Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:40:06 GMT
“Remember me?” a man in a knight’s suit says as he sits on his steed of death that plagues the county side for the last 20 years. The morning of the 18, 1659 is a cold. Cold as a spring brook in the mist of winter. Mist flows freely from the nostrils of the beast that carry’s the man who rides into villages and brings death, murder, and rape with him. On his quest for complete control of the country side he rides into 6these villages. Little cottages and buildings made from hand, man hours put into these things of beauty. As the rest asleep unaware of what is awaiting for them on top of the crest of the hill.
He tightens his glove of steel. Sliding his fingers down into the tip a bit more, making sure he has the ultimate grip for his trust sword. He checks his other glove. He seems happy with the fit, should be as it’s the same suit he has been wearing for the last 20 years. A suit of honor, at one time, before he left the round table. On his own, trying to correct the wrongs of the world, which at times is a losing cause....Too bad the cause is just for his own pockets. And every dent, every mark and every rust spots tells a story, a story of many fights, battles and blood shed.
The beats stomps his hoof into the ground and breathes heavy as he awaits.
“Settle down Satan.” he says to calm his horse down. “Soon, it will be time.” He says again. The knight pulls out his trust sword. A mighty piece, and it better be.
“Here we go...may god have mercy....cause I WON’T!!!!” He says as he charges the village with a fury of thunder.......................................
Chamber shuts the book as he stands in the middle of Barnes and Noble on his day off.
“God, who wrote this shit? The Matt?” Chamber says as he slides the book back on the shelve. He picks up another, some Harry potter book. He opens it up and begins to read it. Never a Harry Potter fan, he has read a ton about him and wanted to know what it was all about. Ten seconds into it, he slams the book shut.
“God damn!” He says in middle of Barnes and Noble.
“That sounded just like the crap The Matt was saying yesterday.”
Chamber again puts the book back. His finger moves sown the shelve and he spots a book. A how to book on how to play in one of those RPG sites that is making big waves on the internet. Chamber, curious picks it up and skims through it.
“No shit. That is exactly what The Matt was saying the other day. Word for word. he must one hell of a memory. That’s all I can say.”
Chamber puts the book back. Kinda disappointed in it really. Chamber searches for a book. And after a while, he ends up in the autobiography section. Chamber stands there with his hand under his chin. He just stands there and thinks. Deep in thought, lost in thought.
“What in the World..” Chamber says
“Is this Wide...”Chamber says again
“Piece of Wonderfully done crap?” Chamber asks as he pulls out this thin little book. Maybe about 75 pages. It’s The Matt’s own book.
“The wonder boy amazes me once again by releasing a book of his own. Thin enough,....” Chamber says as he flips the book over to the front cover as he mug shot is on there and his thumb up in the air with the saying, “The Matt is good.”
“I wonder where he got that from?” Chamber says. He opens it up and begins to read.
“How to steal other people’s shit and get away with it? Just because it’s on tape doesn’t mean you can’t use it. Make a parody of it. Remember what your opponent says, does, acts and what not. And your in on easy street. There is no such thing as copy writing, hell this is only wrestling. I once remember when DX did this shit on the Nation on Raw once. That was some funny shit, all dressed up like them, even pulled some kid out off the streets. It was great. It was then when I decided, Hell I can do that. And here I am. A big player in this business. No one can stop me. No one.” Chamber reads out loud in middle of Barnes and Noble as a few shoppers stop and stare at him like he did something wrong. Chamber looks up and stares at them out of the corner of his eye.
“What you looking at old man?” Chamber growls, sounding like a bad ass, who just happens to be a bad ass. The old man looks down and walks away.
“Where was I?” Chamber says as he searches for his place in the book. “Oh yes. Right here. I find myself to be a funny guy. I don’t really have any talent. And even though I have changed my name many of times, I some how keep find a job. I never paid my dues, and I might some shit here and there, some over the top crap that it’s so over the top, there is no way it can be true. Like making 15 digits a week. Like who would ever believe a line of shit like that? But still, till this day, no one has never questioned that.”
Chamber makes a strange face. “Oh yeah?” he says. He then flips back to the copy write, which was about a year ago.
“Okay. I see then. Now, where was I again?” Chamber says as he scans down to where he left off.
“I am what they like to call a ratings winner. A grabber if you will. Even though I don’t, but it’s cool to say. Gives me pops. I like pops. The truth is, I have to do a lot of personal appearances to make ends meet cause I just don’t make enough in the ring. You can call it what ever you want to, but that is just what I have to do. I have no plans, and I have no future, cause lets face it, how far can a curtain jerker make?”
Chamber closes the book. “How true.” he says. He slides the book back on the shelve.
“Well, seeing he likes to play games and rip off other idea’s......” Chamber says as he walks away.
A bit later. Chamber walks into his apartment and walks over to his desk. He sits down, pushes the mouse to the computer out of the way. The radio is off, and so is the TV. Chamber reaches in his front pocket of his shirt and pulls out a folded piece of paper.
“Well, here we go. And lucky for me, I have his address.” Chamber says with a smile. Chamber then pulls out a fresh piece of paper and a pen. he begins to write.
Dear Matt. sorry The Matt.
Dear The Matt.
Hey yo. I know what your thinking, That this is Scott Hall, but it’s not. This is Steve Sinclair. You might know me better as Chamber. I know, settle down now. This isn’t any fan mail, or a letter that I write to my self to make myself feel better. Cause frankly your not worth it. I just wanted to drop you a line, and make you feel special by having a letter delivered to your place. I have taken a few minutes out of my busy day to send something your way. And I had to squeeze to make this time, so cherish it. Probably won’t happen again. No, I know for a fact that it won’t happen again. You see. I wanted to tell you that your little rip off bit on Draven just wasn’t funny. In fact, it made you look like fool. A little foolish boy who just doesn’t know shit about shit. And I suggest you sit down and watch the master and learn a few pointers. I watched your losing cause against HP Nelson and how can I say this? I guess I shouldn’t sugar coat it and just tell you straight up. You suck. I know you wrote that in your book, but I think it has more weight if I tell you so. Your match looked like blind masturbating monkeys in the dark trying to feel each other up. And if you ever think that kind of performance is ever going to get a shot at any title in the IWA, well, you are sadly mistaken. You can stand there and say just how great you are, but the truth is, we all know just how “great” you are. And I use the term great loosely. In fact, I think it’s time for you to go back to drawing board there and see if you can think something up better. And for the love of god, drop the “The” in your name. The Matt just sounds gay. Matt sounds better and adds some intellengence to you at the same time. Drop the Rock act. It just doesn’t work man. Anyways, the real reason why I wrote you.
The bit on Draven. Yeah, real funny. Taking what the poor man sat up all night and thought up on his own. I might not see eye to eye with him, but I have to hand it to him that he does get some great idea’s. And well, you just using and saying basically what he said was just plain stupid. And what point was you trying to make other than playing yourself has if you had money and not being related to me? The only I got out of the deal was that you can’t think for yourself, which could explain why you stink in the ring. I could care less what reason you have as to why. But your the one who has to deal with Draven come Sunday, not me, and I can tell you that he is fired up. More like pissed off. And when he kicks you ass and slaps your shoulders on the mat and gets the win over you, You can walk to the back and say, “I told you so.”
I hope you enjoy your stay here in the IWA, I really do. But with your dreams of ever getting me in the ring and trying to take my title away from me, I can say, it will never happen. The buy rate on that match would just stink, not to mention I would have to carry your ass through the match. And I just wouldn’t do that for you.
Standing far away and laughing at you
Chamber
the IWA World Heavyweight champion and IWA World Tag Team champion.
Remember that.
He tightens his glove of steel. Sliding his fingers down into the tip a bit more, making sure he has the ultimate grip for his trust sword. He checks his other glove. He seems happy with the fit, should be as it’s the same suit he has been wearing for the last 20 years. A suit of honor, at one time, before he left the round table. On his own, trying to correct the wrongs of the world, which at times is a losing cause....Too bad the cause is just for his own pockets. And every dent, every mark and every rust spots tells a story, a story of many fights, battles and blood shed.
The beats stomps his hoof into the ground and breathes heavy as he awaits.
“Settle down Satan.” he says to calm his horse down. “Soon, it will be time.” He says again. The knight pulls out his trust sword. A mighty piece, and it better be.
“Here we go...may god have mercy....cause I WON’T!!!!” He says as he charges the village with a fury of thunder.......................................
Chamber shuts the book as he stands in the middle of Barnes and Noble on his day off.
“God, who wrote this shit? The Matt?” Chamber says as he slides the book back on the shelve. He picks up another, some Harry potter book. He opens it up and begins to read it. Never a Harry Potter fan, he has read a ton about him and wanted to know what it was all about. Ten seconds into it, he slams the book shut.
“God damn!” He says in middle of Barnes and Noble.
“That sounded just like the crap The Matt was saying yesterday.”
Chamber again puts the book back. His finger moves sown the shelve and he spots a book. A how to book on how to play in one of those RPG sites that is making big waves on the internet. Chamber, curious picks it up and skims through it.
“No shit. That is exactly what The Matt was saying the other day. Word for word. he must one hell of a memory. That’s all I can say.”
Chamber puts the book back. Kinda disappointed in it really. Chamber searches for a book. And after a while, he ends up in the autobiography section. Chamber stands there with his hand under his chin. He just stands there and thinks. Deep in thought, lost in thought.
“What in the World..” Chamber says
“Is this Wide...”Chamber says again
“Piece of Wonderfully done crap?” Chamber asks as he pulls out this thin little book. Maybe about 75 pages. It’s The Matt’s own book.
“The wonder boy amazes me once again by releasing a book of his own. Thin enough,....” Chamber says as he flips the book over to the front cover as he mug shot is on there and his thumb up in the air with the saying, “The Matt is good.”
“I wonder where he got that from?” Chamber says. He opens it up and begins to read.
“How to steal other people’s shit and get away with it? Just because it’s on tape doesn’t mean you can’t use it. Make a parody of it. Remember what your opponent says, does, acts and what not. And your in on easy street. There is no such thing as copy writing, hell this is only wrestling. I once remember when DX did this shit on the Nation on Raw once. That was some funny shit, all dressed up like them, even pulled some kid out off the streets. It was great. It was then when I decided, Hell I can do that. And here I am. A big player in this business. No one can stop me. No one.” Chamber reads out loud in middle of Barnes and Noble as a few shoppers stop and stare at him like he did something wrong. Chamber looks up and stares at them out of the corner of his eye.
“What you looking at old man?” Chamber growls, sounding like a bad ass, who just happens to be a bad ass. The old man looks down and walks away.
“Where was I?” Chamber says as he searches for his place in the book. “Oh yes. Right here. I find myself to be a funny guy. I don’t really have any talent. And even though I have changed my name many of times, I some how keep find a job. I never paid my dues, and I might some shit here and there, some over the top crap that it’s so over the top, there is no way it can be true. Like making 15 digits a week. Like who would ever believe a line of shit like that? But still, till this day, no one has never questioned that.”
Chamber makes a strange face. “Oh yeah?” he says. He then flips back to the copy write, which was about a year ago.
“Okay. I see then. Now, where was I again?” Chamber says as he scans down to where he left off.
“I am what they like to call a ratings winner. A grabber if you will. Even though I don’t, but it’s cool to say. Gives me pops. I like pops. The truth is, I have to do a lot of personal appearances to make ends meet cause I just don’t make enough in the ring. You can call it what ever you want to, but that is just what I have to do. I have no plans, and I have no future, cause lets face it, how far can a curtain jerker make?”
Chamber closes the book. “How true.” he says. He slides the book back on the shelve.
“Well, seeing he likes to play games and rip off other idea’s......” Chamber says as he walks away.
A bit later. Chamber walks into his apartment and walks over to his desk. He sits down, pushes the mouse to the computer out of the way. The radio is off, and so is the TV. Chamber reaches in his front pocket of his shirt and pulls out a folded piece of paper.
“Well, here we go. And lucky for me, I have his address.” Chamber says with a smile. Chamber then pulls out a fresh piece of paper and a pen. he begins to write.
Dear Matt. sorry The Matt.
Dear The Matt.
Hey yo. I know what your thinking, That this is Scott Hall, but it’s not. This is Steve Sinclair. You might know me better as Chamber. I know, settle down now. This isn’t any fan mail, or a letter that I write to my self to make myself feel better. Cause frankly your not worth it. I just wanted to drop you a line, and make you feel special by having a letter delivered to your place. I have taken a few minutes out of my busy day to send something your way. And I had to squeeze to make this time, so cherish it. Probably won’t happen again. No, I know for a fact that it won’t happen again. You see. I wanted to tell you that your little rip off bit on Draven just wasn’t funny. In fact, it made you look like fool. A little foolish boy who just doesn’t know shit about shit. And I suggest you sit down and watch the master and learn a few pointers. I watched your losing cause against HP Nelson and how can I say this? I guess I shouldn’t sugar coat it and just tell you straight up. You suck. I know you wrote that in your book, but I think it has more weight if I tell you so. Your match looked like blind masturbating monkeys in the dark trying to feel each other up. And if you ever think that kind of performance is ever going to get a shot at any title in the IWA, well, you are sadly mistaken. You can stand there and say just how great you are, but the truth is, we all know just how “great” you are. And I use the term great loosely. In fact, I think it’s time for you to go back to drawing board there and see if you can think something up better. And for the love of god, drop the “The” in your name. The Matt just sounds gay. Matt sounds better and adds some intellengence to you at the same time. Drop the Rock act. It just doesn’t work man. Anyways, the real reason why I wrote you.
The bit on Draven. Yeah, real funny. Taking what the poor man sat up all night and thought up on his own. I might not see eye to eye with him, but I have to hand it to him that he does get some great idea’s. And well, you just using and saying basically what he said was just plain stupid. And what point was you trying to make other than playing yourself has if you had money and not being related to me? The only I got out of the deal was that you can’t think for yourself, which could explain why you stink in the ring. I could care less what reason you have as to why. But your the one who has to deal with Draven come Sunday, not me, and I can tell you that he is fired up. More like pissed off. And when he kicks you ass and slaps your shoulders on the mat and gets the win over you, You can walk to the back and say, “I told you so.”
I hope you enjoy your stay here in the IWA, I really do. But with your dreams of ever getting me in the ring and trying to take my title away from me, I can say, it will never happen. The buy rate on that match would just stink, not to mention I would have to carry your ass through the match. And I just wouldn’t do that for you.
Standing far away and laughing at you
Chamber
the IWA World Heavyweight champion and IWA World Tag Team champion.
Remember that.