Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:46:30 GMT
The sun pokes through the blinds as Saturday morning is upon us. This is the big day for Chamber. He is one day removed from his rematch from Wilburman. In a match that some have been calling volume 4. When Julie Ann came home the other day and told him that, he basically shrugged his shoulders and said , “Oh well, They can go Piss off, bastards.” Yes, That went over well. Julie went to work, damn her, working seven days a week. But she is, left early in the morning, very early. And the big man is sleeping in alone, with the fucking light in his eyes, no matter which way he turn or roll, it is there. I guess, that’s what you get for having a sky light with mirrors on each side of the bed. So basically, the big man is forced to get up.
And why do we call him the big man? I mean, just because he is seven feet four, and I’m sure he knows he is big, not to mention tall, so why do we call him the big man, is that supposed to insult him or something?
Anyways, Chamber sits up, the sheets slide down his chest and appears he isn’t wearing anything either. He rubs his eyes trying to focus to the light in which he does in a few seconds. He looks at the clock on the wall. The clock reads almost 10:30.
“shit...” Chamber says real groggy. He rolls out of bed and stands up. Naked, his back to us, thank god and walks into the bathroom. The door shuts behind him and soon we wear the shower. We look around the room, which is very well kept. Obvious Julie Ann keeps the place up as she is known to be neat freak. Everything is displayed on the dressers, set up like it’s not to be used, only looked at. On Chamber’s dresser, there is a picture of her and Steve, arm in arm, cheek to cheek. and also, a single red rose that must have been from Valentines day. But there is a note on the dresser as well. A note from Julie, and it reads:
“Hi hone, sorry about last night, but I got a lot of shit from Amy about the hallway. You need to control yourself, well, that is another argument. Your brother called, said some guy name Jonathan is ready? Ready for what? What is going on? Why won’t you talk to me? got to go, later.”
By now the shower door open and a dressed Chamber walks out, his hair wet and it drip on his jeans. He walks up to his dresser and opens the second drawer and pulls out a shirt. He closes the draw and then he see the note. He quickly reads it and then picks it up in his hand. He reads it again then crumbles it up in hand and tosses it on the floor. He slides the shirt over his head and begins to walk out of the room.
“Bitch.” he says as he leaves.
Some time later, he is standing by his truck, fumbling with his keys to unlock the door. Finally, he has them, unlocks the door and opens it. He hops inside. Pushes in the clutch and starts the truck. It rumbles to life as “eye for an eye” begins to play in the CD changer. He revs the engine a few times as the big old ford is slowly warming up. He grabs hold of the shifter, which has a skull as the knob. He pulls the shifter backwards into reverse and slowly lets the clutch out. The truck buckles a bit and begins to go in reverse, pulling out of his parking spot, he stops, pushes the shifter into first and lets the clutch back out and away he goes. Chamber drives down to end of the parking lot for the apartment that they rent and pulls out onto the main highway of town. The truck is cold and some white smoke follows the truck as he shifts into second to gain speed. Chamber closely watches the gauges as he had ford custom build this truck for him. And, as you can guess, it cost him a few for it. Chamber shifts into third, being careful not to over rev it. Chamber stops the CD and the radio comes on. It’s a new station, about Scotland or something. He listens to it as he drives to his location when what he hears make him laugh.
“America, to us Scot's can be described as Levis, hot dogs and beer. While in America, Scotland can be described as Kilts, Haggis and whisky.” Chamber chuckles.
“Too bad Wilburman like 7 up and Amaretto and has like ten kilts.”
Chamber turns off the main highway and heads down a side street, slowly shifting his way though the gears. Chamber switches off the radio and he mind begins to wonder as he drives down the side road.
“Bitch, Can’t believe she is on the rag, Here I am, trying to get ready for my match and she is giving me a hard time about a damn hole in the wall. AND, lets not forget about these whole Wilburman shit. How can she say, I wish you wouldn’t fight him. Fucker has my title, and I want it back. Period, end of subject. And Amy better make that match a title match, I want it to be and Willy didn’t say no.”
Chamber slowly down as a huge ware house comes into view on the right. It’s way out of town and a little run down. Chamber pulls on to the lot and drive around to the back, where a door is, a small entrance door. Chamber stops the truck and shuts it off. He steps out of his truck and walks up to the door. He looks around first to make sure no one is around. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a key. And what ya know, it fits the door and soon he is inside. He shuts the door behind him and flicks on the lights. The place lights up and it is filled, I mean packed with stuff. What is this stuff you ask? It’s the warehouse for the IWA. Yes, now you can figure out how he got the key. Inside, old IWA banners, a old ring, cases and cases of Tower of Power t shirts, and Hitmen shirts. Guess they didn’t go as planed. FAQ squad shit is there as well. Foam fingers, beach balls, jackets and old magazines. Also, a casket that was used in some matches, ladders, chairs everywhere and even broken tables. And, scrap steel tubes every where, broken, bent railing, cameras laying all over the place and so and so on.
“Man, I was told Amy was a pack rat, but damn.”
Chamber walks through the building, which he is amazed it held so much. Someone must have worked here once cause there is a work area, and a full set of tools set there , collecting dust. And by the look of it, who ever was working on a new hell in a cell and frame work for a ring. Chamber stands there and off in the distance, there sits a old, broken ring. It now sits in a pile of a heap. Chamber remembers that ring. It is the ring that gave out during the huge match between him, Wilburman and Cyril. The night, he lost his title when it was held up. What a night that was........................
fade back to that night.......................
The match is in the record books. Chamber is sitting up in the ring, or at least what is left of it. He heard that the match is ruled a draw, and Amy has his title. Chamber whips the blood from his eye. Chamber looks at Wilburman, who is laying on his back, but has a hand on his head, rubbing it. Cyril, who is next to him, is laying on his side, moving around. The crowd, the sell out crowd of 20,000 plus just witness the second greatest match of all time in the history of the IWA. What started out as a single match, turned into a 3 way dance with a cricket bat. Another great hell in a cell. The cell broke, the ring is destroyed and the fans got their money worth that is for sure. Put, more importantly, the plan went down as planned. Chamber sits there, now looking out into the crowd. This is the last time, first time is five long months that he will not carry the IWA Championship title out on his shoulder when he leaves tonight. This is the first moment in a long of many that he will be known as former champion. And, soon, in two weeks or so, Wilburman will be known as Champion. Chamber knows this, this is the plan that Wilburman, Cyril, Amy and he came up with. But was it worth it? That meeting was something, when Amy broke it to him, that he needed to drop the title to help the IWA.
“General feeling on the streets is that you need to lose that title Steve.” Amy just tells him, not even trying to sugar coat it.
“Excuse me?” Steve says.
“Yes, I need you to drop that title. I think Wilburman will do nicely.”
“I don’t think so. Not till he can beat me, and well, lets face it, since his little accident, he can’t. He’s still in pain.”
“I know that Steve, But this is what we have in mind.”
“We?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, Wilburman and Cyril. And that is to have another Hell in a Cell with Will, but Cyril will become apart of the match, and will end up in a draw, then I will strip you of the title and hold a tournament. In which, it will be fixed so that Wilburman will win it, beating Dreamer, with some help that is.”
“Well....I, I don’t know, and what do you mean help?”
“That would be you and Cyril, as you two help Wilburman win the title. And you three will form the Mean and Mad Masters.” Amy says, all proud.
At that point, he knew, this was bad news.
Back in the ring.
“So this is how it feels to get fucked.” Chamber says to himself. He slowly stands up......................
Fade out.
“So this is how it feels to still be fucked over.” Chamber says. That night still fresh in his mind.
“She knew, (Amy) that he (Wilburman) was going on tour in Japan and shit. That little plan was DOA from the start.” Chamber says.
Chamber walks towards the ring, which happens to be sitting in front of the big overhead door. He kicks it, looks it over and know he knows what happened to it. Chamber turns back around. Next to the workbench is another door. He walks towards it and opens it. It leads to another room, with, more stuff!
“My god.” Chamber says as he enters the room, not as packed as the other one, but still. And then, he finds what he catches what he has been looking for. He heard he still lives but didn’t believe it.
Chamber stands before it, and there she rests. In all of her glory. What is it you ask? Simple. It is the cell. The cell everyone knows when you mention it. It is the cell that held the first greatest Hell in a cell of all time. Standing, set up, still has the broken top and the ring still has the imprint of Wilburman in it.
Chamber opens the door to it and steps in it, again. This is where it all began. With each step he takes, dust is disturbed and moves about, there has to be about 2 inches of it that covers the mat of the ring. Chamber walks towards the part of the mat in which Wilburman became apart of it. He looks down at it.
Flash back.......
Wilburman drives his elbow in the back of Chamber's head. Then, Chamber reaches up and grabs Wilburman by the throat. Chamber stands up. Wilburman tries to break free, But to use, Chamber hoists Wilburman high in the air.
Prince; "No way!"
Chamber choke slams Wilburman, Wilburman crashes through the top of the cell, Landing very hard on the mat below! Again, The crowd gets quite.
end flash back.
A smile comes across his mind.
“This, is where it happened. I have heard stories that this beast still live and breathe, but I couldn’t believe it. I figure that the upper crust of the IWA at the time would destroy it after knowing what happened to dear old Wilburman. But here it is. As the way we left it. But, nope. This place holds a lot of memories, some good, some bad. Like this one, a good one. This is the day I shut up little Wilburman and become the greatest champion the IWA has ever seen! And over there, in the other room, the ring that we broke, that is when the final days of the IWA began. And both items have one thing in common. You and me. In both cases, Wilburman took a beating, and I wonder why? In both cases, Wilburman walked away hurting. I wonder why. And in both cases, it revolved that title. Here I won it, there, I lost it. But I didn’t lose it, It was taken from me and given to you . Let the truth be known, Wilburman was going to rewarded with out doing the one thing he can’t do! And that is beat me! Wilburman was handed my title! Wilburman fuck you Dreamer! And I just stood back and let it happen. So I made a mistake. But that is one I plan on fixing. Wilburman, you have something you didn’t earn! And I want it! I called you out! I want that title on the line! And you don’t have the balls to put it up! If your so confident that this time you can beat me, that back it up big boy! I WANT MY TITLE BACK! I NEVER LOST THAT TITLE! ONE WAY OT ANOTHER! I WILL HAVE IT BACK!”
Rage is in the yes of Chamber, he turns and faces the spot in which Wilburman almost died.
“Never know, maybe Monday, there will be another ring sitting next to this one. And it could very well be the ring that Wilburman dies in.”
Chamber stands there thinking, waiting, for the time to come, when he will finally face Wilburman and right the mistakes he has bad in the past.
fade to black.................
And why do we call him the big man? I mean, just because he is seven feet four, and I’m sure he knows he is big, not to mention tall, so why do we call him the big man, is that supposed to insult him or something?
Anyways, Chamber sits up, the sheets slide down his chest and appears he isn’t wearing anything either. He rubs his eyes trying to focus to the light in which he does in a few seconds. He looks at the clock on the wall. The clock reads almost 10:30.
“shit...” Chamber says real groggy. He rolls out of bed and stands up. Naked, his back to us, thank god and walks into the bathroom. The door shuts behind him and soon we wear the shower. We look around the room, which is very well kept. Obvious Julie Ann keeps the place up as she is known to be neat freak. Everything is displayed on the dressers, set up like it’s not to be used, only looked at. On Chamber’s dresser, there is a picture of her and Steve, arm in arm, cheek to cheek. and also, a single red rose that must have been from Valentines day. But there is a note on the dresser as well. A note from Julie, and it reads:
“Hi hone, sorry about last night, but I got a lot of shit from Amy about the hallway. You need to control yourself, well, that is another argument. Your brother called, said some guy name Jonathan is ready? Ready for what? What is going on? Why won’t you talk to me? got to go, later.”
By now the shower door open and a dressed Chamber walks out, his hair wet and it drip on his jeans. He walks up to his dresser and opens the second drawer and pulls out a shirt. He closes the draw and then he see the note. He quickly reads it and then picks it up in his hand. He reads it again then crumbles it up in hand and tosses it on the floor. He slides the shirt over his head and begins to walk out of the room.
“Bitch.” he says as he leaves.
Some time later, he is standing by his truck, fumbling with his keys to unlock the door. Finally, he has them, unlocks the door and opens it. He hops inside. Pushes in the clutch and starts the truck. It rumbles to life as “eye for an eye” begins to play in the CD changer. He revs the engine a few times as the big old ford is slowly warming up. He grabs hold of the shifter, which has a skull as the knob. He pulls the shifter backwards into reverse and slowly lets the clutch out. The truck buckles a bit and begins to go in reverse, pulling out of his parking spot, he stops, pushes the shifter into first and lets the clutch back out and away he goes. Chamber drives down to end of the parking lot for the apartment that they rent and pulls out onto the main highway of town. The truck is cold and some white smoke follows the truck as he shifts into second to gain speed. Chamber closely watches the gauges as he had ford custom build this truck for him. And, as you can guess, it cost him a few for it. Chamber shifts into third, being careful not to over rev it. Chamber stops the CD and the radio comes on. It’s a new station, about Scotland or something. He listens to it as he drives to his location when what he hears make him laugh.
“America, to us Scot's can be described as Levis, hot dogs and beer. While in America, Scotland can be described as Kilts, Haggis and whisky.” Chamber chuckles.
“Too bad Wilburman like 7 up and Amaretto and has like ten kilts.”
Chamber turns off the main highway and heads down a side street, slowly shifting his way though the gears. Chamber switches off the radio and he mind begins to wonder as he drives down the side road.
“Bitch, Can’t believe she is on the rag, Here I am, trying to get ready for my match and she is giving me a hard time about a damn hole in the wall. AND, lets not forget about these whole Wilburman shit. How can she say, I wish you wouldn’t fight him. Fucker has my title, and I want it back. Period, end of subject. And Amy better make that match a title match, I want it to be and Willy didn’t say no.”
Chamber slowly down as a huge ware house comes into view on the right. It’s way out of town and a little run down. Chamber pulls on to the lot and drive around to the back, where a door is, a small entrance door. Chamber stops the truck and shuts it off. He steps out of his truck and walks up to the door. He looks around first to make sure no one is around. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a key. And what ya know, it fits the door and soon he is inside. He shuts the door behind him and flicks on the lights. The place lights up and it is filled, I mean packed with stuff. What is this stuff you ask? It’s the warehouse for the IWA. Yes, now you can figure out how he got the key. Inside, old IWA banners, a old ring, cases and cases of Tower of Power t shirts, and Hitmen shirts. Guess they didn’t go as planed. FAQ squad shit is there as well. Foam fingers, beach balls, jackets and old magazines. Also, a casket that was used in some matches, ladders, chairs everywhere and even broken tables. And, scrap steel tubes every where, broken, bent railing, cameras laying all over the place and so and so on.
“Man, I was told Amy was a pack rat, but damn.”
Chamber walks through the building, which he is amazed it held so much. Someone must have worked here once cause there is a work area, and a full set of tools set there , collecting dust. And by the look of it, who ever was working on a new hell in a cell and frame work for a ring. Chamber stands there and off in the distance, there sits a old, broken ring. It now sits in a pile of a heap. Chamber remembers that ring. It is the ring that gave out during the huge match between him, Wilburman and Cyril. The night, he lost his title when it was held up. What a night that was........................
fade back to that night.......................
The match is in the record books. Chamber is sitting up in the ring, or at least what is left of it. He heard that the match is ruled a draw, and Amy has his title. Chamber whips the blood from his eye. Chamber looks at Wilburman, who is laying on his back, but has a hand on his head, rubbing it. Cyril, who is next to him, is laying on his side, moving around. The crowd, the sell out crowd of 20,000 plus just witness the second greatest match of all time in the history of the IWA. What started out as a single match, turned into a 3 way dance with a cricket bat. Another great hell in a cell. The cell broke, the ring is destroyed and the fans got their money worth that is for sure. Put, more importantly, the plan went down as planned. Chamber sits there, now looking out into the crowd. This is the last time, first time is five long months that he will not carry the IWA Championship title out on his shoulder when he leaves tonight. This is the first moment in a long of many that he will be known as former champion. And, soon, in two weeks or so, Wilburman will be known as Champion. Chamber knows this, this is the plan that Wilburman, Cyril, Amy and he came up with. But was it worth it? That meeting was something, when Amy broke it to him, that he needed to drop the title to help the IWA.
“General feeling on the streets is that you need to lose that title Steve.” Amy just tells him, not even trying to sugar coat it.
“Excuse me?” Steve says.
“Yes, I need you to drop that title. I think Wilburman will do nicely.”
“I don’t think so. Not till he can beat me, and well, lets face it, since his little accident, he can’t. He’s still in pain.”
“I know that Steve, But this is what we have in mind.”
“We?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, Wilburman and Cyril. And that is to have another Hell in a Cell with Will, but Cyril will become apart of the match, and will end up in a draw, then I will strip you of the title and hold a tournament. In which, it will be fixed so that Wilburman will win it, beating Dreamer, with some help that is.”
“Well....I, I don’t know, and what do you mean help?”
“That would be you and Cyril, as you two help Wilburman win the title. And you three will form the Mean and Mad Masters.” Amy says, all proud.
At that point, he knew, this was bad news.
Back in the ring.
“So this is how it feels to get fucked.” Chamber says to himself. He slowly stands up......................
Fade out.
“So this is how it feels to still be fucked over.” Chamber says. That night still fresh in his mind.
“She knew, (Amy) that he (Wilburman) was going on tour in Japan and shit. That little plan was DOA from the start.” Chamber says.
Chamber walks towards the ring, which happens to be sitting in front of the big overhead door. He kicks it, looks it over and know he knows what happened to it. Chamber turns back around. Next to the workbench is another door. He walks towards it and opens it. It leads to another room, with, more stuff!
“My god.” Chamber says as he enters the room, not as packed as the other one, but still. And then, he finds what he catches what he has been looking for. He heard he still lives but didn’t believe it.
Chamber stands before it, and there she rests. In all of her glory. What is it you ask? Simple. It is the cell. The cell everyone knows when you mention it. It is the cell that held the first greatest Hell in a cell of all time. Standing, set up, still has the broken top and the ring still has the imprint of Wilburman in it.
Chamber opens the door to it and steps in it, again. This is where it all began. With each step he takes, dust is disturbed and moves about, there has to be about 2 inches of it that covers the mat of the ring. Chamber walks towards the part of the mat in which Wilburman became apart of it. He looks down at it.
Flash back.......
Wilburman drives his elbow in the back of Chamber's head. Then, Chamber reaches up and grabs Wilburman by the throat. Chamber stands up. Wilburman tries to break free, But to use, Chamber hoists Wilburman high in the air.
Prince; "No way!"
Chamber choke slams Wilburman, Wilburman crashes through the top of the cell, Landing very hard on the mat below! Again, The crowd gets quite.
end flash back.
A smile comes across his mind.
“This, is where it happened. I have heard stories that this beast still live and breathe, but I couldn’t believe it. I figure that the upper crust of the IWA at the time would destroy it after knowing what happened to dear old Wilburman. But here it is. As the way we left it. But, nope. This place holds a lot of memories, some good, some bad. Like this one, a good one. This is the day I shut up little Wilburman and become the greatest champion the IWA has ever seen! And over there, in the other room, the ring that we broke, that is when the final days of the IWA began. And both items have one thing in common. You and me. In both cases, Wilburman took a beating, and I wonder why? In both cases, Wilburman walked away hurting. I wonder why. And in both cases, it revolved that title. Here I won it, there, I lost it. But I didn’t lose it, It was taken from me and given to you . Let the truth be known, Wilburman was going to rewarded with out doing the one thing he can’t do! And that is beat me! Wilburman was handed my title! Wilburman fuck you Dreamer! And I just stood back and let it happen. So I made a mistake. But that is one I plan on fixing. Wilburman, you have something you didn’t earn! And I want it! I called you out! I want that title on the line! And you don’t have the balls to put it up! If your so confident that this time you can beat me, that back it up big boy! I WANT MY TITLE BACK! I NEVER LOST THAT TITLE! ONE WAY OT ANOTHER! I WILL HAVE IT BACK!”
Rage is in the yes of Chamber, he turns and faces the spot in which Wilburman almost died.
“Never know, maybe Monday, there will be another ring sitting next to this one. And it could very well be the ring that Wilburman dies in.”
Chamber stands there thinking, waiting, for the time to come, when he will finally face Wilburman and right the mistakes he has bad in the past.
fade to black.................