Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:29:03 GMT
“Do you know who I am?” Chamber growls into the cell phone on his private jet from the states to the “outback”. He is alone in this jet too, a concord no less, that he borrowed from Sinclair Inc. The joys of coming from a rich family.
“I don’t care what you do, how you do it or how much it costs. If the gutters those fuckers sold me are shit, send them back and get the good stuff. Don’t cheat me and fuck me at the same time. Fix it.” Chamber says. Comes to find out, that the nearly 2 miles of rain gutters he bought for his hotel slash casino slash Mall are shit. A truck load of cheap worthless metal that he would have to replace after one year. Good thing his on site supervisor is a good man and knows what shit is when he see’s it.
“Okay. That is fine, just fix it. And one thing. Find that Wilbur fellow that sold me that shit, find out what else he soaked me for and replace it, then fire his ass! If he can’t do a job that I require for him to do, he can go live out on the streets with Draven.” Chamber says. It’s good to be king.
Chamber listens to the man he left in charge who he has complete faith in.
“Ok man. Very good. I’ll see you in five days time. Bye.” Chamber says then closes his cell phone thus turning it off. Chamber looks out the window and takes in......well nothing. Chamber reclines in his chair, didn’t know private jets have recliners did ya? Chamber then puts his hands behind his head after he loosens his tie. The two championship titles lay in the chair next to him. Sun rays poke through the windows and make those titles shine like a new Harley fresh off the boat from Japan.
“Blondi Beach....Can’t wait. I will face a mystery opponent that my good old buddy Nanook has set up. And I have faith in him as out bidding commissioner has set up all by himself. I don’t know weather to be happy, or scared....well, that never happens anyways. I fell like a young kid running down the stairs on Christmas morning to see the tree packed with all kinds of presents. The joys of Santa on that morning is enough to make any kid, including The Matt cream their panties then put then on dirtybids.com for sale next to Monica’s cumed soaked black thongs for 20 bucks. Or next to some dudes wife's first ever gangbang on tape as she takes on 20 black dudes with 15 foot cocks and all cream her face with the Oreo stuffing from god. But I am looking forward to this match, for many reasons. One, I haven’t been to Austria in a long time and two, I get to kick someone else's ass beside Wilburman. I think the only thing I’ll miss is hurting Wilburman. But, hopefully Caligula will do that.”
Chamber undoes the tie and throws it across the plane.
“Well...maybe not. I mean, After all, It was him that made me lose Sunday. Fucking Arnie. What kind of shit was that? The ref in the end of the match. Fucking Nanook was the ref...But that is okay. I won’t cry my eyes try like The Matt after a beating he’ll get once again. I have big shoulders. And Wilburman’s little victory after how many ass beatings I gave him doesn’t mean crap. Besides, It’s not like he pinned me, and that is something he just can’t do. And in a few hours, I’ll be landing, ready to take on the world. So bring it on Nanook. Hell get Amy to help you. Pick someone that might have a change, cause, they won’t. And you can take that to the bank.”
Chamber chuckles like a cocky son of a bitch and slowly the scene fades to black. as his cell phone rings again. He answers it.
“Oh..HI babe!”...................................................................
“I don’t care what you do, how you do it or how much it costs. If the gutters those fuckers sold me are shit, send them back and get the good stuff. Don’t cheat me and fuck me at the same time. Fix it.” Chamber says. Comes to find out, that the nearly 2 miles of rain gutters he bought for his hotel slash casino slash Mall are shit. A truck load of cheap worthless metal that he would have to replace after one year. Good thing his on site supervisor is a good man and knows what shit is when he see’s it.
“Okay. That is fine, just fix it. And one thing. Find that Wilbur fellow that sold me that shit, find out what else he soaked me for and replace it, then fire his ass! If he can’t do a job that I require for him to do, he can go live out on the streets with Draven.” Chamber says. It’s good to be king.
Chamber listens to the man he left in charge who he has complete faith in.
“Ok man. Very good. I’ll see you in five days time. Bye.” Chamber says then closes his cell phone thus turning it off. Chamber looks out the window and takes in......well nothing. Chamber reclines in his chair, didn’t know private jets have recliners did ya? Chamber then puts his hands behind his head after he loosens his tie. The two championship titles lay in the chair next to him. Sun rays poke through the windows and make those titles shine like a new Harley fresh off the boat from Japan.
“Blondi Beach....Can’t wait. I will face a mystery opponent that my good old buddy Nanook has set up. And I have faith in him as out bidding commissioner has set up all by himself. I don’t know weather to be happy, or scared....well, that never happens anyways. I fell like a young kid running down the stairs on Christmas morning to see the tree packed with all kinds of presents. The joys of Santa on that morning is enough to make any kid, including The Matt cream their panties then put then on dirtybids.com for sale next to Monica’s cumed soaked black thongs for 20 bucks. Or next to some dudes wife's first ever gangbang on tape as she takes on 20 black dudes with 15 foot cocks and all cream her face with the Oreo stuffing from god. But I am looking forward to this match, for many reasons. One, I haven’t been to Austria in a long time and two, I get to kick someone else's ass beside Wilburman. I think the only thing I’ll miss is hurting Wilburman. But, hopefully Caligula will do that.”
Chamber undoes the tie and throws it across the plane.
“Well...maybe not. I mean, After all, It was him that made me lose Sunday. Fucking Arnie. What kind of shit was that? The ref in the end of the match. Fucking Nanook was the ref...But that is okay. I won’t cry my eyes try like The Matt after a beating he’ll get once again. I have big shoulders. And Wilburman’s little victory after how many ass beatings I gave him doesn’t mean crap. Besides, It’s not like he pinned me, and that is something he just can’t do. And in a few hours, I’ll be landing, ready to take on the world. So bring it on Nanook. Hell get Amy to help you. Pick someone that might have a change, cause, they won’t. And you can take that to the bank.”
Chamber chuckles like a cocky son of a bitch and slowly the scene fades to black. as his cell phone rings again. He answers it.
“Oh..HI babe!”...................................................................