Decades of blood, sweat and tears. That is what Nathan Gust has shed across the world in everything from a bingo hall to a stadium. Every division comquered. Every championship achieved. What is there left for this man to do in this wild business of professional wrestling?
"Fans Wrestling Federation? Never heard of it."
Sitting in his living room in Ozone Park, he is scrolling on his phone while meaningless commercials appear on the television thanks to Hulu. His wife - legendary performer Sara Pettis - enters the room and sits down on the couch next to him.
"Look at this. A new league started up. Jace Wheeler, Lizardperson, Dick Fury, Lexi Havoc. Looks like a good roster so far."
"I've heard of Dick Fury. The rest... not so much."
"What do you think?"
"This looks promising. They've got a great system so far, with a solid team behind it."
"Are you serious? You're still recovering from a concussion a few weeks ago... you've got this stuff going with Action Wrestling on Monday. Now you want to add more to your plate?"
"I told you I would do this until I can't anymore. I don't know what's going to happen with Action Wrestling. I'm going in as the Trinity Wrestling Pure Champion... for a unification match with their Cruiserweight Championship... but after that... who knows? If I win... I've got dozens of people coming after me for my belt. If I lose... I'm one of dozens of people tryhing to get noticed. FWF though... it's new, it's fresh... I can hit the ground running and be noticed quickly."
"Or you could lose interest in it after a month and stop answering their phone calls."
"Okay, yeah, that could happen... but it won't."
"It's happened countless times. You don't know it won't happen again. I know you... better than anyone. You're impulsive... spontaneous... and sometimes absent minded... but..."
"Thanks for the confidence boost."
"... but you're also hard working, persistent, a locker room leader, a hell of a coach. Any league would be lucky to have you on board. So if FWF will have you... then go for it. Would you be going as yourself... or the dead guy?"
"Just because the concussion knocked me back to myself... doesn't mean I don't feel the same violent urges I did while I was him. That's... an odd way of putting that. I don't mean to say that I was him, or that I am not still him... because I am. Raging Dead is part of me, Sara. Without him... I don't know if I would even be able to keep up in today's wrestling scene. It's a lot different out there, compared to our day. Everyone is doing the Twitter stuff. I'm still trying to figure it all out. Maybe I'm too old for this shit... but I feel like I have so much more to give this business. Maybe FWF is the place where I can have one last good run before I hang the boots up for good. I do know one thing though. If I do this... it has to be as Raging Dead. He is the one with the hunger to compete, the desire to destroy, the motivation to move mountains. He is the one that--"
"You don't have to convince me of what he is or isn't. Save that speech for FWF."
"JESUS SHIT TITS"
- Kentucky Tarzan