A rite of passage

A rite of passage:
The camera switches to CG, who is backstage preparing for the big match, doing some shadow boxing and other warm up exercises. Suddenly there is a knocking on the door. CG turns around and opens.
CG: Who are you?
Suit: That doesn’t matter, follow me!

CG: Hold on, you can’t just come here, not disclosing any information and ask me to follow you. I am the emperor of UCW as I demand respect!
Suit: I don’t have time for this issues “Highness”.
With that the suit takes down CG with a baseball bat.

Slowly CG wakes up alone in an empty deep blue colored room. Still halfway asleep he perceives strange voices calling him.
Voices: Clemens Gustav Arsch, Clemens Gustav Arsch.
CG: Who are you? Where am I? What is going on here?
Voices: That doesn’t matter, it just doesn’t matter for you now. You should learn to ask the right questions.
CG: What? What’s going on here?
Voice: This is not right question?
CG: Why am I here?
Voices: Here? You are always, and you have been always here!
CG: I don’t understand.
Voices: You will when time is ripe, but the time hasn’t come yet.
CG: Dark Horse is that you?
Voices: Nothing could be further from the truth. The chapter Dark Horse will end for you tonight, but another one starts. Some bigger issues are upon you now, or better put will now become apparent to you.
CG: What does all that mean?
Voices: Clemens Gustav, neither time nor place, your regression has only just begun.
CG: Who are…….
CG falls asleep again.

CG wakes up again in a different room. This time it is yellow in color and far from being empty. There is a huge beehive and lots of buzzing bees surround it. Suddenly a slightly distorted voice is heard, kind of resembling the sound of a bee.
Beevoice: CG?
CG: What?
Beevoice: CG? Are you here?
CG: Yes I am, but who are you?
Beevoice: You don’t remember me? I am Bizak, you favourite bee, when you were a child.
CG: Bizak? But you could talk, how is this possible?
Beevoice: You are a bee scientist, so you should know the answer.
CG still lying on the ground, looks down at his body and sees a catheter run to his left leg.
CG: This must be some drug, that makes my brains calculate the bees dancing moves into a normal speech pattern. I have been working on something like this years ago, but it never worked out.
Bizak: CG don’t trouble your mind with those technical questions. Once you understand what is going on, you will drift away further from the truth. Don’t search for the true and you will find it. As of now there are more important things. We have to hurry up.
CG: Hurry up because of what?
Bizak: Stop asking questions and begin to find answers. They are everywhere and they want to have you.
CG: Who?
Bizak: Didn’t I tell you that should stop asking quest…..
As Bizak continues to talk CG drifts away into an unconscious state of mind.

A voice with an Indian accent is to be heard.
Voice: CG, they are coming to get you.
CG slowly regains consciousness.
CG: ehmmm, what? Can’t this non-sense stop.
Voice: No, it can’t you are far from being ready yet.
CG: Come on Dark Horse, stop that, it’s leading you nowhere, I will destroy you in the ring, no matter a far you will take this mind games.
Voice: Dark Horse? I’m not Dark Horse, I’m Thanderimdim Dim, the voice of the wargods.
CG: We have met before?
Dim: Yes, we have.
CG takes a look around. He finds himself surrounded by Indian dancers. As he gets up he can spot a huge elephant.
Dim: Don’t you remember your good old friend Ganesha? Come on feed her.
CG: This is just surreal, the first time, was already more than enough for me. Screw it.. Where are the peanuts?
Dim: There are no peanuts, they have taken them all, no peanuts left for you or anyone.
CG: Everybody speaks of them, but who are those “they”?
Dim: A power far beyond, what you can imagine now. But you are not ready yet! As of now you really should feed Ganesha!
CG looks around and finds an odd looking mushroom. He picks it up and takes a deeper look. Somehow it reminds him of something but he just can’t get a clear thought on what it was.
Dim: Wisely chosen Dr. Arsch. This fungi can even make rabbits talk. Ganesha will like it.
CG see himself confronted with a flashback which leads him back to times when his mind was trouble by weird Ukrainian rabbits and lunatics of irish decent. He shakes his head and immediately is back into the present. As he slowly approaches Ganesha the Indian dancers star to perform to some nice Bollywood tune. In a concentrated movement CG places the mushroom in Ganesha’s mouth. She chews it carefully and then swallows. Out of nowhere she starts to speak.
Ganesha: So finally CG we can have a little chat.
CG: Ganesha, who what is all this stuff about?
Ganesha: CG, there is a power behind things, a secret power that is far more powerful than you might imagine at all at the moment. They are a group fighting for world dominion.
CG: What have I got to do with them? I mean seriously I couldn’t care less.
Ganesha: But you should care. This is about so much more than wrestling, my friend, yet your illumination has not proceeded far enough to make you see things clearly.
CG’s head begins to spin and falls asleep again, while the music continues and the Indians still dance.
Ganesha: Hey Dim, I think he still has much to learn.
Dim: Yeps, I tried to bring him to the path quite a while ago, but his mind seems to resist the truth consistently. Maybe it’s on her to pave his way and to make him see things as they really are.

CG: Where the hell am I now?
A slightly bitter CG rises up and scouts his environment. It looks like an average toilet. Still a little bit confused he walks over to the big door and opens it. He finds himself in a small hall that is fill with all kind of automatons.
CG: I would love to have some peanuts right now.
He inspects all the automatons sequentially in order to find one that sells peanuts. At last one he notices a huge sign which says: “Peanuts are out, because of popular demand. The Mgt.”
CG: Putain, I even had enough money. Merde, I want some peanuts NOW!!!
He holds on for a second.
CG: Ok, if I can’t have peanuts, then instead I might go for some beverage.
Turning around he heads towards Absinthe Automaton he spotted earlier.
CG: That’s odd, never heard about absinthe in cans before. Anyway I am thirsty and a little amount of alcohol can’t do much harm.
Going through the different brands, he selects “Discordien Esprit” as his drink of choice and inserts some coins. A little can is thrown out, which CG immediately grabs and opens.
CG: This looks interesting.
He takes a sip, yet at the same time the automaton moves to the side and a huge well decorated door becomes visible. Out of curiosity CG opens it and walks through it.
Thereby he enters an even bigger hall that is filled with tables surrounded by quite a lot of people. His lightning fast reasoning immediately infers that this place must be a casino. A short look around and he spots Jack, a well know player, he had previous encounters with. In order not to be impolite he moves over to him.
CG: Hey Jack, how is the game going?
Jack: Oh very well as usually. You know hardly anyone can prove anything to me, when I comes to Poker.
CG: Dude, I can really believe it. By the way how did you get here.
Jack: First I was in my locker room preparing for a match, you know I was going to fight this Croatian berserker that believe in some old somethings tonight for the world title, when suddenly somebody knocked on the door. Kind as I am I open and before could even recognize who it was I found myself in an empty blue room, where strange voices where talking to me. Again before I could grasp a clear though I was in another room with playing cards talking to me…..
The story of Jack seems to have a huge similarity with CG’s, which makes CG wonder what was actually going on here.
CG: What is actually going on here?
Voice: Stop asking this question, it is pointless.
CG: OK!
CG turns back to Jack.
CG: So how long are you here already?
Jack : For about two weeks I think. I really love casinos I could spend my whole life in here.
CG(to himself): So this can’t be the way out of here. I must search out for something different.
Voice: Damn right, mon ami.
CG: Stop talking to me and I will stop asking stupid questions.
Jack: Hey dude what is wrong with you? You really don’t need to be that aggressive.
CG: Jack, sorry, I wasn’t talking to you. Anyway thanks, it was nice meeting you, I have to go now and bon chance.
Jack: Cheers mate and don’t eat too many peanuts, they don’t like it when you eat them.
CG was about to ask what he meant by that, but he realized that this would be silly so he leaves Jack at his Poker table. Because he is still thirsty he takes another big sip from his can, but this time he could feel the alcohol kick in and decides to take a rest on of the tables….

Still halfway dreaming CG sees the shape of a beautiful woman calling his name. He tries to approach her, but in a way not describable by the laws of physics she always escapes him without moving at all.
Woman: CG, you have to follow my path.
CG: I try to but you a fleeting.
Woman: That is because you still try to understand things rationally. Listen to your inner self and you will succeed.
That was too much befuddlement for CG. At the peak of his utter confusion he wakes up and realizes that he is in a city he has never been before. It is filled with huge skyscrapers and seems foreign in character, yet all the sign are in English and people seem to speak English as well. A passant stops and asks.
Passant: Have you spoken with the goddess?
CG: Which goddess?
Passant: The one and only.
CG: Fortunately, I don’t believe in such nonsense like gods or anything, so a forteriori I haven spoken to a goddess, since there are no gods.
Passant: Only the simple minded can think like that. There are more things than meets the eye.
CG: Ok, ok, I will buy that. Would you have the kindness to tell me where I am?
Passant: This is Arkham, my friend.
CG: I have never heard of that city.
Passant: It is an old city, but we do not tend to travel much, so it wasn’t that much popularized.
CG: ahh, I think I will take a look around. Bye
So CG’s little sightseeing tour begins. Al throughout he is a little bewildered about the strangeness of the people living in Arkham. They are some kind backward and to a slight degree degenerated, like incest was a common practice in Arkham. The whole seems to be decaying for years now and the whole atmosphere is kind of intimidating.
Finally CG finds himself in front of the University and could read a sign which says “Miskatonic University”. In a sudden moment of mental clarity he has a conjunction.
CG: Is it the Old Ones that are after me?
A Dean rushes out of the main entrance as if he was hunted by some mysterious power.
Dean: To find out you have to enter.
CG follows his advices, while the Dean runs through the street of Arkham like a mad man.
In uncertain steps CG makes his way to the library and immediately focuses on a single book. He opens it and reads the title.
CG: This is the famous Necronomicon. Maybe It contains the answers that I am looking for?
Without CG noticing it, a beautiful young woman came to his side and speak.
Woman: Partially, but the forces troubling you are not the Olds Ones. I one way they are even more powerful and slightly more obscure than the Old Ones themselves are. In fact Yog-Shothoth had to launch a major strike against them on a rock-festival quite some years ago.
He voice seems familiar to CG but he cannot make out from where he knows that person.
CG: So who are they?
Woman: You will have to find out yourself, only that can bring your mind to the appropriate level. But one advice should be given, forget to think like you learned in the past. This all is far from being logical in a way common people think.
CG: So, despite all those mysterious comments, you say this book contains some answers to my quest?
Woman: Indeed it does, you should keep it. There is another book you might encounter on your path that might help you even more, but this one you are yet to find.
CG: Thank you. I think you were the first one to really help me.
Woman: You’re welcome. Yet maybe I lied to you, maybe I misdescribed things, maybe I am only interested in a sexual affair with you. You should trust anybody. Anybody could be one of them, including me.
CG takes a closer look at this mysterious woman. He realizes that she is the only person in that city that doesn’t look degenerated in some way, she even looks more than just quite appealing.
CG: You are not from here, are you?
Woman: Yes and No, but who am I to judge. Now you have to go, before the Old Ones send out their herald to hunt you down. This place isn’t save anymore.
CG grabs the book and really could feel a great evil coming nearer and nearer. Without the slightest noise the woman seems to have disappeared. In fear on the terror that would be unleashed upon him CG starts to run like he never did before in his life. He leaves the university and tries to cross the street, yet in his panic he overlooks the missing manhole cover and falls deep

Again CG wakes up in a new environment. This time it appears to be a very stressy place. People are running around like maniacs and are yelling at each other. At first CG thinks that the Old Ones might be after them, but then he realizes that this weird place is only all too familiar to him.
CG: Hey Greg, how’s the business going?
Greg: Not so good CG, the crisis made our life so much harder, the stocks are behaving like Armageddon broke out.
CG: Not very good this. Do you know anything about this?
Greg: Well, it is rumored that some unknown investor has jeopardized with some of the major companies in the industry and was trying to take it over as a whole. Nobody can confirm that so far but somehow the oscillation is beyond normal arbitrage elimination effects. There a big things at work. And what about you?
CG: I’m supposed to defend my championship title tonight against Dark Horse, but somehow I encounter some very odd things, like speaking bee, wise elephants and being chased by the Old Ones.
Greg: Yeah stuff like this happens at times. Actually the odds for your fight tonight aren’t that bad, but yet the market volatility behaves strangely. Almost as if somebody wants you to be the absolute favorite.
CG: So I should be really concerned. It seems like someone, and I don’t think it is Dark Horse, wants me to lose that fight.
As CG spoke those words, he had the strange feeling of coming a little closer the truth behind this absurd trip he has been on for the whole evening.
Greg: You think someone is manipulating the whole thing? That might explain a lot.
CG: They should be very powerful, at least that what I have heard.
Suddenly Greg becomes very serious, serious in a way CG didn’t know he friend before.
Greg: CG, what do you know? Who told you about it?
Greg grabs CG at his throat, so that he can hardly speak. Stumbling CG tries to make a point.
CG: So…. You are .. one of them?

Greg: You will never know.
Greg takes out a knife which he poses only a few inches from CG’s throat.
Greg: It seems like you know too much already. Maybe it is better if it ends here and you die while still being far from illumination.
CG: Illumination?
As CG spoke out this word a brilliant white light flashes up and the stock exchange and all the people seem to be gone. Again a familiar female voice addresses him.
Voice: You should be more careful on whom to trust.
CG: Who are you?
Voice: A friend an enemy, or both. It is up to you. Follow me.
CG: Where is Greg and all the others?
Voice: They are still in New York, but you aren’t any longer.
CG could again see the beautiful shape of the woman he saw in Arkham.
Voice: CG, You have to know one thing, you have no future in UCW anymore. Since you disclosed to much information that a person you considered a friend, they will know that you know far too much already.
CG: I know absolutely nothing.
Voice: Sometimes even that could be too much. You have to leave UCW or they will get you. But now follow me.
Again CG feels very sleepy and his eyes close immediately after she had finished her sentence.

CG rises and finds himself at the city center of an old European city. He recognizes it immediately. Prague!!! Many years ago he spend some time in this weird place. Thinking about all the stuff that has happened to him this night he slanders through the small alleys of this beautiful city. A group of young drunk students comes along sing and clapping on their shoulders: poé a tua pila no meu ombro, e poé a tua pila no meu ombro, e poé a tua pila, e poé tua pila, e poé a tua pila no meu ombro!!! Pose ta bite sur mon epaule, et pose ta bite sure mon epaule, et pose ta bite, et pose ta bite, et pose ta bite sur mon epaule.

CG: Victor, Nico, Duque hey!!!!!!!!!!!

Victory: Look out it is CG.

James: Hey man, you wanna take a drink at PoPo.

CG: Yeah, guys I think I can take one.

Still chanting CG joins them and they continue their journey to PoPo Café. They arrive there and a round of B52s is order, lit and consumed in the way they are supposed to.
CG: This evening has been so odd so far, I’m really happy to be with you guys right now.
Victor: Well, our evening was only average, but I think I am pretty drunk now, so…
Romain: Oh, amazing evening this, you cannot imagine, I think we destroyed ourselves very good tonight.
James: Considering “They” are after you CG, you should enjoy this evening and don’t try to make it to the fight tonight.
CG is shocked by this comment.
CG: How the hell do you know about that.
Ben: The bar we have been in earlier was broadcasting UCW, so we know your journey so far.
CG: What?
CG takes a look around and although he knows PoPo pretty well, he see the projector for the first time. Suddenly a barman give an order to start it.To CG’s big surprise it shows CG sitting at the bar with some guys drinking beers and watch a projector that shows CG sitting at a bar with some guys drinking beers and watch a projector…etc..etc…
CG: That is almost absurd. Actually it is more than absurd, this is just sick. By the way isn’t that physically impossible. It can’t be early evening in Prague and in the US at the same time. And anyway where is the camera filming me. This can’t possibly work out with the laws of Physics. A random person stepping by turn to CG and talk.
Person: It is possible, you know the EPR effect?
CG: Einstein-Podolsky-Rose and the Quantum entanglement? Yeah of course, but only works in mircophysics, doesn’t it?
James: That’s what she said.
Person: But James you know the goddess likes to confuse people in order to lead them to deeper insights. As you see it also works with macroscopic objects like CG.
CG: I really think I need another drink.
James: Maybe you should have more of the absinthe you bought at the casino.
CG: True, the can is till almost full.
He takes out the can and commits himself to inspect it a little bit closer. After a s short while he find a little label on it saying: “Distilled and bottled by LDD”.
CG: What is “LDD”?
Person: If you find that out, your initiation is completed, but as of now, kill that can.
CG: I think you are right, without alcohol I could not bear all this stuff any longer.
In a huge sip CG empties the can and immediately falls to the ground.

CG witnesses the by now well know female voice again.
Voice: CG this is not the end but only the beginning. Prepare yourself for the last fight of your old life and get ready for your new life.
CG gains full consciousness again. A short looks around verifies that he is in his locker room again, sitting on his throne. Noone is there.
CG: Maybe I just fell asleep and had a weird dream. I really hope so!
Suddenly there is a knocking on his door, like the one he heard earlier this evening. CG is shocked and fears for even more weird encounters. In total alert he moves over to the door and carefully opens it, already planning a counter attack. As the door is fully open he recognizes one of UCW staff.
Stuffperson: Highness, your fight is in 15 minutes, I was just send to inform his Highness.
Relieved CG responds: You can go now, his Highness appreciates the service. Thank you.
He closes the door again and decides to read a little to calm down a little before he has his big match.
Randomly he picks up the first book he could find. He turns the page and reads out alout: “Property of the Miskatonic University, Arkham. Necronomicon – The book of dead names…

A loud Putain is to be witnessed.