Post by Sara Pettis on Sept 16, 2019 22:53:26 GMT -5
H U N G E R
It has been just over two years since he awoke, unfamiliar with his surroundings, lying next to a woman who was unrecognizable. In a panic, he fell out of bed and came crashing down on the hard wood floor. That startled the unknown woman in the unknown bed. She was quick to his aid, and was almost comfortable with his discomfort.
"It's okay. You're okay. Sit up. Please, honey."
She helped him to a seated position, and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
"It's just another episode. Everything will be okay."
He did not understand what was happening, which seemed normal to her.
"Who... uh... what.. uh... where..."
"Oh no. You don't... know... me?"
"I don't know... anything... except hunger."
He kept a close eye on her neck, as if being taunted by the lifeblood flowing in her veins. Starting to feel the tension, she backed up and reached for the phone.
"I'm going to call for help. Just try to relax."
She dialed a number and held the phone up. She spoke as she paced around the bedroom.
"Hi, hello. My name is Sara Pettis. I'm calling about my husband, Nathan Gust. He just woke up and doesn't remember anything. … Uh huh. … He suffers from WMD. … 42 years old. … He was diagnosed years ago. … Yes, he has good days and bad and this... this is..."
When she turned around, he was gone. She went to the open window and looked down from the second story.
"Oh my God! He jumped from the second story! I think he's dead!"
She rushed out of the room, down to the first floor of the house and out into the yard. It was there that she saw... nothing. He was nowhere to be found.
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They tell me I'm a bonafide wrestling legend. They tell me that I started wrestling at the age of 16, which... according to them... was 1991. They are... allegedly... my wife and her brothers. It's been over two years since I woke up in that strange bed... next to that... woman. I don't remember a damn thing before that night. Once the police caught up with me... and I spent the night in jail for "my own good" as they said... a whole group of 'em had me set up in a room where they all sat in a circle and explained who I was... what was wrong with me.
Not a damn thing was wrong with me... except... I was insatiably hungry. Well, that... and I haven't slept since that night I woke up next to... her. She said her name was Sara. She said we had known each other basically all of our lives. She told me all about our history in and out of the wrestling business, how her dad and uncle were old colleagues of mine. She introduced me to a girl who I guess was my daughter... but... none of it was familiar.
They explained to me about the grey matter in my brain was all messed up, that is was all white. They showed me scans... and explained symptoms. None of it made a damn bit of sense. All I knew to be true... was hunger. I looked around the room at them all... and all I felt... was hunger. Then one of them made the mistake of putting their hand on my shoulder... and I just... snapped. In one motion I flung the guy... whoever it was... over my shoulder and onto the ground. I instinctually locked on some kind of an armbar until I heard a... pop.
That's when two others restrained me and somebody injected me with a... sedative, I guess. I don't know what it was, or what it's intended purpose was... but I remained awake... alert... hungry. There I was, on the floor, surrounded by supposed loved ones... and then I started to get up. The same two men came at me... and I headbutted one in the nose, instantly breaking it. The other caught a spinning back elbow to the neck. I could see the fear in everyone's eyes... and it brought slight joy to what I assumed at that time was my cold, dead heart.
That was two years ago... and this is now. I won't bore you with the in between stuff just yet. This was just a preview of what's to come, Trinity Wrestling. You see... I've been awake now for over two years... and I have finally found my way back to professional wrestling. This is the only thing that feels right to me... and that's very bad news for all of you.
Having no personal attachment to the life before death... I have chosen to call myself The Raging Dead. I don't just rage once in a while. I don't just rage when it's convenient or necessary. I rage twenty five hours a day... eight days a week...
That's right, Trinity Wrestling.
I Rage 25/8.
It has been just over two years since he awoke, unfamiliar with his surroundings, lying next to a woman who was unrecognizable. In a panic, he fell out of bed and came crashing down on the hard wood floor. That startled the unknown woman in the unknown bed. She was quick to his aid, and was almost comfortable with his discomfort.
"It's okay. You're okay. Sit up. Please, honey."
She helped him to a seated position, and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
"It's just another episode. Everything will be okay."
He did not understand what was happening, which seemed normal to her.
"Who... uh... what.. uh... where..."
"Oh no. You don't... know... me?"
"I don't know... anything... except hunger."
He kept a close eye on her neck, as if being taunted by the lifeblood flowing in her veins. Starting to feel the tension, she backed up and reached for the phone.
"I'm going to call for help. Just try to relax."
She dialed a number and held the phone up. She spoke as she paced around the bedroom.
"Hi, hello. My name is Sara Pettis. I'm calling about my husband, Nathan Gust. He just woke up and doesn't remember anything. … Uh huh. … He suffers from WMD. … 42 years old. … He was diagnosed years ago. … Yes, he has good days and bad and this... this is..."
When she turned around, he was gone. She went to the open window and looked down from the second story.
"Oh my God! He jumped from the second story! I think he's dead!"
She rushed out of the room, down to the first floor of the house and out into the yard. It was there that she saw... nothing. He was nowhere to be found.
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They tell me I'm a bonafide wrestling legend. They tell me that I started wrestling at the age of 16, which... according to them... was 1991. They are... allegedly... my wife and her brothers. It's been over two years since I woke up in that strange bed... next to that... woman. I don't remember a damn thing before that night. Once the police caught up with me... and I spent the night in jail for "my own good" as they said... a whole group of 'em had me set up in a room where they all sat in a circle and explained who I was... what was wrong with me.
Not a damn thing was wrong with me... except... I was insatiably hungry. Well, that... and I haven't slept since that night I woke up next to... her. She said her name was Sara. She said we had known each other basically all of our lives. She told me all about our history in and out of the wrestling business, how her dad and uncle were old colleagues of mine. She introduced me to a girl who I guess was my daughter... but... none of it was familiar.
They explained to me about the grey matter in my brain was all messed up, that is was all white. They showed me scans... and explained symptoms. None of it made a damn bit of sense. All I knew to be true... was hunger. I looked around the room at them all... and all I felt... was hunger. Then one of them made the mistake of putting their hand on my shoulder... and I just... snapped. In one motion I flung the guy... whoever it was... over my shoulder and onto the ground. I instinctually locked on some kind of an armbar until I heard a... pop.
That's when two others restrained me and somebody injected me with a... sedative, I guess. I don't know what it was, or what it's intended purpose was... but I remained awake... alert... hungry. There I was, on the floor, surrounded by supposed loved ones... and then I started to get up. The same two men came at me... and I headbutted one in the nose, instantly breaking it. The other caught a spinning back elbow to the neck. I could see the fear in everyone's eyes... and it brought slight joy to what I assumed at that time was my cold, dead heart.
That was two years ago... and this is now. I won't bore you with the in between stuff just yet. This was just a preview of what's to come, Trinity Wrestling. You see... I've been awake now for over two years... and I have finally found my way back to professional wrestling. This is the only thing that feels right to me... and that's very bad news for all of you.
Having no personal attachment to the life before death... I have chosen to call myself The Raging Dead. I don't just rage once in a while. I don't just rage when it's convenient or necessary. I rage twenty five hours a day... eight days a week...
That's right, Trinity Wrestling.
I Rage 25/8.