Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:21:19 GMT
After the camera have stopped. I know, we have seen this hundreds of times before, But damn, shit happens and this is the best place for the steam to be released.
Anyways. A very irate Chamber is lurking in the back parts of the arena waiting for his little sister to show her face. In fact, He is parked on top of her car, her vintage 1967 Ford Shelbey GT 350 fastback, The one with the 428 Super Cobra Jet in it, four on the floor, Cobalt blue, yeah, That one. Anyways, there he is, Pissed off, waiting for her favorite sister in the wide whole world to show up.
The IWA tag team title lays on the hood of the car. Chamber leans up on the car, his arms crossed, tapping his foot on the ground, He hasn’t even taken a shower yet and his hair is a mess with the dried blood in it.
Off in the distance, walking his way, is the new comer to the IWA, Donnie Cole who got a huge win over Mad Cyril. He really hasn’t meet the guy, he has heard very little about him too, and right now, Chamber is no mood to meet him either, but here he comes none the less. Maybe, He’ll just keep walking or something. And, every been in a place where, you see someone walking towards you, You know they are going to say something and you wish they wouldn’t, Well, this is the same case. And with every step that Donnie takes, Chamber knows it is coming, And he knows Donnie will saying something, just because he knows who Chamber is. Plus, you know, they work together, so uh, and to make matters harder, his buddy with him.
Finally, the time has come, Donnie is within 2 feet of Chamber, Chamber looks up at him, and their eyes connect. Cole stops, raises his hand in a wave type of deal, Chamber just nods his head a bit in return.
“Hey Brotha, Great match tonight!” Donnie Cole says.
“Dude, You be huge!” Tommy says.
Chamber gives them a cold blank stare.
“Dude, what's up with your sis? I mean, Damn, family is blood, if I had a sis, it would never happen Brotha....you two need to sort it, and pronto...” Cole says.
“Yeah, I plan on that.” Chamber says, Just then, Cole spots the tag belt laying on the hood of the car. Chamber catches him eyeing it.
“Yeah, You beat Cyril’s ass tonight right?” Chamber says
“Damn straight I beat his ass. He is now officially my bitch. But trust me, things ain't over yet. Not by a long way. Dude, I swear, we'll be in the squared square dancing with each other again soon....Much like Optimus Prime and Megatron when I get him re-instated to the transformers...” Cole says.
Chamber rubs his chin, Not a huge fan of the Transformers, but he knows Cyril is not huge on losing, especially after new comer waltz’s in and beat him at his own game. “So, I take it you like beating Cyril’s ass huh?’
“Like it? Brotha, if I enjoyed it anymore, it would contend with my enjoyment of owning midgets and laughing at them. Its a rush dude, and I love a rush. Especially seeing as he is no more than a manc bastard who from somewhere has got the impression he can wrestle.”
“Love a rush huh, Hey, I have something for you then, A little....I don’t know, a little something. I’ll give you something, but you have to promise me to keep Cyril busy as my plate is a little full right now. I don’t care how you do it, and you can keep it too. What ya say?”
“Give me something eh? Well, if it means I get to kick Cyril's ass, I need no more reason than my personal pleasure in doing so. But something in reward? Well, another midget could help me out in my mission I suppose....”
“This is much better than a retarded midget. This is what Cyril wants, something he desires and will do anything to get it!” Chamber growls.
“Anything you say? Well dude, don't keep me waiting, what the hell is it? A white wine spritser? God only knows he drinks enough pansy assed drinks, so I guess he may want that...Come on Brotha, don't keep a dude in suspension!!!”
“Okay!” Chamber picks up the tag team title, making sure to scratch Cobalt’s hood to her car. He holds it up for Donnie to see and holds it out towards him, Donnie grabs it with his right hand, But Chamber didn’t let go, not yet.
“Promise?” Chamber pretty much demands.
“Brotha, you got your self a deal. I mean, Gold, in return for keeping Cyril pre occupied? Dude, you know I can handle that. He's already my bitch, it just means I can slap him around even more!”
Chamber lets go of the title. “Don’t fuck me, Or I will find you.” Chamber says with a sense with the death to Donnie if he failed.
“Fuck you, eh? Interesting concept dude, but why would I? I mean, you give me a reason to kick Cyril's ass, and give me gold as well? Dude, if anything, I owe you. So, let me say this one thing. Your back is covered Brotha!”
“Yeah.” Chamber says. Donnie nods to Chamber as if saying thanks. Soon, they are gone and Cobalt has yet to show up at her car. It is now close to a hour after the show, and everyone has left, or so he thinks.
“Damn you Raven, You can dish it out but can’t take it! Maybe not tonight, NOT tomorrow, But I will find you! And we WILL settle t his shit! Remember, I know where you live! And, Dear little Wilburman, This time, the head office in the IWA protected your ass, But next time, That title will be mine! And you know it!”
Chamber stands up off of Cobalt’s car and walks away in a very foul mood. But, The that inverted pile driver Final Call move leaves a fuzzy feeling in his belly for the night..................................................
Anyways. A very irate Chamber is lurking in the back parts of the arena waiting for his little sister to show her face. In fact, He is parked on top of her car, her vintage 1967 Ford Shelbey GT 350 fastback, The one with the 428 Super Cobra Jet in it, four on the floor, Cobalt blue, yeah, That one. Anyways, there he is, Pissed off, waiting for her favorite sister in the wide whole world to show up.
The IWA tag team title lays on the hood of the car. Chamber leans up on the car, his arms crossed, tapping his foot on the ground, He hasn’t even taken a shower yet and his hair is a mess with the dried blood in it.
Off in the distance, walking his way, is the new comer to the IWA, Donnie Cole who got a huge win over Mad Cyril. He really hasn’t meet the guy, he has heard very little about him too, and right now, Chamber is no mood to meet him either, but here he comes none the less. Maybe, He’ll just keep walking or something. And, every been in a place where, you see someone walking towards you, You know they are going to say something and you wish they wouldn’t, Well, this is the same case. And with every step that Donnie takes, Chamber knows it is coming, And he knows Donnie will saying something, just because he knows who Chamber is. Plus, you know, they work together, so uh, and to make matters harder, his buddy with him.
Finally, the time has come, Donnie is within 2 feet of Chamber, Chamber looks up at him, and their eyes connect. Cole stops, raises his hand in a wave type of deal, Chamber just nods his head a bit in return.
“Hey Brotha, Great match tonight!” Donnie Cole says.
“Dude, You be huge!” Tommy says.
Chamber gives them a cold blank stare.
“Dude, what's up with your sis? I mean, Damn, family is blood, if I had a sis, it would never happen Brotha....you two need to sort it, and pronto...” Cole says.
“Yeah, I plan on that.” Chamber says, Just then, Cole spots the tag belt laying on the hood of the car. Chamber catches him eyeing it.
“Yeah, You beat Cyril’s ass tonight right?” Chamber says
“Damn straight I beat his ass. He is now officially my bitch. But trust me, things ain't over yet. Not by a long way. Dude, I swear, we'll be in the squared square dancing with each other again soon....Much like Optimus Prime and Megatron when I get him re-instated to the transformers...” Cole says.
Chamber rubs his chin, Not a huge fan of the Transformers, but he knows Cyril is not huge on losing, especially after new comer waltz’s in and beat him at his own game. “So, I take it you like beating Cyril’s ass huh?’
“Like it? Brotha, if I enjoyed it anymore, it would contend with my enjoyment of owning midgets and laughing at them. Its a rush dude, and I love a rush. Especially seeing as he is no more than a manc bastard who from somewhere has got the impression he can wrestle.”
“Love a rush huh, Hey, I have something for you then, A little....I don’t know, a little something. I’ll give you something, but you have to promise me to keep Cyril busy as my plate is a little full right now. I don’t care how you do it, and you can keep it too. What ya say?”
“Give me something eh? Well, if it means I get to kick Cyril's ass, I need no more reason than my personal pleasure in doing so. But something in reward? Well, another midget could help me out in my mission I suppose....”
“This is much better than a retarded midget. This is what Cyril wants, something he desires and will do anything to get it!” Chamber growls.
“Anything you say? Well dude, don't keep me waiting, what the hell is it? A white wine spritser? God only knows he drinks enough pansy assed drinks, so I guess he may want that...Come on Brotha, don't keep a dude in suspension!!!”
“Okay!” Chamber picks up the tag team title, making sure to scratch Cobalt’s hood to her car. He holds it up for Donnie to see and holds it out towards him, Donnie grabs it with his right hand, But Chamber didn’t let go, not yet.
“Promise?” Chamber pretty much demands.
“Brotha, you got your self a deal. I mean, Gold, in return for keeping Cyril pre occupied? Dude, you know I can handle that. He's already my bitch, it just means I can slap him around even more!”
Chamber lets go of the title. “Don’t fuck me, Or I will find you.” Chamber says with a sense with the death to Donnie if he failed.
“Fuck you, eh? Interesting concept dude, but why would I? I mean, you give me a reason to kick Cyril's ass, and give me gold as well? Dude, if anything, I owe you. So, let me say this one thing. Your back is covered Brotha!”
“Yeah.” Chamber says. Donnie nods to Chamber as if saying thanks. Soon, they are gone and Cobalt has yet to show up at her car. It is now close to a hour after the show, and everyone has left, or so he thinks.
“Damn you Raven, You can dish it out but can’t take it! Maybe not tonight, NOT tomorrow, But I will find you! And we WILL settle t his shit! Remember, I know where you live! And, Dear little Wilburman, This time, the head office in the IWA protected your ass, But next time, That title will be mine! And you know it!”
Chamber stands up off of Cobalt’s car and walks away in a very foul mood. But, The that inverted pile driver Final Call move leaves a fuzzy feeling in his belly for the night..................................................