Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 19:28:28 GMT
“Father of Mine,
Tell me where you have been,
You know I just closed my eyes,
And my whole world disappear.
Father of mine,
Take me back to the day,
Yeah, when I was still your golden boy!
Back before you went away.
I remember blue skies,
Walking the block’
Loved it when you held me high,
Loved to hear you talk,
You would take to the movies.
You take me to the beach.
Take me to a place inside that was so hard to reach.”
Wilburman’s true personal theme song....
Chamber rips the CD out of the player and flings it across the room. Maybe, deep down, it has a meaning for him too. But that is another story. Chamber pauses for a minute, then, he adds his own words to the lyrics.
“Then, my daddy left me for dead...Father of mine, Why did you do that? I thought you loved me.” Chamber sings then chuckles. Yes, we are back in the apartment of Julie Ann. She is off working, like she has been looking forward in a long time. And so, she is out and about. And so, Chamber is home, alone, bored. There’s nothing on TV, nothing on the radio, and Julie Ann, basically has shit for CDs. The computer blew it’s hard drive, and all the dishes are done. What is one to do. And on top of all of that, It’s raining outside, again.
Chamber wonders around, like a trapped loin in a cage. Getting ready to break lose and roam free. Chamber crashes on the couch, kicks his feet up on the table, and tries to get comfortable. He again,. tries the TV. He flips from channel to channel, and it’s sad when the History, A and E and TLC have nothing good on. But, up on the higher channels, something catches his eye. Chamber is caught leaving the channel on, he watches totally in it, and what is this you ask? What show would make Chamber sit still for a good five solid minutes, and make his pinkie finger slide into his mouth, so he can bite down on it and not know he is doing so? Well, that would be simple. Wilburman’s latest little interview.
Chamber raises his eye brow a few times, chuckles in disbelieve, rolls his eyes, shakes his head, then, rage sets in. Chamber, flicks off the TV in anger/disgust. He walks towards the window and looks out. He stays there for a few minutes, then, decides to find his honey and make a little response of his own.
Meanwhile, down at the IWA offices, Julie Ann is busy working, putting the finishing touches on interviews, and what not, unaware that Chamber is on his way, and not to have lunch either. Amy is out, and so is her secretary. Which would be good considering what Chamber said the other day. Soon, the door opens up to her office and standing in the doorway, is the one person, who is the light of her life, the star in her eye, Her better half, Steve. In his jeans, and jacket.
“HEY! WHAT YOU DOING HERE!” She exclaims.
“I work here too.” He says calmly.
“I know, but you usually don’t show up!”
“Come on, I only live a block away. Been here a lot lately.”
“This is true.” Julia says. Chamber enters the room, gives her a big old hug, kisses her and maybe, his hand moves down south, never know. That part has been edited out.
“Hey, You have a free minute or two?”
“Right now? I don’t know, I mean, right now?”
“NOT for that. I want to reply to Will.”
“Will?”
“Yeah, you know, the guy I am facing Sunday.”
“I know who Will is. I mean, You come all the way here, and you want to just use me for an outlet to trash talk? I mean, no I love you, Glad to see you, I messed you? None of that, just Hey, I want.”
“I know, I love you, but, come on, Tom pisses me off.”
“he he, Okay. The room is open, have fun.”
“Room?” Chamber asks.
“Yeah, the sound room, go in there and say what ever your on the mind and I’ll give it to him later.”
“What the fuck is THAT?”
“What?”
“A tape?” Chamber says.
“Yeah. A tape.”
“Screw that.”
“What?” Julia says as Chamber is leaving the room, pissed off.
The door slams behind him, And that runs in his mind, How dare does Julie do something like that. Everyone else gets a sit down interview, but nope, not him, “What the fuck!” Chamber yells and then plants his fist in the wall. Sheet rock crumbles and dust goes flying.
“This god damn place! BUNCH OF CHEAP BASTARDS!” echo’s in the hallway. “First this, now, Wilburman, in a empty arena, talking smack! And how dare does he even think, for one minute I wasn’t there! And all he can say is Bulls yours! Bulls Yours? Bull fucking yours! BULL! That little bald head bastard can’t even swear! Maybe, that’s cause, he grew up wearing a dress! Lacking in guidness, never been around men, not knowing how to swear, and his claim to fame, is Bull yours? A bunch of lollie pop candy coated catchphrase!”
Chamber removes his fist from the wall. He kicks a chair, cause that is the manly thing to do.
“Sunday, CAN NOT get here quicker. OH, Will, I hope this new Wilburman is better than the old! Cause, Quite frankly, I am tired of the same old song and dance in my life! I walk into a place, Hurt someone, they are out for a while, come back, all pissed off to hell, and the first thing that they let out of their traps in, I’m a new so and so! A NEW PERSON! EVERY GOD DAMN TIME! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WILLY! IT DOESN’T CHANGE! I STILL BEAT THEIR ASS, AND THEY COME BACK FOR MORE, AND I DO THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN! I AM SO GOD DAMN TIRED OF THIS SHIT!”
Chamber holds his head, he falls backwards to the wall, a loud thud he heard as he lands hard against it, then he slowly slides down the wall. Holding his head. His hand full of hair, you know, that stuff Wilburman doesn’t have. After a few, Chamber raises his head, His face, calmer? His drops his hands and the hang free off his knees. That song, comes back into his head. Chamber closes his eyes and starts to hum it.
“My daddy gave me a name, then he walked away. Daddy gave me a name.......then he walked away. Father of mine, Tell me where have you been. Father of mine, how do you sleep, ..................then, he walked away....” Chamber hums some more. He seems to be happy, or at least mellow. Then, out of nowhere, he lashes out and grasp the table that is next to him, picking it up one handed, he throws it across the room and smashes it against the wall, next to his new fist imprint. Chamber opens his eyes, Full of rage, running hundred miles an hour, A life time of pain, coming back to him at once, like a bull running lose on the streets, looking to hunt down and kill the fools the run with them, seeking out blood, but not his, not his friends, not his family’s, but the one who he seeks. Chamber closes his eyes in pain, he grabs his head again, as if, a huge mind grand has moved in and called it their new home. Chamber starts to push him self up the way, slowly, standing up, in pain, he is fighting some thing off. Then, he stands up right, tall and proud.
He extends his hand, and extends his middle finger. And well, as you can gather, that a man of seven feet four inches, 520 pounds nowadays, that he has a rather huge middle finger. And there it is, for all to see.
“All the things you say Wilburman, All the little shit that you spew, this is what I think of it. I point a finger at you, It’s the one I put up, when I don’t give a fuck, when you won’t just put up, with the bullshit you talk! Time in and time out, I have proven who I am, and why I do what I do, and after each fucking corner, there is a fucking loser, like you that doubts my abilities, and puts words in my mouth, and I left with no other alternative to shut up! And over and over, I do that, ever time I step in that ring! Put still, the non believers, like you, think they can stop this runaway train! When will you learn! That I can’t be stopped, or slowed down! City to City, Town to Town, I am there, standing in the war zone, getting blasted, for just be me, being mean, and I can’t help it, And when it happens, Everyone stands up and say what a tragedy this is! How did this happen, he must stopped, and again, the whole fucking ball starts rolling all over again. And I left here wondering why, I am here, Sometimes I wish I would just die like my father! Put an end to it! But NO! I am here, Racing, pacing till I start grabbing my hair! Cause, I know, The same fucking thing is going to happen, but there is nothing I can to stop me! Sunday, We will do this whole thing all over again, and Wilburman will fall, in a heap of his own blood, and I will stand over him, watching him bleed all over the place, staining the mat to a nice red shade, and everyone will ask, why did that happen, when will Wilburman learn? And then, I become the bad guy and a mark but what can I do? This story will go on forever! And......In the end, I will stand tall. Writing the final chapters on all of you! Wilburman, (Chamber says, in a calm voice) It has been a long time since you have tasted the mat being force fed to you. Sunday, Your Final Call awaits.”
Chamber stares into the camera, whooo where did that come from? Simple, Tom Prince ran down with it when this whole thing started. Chamber, with the look of , and feeling of, knowing that, is has all been done before. Chamber slaps the camera out of Tom’s hand, before leaving as the scene fades to black...................
Tell me where you have been,
You know I just closed my eyes,
And my whole world disappear.
Father of mine,
Take me back to the day,
Yeah, when I was still your golden boy!
Back before you went away.
I remember blue skies,
Walking the block’
Loved it when you held me high,
Loved to hear you talk,
You would take to the movies.
You take me to the beach.
Take me to a place inside that was so hard to reach.”
Wilburman’s true personal theme song....
Chamber rips the CD out of the player and flings it across the room. Maybe, deep down, it has a meaning for him too. But that is another story. Chamber pauses for a minute, then, he adds his own words to the lyrics.
“Then, my daddy left me for dead...Father of mine, Why did you do that? I thought you loved me.” Chamber sings then chuckles. Yes, we are back in the apartment of Julie Ann. She is off working, like she has been looking forward in a long time. And so, she is out and about. And so, Chamber is home, alone, bored. There’s nothing on TV, nothing on the radio, and Julie Ann, basically has shit for CDs. The computer blew it’s hard drive, and all the dishes are done. What is one to do. And on top of all of that, It’s raining outside, again.
Chamber wonders around, like a trapped loin in a cage. Getting ready to break lose and roam free. Chamber crashes on the couch, kicks his feet up on the table, and tries to get comfortable. He again,. tries the TV. He flips from channel to channel, and it’s sad when the History, A and E and TLC have nothing good on. But, up on the higher channels, something catches his eye. Chamber is caught leaving the channel on, he watches totally in it, and what is this you ask? What show would make Chamber sit still for a good five solid minutes, and make his pinkie finger slide into his mouth, so he can bite down on it and not know he is doing so? Well, that would be simple. Wilburman’s latest little interview.
Chamber raises his eye brow a few times, chuckles in disbelieve, rolls his eyes, shakes his head, then, rage sets in. Chamber, flicks off the TV in anger/disgust. He walks towards the window and looks out. He stays there for a few minutes, then, decides to find his honey and make a little response of his own.
Meanwhile, down at the IWA offices, Julie Ann is busy working, putting the finishing touches on interviews, and what not, unaware that Chamber is on his way, and not to have lunch either. Amy is out, and so is her secretary. Which would be good considering what Chamber said the other day. Soon, the door opens up to her office and standing in the doorway, is the one person, who is the light of her life, the star in her eye, Her better half, Steve. In his jeans, and jacket.
“HEY! WHAT YOU DOING HERE!” She exclaims.
“I work here too.” He says calmly.
“I know, but you usually don’t show up!”
“Come on, I only live a block away. Been here a lot lately.”
“This is true.” Julia says. Chamber enters the room, gives her a big old hug, kisses her and maybe, his hand moves down south, never know. That part has been edited out.
“Hey, You have a free minute or two?”
“Right now? I don’t know, I mean, right now?”
“NOT for that. I want to reply to Will.”
“Will?”
“Yeah, you know, the guy I am facing Sunday.”
“I know who Will is. I mean, You come all the way here, and you want to just use me for an outlet to trash talk? I mean, no I love you, Glad to see you, I messed you? None of that, just Hey, I want.”
“I know, I love you, but, come on, Tom pisses me off.”
“he he, Okay. The room is open, have fun.”
“Room?” Chamber asks.
“Yeah, the sound room, go in there and say what ever your on the mind and I’ll give it to him later.”
“What the fuck is THAT?”
“What?”
“A tape?” Chamber says.
“Yeah. A tape.”
“Screw that.”
“What?” Julia says as Chamber is leaving the room, pissed off.
The door slams behind him, And that runs in his mind, How dare does Julie do something like that. Everyone else gets a sit down interview, but nope, not him, “What the fuck!” Chamber yells and then plants his fist in the wall. Sheet rock crumbles and dust goes flying.
“This god damn place! BUNCH OF CHEAP BASTARDS!” echo’s in the hallway. “First this, now, Wilburman, in a empty arena, talking smack! And how dare does he even think, for one minute I wasn’t there! And all he can say is Bulls yours! Bulls Yours? Bull fucking yours! BULL! That little bald head bastard can’t even swear! Maybe, that’s cause, he grew up wearing a dress! Lacking in guidness, never been around men, not knowing how to swear, and his claim to fame, is Bull yours? A bunch of lollie pop candy coated catchphrase!”
Chamber removes his fist from the wall. He kicks a chair, cause that is the manly thing to do.
“Sunday, CAN NOT get here quicker. OH, Will, I hope this new Wilburman is better than the old! Cause, Quite frankly, I am tired of the same old song and dance in my life! I walk into a place, Hurt someone, they are out for a while, come back, all pissed off to hell, and the first thing that they let out of their traps in, I’m a new so and so! A NEW PERSON! EVERY GOD DAMN TIME! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WILLY! IT DOESN’T CHANGE! I STILL BEAT THEIR ASS, AND THEY COME BACK FOR MORE, AND I DO THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN! I AM SO GOD DAMN TIRED OF THIS SHIT!”
Chamber holds his head, he falls backwards to the wall, a loud thud he heard as he lands hard against it, then he slowly slides down the wall. Holding his head. His hand full of hair, you know, that stuff Wilburman doesn’t have. After a few, Chamber raises his head, His face, calmer? His drops his hands and the hang free off his knees. That song, comes back into his head. Chamber closes his eyes and starts to hum it.
“My daddy gave me a name, then he walked away. Daddy gave me a name.......then he walked away. Father of mine, Tell me where have you been. Father of mine, how do you sleep, ..................then, he walked away....” Chamber hums some more. He seems to be happy, or at least mellow. Then, out of nowhere, he lashes out and grasp the table that is next to him, picking it up one handed, he throws it across the room and smashes it against the wall, next to his new fist imprint. Chamber opens his eyes, Full of rage, running hundred miles an hour, A life time of pain, coming back to him at once, like a bull running lose on the streets, looking to hunt down and kill the fools the run with them, seeking out blood, but not his, not his friends, not his family’s, but the one who he seeks. Chamber closes his eyes in pain, he grabs his head again, as if, a huge mind grand has moved in and called it their new home. Chamber starts to push him self up the way, slowly, standing up, in pain, he is fighting some thing off. Then, he stands up right, tall and proud.
He extends his hand, and extends his middle finger. And well, as you can gather, that a man of seven feet four inches, 520 pounds nowadays, that he has a rather huge middle finger. And there it is, for all to see.
“All the things you say Wilburman, All the little shit that you spew, this is what I think of it. I point a finger at you, It’s the one I put up, when I don’t give a fuck, when you won’t just put up, with the bullshit you talk! Time in and time out, I have proven who I am, and why I do what I do, and after each fucking corner, there is a fucking loser, like you that doubts my abilities, and puts words in my mouth, and I left with no other alternative to shut up! And over and over, I do that, ever time I step in that ring! Put still, the non believers, like you, think they can stop this runaway train! When will you learn! That I can’t be stopped, or slowed down! City to City, Town to Town, I am there, standing in the war zone, getting blasted, for just be me, being mean, and I can’t help it, And when it happens, Everyone stands up and say what a tragedy this is! How did this happen, he must stopped, and again, the whole fucking ball starts rolling all over again. And I left here wondering why, I am here, Sometimes I wish I would just die like my father! Put an end to it! But NO! I am here, Racing, pacing till I start grabbing my hair! Cause, I know, The same fucking thing is going to happen, but there is nothing I can to stop me! Sunday, We will do this whole thing all over again, and Wilburman will fall, in a heap of his own blood, and I will stand over him, watching him bleed all over the place, staining the mat to a nice red shade, and everyone will ask, why did that happen, when will Wilburman learn? And then, I become the bad guy and a mark but what can I do? This story will go on forever! And......In the end, I will stand tall. Writing the final chapters on all of you! Wilburman, (Chamber says, in a calm voice) It has been a long time since you have tasted the mat being force fed to you. Sunday, Your Final Call awaits.”
Chamber stares into the camera, whooo where did that come from? Simple, Tom Prince ran down with it when this whole thing started. Chamber, with the look of , and feeling of, knowing that, is has all been done before. Chamber slaps the camera out of Tom’s hand, before leaving as the scene fades to black...................