Post by John Green on Feb 23, 2009 9:43:06 GMT -4
Prologue:
How blinded could I possibly have been? Over the past few weeks, everything has been a blur to me. I was attacked, I beat Fyre Angel, then I fell off my high horse as I was beaten by Michael Lively… Everything went by without a thought or a doubt that I had been doing the right thing this week or going the right way with the situation. I was wrong… I acted like a ruthless, cocky punk whereas my foe had himself focused the entire time. He eliminated me from the Survive and Conquer match at New Years Retribution. He is the number one contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship. And he his still undefeated in this federation of Action Packed Wrestling. In the greatest spectacle of them all, John Green goes one on one with Level One at the bloodiest Pay-Per-View APW has to offer in what will be known as a career defining match. But why is this match happening? Is it about revenge? Is it about greed? No one knows quite what this whole thing is about. No one but John Green and Level One themselves. When John meets eye to eye with Level One nothing matters in his head anymore anymore. What has grown in me instantly forces a kind of gravity wave never known until you actually experience it. Maybe it is only about a thirst to be the best. That need for greatness, which when combined between the two sets off an unimaginably distinct setting. During the entire blur, it suddenly becomes so clear what this is for. If you dig deep enough, you realize the reality of the situation. It isn’t about greatness. It is like two dominant beasts in their natural habitats. The two tops of the food chain looking to see which one is best. How did it come about? Once again, nobody knows. This is the type of thing which is blind to the untrained eye. That is why you can’t even realize why the hell this match is such a big deal. Until the situation in itself surrounds you, there is no bearing on what it means. But when it hits you, it is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It is different than desire, something aside from passion. It is something unexplainable, and if someone tried to do so, the words would come out scrambled and unformulated. Whether or not John Green wins is not even a factor. He has found out something that will stay inside of him forever. He has learned more from this stage of his life than any other. Every week he has experienced that great feeling and each time it happened, something new came with it. In the end, the best skilled in the art of wrestling will come out on top, but both men are victorious despite the outcome of the match.
No, not again… This can’t be happening again to me…
An unbearable, searing pain pierces throughout his body as he seemingly wakes up from a deep sleep.
Did I do something wrong? Is this what hell feels like?
Complete blackness is all he can see. He tries to walk forward and get out of this darkness but realizes an outside force preventing him from doing so. He can feel something along the surface of the whole back of his body. Not anything hard, actually a soft texture. This provides the fact that he is lying down.
Maybe it’s heaven… Maybe I’m just floating along in the sky…
As his head wanders the thoughts, a headache grows within him, making the pain in his body seem nonexistent.
Oh, fucking great.
In his own little world of darkness, he tries to hope for the best. Not being able to move and seeing a sadistic dream unfold in front of you isn’t exactly helping the hope either. Right on cue, a nightmare develops in front of him. The only thing John Green had ever feared in his life was to be at the will at another man. He hated those long types of car drives, making you seem very vulnerable to a slip of the wrist. Somehow, he gained a bit of his vision but it was shadowed by darkness and the things his eyes were showing him seemed deceiving. A man driving a car and speaking to his wife at the same time appeared in front of him yet it was a dark night out and there was no roof to this vehicle. The man shown takes his eye off the road and turns to the lady, seeming to yell at her. In an instant, he crosses an intersection and the couple is blind-sighted by a car going at least eighty miles per hour. The glass shatters and with the force, the two are carried quite a distance. If John could, he would have shuddered, but instead, he was forced to take in each and every moment of the terrible display.
Everything goes black again.
What the fuck…
A new vision appears however in a tone of black and white. As if it was a mirror, he could see his own face, leaning back with his eyes closed.
What is going on…?
All he can see is two headlights coming at him at a very quick speed. A man sits inside this truck with dark black eyes that could burn a hole through you. John sees the front of his car quickly turn from good condition to a heap of twisted metal.
John comes back to his new reality obviously shocked.
Are these nightmares? Is this all really a dream?
The pain doesn’t allow him to think back.
Why am I here? Why am I in this place…? Why?
A new vision focuses on a man standing above another in front of a large audience… Obviously, an APW arena. This is a different one than all the others. The quality of it is terrible, only able to see figures of things and the transparency of it. Then everything comes together for him. The visions align with themselves but before he could realize what it is, everything fades away leaving him alone. He suddenly feels the need to get out. The walls are as if they’re closing in. Claustrophobia, which has never been an issue for John, overwhelms him in an instant. Moving his body is an instant urge which is followed much to his own dislike. A sharp tingle is sent up his spine almost as a warning. Oblivious to it, he continues to try and wiggle himself out of this state but it only causes more fear and tension. Realizing there is no way out at the particular moment; he gives in and lets tranquility take its own course.
Please… Let it stop! I beg whoever is doing this. LET IT STOP!
He feels a tear trickle down his cheek as he falls back into that deep sleep… During this time of simplicity, his body is able to rest bringing on another day. When yet another day passes, some of his usual abilities return to him…possibly his thoughts.
Waking up, the first thing he noticed was that he could actually see again. And what was in front of him didn’t seem to be any reminiscent of what he remembered. With that, he was obviously glad. It must have been during the night because only the moonlight was shining through the blinds in the window. Noticing the machines and wires around him while resting in a bed made him quickly think he had been in a hospital bed. He uttered some vulgar words to himself wondering what possibly could have happened this time. Michael Lively couldn’t have put him in that bad of shape. Did he win? Things from the past finally hit him like a truck. Who put me in this bed?
The floor I was on seemed to be very un-lively for a hospital which was comforting. I looked down at my arms to see what shape they were in, and they seemed fine, possibly a broken finger but nothing more than that.
Trying to trace himself back to the pain suffered a few nights ago, he shuts his eyes to begin with the darkness once again. Nothing comes back to him which leads to quick frustration.
Hmm… What did happen that night? All I can remember is that unforgiving pain that surfaced every movement I made. Now I seem better, though. Thank god.
He suddenly rises for the first time in days. A nurse runs over to tend to him and he looks over to her very confused.
Green: “Uh, can you tell me why I am here?
Nurse: “Sure, you were involved in a car accident that put you into a coma.
John takes a moment to take in the details.
Green: Wait, say that again?
The nurse smiles slightly and looks him in the eyes while adjusting some buttons on a machine.
Nurse: A man seemed to have crashed into you dead-on in an APW Parking Lot. It was also a Semi Truck, probably the reason for the coma. I’m just glad you’re back to regular form now. You could have been a goner.
John swallows hard just at the words of dead when he has a PPV coming this sunday. Suddenly, his heart beat begins to pick up and he clenches both of his fists in hatred.
Nurse: The main thing I need you to do is remain calm. You’re in no shape to act up or show emotions. Just get some more rest.
John feels his face with his hand. The surface of his skin is rather rough do to damage that must have taken place in the crash.
Green: What happened to this man? He better be imprisoned or his day of reckoning could come early.
Nurse: Yes, he was put into jail, but it seems as if he is able to be taken out for bail. Listen, all you need to worry about is getting over this incident.
Green: No, this could take days, weeks even… I have something big planned in a few days. Sitting in a hospital bed won’t do too well for me.
Nurse: I’m sorry; but you’re going to have to have it wait. Either that or let it pass…
Green: Just tell me this, how well am I?
Nurse: Well, the swelling in your face has gone down a lot over the past days you’ve been asleep. You suffered a minor fraction in your index finger, but that’s it. You came out fairly well compared to others. The only thing that had us worrying was your head. You suffered severe trauma, obviously enough to put you in that state.
With that, John gets up, in the patient’s outfit and all and begins to wobble around the room.
Nurse: Please sir, you should be resting right now!
He seems oblivious to anything around him as he stumbles into a wall but uses it to hold himself up. The nurse begins yelling for help but he doesn’t seem to care. Millions of different thoughts pace throughout his mind while he just stands here, rotting away in a hospital bed.
"Why am I doing this? If I’m okay to stand, I’m okay to do anything. I mean, I’m John fucking Green, no matter what physical condition I am in."
John looks like a drunken man as he exits the room and waddles down the hallway and out of the Intensive Care Unit. People stare at him during this but the only thing on his mind is to leave this hell and get back to his real life. As he finally seems like he can walk straight again, a young looking lady walks up to him seeming to follow as he turns a corner.
Woman: Hi, what are you doing here? My name is Kristy, and I am just like, so bored right now. So I saw you walking around and I said to myself, hmm, he’s pretty cute, why don’t I go and talk to him. And that’s why I’m here!
John walks around, ignoring the woman. She continues on, while he is trying to find an exit.
Kristy: A few months ago, I had this boyfriend and he was this complete jerk. All he ever did was ask for sex and we never even talked. Usually I’d just try and bring up a conversation and he’d ignore me. And then, my mom hates me I think… She is about to kick me out of the house and I’m getting worried because I don’t have a place to live. Do you have a nice house?
Possibly getting annoyed, John turns a corner which leads him into the café area. Walking through the room, John notices that he is very hungry.
Kristy: Do you want something to eat? Because I work here the food is free! Take what you want!
Not stopping, John swipes a chocolate bar from the counter and Kristy nods to the man behind the cashier. On the other end of the room there is a stairway which John opens the door and walks into. Kristy happily follows behind. Almost tripping down the stairs, John grabs onto the railing and stops himself. Kristy lets out a chuckle as he continues on down the stairs. Not knowing it himself, John walks out the door on the floor below the last one. Still tailing along, the girl sees a man being operated on by many different doctors.
Kristy: Oh my god, I wish I could be there right now! I mean, if I only would have stayed in school...
Green: If you only would SHUT... THE FUCK UP!
Kristy: Are you in here for like, anger management or something?
Deciding it must be better to ignore her, John goes down a hallway full of ill patients. He suddenly stops and grips onto a man’s bed.
Kristy: What are you doing!? This man has cancer! Let him be! He needs rest! Well, anyway, I thought you should know that I am 16 years old. I hope that’s no too young for you. I dropped out before high school to be with my patients, my one and only dream!
Green: Aren’t you a nurse!?
Kristy: No, no, silly… I’m a receptionist! They also let me schedule appointments sometimes but only if I work well.
John suddenly grasps his head with one hand and feels dizzy. He shakes the patient’s bed much to the disapproval of the drop out receptionist. He closes his eyes and drops to one knee stirring the patient’s bed even more. He suddenly wakes up and realizes John at the foot of his bed. John looks up and with the dizziness affecting him, he sees three old men winding in a circle.
Patient: What in the hell is going on!?
John crawls over with one leg and mashes in at the button located to the side of the patient. It is entitled Nurse. As he continues to pound away he turns back to Kristy…
Green (In gasps): Can’t…you…help…me?
Kristy: NO! I’m a receptionist! And that button is for THIS patient only!!
Green looks at her blankly and then turns back to the button. The old man suddenly slaps Green on the cheek, sending him backwards and onto the floor. Once again fading off, the last thing he hears is, What would you like?
Every punch’s precision and power rises with thoughts of Level One swimming through his mind. A punching bag sways in front of an eagerly swinging Green. Mainly focused on getting back in shape, he strikes the punching bag. Jabbing towards the middle of the bag, the car crash comes up in his mind once again. Suddenly, he turns all of his punches into very nice combinations. A quick jab to the head, left uppercut, with the punching bag swaying back and forth, side to side. He takes one more shot near the top of the bag and hears his glove nearly explode on collision. He grins and removes the gloves to get a drink. He walks over to his bottle of water nearby and quickly drinks a bit of it down. Next, he walks over to a treadmill where a big, buff man walks silently on the machine. John smiles as he gets onto the machine next to his.
Green: You must come here often…
He sighs to himself and then hears a groan next to him. Letting out a slight chuckle, the man next to him looks over at John who is now going at a regular walking speed to warm up his legs. With every step, the only thing in his head is Level One. He decides to go along with it, and he remembers all of the attacks he has made on Level One. Thinking back to New Years Retribution.
If not for me getting in that match we would have to watch another match where Level One takes a easy win. You know, I wonder… Does he have mercy for me? I never did anything that was life threatening to him, but he did. What happened to me, while I am oblivious to the actual details, was ruthless and unforgiving. So it seems that as of right now, he actually does have the upper hand on me. If he had killed me with that Level Advancement off the ladder, then there would have been no match, which confuses me. He said it himself that he wanted to know that he could beat me.… If something fatal actually did happen to me that night, which was very possible, than Level One V.S John Green would never have occurred. You may have thought you were getting into my head, Level, but you truly were not. In fact, everything thus far has only fueled my fire. You’ve kept me going throughout this little upset each and every week. It wasn’t I that kept reminding me not to give up; it was you with all of your sick little games.
He changes the speed up to high.
You really outdid yourself with this one, though. Attacking me from behind my back is one thing, but trying to end my life with that move. So yeah, when I think about it, you’ve got the upper hand going into Carnage. You have a beaten, battered man at your own hands. However, that man will have enough heart to stop you, no matter the ability or the heart that you say he doesn't have. When I feel I am destined to do something, nothing could ever possibly stop me.
He turns the machine up even more running at a very high speed and pushing his muscles to the test.
You’ve tried all your little games but they’ve fallen short. No game can get in my way now. It is you and me in a PPV that tests the level of extreme. So now, it is like both of our games all rolled into one match. How fun…
He takes another chug from the water bottle, finishing it off and then clocks the speed back down to medium.
In a lot of ways, I respect you and your abilities. However, in so many others, I have grown to hate the man that is Level One. He can be conniving, hence the reason he has officially joined APW and quit EWC. You made a bad decision doing that, because once APW finally shuts the doors on you, you will be left out in the open with only them wanting you back. I doubt President Jeff will give you away, because he is just looking for the next big thing and you make it seem like that's what you are.
We were going to put on one of the best matches and highlight Carnage! Now all I can think about is ending your claims and giving you the pain I received. We could have lit up the main spectacle in all of sports entertainment, but you’ve changed my mind and made it more than just an event. And with that, I hope you will be able to accept the consequences for your actions. Let the Carnage begin. It will be either me or you from here on out and I am going to guarantee yours truly walks out of that ring, the winner. But not only a winner, I am going to be the triumphant one in this long strain to find out which of us was the better man. Indeed, let the best man win
John looks to his left to see the man running this time very hard.
Green: What’s going on there, big guy?
John looks cocky but a cold stare comes back to him from this over 300 pound man.
Green: You don’t talk much do you?
Man: Actually, I do… Sorry, I just get so concentrated. My name’s Dave, you?
Green: John…
Dave: So what are you here for? I’m a bodybuilder for a magazine and they told me to shed a couple of pounds off. That’s why I’m running.
Green: I see… I’m here to get ready for my upcoming match. I’m a wrestler…
John: Really, eh? Well, I wanted to wrestle all my life. Who do you work for!?
Green: Action Packed Wrestling. One of the biggest federations in the world right now…
Dave: Uh, duh! Of course I know APW! Do you think you could get me in by any chance?
John Green looks back in front of him at a television…
Green: Maybe… You never know!
Dave: Yeah, that’s true. This is amazing! John Green standing here in front of me! Truly, this is the best thing to ever happen to me.
Green: Well, I’m glad then. I am quite amazing if I say so myself.
Dave: Ha! Yes, it is true. Anyway, I’m getting kind of tired. Want to hit the showers?
Green: Uh, I’ll meet you inside.
Dave: Okay, sounds good, meet you in there.
John clicks the off button on the treadmill and calmly steps off. Needing some more work, John continues on and even pushes the speed up a few notches.
Level One, I know what has grown between us is not more important than anything you’ve ever done with Carzy Man. I know this match doesn't mean more to you than it probably does to me. Well in some ways I guess it does. I mean, if you lose to me, then all of those predictions will be wrong and you will be sent back to the gutter while I silently steal your place in the spotlight. This is very much about pride for each of us. We have something to prove. The loser is going home very empty-handed. There are so many variables to attend to and so many things at stake here. But in the end if I lose, it won’t mean shit to anyone else. It’ll just mean that you are simply the god they think you are. I have already learned enough from this that winning isn’t as big as it was when we first signed this match. While you sit in a dirty confinement I stand here very alive and well. So you failed Level One. Whether or not you lose come Carnage, your games didn’t get past me like some of your past challengers. So I hope that however this whole thing goes out, I have earned a spot on the list of people you respect. It means more to me than this match ever will.
John Green smiles to the camera and then lowers the needle to off as well. John walks over to his equipment bag, including a change of clothes and lifts it up over his shoulder. He grabs a towel from the rack and heads towards the showers. Already noticing Dave inside, John quickly and quietly drops his bag and then gets into a stall trying not to make a noise. However, the door shuts too loudly and immediately we hear his loud voice once again.
Dave: Is that you, man? Oh yeah! There you are!
He removes his towel from around his waist revealing his genitals. John turns away disgusted by this man. John is forced to walk out of the stall when he sees it is out of order.
Dave: You are one sexy beast! Look at that abdomen!
John doesn’t know whether to feel proud or ashamed and nods his head towards him. Walking to a stall and past Dave, he receives a quick slap on the ass.
Dave: Good work out there. Nice training.
John looks very confused and uncomfortable but walks into a new stall and gets the water running quickly.
Dave: So what do you think? Could you get me into APW?
Green: Possibly. It depends.
Dave: It depends? What the fuck man, I thought we were cool…
Dave walks over to John, but before he can get too close, John practices one of those punching combos and lands a perfect hook to his jaw. He then rams his head into the wall and seeing as he isn’t unconscious, laughs at him.
Green: That’s what you need to be an APW Superstar!
John extends his arm out to the man and he grabs on and is pulled up. Suddenly, John grabs a large towel, and wraps it around himself. He walks towards the door and behind him, slaps Dave's ass.
Green: Nice work out there, man.
John walks back to his change of clothes, changes and then walks out leaving the man very confused as to what just happened. John walks out of the locker and the scene comes to a close with John Green grinning wide.
The Fade to Black.
How blinded could I possibly have been? Over the past few weeks, everything has been a blur to me. I was attacked, I beat Fyre Angel, then I fell off my high horse as I was beaten by Michael Lively… Everything went by without a thought or a doubt that I had been doing the right thing this week or going the right way with the situation. I was wrong… I acted like a ruthless, cocky punk whereas my foe had himself focused the entire time. He eliminated me from the Survive and Conquer match at New Years Retribution. He is the number one contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship. And he his still undefeated in this federation of Action Packed Wrestling. In the greatest spectacle of them all, John Green goes one on one with Level One at the bloodiest Pay-Per-View APW has to offer in what will be known as a career defining match. But why is this match happening? Is it about revenge? Is it about greed? No one knows quite what this whole thing is about. No one but John Green and Level One themselves. When John meets eye to eye with Level One nothing matters in his head anymore anymore. What has grown in me instantly forces a kind of gravity wave never known until you actually experience it. Maybe it is only about a thirst to be the best. That need for greatness, which when combined between the two sets off an unimaginably distinct setting. During the entire blur, it suddenly becomes so clear what this is for. If you dig deep enough, you realize the reality of the situation. It isn’t about greatness. It is like two dominant beasts in their natural habitats. The two tops of the food chain looking to see which one is best. How did it come about? Once again, nobody knows. This is the type of thing which is blind to the untrained eye. That is why you can’t even realize why the hell this match is such a big deal. Until the situation in itself surrounds you, there is no bearing on what it means. But when it hits you, it is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It is different than desire, something aside from passion. It is something unexplainable, and if someone tried to do so, the words would come out scrambled and unformulated. Whether or not John Green wins is not even a factor. He has found out something that will stay inside of him forever. He has learned more from this stage of his life than any other. Every week he has experienced that great feeling and each time it happened, something new came with it. In the end, the best skilled in the art of wrestling will come out on top, but both men are victorious despite the outcome of the match.
No, not again… This can’t be happening again to me…
An unbearable, searing pain pierces throughout his body as he seemingly wakes up from a deep sleep.
Did I do something wrong? Is this what hell feels like?
Complete blackness is all he can see. He tries to walk forward and get out of this darkness but realizes an outside force preventing him from doing so. He can feel something along the surface of the whole back of his body. Not anything hard, actually a soft texture. This provides the fact that he is lying down.
Maybe it’s heaven… Maybe I’m just floating along in the sky…
As his head wanders the thoughts, a headache grows within him, making the pain in his body seem nonexistent.
Oh, fucking great.
In his own little world of darkness, he tries to hope for the best. Not being able to move and seeing a sadistic dream unfold in front of you isn’t exactly helping the hope either. Right on cue, a nightmare develops in front of him. The only thing John Green had ever feared in his life was to be at the will at another man. He hated those long types of car drives, making you seem very vulnerable to a slip of the wrist. Somehow, he gained a bit of his vision but it was shadowed by darkness and the things his eyes were showing him seemed deceiving. A man driving a car and speaking to his wife at the same time appeared in front of him yet it was a dark night out and there was no roof to this vehicle. The man shown takes his eye off the road and turns to the lady, seeming to yell at her. In an instant, he crosses an intersection and the couple is blind-sighted by a car going at least eighty miles per hour. The glass shatters and with the force, the two are carried quite a distance. If John could, he would have shuddered, but instead, he was forced to take in each and every moment of the terrible display.
Everything goes black again.
What the fuck…
A new vision appears however in a tone of black and white. As if it was a mirror, he could see his own face, leaning back with his eyes closed.
What is going on…?
All he can see is two headlights coming at him at a very quick speed. A man sits inside this truck with dark black eyes that could burn a hole through you. John sees the front of his car quickly turn from good condition to a heap of twisted metal.
John comes back to his new reality obviously shocked.
Are these nightmares? Is this all really a dream?
The pain doesn’t allow him to think back.
Why am I here? Why am I in this place…? Why?
A new vision focuses on a man standing above another in front of a large audience… Obviously, an APW arena. This is a different one than all the others. The quality of it is terrible, only able to see figures of things and the transparency of it. Then everything comes together for him. The visions align with themselves but before he could realize what it is, everything fades away leaving him alone. He suddenly feels the need to get out. The walls are as if they’re closing in. Claustrophobia, which has never been an issue for John, overwhelms him in an instant. Moving his body is an instant urge which is followed much to his own dislike. A sharp tingle is sent up his spine almost as a warning. Oblivious to it, he continues to try and wiggle himself out of this state but it only causes more fear and tension. Realizing there is no way out at the particular moment; he gives in and lets tranquility take its own course.
Please… Let it stop! I beg whoever is doing this. LET IT STOP!
He feels a tear trickle down his cheek as he falls back into that deep sleep… During this time of simplicity, his body is able to rest bringing on another day. When yet another day passes, some of his usual abilities return to him…possibly his thoughts.
Waking up, the first thing he noticed was that he could actually see again. And what was in front of him didn’t seem to be any reminiscent of what he remembered. With that, he was obviously glad. It must have been during the night because only the moonlight was shining through the blinds in the window. Noticing the machines and wires around him while resting in a bed made him quickly think he had been in a hospital bed. He uttered some vulgar words to himself wondering what possibly could have happened this time. Michael Lively couldn’t have put him in that bad of shape. Did he win? Things from the past finally hit him like a truck. Who put me in this bed?
The floor I was on seemed to be very un-lively for a hospital which was comforting. I looked down at my arms to see what shape they were in, and they seemed fine, possibly a broken finger but nothing more than that.
Trying to trace himself back to the pain suffered a few nights ago, he shuts his eyes to begin with the darkness once again. Nothing comes back to him which leads to quick frustration.
Hmm… What did happen that night? All I can remember is that unforgiving pain that surfaced every movement I made. Now I seem better, though. Thank god.
He suddenly rises for the first time in days. A nurse runs over to tend to him and he looks over to her very confused.
Green: “Uh, can you tell me why I am here?
Nurse: “Sure, you were involved in a car accident that put you into a coma.
John takes a moment to take in the details.
Green: Wait, say that again?
The nurse smiles slightly and looks him in the eyes while adjusting some buttons on a machine.
Nurse: A man seemed to have crashed into you dead-on in an APW Parking Lot. It was also a Semi Truck, probably the reason for the coma. I’m just glad you’re back to regular form now. You could have been a goner.
John swallows hard just at the words of dead when he has a PPV coming this sunday. Suddenly, his heart beat begins to pick up and he clenches both of his fists in hatred.
Nurse: The main thing I need you to do is remain calm. You’re in no shape to act up or show emotions. Just get some more rest.
John feels his face with his hand. The surface of his skin is rather rough do to damage that must have taken place in the crash.
Green: What happened to this man? He better be imprisoned or his day of reckoning could come early.
Nurse: Yes, he was put into jail, but it seems as if he is able to be taken out for bail. Listen, all you need to worry about is getting over this incident.
Green: No, this could take days, weeks even… I have something big planned in a few days. Sitting in a hospital bed won’t do too well for me.
Nurse: I’m sorry; but you’re going to have to have it wait. Either that or let it pass…
Green: Just tell me this, how well am I?
Nurse: Well, the swelling in your face has gone down a lot over the past days you’ve been asleep. You suffered a minor fraction in your index finger, but that’s it. You came out fairly well compared to others. The only thing that had us worrying was your head. You suffered severe trauma, obviously enough to put you in that state.
With that, John gets up, in the patient’s outfit and all and begins to wobble around the room.
Nurse: Please sir, you should be resting right now!
He seems oblivious to anything around him as he stumbles into a wall but uses it to hold himself up. The nurse begins yelling for help but he doesn’t seem to care. Millions of different thoughts pace throughout his mind while he just stands here, rotting away in a hospital bed.
"Why am I doing this? If I’m okay to stand, I’m okay to do anything. I mean, I’m John fucking Green, no matter what physical condition I am in."
John looks like a drunken man as he exits the room and waddles down the hallway and out of the Intensive Care Unit. People stare at him during this but the only thing on his mind is to leave this hell and get back to his real life. As he finally seems like he can walk straight again, a young looking lady walks up to him seeming to follow as he turns a corner.
Woman: Hi, what are you doing here? My name is Kristy, and I am just like, so bored right now. So I saw you walking around and I said to myself, hmm, he’s pretty cute, why don’t I go and talk to him. And that’s why I’m here!
John walks around, ignoring the woman. She continues on, while he is trying to find an exit.
Kristy: A few months ago, I had this boyfriend and he was this complete jerk. All he ever did was ask for sex and we never even talked. Usually I’d just try and bring up a conversation and he’d ignore me. And then, my mom hates me I think… She is about to kick me out of the house and I’m getting worried because I don’t have a place to live. Do you have a nice house?
Possibly getting annoyed, John turns a corner which leads him into the café area. Walking through the room, John notices that he is very hungry.
Kristy: Do you want something to eat? Because I work here the food is free! Take what you want!
Not stopping, John swipes a chocolate bar from the counter and Kristy nods to the man behind the cashier. On the other end of the room there is a stairway which John opens the door and walks into. Kristy happily follows behind. Almost tripping down the stairs, John grabs onto the railing and stops himself. Kristy lets out a chuckle as he continues on down the stairs. Not knowing it himself, John walks out the door on the floor below the last one. Still tailing along, the girl sees a man being operated on by many different doctors.
Kristy: Oh my god, I wish I could be there right now! I mean, if I only would have stayed in school...
Green: If you only would SHUT... THE FUCK UP!
Kristy: Are you in here for like, anger management or something?
Deciding it must be better to ignore her, John goes down a hallway full of ill patients. He suddenly stops and grips onto a man’s bed.
Kristy: What are you doing!? This man has cancer! Let him be! He needs rest! Well, anyway, I thought you should know that I am 16 years old. I hope that’s no too young for you. I dropped out before high school to be with my patients, my one and only dream!
Green: Aren’t you a nurse!?
Kristy: No, no, silly… I’m a receptionist! They also let me schedule appointments sometimes but only if I work well.
John suddenly grasps his head with one hand and feels dizzy. He shakes the patient’s bed much to the disapproval of the drop out receptionist. He closes his eyes and drops to one knee stirring the patient’s bed even more. He suddenly wakes up and realizes John at the foot of his bed. John looks up and with the dizziness affecting him, he sees three old men winding in a circle.
Patient: What in the hell is going on!?
John crawls over with one leg and mashes in at the button located to the side of the patient. It is entitled Nurse. As he continues to pound away he turns back to Kristy…
Green (In gasps): Can’t…you…help…me?
Kristy: NO! I’m a receptionist! And that button is for THIS patient only!!
Green looks at her blankly and then turns back to the button. The old man suddenly slaps Green on the cheek, sending him backwards and onto the floor. Once again fading off, the last thing he hears is, What would you like?
Every punch’s precision and power rises with thoughts of Level One swimming through his mind. A punching bag sways in front of an eagerly swinging Green. Mainly focused on getting back in shape, he strikes the punching bag. Jabbing towards the middle of the bag, the car crash comes up in his mind once again. Suddenly, he turns all of his punches into very nice combinations. A quick jab to the head, left uppercut, with the punching bag swaying back and forth, side to side. He takes one more shot near the top of the bag and hears his glove nearly explode on collision. He grins and removes the gloves to get a drink. He walks over to his bottle of water nearby and quickly drinks a bit of it down. Next, he walks over to a treadmill where a big, buff man walks silently on the machine. John smiles as he gets onto the machine next to his.
Green: You must come here often…
He sighs to himself and then hears a groan next to him. Letting out a slight chuckle, the man next to him looks over at John who is now going at a regular walking speed to warm up his legs. With every step, the only thing in his head is Level One. He decides to go along with it, and he remembers all of the attacks he has made on Level One. Thinking back to New Years Retribution.
If not for me getting in that match we would have to watch another match where Level One takes a easy win. You know, I wonder… Does he have mercy for me? I never did anything that was life threatening to him, but he did. What happened to me, while I am oblivious to the actual details, was ruthless and unforgiving. So it seems that as of right now, he actually does have the upper hand on me. If he had killed me with that Level Advancement off the ladder, then there would have been no match, which confuses me. He said it himself that he wanted to know that he could beat me.… If something fatal actually did happen to me that night, which was very possible, than Level One V.S John Green would never have occurred. You may have thought you were getting into my head, Level, but you truly were not. In fact, everything thus far has only fueled my fire. You’ve kept me going throughout this little upset each and every week. It wasn’t I that kept reminding me not to give up; it was you with all of your sick little games.
He changes the speed up to high.
You really outdid yourself with this one, though. Attacking me from behind my back is one thing, but trying to end my life with that move. So yeah, when I think about it, you’ve got the upper hand going into Carnage. You have a beaten, battered man at your own hands. However, that man will have enough heart to stop you, no matter the ability or the heart that you say he doesn't have. When I feel I am destined to do something, nothing could ever possibly stop me.
He turns the machine up even more running at a very high speed and pushing his muscles to the test.
You’ve tried all your little games but they’ve fallen short. No game can get in my way now. It is you and me in a PPV that tests the level of extreme. So now, it is like both of our games all rolled into one match. How fun…
He takes another chug from the water bottle, finishing it off and then clocks the speed back down to medium.
In a lot of ways, I respect you and your abilities. However, in so many others, I have grown to hate the man that is Level One. He can be conniving, hence the reason he has officially joined APW and quit EWC. You made a bad decision doing that, because once APW finally shuts the doors on you, you will be left out in the open with only them wanting you back. I doubt President Jeff will give you away, because he is just looking for the next big thing and you make it seem like that's what you are.
We were going to put on one of the best matches and highlight Carnage! Now all I can think about is ending your claims and giving you the pain I received. We could have lit up the main spectacle in all of sports entertainment, but you’ve changed my mind and made it more than just an event. And with that, I hope you will be able to accept the consequences for your actions. Let the Carnage begin. It will be either me or you from here on out and I am going to guarantee yours truly walks out of that ring, the winner. But not only a winner, I am going to be the triumphant one in this long strain to find out which of us was the better man. Indeed, let the best man win
John looks to his left to see the man running this time very hard.
Green: What’s going on there, big guy?
John looks cocky but a cold stare comes back to him from this over 300 pound man.
Green: You don’t talk much do you?
Man: Actually, I do… Sorry, I just get so concentrated. My name’s Dave, you?
Green: John…
Dave: So what are you here for? I’m a bodybuilder for a magazine and they told me to shed a couple of pounds off. That’s why I’m running.
Green: I see… I’m here to get ready for my upcoming match. I’m a wrestler…
John: Really, eh? Well, I wanted to wrestle all my life. Who do you work for!?
Green: Action Packed Wrestling. One of the biggest federations in the world right now…
Dave: Uh, duh! Of course I know APW! Do you think you could get me in by any chance?
John Green looks back in front of him at a television…
Green: Maybe… You never know!
Dave: Yeah, that’s true. This is amazing! John Green standing here in front of me! Truly, this is the best thing to ever happen to me.
Green: Well, I’m glad then. I am quite amazing if I say so myself.
Dave: Ha! Yes, it is true. Anyway, I’m getting kind of tired. Want to hit the showers?
Green: Uh, I’ll meet you inside.
Dave: Okay, sounds good, meet you in there.
John clicks the off button on the treadmill and calmly steps off. Needing some more work, John continues on and even pushes the speed up a few notches.
Level One, I know what has grown between us is not more important than anything you’ve ever done with Carzy Man. I know this match doesn't mean more to you than it probably does to me. Well in some ways I guess it does. I mean, if you lose to me, then all of those predictions will be wrong and you will be sent back to the gutter while I silently steal your place in the spotlight. This is very much about pride for each of us. We have something to prove. The loser is going home very empty-handed. There are so many variables to attend to and so many things at stake here. But in the end if I lose, it won’t mean shit to anyone else. It’ll just mean that you are simply the god they think you are. I have already learned enough from this that winning isn’t as big as it was when we first signed this match. While you sit in a dirty confinement I stand here very alive and well. So you failed Level One. Whether or not you lose come Carnage, your games didn’t get past me like some of your past challengers. So I hope that however this whole thing goes out, I have earned a spot on the list of people you respect. It means more to me than this match ever will.
John Green smiles to the camera and then lowers the needle to off as well. John walks over to his equipment bag, including a change of clothes and lifts it up over his shoulder. He grabs a towel from the rack and heads towards the showers. Already noticing Dave inside, John quickly and quietly drops his bag and then gets into a stall trying not to make a noise. However, the door shuts too loudly and immediately we hear his loud voice once again.
Dave: Is that you, man? Oh yeah! There you are!
He removes his towel from around his waist revealing his genitals. John turns away disgusted by this man. John is forced to walk out of the stall when he sees it is out of order.
Dave: You are one sexy beast! Look at that abdomen!
John doesn’t know whether to feel proud or ashamed and nods his head towards him. Walking to a stall and past Dave, he receives a quick slap on the ass.
Dave: Good work out there. Nice training.
John looks very confused and uncomfortable but walks into a new stall and gets the water running quickly.
Dave: So what do you think? Could you get me into APW?
Green: Possibly. It depends.
Dave: It depends? What the fuck man, I thought we were cool…
Dave walks over to John, but before he can get too close, John practices one of those punching combos and lands a perfect hook to his jaw. He then rams his head into the wall and seeing as he isn’t unconscious, laughs at him.
Green: That’s what you need to be an APW Superstar!
John extends his arm out to the man and he grabs on and is pulled up. Suddenly, John grabs a large towel, and wraps it around himself. He walks towards the door and behind him, slaps Dave's ass.
Green: Nice work out there, man.
John walks back to his change of clothes, changes and then walks out leaving the man very confused as to what just happened. John walks out of the locker and the scene comes to a close with John Green grinning wide.
The Fade to Black.
OOC: Sorry for no Promo, I gotta busy schedule so far so things are going topsy turvy.
