2 Resolve

Darkness….Everlasting darkness is all I can see and surprisingly as a person who was never a fan of the complete dark, it is quite intriguing how for this moment I am at peace.

'This seems like the best as any time to contemplate'.

I wonder if everything was some kind of drug induced dream but that is just not possible as I was at home and I don't have any friends or enemies as far as I'm aware. Then I recall the pain I felt from the blows I took and that final fall.

'The pain was way too real in order for it to be a dream' I reconsider.

Resignedly I come to accept the possibility of the fact that I may have taken over Miguel's body in that school fight. I feel a small twinge of guilt of taking over the body of this good kid but then squash it mercilessly, after all it is not something I wanted at all. This situation has led to me leaving behind my dear parents and my little sister. The more I think about what I have left behind the angrier I get and finally I just push it all down and hope and pray that I wake up soon and find out it was all just a freaky vivid dream.

Hence I proceed to wait. And wait…and wait some more. I was unable to tell time and there were no sounds whatsoever. The situation has started to get a bit maddening to be honest. I keep waiting and waiting with nothing in sight and eventually I decide to try meditating or something in order to control my emotions and fraying sanity.

I take deep breaths and feel myself clear my mind of all distractions. I am now able to think clearly. If this truly was an actual dream I am pretty sure my distress would have woken me up by now. In other words, I have come to the conclusion that I am indeed within the coma induced body of Miguel. I realize that the body must be healing and that would explain the complete shut down, which would then proceed to that fighting montage like in the tv show and then hopefully I would wake the fuck up.

Well I guess that could be the bright side of all of this. Fighting and martial arts in general was something I have always loved and admired, however, I never really did get the opportunity to learn the various techniques and follow my passions, I am from India after all. Instead, I got stuck doing my Bachelor's and then Master's in biotechnology and then I got stuck working in some sh*tty lab. I do recall getting into fights as a school student but they weren't martial arts, just plain old school brawling. I loved fighting as a kid in my old world and I absolutely adored the feeling and the sound of my fist making full on contact with an enemy's face. Good times…If I do get healed after this coma bullsh*t (after all the show is kind of unrealistic), I believe I will be able to learn and master karate the real way or I would likely be stuck to a wheelchair for the rest of my life then maybe I will study business or some sh*t. NO...NEVER....I resolve myself to absolutely defy that latter possibility with every fiber of my being.

Then I come to a horrifying realization that I don't actually know any karate to show for and play the part of Miguel. I try to think about it some more and then remember everything about my or Miguel's constant repetitions of punches and kicks, various blocks and finally the actual battles themselves. Damn!!!…I just remembered this guy had never lost a fight in official capacity. And isn't it ridiculous of how quick my future body learns. I also recall memories of moving around all the time with 'mother' and 'yaya' and the constant loneliness of not having friends. I instantly nip those feeling at the bud as my true self is an introvert and actually embraces some alone time.

I then think back to the school fight again and then get instantly annoyed with my pussyfooting show of mercy…pathetic really, should've knocked out that pretty boy with daddy issues or possibly snapped his arm considering my position in that fight towards the end. Speaking of 'daddy issues' I recall the real reason Miguel showed mercy in the first place. F*ckin Johnny Lawrence. My thoughts of him are quite complex at the moment. I love him as a character but I cannot and will not see him as a father figure as I only look up to one man as a father and that's my own dad, I then recall the pain I felt from the beatings and the actual fall itself and my feelings of annoyance turns to rage and bitterness…I push it down quick and then move on towards the end of the fall. My thoughts focus on the girl I had seen before the 'cracking' landing and I feel all sorts of things.

'Heh…seems like Miguel had fallen heads over heels over Tory' I realize with some approval. Always liked her in the show…'Pretty sure I could work with that....besides she is gorgeous.' I think with some anticipation. She could be quite useful and some harmless and well intentioned manipulation would work wonders with the girl, after all, it is for my greater good. And she would be a good deterrent against good old Samantha Larusso…never personally hated the girl but neither did I like her all that much. As a man I look forward towards that feminine drama. Anyways, moving on it does seem like I have all of his memories.

'Good…seems like I do have some luck after all.' I think to myself giddily.

My mind seems to be brightening up gradually just like a beautiful landscape during sunrise.

'Huh…Well…it seems to be getting a lot brighter in here.'

I am now able to actually see sh*t. Looks like I'm in some kind of large hexagonal cage with the letters 'UFC' on it. There is a huge crowd waiting eagerly and cheering me on in excitement. I look down and I realize that I am in some kind shorts and have those MMA gloves on. I recall what happened in og Miguel's coma dream and I look across myself with some dread and a small tingle of anticipation.