Post by The Masked Superstar on Jul 21, 2017 0:33:48 GMT -5
Jon Gotch kept a journal from his debut in WFWF to the very day his career ended. Gotch has clipped a few selections out and has kept them in a shoebox that has been uncovered. These are the clippings down below.
January 6th 2016,
The steering wheel slipped from my hands, and veered into the next lane straight in front of a car, I don’t remember the make. Then everything went black and I came to in a heap of car parts and glass, and all I could think of as I was laying there was that I liked the pain, I loved the feeling of being cut up and broken. It was a rush...a rush I’d like to feel again. My memory fades here I don’t remember much.
April 13th 2016,
I was released from the hospital bound to a wheelchair and no place to go I just wheeled myself around aimlessly. I couldn’t go home because my wife kicked me to the curb and threw out all my possessions. My life has changed in a very bad way and I didn’t know how to get out of the hole I dug for myself. I was sitting in a bus stop to stay out of the rain, and I started talking to this old man about 70 years old. He used to be a pro wrestler and recently opened up a school, and I felt the itch. For the first time I felt the itch to get back into the ring and make a comeback. I needed to get better before I even tried getting into a ring.
May 2nd 2016
I got my feeling back in my legs but I still need the wheelchair and I remember the feeling of waking up and wiggling my toes. It gave me a little smile but then it quickly faded and I went back to my self hating old ways. This day was crap I don’t wanna remember it.
June 20th 2016
I got a job cleaning the parking lot at a local strip mall. It didnt pay me much but atleast i’m making cash and soon I’ll have enough to get a crapty place to stay at a Motel. The Old Man that I met at the bus stop called me on my prepaid phone, and talked for an hour about wrestling. I didn’t listen to a ing word, I can’t even stand the thought of wrestling anymore.
September 27th 2016
I called the old man and pondered the idea of coming to a training session and he was very excited. He tried to convince me that this was the way to go, but I felt like I'd fall deeper into a depressive state. Life right now blows. My mom called to tell me my dad was in the hospital and that I should come by and visit, but I feel like I don't want my dad to see me in the shape I'm in. I got fired from that job I got a while back... (scribbles) ing boss was an bunghole, trying to push me around like I'm his little bitch. I didn't take crap and slapped him in the mouth. I look back on it now with only 230.43 in my bank I regret it.
December 25th 2016
I went to a training session that the old man was hosting and the face he made when he seen me walk through the door made me smile. I stayed and watched the young kids wrestle around and spar in grappling. I seen this one kid who couldn't locked up properly and it ticked me off because he didnt get it. The old man told him about five times and the kid would not get it, so I got up and rolled into the ring. I grabbed the kid by the head and threw through the ropes and started yelling at him. I started explaining how to do a lock up properly and demonstrated it on the other guy in the ring and after I locked up with him and pushed him into to the corner and gave him a punch to the mid-section. It felt good locking up again, it made me feel at home.
February 17th 2016
I went back to the gym and started lifting weights again and it feels pretty damn good. I called the old man to check up on training and I decided to take a trip down after chatting for about an hour. Around 6:15 I got to the gym but didn't get out of my car until 7:00. I was just sitting in there contemplating whether or not I should get in there and help train. The old man walked through the door and beckoned me out of the car, but I just stared at him for a good minute before I got out of the car. I walked up to him and told him about my second thoughts, but he patted me on the back and lead me inside the gym. I put my bag down and grabbed my boots, but I stopped once again. Thinking back to the car wreck that changed my life, the crash that gave me a new mindset. I put my boots on and hopped onto the apron, and told the kids to pair up. The trainees actually wrestled really well and I didn't really have to yell at anybody for being a -up. Today was the best day I've had in a long ass time.
March 30th 2017
I traveled to Regina, Saskatchewan to train some people that the old man had contact with, but they had a ring out on the farm that they trained wrestlers in. I arrived at this beautiful home in the middle of the prairies, probably worth about 3 million. A little shack on the back of the property held the ring. I looked around and there was no cars around the property, so I got out and decided to jog a few laps to get ready. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the barbed wire fence to keep the neighbors cattle off the training grounds. An urge pulled me towards the fence, so I ran full head of steam and ran back first into the barbed wire fence. The scream I produced wasn't because it hurt, I screamed because I liked the feeling. It brought me back to the sensation I felt when the glass cut me in my car wreck. I pulled away from the barbed wire and fell forwards to my knees, and then I heard the cars pull up. I got up and greeted them all with blood dripping down my back.
May 12th 2017
I returned to my place to stay in Winnipeg, Manitoba after a five or hour so drive back from Regina. I realized when I sat down on my couch that I love professional wrestling, because I wanted to get up and go and wrestle. I stayed up all night deciding how I'd return to WFWF, and I realized I'd need to return with a ing bang, a big ing bang! I'm going to make my name known and reign hell fire on the world of WFWF. I'm back to my old ways....My sick old ways....