Brody King vs. Masada

I stood outside, the cool night air filling my lungs as I took a drag from my cigarette. The moon was full and bright, casting a pale glow over everything in sight. As I exhaled a cloud of smoke, I couldn’t help but feel proud of the latest episode of Roach TV Wrestling Reviews. Brody King vs Masada on Wrestle Circus had been brutal, and the match had been a thrill to watch and to review. Having learned about pro wrestler Masada through a documentary on indie wrestling that I watched on Vice, I was delighted when I saw his name next up on my queue. But as I stood there, my mind started to drift to other things. I felt a sense of unease, a nagging feeling that something was off. Was it the alcohol in my system, clouding my judgment? Or was it something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on? I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. I had too much going on to worry about vague feelings of foreboding. I took another drag, watching as the smoke mingled with the misty air around me. But as I finished my cigarette and went back inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change. I couldn’t have predicted then that this would be the last Roach TV Wrestling Review, but looking back now, it all seems so clear. I sat down at my desk, and started to go through my emails, feeling a creeping sense of unease. There was a weight pressing down on my chest, like a dark cloud hovering just out of reach. I tried to shake it off, but it just wouldn’t go away. I checked my phone, hoping to distract myself, but even that didn’t help. As the night wore on, I found myself staring at the screen, but not really seeing anything. The world around me had faded away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew there was a storm coming, I just didn’t know from which direction.