the Lost Gospel Chapter 1 (forgot my backstage PW)

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At the age of 14, I plead guilty to 2nd degree murder. In the state of California, at the age of 12, a child can be tried as an adult. Because I plead guilty, the courts gave me leniency and I was put away until I was 18. They did not prosecute as an adult, but they did put me in a juvenile corrections facility with other teenagers who were convicted of violent crimes. It’s in these 4 years that I became a man. Where I saw things and experienced things that no teenager should experience. I can hear them, crying for help in the night. I can see them sobbing and whimpering in the corner of their cells. I would have been victim to these heinous acts, had they not heard about the reason I’d been put in rehabilitation in the first place. They thought I was crazy because I talked to myself. They left me alone. But I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t talking to myself.

At the age of 18, I was released from the juvenile center with no one to turn to and nowhere to go. Father Dennis would not take me back. So I enlisted in the Army. It was there as a young recruit that I met another young soldier by the name of Private Kinder. Luke Kinder. It was because of Luke Kinder that I got into the wrestling business. Before signing up for the Army, Kinder took part in local wrestling shows in his area. Kinder was the son of a drill sargeant who made his home in Fort Knox, so he knew the area well. Kinder would wrestle for the sheer enjoyment of beating someone up, and with the extra money he would use on prostitutes and liquor. I joined him on one occassion, we snuck out right after Lights-Out at 2100 hours. Kinder was scheduled to wrestle a guy but the guy managing the show, wanted to make it a tag match. Kinder needed a tag partner, and I was it. We made $200 for that night. Kinder spent his half of the money at the local bar, I kept mine rolled up in a box.

But one night, we got back and I could sense something not right. The lights were on in the barracks. When we got inside, all the recruits were standing at the foot of their beds. Drill Sargeant Kinder, and two of his officers were there to greet us. Knowing the impact it would have on private Kinder’s future, I took the blame. I told them it was I who ran off in the middle of the night, and Private Kinder went off to bring me back. I got myself in a bad situation got into an altercation at the bar and Private Kinder went to help me. The Private Kinder got no mercy from his father, he was put on latrine duty for the duration of the training and would be discharged with one more infraction. I on the other hand was discharged with (ELS) entry level separation.

With the money I’d saved up from the wrestling, I got a room at a run down motel and earned 200 a week working shows at the local wrestling promotion TWP (Tennessee wrestling promotion. 5 months after my discharge from Boot camp and 3 months away from my 19th birthday, I became that federation’s champion. It was also around this time that I met a man by the name of Wesley Sanders. We formed an alliance and shortly after we left TWP and signed on to a promotion up north. VXWF (Virtual Xtreme Wrestling Federation), which later changed it’s name to IEW (International Extreme Wrestling


All of these memories seem so clear to me now, but it was only a moth ago that I was a man with no name. That’s what the Organization had hoped for. For me to disappear from the face of this earth, only they wanted me to be dead. You’ve probably seen events on the news, Plane crashes and car accidents that seem a little too sketchy. Or disappearances and murders of people that have gone unsolved. 4 years ago I was on a plane that crashed. 4 people were reported dead on the plane. One of them the pilot, 2 of them FBI agents, and the other one was Cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church, being extradited back to the United States for child molestation. But there were not 4 men on that plane, there were 5. I was the 5th man on that plan. My job was to make sure that the Cardinal did not make it alive to stand trial. I infiltrated the FBI. The Organization had men set up all over the place, and they made sure I was where they wanted me to be. But something went wrong, the Pilot, like me, was not who he was supposed to be. He was also sent by the Organization to make sure I followed through with the plans. But things went awry and the FBI agents, who may or may not have been FBI agents shot the pilot, then with the Cardinal, they jumped out of the plane. But their parachutes didn’t open. Someone made sure that their parachutes didn’t open. But my parachute opened, someone made sure my parachute opened. In the news, it was reported that 4 men died in that plane crash. The Cardinal died before going on trial and implicating himself and other leaders of the Catholic Church of child molestation. Why did the Organization set me up to die? Why was the matter covered up and my identity never revealed as the 5th man on the plane?

So tonight, I write this as some sort of journal. Some sort of thing that if anything were to happen again, if I were to lose my memory again, that my story would not be forgotten. People bring up the word Destiny and proclaim their right to certain things. This Friday there will be a match with the winner being declared the Destiny Champion. 4 young men who are destined for greatness will step in that ring, and only one man will fulfill his destiny and walk out the champion. But unlike these 3 other men, I’ve seen it all in this business, I’ve seen it all in this life. I no longer wrestler for titles and money, I wrestle for the sake of keeping my sanity. I wrestle because it’s the only I know.

Tonight I sit here on this pew, in a church where 14 years ago, I was taken away and sent into rehabilitation. 14 years ago, I made a decision to save another person’s life by sacrificing mine. Jason Chase, gets up and begins to walk out of the church. As I bow my head in prayer I can sense someone emerging from the corner of the room. The crank and creaking of the wooden floor get louder and louder as the footsteps inch closer towards me. The man sits down beside me and says softly. “What is it that you wish to confess to me child?”

'"Bless me Father for I have sinned."

He gently grabs my hand into his and says in a frail voice.

"And I have too my son, for I let an innocent young man be punished for a crime he didn't commit."


(read Jason Chase's rp in OWF for the backstory)