Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:49:30 GMT
The one and only IWA arena. World know and probably more famous than the ECW one. And it is here that the IWA is putting a huge show right before the big old Pay per view. What other company does that? Not to many I think.
Chamber is there of course. And he is in the back awaiting his time. Deep in the locker room he awaits. Did I say he is waiting for his time? Anyways. Chamber is in his locker room. Looking at his hand, which is healing much better. The cracking and bleeding is over with. Still hurts to make a fist, but he must play though the pain. And his leg is all healed. A little scar is left, nothing that a tattoo won’t hide. Chamber looks at his hand one last time then starts to wrap tape on it. And why is this? He doesn’t have a match, so why tape it? Some things I will never understand.
Chamber is almost done when their is a knock on the door and in walks Tom Prince. Chamber looks up at him.
“Matter! Can’t wait for me to answer the damn door!” Chamber growls.
“What? The door was open.”
“Opened my ass!”
“Calm down, Give me a break.”
Chamber stands up and towers Tom. “Oh! Break you I will!”
“Now no need to get all bent out of shape.”
“Tom, Get out!”
“After a few words.”
“Fuck you and get out!”
“Come on man?” Tom pleads with Chamber.
“Screw you , now GET OUT!” Chamber demands.
Tom looks like he about to cry. “But!”
“BUT NOTHING! When you can learn how to fucking knock and wait till I let your ass in the room, then you can have a interview! But till then, You can go screw yourself!” Chamber growls.
“Now! What about all the times you just walked into my office?”
Chamber takes a step closer to Tom and makes a fist with his left hand.
“For some reason Tom, I don’t think you could kick my ass if I just walked into your office. But I can bet that I can wipe the floor with you for doing that to me.”
Tom looks up at Chamber. “Yeah. I guess so.”
“So better do your self a favor and start stepping.”
Tom slowly steps back and leaves. Chamber snaps his head to flick the hair out of his eyes. He walks over to the sink and places his hands on the sink. He looks up at the mirror. He takes a deep breathe and lets it out.
“Same old shit, just another day.” He says. “Every damn night, it’s the same story. Every damn night, Tom just walk in here like he owns the joint. And like always, I kick him out. Is there no end to this shit? The Pay Per View is three days away, and this is what I have to put up with.”
Chamber stands up. Show time is right around the corner. Soon, it will be his time.
“When will it end? When will Wilburman learn that he just can’t beat me? And when will he realize that little title he holds, is mine?”
Chamber turns around and walks back to the bench.
“I have to put up with so much shit around here. Tom and Ron. Lets not for get Amy. Will’s mouth, and the ego’s that some of the young pups get when they a win over me. Like Big Al, who is gone. Black Crow, who is gone. Shame too cause that was his only feature in his cap. Fucking wanna be’s who walk in here, get a win and they play that up like no tomorrow. Their one shining star here in the IWA, and they wear that like a badge on their badge. Fuck cares that I am a mutli Champion, soon to be two time champion. Nah, that shit doesn’t matter. Or, the fact that the only time they Main event was when they stepped in the ring with me. But, guess who is still here in the end.”
Chamber looks at the clock on the wall. It’s time.
Several minutes latter.,....................
The lights lower and Sway begins to play. The crowd welcomes Chamber, well some of them. Chamber walks out from the back with a mic in hand. He pauses at the ramp before walking down to the ring. He never needs no fancy intro, no flashing lights, or big ass Scroll to roll across the screen or any bull shit like that. Chamber walks down to the ring, and steps inside the ring and the music fades out right on cue.
Chamber stands there for a second as the crowd dies down. Still a bit annoyed about Tom, But it’s time to leave all that shit behind him now. His task at hand is Wilburman and his title.
“Welcome! To the great IWA ARENA!” Chamber says to get a cheap pop. Warming up the crowd before the kill.
“Boy! Am I glad to be here! There is no place like home! And it is here in the IWA arena, Tonight! That the road to the PPV, The count down to the PPV begins! And I am happy! Happy to be here! Like a bus load of retards heading to Chucky cheese...”
No more cheap pops
“I will enjoy kicking Wilburman’s ass again! Ladder match! The IWA title hanging from the sky! Doesn’t get better than this! And I know you all don’t want to hear me talk about how I will once gain beat Wilburman! So I will keep this short. I want all of you to tune in on Sunday night, and watch me kick Wilburman’s ass once again! And you know it is true! And when the dust settles, and the blood is dried on the mat! I will be the TWO TIME IWA CHAMPION!”
The crowd voices their opinion of that. Chamber smiles and tosses the mic as Sway begins to play. Chamber slowly gets out of the ring and walks to the back, getting ready for the PPV...............................
Chamber is there of course. And he is in the back awaiting his time. Deep in the locker room he awaits. Did I say he is waiting for his time? Anyways. Chamber is in his locker room. Looking at his hand, which is healing much better. The cracking and bleeding is over with. Still hurts to make a fist, but he must play though the pain. And his leg is all healed. A little scar is left, nothing that a tattoo won’t hide. Chamber looks at his hand one last time then starts to wrap tape on it. And why is this? He doesn’t have a match, so why tape it? Some things I will never understand.
Chamber is almost done when their is a knock on the door and in walks Tom Prince. Chamber looks up at him.
“Matter! Can’t wait for me to answer the damn door!” Chamber growls.
“What? The door was open.”
“Opened my ass!”
“Calm down, Give me a break.”
Chamber stands up and towers Tom. “Oh! Break you I will!”
“Now no need to get all bent out of shape.”
“Tom, Get out!”
“After a few words.”
“Fuck you and get out!”
“Come on man?” Tom pleads with Chamber.
“Screw you , now GET OUT!” Chamber demands.
Tom looks like he about to cry. “But!”
“BUT NOTHING! When you can learn how to fucking knock and wait till I let your ass in the room, then you can have a interview! But till then, You can go screw yourself!” Chamber growls.
“Now! What about all the times you just walked into my office?”
Chamber takes a step closer to Tom and makes a fist with his left hand.
“For some reason Tom, I don’t think you could kick my ass if I just walked into your office. But I can bet that I can wipe the floor with you for doing that to me.”
Tom looks up at Chamber. “Yeah. I guess so.”
“So better do your self a favor and start stepping.”
Tom slowly steps back and leaves. Chamber snaps his head to flick the hair out of his eyes. He walks over to the sink and places his hands on the sink. He looks up at the mirror. He takes a deep breathe and lets it out.
“Same old shit, just another day.” He says. “Every damn night, it’s the same story. Every damn night, Tom just walk in here like he owns the joint. And like always, I kick him out. Is there no end to this shit? The Pay Per View is three days away, and this is what I have to put up with.”
Chamber stands up. Show time is right around the corner. Soon, it will be his time.
“When will it end? When will Wilburman learn that he just can’t beat me? And when will he realize that little title he holds, is mine?”
Chamber turns around and walks back to the bench.
“I have to put up with so much shit around here. Tom and Ron. Lets not for get Amy. Will’s mouth, and the ego’s that some of the young pups get when they a win over me. Like Big Al, who is gone. Black Crow, who is gone. Shame too cause that was his only feature in his cap. Fucking wanna be’s who walk in here, get a win and they play that up like no tomorrow. Their one shining star here in the IWA, and they wear that like a badge on their badge. Fuck cares that I am a mutli Champion, soon to be two time champion. Nah, that shit doesn’t matter. Or, the fact that the only time they Main event was when they stepped in the ring with me. But, guess who is still here in the end.”
Chamber looks at the clock on the wall. It’s time.
Several minutes latter.,....................
The lights lower and Sway begins to play. The crowd welcomes Chamber, well some of them. Chamber walks out from the back with a mic in hand. He pauses at the ramp before walking down to the ring. He never needs no fancy intro, no flashing lights, or big ass Scroll to roll across the screen or any bull shit like that. Chamber walks down to the ring, and steps inside the ring and the music fades out right on cue.
Chamber stands there for a second as the crowd dies down. Still a bit annoyed about Tom, But it’s time to leave all that shit behind him now. His task at hand is Wilburman and his title.
“Welcome! To the great IWA ARENA!” Chamber says to get a cheap pop. Warming up the crowd before the kill.
“Boy! Am I glad to be here! There is no place like home! And it is here in the IWA arena, Tonight! That the road to the PPV, The count down to the PPV begins! And I am happy! Happy to be here! Like a bus load of retards heading to Chucky cheese...”
No more cheap pops
“I will enjoy kicking Wilburman’s ass again! Ladder match! The IWA title hanging from the sky! Doesn’t get better than this! And I know you all don’t want to hear me talk about how I will once gain beat Wilburman! So I will keep this short. I want all of you to tune in on Sunday night, and watch me kick Wilburman’s ass once again! And you know it is true! And when the dust settles, and the blood is dried on the mat! I will be the TWO TIME IWA CHAMPION!”
The crowd voices their opinion of that. Chamber smiles and tosses the mic as Sway begins to play. Chamber slowly gets out of the ring and walks to the back, getting ready for the PPV...............................