Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:35:19 GMT
The door opens from the gym down at the local Gold’s gym and one happy Chamber walks through the door way wearing a pair of light blue starter shorts. He’s all sweaty and has a small swagger to his walk. And is some amused too. With a towel hanging off his shoulder, Chamber walks into the locker room. He walks over to his locker and opens it where his two IWA Championship titles hang with pride. Chamber takes the towel and whips his face off. He sits down at the bench. He chuckles a bit even though his god damn MSN Messenger won’t fucking sing in when he was in middle of a very important chat with some one. God damn Bill Gates, I tell ya. Chamber lays the towel on his lap and whips his legs down. As he runs the towel down his leg, he check out his scar from the burn that Scorpion gave him.
“Ummmm” He says. “I wonder where he went to anyways.” He says.
Chamber whips down his chest and then throws the towel down on the floor. He thinks back to the tape he watched before his work out. He chuckles again.
“What a pisser.” He says. And who is this pisser? You ask. It’s his partner for this Sunday, Caligula. For once, there is someone who hates Wilburman has much as he does. Except, Chamber has beaten Wilburman........
But none the less. Doesn’t mean he isn’t trying.
“The emperor of hardcore. Mad Cyril’s old running mate. And a man who I beat a few weeks ago cause he was ready for the next level. And here we are. Both holding a grudge against Wilburman. I don’t think I ever stood on the balcony butt naked and yelled Fuck you Wilburman though. But still, We share a common goal. And that’s pretty cool. You know, I’m just in a good mood, unlike that tosser The Matt who can’t even beat a jobber.”
Chamber stand sup and reaches in his locker.
“All week long, behind the scenes. I have been asked a thousand times it feel likes....Oh, Matt, that is 4 zeros’. What is my plan for Wilburman in this match for Sunday. First, you have you and Caligula against Wilburman and who ever he can dig up. Which looks like it’s going to pain full too. Arnold? Come on Will. I swear you have some friends. Can’t you find some one better?”
Chamber pulls out wallet and car keys along with the two championship titles. He throws one over each shoulder and slowly closes his locker.
“The reason for this match, isn’t to bring in a guest partner for Wilburman. It has nothing to do with any of the championships or even has anything to do with Caligula and his match with Wilburman at the PPV. I asked for this match to simply hurt Wilburman. Fucker cost me a match and pay back is what he will get. It was just going to be him and me, but with the PPV just a week away, I figured, Hell, I would love to see Wilburman lose two weeks in a row.” Chamber says with a chuckle in his voice.
Why won’t this piece of shit sign in. I’m fucking connect to the internet asshole. All I fucking wanted to do was check my mail! Is that asking to much?
Anyways. Chamber starts to make his way towards the door.
“And so that is what will go down. That’s what the match is all about and that is what you can pretty much expect to see. Caligula and I kicking Wilburman’s ass all over that ring. And why do we do this, well me anyways? Cause that is what I do the best.”
Chamber opens the door and starts to make his way out of the gym.
“While Wilburman rolls his chubby ass in that pile of money and sucks Bill Gate’s dick and builds airports in places that no one wants to go to, I am getting ready, for Sunday, and for the PPV. Which is what I want to talk about next.”
Chamber is at the front door. He opens it and steps out in the nice warm summer day of Seattle. His truck is parked right there in the font. He steps up to it, opens the door and tosses the titles in it on the front seat there.
“Beach Blow out 2 or what ever the fuck it is 11 days away and I don’t have a match yet. All this “talent” here in the IWA and no one wants a shot. I would be a real shame if I would have to walk in the locker room at Beach Blowout 2 and drag someone’s carcass to the ring and hand them a title shot and kick their ass in front of everyone. That would be a real shame. I know I am great and the most powerful man in the IWA, but come on folks, I know some one out there would like a title shot. It’s for sure, The Dreamers wouldn’t want a tag team title shot again. Especially after the beating I gave them.”
Chamber step into the truck and closes the door.
“So, you know what? I sat down and did some thinking. Seeing that Nanook is looking to further himself in the IWA, I thought, Well hell. I know what I’ll do. So Nanook. I have a job for you. With the PPV coming up, it’s your first act of a interim commish to find me a opponent at the PPV. If you can do this and do a good job, then maybe we’ll see about making you the full time commish. And make sure Nanook.”
Chamber starts up the truck.
“It’s some good and some better than The Matt.” Chamber says with a smile and backs up the truck as he is about to go back to work..............................
“Ummmm” He says. “I wonder where he went to anyways.” He says.
Chamber whips down his chest and then throws the towel down on the floor. He thinks back to the tape he watched before his work out. He chuckles again.
“What a pisser.” He says. And who is this pisser? You ask. It’s his partner for this Sunday, Caligula. For once, there is someone who hates Wilburman has much as he does. Except, Chamber has beaten Wilburman........
But none the less. Doesn’t mean he isn’t trying.
“The emperor of hardcore. Mad Cyril’s old running mate. And a man who I beat a few weeks ago cause he was ready for the next level. And here we are. Both holding a grudge against Wilburman. I don’t think I ever stood on the balcony butt naked and yelled Fuck you Wilburman though. But still, We share a common goal. And that’s pretty cool. You know, I’m just in a good mood, unlike that tosser The Matt who can’t even beat a jobber.”
Chamber stand sup and reaches in his locker.
“All week long, behind the scenes. I have been asked a thousand times it feel likes....Oh, Matt, that is 4 zeros’. What is my plan for Wilburman in this match for Sunday. First, you have you and Caligula against Wilburman and who ever he can dig up. Which looks like it’s going to pain full too. Arnold? Come on Will. I swear you have some friends. Can’t you find some one better?”
Chamber pulls out wallet and car keys along with the two championship titles. He throws one over each shoulder and slowly closes his locker.
“The reason for this match, isn’t to bring in a guest partner for Wilburman. It has nothing to do with any of the championships or even has anything to do with Caligula and his match with Wilburman at the PPV. I asked for this match to simply hurt Wilburman. Fucker cost me a match and pay back is what he will get. It was just going to be him and me, but with the PPV just a week away, I figured, Hell, I would love to see Wilburman lose two weeks in a row.” Chamber says with a chuckle in his voice.
Why won’t this piece of shit sign in. I’m fucking connect to the internet asshole. All I fucking wanted to do was check my mail! Is that asking to much?
Anyways. Chamber starts to make his way towards the door.
“And so that is what will go down. That’s what the match is all about and that is what you can pretty much expect to see. Caligula and I kicking Wilburman’s ass all over that ring. And why do we do this, well me anyways? Cause that is what I do the best.”
Chamber opens the door and starts to make his way out of the gym.
“While Wilburman rolls his chubby ass in that pile of money and sucks Bill Gate’s dick and builds airports in places that no one wants to go to, I am getting ready, for Sunday, and for the PPV. Which is what I want to talk about next.”
Chamber is at the front door. He opens it and steps out in the nice warm summer day of Seattle. His truck is parked right there in the font. He steps up to it, opens the door and tosses the titles in it on the front seat there.
“Beach Blow out 2 or what ever the fuck it is 11 days away and I don’t have a match yet. All this “talent” here in the IWA and no one wants a shot. I would be a real shame if I would have to walk in the locker room at Beach Blowout 2 and drag someone’s carcass to the ring and hand them a title shot and kick their ass in front of everyone. That would be a real shame. I know I am great and the most powerful man in the IWA, but come on folks, I know some one out there would like a title shot. It’s for sure, The Dreamers wouldn’t want a tag team title shot again. Especially after the beating I gave them.”
Chamber step into the truck and closes the door.
“So, you know what? I sat down and did some thinking. Seeing that Nanook is looking to further himself in the IWA, I thought, Well hell. I know what I’ll do. So Nanook. I have a job for you. With the PPV coming up, it’s your first act of a interim commish to find me a opponent at the PPV. If you can do this and do a good job, then maybe we’ll see about making you the full time commish. And make sure Nanook.”
Chamber starts up the truck.
“It’s some good and some better than The Matt.” Chamber says with a smile and backs up the truck as he is about to go back to work..............................