Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 19:33:09 GMT
A few hours later, around 3 or so in the afternoon.
Chamber walks into Tom Prince’s office. Tom is startled. He shoots a look up at Chamber. Chamber walks in and stops about half way. His hand all taped up as usual.
“Yes-Yes, Can I help you?” Tom asks.
“Yeah, Ready? I have some things to say buddy!” Chamber shoots back.
“Okay?” Tom says unsure about himself.
“You know, Fuck it. I don’t need you!” Chamber says. He then turns and leaves while saying something along the lines of “Stupid retarded son of a bitch...” But who really heard him anyways?
“Time. There is never enough of it. I have so much shit to settle that it isn’t funny. I just wish there was more of it. Maybe that way, I would get more shit done, or start more, never know till it happens.” -Chamber’s log.
Outside, the sun is out, for once. It’s warming up as Mother nature breaks old man winter’s cold iron grip of the north west. And out in the parking lot of the offices for the IWA, Two people have gathered there today. One we know, One we never see, sometimes hear from. Yes it’s a lonely job of the camera man. But enough about him, Right now, This is all about Chamber.
Chamber wearing blue jeans and a black t shirt paces in front of the camera, his hands behind his back. One all taped up of course.
“You know! When I touch something, or pick something up, HELL! Even after a match, My hand pounds and pounds and hurts like the dickens. The pain is so much, words don’t and can’t describe it. But one thing I have noticed is that ever since it happened. One thing is clear. It’s not stopping me at all. In two weeks, Two wins. One, again over Braun, and one aver the rookie Caligula. And with each punch, each move I do, My hand kills me. But I’m able to put the pain aside and get what I needed to do, get done. I wanted some warm up matches before the pay per view. And I got them. Unlike Wilburman who has virtually no showed every damn show. But that’s okay, Cause on the 15 on this yet unnamed fucking pay per view, We’ll see who gets rewarded for working through the pain and who gets dumped on their head for slacking! But enough about Wilburman. His time will come. I’ve called this little deal here to address some people. Billy Dreamer. I would love to fight you and Wilburman this week, But yeah, I have something slightly more important to deal with, and that is IWA tag team gold. But feel free my friend to take on and beat Wilburman. Hell anyone can do that. And when I kick his ass at the PPV, I’ll face you the week after that, Gladly. And now, The Tag Team Gold. I am sick and tired of Donnie and I sharing a title. Only having one of the tag belts is real annoying. So Cyril, I know your out there, and seeing that you are just itching to step in the ring with me. Why not this Sunday, and we’ll battle it out, tag team style and see who just is the true tag team champion! Lets as you used to say, “Give what the fans want“, and I know the fans want some tag team champions! So if your game, drag your buddies butt back to the ring and lest get this thing on!”
Chamber stops, looks away for a split second, and looks into the camera.
“I like that. Turn it up!”
Fade to black..........................
Chamber walks into Tom Prince’s office. Tom is startled. He shoots a look up at Chamber. Chamber walks in and stops about half way. His hand all taped up as usual.
“Yes-Yes, Can I help you?” Tom asks.
“Yeah, Ready? I have some things to say buddy!” Chamber shoots back.
“Okay?” Tom says unsure about himself.
“You know, Fuck it. I don’t need you!” Chamber says. He then turns and leaves while saying something along the lines of “Stupid retarded son of a bitch...” But who really heard him anyways?
“Time. There is never enough of it. I have so much shit to settle that it isn’t funny. I just wish there was more of it. Maybe that way, I would get more shit done, or start more, never know till it happens.” -Chamber’s log.
Outside, the sun is out, for once. It’s warming up as Mother nature breaks old man winter’s cold iron grip of the north west. And out in the parking lot of the offices for the IWA, Two people have gathered there today. One we know, One we never see, sometimes hear from. Yes it’s a lonely job of the camera man. But enough about him, Right now, This is all about Chamber.
Chamber wearing blue jeans and a black t shirt paces in front of the camera, his hands behind his back. One all taped up of course.
“You know! When I touch something, or pick something up, HELL! Even after a match, My hand pounds and pounds and hurts like the dickens. The pain is so much, words don’t and can’t describe it. But one thing I have noticed is that ever since it happened. One thing is clear. It’s not stopping me at all. In two weeks, Two wins. One, again over Braun, and one aver the rookie Caligula. And with each punch, each move I do, My hand kills me. But I’m able to put the pain aside and get what I needed to do, get done. I wanted some warm up matches before the pay per view. And I got them. Unlike Wilburman who has virtually no showed every damn show. But that’s okay, Cause on the 15 on this yet unnamed fucking pay per view, We’ll see who gets rewarded for working through the pain and who gets dumped on their head for slacking! But enough about Wilburman. His time will come. I’ve called this little deal here to address some people. Billy Dreamer. I would love to fight you and Wilburman this week, But yeah, I have something slightly more important to deal with, and that is IWA tag team gold. But feel free my friend to take on and beat Wilburman. Hell anyone can do that. And when I kick his ass at the PPV, I’ll face you the week after that, Gladly. And now, The Tag Team Gold. I am sick and tired of Donnie and I sharing a title. Only having one of the tag belts is real annoying. So Cyril, I know your out there, and seeing that you are just itching to step in the ring with me. Why not this Sunday, and we’ll battle it out, tag team style and see who just is the true tag team champion! Lets as you used to say, “Give what the fans want“, and I know the fans want some tag team champions! So if your game, drag your buddies butt back to the ring and lest get this thing on!”
Chamber stops, looks away for a split second, and looks into the camera.
“I like that. Turn it up!”
Fade to black..........................