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Noah Jackson · (08-24-2019)

Have you ever felt invisible? Like truly and sincerely, transparent? You walk along and the world merely passes you by. Why if someone weren't paying any mind to the road in which they were traversing down, they might just walk, smack dab right into you. Head on collision style, slam straight into your body. Because they didn't see you and why would they, in their mind you're not even there. You aren't real to them. You don't exist. Maybe sometimes, your thoughts even mirror the ones that others have, as well.

The living ghost in a sea of people that can be seen and noticed, they will never know your pain. You forever long for a bit of attention but with reality perpetually delivering the ugly, awful truth, deep down you understand that will never happen. You aren't important or worthy enough for that sort of thing, so you might as well get all that silly rubbish out of your head and go find a nice, quiet dark corner to curl up in and live. A proper little hidey-hole to stay inside and call your home.

After all what other choice do you have? These are the cards that you've been dealt, your fate, your destiny and the proof is in the pudding that you wade through everyday. You can't deny what's shown to you and live in constant denial, so you may as well accept it. No one will ever see you.

You know what? That all sounds rather depressing actually, teen drama on Netflix sad, slit my wrists in a bathtub -- Hannah Baker style tragic (Don't worry, I would never do something like that, I'm far too fantastic to ever feel the need to kill myself. Although I must admit, I do have a flair for the dramatics but that's simply theatrics, I can't help it I'm a slave to my craft and when the muse calls, I must answer.) so I'm going to switch gears here. Give a bit of a twist on the perspective.

What if instead of feeling invisible, you could actually become transparent, at will and when people walked straight towards you, with you in their direct path of trajectory, they would pass right through you and keep on going. None the wiser, save for a slight tingle that immediately escapes them, as soon as they crossed over your form. Very much like a ghost, only with a crucial and drastic difference, you can switch this power off and become solid and whole, whenever you want. You also could turn other people and objects invisible too. Allowing clothes and personal effects to disappear right with you or maybe even a friend or two.

I know, those are pretty amazing abilities, right? I think so and it opens up a myriad of doorways, leading to multiple possibilities. From dark and depraved, to a very successful life in crime or my personal favorite and passion -- MAGIC! A man with a tendency for showmanship, an intense love of attention and the spotlight and the natural ability to captivate a crowd, really isn't suited for anything else besides being a magician. Nor should he desire another profession. Except of course for those that seek out an occupation in the field of wrestling and look at that, I'm two for two. Coincidence, I think not.

If you haven't come to the obvious conclusion, that was just my confession. My admission that I can do all that I previously mentioned. Those wondrous abilities are mine and while they don't make me invincible, they do come in handy and have served my needs extremely well. I might not be able to regenerate, have the power to lift ten times my weight or wield the gift to levitate but I can put on a mighty fine show and to me, that's all I need the ability to do. I don't need to be superman to wow a crowd or send an audience into a hush of awe, I astound with a few simple 'magic tricks' and nothing more.

Oh well, that's not entirely true, my charm, wit and charisma, meld marvelously with my special unique assets, as well. You could never do what I do and be a morose, melancholy mouse, that barely speaks up and prefers to hide in the shadows. While the powers draw the attention, the way you carry yourself keeps it and draws them in. It's all about the sell and the merchant's demeanor and I have never had a dissatisfied customer or encountered someone that wasn't interested in what I was peddling, everyone always wants to buy and let me waste some of their time with my brand of entertainment. Although, I have picked up a great deal of enemies in the form of fellow magicians, mostly cause they can never seem to dismantle or duplicate my acts. What's a few meager death threats and hired assassins though? The show is worth the risk and as they say in the biz...

...the show must go on.

And on it shall.

All the way to the XWF!

The ambiance given from the glow of the dim lamps, adorning the tables that were scattered about the Lunar Eclipse Lounge, gave the room an almost haunting atmosphere. Just enough light to grant you the ability of making your way to where you needed to go, without being harsh or overbearing. In a way, it was almost like stepping into an old fashioned, speakeasy from the 1920's and the jazz music that filtered throughout the room, only added to that effect. The sounds of an era long since past, that served as a melody to soothe the soul between the many acts that were performed live, on stage for all to see.

The variety of performers were vast, consisting of many types and kinds. From magic, to music and everything in-between. This was not only a place to unwind, it was where you lost yourself, if only for just a moment. Where you forgot your troubles as you focused on the entertainment and allowed yourself to get pulled back in time. It was Elias York's favorite place to put on a show, although his act was long since over. Now he sat at the bar, waiting on his friend -- Chase Chambers, to arrive and give him a ride home, back to their shared humble abode. Glass of club soda in front of him, he checked his pocket watch and sighed.

"I loved your act tonight."

A deep, sultry voice stated from behind him, before a figure slowly approached. Taking a place next to Elias at the bar, he cast a glance sideways to the source and was greeted by the sight of a curvaceous red head, with legs that went on for days, dressed in a silver sparkly sequence dress and matching stiletto heels. One of the performers, she was a singer that specialized in sorrowful, soulful blues. A woman by the name of Misty Fog, there wasn't a person alive that couldn't become entranced by her voice.

"Thank you Misty, I appreciate the praise. As always."

Elias replied, a slightly off kilter, cocky sort of smirk, shifting swiftly across his face.

"Can I buy you a real drink for once sugar?"

"Now you know I don't drink."

"Yes, you've told me before and I will never understand it, especially since you work in a place like this. Where drinking is part of the territory."

"Chalk it up to a personal preference. I've found it's never good when I lose my head -- anywhere, least of all in places like this."

"Suit yourself."

Upon seeing Ms. Fog, the bartender brought over her usual, a Manhattan with extra cherries. A cocktail that she didn't hesitate from sipping.

"So what have you been doing with yourself these days Elias, when you're not on stage putting a spell on the crowds with your performance, where have you found yourself?"

The question aroused a chuckle from Elias as he settled further into the high backed, oak and red leather padded stool. He knew his answer would be one that was unexpected for most to hear, so he relished the fact of sharing it. It's not everyday someone responds to that sort of inquiry with...

"I've become a professional wrestler."

Misty nearly spit out her drink. She was that shocked.

"A what?!?!"

Another laugh from Elias, he anticipated her reaction and it pleased him. Greatly.

"A professional wrestler. For a company called the XWF. Apparently they specialize in the..."

"X-Treme!"

Ms. Fog cut him off and grabbed his arm. Turning him abruptly to fully face her, the entire stool swiveled around with him and she looked at Elias, intensely wide eyed. Clearly worried and upset.

"You can't wrestle there! You're not the type that'll be able to fight in a place like that! Not anyplace but especially not for an establishment like that! You have to get out of it! Those animals! They will kill you!"

The frantic, bewildered tone in her voice, only made Elias York laugh as he released himself from Misty's grasp. Then he repositioned his stool and shook his head.

"No worries. I'll be fine. Trust me, I would never commit to any kind of deed or act that I didn't prepare myself for and I truly believe, I am fully capable and ready to embark down a path that leads me on an amazing journey through a fine career in wrestling. I can feel it in my gut and I always trust my gut instincts."

Briefly closing her eyes, Misty sighed and returned to her seat and cocktail, where she immediately took a drink.

"Lord help you, I hope you're right. Do you know what sort of fight that you will be slated to participate in?"

"Absolutely. I'm in a tag team match. A man by the name of Zane Norrison is assigned to be my partner. Apparently he's a real life zombie, which I find utterly fascinating and I am absolutely thrilled about meeting him. For being an animated corpse, he's accomplished a lot and the fact that he's been with the company, for less than a year, speaks volumes on his abilities. We're taking on a duo that call themselves the Sugay Sisters. I think they might be women of the night that took up wrestling, perhaps as a means of income while their venereal diseases clear up. They're returning wrestlers too, so this obviously isn't their first time being treated for such a thing. Luckily they have creams and ointments for everything these days. They should be fine and back to laying on their backs in no time."

"That all seems perfectly dreadful to me. Zombies and diseased harlots. Promise me you'll be careful and take a shower after the fight, just to be on the safe side. Maybe swallow down some vitamins too. Partnering with the living dead can't be good for one's health."

"I promise, Misty. I most certainly promise."

With a small grin, Elias looked at his watch. Again. Chase was late, where was this man?

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