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Shine A Light – A Short Story – Part 1

As he stood on the edge of the beach, watching the sunset as the cool, gentle breeze caressing his skin as the gentle ripples danced in the water. He reflected back onto his life as if he was watching old family movies on an aged VHS player.

He slowly inhales on a cigarette as he stares at the white filter, burning away slowly. Shaking his head as he drops it between his fingers, crushing and extinguishing the smoke with his sandals. He slowly sits down on the warm, coarse sand as he sinks his toes into the shifted earth. Staring at the sun as it lowers beyond the clouds, he cries knowing that there were only a handful amount of sunsets he is able to watch, he knows his time on earth is coming to an end, he knows he is dying.


Greg was like any other common man, short, stocky, fatish with a thinly combed mustache over his upper lip, bottle size glasses and a receding hairline. Married to a women who took him for granted and worked 9 to 5 for a company that didn’t appreciate his time and effort, in a little cubicle that was smaller than others around him. Working for a man who belittles his employees and makes obnoxious jokes. Everything was normal until earlier on that week when his doctor asked him to come and visit him.

“Thanks for coming in, I have the results back from your latest blood test” the doctor proclaimed in a monotone voice. Greg sat quietly and nervous, as he sat there patiently waiting for the results, nervously tapping his fingers on his lap.

“I’m sorry sir, but you have inoperable cancer” the doctor went into details but nothing was heard by Greg, as if time itself stood still, Greg sat there in silence. A blank stare fell on his face as he reflected on the news he had just heard. His wife began sobbing uncontrollably as Greg quickly shifted his gaze onto her. He quickly remembered that over the course of 6 months ago, he found her in the arms of another man and quickly remembered her excuse of how she didn’t remember how it happened. Staring at her as her mascara runs, she grabs his hand and the reflection of her wedding band glared in his eyes as he sat there in silence, still reflecting on the news.

“Greg?, Greg!” she said sternly as Greg slowly comes back to reality and looks at his Doctor and says “I have to go!” Greg rushes out of the office, down the corridor and out to the parking lot and made his way to his car. He sat in the warm, sun-soaked car as he fumbles with the AC. “Piece of shit!” He exclaims as he pounds his fist on the dashboard and lays his head on the steering wheel. He stares at his feet, noticing one of his shoe laces had snapped off and broke.

His wife quickly enters the vehicle and consoles him with open arms and hugs, he doesn’t feel anything. He shifts his eyes towards her and broodingly shakes his head as he puts the car into drive and heads his way back home in silence.


As he sits down in his favorite chair, kicks his feet up, his wife walks into the room. “Do you have anything you want to talk about?” she questions Greg. “No” he simply said as he turns his gaze onto the television. Flabbergasted, his wife stood there in a puzzled state with her hands on her hips. She stood in silence and stared at him in disbelief. “I need to get out, I need some fresh air” she proclaimed as Greg sat there in silence, ignoring her. “Do you need anything?” She asked once more. “No!” he said once again in a dismissive tone. Shaking her head, she grabs the keys and storms out the door. Greg sits there in silence, staring at the TV and reflects on the day.

As hours passed by and the night moon rises, Greg sat there flicking back and forth between channels until he heard the sound of sweetness come across the TV screen. The sound of a booming piano accompanied with slow swinging violas and echoing harps. He listened and watch the orchestra play beautifully as if the players knew of his pain and sorrow. He cried as he stared off at the moon light, burying his head in his hands as he sobs harder and harder, barely able to catch his breath, he falls from his chair and lies on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably to the sweet sound of slow classical music.

When the thunderous boom of the drums kicked into a swifter and uplifting pace, he slowly raised his head from his hands and looked up to the sky through his narrow window. On his hands and knees, he begged for mercy, crying out to god that he wants to live, that he wants to grow old, he begged and begged but god did not listen, no one did and it wasn’t until the lull, silent part of the song that he began to realize, that nothing can save him, that he is hopeless. The sound of booming drums picked up louder and louder through the TV. He became angry and angrier to the point of blinding rage when he finally let out a scream, proclaiming “Fine!! I don’t need your help! who the fuck have you ever helped anyways?” he roared throughout the house, cursing the sun and the moon, cursing god, cursing the world.

He picks himself up from the ground, wipes off his knees and put his hands in a fist and stared at the blank wall in front of him. He draws back his arm and releases and swings at the wall in a fit of rage, smashing through the wallpaper and thin drywall. He pulls his hand out and swung for a second time, making a second hole in the wall. As he begins to release a fury of angered punches against the crumbling wall, his hands become swollen and bloodied. He screams in pain “Ah!!” as he quickly turns around grabbing the lamp from the table and throwing it down the hallway.

He makes his way to the kitchen and opens the cabinet door, grabbing the plates and dishes and throwing them against the wall. Plate after plate, glass after glass until the floor was covered in a layer of nothing but ceramic and shattered glass.

Kicking the debris with his foot, he over hears the couple next door yelling at each other, looking out the window, he witnesses his neighbor violently striking the wife and watches as she falls to the ground.

As he quickly made his way through the rubble and down the hallway, he flung open the front door, he ran across the yard and through the thicket of the bush. He emerged in front of the angered husband and distraught wife. “Greg, get out of here!” she pleaded to him with tear-soaked eyes that were wrapped in bruises. The husband rushed over to Greg and stared him in the eyes “The women said leave bud!” as the neighbor shoves Greg across the yard.

Greg smiles as he looks down at his chest where he was pushed, locks eyes with the neighbor and as if time stood still, Greg released a crushing right hook against the temple of his attacker. Greg began swinging left, right than left then right then left and left again and followed by an uppercut and in a ball of rage Greg unleashed the final blow knocking the neighbor onto the grass. Staring at his hands in disbelief, he looks at the man lying on the ground in the cold, damp grass, motionless. Greg looks at the women and said in a cool manner “Check to see if he’s breathing, if he is, don’t ever let him do that to you again, if he’s not”, Greg pauses then states “than you’re welcome” Greg walked away, went into his house with his chest puffed out, walked up to his bedroom, took two shots of whiskey than went to bed.

It wasn’t long until he heard a shrieking scream come from the kitchen, Greg sat up in horror and made his way downstairs to find his wife, once again sobbing as she looked at the rubble around her. “What happened Greg!” she screamed across the room, panicked and waving her arms. Greg looks up at her and said with a smile “I hated those dishes” as he turns away, she screams at him one more time until he quickly turned around and snapped back “I’m going to bed!, I had a rough day, goodnight!” leaving her in a sudden shock of disbelief. She gasps as she stares at the floor covered in ceramic rubble and shattered glass. Greg walks up the narrowing stairs, lays his head down on his pillow and chuckled to himself until he fell asleep.

By Lucas Durelle

 


 

 

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The Writer – Part 3

As he sat there in shame, pondering his next move, he looked over at his work bench, untidy and messy and covered in tools. He notices a yellow handle poking through the debris. Puzzled, he slowly lifts himself from his blood-soaked chair and hopped his way to his work table. Clearing the debris and unveiling his next plan of attack against the hard, sturdy oak door. A yellow handle maul ax. Quickly grabbing the handle, he slowly made his way through the dark, damp basement and approached the staircase where he once fell earlier that day.

Looking at the ground below the stair case, shards of broken glass and blood filled the floor as a gut-wrenching feeling passed through his body as he relieved the horror of today events.

Slowly making his way up the staircase, step by step, he reaches the top and steadies his footing and with his ax in hand, he took one mighty swing at the door. Boom! echoed through the short of the hall when he was greeted with excruciating pain shooting through his body as the impact of the ax sending a crippling shock to his leg wound from trying to steady himself on the staircase, He dropped to one knees and began breathing heavy.

He stood up and tried again. Boom! he fell to his knee and hanged his head. Gritting his teeth, He stood up and swung the ax for a third time. Boom! He screamed as the pain rushes through his body, but he did not fall. Turning his body once again, steadying his footing, lifting the axe from his side, he swung for a fourth time at the hardwood door. Boom! In an anger rage, he exhausted the rest of his energy, swinging faster and faster, boom, boomboomboom, boom, screaming in hatred, swearing with each swing, you, boom mother boom, fucker! Boom!!

He fell to his knees, sweat falling from his brow, blood dripping from his wound, feeling defeated. Pressing his hand against his wound, he glares at the blood dripping from his hand glistening in the sunlight. Surprised, he looks up and sees the sun creeping through the hole in the doorway.

Placing the ax against the wall, he slipped his hand through the make-shift hole and reached for the door knob on the other side. Noticing the door knob turning but not opening, he reaches a little higher and finds the knob of the deadbolt was fully engaged. He turned the knob right and watched as the splintered, beaten up door slowly open and felt the warmth of sunlight shining on his face.

Relieved, he crawled his way through the door, laying on the hardwood floor in the kitchen, bathing in the sunlight. Hope was restored as he pauses for a moment in the contrast of the dark basement in comparison of the sunlit room.


Staring at the ceiling with his hands on his chest, he knew he was not done yet and lifted himself onto the kitchen counter and reached for his phone.

Quickly opening the contact list and finding his wife, he never hit that green button so hard and quickly before this moment. He waited. Ring. Ring. The phone rang several times before an automated greeting came up, he left her a message explaining the day’s events and ending the story with a simple “I love you”

As he laid on the floor, the sun became brighter, almost a blinding white light as images of his life fluttered past his eyes. His first steps, the loving look on his mother’s face, the echoing voice of his father’s words, his first day at school, the loving smile of his wife. Becoming distracted, he quickly tries to focus his eyes on the dimmed screen of his phone, he slowly dials 9,1,1. as he slowly slips unconscious to the sound of an unknown woman, he’s only able to say one word.

“Help.”


As he passes in and out of consciousness and if time itself has stood still, only briefly seeing the flickering of overhead lights as he is being pushed through a narrowing corridor. He feels the crashing of being pushed through two heavy doors into a dimly lit room. The room is filled with chatter as he can hear the mumbles of people talking to each other, racing around him. with what strength he has left, he cries “where am I? but that cry fell on silent ears as he is not able to speak, the people do not know he is awake.

Terrified, he tries to struggle but is unable to move, being able to feel everything that is happening to him, tears fall from his closed eyes as he feels every poke, prod and stitch until he inevitably passes out from the pain and settles into the darkness of sleep.

“Quite the day you have had son” a familiar voice echoes across the room.
“who’s there?” he said in a puzzled tone, “I can’t move, help me!” he pleaded to the voice.
“Get up son” as he felt a reaching touch, grab his hand and help him sit up from his bed.

When the familiar face of his mother emerged from the blinding light, with soft pale blue eyes and faded white hair, she stared at her son with a gentle smile as he quickly embraced her and felt something he hasn’t felt in several months since her passing

“Mom, this can’t be real”  he said in a whimper
“No son, it isn’t” she said kindly as she places an open hands over the right side of his cheek, she smiles and says “This is the moment where you either come with me and rest forever or you be the man I thought you would be and go back, write your book, live an honest life and love those who love you, quit the drinking son, it’s not what I raised you to be”
“but mom, I’ve missed you so much, I can’t bare it” he pleaded.
” Son, that’s life, people die, I lived a good life and you need to as well” she said kindly
“I don’t want to leave you again” He pleaded once more
“that’s your choice son, but just know, you will be leaving those that love you, just like I had to leave you, the only difference was, it was my time to go. It’s not yours”

Hugging his mother one last time as tears stream from his face, he holds her tightly and gives his love. “Now blink son, it’s time to wake up” she says as she slowly disappears into the light.


Almost as if traveling through worlds in a blink of an eye, he awakes in a hospital room, on a bed that is too stiff, surrounded by lights that are too bright and the feeling of a warm hand touching his. He slowly fixes his gaze upon his beautiful wife. She sat there, and she was as perfect as he remembers her early on today. He takes a moment and watches her sleep upright in the chair. Her auburn hair shining in the moonlight, her hand gripping his, he gives her a gentle tug of his hand to wake her. As she wakes, her emerald-green eyes lock onto his as a relieving smile slips passed her lips as a tear gently falls from her eye while she exhales a relieving gasp at the sight of her husband smiling back at her.

She quickly leaps from her chair and into his arms and once again, time stood still as he felt the warmness of her body against his, as they sat there in silence, as they sat there in peace.

After a 3 day stay at the hospital, they finally made it back to their home and settled in. As he walks into the kitchen and sees the broken remains of the basement door, he feels a sense of panic rush over him until he is quickly calmed by the touch of his wife’s hand
“you go and rest, I got this” she said reassuring,
“No, there’s something I have to do” he states as he kisses her softly.

He stood at the top of the basement stairs, looking at the mess of the previous day, he takes one step down the narrowing staircase, then another and with each passing step, he relived the harrowing moment that not only changed him but changed the course of his life.

As he made his way to his office, He finds himself standing in front of the liquor cabinet, his wife watches behind the door with a concerned look covering her face. He reaches for his signature Rye and Whiskey. He walks over to the sink in his office, opens the cap and pours it down the drain. His wife smiles as she turns away and walks back up the stairs. He slowly walks over to his office desk, opens a word document, takes a seat, lights a cigarette and begins writing.

“As he sat in his Burgundy cloth high back chair, sipping on lukewarm coffee, taking small drags off his cigarette, he stares at the flickering white screen in front of him, wordless. He wipes his brow and takes another puff. The sound of smooth jazz playing on the radio behind him adds to the tension as he struggles to begin his sentence.”

The End.

The Writer –  A Short Story By Lucas Durelle


Part one can be found Here
Part two can be found Here

The Writer – Part 2

As the pain shot through his body and adrenaline coursed through his veins, inch by inch he slowly attempts to pull out the shard of glass protruding out of his leg. As the sweat drips from his brow and his hands shake, he began feeling nauseous as he immediately let go of the jagged shard to calm his nerves.

“Come on, you can do this” he says to himself, as he takes quick, shallow breaths. Gripping the shard once more as the familiar feeling of pain covers his body, “ugh, ahh” his screams are deafening, his spine is tingling, teeth chattering. He firmly grips the piece of glass and with a hesitant tug, he pulls the shard out in one swift pull.

Dropping the glass next to his leg, he lets out a cry of relief, and quickly tightens the ripped-up cloth around the wound. Feeling woozy, light-headed and faint, his vision begins to tunnel as he falls from his chair and lands on the cold, grey concrete floor, slowly passing out from the pain.


 “Drunk, again are you?” He hears a disapproving, familiar voice off in the distance. He tries to adjust his eyes to the blinding light. “What?” he asked, confused and afraid. “Seriously, we are going to be late and your drunk and passed out! wake up!” The voice said in an angered shrill.

Attempting to adjust his eyes to the blinding light, the familiar voice got louder and deeper in an almost demonic sense, that echoed throughout the room, when suddenly the white light vanished, and blackness was all that he could see.  A sudden feeling of wetness covered his body and a strong aroma of alcohol filled his nose. Choking, he gasps for air as the liquid rises higher and higher.

Barely able to hold his head above the acidic, brown liquid, he attempts to scream for help, but his voice is not there. His heart races as he tries to comprehend what is going on before he falls into an endless abyss, drowning in the liquid.


Quickly shooting up and gasping for air, he awakes, confused as he surveys his surroundings and pats his body all over. He turns over onto his back and rest his head on the concrete floor, rubbing his eyes “A dream, what the fuck?” He mutters to himself in panic and relief. Still feeling cold and wet as he looks down at his leg.

The rag stained in red and a small puddle of blood laid beneath him, he turns over onto his side and places his hands on the table and slowly pulls himself up onto his burgundy red chair. He sits heavily as his heads sways back and forth, feeling weak and tired, his gaze fixated on a bottle of whiskey sitting on his shelf. Slowly reaching for the half-filled bottle, he grabs it and cracks open the cover and presses the bottle against his dry, cracked lips and takes a swig. “ah!” He whispered as he looks at the bottle, shaking his head in disapproval. He whispers to the bottle ” this is your fault” as he pours a little whiskey on his wound.

Placing the cover back on the bottle, he takes a moment to reflect back on his morning, from his first cup of coffee to his 4th drink of whiskey. He sat in reflection, his gaze still fixated on the brown bottle with black lettering and a white label. Remembering the fight, he had this morning with his wife. The hateful things he said, the tears that filled her eyes, and the loss of love leaving her heart. He knew he had lost who he was, and when he became this inebriated monster, he not only lost himself, but he lost her.

Tears filled his eyes as he silently weeps to himself, knowing if he doesn’t escape his office in the dark, gloomy basement, he would die leaving her with only the most recent memory of what he had become, not who he once was.

In a sudden rage, he quickly grabbed the bottle and threw it against the wall. The glass exploded, spraying whiskey all over the concrete floor, and as if a 1000 lbs.monster just fell from his back, he felt relieved, and looked back at his computer screen, opened his word document and began writing a letter to his wife.

“To my dearest love”

“As I sit here in pain, frightened that I will not make it out of this alive, I felt the need to leave this letter behind in-case my hopes of escape fail. And although I am terrified of death, I am more terrified of not seeing you again. I am terrified that you will only remember the recent version of myself, the drunk mess that blamed his problems onto you when the only problems I had been caused by me. I am sorry.  All I ever wanted to be was a writer in this life, but it wasn’t until these recent hours that the only thing I should have been is a better husband to you. And while i may not escape this nightmare, I will leave this world with pleasant memories of you and I hope you remember the person you fell in love with, not the monster that I have become. I am Sorry, I love you.”
Love, Your husband.

As a tear falls from his eyes and splashes against the keyboard, he hangs his head in shame and cries. Wishes he was a better husband, a better man. Trying to find the strength to escape, trying to find the energy to stand, trying not to die and for the first time in a long time, he was trying to live as the man he once was.

He Tried.

By Lucas Durelle
Modern-Typewriter


 

The Writer – Part 1 – A Short Story By Lucas Durelle

As he sat in his Burgundy cloth high back chair, sipping on lukewarm coffee, taking small drags off his cigarette, he stares at the flickering white screen in front of him, wordless. He wipes his brow and takes another puff. The sound of smooth jazz playing on the radio behind him adds to the tension as he struggles to begin his sentence.

Extinguishing his cigarette in the over flowed ashtray, he stood up and stretched and heads upstairs to re-warm his coffee. As he began climbing the staircase, the sound of soft creeks echo under his foot. Reaching for the door knob, the door is stuck. Puzzled, he tried again with a little added force but was unable to even wedge the door open.

“This is ridiculous” He muttered to himself as he placed the coffee down on the step next to him. Gripping the old, rusty doorknob, he pressed his shoulder into the door and slammed his body against the door. Thwack! the booming sound echoed throughout the cold basement. He quickly shifted his body towards the right to catch himself from falling off the narrow staircase, causing his coffee cup to tumble and shatter at the platform below.

Looking down at the coffee spilled mess and shards of ceramic glass laying everywhere, he placed his finger tips on his temples and began gently messaging his head. “OK, this is foolish now”  turning around and walking back down the staircase and carefully stepping over the shards of glass, making sure his barefoot was not damaged, he made his way into his office on the other side of the dark, damp basement and found a bottle of WD-40. Smiling to himself, he grabbed the bottle and made his way back up the staircase, once again carefully stepping over the glass to prevent injury.

As he made his way up the staircase, shaking the can of WD-40 in his hand, he approached the door once more and carefully sprayed the chemical around the rusty door hinges and door knob. Placing the can down next to him, he quickly grabbed the door knob and gave a shove into the door but his hand slipped on the greasy doorknob, causing him to lose his footing and come crashing down the staircase, hitting his head against the staircase and landing on the ceramic shards of broken glass that laid on the floor.


As he attempted to regain his vision, he propped himself against the wall and waited to realign himself. Looking at his hands, covered in blood, he felt a sharp, rushing pain shooting up his leg. Looking down, he notices a piece of shattered glass sticking 3 inches out of his leg, and feeling almost faint, he attempted to inspect the wounded area. He noticed he was slowly loosing blood.  Afraid, he attempted to pull at the shard, when he was over-come by an intense buzzing, tingling and excruciating pain covering his entire body, as if he was shocked by a high-powered taser. He screamed and began breathing heavier.

Panicking, he began screaming for help in the old broken down 2 story house with nobody in it. His screams fell on deaf ears as he stuttered to himself “this is bad!”

Knowing that if he doesn’t act quick, he would be in serious trouble, he made his way back to his office, crawling on his hands and knees on the cold, dirty, grey concrete floor while dragging his injured leg behind him. He slowly made his way back to his office leaving a trail of blood smeared on the concrete floor.

While laying on the ground, he searched for his cellphone… that was laying on his office desk. Feeling a sense of panic, as his hands searched in place of his eyes, he realized that he had left his cellphone upstairs, as it was a distraction previously to him while he was writing. His life line was behind a door that could not be opened. His eyes widened in fear as he stared at his wound. Quickly pulling himself up on his burgundy cloth chair, he attempted to open his Internet browser and contact someone who could help.

As the page loaded, he was greeted by a dinosaur standing next to a cactus stating “Unable to connect to the internet” Frustrated he screamed “Fuck!” burying his face in his hands and began crying, pleading to god for help but god did not come, nobody did.


Sitting in the chair, feeling faint, he stared at the shard of ceramic glass sticking out of his leg. With the gentle touch of a single finger, he touched the tip of the shard and felt an immediate buzz run through his body, pain like he had never felt before, knowing the only way to survive this was to remove the shard and apply pressure on the wound.

Staring at the serrated obstacle in his leg, he took off his button shirt and ripped a piece of cloth from the shirt and carefully tied the bandage around his wound, as he staggered from the immense pain he felt while to trying to slow the blood.

He let out a simple sigh and reached for his cigarettes. As he placed the white filter tip against his quivering lips, he sunk back into his chair while his eyes fixated on this piece of glass. Grabbing his lighter, he lit his cigarette, inhaled than exhaled very calmly as he knew what he had to do. Staring in pure agony and overcome by fear, the writer knew he had to take that shard out, no matter the pain.

He took another puff from his cigarette as his free hand wrapped his fingers around the shard. Immediate buzzing and excruciating pain rushed through his body with every slight wiggle and tug on the shard. His body  began trembling and the pain could be felt in the root of his teeth. He had to push through. But could he?

To Be Continued….

Part two can be found Here

Miramichi Spotlight: NWE Wrestling

Body Slams, Signatures moves, Tables, Ladders, Chairs and cheers fill the arena as professional wrestlers go head to head for Championship titles and bragging rights. Crowds watch in anticipation as the sound of rumbling echoes throughout the hall. Cheering in union for their favorite heroes, and counting in union as the Pin fall counts 1, 2, 3… Crowd roars.

NWE Pro Wrestling is also known as Next Wrestling Entertainment. A Northern New Brunswick’s based independent professional wrestling company, founded in October of 2013 as seen on NWE Amped on Rogers Television Channel 10 all across New Brunswick.

On Tuesday, May 15th 2018, I had the chance to sit down with business partner and promoter of N.W.E Wrestling, also known as Next Wrestling Entertainment, Issac Malley to discuss his Promotion NWE Pro Wrestling and gain an inside look into the World of Wrestling.

Buff

Photo provided courtesy of NWE and Issac Malley

During the interview, I was impressed by how hard-working Issac is and the stories he shared about his insight of the NWE . Starting from the bottom, putting up flyers and working tirelessly day in and day out, Issac Malley worked his way up the ladder, and by putting in time and effort over the past 5 years, Issac quickly became one of the two owners of NWE Pro Wrestling.
NWE currently has 30 wrestling superstars and is a Northern New Brunswick based, independent professional wrestling company founded in October of 2013 and is broadcast by Rogers Television Channel 10 all across New Brunswick.
I asked Issac what got him into wrestling, and he stated from a very young age, he had always wanted to be wrestler but after a few injuries, he was content with running the show behind the scenes.
Issac: NWE was actually started before I got involved, It was owned by two other people at the time and one day I seen them putting out posters for an events and I was like “oh hey! wrestling? that’s awesome!” So I got to talking with one of the promoters/owners and they asked me to come see the show and if I wanted to help promote it, to let them know.”
As I sat back and listened to the stories shared by Issac, Fellow colleague Brennan M, a major wresting fan was intrigued by how quickly Issac Malley worked his way up the Wrestling ladder.

Issac: “It was always my dream to be involved in the wrestling business, not to be a wrestler per say but being apart of the business. I started off as a security guard for 8 months, Putting in a lot of hours between NWE and Mainstream Wrestling. I was pushing 40 hours straight plus working my regular job and they saw the dedication I was putting into it! They eventually made me their right hand man from all the hard work I put into it. As time went on, I was talking to the other promoter Shaw Nelson who owns the other half of the business with me currently and we clicked at the time and because we got along so well, The promoters decided to group me in with Shawn.

Issac recalled the turning point in his career of wrestling that gave him that push to make the jump. It wasn’t until the main promoters at the time seen the dedication and hard work Issac put into the NWE that they decided to give him a chance involving a story line and being apart of the outside world of wrestling.
Issac: “At the time, Shawn Nelson was playing his heel (Bad guy) Gimmick and they were trying to push him to become the elite champion, among the chatter of promoters they decided to have somebody there to “cheat” for him and I must add I love being a heel so that alone was music to my ears, so we started working together in the ring.”
At that point. Buff Malley was born, A stage name for Issac and after a year of hard work being his manager, Shawn Nelson made him partner of NWE Wrestling.


The fist thing Issac did was purchase a Brand New Wrestling ring for NWE.
Issac “Prior to 2015 or 2016, We had an older style ring with plastic tubing, it didn’t look bad but compared to other companies it looked bad, So i told them, We need a new ring, We need to start fresh and that’s what we did. Ryan Heath came on as out Booker and helped us through the first couple of years and we are very appreciative of that.
The NWE currently has a brand new wrestling ring, new full steel stage, new lighting, Entry ramp equipped with audio/video media screen known as a titan-tron.
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Photo Provided by the courtesy of NWE


During the interview, Issac and myself discussed the difference between the American market of Wrestling compared to the Canadian Market as well.
“The Maritimes have a lot of amazing talent, some already in the businesses , so we have a main stay of wrestlers that we already use but we do tap wrestlers from outside areas as well such as Boston or Rhode island. Initially we contact them and give them the opportunity to build up a name here in Canada because in the american market its a little different from Canadian market, there is more exposure to wrestling in america compared to Canada but also harder to get established.
As wrestling becomes more and more popular, The sport is gaining momentum and interest from not only male viewers but also female as well. Worldwide, women are making a much bigger name for themselves in wrestling. During this subject, I asked Issac about his recent introduction of  women into NWE.
Issac: “Their use to be only 2 female wrestlers but now we have four women in the maritime that are currently in wrestling. Compared to the states, women are becoming more predominant in wrestling but in Canada, Indie female wrestlers, there might be up to a dozen or a few dozen.”
Hopeful, Issac mentioned that he recently started a Women division within NWE,
Issac: We started the women division and in November we crown the first ever Women Champion. We are looking to bring in more female wrestlers this year.”
NWE Belt

Photo provided and credited to NWE

With wrestling being such a physical sport and demands so much of the body, Issac discussed the number one priority with the NWE being..Safety.

Issac: “Safety is always our number one concern. The reason we require training is because the person who is wrestling needs to know proper procedures because accidents happen. Our guys & girls have to be at least a year into training or a certain level before they will even do a match, We have a couple of girls and guys who are currently in training. The best credited schools for wrestling would be the Heart brothers in Ontario but around here, I.H.W is a training school in Moncton for wrestlers every Sunday.”

During our conversation, I noticed Issac spoke of various charities that the NWE has supported such as McHappy Day, Community fundraiser events, Homeless Hours with the local youth house and also hoping to sponsor a family for Christmas.
Issac also mentioned with every ticket purchased on Saturday, May 19th at the Loggieville Community Center during the Rogers live televised taping of NWE Amped, $1.00 will go towards Children make a wish foundation.
Advanced tickets are $10.00 at pizza pro, at the door is $15.00 for general or $20.00 for platinum pass. Platinum pass doors open at 5:45 pm and also with the platinum pass you get two extra matches and a meet and great with the NWE superstars.

I would like to Thank Issac Malley for taking the time out of his busy schedule for meeting with me and my colleague Brennan M. It was unfortunate I did not have the chance to meet or speak with the other half of ownership of the NWE Shawn Nelson, Hopefully we can touch base in the coming months to cover another article on NWE big main event ” The Road to Gold”


Thank you
Regards
The Modern-Typewriter
Lucas Durelle

Winter is over, Summer let’s go.

Modern-typewriter over the winter has taken a small break like a bear in hibernation but now it’s time to wake up the beast and find new stories, new interviews and continue the tale of Modern-Typewriter. As winter passes and summer arrives, I looked back on the journey of 2017. With countless interviews and new experiences, I am excited to see what happens in 2018.


During the winter of 2017, This writer joined the Kinsmen of The Miramichi, a non-profit organization that helps out our community in Miramichi through individual means and grand events such as Big Buck Night or the Kinsmen Trivia Challenge. Over the last couple of months of being a kinsmen, I have found a positive way to give back to the amazing community of Miramichi through being a Kinsmen.

While co-chairing a massive event such as the First Annual Kinsmen Trivia Challenge, I was able to see first hand the excitement and work put into planning such events. The night was hosted by local radio power duo Paddy Quinn and Darcy McLaughlin from 95.9 Sun FM.

The First Annual Trivia Night was a huge success with 14 registered teams, 15 companies who donated amazing prizes and 9 companies who sponsored tables! Truly an amazing night filled with categories such Lights! Camera!! Diddly-Doodly ACTION JACKSON!!!(Pop Culture) and How’s Chi’ Going? (Miramichi Based Questions)

Fellow Kinsmen worked together to prepare meals and with the gracious help from Michele Bushey-Joe and the women of suicide prevention in serving our participants throughout the night. Kinsmen First Annual Trivia Night was created to support local charities, but to also assist Michele Bushey-Joe and her the group from suicide prevention to bring a guest speaker to talk about their cause.

Over the following weeks, I was offered to take the place of communications director for  social media. Thrilled, I accepted. Along with Modern-Typewriter, I now get to manage another massive social media platform which is pretty exciting.


Miramichi is booming at the moment, with new infrastructure, art movements, musicians sweeping the city, and small business owners opening up shop and following their dreams. I am excited that 2018 will be another year of great articles and in-depth look at the amazing members of our community.

Time to wake up the proverbial beast, press down on the keyboard and start typing because Modern-Typewriter is ready for summer. Thank you for following me over the past year and I look forward to all the great stories over the coming months.

Thank you

Regards

Modern-Typewriter

Lucas Durelle.

 

 

 

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Miramichi, The Next Comedy Scene?

Miramichi has been the home of many important events and festivals over the years. From the Rock and Roll festivals to the Tall Ships to Irish fest and the Walter McDonald Memorial Concert, and many more. Thousands of Miramichiers gather together to celebrate this great city and what our community has to offer.

With countless bands and artist showcasing our entertainment industry in Miramichi along with big time events, myself and many like-minded individuals have felt there has always been a missing piece in the puzzle of Miramichi.

A portion of entertainment that hasn’t been touched in our great community, a thriving act that contains laughter, good times and pleasant memories, the art known as comedy.

With cities such as Fredericton and Moncton New Brunswick, the comedy scene has been thriving throughout the years with sold out shows and stand up artists coming from all over Canada to promote their acts, and to share their comedic views of the world with those who are willing to listen.

As of 2012, Fredericton, New Brunswick has been a thriving stand up comedy scene that has picked up in viewership steadily over the years. Rogers Cable TV has since picked up on the scene and has created Comedy In The City, a local televised program in Fredericton NB that features stand up comedians at various venues throughout the city, as well as exclusive interviews with local upcoming comics and national touring headliners.

Saint John NB is home to one of the most famous comedy franchises in Canada; The Yuk- Yuk International Stand up Comedy. A staple of the comedy scene that spans over 14 cities in Canada, the Yuk Yuk’s comedy franchise has been a deep root in the foundation of many well-known comedians that varies from Dave Foley, Jim Carey, Norm MacDonald to Dan Aykroyd and many more.

Miramichi is already a thriving source of entertainment but that boundary can be pushed even further through the support of our community. We could have limitless amounts of concerts, theater productions, art galleries and stand up comedy shows and events.


Recently I had the chance to sit down with local comedian Joe Butler also known as “Big Love” at our local coffee shop, Creative Grounds Cafe. Joe expressed his interest in comedy at a very young age, and wanted to assist in the creation of the comedy scene in Miramichi NB. Through devotion and working with great members of our community. Joseph is able to achieve his goal of a comedic scene in Miramichi NB.

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Joe Butler was born and raised in Miramichi NB and has been practicing comedy for the last year now. Being well-known on stage through theater productions and starring roles and playing with live bands, Joe always had his eyes set on comedy. Determine to make his mark in the comedy industry, Joe set out to perform his first show was at the Wilser Room in Fredericton New Brunswick. He recalls being Nervous as he contacted the owners of the establishment and asked to try his routine during an open mic night.

With positive vibes and a passion for comedy, Joe came out victorious that night and was one of the most highlighted acts of the show. With compliments pouring in from people in the crowd, Joe felt an over-whelming feeling of joy and accomplishment that fueled his desire to be a comedian.

Joe B: “I remember the first joke I told on stage and they laughed at it, that’s when all my nerves went away, If they wouldn’t have laughed at my first joke I would have been a wreck! But after they laughed, I knew it was going to be okay and what I wanted in life. It was an amazing feeling!”

This writer was interested and surprised to learn that a comedy show, specifically a stand up comedy act, cannot be compared to a musical concert or a theater production. That a comedy show has an entirely different viewership, an entirely different crowd.

Joe B: “Comedy is different! It’s a different platform, it’s unique! it’s not like a musician where if you make a mistake, the crowd is very forgiven because they are enjoying themselves or their dancing, even in acting, they are very forgiving. They are not forgiving in comedy! your instrument is them and if the jokes you are doing and the sounds they are doing isn’t laughter, everyone in the audience knows! Sometimes it can be very uncomfortable and awkward”

Joe shared his passion of comedy and what he wanted to give back to our community.

Joe B: “Were very fortunate enough that we have the vogue theater and a couple other great venues in Miramichi. We have had a few other comedy shows over the last couple of years but we don’t get it very often. We have such  great venues and we have all these different things but the one thing we don’t get spoiled on is comedy. I want comedy to be expected in the community. I want the scene to grow. I want to help create a comedy scene in Miramichi, that’s my main goal. I want to contribute. Creating this comedy show is my way of giving back to this great city.”

In September of 2017, The Vogue theater held its comedy debut hosted by Miramichi’s own Joe Butler featuring Shane Ogden with comedic acts by Sam Laidman and Matt Keenan. The show was a sold out performance and the talk of the town. With radio interviews and local news paper articles, Joe had achieve his dream of blossoming the comedic scene in Miramichi NB.

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This writer was interested to find out what local members of our creative community had to say about the blossoming boom of comedy in Miramichi NB.

I immediately spoke with the 2017 Music NB, Fan Choice Award winner; Dillon Ryan, who is an active member of the music scene in Miramichi NB. I asked Dillon what he thought of a comedy scene in Miramichi would be.

Dillon R: “Miramichi can only grow to be an arts driven city if it starts to support and encompass the idea of all different mediums. Not just music or not just painting etc There has to be a communal aspect to our city that invites all forms of arts. So I see bringing comedy into the fold as a huge positive for Miramichi”

Riley Harris of AfterSurf had this to say about the comedy scene growing in Miramichi NB

Riley H: “The Miramichi comedy scene gaining some traction – not a surprise to me. The original music scene is experiencing the same. Venues around the river are starting to really dig the original stuff again. I believe the 506 Festival being held in Miramichi last Autumn really helped that along. Miramichi deserves comedy shows – myself/everyone loves to laugh.”

I also had a chance to talk to Mayor Adam Lordon about his thoughts on the sudden boost of comedy sweeping over Miramichi.

Adam L: “It’s been great to see the comedy scene in Miramichi really coming to life lately. We’ve seen a flourish of arts and culture recently and it’s great to see comedy playing a big role in that!  Miramichiers are natural-born storytellers and have a great sense of humor. So it seems like a natural fit and it’s providing opportunities to locals to contribute on stage and behind the scenes.”

Taylor Sheasgreen of Lionsault also shared his thoughts  to the conversation.

Taylor S: “I love that there’s suddenly a comedy scene on the ‘Chi. It’s new entertainment for Miramichiers and after seeing the success of these comedy shows, we sorely needed it. Everyone owes “Big Love” Joe Butler for this and hopefully this will bring other Miramichiers out of the woodwork to pursue their passion and bring even more to the ‘Chi.”

With the support from local artists and booming venues such as the Vogue theater and Riverside Entertainment and local establishments such as O’Donaghues pub, The Well Bar, The Boulevard, etc. already helping and providing platforms for artist around Miramichi and surrounding areas, the possibility of these venues holding an open mic night for comedians could provide countless hours of entertainment and also a platform for inspiring comedians to practice their routines.


Miramichi has been slowly digging into the comedic scene for the past few years but it wasn’t until this year that comedy really began making its stride. On November 18th 2017 at 7:15 PM, The Vogue Theater will be hosting “Fishing For Laughs” featuring local comedian Jimmy Mackinley with comedic performances by Martin Saulnier and MC Matt Richardson.  The community of Miramichi is starting to see a rise of comedic shows being held in our area.

Also on December 2nd 2017 at 8:00pm, Joe Butler will be hosting another comedy act at the Vogue Theater, headlining for the show will be comedian Dan Hendricken with comedy acts by Ben McDonald and Matt Richardson. Tickets are $20 dollars and will be on sale at Creative Grounds, Millcove Coffee and can be purchased online as well.


Miramichi is a beautiful, growing city that supports its local artists, performers, musicians and of course our comedians. If Miramichi is able to grasp this comedic momentum and continue to run with it, I see the art of comedy becoming a staple of our creative community.

I would like to thank Joe Butler for taking the time out his busy schedule to talk to Modern-Typewriter, and be on the look out for an exclusive and In-depth look at comedian “Big LoveJoe Butler as he shares his stories and what thrives him to continue with his journey of being a comedian  in the future.

I would also like to thank Dillon Ryan, Riley Harris, Taylor Sheasgreen and our Mayor; Adam Lordon for providing such inspirational and positive quotes on the subject of comedy.

Thank you,

Regards

The Modern-Typewriter

Lucas Durelle