Rebirth

[zyon 0]

“The doctor will be with you in just a minute.”

 

And with that the boring, middle-aged nurse made her way out the door to leave as a patient stared at the gray wall in front of him. Studying his surroundings the individual noticed that the room he currently sat in is also a room where he once visited before.

 

The difference being that this time, he was conscious.

 

“And so, with the flashbulbs of hundreds of cameras going off around him on all sides, Zyon leaps off the top buckle into the air, jacknifing as he does so and then diving down towards the announce desk where TORU still lies…

 

“FIIIIIIIII-NAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL FLAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

 

*KEEERRRRRR-AAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!*

 

“HO-LY SHIT!”

 

“HO-LY SHIT!”

 

“HO-LY SHIT!”

 

As the fans chant and pound for all they’re worth, the nearest camera operator hurries forward to get a close-up of the carnage. There, lying in the wreckage of what was once an announce table, is the non-moving and broken body of a SWF competitor.

 

Just the one.”

 

The youth retreats back to reality, as the memory of breaking himself is quite uncomfortable to say the least. Listening to the unknown voices outside the door, Zyon shuts his eyes…bad idea.

 

“This camera shot shows Zyon leaping off the top buckle, but it also shows that at the last moment, TORU rolled to one side and dropped ungracefully off the announce table. Meaning that when Zyon hit, he hit backfirst straight into the wood and plastic of the desk without taking his intended target with him.”

 

A replay that seemingly froze time once again shot off inside of the youngster, and with little more than a twitch it was gone, but it will be back. The scars only fade; they don’t disappear. Still in slender form the Unique Youth allows his mystical eyes to float up noticing strands of long brown bangs hanging in his vision, and beyond that was a chart of the human body. Connecting the names Zyon could easily figure out that the graph displayed all the bones and muscles of the body, and luckily for the youth not one of his bones have been broken.

 

Just his pride.

 

Young and ready to take on the world the youngster unexpectingly lost the hardcore title to the new comer Marcus Ward. Angry and prepared to prove himself to a crowd of thousands, Zyon battled the champion at the time in a standard match. The outcome was all but a blur to the youngster even though he did pull off the double U. Sure the chair shots and high spots could have been catching up with the Patron Wrestler of Athens, but for once wrestling was not to blame for the loss of that particular memory. Soon after regaining respect from…well himself the cruiserweight found himself in SWF limbo until one night he stepped up and challenged Jay Hawke for the International title.

 

“It’s only a secondary title, what’s the big deal?”

 

One would oh so intelligently spill out of their mouth. However, at the time the World Title was equivalent to the high school whore, in which everyone got a turn. The International title on the other hand was forced into marriage and desperately needed a divorce.

 

And Zyon was the knight in brand spankin new shiny armor.

 

Similar to a fairy tale the story was built up with the ignorant, yet determined youngster going up against the overly arrogant champion. The ending must have been set in stone, the bold youngster would dethrone the savage veteran and all would be rainbow bright. The people would sing the praises and be enthusiastically up in arms.

 

Too bad the people were blind, as was Zyon.

 

“Hawke makes his way to the top turnbuckle, takes a deep breath, and leaps, doing a complete backflip in the air and driving his knee into Zyon’s left shoulder.

 

 

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

 

 

Pete: “What the hell was that?”

 

 

Jay Hawke immediately covers, hooking the leg and digging his elbow into the shoulder at the same time:

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!”

 

Once again Zyon lost the big one, but earned the respect of many and may have stole the show during the biggest SWF PPV. That was not enough though, and once again the youth found himself in SWF limbo.

 

Limbo just so happened to go by the name of JJ Johnson.

 

While picking up the pieces of his honor Zyon was met with an unlikely rival. A rival to be quite honest, Zyon was slightly afraid of. During his go around with Jay Hawke, Zyon was the aggressor and as they say, “Dog will hunt.” JJ Johnson though was a totally different type of beast. The man was regaining his voice and even was the cruiserweight champion defeating what some say is the best wrestler in the company. Yet the enforcer was not happy in the slightest.

 

There was no smile

 

There was no laughter

 

Not even a twinkle of “Hey today could be a good day.”

 

There was nothing.

 

Isn’t that a little bit scary.

 

Zyon though was ready to take the challenge head on, and arrogantly figured to staple his name next to another classic…or in a smarks opinion, “overrated pile of shit.” Before snapping back into the real world the youth had one last vision of JJ Johnson throwing himself into the ring post…damaging his back, which set up the next two months of agony followed by the stench of defeat.

 

Opening the door with the slightest bit of strength the man in white showed himself to his patient. The doctor looked to be in his mid forties and had no distinguishing marks about him. Saving lives would be the only thing to get someone so plain attention. Try not to misunderstand though…the man was good at what he did.

 

“Well Zak, I’d say from the X-rays and our most recent visits that your back is almost back to normal.” The doctor speaks.

 

Staring into the nametag Zyon looked up meeting the doc with his eyes. There is one thing about men and women who work under the medical field that demands Zyon’s attention.

 

Their eyes.

 

These people chose the path in which they may very well see someone die. Sooner or later it happens…even to the best of them. This man was no different and the emotionless stare he shot back at Zak sent a shiver down his spine. Behind those eyes could be years of blood, ruptured vessels, cancer cells, death before, during, or after birth, fatal injuries, and of course DOA. It was in Zyon’s character to face the truth and not hide from it, and today the youth realized that everyone was hurting a little…not just him.

 

“Almost?”

 

Beyond the aura of death surrounding the doctor, was the question.

 

“Oh it’s no big deal. By that I mean you will just have to get used to being fully active again, haha.”

 

That laugh…

 

Poor guy couldn’t even shadow how fake it sounded. A moment of silence went by before Zyon stood up along with his physician.

 

“So does that mean…”

 

Before Zyon could finish the doctor gave off a faint smile…just as fake as the laugh.

 

“Yes…”

 

And with that the depressed doctor made his exit shutting the door behind him unceremoniously. Alone, Zak AKA Zyon was able to get a grasp on what was next…or in this case, what was first. Trembling Zyon grabbed the doorknob, replaying the grand news he just heard.

 

And then with a grin, Zyon threw the door open and stepped out…

[Toxxic 0]

Well... I think this means he's ready for action again, which is all good. Not sure why the fake laugh and smile from the doc though.

 

Still, Zyon back = teh g00dzor!