Field Of Broken Dreams

Field Of Broken Dreams

Posted on December 22, 2023 at 6:54 pm by John Sektor

“You can do this, John,” Eve said positively, placing a caring hand on the naked shoulder of her mentor.

Sektor’s eyes were sharp and focused, reflecting the gleam of the stadium lights as he bounced from toe to toe in front of the velvet curtain. The low hum of excitement from inside Allegiant Stadium filled his ears, drowning out any doubts or fears. He could feel the weight of expectation on his shoulders, the pressure to prove himself once again as the HOTv champion. Or perhaps they were hoping to witness his defeat, to see him fall from grace in this ultimate showdown.

Butterflies flitted wildly in the pit of his stomach, a familiar sensation he called ‘pre-match nerves’. It was a feeling every wrestler experienced, no matter how confident or fearless they appeared. And in a match like this, at the grandest wrestling event of the year, it was impossible to escape them.

“Just remember,” Eve continued from over his shoulder. “It isn’t too late..”

Huh?” Sektor frowned, turning his head towards his apprentice. “What isn’t too late?”

Eve smiled softly.

“To make things right, of course.”

Sektor’s mind raced as he tried to comprehend the meaning behind Eve’s cryptic words. Was there something he needed to make right? Memories started flooding his mind, bringing forth images of past mistakes and regrets. Moments where he had let his pride blind him, causing pain to those around him.

He took a deep breath, his face twisting with determination. Eve had always been the voice of reason, the one who saw through his tough exterior. She believed in him even when he didn’t believe in himself. And now, in this pivotal moment before his match, her words sparked a fire within him—a desire for redemption.

He opened his mouth to speak to her but was interrupted by the booming sound of ‘Dirt deeds done dirt cheap’ blasting from inside the football stadium. His eyes glared at the curtain as he tensed his fists. As the crowd’s anticipation grew louder, Sektor closed his eyes and visualized his opponent in the ring. He imagined every move they would make, every counter he could execute flawlessly. His body tensed with anticipation, ready to unleash a storm upon the canvas.

He turned back to look at Eve. But she was gone. His eyes darted around the the backstage area, panicking as she had seemed to disappear into the abyss. Sektor’s heart pounded in his chest as he frantically searched for Eve. Where did she go? He hadn’t realised until that moment that he had relied on her calming presence, her unwavering support, and now she was nowhere to be found. The weight of her absence bore down on him, threatening to shatter his focus.

His heart raced with nervous anticipation as the crowd’s cheers echoed through the air. With a final deep breath, he stepped forward and burst through the curtain with an intense determination. But as he emerged on the other side, the music suddenly stopped and all was silent. His mouth hung open in shock as he scanned the dark, empty stadium. Confusion flooded his mind – where were the fans? Where was the ring? Where were the bright lights that usually blinded him before a match? And most importantly, where were his opponents? It was as if time had stopped and everything around him had vanished into thin air. The weight of disappointment and disbelief sank in as he realized that this wasn’t just a delay or mix-up – something was seriously wrong here.

A loud clank echoed around the arena as one of the floodlights suddenly turned on. One by one then all lit up, causing the Gold Standard to shield his eyes as the bright lights blinded him.

As Sektor adjusted to the sudden brightness, he could make out the figures standing on the far end of the ring. His heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned upon him—a group of masked faces, each one wearing a sinister grin.

“Welcome, Sektor,” a deep, menacing voice reverberated through the air. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Sektor’s muscles tensed, his mind racing to find an explanation for this surreal turn of events. How had he ended up in this spooky deserted stadium, facing off against his past adversaries? It was as if someone had plucked him from reality and dropped him into some twisted nightmare.

The masked figures slowly closed in on Sektor, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins. He knew he had to stay calm, to assess the situation and find a way out of this nightmarish scenario.

“Who are you?” Sektor demanded, his voice steady despite the rising panic within him. “What is the meaning of all this?”

Frantically, he scanned the empty arena, searching for any signs of life. The bright lights made it difficult to see, but suddenly a voice rang out.

“SURPRISE!”

Startled, he jerked his head towards the source of the sound and came face to face with a familiar figure. He let out a yelp and stumbled backwards, heart pounding in his chest. As he caught his breath and looked up at the masked man before him, recognition dawned on him. It was his old friend and former tag team partner, Chris CK.

“You!” he gasped, disbelief evident in his voice.

As the man slowly reached up to remove his mask, Sektor’s suspicions were confirmed by the curly blonde locks of hair with tinted red ends. Memories flooded back as he gazed at his long-lost friend.

“Chris,” Sektor whispered, his voice filled with both relief and confusion. “What is all this? Why are you doing this?”

A hint of a smile played on Chris’s lips, his eyes glimmering mischievously.

“Oh, Johnny-boy, how I’ve missed your dramatic flair. Don’t you see? This is a test—a test of your resolve, your strength, and your ability to overcome the darkness that resides within us all.”

Sektor’s brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of Chris’s cryptic words. He had always known Chris to be a bit eccentric, but this seemed beyond anything he could have imagined.

“Enough with the cryptic games,” Sektor growled, his frustration seeping through his words. “If you have something to say or a challenge to issue, then just say it!”

Chris chuckled softly, the sound sending chills down Sektor’s spine. “Very well, my friend. I have brought

you here to remind you of a promise you made years ago. A promise to face your darkest fears and confront the demons that haunt you.”

Sektor’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenched. Memories flooded back, memories he had long buried deep within his subconscious. The pain of his past mistakes, the guilt that gnawed at his soul—it all came rushing back with a vengeance.

“You think I’m afraid of my past? You think I haven’t faced my demons?” Sektor’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and vulnerability. “I’ve paid for my mistakes, Chris. I’ve spent years trying to make things right.”

Chris’s smile widened, the darkness in his eyes intensifying.

“Ah, but have you truly faced them? Or have you simply buried them beneath a facade of strength and success?”

Sektor’s heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with Chris’s words. He had always prided himself on being the embodiment of resilience and

determination, but now, faced with his old friend’s challenge, he couldn’t help but question if he had truly confronted the demons that haunted him.

As memories of his past mistakes continued to resurface, Sektor felt a surge of anger welling up inside him. He had worked so hard to rebuild his life, to become a better person. How dare Chris imply that he hadn’t done enough?

“You have no right to judge me,” Sektor spat, his voice dripping with defiance. “You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

Chris’s expression softened, the mischief in his eyes replaced by a glimmer of understanding. He took a step closer to Sektor, lowering his voice.

“Johnny, my intention is not to judge you. I’m here to help you confront the darkness that still lingers within you. The darkness that threatens to consume you if left unchecked.”

Sektor stared at Chris in disbelief. How could he claim to understand the pain and struggles Sek

tor had endured? But as he looked into his friend’s eyes, he saw genuine concern and a flicker of empathy that he couldn’t ignore.

Reluctantly, Sektor took a deep breath and allowed himself to consider what Chris was saying. Perhaps there was some truth in his words. Perhaps there were still unresolved issues that he had yet to fully confront.

“What do you want from me, Chris?” Sektor asked, his voice softer now, laced with vulnerability. “How do I face these demons?”

Chris nodded, a solemn expression crossing his face.

“It won’t be easy, Johnny. Confronting our past never is. But it’s the only way for you to find true peace.”

With a sense of determination, Sektor squared his shoulders and looked into Chris’s eyes. He understood now that he couldn’t run away from his past any longer. He needed to face it head-on, no matter how painful or difficult it may be.

“Alright,” Sektor whispered. “I know what this is about. This is because I betrayed you, isn’t it?”

Chris didn’t react, he merely continued to smile softly at his former friend.

“We grew up in this business together. We promised to always have one another’s backs, no matter what.”

The guilt eating away at Sektor was nauseating and he struggled to look at Chris in the eye.

“The first opportunity I got to fuck you over? I took it. I took it and I didn’t care because I saw an opportunity to climb the ladder and it came at your expense.”

The words hung heavily in the air as Sektor’s confession echoed through the deserted stadium. Chris’s smile faded, replaced by a look of sadness and disappointment. He had waited years for this moment, for Sektor to finally acknowledge his betrayal.

“You’re right, Johnny,” Chris replied softly, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. “You did betray me. But this isn’t just about that one act. It’s about everything that led up to it, every choice you made along the way.”

Sektor winced at the truth in Chris’s words. He had let ambition and selfishness cloud his judgment, causing him to lose sight of what was truly important—friendship, loyalty, and integrity.

“What do you want me to say?” Sektor asked. “Sorry? Will that make things better? I’ve worked damn hard to bury you in the back of my mind with the rest of my skeletons. But seeing you here now, standing in front of me, I can’t help but wonder what became of you after I left you high and dry.”

Chris merely let out a sigh but didn’t utter a word. Sektor felt a lump form in his throat as guilt and regret washed over him. He had never considered the impact of his actions on Chris beyond their immediate fallout. Now, faced with the consequences of his betrayal, he realized just how deep the wounds ran.

“I’m sorry,” Sektor whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “I’m sorry for everything I did, for all the pain I caused you. But if you’d asked me if I would have done things any differently? Then I wouldn’t! Every decision, every turn in the road, every – dirty little deed I made has led to where I am today and I cannot have any regrets about that!”

Chris’s expression softened as he listened to Sektor’s heartfelt apology. He could see the sincerity in his friend’s eyes, the weight of his past actions finally beginning to crush him. It was clear that Sektor had carried the burden of his betrayal for far too long, and now, faced with the consequences, he was eager to make amends.

“Johnny,” Chris said gently, placing a hand on Sektor’s shoulder. “I understand that you’re proud of the person you’ve become, and you should be. But sometimes, in order to truly move forward, we must confront our past and make peace with it. Only then can we grow and become even better versions of ourselves.”

Sektor stared at Chris, searching for any signs of anger or resentment. But all he found was forgiveness and a genuine desire to help him heal.

“Now get up, Johnny! This is only the first test in this gauntlet..”

Chris extended a hand down to Sektor. The Gold Standard reached out a trembling hand of his own and as their skin touched a blinding white line caused him to clamp his eyes shut.

As he opened them he found himself in an eerily familiar surrounding. He was standing in the hallway of his old house and could hear a baby crying.

Sektor’s heart pounded in his chest as he recognized the sound. It was the cry of his daughter, Chloe. The memories flooded back, overwhelming him with a mix of joy and guilt. How could he have forgotten about Chloe? How could he have buried such an important part of his past?

With a trembling hand, Sektor pushed open the door to Lily’s room. The sight before him made his breath catch in his throat. Lily lay in her crib, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks, her tiny fists clenched in frustration.

Sektor’s eyes stung as he scooped Lily into his arms, holding her close. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

He closed his eyes tight and held her close but as he opened them he found himself back in the stadium, holding nothing in his arms. He stared at his empty arms and felt a surge of anguish wash over him. The feeling was soon replaced by fear as a clip-clapping echoing sound of heels walked towards him. He looked up to see another masked figure. This figure had the silhouette of a woman and had raven hair flowing from the sides of the mask.

Chloe?” he whispered.

The masked woman stopped in front of him and removed her mask. Sektor gasped even sharper as he recognised her.

Helen!”

He couldn’t believe his eyes. He hadn’t thought about his ex wife for such a long time. How could she be part of this? She was supposed to be dead.

Helen looked at Sektor with a mixture of sadness and anger in her eyes. Her presence seemed otherworldly, an echo from the past that had come back to haunt him.

“You thought you could escape me, Johnny?” she said, her voice laced with bitterness. “You thought you could just erase me from your memory and move on with your life? Well, think again.”

Sektor staggered back, his mind reeling. He had buried the memories of his failed marriage deep within himself, the pain too much to bear. He had convinced himself that Helen was gone, that he had moved on. But now, faced with her reappearance, he realized just how wrong he was.

“I watched you walk away, Johnny,” Helen continued, her voice filled with resentment. “I watched as you abandoned everything, including your own daughter. You left us behind without a second thought.”

“HEY! You left me, remember? Don’t get this twisted. You fucked another guy whilst I was away and took off with Chloe!”

“John, don’t lie to yourself. You know you walked away a long time before that.”

The anger inside him was once again conceding to the guilt.

“You were never there for us, John. You chose wrestling over your family and you sacrificed both of us.”

Sektor felt the weight of those words, each one piercing his heart like a dagger. He had spent so long convincing himself that leaving was the right decision, that he was doing what was best for everyone. But now, faced with Helen’s accusatory gaze, he realized the truth.

Tears welled up in Sektor’s eyes as he reached out towards Helen, desperate to bridge the gap between them. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice trembling with regret. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or Chloe. I thought I was doing what was right at the time.”

Helen’s expression softened, her anger momentarily replaced by a flicker of empathy. She took a step closer to Sektor, her eyes filled with both pain and longing. “We were your family, Johnny,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And you abandoned us.”

The guilt consumed Sektor as he realized the magnitude of his mistakes. He had let his ambition blind him

to what truly mattered in life. He had sacrificed his family for success, trading love and connection for fame and fortune. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him feeling hollow and empty.

“I was a fool,” Sektor said, his voice choked with sorrow. “I thought I could have it all, but I was wrong. I let my ego and selfish desires cloud my judgment, and in the process, I lost everything that truly mattered.”

Helen’s eyes filled with tears as she listened to Sektor’s heartfelt confession. She had spent years harboring resentment towards him, but seeing the pain etched on his face, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

“You can’t change the past,” Helen said softly, her voice laced with sadness. “But you can learn from it and make amends. You have a chance now to be present for Chloe, to show her that you care.”

Sektor shook his head, his heart heavy with regret.

“I – I don’t even know where she is. She doesn’t want to know me any more. I doubt if she even knows I exist,” he sobbed.

Sektor’s face suddenly turned stern and he wiped away the tears aggressively as he assessed his surreal surroundings.

“What the fuck is going on here? None of this is real! You’re not real! You’re Dead!”

Helen’s expression remained unchanged as she simply continued to look at him.

“Yes, I feel guilty for the way I behaved and for abandoning you and Chloe. But I still made the right choice! I made sacrifices to live the life that I want to live and that is the life of a champion! Our two worlds could never co-exist.

As Sektor ranted, his voice echoed through the stadium, bouncing off the empty seats. Helen remained silent, her gaze fixed on him. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if time stood still.

Then, with a haunting gentleness, Helen reached out and placed a hand on Sektor’s arm. Her touch was like a jolt of electricity, grounding him in the midst of his turmoil.

“Johnny, you don’t understand,” she said softly, her voice filled with a quiet determination. “Life is not about choosing between success and love. It’s about finding balance.”

Sektor’s anger began to subside, replaced by curiosity and a glimmer of hope. He looked into Helen’s eyes and saw a flicker of something he had long forgotten – a shared understanding.

“I didn’t come here to haunt you, Johnny. I came to offer you a second chance,” she continued. “A chance to make things right, to find that balance and be the father our daughter deserves.”

Sektor’s heart pounded in his chest as he considered Helen’s words. Could he really have a second chance? Could he mend the broken bonds with his daughter and find redemption for his past mistakes?

“I don’t know if I deserve a second chance,” Sektor whispered, his voice filled with uncertainty. “But if there’s even a glimmer of hope, I’m willing to try.”

Helen nodded, her eyes filled with warmth and forgiveness. “It won’t be easy, Johnny. Rebuilding trust takes time and effort. But Chloe needs a father in her life, and she deserves the chance to know the man you can become.”

Sektor took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to make amends and forge a connection with his daughter.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said, his voice filled with resolve. “I’ll do whatever it takes to be there for Chloe, to make things right, and to find that balance in my life. I won’t let fear or past mistakes hold me back anymore.”

Helen smiled, a genuine expression of hope and forgiveness. “I believe in you, Johnny. And I believe that you can change, that you can become the father our daughter deserves.”

Helen’s smile quickly faded as a look of dread appeared on her face. She glanced over her shoulder into the darkness. Sektor watched her fearfully.

“What is it?” he asked, a tremor in his voice.

“There is one more.”

Sektor’s face drained of what little color it had left as he tried to see into the void behind her, to see what was waiting for him.

“This one is the worst, Johnny. He is rotten the core. Pure evil,” she said, turning to him with a solemn expression. “You must confront him.”

Sektor straightened his neck and summoned his courage, puffing out his chest with determination.

“I’m ready.”

Helen half smiled as she began to fade away in front of his eyes.

“I hope so. For your sake..”

“Wait! Don’t go-“

But it was too late. Helen had disappeared, leaving Sektor standing alone in the empty stadium, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around anxiously, half expecting to see the figure of pure evil emerge from the darkness.

And then, as if on cue, a chilling breeze swept through the stadium, causing Sektor’s hair to stand on end. He tightened his grip on his fists, ready for whatever awaited him.

From the shadows emerged a figure clad in black, his face concealed by a hooded cloak. The air grew heavy with an aura of malevolence as he approached Sektor with deliberate steps.

“Who are you?” Sektor demanded, his voice filled with both fear and defiance.

The figure chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down Sektor’s spine.

“I am your greatest adversary,” he replied, his voice dripping with venom. “I am the embodiment of all your fears and regrets.”

Sektor felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, his instincts kicking into high gear. He may have been consumed by guilt and regret, but he was not going to let this figure push him further into the depths of despair.

“Bring it on,” Sektor growled, his voice resolute. “I’ve faced demons before, and I’ve come out stronger.”

The figure’s laughter echoed through the stadium, bouncing off the empty seats. It was a bone-chilling sound that seemed to seep into Sektor’s very core, threatening to break him. But he held his ground, refusing to let fear overpower him.

“You think you’re strong?” the figure sneered. “You couldn’t even protect your own family.”

Sektor’s fists clenched tighter, his knuckles turning white. The figure had struck a nerve, reopening wounds that had never truly healed.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Sektor spat back, his voice laced with determination. “I may have made mistakes but-“

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heeeeeeeeh!”

Sektor froze, almost paralysed with shock and fear as he recognised that laugh. A laugh he had heard a thousand times and one that could not be mistaken with any other.

You?” he asked.

Sektor stared at the dark figure, still unable to see his face.

“Yes. Me..”

With that, a single red light began to glow where one of the dark figures eyes would have been. Sektor opened his mouth to speak again but choked on his words as he saw the silhouette of a little girl join the dark man at his side.

Ch-Chloe?”

Hehehehehe!”

Get the fuck away from her!” he yelled, panicking as he looked all around for help. Eventually he looked towards his daughter. “Chloe? Baby, come here to me okay? He’s a bad man.”

“A bad man, whom you allowed to take her from you,” the dark figure replied.

Sektor’s heart raced as he tried to formulate a response, but the words caught in his throat. He could feel his fear growing, coupled with a sense of loss and helplessness. How had it come to this? Was everything he had tried to do for redemption nothing more than an act?

The dark figure seemed to read his thoughts, its sinister voice echoing through the empty stadium.

“Your daughter has been taken from you, lost in the darkness that is your own soul. The price of your past mistakes has been high, and you can no longer save her.”

Tears welled up in Sektor’s eyes as he realized the truth of the figure’s words. His actions had condemned not only himself but also the ones he loved most. The darkness seemed to seep deeper into him, threatening to swallow him whole.

His voice cracked as he spoke, barely above a whisper.

“I don’t understand. What do you want from me? Why torment me with this?”

The dark figure appeared to be enjoying Sektor’s torment, its laughter ringing through the cold, empty space.

“You wanted a second chance, did you not?”

Sektor nodded, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, here it is. Your chance to face the darkness within you and prove your worth as a father and a man. If you can overcome this… you might find a way to save your daughter. But if you cannot, then your fate and your daughter’s will be forever sealed.”

A cold sweat broke out on Sektor’s forehead as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had been given a chance at redemption, but the cost was high – his daughter’s very soul.

“But how do I defeat you?” Sektor asked, his voice trembling. “

The dark figure cackled, its laughter eerie and haunting.

“You don’t,” it said simply. “This is not a battle of strength or skill, John. It’s a battle of the heart.”

Sektor’s eyes widened in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“You must face your fears, your regrets, and your failures head-on. You must confront the darkness within yourself, and it is only then that you can hope to save your daughter.”

A wave of dread washed over Sektor as the enormity of the task ahead dawned on him. He could feel the weight of his past mistakes weighing heavily on his shoulders, threatening to pull him under.

But Helen’s words echoed in his mind, her faith in him resonating like a beacon, guiding him forward. He knew he had to try, for Chloe’s sake.

Bracing himself, he took a step forward, beginning his march towards his fears and regrets, guided by a single red light.

Eventually he made it within three feet of the man, stopping in front of him. He glanced at Chloe and smiled at her, but she just stared vacantly at the ground as though she had no soul.

The Gold Standard then look up at the figure who’s face was still shrouded with darkness, save for the red light which flickered.

“Go on,” Sektor grunted, tightening his jaw and showing his teeth. “Show your face.”

There was a brief pause before the figure began to slowly reach up towards his hood.

“As you wish.”

Sektor watched as the man removed his hood. Sektor frowned as the man’s head was bowed but as he looked up at him he almost tripped over his own feet as he gasped in shock.

No!”

The man in front of him wasn’t the man he thought he was at all. It was himself. It was John Sektor smirking at him, with one eye shining bright red.

“You did well to keep both of your eyes all of these years,” the man said. 

“I don’t understand,” he stammered, shaking his head. “You’re me… how is that possible?”

The figure, or rather, John Sektor, chuckled darkly, the sound echoing through the empty stadium like a thousand needles on chalkboard.

“You may not understand it now, but you will when it’s too late. This is your final test, John. You must confront the very essence of your being and battle the darkness within. Only then can you hope to save your daughter’s soul.”

Sektor felt a wave of despair wash over him. “But I don’t know how to do that. How do I defeat my own self.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it? You’ve been chasing something your whole life, but you don’t really know what you want. No batter who you beat. No matter what you win or what you achieve, it is never enough. Setting yourself this challenge of the gauntlet is proof that you are always chasing the ultimate victory, against the ultimate opponent.”

The figure, or rather, John Sektor, continued to stare at him, his single red eye glowing in the darkness.

“You have to accept that this is who you are, John. The good and the bad. The strength and the weakness. The victories and the failures. You cannot defeat this part of yourself, but you can learn to live with it. Embrace it, and you might find the key to unlocking your daughter’s soul.”

Sektor stared back at himself, his mind racing with confusion and fear. He had never thought about himself in this way before. He was always chasing a goal, a win, a purpose, but he never really stopped to understand himself.

He shook his head, disbelief etched on his face.

“I-I don’t know if I can accept this. I don’t want to live with the darkness inside me. I want to be rid of it.”

Suddenly the dark version of himself pounced forward, knocking him to the ground and pinning him down by his throat. He coughed and spluttered as he tried to breath but the dark figure pressed his face close to his, spitting as he talked.

“You think you can escape the darkness within you? You won’t be rid of it, John! It’s a part of who you are, a part of your past, and your future. Embrace it, or be destroyed by it!”

The figure then sat up and raised both hands above his head, ready to smash them down into Sektor’s face.

“You cannot beat me!”