Happy Fucking Thanksgiving

Happy Fucking Thanksgiving

Posted on November 25, 2023 at 5:18 pm by John Sektor

It was Thanksgiving and John Sektor sat alone in his bosses study. Outside the sun had set behind the palm trees that lined the long driveway, and it was quiet except for the sound of tree-toads singing to each other. Most Americans were at home by this time talking about how much they liked their family, or how they feared they would explode because of all the pumpkin pie they had eaten. Some would fall asleep on one another; some would argue over who would sleep in which room; others would turn on a football game, or a movie with explosions and car crashes. But Sektor was not most Americans. While those around him were laughing and crying and asleep, he was quietly working his way through a particularly exquisite bottle of single malt scotch.

He tried to pretend that he didn’t care for the holidays and that they were just another day to him. He fought hard put on an exterior reminiscent of Ebenezer Scrooge, but deep down he was lonely. Whilst everyone else was with their families he was sat alone thinking about the family that he drove away from him, namely his only daughter Chloe.

Two weeks had gone by since he thought he had saw her in the crowd when he’d retained his championship against Bobbinette Carey. He searched for her when he wrestled Charles de Lacy, but she was nowhere to be seen. He glanced around the crowd in Nebraska when he requested a gauntlet match at Iconic, but he could not see her face anywhere.

Perhaps he hadn’t seen her at all. Perhaps he was imaging things, like when he had dreamed that she was at the end of his bed telling him what a terrible father he was.

But the idea of her being out there, somewhere, still haunted him. He missed her terribly, and the more he tried to push her out of his mind, the more she seemed to creep in. He took another sip of scotch, savouring the smoky taste as it burned its way down his throat. The warmth of the alcohol spread through his body, making him feel slightly more at ease.

He tried to distract himself by thinking about work, but even that was difficult. The upcoming match with Malakai Delirio was weighing heavily on his mind. Sektor had been training harder than ever, pushing himself to the limit in the gym and in the ring. More to quiet his thoughts than anything else.

As much as he focused on his training, he couldn’t shake the thoughts of Chloe from his mind. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, if she was happy. He thought about all the times he had let her down, all the missed opportunities to be the father she deserved. He couldn’t help but feel that he had failed her, that he had failed as a father.

Sektor took another sip of scotch and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories and the guilt that threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to convince himself that he didn’t need anyone, that he was better off alone. But deep down he knew that was a lie. He needed his daughter, he needed his family.

With the sound of piano music playing in the background, he closed his eyes, sinking back into the plush leather chair. He could feel himself beginning to drift off, the cocktail of whisky and loneliness making him sleeping.

Just then, came a knock at the door.

He eyes opened with a start. “Who’s there?” he asked nervously, believing he was the only person on the premises.

Three more knocks, these ones heavier. Standing up slowly he reached for a letter opener which lay in front of him on the desk. Wielding it in his fist he slowly crept towards the door.

“You deaf? I said – WHO’S THERE?” he yelled, waiting by the door with the letter opener readied for a stabbing motion.

There was no answer, just silence. Sektor’s hand trembled slightly as it reached for the handle of the door. He grabbed hold of it firmly, feeling his heart thumping in his chest as he tightened his grip on his weapon.

With a deep, baited, breath he pulled the door open and raised the letter opener high above his head.

Jesus Chris!” he gasped, planting his hands on his knees as he doubled over, laughing to himself. “Clyde! You gave me a fucking heart attack.”

Clyde, Lee’s Orangutan, stood outside the study with an innocent look on his face, waving his arms from side to side excitedly.

Sektor couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at the primate. Clyde had become his closest companion in recent months, and even though he was an animal, Sektor felt more comfortable around him than he did around most people. He relaxed his grip on the letter opener and leaned against the door frame, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

“You scared the shit out of me, you know that?” he said, still chuckling to himself.

Clyde made a series of grunting noises in response, as if he too found the situation amusing. Sektor shook his head, still laughing, as he gestured for his hairy ginger friend to enter the study, closing the door behind him. He walked back over to the desk and poured himself another glass of scotch, taking a long sip before settling back into the chair. Clyde headed straight for the fruit bowl and proceeded to shove a whole orange into his mouth.

The sound of the piano music filled the room again, and Sektor closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax for the first time in days. He could feel the alcohol taking effect, dulling the pain and loneliness that had been consuming him.

“I envy you, Clyde,” Sektor sighed, swirling the scotch around in the glass. “I wish my life was as simple as yours. No pressure. No expectations. You can just be – well – you.”

Clyde looked up at Sektor with his big, brown eyes and gave a soft grunt, almost as if he understood what Sektor was saying. The orangutan finished his orange and hopped up onto the desk, sitting down next to Sektor. Sektor absentmindedly stroked Clyde’s fur as he gazed out the window at the moonlit palm trees.

For a moment, he forgot about wrestling, forgot about his daughter, forgot about everything except the warmth of the scotch and the furry presence next to him. It was a fleeting moment of peace, but one that he cherished.

“Look at me Clyde,” he continued, sounding pathetic. “I’ve achieved everything I ever wanted to achieve in life. I’ve won countless titles. I’m in the Hall of Fame. I’ve won War Games. Yet, nothing is ever enough.”

Clyde listened intently, as if he understood the turmoil that Sektor was going through. For a moment, the two of them just sat there in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Sektor took another sip of his scotch, feeling the warmth of the liquid spreading through his body.

“I have to set myself seemingly impossible challenges, just to push myself and give myself something new to achieve. Like this Gauntlet match,” he explained, laughing at the craziness of it. “I mean, what does a champion do when he has exhausted everyone in the division? Well, you defend it against as many people as you can in one night,” he continued to laugh.

Sektor found his laughter soon fading out and a look of grief washing over him.

“I miss her, Clyde,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “My daughter. I miss her so damn much.”

Clyde leaned his head against Sektor’s arm, as if to offer comfort. Sektor stroked his fur absentmindedly, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He had always been taught to be strong, to never show weakness, but in that moment, he couldn’t help it. He felt like a failure as a father, and the thought was almost too much to bear.

“I screwed up, Clyde,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “I screwed up so bad.”

Clyde gave a soft grunt, as if to console Sektor. The orangutan had become his closest confidant, the one being he could talk to without judgement.

Sektor wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, feeling a sense of shame for showing so much emotion. He took another sip of scotch, trying to regain his composure. He couldn’t let his guard down like this, not now, not ever. He was a champion, a warrior, and he had to keep fighting, no matter what.

But for that moment, he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of Clyde. He leaned back into the plush leather chair, feeling the warmth of the scotch spreading through his body, and closed his eyes. He felt Clyde’s furry head against his arm, and he smiled. For that moment, everything was okay.

His pride soon came knocking on the inner walls of his mind as he sniffed hard and aggressively rubbed his eyes.

“Ignore me,” he groaned. “It’s just the alcohol turning me into a melodramatic mess.”

He stood up from the desk where Clyde sat looking up at him.

“I need to go take a piss,” he said, pointing a firm finger in Clyde’s direction. “Now you behave yourself whilst I’m gone.”

With that he left the study and moved down the hallway to one of the many bathrooms in the mansion. He unzipped his pants and leaned against the wall, struggling to balance after drinking so much. As he closed his eyes he tried to focus his mind on nothing but the sound of his own steady stream of urine echoing around the bathroom.

Eventually he finished and flushed, moving to the wash basin to freshen up his hands. As he was rinsing off the soap he could feel his pocket vibrating.

He frowned deeply as he rushed to dry his hands, not expecting any phone calls. He wondered who it could be and found himself foolishly wishing that Chloe had decided to reach out to him, on tonight of all nights.

As he retrieved his phone he found himself both disappointed and confused as he saw the name of the caller.

Eve?” he answered, waiting for the voice of his student to respond.

“Hi John,” she said cheerfully. “Happy thanksgiving.”

“–“

John? You there?”

“Eve, why are you calling me? I thought you would be with your family,” he asked.

“I am. We were just all sat around talking about what each of us where thankful for. And, I dunno, I just got the urge to call you,” she explained nervously.

Sektor frowned deeply as he looked at himself holding the phone in the mirror.

Why?”

“Because, when they asked me I told them that I was thankful for you. For everything you’ve done for me. For taking me on as your apprentice? For everything you’ve taught me so far and everything you’re going to teach me.”

Sektor listened quietly, feeling a hard lump in his throat.

“I just wanted you to know that, I guess.”

He wanted to tell her how much that meant to him. How she had no idea just how much he needed to hear that he was appreciated by another human being. How much joy it brought him that someone out there was actually thinking about him on Thanksgiving.

But he didn’t. He didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted you,” she continued nervously.

“You haven’t. But you should go back to your family now,” he croaked.

Oh-ok, well -“

“Good-bye, Eve!”

With that, he hung up and hung his head in shame. He knew that his own stubborness had probably ruined that poor girls evening. But he was hurting in ways that even he didn’t understand and pushing people away was the only thing he knew how to do.

As he looked at himself in the mirror he found himself hating himself. But he knew what his purpose was now. He didn’t know if he would every get the chance to make things right with Chloe. That was out of his hands. What he did know was that he had an opportunity to do great things with Eve and he had opportunities to do great things himself.

The Gauntlet match at Iconic could be yet another sparkling moment in his already glittering career. To get there and to enter as champion he would have to beat yet another unknown entity in the form of Malakai DeLirio. He didn’t know what to expect from this new and mysterious wrestler, but he knew that if his head was straight that he was better. Wallowing in self pity and torturing himself with regrets wouldn’t serve any purpose.

With a deep breath, Sektor straightened his posture and composed himself. He walked back to Lee’s study and opened the door. His eyes bulged in shock at what he saw.

He found Clyde shrieking maniacally and swinging from the chandelier on the ceiling. Confused and bewildered Sektor’s eyes began to quickly study the environment. His heart sank as he realised what had happened.

Large bags of white power had been ripped open and scattered around the office. As he looked up at Clyde he could see that his face was completely white.

Lee’s coke –ffffFFAAAAACK!”

Sektor ripped at his own hair in panic as he watched Lee’s pet Orangutan swinging around the room, jumping all over the place, high as a kite on cocaine.

Sektor knew that he had to act quickly to save Clyde and the rest of the mansion from harm. He took a deep breath and approached the chandelier, trying to calm the agitated animal.

“Clyde, buddy, calm down,” he said softly, trying to reach for the chain. But Clyde continued to swing around, shrieking and screeching in a manic frenzy.

Sektor knew that he couldn’t reach him without risking injury to himself or Clyde. He needed to find a way to calm him down first. He quickly scanned the room for something that could help him. That’s when he saw the bottle of scotch on Lee’s desk.

He grabbed the bottle and poured some onto a rag, hoping that the smell of alcohol would help subdue Clyde. He approached him slowly, holding out the rag.

“Clyde, look at me,” he said calmly, trying to get his attention. Clyde turned to him, still screeching and swinging wildly. Sektor took a deep breath and stepped closer, holding the rag closer to his face.

“Clyde, it’s okay,” he said softly. “Just take a whiff of this. It’ll calm you down.”

Clyde sniffed the rag, and slowly, his eyes began to droop. He stopped screeching and swinging, and Sektor was able to grab onto the chain and bring him back down to the ground.

“Good boy,” Sektor said, patting Clyde’s head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

With that, Clyde knocked Sektor’s hand away. The force from the primate surprised Sektor as he watched him rushing towards the exploded bags of yay-yo.

“Clyde, no! You’ve had enough buddy,” he tried to say in a firm but panicky voice.

He rushed up behind him and tried to pull him away but Clyde swung back a fist and sent Sektor flying across the office.

Sektor hit the ground hard, his head ringing from the impact. He struggled to regain his bearings as he watched Clyde dive into the pile of cocaine, snorting it up with reckless abandon. Sektor knew that he had to put an end to this before things got out of hand. He climbed shakily to his feet and steadied himself against the desk. He could feel the blood pounding in his head as he tried to think of a plan.

He stood in front of Clyde who was beating his chest rhythmically and making deep ‘wooping’ sounds. He eventually let out a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

Ah fuck it!”

With that he dropped to his knee’s and buried his own face in the pile of cocaine, making deep snorting sounds before shooting up his head with wide and manic eyes. He let out a shrieking laugh as his face and moustache were plastered in white powder.

“HAPPY FUCKING THANKSGIVING!”