Note: Before you read this chapter, just wanna say that this is going to contain strong language and intense, horrific imaginative conjuring and pretty violent stuff. Hope you're gonna enjoy it anyway xD
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Chapter II - I Have Arrived, Part I/Trial By Wrestling Simulator
I woke up from what seemed to me the most bizarre dream I ever got, and found myself lying within a field of grass-
Wait a minute, is this Earth? Is this way before the Zulathulhu thing? But where the hell am- I sat up with bewilderment and confusion, and a mild, yet annoying headache.
Good-fuckin'-ness! Why is it a headache the first thing greeting me every single time I wake up? I groggily and grumpily rubbed my left temple with my left hand.
But to be honest, headaches went hand-in-hand with my life ever since my eyes needed a pair of glasses for me to see normally. And speaking of glasses...
Oh no! Where did my glasses go?! Where the hell did it go?? I panicked. Are you fuckin' kidding me? Without the glasses, I can't see shi- I stood up and looked around frantically for my glasses, and I saw everything just fine. And I could stand too!
Now this was weird. Really really weird. I could see clearly and I could stand up on my own legs also! But how could it be possible? Did this have anything to do with the dream? Did the powers Esillith'd "extracted" from my character 'John Landers' somehow cured or healed me from short-sighted eyes and damaged legs? I didn't remember any of that. I didn't even remember whether I was wearing glasses in that strange dream or not; however, I'd noticed that my wheelchair was nowhere near me- I mean my body, in that dream. This is all so weird, man. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes, trying to process the string of events happening to me for the past... Oh, fuck it, I don't even know how much time has passed ever since shit went downhill. Gotta ease the headache, man, gotta take it easy. Inhaling deeply, then exhaling slowly, I calmed myself, not letting the headache get the better of me. And when I opened my eyes...
Amazing... The grass... Grass after fresh and green grass, with clear blue sky overhead and purple-like mountains from afar serving as the sky's horizon. There was also wind blowing, caressing the grass blades, making them dance to the tune of Nature. I inhaled deeply again, breathing in a fair amount of fresh air and exhaled aloud. So peaceful, so harmonic... Everything was perfect. Unlike the nightmare that I was forced to witness by Zulathulhu himself... And such thought brought the hellish scenes back to me. Those horrendous vistas, of fire, destruction, slaughter and utter madness: The screams of despair, the shrieks of horror, the shouts of agony, vain and helpless prayers, torn and chewed bodies everywhere. Men and women, children and the elders, even infants and newborns subjected to the frightful shapes of terror and those gaping maws of everlasting hunger. Blood and guts and crimson bones painted a war-torn world with a new level of malicious and evil Hellscapes. Roaming fell beasts and eldritch chaos patrolling the lands as if the Earth'd finally become their lair at last, yet they were only a tool for havoc created by their Lord-Creator, obeying his every cruel wish and command with glee and thirst and hunger for fresh preys. Goodness... Such memory... Such memory that quelled the peaceful energy that this place offered me!
Spun by the impact of that horrific scenes in my mind, I staggered and fell down on my knees. It was all my fault. Don't know how it happened, but it was all my fault. I should have quit writing and just sat on my depressed ass and let the disability insurance take care of me. That way, I wouldn't be responsible for the shit I'd fuckin' done. That way, I would just-
"You would just what, dear Saudorn?". Suddenly, there was a voice above me.
Surprised, I looked up and saw a big, dark blue and otherworldly orb hovering in front of me. The sight was quite strange to me, yet the voice was not.
"Esillith? Is that you?", I inquired the Orb.
"The one and only". Esillith chuckled.
"So... this is your true form", I stated, a little disappointed.
"Yes, this is my true form, dear Saudorn. What did you expected? Master Gandalf? Professor Dumbledore? Or maaaaybe... Charles Xavier?". The Orb teased me.
Before I could come up with a comeback, the Orb cut me off.
"We have no time to bicker, my friend. Time, is of the essence. You must begin your training now, to survive in the World of Benders"
So I am truly in the World of Benders now, no joke. No wonder the scene here comforts me so much...
"Ah, yes, you were wondering where you are, I see. I have transported you from Zulathulhu's Flesh Fortress to this world and put John Landers's powers inside you via the confirmation of your soul. You are far away from your archenemy, safe for the time being. However, time tends to fly fast, and you have to be ready for him. So, for four months in my pocket universe, you will be training basic wrestling skills, which are seven in total. Then, there will be intermediate training as well. Any question?"
"Uh, yeah, question, like... Why do I need wrestling skills while I have John Landers's powers anyway? With his powers, I can best anyone in this world, including Korra. Hell, maybe I can even best Aang himself as well". I huffed.
"Two reasons. First of all, your powers have the same aspect as the "art" of bloodbending, which will make people antagonize you, which is NOT an outcome you and I really need. Second of all, I have locked your powers away to prevent arrogance from controlling you. Even so, I saw that you were still affected by the thought that you are too powerful for this world, which, in fact, is true. Nevertheless, arrogance is a very very dangerous thing and it can manage to bring down even the most powerful being in existence. This, I assure you, my friend, is not far from the truth as I have seen so many rises and falls of empires and significant figures. You are the only hope this world and any other have against Zulathulhu and you know it, so don't think you can pull the "Chosen One" card and be done with it. Do you understand?".
Reprimanded by Esillith, I looked down in shame and kicked myself in the ass in my mind. Of course! my powers do have the same aspect as bloodbending. Well, from others' perspective, that was. John Landers had the ability to manipulate living beings down to molecular level, making them dance to his tune. Sounds pretty much like bloodbending right? I mean the "dancing to his tune" part. So no matter how hard I'd tried to explain, the people in this world, especially benders, would convince themselves that I was a bloodbender. End of discussion, end of story, you're going down, goodbye! Also, about the arrogance part, Esillith was spot on: I did come off arrogant and would pay dearly had I wandered off towards the city acting like an insufferable jerk like Kratos from that stupid God of War franchise. Not good, not good at all, if you ask me.
"Ahem, have you finished thinking, Saudorn? Because we need to get you trained properly immediately". Esillith's voice broke my thoughts.
"Uh, yeah, of course, sir!".
"Good. Let's go".
"Wait a minute, Esillith, whe-".
Before I could finished my question, there was a blinding light and everything went black quickly. Good-fuckin'-ness, what's with this orb guy and light?
Blackness. Blackness everywhere again. Then, I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying in a really big wrestling ring, which had six sides, just like the ones from good, old TNA.
Cool. At least Esillith acknowledges my hate for WWE.
All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, Esillith appeared. He looked at me ( okay, I assumed he looked at me ) then said:
"Alright, I think I did a pretty good job recreating the six-sided TNA ring which you loved so much. Anyway, let's get started. First, I want you to work with stance and motion; and to make the, uh, course a bit faster and smoother, I will put these images of amateur wrestlers doing stance and motion in your mind just so you know what to do"
And like he said, the images appeared in my mind and stayed there until, I thought, I did the stance perfectly. But instead of practicing right away, I asked my "coach":
"Just a quick question, Esillith. Why didn't you put the images of all the seven basic skills in my head so I can perfect them all straight away?".
"I don't think you want your brain to be overloaded and fried, my friend". Came the answer.
"Okay, got it". I nodded.
So I focused on the images and practiced the stance and motion, and for half an hour, I kept practicing 'til I almost perfect the first two skills ( kinda ). Esillith spoke when I finished:
"Good. Now to level change and penetration ( no dirty thoughts )".
The images of level change and penetration entered my mind. But before I start, let me explain to you about level chance and penetration: Level change is the act of raising and lowering your hips to set up or execute an attack or to counter the moves of your opponent. While penetration is the first offensive movement that puts you in a position to score. For the next one hour, I set to practice these two skills. After that, it was back step and back arch, in one hour and a half: Footwork and hipwork to make sure you move with speed, execute perfect upper body throw and protect your head while throwing your opponent down upon the mat or ring floor ( by tucking your hips under your opponent, your head won't touch the mat/floor when done against him/her ). Finally, lift, in one hour: Used to finish takedowns, to set up pinning combinations, to counter escapes and to counter takesdowns. And with back step, back arch and lift, I got a dummy to play with. However, at the end of today's course, there was a small exam, and I got a real opponent: I, me and myself ( namely my clone )
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out, time out, Esillith! I'm not ready to fight a person! I'm not ready to fight my-"
A spear-like takedown cut me off from completing my objection. Before I even tried to muster any counter, I was pulled up by my clone ( did I tell you that my clone was a fairly muscular guy and was a bit taller than me? No? Well, now you know ) and was slammed down on the ring floor, wind knocked out of my lungs, eyes seeing stars. And I was just played around like that for fifteen more minutes without halt: Picked up, slammed down; picked up, slammed down; picked up, slammed down; sometimes got into a submission move too ( and I tapped out like a bitch-rookie I was ). After that, I was released and got a breather.
"What do you think? Pleased with your clone? That is you after three months of workout. Took me awhile to mold him from nothing, heh heh". Esillith hovered above me and declared, adding a chuckled in the end.
"I... don't... know. But I... do know... one thing: If I catch... you... with my bare hands, I'll... I'll... I'll mold you into a frickin' square!".
"Well, I look forwards to that, dear Saudorn. When you complete the training, that is", Esillith replied, then he moved away and let out a sound resembling a whistle's "ttsssssssss".
Here we go again. I thought somberly as the fairly muscled Me approached, eager for another fun-time session...