Post by Psychopomp on Aug 5, 2016 13:11:54 GMT -5
Salvation Army, Reading, PA, Lunch time
The camera opens in the salvation army in Reading and we can see an unkempt, unshaved Pomp. The place looks like you would expect; full of tables and chairs for people to rest and eat, with a cafeteria style line so that people can get something to eat when they can't afford to. Pomp's sitting at a table, there's a few people that's down on their luck sitting at the table but only one is next to the WCF wrestler. He' silently eating what looks like a cheap imitation of some turkey meats, a questionable soupy-ish gravy, dried peas, a slice of bread and some milk to wash it all down.
Pomp turns to his chair neighbor to ask him a question
"Hey Joe! I'll trade you my milk for your bread?"
Joe, being one of those classic homeless person, long dirty hair, dirty clothes, badly in need of a shower and reeks alcohol is starring blankly in front of him, next to Psychopomp.
Joe: "Mrblb br mbrel kkk..."
Pomp grabs his piece of bread and gives him little milk box
"Thanks, you're great. You know Joe, I may not has fallen as hard as you but it hasn't been easy for me too...I can't keep it together...I thought I was doing good, OK at worst but it's not happening"
Joe takes a short straw and slowly sip from his milk box
"I have good matches but then sometimes it's like I'm not even there and hit a few bumps in the road." He then takes the piece of bread and stuffs it down his throat "Prgjfk grgOG sdekq3dn flt4kmmcx! (translation: I even let my partner down at the Pay-per-view last week!)" Pomp takes a second and hit his chest to swallows his bread "AND I got pinned by Baron...I mean a lost here and there is not the end of the world but when you're starting to feel like your jobbing to the Baron Von Douchenstein, it's not easy to swallow...Just like that piece of bread I just ate. I mean, what was in there?! Sand paper!?" Pomp chuckles a bit before taking a gulp of gravy to tries and wash down that more than a day old bread. ''At least I have a chance at redemption this week." He looks down at his plate and stares and the nuclear green peas "I mean this guy just decides to put himself in our match!? Do you watch wrestling HoboJoe?" He taps on his shoulder.
Joe: "heurruhm?"
"Really? You should watch it, it's awesome. So yeah, he replaces one of my opponents last minute. You know how you get ready, knowing who you're going up against and then a few days before your match, they tell you that it's going to be someone else!? But I guess, that's what Baron Brown Lickasstein does. Tries to get into every one business, brown nose himself up some of the vets in our company to try to up the cards and into the King of the Death match Tournament? It's not going to work buddy! Oh no!" Psychopomp grabs his fork and raises his arm in the air. One of the volunteer tells Pomp to calm down or they'll have to ask him to leave. "Sorry...I was supposed to be a sure thing in that tournament buuttt noooooo! He as to butt in again, get in my business again and try to get glory. But the Baron might try to get favors from bicycle gangs but it won't do ANYTHING for him at Slam this week. When he'll hear the belt ring, and that he'll be flat out on his back looking at those spotlight time and realize that he should've stayed home in his Nazi museum. Maybe I'll even give him a taste of what a real 'Death match' is? I'm sure the fans would love it. Bring in some chairs, kendo sticks, I think I still some some 1x1 or 2x2 in my room...Oh and my pair of pliers"
Pomp looks down at his plate again and plays with with his 'turkey' and looks a bit discouraged "I want this, I need this...And if going through Baron to get in the King of Death match tournament, than that's what I'll have to do. Instead of being a Ultimate Showdown at the last pay per view it was more of a Ultimate Letdown for me..." He eats a piece of turkey and tries not to chew it too much before pushing it down "This is a moment for me to get back on my feet and finally do something here in the WCF. I've been here a few months now and I've had some chances; #1 contenders, tittle matches. But I can't seem to reach, grab, tackle those opportunities! "
Pomp looks at Joe who's pretty much just drooling milk at this point
"Do you know what it's like Joe? To want something so badly but you just can't reach it? Jump high enough to grab that moon? Like that old Chinese tale...Those WCF tittles and that King of the Death match Tournaments are my moon. But is my branch sturdy enough to hold me until I can grasp it or will I need to climb to another one? Or will I just be another fool that tries to reach for his dreams?" Pomp takes a pause to let his thoughts come together and looks again at Joe, who's now just head down in his plate of food, probably sleeping "I'm sorry Joe, you must be tired of hearing me rambling on and on about my problems...I got my issues too but, oh wait that reminds me!" He looks in backpack and grabs a bottle of his pills "My prescriptions are almost out so i have to stretch these as much as I can...Stupid WCF health benefits doesn't cover them and with the wage I'm being paid right now, I can barely afford them. But you know I still feel fine." Pomp opens the bottle to take the last pill from it and puts it in his mouth and chews it '' It kinda taste like oranges, it's not that bad...So what was I was saying Joe? Oh yes issues! I'm sure you have it worst than me. I have a job and you don't. I have a place to sleep that's not full of drug users...Well maybe not for long. They said i couldn't pay them anymore in WCF merchandise...Urm beside tthhaattt my clothes are a bit cleaner than yours."
Joe in now just face down on his plate and probably passed out...yeah pretty sure he's passed out...
"Oh are you still hungry Joe?" Turns around to grab his bag again and pull out a Tupperware from it "I still have a cookie left that Karma made me. They're really delicious but I like you Joe, when I talk with you, I feel like you're really listening to me. " Pomp takes the cookie out of the plastic container and breaks it in half and leaves a piece next to the motionless hobo "You can eat it later if you're not hungry now. She's always nice to me. It's been kinda lonely, living here by myself and I don't really know a lot of people. Her and Kev looks like they have a lot of friends, play games like that pokey-mon thing and hide-and-seek...I should really find a way to get her back her bowl, but i should wash it first."
Pomp lets out a big sigh and slowly get up to go empty his tray in the trash can
"See ya around Joe, nice talking to you"
The camera follows Psychopomp until he leaves the food bank and then the focus comes back to where he was sitting. But the only thing we see is the untouched half piece of cookie and no one sitting at the table. The camera fades to black
The camera opens in the salvation army in Reading and we can see an unkempt, unshaved Pomp. The place looks like you would expect; full of tables and chairs for people to rest and eat, with a cafeteria style line so that people can get something to eat when they can't afford to. Pomp's sitting at a table, there's a few people that's down on their luck sitting at the table but only one is next to the WCF wrestler. He' silently eating what looks like a cheap imitation of some turkey meats, a questionable soupy-ish gravy, dried peas, a slice of bread and some milk to wash it all down.
Pomp turns to his chair neighbor to ask him a question
"Hey Joe! I'll trade you my milk for your bread?"
Joe, being one of those classic homeless person, long dirty hair, dirty clothes, badly in need of a shower and reeks alcohol is starring blankly in front of him, next to Psychopomp.
Joe: "Mrblb br mbrel kkk..."
Pomp grabs his piece of bread and gives him little milk box
"Thanks, you're great. You know Joe, I may not has fallen as hard as you but it hasn't been easy for me too...I can't keep it together...I thought I was doing good, OK at worst but it's not happening"
Joe takes a short straw and slowly sip from his milk box
"I have good matches but then sometimes it's like I'm not even there and hit a few bumps in the road." He then takes the piece of bread and stuffs it down his throat "Prgjfk grgOG sdekq3dn flt4kmmcx! (translation: I even let my partner down at the Pay-per-view last week!)" Pomp takes a second and hit his chest to swallows his bread "AND I got pinned by Baron...I mean a lost here and there is not the end of the world but when you're starting to feel like your jobbing to the Baron Von Douchenstein, it's not easy to swallow...Just like that piece of bread I just ate. I mean, what was in there?! Sand paper!?" Pomp chuckles a bit before taking a gulp of gravy to tries and wash down that more than a day old bread. ''At least I have a chance at redemption this week." He looks down at his plate and stares and the nuclear green peas "I mean this guy just decides to put himself in our match!? Do you watch wrestling HoboJoe?" He taps on his shoulder.
Joe: "heurruhm?"
"Really? You should watch it, it's awesome. So yeah, he replaces one of my opponents last minute. You know how you get ready, knowing who you're going up against and then a few days before your match, they tell you that it's going to be someone else!? But I guess, that's what Baron Brown Lickasstein does. Tries to get into every one business, brown nose himself up some of the vets in our company to try to up the cards and into the King of the Death match Tournament? It's not going to work buddy! Oh no!" Psychopomp grabs his fork and raises his arm in the air. One of the volunteer tells Pomp to calm down or they'll have to ask him to leave. "Sorry...I was supposed to be a sure thing in that tournament buuttt noooooo! He as to butt in again, get in my business again and try to get glory. But the Baron might try to get favors from bicycle gangs but it won't do ANYTHING for him at Slam this week. When he'll hear the belt ring, and that he'll be flat out on his back looking at those spotlight time and realize that he should've stayed home in his Nazi museum. Maybe I'll even give him a taste of what a real 'Death match' is? I'm sure the fans would love it. Bring in some chairs, kendo sticks, I think I still some some 1x1 or 2x2 in my room...Oh and my pair of pliers"
Pomp looks down at his plate again and plays with with his 'turkey' and looks a bit discouraged "I want this, I need this...And if going through Baron to get in the King of Death match tournament, than that's what I'll have to do. Instead of being a Ultimate Showdown at the last pay per view it was more of a Ultimate Letdown for me..." He eats a piece of turkey and tries not to chew it too much before pushing it down "This is a moment for me to get back on my feet and finally do something here in the WCF. I've been here a few months now and I've had some chances; #1 contenders, tittle matches. But I can't seem to reach, grab, tackle those opportunities! "
Pomp looks at Joe who's pretty much just drooling milk at this point
"Do you know what it's like Joe? To want something so badly but you just can't reach it? Jump high enough to grab that moon? Like that old Chinese tale...Those WCF tittles and that King of the Death match Tournaments are my moon. But is my branch sturdy enough to hold me until I can grasp it or will I need to climb to another one? Or will I just be another fool that tries to reach for his dreams?" Pomp takes a pause to let his thoughts come together and looks again at Joe, who's now just head down in his plate of food, probably sleeping "I'm sorry Joe, you must be tired of hearing me rambling on and on about my problems...I got my issues too but, oh wait that reminds me!" He looks in backpack and grabs a bottle of his pills "My prescriptions are almost out so i have to stretch these as much as I can...Stupid WCF health benefits doesn't cover them and with the wage I'm being paid right now, I can barely afford them. But you know I still feel fine." Pomp opens the bottle to take the last pill from it and puts it in his mouth and chews it '' It kinda taste like oranges, it's not that bad...So what was I was saying Joe? Oh yes issues! I'm sure you have it worst than me. I have a job and you don't. I have a place to sleep that's not full of drug users...Well maybe not for long. They said i couldn't pay them anymore in WCF merchandise...Urm beside tthhaattt my clothes are a bit cleaner than yours."
Joe in now just face down on his plate and probably passed out...yeah pretty sure he's passed out...
"Oh are you still hungry Joe?" Turns around to grab his bag again and pull out a Tupperware from it "I still have a cookie left that Karma made me. They're really delicious but I like you Joe, when I talk with you, I feel like you're really listening to me. " Pomp takes the cookie out of the plastic container and breaks it in half and leaves a piece next to the motionless hobo "You can eat it later if you're not hungry now. She's always nice to me. It's been kinda lonely, living here by myself and I don't really know a lot of people. Her and Kev looks like they have a lot of friends, play games like that pokey-mon thing and hide-and-seek...I should really find a way to get her back her bowl, but i should wash it first."
Pomp lets out a big sigh and slowly get up to go empty his tray in the trash can
"See ya around Joe, nice talking to you"
The camera follows Psychopomp until he leaves the food bank and then the focus comes back to where he was sitting. But the only thing we see is the untouched half piece of cookie and no one sitting at the table. The camera fades to black
