Post by York on May 22, 2017 22:36:08 GMT -5
This storm was one of epic proportions. Surely, men would write poems about it. Flashy musical groups would write songs about it. Newspapers from all around the world would report on it and have no need to blow it out of proportions thanks to its immeasurable power. At least it seemed that way for Adrian Idol, who had unfortunately found himself alone at sea in the midst of it. Poor luck and navigation skills made the professional wrestler misjudge the time it would take to sail from one island to another. Having expected no more than 4 days travel from one island to another, he was obviously unprepared for the two weeks he actually spent sailing. His food supply reduced to crumbs, his water supply tainted with sea water, map and compass useless thanks to the obliviousness of his current location. Things were not looking up for the wrestler.
Using what little energy he had left, Idol furiously dumped bucket full after bucket full of water out of his boat. Unfortunately, every bucket full of water thrown out palled in comparison to the water that the torrential like downpour and smashing waves brought in. Both of his feet were soaked through his boots, and most of his belongings were underwater, either in the boat or out. Angrily throwing the useless bucket out to sea, he fearfully looked around for something to help him. Anything. But with just how dark everything was, combined with the small lantern he used to combat the darkness being washed away, the wrestler could barely see a thing. He put his hand in front of his face and waved it around, and let out a weak cry when he couldn’t see it.
Luckily, the heavens stepped in to give Idol some light. A lightning flash momentarily illuminated something tall in front of Idol. For the moment he saw it, he was able to deduce that it was either an island or an enormous structure of some sort. Either option was better than standing in his current digs and waiting for the water to capsize it.
A large wave, doubled with the loud crash of thunder made the boat suddenly rock wildly. Staying in the boat was a bad idea, Idol decided. He’d have to swim for the island ahead. Patting his abdomen, he was pleased to find that his WBCW Light Heavyweight Championship belt was still wrapped tightly around his waist. Had the belt of leather and brass been taken away by the sea, then all hope and motivation to go on would’ve gone with it.
With a deep breath, Idol dived into the unrelenting sea and began to swim in the direction he swore the island was in. While not a bad swimmer in any sense, Idol realized the instant he got underwater that getting to shore would need something of super human proportions. Proportions that Adrian Idol simply didn’t have at the time of diving. He weakly kicked and thrashed about, trying his damnedest to stay on the straight path to the island with the currents having their way with him. Each time he would pop out for air, he would be met with waves pounding on him like he owed them money. It was all too much, and it wasn’t too long until he felt his consciousness waning. Each stroke got slower, each kick got weaker, and each attempt to get some air bore less and less results. It wasn’t long until his eyes slowly shut and he went limp in the ocean currents like a worm in the gutter, wanting to keep swimming but just not having the strength to continue.
Using what little energy he had left, Idol furiously dumped bucket full after bucket full of water out of his boat. Unfortunately, every bucket full of water thrown out palled in comparison to the water that the torrential like downpour and smashing waves brought in. Both of his feet were soaked through his boots, and most of his belongings were underwater, either in the boat or out. Angrily throwing the useless bucket out to sea, he fearfully looked around for something to help him. Anything. But with just how dark everything was, combined with the small lantern he used to combat the darkness being washed away, the wrestler could barely see a thing. He put his hand in front of his face and waved it around, and let out a weak cry when he couldn’t see it.
Luckily, the heavens stepped in to give Idol some light. A lightning flash momentarily illuminated something tall in front of Idol. For the moment he saw it, he was able to deduce that it was either an island or an enormous structure of some sort. Either option was better than standing in his current digs and waiting for the water to capsize it.
A large wave, doubled with the loud crash of thunder made the boat suddenly rock wildly. Staying in the boat was a bad idea, Idol decided. He’d have to swim for the island ahead. Patting his abdomen, he was pleased to find that his WBCW Light Heavyweight Championship belt was still wrapped tightly around his waist. Had the belt of leather and brass been taken away by the sea, then all hope and motivation to go on would’ve gone with it.
With a deep breath, Idol dived into the unrelenting sea and began to swim in the direction he swore the island was in. While not a bad swimmer in any sense, Idol realized the instant he got underwater that getting to shore would need something of super human proportions. Proportions that Adrian Idol simply didn’t have at the time of diving. He weakly kicked and thrashed about, trying his damnedest to stay on the straight path to the island with the currents having their way with him. Each time he would pop out for air, he would be met with waves pounding on him like he owed them money. It was all too much, and it wasn’t too long until he felt his consciousness waning. Each stroke got slower, each kick got weaker, and each attempt to get some air bore less and less results. It wasn’t long until his eyes slowly shut and he went limp in the ocean currents like a worm in the gutter, wanting to keep swimming but just not having the strength to continue.