; glory and gore [1]

T H I R T Y - O N E ; MOON

_________You say failure is a curse, sometimes a blessing isn't all...

first month of reign ;

The glowing and modern facilities contrast with the barely equipped gym and dangerous backyards he used to train in, taking bumps on the glacial floor in winter, more focused on not breaking one of the very few and already falling apart machines in the room.

His sharp sight analyses the performance center with the greatest care before softly shutting his eyes. He inhales the scent of the environment he used to train in , collapsing out of exhaustion and surrounded by musty odors as the polluted air was poisoning his lungs.

Rare are the moments a wrestler gets the chance to sit back and realize the countless miles his journey's filled with. The numerous times he could have lose faith and abandon his dream to settle for a life that wasn't his. It all eventually crashes into his brain and allows him to soak every ounce of deserved pride he may feel deep within.

Rollins' determination has been confronted to so many obstacles along the way that struggling and being in pain almost became regular things to his every day life, accepting the sorrowful sacrifices he had to make in order to get to the very top.

But getting to glory is a vicious circle because it forces you to sell your morals, to inflict lifetime scars to the people around you only to get yourself in the position to succeed.

And once you're there, it is the success that brings you down to your knees, putting you on a pedestal only to admire you fall from even higher.

When you think you're moving forward, you're only walking round and round.

As time goes by and you're trapped in a never ending storm, it gradually destroys each parcel of the person you used to be only to be replaced by a character you're doomed to carry for the rest of your miserable life.

Your memory gets damaged and the sole instants you barely remember are scraps of your high highs and low lows, your biggest achievements and crushing failures colliding in blurry scenes.

Your dream becomes your carreer, your carreer changes into your life and your life ultimately turns into a nightmare as the spotlight you've been chasing for so long is the one making you its helpless prey.

A deep and meaningful sigh escapes Seth's dry lips while he's desperately trying to lay eyes on something capable of numbing his worst fears, the ones he never succeeded in slaughtering.

Innocent laughters almost provoke a slight jolt in his broken body, momentarily putting weight on the bad knee as insanities come off his mouth.

Ever since he sacrified his health in order to protect her dream, it feels like his malevolent task has been reversed toward him. The Reaper's life is slowly starting to fade away caused by an excruciating pain spreading through his left leg.