Figueira's last stand

Opened my e-mails today and it's full of messages from Nigerians who want me to help them find a bonafide bank in Brazil for a deposit of 25,000,000 dollars, from which I'd have 25% just for indicating a bank. Another had an attached file. It was from Corporal's Coach Rodrigo, what was no surprise, since they have had my e-mail since they first met me. The subject was no surprise either: Figueira. The file shouldn't be, but it was.

The snapshot of Figueira mounting the Column I saw him take at that very moment on the mat.

Figueira's last stand.

Shivers up and down my spine. The file was huge, 1105x1000. The scene. Figueira's tension upon the Column's back, his usual bloodshot eyes that lent the picture an even fiercer atmosphere, the insane look in his eyes, but also the look of someone who can finally see through the games he himself plays and the games of the others. I archived and wallpapered the file. Could see how mighty Figueira really was and though it was actually his death pictured in the photo it was his only glory too. The greatest and sweetest of all the glories, according to his very own values. I imagine what he'd tell me to do, look at that dramatic scene upon initializing the computer every day and see how fierce he was when all had been said and done. In the very end of everything.

Can't help but thinking he was mightier dead than the Column would be alive. I don't say that because Figueira is dead. I say it because he's alive somewhere in his very own history of wrestling. He was his own hall of fame, in the making of a thousand gods, a sanctuary hidden from those who'll never know about him.


Here comes that sinking feeling

Radio Universal: The Making Of A Thousand Gods.