Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 19:57:12 GMT
The back door to the arena opens up as Chamber and Julie Ann walk in. It’s almost show time as they arrive, and the two seem to be back together, for now anyways. Chamber places his arm around his honey as they make their way inside to their locker room. How sweet.
Chamber in his jean jacket and blue jeans, his gear in a bag in tow behind him in one of those rolling tote bag. Tonight is special, as he gets to shut Scorpion up once and for all. Finally, they reach their locker room and enter. Chamber parks his little bag on wheels and slides his jacket off and tosses it on a chair. Julie Ann drops his shit on a chair as well. She turns and walks up to Chamber, giving him a peak on the cheek.
“Okay.” She says. “I have to go to work. See you in a bit. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” Chamber says as he starts to unbutton his shirt, getting ready himself.
As Julie leaves, A knock is on the door as his old buddy Captain Howdy walks in.
“Hey hey.” He says.
Chamber spins around, surprised. “Hey buddy! Sup?”
“Not much, just getting ready for work myself, You?”
“Same here. How’s things going?”
“Great!” Howdy says, even though things really aren’t going all that great.
“How’s KC doing?”
“Not so well, It folded.” says Howdy in response to Chamber’s question to the VWF. KC, Chamber’s twin brother, who wrestled as Crash, started his own indie fed, which went well, till it just folded. Oh well, life goes on.
“Really?”
“Yeah. With no backing from the XWA, it lost interest, so.”
“Yeah.” Chamber says. “I can see that. So what is he up to anyways. Haven't seen him in ages you know.”
“Back to personal training. Says he is done with in ring shit for now.”
“That’s what he said the last time.”
“I know, you know, but I think he means it this time. Besides, he is the personal trainers for the Swedish swim team.” Howdy says with a smile on his face.
Chamber pauses. “No shit.” With a surprise in his voice.
“Yeah.” Howdy responds with.
“Good for him.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said too. So what ya doing tonight?”
“Not much, beating a newbie’s ass, making a believer out of him, nothing new.”
“I hear that. Who is it this time?” Howdy asks.
“Scorpion.”
“Ahh yes. Him.”
“That’s what I said.” Chamber says.
Howdy check his watch. “Well, I have a meeting, need to run. Catch ya later okay?”
“Yeah, sure thing.”
Now, as Chamber drops his drawers and get ready for tonight as he slides on his tights, he could be thinking about only Scorpion and how he is going to destroy him in the ring, how he is going take his hands, place them around his neck and squeeze, but then again, that would be a bit gay now wouldn’t it? But let the truth be known, as soon as Chamber was done dressing, his thoughts does turn towards Scorpion. For the first time in a day, he is just now starting to think about Scorpion. Chamber leaves the locker room and makes his way down to the ring................
Some time later, Chamber enters the actually arena area of the place. Everything is set up and ready to go. The chairs are out, the ring is up, the mats are down, the guard rails are up and so are the announce tables. Chamber makes his way down to the ring in the empty arena. There’s not one soul in the place. Chamber walks around the ring, checking things out, making sure.......Not sure what he is making sure of, but he’s there anyways.
Finally, he’s happy and leans on the guard rail, crosses his massive arms. He scans the place, knowing that in a few hours, this place will be packed with rabid fans, all loving or hating him tonight. More likely hating him. And why is it, that only he gets pelted with beer cans, popcorn and other shit when he comes to the ring. Every night, anywhere’s, the same thing happens night in and night out.
“This is where it all started.” Chamber starts. “Right here, I came into the IWA with some knowing who I was all ready. And after one certain PPV, I left being the most hated ass in the world. And it’s stuff like that follows me from place to place. What happened that night, will last a life time, not only for me, but Wilburman as well. And, what we did was only doing what we’re paid to do. To put on a show. A show that is still talked about, followed, and relived to this day by them, The fans. And ever since then, we have been the apple in the IWA’s eye. And to the fans, we are the two guys who killed each other for a title. In the ring, we hate each other, on camera, we hate each other. But after work, at the bar with the girls, we’re best buds. Friends. And in this business, that is rare. To them...( Chamber extends his hand towards the seats, motioning the fans)... we are what they call legends. From that day on, we are the biggest stars in their eyes, no one was better, meaner or hated more than me on that day. And Wilburman, was just a victim. Yeah, sure that was some time ago, But to them, it was yesterday.”
Chamber stands up off the rail and climbs into the ring, stepping over the top rope.
“Fear......is only a four letter word. Scorpion stands in front of a camera and says he doesn’t fear me.” Chamber pauses. “Well good for him, Let me give you a star for that. If all you got out of mine last few promo’s was that I strike fear into my opponent, then I guess, you didn’t get the whole picture. I don’t have to strike fear into my opponents. Half of us “old guys”, you know, the ones that you once said we should step aside and let the new stars of the IWA by, All know what I can do, and what I have done. The have either felt it, or seen it. And that is something, they respect. I am who I am because of what I have done, and the knowledge, that right around the corner, it can, and will happen again. You see, I have a reputation. And, it has become a standard in the IWA, XWA, WWCW, RWF and so on. Every place I go, It always happens. Some always gets hurts, some one always is forced into retirement, Something, always happens. And, every one knows that, that is on the front of their minds when they step into the ring with me. Saying to them self's, “Is this the day I die?” And like always, I have some new blood walk in and start trashing me like no tomorrow. Thinking they can out do me, or even yet, beat me. And, over the years, Some have, and some have not. Yeah I have lost. So what? Who doesn’t. But there was never a opponent who walked away with a win and didn’t say after words, “Chamber is one mad bastard! He’s one tough son of a bitch.” And, their little victory dance, is always short lived. So Scorpion, I wish you luck. Sunday, Tonight, You’ll get the biggest match of your life. And all of your little weight lifting that you so like to brag about will come in handy. Cuz, believe me, You’ll need it.”
Chamber steps out of the ring and jumps to the floor and starts to make his way to the back.
“Some people, only pretend, and some people are the real deal, and tonight, I’ll show the world, your only a pretender.”
Chamber smiles and walks up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain..............................
Chamber in his jean jacket and blue jeans, his gear in a bag in tow behind him in one of those rolling tote bag. Tonight is special, as he gets to shut Scorpion up once and for all. Finally, they reach their locker room and enter. Chamber parks his little bag on wheels and slides his jacket off and tosses it on a chair. Julie Ann drops his shit on a chair as well. She turns and walks up to Chamber, giving him a peak on the cheek.
“Okay.” She says. “I have to go to work. See you in a bit. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” Chamber says as he starts to unbutton his shirt, getting ready himself.
As Julie leaves, A knock is on the door as his old buddy Captain Howdy walks in.
“Hey hey.” He says.
Chamber spins around, surprised. “Hey buddy! Sup?”
“Not much, just getting ready for work myself, You?”
“Same here. How’s things going?”
“Great!” Howdy says, even though things really aren’t going all that great.
“How’s KC doing?”
“Not so well, It folded.” says Howdy in response to Chamber’s question to the VWF. KC, Chamber’s twin brother, who wrestled as Crash, started his own indie fed, which went well, till it just folded. Oh well, life goes on.
“Really?”
“Yeah. With no backing from the XWA, it lost interest, so.”
“Yeah.” Chamber says. “I can see that. So what is he up to anyways. Haven't seen him in ages you know.”
“Back to personal training. Says he is done with in ring shit for now.”
“That’s what he said the last time.”
“I know, you know, but I think he means it this time. Besides, he is the personal trainers for the Swedish swim team.” Howdy says with a smile on his face.
Chamber pauses. “No shit.” With a surprise in his voice.
“Yeah.” Howdy responds with.
“Good for him.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said too. So what ya doing tonight?”
“Not much, beating a newbie’s ass, making a believer out of him, nothing new.”
“I hear that. Who is it this time?” Howdy asks.
“Scorpion.”
“Ahh yes. Him.”
“That’s what I said.” Chamber says.
Howdy check his watch. “Well, I have a meeting, need to run. Catch ya later okay?”
“Yeah, sure thing.”
Now, as Chamber drops his drawers and get ready for tonight as he slides on his tights, he could be thinking about only Scorpion and how he is going to destroy him in the ring, how he is going take his hands, place them around his neck and squeeze, but then again, that would be a bit gay now wouldn’t it? But let the truth be known, as soon as Chamber was done dressing, his thoughts does turn towards Scorpion. For the first time in a day, he is just now starting to think about Scorpion. Chamber leaves the locker room and makes his way down to the ring................
Some time later, Chamber enters the actually arena area of the place. Everything is set up and ready to go. The chairs are out, the ring is up, the mats are down, the guard rails are up and so are the announce tables. Chamber makes his way down to the ring in the empty arena. There’s not one soul in the place. Chamber walks around the ring, checking things out, making sure.......Not sure what he is making sure of, but he’s there anyways.
Finally, he’s happy and leans on the guard rail, crosses his massive arms. He scans the place, knowing that in a few hours, this place will be packed with rabid fans, all loving or hating him tonight. More likely hating him. And why is it, that only he gets pelted with beer cans, popcorn and other shit when he comes to the ring. Every night, anywhere’s, the same thing happens night in and night out.
“This is where it all started.” Chamber starts. “Right here, I came into the IWA with some knowing who I was all ready. And after one certain PPV, I left being the most hated ass in the world. And it’s stuff like that follows me from place to place. What happened that night, will last a life time, not only for me, but Wilburman as well. And, what we did was only doing what we’re paid to do. To put on a show. A show that is still talked about, followed, and relived to this day by them, The fans. And ever since then, we have been the apple in the IWA’s eye. And to the fans, we are the two guys who killed each other for a title. In the ring, we hate each other, on camera, we hate each other. But after work, at the bar with the girls, we’re best buds. Friends. And in this business, that is rare. To them...( Chamber extends his hand towards the seats, motioning the fans)... we are what they call legends. From that day on, we are the biggest stars in their eyes, no one was better, meaner or hated more than me on that day. And Wilburman, was just a victim. Yeah, sure that was some time ago, But to them, it was yesterday.”
Chamber stands up off the rail and climbs into the ring, stepping over the top rope.
“Fear......is only a four letter word. Scorpion stands in front of a camera and says he doesn’t fear me.” Chamber pauses. “Well good for him, Let me give you a star for that. If all you got out of mine last few promo’s was that I strike fear into my opponent, then I guess, you didn’t get the whole picture. I don’t have to strike fear into my opponents. Half of us “old guys”, you know, the ones that you once said we should step aside and let the new stars of the IWA by, All know what I can do, and what I have done. The have either felt it, or seen it. And that is something, they respect. I am who I am because of what I have done, and the knowledge, that right around the corner, it can, and will happen again. You see, I have a reputation. And, it has become a standard in the IWA, XWA, WWCW, RWF and so on. Every place I go, It always happens. Some always gets hurts, some one always is forced into retirement, Something, always happens. And, every one knows that, that is on the front of their minds when they step into the ring with me. Saying to them self's, “Is this the day I die?” And like always, I have some new blood walk in and start trashing me like no tomorrow. Thinking they can out do me, or even yet, beat me. And, over the years, Some have, and some have not. Yeah I have lost. So what? Who doesn’t. But there was never a opponent who walked away with a win and didn’t say after words, “Chamber is one mad bastard! He’s one tough son of a bitch.” And, their little victory dance, is always short lived. So Scorpion, I wish you luck. Sunday, Tonight, You’ll get the biggest match of your life. And all of your little weight lifting that you so like to brag about will come in handy. Cuz, believe me, You’ll need it.”
Chamber steps out of the ring and jumps to the floor and starts to make his way to the back.
“Some people, only pretend, and some people are the real deal, and tonight, I’ll show the world, your only a pretender.”
Chamber smiles and walks up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain..............................