Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:16:01 GMT
The front door to the hospital opens and Chamber walks out in jeans and a button up shirt. He steps out with his one leg all wrapped up and his right hand all wrapped up as well. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Pulls one out and sticks it in his mouth, puts the pack away and pulls out his Zippo lighter and with a flick of the top, he has his cigarette lit. The end glows bright red as he inhales. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, enjoying the nicotine fix. His hair is short, again, had to cut it since that too was singed. Today, is his first day out of the burn ward, and today is Thursday. All of a sudden, the doors reopen and a nurse runs out in a frantic flight.
“MR. SINCLAIR! MR. SINCLAIR!” She exclaims, holding a tube of something above her head. Chamber just looks at her. The nurse stops, a sigh of relive comes. “Thank god your didn’t leave yet. You forgot your burn cream. And your girlfriend? called. She can’t pick you up because she is busy at the office.”
Chamber holds the cigarette in his mouth as he takes his burn cream and puts that in his shirt pocket.
“Thanks. That’s okay, I’ll take the bus.” He says as he removes the cigarette from his mouth.
“You know, you shouldn’t smoke, It’s bad for you. Could be the death of you.”
“Yeah, I know, Thanks.”
The nurse leaves after her little speech. Half of the cigarette is gone as Chamber waits for the bus. He checks the time, 2:30. He has a good 30 minutes yet so he sits down on the bench at the bus stop terminal. And ever so slowly, he finishes the cigarette. Time moves by slowly and not a soul is around. The last few days have been quite a trip. And a lot of shit has gone down,. First, he was mad,...no pissed, no,....like ultra mega bitchy with a yearning to verbally assault anyone in sight, and damn, these drugs that they have now a days, really works wonders. That gave him some time to think, and sort things out.
Chamber lights another cigarette and begins to think....
“Well lets see. I got fucked again. First time was my match with Wilburman, this time Amy changing the match at the last second. How nice. And here I am, all burned up, fucking almost lost my hand. Now, I can’t work, that’s what the doctors say anyways. But I doubt that I will listen to them. So here I am, going to go back to work and telling them, that I am okay. And maybe bitch that they didn’t even bother to call or check up on me. Been told I am good at bitching, so might as well use what I have. Seeing that I am there, I might sit down with Tom Prince.... yeah, and tell him a piece of my mind. Cause I have a lot on my mind. I can picture it now........Going something like this...”
Fade to the IWA offices, Chamber sitting in a chair with Tom Prince next to him on a real cheesy set too with a dull boring back drop behind them. His hand taped up, his leg taped up, his hair hacked short, and maybe sitting a little uncomfortable because he has wounds on his back from the barbwire. But nobody seems to care because like Cyril he too is a mega star .
Tom Prince begins.
“Hello here with me today is the badly burnt , bruised, battered, but not beaten Chamber. A former IWA World Heavyweight champion.” Tom turns towards Chamber. “Hello Chamber, thanks for taking time out of your rehab to join us today.”
“Whatever.”
Tom turns back to the camera. “If you missed it, last Sunday on Sacrifice in a Daylight match with Scorpion, Chamber was burned..... 3rd degree burns from what I understand. (Chamber nods his head yes as he looks at the floor waiting for Tom to shut up.) and ultimately lost the match to the newest superstar, The mega power house of a man, maybe monster, hell he maybe a machine that Scorpion.” Tom turns back towards Chamber. “How are you? And how bad are your burns?”
“I’m okay, 3rd degree burns Tom, what do you think?”
“Well, I guess the most important question is, How long will you be out for?”
“Not long, My doctor wants me out for like 3 to 4 months, but I said no way. Hell, If I had my way, I would be back in the ring next week. I heard Braun is back in town, maybe I’ll pay him a visit.”
“3 to 4 months! Wow! Must be serious!”
“3rd fucking degree Tom...Aren’t you listening to me? Ever hear of Miracle Ear?”
“Your loss to Scorpion....He seems to making a huge impact on the fed. He took down the biggest man that there is. How do you feel about that?”
Chamber licks his lips. He swivels in his chair looking right through Tom. “Lets get one thing straight. Scorpions little win on Sunday, didn’t prove shit. He might have had his hand raised at the end of the match, But did he beat me? Did he work me into submission and pin my shoulder down to the mat? No he didn’t. All he did Tom, was stun me, knock the wind out of me and was able to roll me into a box. Now, I understand that this is hard for you to understand Tom cause a person like you has never been in the ring, but that thing I just explained, Getting knocked out, having your cage rattled a bit, happens some 20 times in a match. Hell, I momentary knocked out Scorpion some 10 times in that match, like did he to me. So Tom, his win, wasn’t all of that. All he managed to do was get a cheap a win, much like how Wilburman gets a cheap pop. Much like some pervert can get a easy score in a adult chat room. That win he picked up, means jack. The boys and girls in the back all know that. They have been there and they know, Scorpion, is a joke. Till he pins me in the middle of the ring, gets the 1,2,3 on me, he hasn’t proved shit, he hasn’t earned his dues. But I know a little glasses wearing fucker like you can’t handle the truth. And it’s assholes like you that is going to inflate his head to the size of the Hindenburg, and I’ll be right there to make sure it comes crashing down.”
“Well, in my book, a win is a win.”
“And your book is shit. Who the hell has read your book anyway”
“Scorpion is right, you swear to much.”
“And I bet you take it up the ass from him.”
Silence, most surely that will be edited out before this hits the TV.
“But he did get a win over you, and that is all that counts.”
“To some low life know it all like you, maybe. But to me, It is nothing.”
“Well, fine, have it your way.”
“Oh I will.” Chamber says,
“It’s no secret, that at the upcoming pay per view on the 15th, You want to fight Wilburman for the title that you once held. But, I have to say, that with the victory that Scorpion has over you, that he could say, that title shot is his, not yours.”
“That Tom, is not going to happen. Burn leg and all. I will not stop till I get my title back, And there is no one who can stop me. Not you, Not Cyril, Not Braun and NOT Scorpion. When the 15th rolls around, that title is good as mine.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. Okay, I will say that.”
“Say what you want, but on the 15th, I will prove you wrong. It’s just that simple.”
“Well we’re out of time, thanks for stopping by.”
Fade out back to the bus stop. Chamber flicks the cigarette out into the street to finish burning. Just then a cobalt blue 1968 Mustang pulls up and the driver side door swings open as Cobalt steps out with a look of shock on her face.
“ Steve? What ta fook are ye doin’ outside smokin a cigarette no less, are ye daff?” Cobalt looks into Chambers bloodshot blue eyes . Instinctively she knows her brother isn’t alright , she can see the anger in his eyes . The smoking isn’t a good sign either , that means he’s in pain and fighting it.
“ What do you care anyway Raven. Your never around anymore , it’s not like you give a shit.”
“ That’s where your wrong lad , I do care . As much as I hate ye sometimes and hold one hell of a grudge against ye, yer still me brother and I still love ye big sorry arse. Blood is thicker than water , wither you choose to believe me or not that’s up to ye.
Chamber shakes his head thinking, then he looks up at her “ If you did care where the hell have you been the past four days?”
“ I’ve been with Draven dammit if ye must know. He had a deal where he could fight some dark matches , we’ve decided its time for him to get back into the swing of things . Besides I didna know I had to be around you 24-7 to be your babysitter and body guard. Hell knows ye’ve never done that for me.”
“ Well nice to see you too.”
Cobalt laughs “ Did I ever tell ye that your one sarcastic sonofabitch? “
“ So what brings you out here anyway......did you hear that I died or something?”
“ Well I was kinda hoping... but I knew it was to good ta be true. Besides it would take a natural disaster to bring you down , not someone like Scorpion. I watched that match , and damn that camera angle made it look like you were really hurt bad. I couldna take any chances I had to find out if you were okay .”
Chamber hold up his taped hand ” What do you think?”
“ Hmmmm (Cobalt looks at Chambers hand then pokes it with her finger ) That hurt ?”
“ Fuck you”
“ That hurt ?”
“ Fuck you”
“That hurt?”
“ Dammit Raven stop poking me yes it fucking hurts !”
“ Good had to check and make sure it just wasn’t some publicity stunt. ..... So big brother need a ride home?:”
“ I guess seeing that Julie is too busy to come out here and pick me up.”
Cobalt, being the good little sister that she is, gives her older bro a lift home as the scene fades to black.......................................
“MR. SINCLAIR! MR. SINCLAIR!” She exclaims, holding a tube of something above her head. Chamber just looks at her. The nurse stops, a sigh of relive comes. “Thank god your didn’t leave yet. You forgot your burn cream. And your girlfriend? called. She can’t pick you up because she is busy at the office.”
Chamber holds the cigarette in his mouth as he takes his burn cream and puts that in his shirt pocket.
“Thanks. That’s okay, I’ll take the bus.” He says as he removes the cigarette from his mouth.
“You know, you shouldn’t smoke, It’s bad for you. Could be the death of you.”
“Yeah, I know, Thanks.”
The nurse leaves after her little speech. Half of the cigarette is gone as Chamber waits for the bus. He checks the time, 2:30. He has a good 30 minutes yet so he sits down on the bench at the bus stop terminal. And ever so slowly, he finishes the cigarette. Time moves by slowly and not a soul is around. The last few days have been quite a trip. And a lot of shit has gone down,. First, he was mad,...no pissed, no,....like ultra mega bitchy with a yearning to verbally assault anyone in sight, and damn, these drugs that they have now a days, really works wonders. That gave him some time to think, and sort things out.
Chamber lights another cigarette and begins to think....
“Well lets see. I got fucked again. First time was my match with Wilburman, this time Amy changing the match at the last second. How nice. And here I am, all burned up, fucking almost lost my hand. Now, I can’t work, that’s what the doctors say anyways. But I doubt that I will listen to them. So here I am, going to go back to work and telling them, that I am okay. And maybe bitch that they didn’t even bother to call or check up on me. Been told I am good at bitching, so might as well use what I have. Seeing that I am there, I might sit down with Tom Prince.... yeah, and tell him a piece of my mind. Cause I have a lot on my mind. I can picture it now........Going something like this...”
Fade to the IWA offices, Chamber sitting in a chair with Tom Prince next to him on a real cheesy set too with a dull boring back drop behind them. His hand taped up, his leg taped up, his hair hacked short, and maybe sitting a little uncomfortable because he has wounds on his back from the barbwire. But nobody seems to care because like Cyril he too is a mega star .
Tom Prince begins.
“Hello here with me today is the badly burnt , bruised, battered, but not beaten Chamber. A former IWA World Heavyweight champion.” Tom turns towards Chamber. “Hello Chamber, thanks for taking time out of your rehab to join us today.”
“Whatever.”
Tom turns back to the camera. “If you missed it, last Sunday on Sacrifice in a Daylight match with Scorpion, Chamber was burned..... 3rd degree burns from what I understand. (Chamber nods his head yes as he looks at the floor waiting for Tom to shut up.) and ultimately lost the match to the newest superstar, The mega power house of a man, maybe monster, hell he maybe a machine that Scorpion.” Tom turns back towards Chamber. “How are you? And how bad are your burns?”
“I’m okay, 3rd degree burns Tom, what do you think?”
“Well, I guess the most important question is, How long will you be out for?”
“Not long, My doctor wants me out for like 3 to 4 months, but I said no way. Hell, If I had my way, I would be back in the ring next week. I heard Braun is back in town, maybe I’ll pay him a visit.”
“3 to 4 months! Wow! Must be serious!”
“3rd fucking degree Tom...Aren’t you listening to me? Ever hear of Miracle Ear?”
“Your loss to Scorpion....He seems to making a huge impact on the fed. He took down the biggest man that there is. How do you feel about that?”
Chamber licks his lips. He swivels in his chair looking right through Tom. “Lets get one thing straight. Scorpions little win on Sunday, didn’t prove shit. He might have had his hand raised at the end of the match, But did he beat me? Did he work me into submission and pin my shoulder down to the mat? No he didn’t. All he did Tom, was stun me, knock the wind out of me and was able to roll me into a box. Now, I understand that this is hard for you to understand Tom cause a person like you has never been in the ring, but that thing I just explained, Getting knocked out, having your cage rattled a bit, happens some 20 times in a match. Hell, I momentary knocked out Scorpion some 10 times in that match, like did he to me. So Tom, his win, wasn’t all of that. All he managed to do was get a cheap a win, much like how Wilburman gets a cheap pop. Much like some pervert can get a easy score in a adult chat room. That win he picked up, means jack. The boys and girls in the back all know that. They have been there and they know, Scorpion, is a joke. Till he pins me in the middle of the ring, gets the 1,2,3 on me, he hasn’t proved shit, he hasn’t earned his dues. But I know a little glasses wearing fucker like you can’t handle the truth. And it’s assholes like you that is going to inflate his head to the size of the Hindenburg, and I’ll be right there to make sure it comes crashing down.”
“Well, in my book, a win is a win.”
“And your book is shit. Who the hell has read your book anyway”
“Scorpion is right, you swear to much.”
“And I bet you take it up the ass from him.”
Silence, most surely that will be edited out before this hits the TV.
“But he did get a win over you, and that is all that counts.”
“To some low life know it all like you, maybe. But to me, It is nothing.”
“Well, fine, have it your way.”
“Oh I will.” Chamber says,
“It’s no secret, that at the upcoming pay per view on the 15th, You want to fight Wilburman for the title that you once held. But, I have to say, that with the victory that Scorpion has over you, that he could say, that title shot is his, not yours.”
“That Tom, is not going to happen. Burn leg and all. I will not stop till I get my title back, And there is no one who can stop me. Not you, Not Cyril, Not Braun and NOT Scorpion. When the 15th rolls around, that title is good as mine.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. Okay, I will say that.”
“Say what you want, but on the 15th, I will prove you wrong. It’s just that simple.”
“Well we’re out of time, thanks for stopping by.”
Fade out back to the bus stop. Chamber flicks the cigarette out into the street to finish burning. Just then a cobalt blue 1968 Mustang pulls up and the driver side door swings open as Cobalt steps out with a look of shock on her face.
“ Steve? What ta fook are ye doin’ outside smokin a cigarette no less, are ye daff?” Cobalt looks into Chambers bloodshot blue eyes . Instinctively she knows her brother isn’t alright , she can see the anger in his eyes . The smoking isn’t a good sign either , that means he’s in pain and fighting it.
“ What do you care anyway Raven. Your never around anymore , it’s not like you give a shit.”
“ That’s where your wrong lad , I do care . As much as I hate ye sometimes and hold one hell of a grudge against ye, yer still me brother and I still love ye big sorry arse. Blood is thicker than water , wither you choose to believe me or not that’s up to ye.
Chamber shakes his head thinking, then he looks up at her “ If you did care where the hell have you been the past four days?”
“ I’ve been with Draven dammit if ye must know. He had a deal where he could fight some dark matches , we’ve decided its time for him to get back into the swing of things . Besides I didna know I had to be around you 24-7 to be your babysitter and body guard. Hell knows ye’ve never done that for me.”
“ Well nice to see you too.”
Cobalt laughs “ Did I ever tell ye that your one sarcastic sonofabitch? “
“ So what brings you out here anyway......did you hear that I died or something?”
“ Well I was kinda hoping... but I knew it was to good ta be true. Besides it would take a natural disaster to bring you down , not someone like Scorpion. I watched that match , and damn that camera angle made it look like you were really hurt bad. I couldna take any chances I had to find out if you were okay .”
Chamber hold up his taped hand ” What do you think?”
“ Hmmmm (Cobalt looks at Chambers hand then pokes it with her finger ) That hurt ?”
“ Fuck you”
“ That hurt ?”
“ Fuck you”
“That hurt?”
“ Dammit Raven stop poking me yes it fucking hurts !”
“ Good had to check and make sure it just wasn’t some publicity stunt. ..... So big brother need a ride home?:”
“ I guess seeing that Julie is too busy to come out here and pick me up.”
Cobalt, being the good little sister that she is, gives her older bro a lift home as the scene fades to black.......................................