Post by Karver on Dec 21, 2019 4:36:09 GMT -6
PRIME. A collection of independent pro wrestling matches combined into one show, to form the ultimate brand of easy to digest combat sports. It's hard hitting, fun, and something that many call fresh. No other company has anything like it, nor has it seen such competitors like Jordan Sharpe, Faith Rivers, and Dominic Sanders. There are those that become established stars.
Then, there's those who don't make this list of notable names.
Reading, PA
11/20/19
Then, there's those who don't make this list of notable names.
Rafe White, is one of those people. A man proclaiming to the world that his Christian faith powered him, left a very irrelevant mark on the machine that is the EWC. With only two matches under his belt, going 1-1-0, he vanished. With the scares amount of information on him in the first place, being on an independent level hasn't helped much. It's a case even Ace Heart couldn't crack. But there is one man that knows what happened to Rafe between his departure, and return to WrestleFest. He knows the ins and outs of Rafe's mind, and that man, is Rafe himself.
Reading, PA
11/20/19
Off the border of Reading, there lives a tiny neighborhood. Not one like the ones in the city, this is a lavish country town. Farm animals scour among themselves. Townsfolk move around, discussing events only known to their little society. In the middle of it just off the street stands a wooden church. A few school yard kids run in, with their parents following behind in annoyance. Inside, service has begun. The pastor, Mr. Turner, who turns out to be the mayor, speaks on the town's well being, blessing the understudies of God for attending. The rows of seats are filled up, people clapping and hugging and blessing one another. There sits three people however, who sit in silence. A man, a bit built in size, ties his scraggly black hair to look presentable, adjusting his cuff. It's Rafe White, who looks almost unrecognizable. His eyes gaze upon the podium, and his attention is superb. It's cut off, as a gentle hand is placed upon his.
"Are you ok, Rafe?", said the woman to his right. Her short, yet frizzy hair exposed her face to Rafe, which had just a bit of age to it. It was his wife, the mother of his child. Rafe looked only for a moment to her, before staring at the podium.
"No... no, I'm just, reflecting."
She pondered this for a moment, Rafe hadn't taken his eyes off the podium. Next to her was a small child. His blonde hair was messy, and his attention was more so focused on his little stuffed bear. The woman picked him up and put him on her lap. Rafe didn't even look at him, his own son.
"Well... if you're nervous, don't worry. You're a deacon of the church Rafe. They still love you as they did before."
"I wish I could tell myself that Martha... I mean... I'm sorry, you're right."
Rafe sighed, seeming stressed out. His mind was heavy. His wife simply rubbed the upper part of his back, hoping it would help.
"...God is Good, all the time. Now, although I'd love to discuss the further, rambunctious actions of one Jeremy Hopkins, causing more mischief, we have a special guest with us today. Please welcome to us, Deacon Rafe."
The church clapped for Rafe, who stood up slowly. Martha's hand gripped his for a moment, and she gave the nod, letting him know she's behind him. Rafe took a few heavy steps up the podium, shaking the hand of Mr. Turner, before taking his place on the microphone.
"Brothers, Sisters... it's been awhile since I spoke my peace. I appreciate the sentiments, given to me by you. It's humbling... it reminds me that no matter my downfall, the Lord himself will help develop my soul. He has challenged me, yes, yes he has. He put many a-challenges in my path, to see if I was worthy to be a disciple of this church. Although there were many times, where I was about to throw the towel in, he held my arm back, and continued to allow me to serve him in this boxing match against sin. His purpose for I, was to create a vessel that is pure, and righteous. Over the last six months, God has sent his angels to my side, guiding me through life. Weather it was during my brief return as an... athlete... or here, giving me the courage to speak in front of you all today, I'm entirely in his love and care for overcoming the devilishly odds... just as you all did here today."
The crowd claps, a few "Amens!" here and there. Rafe takes a few deep breaths to himself, seeming composed. He would continue on for a mighty 10 minutes. It was perhaps the loudest he'd ever been, and with his powerful words, he confirmed that his people had not forgotten him. Outside, Rafe held his child in his arm. He had grown quite a bit, a toddler now. Martha held Rafe's hand as they walked out.
"Gosh, you really put on a spectacle there. As in, a performance. No, no uh... you did really good, yeah."
Rafe for the first time in forever, cracked a small smile at his wife's fumbling words. The church had let everyone out. The child's toy was in his hands, and he was having the time of his life. All of a sudden, a child ran across the street, bumping into Rafe.
"HEY! EXCUSE YOU!"
The impact was enough to budge Rafe, who held onto his child. However, the teddy bear had fallen on the nasty, dirt surrounded ground. It's beautiful white fur had been covered in it, and the son of Rafe let out a wailing cry. The child in particular that bumped into them, a snot nosed pre-teen, Jeremy Hopkins, simply cackled and ran away.
"That boy's lucky you were holding him! And that he's running now! Otherwise I'd've! Well!... I would've done something!"
She kneeled down to pick up the bear. She'd started dusting it off, but the child was still sobbing.
"Bah-baaaahhhh! Bahhhh-baaaaah!"
Rafe sighed. He'd been stressed out this entire week already.
"Bah-Bah?"
Martha'd struggled to clean off the bear, using her Church dress to wipe it down to no avail as she replied.
"It's the bear's name. Bah-Bah... Bah-Bah's messy right now, Lynn. Do yew wannah cwean hwim wup?"
Lynn looked at the bear, sniffiling his snot and wiping his eyes. He nodded, reaching out and wanting to hug the bear. Rafe kissed the top of his head, and the White family moved on. This had been the life Rafe was missing for so long. The EWC had simply taken it away from him with the schedule. To many, glory is what the sport is about. To others, there's things more important. Rafe had found his home... he'd found his calling, but denounced to him, it was all doomed to change again, soon.