Post by Eric Extreme on Jul 27, 2007 11:58:59 GMT -5
The flesh on the back of his neck had been split open. That was years ago, but the memory of the day still haunts him. He was competing in the ring like had done more times then he could ever count. Just after capturing the coveted OWF title, Eric would enter the Iron Man tournament. Competing in a series of events to find out who had what it took to be the best. His next opponent, “The Lonegunman” Kevin Burke, a legend in his own time. Something seemed wrong about that night. Everything just seemed to be out of place, whether it was Eric’s tainted memory or if this was the way it went down. All of a sudden, in flash, taking a move he has taken thousands of times before, he falls the wrong way and he can’t move from the neck down. That feeling of helplessness made him feel like a new born looking up at his mother. Stunned by what went down Eric did not know what to do. He tried to look around but he was unable to move.
There are days you will always remember and then there are days you can’t forget. After the accident time seemed to slow down, seconds seemed like hours. The Ambulance ride to the hospital took forever, like driving from coast to coast. He could hear the EMT’s talking to him telling him everything would be all right. That he was in good hands, however he knew that this was a serious injury. He knew that the warm feeling of emptiness might not ever go away. He thought his career was over and was wondering if he would ever be able to walk again. He spent that long car ride reminiscing on all the joys of life. Its funny how sometime it takes losing something to really appreciate what you had. The little things like being able to scratch your head. Eric thought he might never experience something like that again.
Once he entered the hospital he knew that things weren’t good. He was rushed immediately into surgery. The last thing he remember before going under the knife was that infamous bright light that they shine in your eyes. It seemed as though the light was moving closer to him as he slipped into unconsciousness but he knew the light wasn’t moving. The next thing he remembers is hearing the doctor.
“Let’s close him up. We’ve done all we can.” said the voice of the doctor. The voice that haunts Eric till to this very day.
All we can? What did the doctor mean by that? So many questions ran through Eric’s head but due to being heavily sedated he could think it just not speak the words that he wanted to. He would try and all that would happen was saliva would run from his mouth. Would he be able to walk again? Walking is a necessity but that wasn’t Eric’s number one concern. The question the ran through his head over and over again was “Will I be able to wrestle again?” Another important question was would he be able to compete at the level that he had just obtained. So many wrestlers would have injuries and then return and be a shell of their former self. He was on top of the world and now that all might have been taken away from him. Who was to blame for all this? Was it him? He sure didn’t think so. Was it the OWF? They were just the company he performed for. Then who was it then? The Lonegunman. The man that Eric had wrestled that evening. Eric vowed that day that he would get his revenge. Eye for an eye. He will strike back.
After that night Eric became obsessed with the Lonegunman. While in rehab the thing that pushed him was he saw Kevin Burke at the end of the line. He had to learn to walk not for himself but to accomplish his mission. He knew he needed to get all his strength back. In fact, he knew he now has to become stronger and faster in order to compensate for the bull's eye on the back of his neck. He knew that with the style of wrestling that he did he would need to be at his best and beyond.
Since rehab Eric has only made a few appearances in the wrestling world. His quest had changed. He no longer wanted the title. That had become irrelevant. Revenge was what he wanted. BLOOD. So for years, Eric has tried and track down the untraceable Kevin Burke. Growing stronger as the days go by and his passion for violent was now focused on one person.
However with any obsession comes its consequences. Eric had used his neck injury as an acquiesce not to wrestle and to hunt down the Gunman. However it was addiction that has kept Eric out of the ring for so long. An addiction to pain pills. So high he could barely do what he fought so hard to get back, walk. He would take as many as he could get. Eric had several crocked doctors that would give him prescriptions for anything that he wanted. For years he had been abusing his body with pain killers. But the problem was that the pain killers were just numbing the pain they were not getting rid of it.
After a while Eric was so numbed up on pain pills his didn’t even know where his was. That was when he received a letter in the mail. Normally the only mail Eric would receive would be bill collector trying to track down some money. Not this letter though, it read, To Eric Extreme From The Offices of the OWF. Eric was thinking it might be some kind of compensation check for all the pain he had been through. However after he opened it he saw that it was nothing of the sort. It was a contract. A contract that would allow him to compete again in the OWF. A dream that Eric had forgotten. Now whether it was the pain pills or Eric’s desire to compete again doesn’t matter, He decide that for now he would wait on his last quest and proceed to make an impact in the OWF. He would come across the Gunman at some point. So he signed the contract and mailed it back to the office.
Will this second chance at a dream make Eric want to quit his drug addiction or will the pressures of being at his old stomping grounds be too much for this Extreme legend to handle. Only time will tell.
There are days you will always remember and then there are days you can’t forget. After the accident time seemed to slow down, seconds seemed like hours. The Ambulance ride to the hospital took forever, like driving from coast to coast. He could hear the EMT’s talking to him telling him everything would be all right. That he was in good hands, however he knew that this was a serious injury. He knew that the warm feeling of emptiness might not ever go away. He thought his career was over and was wondering if he would ever be able to walk again. He spent that long car ride reminiscing on all the joys of life. Its funny how sometime it takes losing something to really appreciate what you had. The little things like being able to scratch your head. Eric thought he might never experience something like that again.
Once he entered the hospital he knew that things weren’t good. He was rushed immediately into surgery. The last thing he remember before going under the knife was that infamous bright light that they shine in your eyes. It seemed as though the light was moving closer to him as he slipped into unconsciousness but he knew the light wasn’t moving. The next thing he remembers is hearing the doctor.
“Let’s close him up. We’ve done all we can.” said the voice of the doctor. The voice that haunts Eric till to this very day.
All we can? What did the doctor mean by that? So many questions ran through Eric’s head but due to being heavily sedated he could think it just not speak the words that he wanted to. He would try and all that would happen was saliva would run from his mouth. Would he be able to walk again? Walking is a necessity but that wasn’t Eric’s number one concern. The question the ran through his head over and over again was “Will I be able to wrestle again?” Another important question was would he be able to compete at the level that he had just obtained. So many wrestlers would have injuries and then return and be a shell of their former self. He was on top of the world and now that all might have been taken away from him. Who was to blame for all this? Was it him? He sure didn’t think so. Was it the OWF? They were just the company he performed for. Then who was it then? The Lonegunman. The man that Eric had wrestled that evening. Eric vowed that day that he would get his revenge. Eye for an eye. He will strike back.
After that night Eric became obsessed with the Lonegunman. While in rehab the thing that pushed him was he saw Kevin Burke at the end of the line. He had to learn to walk not for himself but to accomplish his mission. He knew he needed to get all his strength back. In fact, he knew he now has to become stronger and faster in order to compensate for the bull's eye on the back of his neck. He knew that with the style of wrestling that he did he would need to be at his best and beyond.
Since rehab Eric has only made a few appearances in the wrestling world. His quest had changed. He no longer wanted the title. That had become irrelevant. Revenge was what he wanted. BLOOD. So for years, Eric has tried and track down the untraceable Kevin Burke. Growing stronger as the days go by and his passion for violent was now focused on one person.
However with any obsession comes its consequences. Eric had used his neck injury as an acquiesce not to wrestle and to hunt down the Gunman. However it was addiction that has kept Eric out of the ring for so long. An addiction to pain pills. So high he could barely do what he fought so hard to get back, walk. He would take as many as he could get. Eric had several crocked doctors that would give him prescriptions for anything that he wanted. For years he had been abusing his body with pain killers. But the problem was that the pain killers were just numbing the pain they were not getting rid of it.
After a while Eric was so numbed up on pain pills his didn’t even know where his was. That was when he received a letter in the mail. Normally the only mail Eric would receive would be bill collector trying to track down some money. Not this letter though, it read, To Eric Extreme From The Offices of the OWF. Eric was thinking it might be some kind of compensation check for all the pain he had been through. However after he opened it he saw that it was nothing of the sort. It was a contract. A contract that would allow him to compete again in the OWF. A dream that Eric had forgotten. Now whether it was the pain pills or Eric’s desire to compete again doesn’t matter, He decide that for now he would wait on his last quest and proceed to make an impact in the OWF. He would come across the Gunman at some point. So he signed the contract and mailed it back to the office.
Will this second chance at a dream make Eric want to quit his drug addiction or will the pressures of being at his old stomping grounds be too much for this Extreme legend to handle. Only time will tell.
