Now.
His self-imposed exile was to come to an end.
Days had stretched into weeks just as weeks stretched into months, until time became irrelevant. Just like before.
He eagerly stepped out of the yellow taxi cab and shut the door behind him, taking in the massive complex sprawled out before him ... and his jaw hung slightly open. What had once been a bustling array of office buildings, and in the center, a courtyard filled with assistants and secretary's on breaks, now laid in absolute abandon. A ghost town, and like a tumbleweed, a small scrap of paper rattled end over end between the empty picnic tables and wilting flowers. There were no flags hanging from the massive flagpole a few feet before him, just the wind angrily howling around it.
The cab had sped off, leaving him standing on the curb, hands dug aimlessly in his pockets. It was apparent that the wrestling promotion he had once called home had collapsed. How? He wasn't sure. Nor was he sure if he really cared about the "How's" or "Why's". All that this man knew now ... was that his plans had been forcibly changed.
Scowling, he started towards the building, hoping that what he had come for was still inside. One way or another, he was determined to find out.
He was determined to claim what was owed to him, no matter where it took him, no matter who's path he would be forced to cross, no matter the cost.
No matter at all.
His self-imposed exile was to come to an end.
Days had stretched into weeks just as weeks stretched into months, until time became irrelevant. Just like before.
He eagerly stepped out of the yellow taxi cab and shut the door behind him, taking in the massive complex sprawled out before him ... and his jaw hung slightly open. What had once been a bustling array of office buildings, and in the center, a courtyard filled with assistants and secretary's on breaks, now laid in absolute abandon. A ghost town, and like a tumbleweed, a small scrap of paper rattled end over end between the empty picnic tables and wilting flowers. There were no flags hanging from the massive flagpole a few feet before him, just the wind angrily howling around it.
The cab had sped off, leaving him standing on the curb, hands dug aimlessly in his pockets. It was apparent that the wrestling promotion he had once called home had collapsed. How? He wasn't sure. Nor was he sure if he really cared about the "How's" or "Why's". All that this man knew now ... was that his plans had been forcibly changed.
Scowling, he started towards the building, hoping that what he had come for was still inside. One way or another, he was determined to find out.
He was determined to claim what was owed to him, no matter where it took him, no matter who's path he would be forced to cross, no matter the cost.
No matter at all.