Post by Stace Matthews on Dec 14, 2017 5:10:25 GMT -5
Outside of the Seaside Memorial Funeral Home, vehicles overflowed from the parking lot to line each side of Ocean Drive. He had buried his father and the only mother he had ever known in Seaside Memorial Park, but Johnny Vivacious could have never prepared himself for this obituary.
Too overwhelmed with emotions, Vivacious could not drive his self. His brother-in-law made certain to keep him together and get him to the service on time.
Justin Michaels pulled his 1970 Chevelle SS over in front of Seaside's entrance, behind Lindsay in their Durango Citadel. Both, the driver's and passenger's, doors of the muscle car swung open simultaneously and Vivacious and Michaels rise up out of their seats at the same time. They are both dressed appropriately for the event at hand. No sooner than he was out of Michaels’ passenger seat and the door closed, Vivacious had a smoke. Michaels helped Lindsay get their twins out of the SUV and into a side-by-side stroller.
Wrestlers from as early as he could remember to Brenna Gordon made their way into Seaside. Guys that worked for his father, guys that worked for his father-in-law, guys he had worked with and guys that had worked for his own failed promotions. A number of promoters, including Frostbite himself.
All of Pure Class Wrestling, from the past, the present and even Razor Blade, were there.
Vivacious turned as Michaels whistled and waved him over. The hatch of the Dodge opened and Vivacious pulled a wheelchair from the trunk. He unfolded it and wheeled it to the passenger door where he assisted Weston Wright from the front seat into the wheelchair.
“You have a lot of love here, Son.”
“Thanks, Pops.”
With one exception, he was surrounded by all of the family he had in this world, pushing Wright up the sidewalk while Michaels pushed the twins. No one cried or sobbed he noticed. Even his little sister was more diplomatic than grieving, shaking hands and briefly reminiscing with those they passed as they entered Seaside.
Inside there were so many more people, including his in laws, of course. Ernie Senior opposed Vivacious’ father, promoting across The River when the little Turner girl entered Johnny’s life.
They continued to greet people as the passed the clover fountain, everyone “shared their condolences”.
Matthews.
Entering the chapel, even more people, but none more important to Vivacious than the sweet soul in front of everyone. He parked Wright in the third row of pews and approached her.
Matthews!
Stace turned around and hugged him tight. Vivacious held her for an eternity, just wrapped around her as tightly as he could. As they let go of one another, he noticed that she wasn't shedding tears either.
“I’ll let you say your goodbyes.”
Vivacious lowered his head and placed both hands on the side of the casket. A long, slow, deep breath as he took a step forward closing the arms-length between them. Raising his head he slowly opened his eyes.
MATTHEWS!
With his hands folded on his chest, fingers interlaced, goatee and erratic platinum-blonde spikes, Johnny Vivacious laid at peace.
MISTER MATTHEWS!
Matthews awoke, a nurse on his left holding his hand and a surgeon on his right, in the surgical waiting room of the University of Cincinnati Medical Center.
Stace had been involved in an automobile accident that had taken a life and resulted in a compound fracture of her left tibia.
They explained her surgery was a success.
She is going to be fine.
Too overwhelmed with emotions, Vivacious could not drive his self. His brother-in-law made certain to keep him together and get him to the service on time.
Justin Michaels pulled his 1970 Chevelle SS over in front of Seaside's entrance, behind Lindsay in their Durango Citadel. Both, the driver's and passenger's, doors of the muscle car swung open simultaneously and Vivacious and Michaels rise up out of their seats at the same time. They are both dressed appropriately for the event at hand. No sooner than he was out of Michaels’ passenger seat and the door closed, Vivacious had a smoke. Michaels helped Lindsay get their twins out of the SUV and into a side-by-side stroller.
Wrestlers from as early as he could remember to Brenna Gordon made their way into Seaside. Guys that worked for his father, guys that worked for his father-in-law, guys he had worked with and guys that had worked for his own failed promotions. A number of promoters, including Frostbite himself.
All of Pure Class Wrestling, from the past, the present and even Razor Blade, were there.
Vivacious turned as Michaels whistled and waved him over. The hatch of the Dodge opened and Vivacious pulled a wheelchair from the trunk. He unfolded it and wheeled it to the passenger door where he assisted Weston Wright from the front seat into the wheelchair.
“You have a lot of love here, Son.”
“Thanks, Pops.”
With one exception, he was surrounded by all of the family he had in this world, pushing Wright up the sidewalk while Michaels pushed the twins. No one cried or sobbed he noticed. Even his little sister was more diplomatic than grieving, shaking hands and briefly reminiscing with those they passed as they entered Seaside.
Inside there were so many more people, including his in laws, of course. Ernie Senior opposed Vivacious’ father, promoting across The River when the little Turner girl entered Johnny’s life.
They continued to greet people as the passed the clover fountain, everyone “shared their condolences”.
Matthews.
Entering the chapel, even more people, but none more important to Vivacious than the sweet soul in front of everyone. He parked Wright in the third row of pews and approached her.
Matthews!
Stace turned around and hugged him tight. Vivacious held her for an eternity, just wrapped around her as tightly as he could. As they let go of one another, he noticed that she wasn't shedding tears either.
“I’ll let you say your goodbyes.”
Vivacious lowered his head and placed both hands on the side of the casket. A long, slow, deep breath as he took a step forward closing the arms-length between them. Raising his head he slowly opened his eyes.
MATTHEWS!
With his hands folded on his chest, fingers interlaced, goatee and erratic platinum-blonde spikes, Johnny Vivacious laid at peace.
MISTER MATTHEWS!
Matthews awoke, a nurse on his left holding his hand and a surgeon on his right, in the surgical waiting room of the University of Cincinnati Medical Center.
Stace had been involved in an automobile accident that had taken a life and resulted in a compound fracture of her left tibia.
They explained her surgery was a success.
She is going to be fine.