The Eighth of February

8/2/2009

This can’t be happening. Not to me… Not now.

Why can’t I stand? Why can’t I move?

The one time I have to!

Why can’t I move? Why do I feel so weak?

Why did it have to happen?

This can’t be happening…

20/1/2009

Joshua Hammond smiled slowly, the man facing him looked wild, a big hairy man who was growling and flexing for the crowd watching them. This was going to be easy.

He was sitting in one corner of a wrestling ring, and in front of him a man was winning over the crowd, with vicious claims and insults. While he just sat there with his head bowed, ready for the fight to come. He just hoped that the man facing him knew a hint of what he was up against… Or this tournament might end with yet another death on his hands.

“What are you grinning for punk? I’m just going to eat you!” The man shouted at him, Joshua couldn’t stop his quiet chuckle, and then he stood slowly, and raised an eyebrow, “Done dancing? Can we actually fight now?”

The ref stepped in between them, “No gouging, no blows below the belt. Keep it clean.”

Joshua nodded slowly, and the giant mammoth of muscle facing him laughed, “I’ll try.”

The ref stepped out of the way and the bell dinged, and the man lunged towards him, going to try and grab around his neck so he could be put in a headlock.

Joshua barely stopped himself from sighing as he easily stepped around the blow, and punched out with two fingers at the man’s exposed chest, and immediately the man was tossed over his arm and to the ground.

Joshua didn’t bother to turn around and see his attacker, he knew that wouldn’t have knocked the man out… And he knew this kind of man would never give up. Not until the fight was done.

He heard a growl and dropped to the ground and pushed with his hands, sending himself skating backwards, he went through the legs of the man and sprang to his feet and chopped down, the man stumbled forward, gasping for air as the pressure point sent shockwaves through his body.

The man spun and looked at Joshua who raised an eyebrow, but the rest of his face could have been made out of stone, his emotions were hidden. The man growled and charged at him, going for a clothesline, Joshua caught the arm and let himself go limp, using the momentum to flip himself into the air, he spun around in the air, his head above that of his opponent and grabbed down, grabbing the melon shaped head, he touched down on the ground behind the man and pulled before the force of his leap had dissipated, and the man was thrown over his head, and into the ropes at the side.

The man looked at Joshua’s slight figure in astonishment, and then charged towards him with his shoulder, and Joshua sighed and stepped into the blow and did another two finger stab into the man’s gut, this time harder and in a more vulnerable spot. The man collapsed immediately, the force of his run throwing him into the ground, Joshua struggled not to wince as he heard the crack as the skull slammed into the floor.

The ref counted down, and then frowned, “He’s still breathing… Get a stretcher in here. ASAP… Might have a spinal injury.”

Joshua breathed out heavily, and then he heard somebody clapping and turned, and for the first time in a long time anger was plainly shown on his face. The one man he never wanted to see again… Had found him.