
The man in the Reebok outfit searched the room and grabbed all of the pills and alcohol that Seth had in the room. The two men left the room, leaving Seth there suffering and lying in a pool of his own vomit. Seth finally stopped throwing up, and passed out.
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Seth jumped out of bed in a cold sweat. The vision of the nightmare he was having visibly had him rattled. He ran to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. He let it run for a few moments before sticking his head beneath the stream of water.
Seth flicked on the bathroom light, and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He looked at himself in the mirror as he wiped his face with a hand towel. Seth wiped the sweat from his body that was caused by the nightmare. That wasn’t the first time Seth had this nightmare. It was becoming more common recently.
Seth looked out into the room and cursed at the sight of the sunlight shining through the curtains. Now he couldn’t even try to get a decent rest. He turned around and started the water in the tub. When he got the water to the right temperature he pulled a lever, and the water spouted out through the shower head. He closed the bathroom door and got ready for his shower.
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Later on in the day the scene fades in outside of an arena in Las Vegas holding a TFWF house show. After panning around the outside for a few moments, the scene cuts backstage to Seth Black watching footage of his loss at Mayhem. Seth laughed at the part where Georgie Nickels pinned him for the win.
“I wouldn’t mind having that one on top of me again at Highlight Night. Maybe after I win the North American title she can come back to the room and we can reinact what happened on Mayhem.” Seth said through his laughter.
Seth turns off the TV as Mahoney Macmillian walks into the room. Seth doesn’t have time to react before Mahoney asks his first question.
“Seth Black, coming up at Highlight Night 2008, you have the chance to become the DWIWF North American Champion, in only your second professional wrestling match of your career…How do you feel?” Macmillian questions as he moves the mic towards Seth’s face.
Seth stares at Mahoney for a few moments before giving his response.
“Not that it’s any of your business, Macmillian, but I feel fine. Everybody in that match is either new like me, or a stepping stone for guys like me. And when I say guys, I mean it. So Miss Nickels, you for one need to stay far from the ring and let the men do what we do. Forget about what happened on Mayhem, because it was a fluke, everyone saw that it was a fluke! Now do yourself a favor, and go challenge some other s**t to a bikini competition or something. Pose for playboy. Anything is better for your career than wrestling, and if you show up at Highlight Night, I am going to embarrass you.”
Mahoney snaps the mic back towards himself and begins to speak again.
“Understandable hostility towards Miss Nickels, wow. Seth how about you confrontation with APB? I mean, if it wasn’t for him, you might not be in this match at all,” Mahoney continued.
“Oh yeah, they guy I punched in his face on Mayhem? The guy didn’t even wanna fight back!” Seth mocked.
“APB is an accomplished name here in TFWF, Mr. Black.” Mahoney responded.
“I could care less what this loser has done here. I don’t care what anyone has done here. You think I care about this place’s history? Well you’re wrong. ‘Portal.’ You made the worst mistake of your career inviting me into this match.”
“Moving on now to your next opponent, Seth. What are your thoughts on being in there with Randall Dylan again?” Mahoney asked.
“Dylan didn’t pose a threat the first time, Mahoney. What the hell makes you think I would worry about him now? Can you say stepping stone? That’s Randall’s sole purpose at Highlight Night.” Seth said, as he visibly started to get annoyed with all of the questions.
“Another familiar opponent for you, Seth. Kent Clark.”
“Kent Clark is in this match? Haha! Oh I thought he got fired for his ‘amazing’ sppearance at Mayhem. I wouldn’t even have the self respect to show my face here after performing the way he did. Go buy a nintendo, kid. And stay out of my ring.”
“Well Seth, it all comes down to this man, the champ. Epislon. He is the only thing standing in your way of a championship.” Mahoney says.
“Epislon…That rapist guy? Yeah I don’t even know why the hell he works here, but that doesn’t change the fact. And the fact is this, the only raping that will be going on at Highlight Night, is gonna be Seth Black raping 5 other people of their hopes and dreams. Maybe even a few careers. But either way, I will walk out of Highlight Night as the North American Champion, and there isn’t anything I won’t do to assure that. Now if you’ll excuse me Mahoney, get the hell outta here before I smack you!” Seth belts out.
Mahoney backs away slowly as Seth rolls his eyes. Seth turned back to the TV and went back to watching the Mayhem footage. After a few moments, the camera begins to fade.
