Jorgefighter's blog
The dark secret.
As longs as his memories arrived, that feeling had always been on him. Maybe a doctor would have helped him to find it, as he didnt know where it came from or what caused it. He only knew it was there and it has always been.
He had always had that secret, dark attraction for strengh and pain, for struggling and domination. Whatever was happening around him, a struggle for domination always grabbed his attention. Perhaps he was reading while the family watched a boring and old western and, suddenly -with the foreseeing of a word pronunced louder than the other or a sudden silence- some alarm rang inside hs head. His body tensed, his eyes slowly slipped from the book and all his senses were centered on the upcoming fight the screen was offering to him. He felt something moving inside of him and a hard to avoid need of being alone. Not only his eyes and ears were anchored to the screen: somehow, he could felt the smell of the men -or women for that matter- struggling, he could savor the blood that splited from a mouth that had just received a punch, he could felt -even tough he had never experienced them... yet- the sweet agony of a well hit fist on the gut. And in these moments he felt more complete and real than when he was swimming in the pages of his books or when he was at the school's playground.
There was no way to share it with the others. The other kids at school most likely would have made fun of him. His family would have made a lots of questions or -even worst- there would no more westerns, no more peplums, no more martial arts movies. No more funny and "Oh, kids will be kids" remarks when he was playing war with his cousins. It was him and his passion. And, while being alone and silent saddened him, he also felt happy having only for him a secret that was such a source of pleasure. He began to think that he was not different, but special and, as the years went by, he began to search the loneliness that before hurted him. He was happier with his feeling and thougs than with the people.
He was going to leave his name in History and do many people happy, but he didnt know yet.
SouthernSub (6)
04/4/2012 21:54Great blog post and very true
hardandy312 (44)
05/4/2012 0:53Very well written,and a great blog Jorge.
ibex (1)
05/4/2012 22:56mola jorge, mola.
muy bien enfocado tio
Tallblondwrestler (79)
12/4/2012 21:19Your writing about wrestling, Jorge is very poetic and intense. I like it very much.
MatMatMad (0)
24/6/2012 15:46OK, Jorge, as an Englishman living in Madrid and, encima, a teacher of English, I congratulate you on this piece of writing! Fantastic! You have conveyed in a foreign language your feelings which not only fellow wrestlers will understand, but even some people who have no experience of the 'mundillo' of wrestling! Mola Jorge, mola! Mol be!
FreeGrappler (6)
09/4/2022 21:04Just ran across this short story and I feel compelled to say I enjoyed it very much! The boy sounds like me when I was a kid and still today at 50! I’ve always been attuned keenly to subtle and claxon signals of a coming fight and the launch of covert attempts to . sabotage, capture, or surprise-attack the unsuspecting “good guys.” (Especially in scenarios where the good guys drop or blow their cover or location!) I can relate easily to the immediate change in focus you describe where everything else is suddenly obscured by anticipation of the struggle for dominance (and my desire to be join the action) and my breathing, heart rate, a sweat increase significantly.