Post by Psychopomp on Jul 1, 2016 19:28:06 GMT -5
The camera opens inside a local hardware store from Reading. There's a few costumers browsing in the aisles, some looking for hammer, chainsaws and paint, other are there just to pass the time in their old age.
The store is pretty small compared to some of those bigger corporation in town but the quality of service and being opened since 1958 as helped this third generation owner to still be open. The once white walls
had now turned yellow and probably needed a few fresh coat of paint, probably from when it was still legal to smoke in businesses. Even if it seemed a bit odd that a place that actually sold paint had that problem the rest of the store looked pretty new compared to it.
A tall muscular man enters the store, he's wearing white shoes, gray Costco jogging pants, a old black t-shirt with holes that makes you clearly see gauze taped to various parts of his upper body ,a black 'WCF' baseball cap and some fake 'Clark Kent' type of glasses.
He's also carrying a duffled bag that seems to be pretty heavy at first glance. He slowly gets in line for the register. While waiting he whistle some songs out of tune that seems to annoy some of the customers waiting in line and after a dozen minutes he finallyreach his goal and he's met with a pimple-popping teenager with a huge smile on his face.
Clerk: Hello sir, how may I help you today?
Pomp: (In a spanish accent) Heu allo, i woulda like to raturn these itemz por favor.
As Pomp puts the bag on the cash register to opens it, the clerk tries not to laugh at the poor espagnol accent before looking at the content of it
Clerk: Let's see what we have here...A used saw...two pieces of 2X2 that looks cut...a wrench with paint scrapped off and what looks like some sort of red liquid...And
The clerk lifts his head, rolling his eyes and sighing loudly
Clerk: What seems to be tinder from what probably used to be one of the wooden tables we sell in the back...
Pomp: Ah si, si, very una-stable that mesa...I putted a bit ofa weight and boom in tiny pieces.
Clerk: Ok what I am supposed to do with them!?
Pomp: Take a them back...I donta needa them anymore. I have receipt
He reaches down in his pants and pulls out a bunched up piece of of paper that looked like a fail attempt at making an origami ball and hands it to the Clerk who reluctantly take it. He then tries to undo that paper ball as quickly as possible with touching it the least possible to find that most of the printed writing have rubbed off and is barely readable.
Clerk: Ok what is this? You bring me used and broken tools and a moist, faded 'Receipt' from probably your ball sack and you want to get reimbursed?
Pomp calmly put his left hand under his chin and pause a few seconds to think over the offer
Pomp: (still in his Spanish accent) Si, si that woulda be greate. Cash woulda be greate too.
Clerk: I can't take those back! What am i going to do with a sawed 4x4? A used saw, that probably cut the wood? Pieces of a DESTOYED table and a wrench that i had no idea what you did with it and probably don't want to know!
Pomp: I definataly did a not twista a guys nipple witha them, if that whata you asking. Can I see youra Supervisor?
We can see the store employee starting to lose his patience with him
Clerk: I'm replacing the supervisor today, he's my uncle and I'm NOT taking those thing back!
The young man quickly starts throwing the stuff back in the bag
Pomp: Wo wo wo, you loco chika?! It-a says 2 weeks return for a fulla REFUND!
He's also starting to lose his cool since things aren't going as smoothly as he'd hoped
Pomp: I been coming here since i was nino witha my big Popa Pomp even when your grand papi was still alive!
Clerk: Grandpa is still alive...
Pomp: That is besida tha point! If you not taken them back I will tell every people of your LIES and your malo SERVICE!!
Clerk: Calm down sir, no need to make a scene!
Pomp gets louder and pace around the counter and throws his cap on the ground with force
Pomp: REFUND! REFUND! REFUND!
The clerk finally gives up
Clerk: Look, how about I give you store credit or I call the cops?
Psychopomp stops to think at the offer that's given to him
Pomp: I a accept...
The clerk starts scanning the articles in his register and the camera fades to black
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Wednesday morning
It's 9 a.m. at the Rodeway Inn in Reading Pennsylvania and the light tries to fight through the accumulated dirt from the windows to shine in the room that Psychopomp calls his 'home' for now.
Not much has changed since our last visits there...The carpet stains on the floor still looks questionable at best and the cigarette burns on the yellow-ish wall brings a contrast to it.
Someone knocks on his door and slides a piece of paper under it. Pomp quickly sits up in his bed. We could still notice the gauze taped around his ribs and biceps and a few stitches on his back.
He was still dealing from small injuries from his match at Blast but was told he would recover in less than a week.
'I'm up, i'm up no need for the chair Jack...'
He slowly stretches his arms and gives a loud, wide yawn that could fit a few flies...if they weren't dead, glued on the tape next to the window. He then turns to the side and gets up. Scratching
his bruised butt ox with small blot of multiple colo ranging from purple to red, he trots around the bed hiding his eyes with his forearm as he moves passed the window to shield them from the sun.
'Urgh, isn't too early for the sun to be out?'
After muttering to himself he manages to bend down without hitting his head on the door to pick-up the sheet of paper on the ground.
'Humm...This looks like this weeks card. I wonder if I'm on it?
He quickly browse the sheet, ignoring every name that isn't similar to his
.
'I got a match with Adam Young in a tag tag match, that's cool...Feels nice not having to fight another stupid cult leader...Oh wait that's Psycho DRAGON. That's fine, I didn't really want to fight against a Mr. Freeze and Ghost Rider knock-off.
'
His eyes continues to scan the sheet
'So Ace and SEVERAN KING!?! COME ON! I just said I wanted something different this week! This guys is just like the other one...what's his
name again...keep forgetting...Oh yeah! The Plague...how could I forget those cookies...'
He stares off into space a bit probably thinking about them but who knows really he could be thinking of that video on Youtube about that cat that tries to beat his reflection in the mirror...funny stuff...
'What was I saying? Oh yes my match! People say I'm crazy? 'Oh Pomp you like to train naked' or 'Don't put ketchup on your bacon?' But King
is just stupid crazy! He goes on this failed vision quest that he can't even finish, or last more than what 5 hours? Before fainting like if
Fat Carl would try to walk up a set of stairs?! Were you trying to audition for Survivor? Even they wouldn't have cast you after that!
Did you know that I probably had to WALK 200 kilometers in the ice cold tundra from Iqaluit to Inuvik to get to the next show because my snow mobile broke down? Did I cry? No. Did I whine? No. Did I need help from some medics? No. I might now have any feelings left in my left foot
but at least I made it and I finished what I started! I didn't need to make up this who 'End of the world' zaniness to not have to finish it.
When I set myself a goal I accomplish it, even if i have to try, punch, try, kick, try, succeed! Oh Severan...'
He goes to get a glass of water and not so clear water comes out of it
'You have to brainwash the people around you to control and make them think what you want with your faith. Even your poor little boy Zeke
has to go through that same babble every time he does something that he wants to do. He as to lie, hide from you, that's not good parenting!
You were probably a lot more fun before you started hiding behind that white suit. Maybe those visions you're having are symptom from when
you use to take acid all the time? That's probably around the time you got that tramp stamp done that says 'Give it all you got' that you didn't show in one of your interviews...I know it, the whole WCF galaxy can imagine you having it and are still probably laughing about it.
You might have told you kid that you would let him do what he wants if Excaliber won against you, but that wasn't a REAL challenge was it?
Things are going to be stepped up a notch this week when one of the people you're going to have to face is me! You better bring all your
undead, brain-washed, blind followers this week because even your payers or your GOD will be able to save you this time...'
He puts down his glass of water on the small table in his 'living room' and grabs himself a boll and his box of Trix cereals
'But yeah, oh and there's Ace in our match too. I didn't realize that the WCF signed the guitarist from KISS! I'm a big fan, love your music
but I'm kind of wondering about your life choices right now. I mean at your age to start wrestling! You must really have a passion for the
sport, I never know that about you. It's a shame you lost to Plague at Blast...I didn't see the match but I heard good things. Here let me
check out what you've done so far...I mean you are a rock n' roll hall of famer, you deserve that much...'
He grabs his phone from the charger cable next to his night table and starts searching for videos on the internet
'Love that song'
Searches for other clips 'ACE+WCF'
'Oh my'
Keeps searching
'That can't be right...'
Looks at more videos
'WAIT YOU'RE NOT ACE FREELY!? Oh MY GOD! It makes a lot more sense now! OK, OK, not bad, not bad.'
Psychopomp's head slowly starts to tilt down, his eyes closes slowly and drool begins to trickle from his chin and rapidly ends up in his
bowl of freshly made delicious Trix cereal. He rapidly sits up and shakes his head
'Sorry, you were talking so much in your video, I felt asleep. I haven't heard something so boring since I last watched the Public station in
town that were doing a documentary on the art of making unicorn pigs hat. At least that I lasted more than 2 minutes! But that's OK, you
probably won't even last that long in the ring this week. It might just be best if you stay by the ringside, holding Severan's tampons so
he doesn't get them dirty. Yes, that would probably be your best option to 'survive' as you like to say. See you're still 'surviving'
while I've already survived. I've been through a lot worse than anything you can imagine of doing to me between those 4 ring posts. I'm
still here on my own two feet, where you and Severan will by down on your back , unable to crawl, get up, strike or win. Speaking of...
Pomp finishes his bowl Trix & drool and gets up to put on his favorite sweat pants and removes his bus pass and his gift card from the
hardware store he went to recently
'I think I better go pick up some new supplies for this week...He'll be so happy to see me.
'
The camera fades to black as he finishes getting dressed and leaving his motel room
The store is pretty small compared to some of those bigger corporation in town but the quality of service and being opened since 1958 as helped this third generation owner to still be open. The once white walls
had now turned yellow and probably needed a few fresh coat of paint, probably from when it was still legal to smoke in businesses. Even if it seemed a bit odd that a place that actually sold paint had that problem the rest of the store looked pretty new compared to it.
A tall muscular man enters the store, he's wearing white shoes, gray Costco jogging pants, a old black t-shirt with holes that makes you clearly see gauze taped to various parts of his upper body ,a black 'WCF' baseball cap and some fake 'Clark Kent' type of glasses.
He's also carrying a duffled bag that seems to be pretty heavy at first glance. He slowly gets in line for the register. While waiting he whistle some songs out of tune that seems to annoy some of the customers waiting in line and after a dozen minutes he finallyreach his goal and he's met with a pimple-popping teenager with a huge smile on his face.
Clerk: Hello sir, how may I help you today?
Pomp: (In a spanish accent) Heu allo, i woulda like to raturn these itemz por favor.
As Pomp puts the bag on the cash register to opens it, the clerk tries not to laugh at the poor espagnol accent before looking at the content of it
Clerk: Let's see what we have here...A used saw...two pieces of 2X2 that looks cut...a wrench with paint scrapped off and what looks like some sort of red liquid...And
The clerk lifts his head, rolling his eyes and sighing loudly
Clerk: What seems to be tinder from what probably used to be one of the wooden tables we sell in the back...
Pomp: Ah si, si, very una-stable that mesa...I putted a bit ofa weight and boom in tiny pieces.
Clerk: Ok what I am supposed to do with them!?
Pomp: Take a them back...I donta needa them anymore. I have receipt
He reaches down in his pants and pulls out a bunched up piece of of paper that looked like a fail attempt at making an origami ball and hands it to the Clerk who reluctantly take it. He then tries to undo that paper ball as quickly as possible with touching it the least possible to find that most of the printed writing have rubbed off and is barely readable.
Clerk: Ok what is this? You bring me used and broken tools and a moist, faded 'Receipt' from probably your ball sack and you want to get reimbursed?
Pomp calmly put his left hand under his chin and pause a few seconds to think over the offer
Pomp: (still in his Spanish accent) Si, si that woulda be greate. Cash woulda be greate too.
Clerk: I can't take those back! What am i going to do with a sawed 4x4? A used saw, that probably cut the wood? Pieces of a DESTOYED table and a wrench that i had no idea what you did with it and probably don't want to know!
Pomp: I definataly did a not twista a guys nipple witha them, if that whata you asking. Can I see youra Supervisor?
We can see the store employee starting to lose his patience with him
Clerk: I'm replacing the supervisor today, he's my uncle and I'm NOT taking those thing back!
The young man quickly starts throwing the stuff back in the bag
Pomp: Wo wo wo, you loco chika?! It-a says 2 weeks return for a fulla REFUND!
He's also starting to lose his cool since things aren't going as smoothly as he'd hoped
Pomp: I been coming here since i was nino witha my big Popa Pomp even when your grand papi was still alive!
Clerk: Grandpa is still alive...
Pomp: That is besida tha point! If you not taken them back I will tell every people of your LIES and your malo SERVICE!!
Clerk: Calm down sir, no need to make a scene!
Pomp gets louder and pace around the counter and throws his cap on the ground with force
Pomp: REFUND! REFUND! REFUND!
The clerk finally gives up
Clerk: Look, how about I give you store credit or I call the cops?
Psychopomp stops to think at the offer that's given to him
Pomp: I a accept...
The clerk starts scanning the articles in his register and the camera fades to black
================================================================================
Wednesday morning
It's 9 a.m. at the Rodeway Inn in Reading Pennsylvania and the light tries to fight through the accumulated dirt from the windows to shine in the room that Psychopomp calls his 'home' for now.
Not much has changed since our last visits there...The carpet stains on the floor still looks questionable at best and the cigarette burns on the yellow-ish wall brings a contrast to it.
Someone knocks on his door and slides a piece of paper under it. Pomp quickly sits up in his bed. We could still notice the gauze taped around his ribs and biceps and a few stitches on his back.
He was still dealing from small injuries from his match at Blast but was told he would recover in less than a week.
'I'm up, i'm up no need for the chair Jack...'
He slowly stretches his arms and gives a loud, wide yawn that could fit a few flies...if they weren't dead, glued on the tape next to the window. He then turns to the side and gets up. Scratching
his bruised butt ox with small blot of multiple colo ranging from purple to red, he trots around the bed hiding his eyes with his forearm as he moves passed the window to shield them from the sun.
'Urgh, isn't too early for the sun to be out?'
After muttering to himself he manages to bend down without hitting his head on the door to pick-up the sheet of paper on the ground.
'Humm...This looks like this weeks card. I wonder if I'm on it?
He quickly browse the sheet, ignoring every name that isn't similar to his
.
'I got a match with Adam Young in a tag tag match, that's cool...Feels nice not having to fight another stupid cult leader...Oh wait that's Psycho DRAGON. That's fine, I didn't really want to fight against a Mr. Freeze and Ghost Rider knock-off.
'
His eyes continues to scan the sheet
'So Ace and SEVERAN KING!?! COME ON! I just said I wanted something different this week! This guys is just like the other one...what's his
name again...keep forgetting...Oh yeah! The Plague...how could I forget those cookies...'
He stares off into space a bit probably thinking about them but who knows really he could be thinking of that video on Youtube about that cat that tries to beat his reflection in the mirror...funny stuff...
'What was I saying? Oh yes my match! People say I'm crazy? 'Oh Pomp you like to train naked' or 'Don't put ketchup on your bacon?' But King
is just stupid crazy! He goes on this failed vision quest that he can't even finish, or last more than what 5 hours? Before fainting like if
Fat Carl would try to walk up a set of stairs?! Were you trying to audition for Survivor? Even they wouldn't have cast you after that!
Did you know that I probably had to WALK 200 kilometers in the ice cold tundra from Iqaluit to Inuvik to get to the next show because my snow mobile broke down? Did I cry? No. Did I whine? No. Did I need help from some medics? No. I might now have any feelings left in my left foot
but at least I made it and I finished what I started! I didn't need to make up this who 'End of the world' zaniness to not have to finish it.
When I set myself a goal I accomplish it, even if i have to try, punch, try, kick, try, succeed! Oh Severan...'
He goes to get a glass of water and not so clear water comes out of it
'You have to brainwash the people around you to control and make them think what you want with your faith. Even your poor little boy Zeke
has to go through that same babble every time he does something that he wants to do. He as to lie, hide from you, that's not good parenting!
You were probably a lot more fun before you started hiding behind that white suit. Maybe those visions you're having are symptom from when
you use to take acid all the time? That's probably around the time you got that tramp stamp done that says 'Give it all you got' that you didn't show in one of your interviews...I know it, the whole WCF galaxy can imagine you having it and are still probably laughing about it.
You might have told you kid that you would let him do what he wants if Excaliber won against you, but that wasn't a REAL challenge was it?
Things are going to be stepped up a notch this week when one of the people you're going to have to face is me! You better bring all your
undead, brain-washed, blind followers this week because even your payers or your GOD will be able to save you this time...'
He puts down his glass of water on the small table in his 'living room' and grabs himself a boll and his box of Trix cereals
'But yeah, oh and there's Ace in our match too. I didn't realize that the WCF signed the guitarist from KISS! I'm a big fan, love your music
but I'm kind of wondering about your life choices right now. I mean at your age to start wrestling! You must really have a passion for the
sport, I never know that about you. It's a shame you lost to Plague at Blast...I didn't see the match but I heard good things. Here let me
check out what you've done so far...I mean you are a rock n' roll hall of famer, you deserve that much...'
He grabs his phone from the charger cable next to his night table and starts searching for videos on the internet
'Love that song'
Searches for other clips 'ACE+WCF'
'Oh my'
Keeps searching
'That can't be right...'
Looks at more videos
'WAIT YOU'RE NOT ACE FREELY!? Oh MY GOD! It makes a lot more sense now! OK, OK, not bad, not bad.'
Psychopomp's head slowly starts to tilt down, his eyes closes slowly and drool begins to trickle from his chin and rapidly ends up in his
bowl of freshly made delicious Trix cereal. He rapidly sits up and shakes his head
'Sorry, you were talking so much in your video, I felt asleep. I haven't heard something so boring since I last watched the Public station in
town that were doing a documentary on the art of making unicorn pigs hat. At least that I lasted more than 2 minutes! But that's OK, you
probably won't even last that long in the ring this week. It might just be best if you stay by the ringside, holding Severan's tampons so
he doesn't get them dirty. Yes, that would probably be your best option to 'survive' as you like to say. See you're still 'surviving'
while I've already survived. I've been through a lot worse than anything you can imagine of doing to me between those 4 ring posts. I'm
still here on my own two feet, where you and Severan will by down on your back , unable to crawl, get up, strike or win. Speaking of...
Pomp finishes his bowl Trix & drool and gets up to put on his favorite sweat pants and removes his bus pass and his gift card from the
hardware store he went to recently
'I think I better go pick up some new supplies for this week...He'll be so happy to see me.
'
The camera fades to black as he finishes getting dressed and leaving his motel room
