Eli Goode Vs. Alex Winter

It had been a week now since the devastating murder of Alex Winter’s sister Jessica Winter, and her girlfriend Monica Williams. A sixteen year old Alex had to witness his sister die in his arms. That’s not easy for anyone to have to deal with, so a young lad whose parents were hardly around, it was a lot harder on him. At a time like this, all Alex needed was the love of his parents. Love to them though, was giving him a credit card and letting him get whatever he wanted. He just wanted a hug right now, but his parents weren’t like that, even though their daughter had just died. Instead they had decided to do what they always did, their own thing.



Alex Winter was sat on the edge of his emperor sized bed. His bedroom is bigger than a tennis court. Well probably an exaggeration, but you get the point that his bedroom is massive. He had a framed picture of his sister in his hands, he was clearly feeling mentally destroyed, as he bleeds the salt of his soul as it pours from his eyes. The grip on the framed picture of his sister was extremely tight, tight enough that the glass breaks, cutting his finger open. He just sits there, looking at the blood drip from his finger, the pain numbed by the emotions he was feeling.



Eventually he gets to his feet, feeling a little faint from the blood loss. He looks onto the floor and sees the small puddle of blood. Alex falls to his knees having a flashback to him holding his sister in his arms.



“I… I… Love you.” Jessica says before she took her last breath.



“Jess, no… Please, don’t leave me alone.” Alex shouted, snapping back to reality.



Alex was now extremely distraught as the tears became heavier than before. The tears spilt over and flowed down his face like a river escaping a dam. He was clearly not in a good place right now as he manages to get to his feet once again. The blood was still dripping from his finger as he headed out of the room. Walking along the huge landing passing a couple of doors, Alex finally walks into the bathroom. He turns on the cold tap of the basin, as he looks into the mirror. It wasn’t a pretty site that was looking back at him in the mirror, but no one would look pretty in this state.



“HOLY FUCK BALLS!!!” He said as he placed his finger under the cold water.



Looking down into the wash basin, all he could see was the red thick blood swirling around before running down the sinkhole. Once he’d cleaned the cut and dried it, he grabbed a medical kit from the bathroom cabinet. Looking through it, he pulls out several different things before getting the plasters he needed. Once Alex had put a plaster on the cut on his middle finger on his left hand. He then put everything back in the medical kit before placing it back into the bathroom cabinet.



“Is this what it really has come down to?” He asks himself as he looks into the mirror.



Letting out a sigh, he places his right hand under the cold tap that was still running and splashes the water on his face. It was as if he was trying to cleanse himself as he wiped the tears away. Once he’d washed the visible emotions from his face, he turned the cold tap off, once again looking at himself in the mirror. What he saw looking back at him was someone with broken emotions. This wasn’t the true Alex Winter, the Alex Winter his sister loved, the Alex Winter who was always the life and soul of the party.



“You got this Alex!” He rubbed his eyes frantically not believing what he saw in the mirror.



Standing there in the mirror to his left was his sister Jessica. It was her voice he’d just heard. He finally notices that once the blurred vision from rubbing his eyes had gone, and he had focused on the mirror.



“Jessica.” Alex said a little startled and worried he was going mad.



“Ssh!” Jessica replied in a soft and sincere tone. “I don’t want you to walk around upset and emotional. I want you to go out there and be Alex Winter, you got your whole life ahead of you. Go and live it, go out there and do what you got to do.”



It’s just then that he feels the warmth as if someone is hugging him. Alex smiles, this is just what he needed, to be held. He knew that Jessica was dead but she would always be inside his heart and mind.



“Thank you Jess. I promise that whatever I do, I’ll do it my way. I love…” Just as he was about to say that he was interrupted.



    BANG! BANG! BANG!



“What are you doing in my bathroom?” The deep voice of a man asks.



Alex heads out of the bathroom to be greeted by an angry looking man. Glancing over his shoulder back into the bathroom, Alex made sure everything was as it was when he went in.



“I was in a rush to clean the cut on my finger dad.” The tone of Alex and body language showed he was weary of his dad.



“You need to sort out your sister's funeral since the parents of her... Well, um, her… Well you know.” Alex’s dad even now wasn’t fond of saying it.



“Jessica’s girlfriend Monica. Jessica was a lesbian dad. I don’t know why you can’t accept it.” Alex’s tone was now showing he was annoyed with his dad.



“Shut your dirty mouth right now boy, do you hear me?” His dad steps forward as Alex backs away.



“NO! How about you shut your homophobic mouth. Jessica is your daughter and she was who she was. Wasn’t it enough for her getting attacked and abused by others for who she was? You never accepted her, you call yourself her father, more like a piece of shit like the others who couldn’t accept her.” The nostrils of Alex flare as he stares at his dad enraged at him.



Without warning, Alex’s dad throws a punch at him, only for Alex to move to the side so his dad connects with the wall. Looking at him still angry, Alex just shakes his head, very disappointed in his dad.



“I’m not going to fight you, but I’m damn well not going to let you hit me either. I promise you now, one more bad word about Jessica and Monica. I’ll not only fight you, but I will end you. Look around you, everything you have, it’ll be gone, of that I promise you.” Alex was extremely angry and wasn’t going to stand for it.



“You won’t do that! You’ll have nothing!” His dad retorts back holding his fist in pain.



“I’ll be able to survive. Where as you, you’ll be destroyed, broken and no more… So try me!” Alex was full of hatred for his dad.



“Whatever! Just talk to the parents and sort out Jessica’s funeral, I have business to attend to.” With that Alex’s dad storms into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.



As he walked back to his room, Alex mouthed the word ‘Asshole’ at his dad. Alex was just glad that punch didn’t connect and more. Time and time again his dad had got away with it. Jess wasn't here to stop Alex doing something about it now, and as Alex promised earlier, whatever he did, he’d do it his way.








The Carnage Arena was silent and empty, well not totally empty. “The Wild Card” Alex Winter was in the ring. He was sitting on top of one of the turnbuckles and was faced so he was looking up the ramp. Alex was wearing the most up to date Jordan sneakers, along with his Los Angeles Lakers basketball shorts and vest. He looked more like he was a basketball player than a wrestler, either way he would’ve said he was the best.



“As you can see, I’m here in The Carnage Arena. I needed somewhere to go that I felt comfortable and at home. The most comfortable I feel is being inside a wrestling ring. I’ve had Titles and from what I’ve seen, so has Eli Goode. There is one difference though, the difference being they were when I wasn’t here. Now that I’m here, you are as likely to win a Title as you are likely to win a match. Even my good pal Johnny Vegas would get a win in his column against you Eli.”



Alex shakes his head before jumping down from the turnbuckle and just standing there with his back leaning against it.



“Standing here in the ring, I’m looking up that ramp and knowing that it doesn’t matter who walks down there, I am better, I am the next big thing here in Carnage and I will get what I want, one way or another. Eli you may well have been Rookie of the Year in two thousand and eighteen, but what have you done since then?”



Pausing for a moment, it was as if Alex was waiting for a response.



“It doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done since then. You could be Carnage Tag Team Champion, Baltimore City Champion, Ultraviolent Champion or even World Champion.



    Wait!!!



Let’s stop right there for a moment. Carnage World Champion. That’s almost funny thinking you are good enough to be World Champion. It’s just as shocking that you managed to win the other Titles to be honest. I’m guessing everyone else had the night off when that happened so you won by default right?”



Now starting to walk around the ring, Alex looks around the empty Carnage Arena and chuckles to himself.



“Looking around this empty Arena was probably pretty much how it was when you actually won the titles you did. I see that you held each Title once, well except the World Champion Title obviously. Guessing that was six nights off for everyone else when that happened. You don’t seem all that intelligent, so that works out for each time you won them and lost them.



Eli, it doesn’t matter what you do or try. All the time I am here in Carnage Wrestling, you won’t ever be the top guy. I’m better than you, and anyone else here in Carnage Wrestling. I already know you are going to say ‘Well you lost in your debut.’ You’d be right to say that, but I only lost because of Steve Matthews.



IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT!!!”



Having to calm down for a moment, Alex stops walking around the ring and ends up rolling out of the ring. He heads over and sits in Johnny Vegas’ chair and puts his feet up on the table.



“Just had to make myself comfortable, after all I’m going to be here in Carnage Wrestling for a long time. It doesn’t matter who I have to go through, but one day I will be a Champion here in Carnage. Unlike yourself, the Arena will be full and everyone will turn up to see me topple the so called Champion. I’m the greatest thing ever to step foot here in Carnage, whether that be the past, present or future. Also shout out to the man himself Johnny Vegas for having a comfy as hell chair.



Anyway, back to business. The business of me being the greatest of all time. It’s clear to see that a lot of people hate me here in Carnage and even out of it to be honest, but that doesn’t matter at all. Whether someone likes me or not, I am going to do what I want and get what I want, sacrificing anyone I have to along the way. Whatever I do, I do for me and will always have my reasons for it.



Something else I’ve noticed too is how damn short you are. It’s as if you are Carnage Wrestling’s Leprechaun. Maybe you can use the luck of the Leprechaun and fuck off back to the end of the rainbow. Well if you are lucky enough to leave the Carnage Arena on your own free will by the time I’m done.”



Running his hand through his hair, Alex felt good right now. He was oozing with confidence and there was nothing that would stop that.



“So yeah, let's get back to the fact that you are a short piece of shit. It’s kind of funny, that you think you’ll be able to hit the Goode Bye on anyone other than another Leprechaun. Maybe I should invest in Leprechaun Wrestling, I may even feel sorry for you and make you Leprechaun Champion of the Rainbow World. I can just see it now, Eli Goode is LCRW Champion. Even have Leprechaun Wrestling sponsored by Lucky Charms. It’s the only way you’ll ever hold a Title again, so feel free to get in touch once you’ve recovered from the beating I give you.



So until our match, Goode Bye and Good Night.”