Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 19:39:21 GMT
After the camera’s have gone off the air, and all is quite, somewhat. The monster of a man known as Chamber makes his way to his locker room. Annoyed, that Wilburman escaped, annoyed about the new blood around here who don’t make way, and pissed that Cobalt wasn’t there. But this was just one week, there are many more to come.
Walking past everyone, in his world of anger that he lives in, Chamber makes his way to his locker room, when he is stopped by no one other than a out of breathe cause he ran the whole way to catch up, Tom Prince.
“CHAMBER! WAIT UP!” He shouts out as he runs that last 20 feet or so. “HOLD UP MAN!” Tom again shouts out between the gasps of air. Chamber stops, turns, looks down as Tom come to a stop, doubling over, his hands on his knees, breathing hard, very hard, gasping for the last lung full of air.
“Yeah....(gasp, swallow)...Want.....to ask you a few, (gasp) questions.” Tom gets out, sweat pours from him, he loosens his tie and undoes a few buttons to his shirt. Chamber just looks down at him, looking at this out of shape man, who has no skills, no talent. He knows, with one huge shot to the base of the skull, Tom would be dead, his spinal cord breaking away from his brain, all messages his little brain is sending, would end as we know it. Then, soon, Tom’s heart would stop, maybe even exploding in his chest as it came to a violent end. Then, his blood would stop flowing and start to scab up in his body, bloating his ass some ten times large than he is now. And what a sight it would be, watching Tom Prince, the man who has been the color man for the IWA for a long, long time, die right here in this hallway, his eyes, slowly rolling to the back of his head, his mouth opening a bit and sounds of the body’s last gasp of air escaping, leaving him with nothing. And, the IWA would take this hard too, maybe even shut down for a week or two, mourning his passing, a passing that would be labeled, a mishap, a accident. Cards would flood in from around the world, saying how much they missed him, how much they loved him. Every one in the IWA, People who can’t stand him, would step forward, just to get the spotlight on them for ten seconds, stand in front of the press, a tear in their eye, Tell made stories of how they would travel together, even, spend some off time together. They would make you believe that they were best buds, and now, cause the tragic passing of such a close friend, that they can not life anymore, but will move on, Take that big step in life, and move on from this, because, that is how Tom would want it. And then, after everyone, one by one made their spewed on national TV, a few days of mourning will follow, And after the family of Tom’s here dropped his ass in the ground, before the big fat insurance check and the law suit on the IWA could begin, the papers would be slinging dirt, digging through the ashes and finding out, Tom’s death was no accident, but was, because the fucker was out of shape and had a massive heart attack running backstage so he could get a word with me.
“What do you want..........Tom?” Chamber says, waiting for Tom to drop dead.
“What, ....what was up with those attacks tonight?” Tom asks, who is getting better now, breathing a little lighter.
Chamber shakes his head, With the “You fucking retard.” On the tip of his tongue, But instead, He decided to say something to Tommie to make him think.
“Tom, we have known each other for how long?”
“A long time I guess.” Tom says
“And every time some one bumps into me and I beat their ass to a pulp, You come running up to me, and ask, Why did I do that, and every time Tom, what do I say?”
“Usually, something like, Cause I can Tom.”
“That right Tom, So why would this time be any different?”
“Not sure, but you never know.” Tom says.
“Well, Your wrong, it’s not different, Tom, In fact!” Chamber’s face begins to grow red, Tom, who is standing up right is about to get a lashing from Chamber. “I wish, you would just leave me along! You! Tom! Remind me of this little kid in high school! He was a little short stumpy kid, Stood about five foot three, had a 3 pound water melon for a head, and every fucking day, he would walk to me and say, “HI! My name is Donnie!” I tried like hell to avoid that retard! Donnie the retard we called him, but, damn! Where does a guy like me go to hide? No where you fool! And I HAD TO LISTEN TO THAT EVERY FUCKING DAY FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, DROVE ME NUTS! Drove me to the edge Tom, and one day! I snapped! I went crazy! And I beat his ass all over that hallway! And you want to know why Tom?”
“no...” Tom Prince says sheepishly
“Cause I CAN!”
That was a few days ago. It’s now Thursday night. Chamber stands outside a door, holding a key in his hand, looking at it and the door knob, debating if he should or not.
“Go ahead.”
“You know you want to.”
“This is what it’s all about.”
“This, is your life.”
“It’s time to move on.”
“Take the first step.”
“And talk to her.”
Chamber inserts the key into the knob, turns it and slowly opens the door. Inside, Julie is caught off guard and very surprised. Chamber walks into the room and as the door closes, Julie runs up to him, lunges and hugs him as she has missed him.
The door closes.
“Yes.”
“We have done our job.”
“For now.”
“And may we be blessed.”
“With many Oreo’s”
“And warm milk.”
“For days to come.”
fade to black..................................
Walking past everyone, in his world of anger that he lives in, Chamber makes his way to his locker room, when he is stopped by no one other than a out of breathe cause he ran the whole way to catch up, Tom Prince.
“CHAMBER! WAIT UP!” He shouts out as he runs that last 20 feet or so. “HOLD UP MAN!” Tom again shouts out between the gasps of air. Chamber stops, turns, looks down as Tom come to a stop, doubling over, his hands on his knees, breathing hard, very hard, gasping for the last lung full of air.
“Yeah....(gasp, swallow)...Want.....to ask you a few, (gasp) questions.” Tom gets out, sweat pours from him, he loosens his tie and undoes a few buttons to his shirt. Chamber just looks down at him, looking at this out of shape man, who has no skills, no talent. He knows, with one huge shot to the base of the skull, Tom would be dead, his spinal cord breaking away from his brain, all messages his little brain is sending, would end as we know it. Then, soon, Tom’s heart would stop, maybe even exploding in his chest as it came to a violent end. Then, his blood would stop flowing and start to scab up in his body, bloating his ass some ten times large than he is now. And what a sight it would be, watching Tom Prince, the man who has been the color man for the IWA for a long, long time, die right here in this hallway, his eyes, slowly rolling to the back of his head, his mouth opening a bit and sounds of the body’s last gasp of air escaping, leaving him with nothing. And, the IWA would take this hard too, maybe even shut down for a week or two, mourning his passing, a passing that would be labeled, a mishap, a accident. Cards would flood in from around the world, saying how much they missed him, how much they loved him. Every one in the IWA, People who can’t stand him, would step forward, just to get the spotlight on them for ten seconds, stand in front of the press, a tear in their eye, Tell made stories of how they would travel together, even, spend some off time together. They would make you believe that they were best buds, and now, cause the tragic passing of such a close friend, that they can not life anymore, but will move on, Take that big step in life, and move on from this, because, that is how Tom would want it. And then, after everyone, one by one made their spewed on national TV, a few days of mourning will follow, And after the family of Tom’s here dropped his ass in the ground, before the big fat insurance check and the law suit on the IWA could begin, the papers would be slinging dirt, digging through the ashes and finding out, Tom’s death was no accident, but was, because the fucker was out of shape and had a massive heart attack running backstage so he could get a word with me.
“What do you want..........Tom?” Chamber says, waiting for Tom to drop dead.
“What, ....what was up with those attacks tonight?” Tom asks, who is getting better now, breathing a little lighter.
Chamber shakes his head, With the “You fucking retard.” On the tip of his tongue, But instead, He decided to say something to Tommie to make him think.
“Tom, we have known each other for how long?”
“A long time I guess.” Tom says
“And every time some one bumps into me and I beat their ass to a pulp, You come running up to me, and ask, Why did I do that, and every time Tom, what do I say?”
“Usually, something like, Cause I can Tom.”
“That right Tom, So why would this time be any different?”
“Not sure, but you never know.” Tom says.
“Well, Your wrong, it’s not different, Tom, In fact!” Chamber’s face begins to grow red, Tom, who is standing up right is about to get a lashing from Chamber. “I wish, you would just leave me along! You! Tom! Remind me of this little kid in high school! He was a little short stumpy kid, Stood about five foot three, had a 3 pound water melon for a head, and every fucking day, he would walk to me and say, “HI! My name is Donnie!” I tried like hell to avoid that retard! Donnie the retard we called him, but, damn! Where does a guy like me go to hide? No where you fool! And I HAD TO LISTEN TO THAT EVERY FUCKING DAY FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, DROVE ME NUTS! Drove me to the edge Tom, and one day! I snapped! I went crazy! And I beat his ass all over that hallway! And you want to know why Tom?”
“no...” Tom Prince says sheepishly
“Cause I CAN!”
That was a few days ago. It’s now Thursday night. Chamber stands outside a door, holding a key in his hand, looking at it and the door knob, debating if he should or not.
“Go ahead.”
“You know you want to.”
“This is what it’s all about.”
“This, is your life.”
“It’s time to move on.”
“Take the first step.”
“And talk to her.”
Chamber inserts the key into the knob, turns it and slowly opens the door. Inside, Julie is caught off guard and very surprised. Chamber walks into the room and as the door closes, Julie runs up to him, lunges and hugs him as she has missed him.
The door closes.
“Yes.”
“We have done our job.”
“For now.”
“And may we be blessed.”
“With many Oreo’s”
“And warm milk.”
“For days to come.”
fade to black..................................