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We've been to Las Vegas, the birth of a dream. We've passed through Los Angeles, the dream in training. And now we sat in a sketchy, dark, and smokey small high school gym, the dream come true. But sometimes the dream isn't exactly what it's made out to be. Viewers at home caught glimpses of a beat up ring, with a ripped up mat, covered in sweat and blood. Empty steel chairs lined up in rows, scenes flashing back and forth from being empty to being filled, with maybe 15-30 people. This place seemed cold, lonely, and sad. A wave of sorrow and regret ran through. A scene caught Aleks Mason walk into the high school gym, and over towards the scene. He passed through chairs, and eyed down the 15x15 ring, smaller than some he would later get used to. Mason would approach the humble squared circle. He reached out, finding the bottom rope with his right hand. A simple tug brought the rope a good distance back, and a bounce occurred when Mason released the rope. He walked backwards, finding a seat and sitting down slowly on them. His appearance was the same this time around. Same old jeans, black shirt, and black blazer. He opened up the coat while he sat down, releasing some tension. "This place.. This place once brought a indescribable happiness that no one can quite understand. Not even one I understand. We were fools to think nothing could go wrong. An alias hides the true identity of a human being. An alias is exactly what our young man needed and developed. An alias of a warrior. This, this alias in all honesty was used to try to piggyback off the fame of others. Elevating one's self is all that is done in this business and the young fellow took the name elevator to the top floor. Good afternoon sir, what floor will it be? Brought in by the Hero, he worked in a promotion claiming to hold the most intense Talent. True Talent. Truly Talented, is exactly what we thought. 1..2..1..2..1..2. The whole experience seemed like a repeating cycle. 1..2..1..2..1..Too many politics. However the young star held his loyalty to his people, who he thought were his people until they started trickling away. But of to where? M.I.A. Have you seen me? Where did they go. They've left. They obviously didn't have as much devotion and loyalty as others, as the youngster did. But everything began to crumble. The young ma--.. I.. I began to go crazy. I worked against the same men, and losing. Every. Single. Night. The patterns haunted me. 1. 2. 1. 2. Like a military step. 1.2.3. After capturing merely one title. I realized I had too much TALENT for this place. False advertisement, if you ask me. Wrestling in front of 10 unforgiving, disrespectful, ungrateful trash people drives you crazy. Drives you into the wall. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO LOSE. That's the obsession. The obsession this promotion engraved into my soul. I had to find my soul before I could go on. Ever watch a.. classic movie, where the guy changes his name and skips town. This wasn't a movie for me. Moving on, real life. Change the name, skip town. Skip on over to the next promotion. A place of bright lights, a place of stars, a place of mediocrity. And I was just the guy to spice things up. Wanna know what goes better together than 1 & 2? 5 & 6." Aleks would stand up from his chair which sat in front of the battered ring. He would walk away from the terrible memories, the hopeless matches, the ridiculous feuds. His footsteps could be heard across the wood floor of this embarrassing high school gym. The lights would follow Mason's strut, turning off one by one behind him. When he reached the door, all the lights shut off. Opening the door, light forced itself in from the outside. He exited, and the door shut sealed, closing a chapter.