Post by Abraham on Apr 21, 2019 22:47:33 GMT -5
One drink, what would be the harm? In four years Lee “Iron Head” Abraham hadn't touched alcohol or pain killers or steroids and he had the chips to prove it. In those years Mr. Abraham, as he was more widely known, had stayed away from the spot light instead working behind the scenes for CPW as the head of the organization's training center in Tampa, Florida. It was the kind of moderately high paid, unbearably boring office job that he had once so vehemently hated.
He had been clean for so long. He had gotten the therapy he had so clearly needed and learned how to cope with his issues in ways that weren't violent or self destructive like he once did. Surely after all that one drink wouldn't hurt?
Tom Merriweather, had been the man who convinced Lee to have just one drink that Saturday night, April 20th, but he was not a bad man. He was a single father who worked construction. His son, twelve year old Kevin Merriweather, attended the free self defense class for bullied youth that Lee had been teaching twice a week for the past few years. In fact it was Tom who invited Lee to come out with the other guys and celebrate his recent promotion to project manager. It was because of all this that Tom would feel guilty over what happened that night for years to come.
Tom didn't know about Lee's old issues with addiction. How could he? All Lee had ever told him was “No thanks, I don't drink anymore”. Under normal circumstances that would have been enough but Tom and his friends were in a rowdy mood that night and so they manged to convince the former pro-wrestler to have just one drink. After that it was easy. One became two became four became who knows how many? Not Lee and certainly not Tom.
What is known is that as Lee left the bar that night Tom, or perhaps one of his friends, had offered to call an Uber. What is also known is that Lee turned them down. “I'll be fine,” he had said to them “I've only had a few.” They believed him. They must not have watched Chaotic Pro Wrestling back in his day.
That night at around 1:30 am, as Lee's truck pulled into the neighborhood in Clearwater, Florida where he resided,. A radar speed sign near the entrance of the neighborhood clocked him going fifty five. The speed limit on that road was fifteen. It was as he turned the final corner to get onto the road that led to his house that a young girl was crossing the road barely ten feet in front of him. Police reports would later reveal that she was Alysa Williams, an Afro – Cuban girl, age ten. According to those same reports she had been staying the night at a slumber party in another home in the neighborhood. After some of the other girls at the party were mean to her she got upset and decided to walk back home without telling anybody.
By the time Lee had rounded that corner he was well under the influence of alcohol and fatigue and he had begun to zone in and out as he flew down the road. It was by some miracle then that he zoned in at the right time for his alcohol addled brain react to the young girl. Lee quickly slammed the breaks and yanked the wheel as hard as he could to the left. According the forensic reports this actions along, with the unsafe speed had been driving, caused the truck to spin out onto the grass where it would then barrel top over bottom until it eventually slammed into a light pole.
Miraculously the young Alysa was mostly unharmed save for a few scrapes and bruises. Lee Abraham was not so lucky. He suffered a broken neck, severe head trauma and a punctured lung. According to autopsy reports he was likely dead before anybody even called 911. He had no wife nor children to notify.
One drink. That was what had started it all. Lee “Iron Head” Abraham was a retired Marine corporal, a second degree black belt, a former world champion and an ex-convicted felon. By most any standard he'd led an interesting life but that one drink had been enough to finally bring his story to an end.
He had been clean for so long. He had gotten the therapy he had so clearly needed and learned how to cope with his issues in ways that weren't violent or self destructive like he once did. Surely after all that one drink wouldn't hurt?
Tom Merriweather, had been the man who convinced Lee to have just one drink that Saturday night, April 20th, but he was not a bad man. He was a single father who worked construction. His son, twelve year old Kevin Merriweather, attended the free self defense class for bullied youth that Lee had been teaching twice a week for the past few years. In fact it was Tom who invited Lee to come out with the other guys and celebrate his recent promotion to project manager. It was because of all this that Tom would feel guilty over what happened that night for years to come.
Tom didn't know about Lee's old issues with addiction. How could he? All Lee had ever told him was “No thanks, I don't drink anymore”. Under normal circumstances that would have been enough but Tom and his friends were in a rowdy mood that night and so they manged to convince the former pro-wrestler to have just one drink. After that it was easy. One became two became four became who knows how many? Not Lee and certainly not Tom.
What is known is that as Lee left the bar that night Tom, or perhaps one of his friends, had offered to call an Uber. What is also known is that Lee turned them down. “I'll be fine,” he had said to them “I've only had a few.” They believed him. They must not have watched Chaotic Pro Wrestling back in his day.
That night at around 1:30 am, as Lee's truck pulled into the neighborhood in Clearwater, Florida where he resided,. A radar speed sign near the entrance of the neighborhood clocked him going fifty five. The speed limit on that road was fifteen. It was as he turned the final corner to get onto the road that led to his house that a young girl was crossing the road barely ten feet in front of him. Police reports would later reveal that she was Alysa Williams, an Afro – Cuban girl, age ten. According to those same reports she had been staying the night at a slumber party in another home in the neighborhood. After some of the other girls at the party were mean to her she got upset and decided to walk back home without telling anybody.
By the time Lee had rounded that corner he was well under the influence of alcohol and fatigue and he had begun to zone in and out as he flew down the road. It was by some miracle then that he zoned in at the right time for his alcohol addled brain react to the young girl. Lee quickly slammed the breaks and yanked the wheel as hard as he could to the left. According the forensic reports this actions along, with the unsafe speed had been driving, caused the truck to spin out onto the grass where it would then barrel top over bottom until it eventually slammed into a light pole.
Miraculously the young Alysa was mostly unharmed save for a few scrapes and bruises. Lee Abraham was not so lucky. He suffered a broken neck, severe head trauma and a punctured lung. According to autopsy reports he was likely dead before anybody even called 911. He had no wife nor children to notify.
One drink. That was what had started it all. Lee “Iron Head” Abraham was a retired Marine corporal, a second degree black belt, a former world champion and an ex-convicted felon. By most any standard he'd led an interesting life but that one drink had been enough to finally bring his story to an end.