break on through // my father's eyes

Post by Lexi Sparkles on Apr 27, 2021 10:16:15 GMT -6

You know the day destroys the night Night divides the day Tried to run Tried to hide Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side, yeah We chased our pleasures here Dug our treasures there But can you still recall The time we cried Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side ☆ BREAK ON THROUGH ☆ My seemingly endless journey to Las Vegas... with only one song playing on loop... was treacherous. You can only listen to "Break on Through" a few times before you start to go... mad. Every time I stopped for gas felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Just as my tank would be close to empty, a station would just... appear. It was like a poorly designed video game... but there was objective. I suppose the endgame was to make it to Las Vegas... and so... I won? It's not much of a win though. As soon as I got to the  outskirts of the city, I became more anxious than ever. Looking at the fortified wall surrounding the once bright travel destination was... overwhelming. Every entrance manned by armed guards. Nobody gets in or out. That's the deal. That's what all the signs said. How could I have come this far to only go this far? As I parked at a distance, I wept... knowing in my heart that this was the end of the journey. Then my cell phone lit up with a message. It hadn't worked since I awoke on my birthday... and then there it was... a text message from Unknown. It simply read, "Green Valley. Where 215 and 146 intersect. Gate F8. Big Ben is on duty. He knows you're coming." I checked the map and that wasn't too far of a drive. I hit the road and followed the directions until I made it to Gate F8 where... sure enough... Big Ben was on duty. He motioned me toward an alley to park my 1985 Pontiac Fiero GT. I said good-bye to my car for mayhaps the last time... and threw on my backpack for the rest of my journey. I could see why he was called Big Ben. He stood more than a foot taller than me, and it was mighty intimidating... until he opened his mouth. "You must be Lexi," he said to me in a soft tone. "My name is Ben. Some call me Officer Marsh. You can call me Big Ben. I was given special instruction to grant you access into Las Vegas." I took a step back. "Instructions from... whom?" He started walking toward the gate, where two other guards remained still. "I'm sure you've heard of Devil's Gate. I mean... you are a legacy after all..." Devil's Gate... the insane asylum? I had heard of it, and it had recently infiltrated the professional wrestling business. I wasn't sure what it had to do with... me. As we entered the city and into a trailer on the other side, Ben explained more than I needed to know. All about my father working as a recruiter for an... insane asylum... for years before his untimely passing. All about my step-mom being born in said insane asylum. He wrote down directions to the Luxor Hotel & Casino, and told me to find a man named Pete. He said that Pete would provide housing while I was competing for Black Pyramid Wrestling. That was the first I was hearing why I needed to be in Las Vegas. All along, I assumed it had to be something with my dad... and mayhaps it does. The only way out... is through. I have to go to BPW to find the truth. Sailing down behind the sun Waiting for my prince to come Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul again Just a toe rag on the run How did I get here? What have I done? When will all my hopes arise? How will I know him? When I look in my father's eyes ☆ MY FATHER’S EYES ☆ Under normal circumstances... I know how to approach participating in an event: show up early, shake hands, hug friends, warm up in the ring. Now that there's a deadly virus ravaging our planet... everything is... different. Some call it a new normal. If that's true, hopefully we can make it out of this with a better normal than the old normal. The old normal wasn't working. We were awful to each other... and to the planet. With or without the Coronavirus... our species was doomed. Mayhaps this only sped up our natural spiral into extinction. Of course it's tragic that over three million had lost their lives over the last year. As I was sharing my thoughts on the virus with Ben, he told me that over six million had died from the virus... and that President Trump recently lifted more restrictions that were put in place to protect us. I didn't understand. We all know who won the 2020 election... and it wasn't Trump. Ben looked at me like I was crazy, and then showed me a clip from Fox News from two weeks prior... where it was made official that the election was overturned. They didn't explain how it happened though. Moments back into office... he declared martial law and publicly executed the majority of the outgoing cabinet. I couldn't believe what I was watching, and not just because it was coming from Fox News. Everything I knew before I woke up on my twenty-first birthday had changed. The COVID deaths had doubled. Trump somehow got back in office. And there I was... on my way to follow in my father's footsteps in Black Pyramid Wrestling. I hopped on a moped that Big Ben had taken from a kid that he killed trying to Escape From Las Vegas. A few short hours later, I had arrived at Luxor Hotel & Casino. Big Ben told me he would call ahead and have Pete meet me by the pool, so that's where I headed. The hotel layout was familiar to me... because my mom and I came here when I was a junior in high school. When I got to the pool, I somehow wasn't surprised to see that the pool had been drained. With how strange my journey had been, an empty pool just... made sense. Pete greeted me with open arms, which felt... intrusive. "I'm sorry," he said as he backed away. "I just see so much of him in you. And wow... those eyes." "How do you know... my dad?" Then I got news that I wasn't expecting. Pete was my dad's cousin. He grew up idolizing my dad and... like me... followed in his footsteps. Pete was sent to Las Vegas by Devil's Gate to find some guy called Ransack Manson. I had never heard the name before. Pete caught me up on an entire season of events for BPW... and then told me that I would be competing at the season finale. Unbelievable! With only a dozen or so matches under my belt... I was going to debut for a new company in a strange, new land. Like it had since I awoke on my twenty-first birthday, it all felt like a dream. Pete gave me the rundown on the match. There's a guy called Jason Wilds, who claims to be the King of South Las Vegas Boulevard. What a small kingdom for a fittingly small king. Pete said he has been a sub-par performer and wouldn't be surprised to see Wilds cut from the cast for season two. Zero wins and seven losses. Yikes! One loss is something that can be learned from. The whole point of falling down is to learn to pick yourself back up... but Wilds seems incapable of learning such a lesson. That's okay. Not everyone was meant for the spotlight. Even though I didn't know my dad until a few years ago... I always knew I was born to be a star. The Small King isn't the only one standing across from the Child of Fate when I make my BPW debut. There is a celestial being called L~7... and she is definitely not of this world! As a long-time fan of science fiction... I was on the edge of my seat as Pete explained her story. What an interesting character. Then Pete told me that this is not a character... and that she actually believes that she's from outer space. That's preposterous... but intriguing. I want to get to know her... but also... I can't let my desire to make friends overcome my need to succeed. I came all the way to Las Vegas... in this bizarro landscape... to be somebody. I came here to be... free. I came here to look into My Father's Eyes. It's not about the destination. It's about the journey.