Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2009 18:02:58 GMT -5
A locker room is not a place for playing. A locker room is a temple where the great fighters meditate with thoughts of the punishment they will inflict. Those who are sheepish and amiable need not apply. Respect is earned through the annihilation of one's opponent. It takes a special breed of competitor to cast aside feelings of human compassion in favor of raw, primal rage and the cold, calculating psyche of a serial killer. Chad Evans has no qualms about the pain that he causes to his opponents. It's all a part of the job description.
Evans is standing in front of the mirror in his locker room at the WCF Arena, hours before his match with Prince Jimmy Dean. He's dressed in his wrestling pants and boots. He's shirtless and without his robe. Chad wraps endless tape around his wrists and fingers as he stares into that mirror. Chad's exterior is calm and cool, but inside his mind is racing. His thoughts are scrambling like fighter planes. So much has been on Chad's mind since his trip to New Hampshire, but he has not spoken a word about it to anyone. How can a man, even the most driven competitor, focus on a wrestling match with so many vital questions unanswered?
Chad has a possible lead for tracking down Bobby Cairo, his best friend and mentor. Every moment that passes is a wasted moment, but Chad can't just walk away from his job to search for Cairo. Cairo would never tolerate it. Wrestling was everything to Cairo; he murdered and kidnapped to advance his career. Chad will search for Cairo when the time is right, but now he must focus on the immediate task at hand. Evans must focus his wrath against Prince Jimmy. Chad's trainer Bolts Quackenbush walks into the room and slaps Chad on his back.
Bolts Quackenbush: "How do you feel, Chad? Are you ready to do this shit? You ready to send Prince Jimmy back to Zimbabwe in a body bag?"
Chad turns away from the mirror and looks at his friend and trainer. Bolts is wearing his trademark gray tracksuit, his white hair slicked back in contrast to his shaggy beard. Chad solemnly nods his head.
Chad Evans: "It's actually Papua New Guinea, but yes I'm ready to destroy Prince Jimmy. I thought he was my friend until he betrayed me in that triple threat match with Brad Kane a few weeks ago. Now I know who my true friends are. Tonight I will exact my revenge and dissect the not-so-sweet Prince, piece by piece, until I break him down completely."
Chad turns his attention back to the mirror and returns to the task of taping his wrists and fingers.
Chad Evans: "There's been rumors going around the internets that my match with Prince Jimmy is an unofficial number one contender's match for the World Title."
Bolts emphatically shakes his head and wags his finger in Chad's face.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Do not get sidetracked by rumors, Chad. None of that shit means a damn thing if you don't focus on the task at hand and defeat Prince Jimmy."
Chad stares into his own eyes in the mirror, the thoughts still racing through his mind.
Chad Evans: "I'm listening to you, Bolts, and I hear what you're saying. Sometimes I just can't help but wonder what it would be like to be the top dog. I'm a strange brew and an acquired taste, but people would find me much harder to digest if I was squawking around with the title. I want to follow in Cairo's footsteps and climb to the top of the mountain like he did."
Bolts nods his head and pats Chad on his shoulder, as if sympathetic to Chad's feelings.
Bolts Quackenbush: "I'm going to tell you something right now, Chad. Seth Lerch was a cowardly motherfucker and that's why he got disposed of. Seth was always afraid to give Cairo his proper due. That's not gonna happen to you, my friend. Seth is lying in a ditch somewhere, drinking cheap rum and crying emo tears. A new era is upon us and you're going straight to the top, just like Cairo did."
Bolts places his hand on Chad's chin and turns Chad's face toward his. They look each other in the eye.
Bolts Quackenbush: "I've been here before and done this before. All of those dreams of championship glory will be your reality, but you must put in the work and focus on the task at hand. Do not let up and do not relent. Go out there tonight and bury this motherfucker. Do you understand me?"
Chad nods in understanding. Bolts winks at Chad and pats his head as if to say "good boy". Bolts walks out of the room. Chad turns his attention back to the mirror. Chad finishes taping his hands and throws the roll of tape onto the table in front of him. Chad stares at himself in the mirror, an intense expression on his face. He slaps himself in the face to psyche himself up and then does some stretching and jumping exercises. Chad punctuates his routine by emphatically punching his left fist into his opened right palm and snorting. This man is focused on the task at hand, regardless of those thoughts racing through his mind.
Evans is standing in front of the mirror in his locker room at the WCF Arena, hours before his match with Prince Jimmy Dean. He's dressed in his wrestling pants and boots. He's shirtless and without his robe. Chad wraps endless tape around his wrists and fingers as he stares into that mirror. Chad's exterior is calm and cool, but inside his mind is racing. His thoughts are scrambling like fighter planes. So much has been on Chad's mind since his trip to New Hampshire, but he has not spoken a word about it to anyone. How can a man, even the most driven competitor, focus on a wrestling match with so many vital questions unanswered?
Chad has a possible lead for tracking down Bobby Cairo, his best friend and mentor. Every moment that passes is a wasted moment, but Chad can't just walk away from his job to search for Cairo. Cairo would never tolerate it. Wrestling was everything to Cairo; he murdered and kidnapped to advance his career. Chad will search for Cairo when the time is right, but now he must focus on the immediate task at hand. Evans must focus his wrath against Prince Jimmy. Chad's trainer Bolts Quackenbush walks into the room and slaps Chad on his back.
Bolts Quackenbush: "How do you feel, Chad? Are you ready to do this shit? You ready to send Prince Jimmy back to Zimbabwe in a body bag?"
Chad turns away from the mirror and looks at his friend and trainer. Bolts is wearing his trademark gray tracksuit, his white hair slicked back in contrast to his shaggy beard. Chad solemnly nods his head.
Chad Evans: "It's actually Papua New Guinea, but yes I'm ready to destroy Prince Jimmy. I thought he was my friend until he betrayed me in that triple threat match with Brad Kane a few weeks ago. Now I know who my true friends are. Tonight I will exact my revenge and dissect the not-so-sweet Prince, piece by piece, until I break him down completely."
Chad turns his attention back to the mirror and returns to the task of taping his wrists and fingers.
Chad Evans: "There's been rumors going around the internets that my match with Prince Jimmy is an unofficial number one contender's match for the World Title."
Bolts emphatically shakes his head and wags his finger in Chad's face.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Do not get sidetracked by rumors, Chad. None of that shit means a damn thing if you don't focus on the task at hand and defeat Prince Jimmy."
Chad stares into his own eyes in the mirror, the thoughts still racing through his mind.
Chad Evans: "I'm listening to you, Bolts, and I hear what you're saying. Sometimes I just can't help but wonder what it would be like to be the top dog. I'm a strange brew and an acquired taste, but people would find me much harder to digest if I was squawking around with the title. I want to follow in Cairo's footsteps and climb to the top of the mountain like he did."
Bolts nods his head and pats Chad on his shoulder, as if sympathetic to Chad's feelings.
Bolts Quackenbush: "I'm going to tell you something right now, Chad. Seth Lerch was a cowardly motherfucker and that's why he got disposed of. Seth was always afraid to give Cairo his proper due. That's not gonna happen to you, my friend. Seth is lying in a ditch somewhere, drinking cheap rum and crying emo tears. A new era is upon us and you're going straight to the top, just like Cairo did."
Bolts places his hand on Chad's chin and turns Chad's face toward his. They look each other in the eye.
Bolts Quackenbush: "I've been here before and done this before. All of those dreams of championship glory will be your reality, but you must put in the work and focus on the task at hand. Do not let up and do not relent. Go out there tonight and bury this motherfucker. Do you understand me?"
Chad nods in understanding. Bolts winks at Chad and pats his head as if to say "good boy". Bolts walks out of the room. Chad turns his attention back to the mirror. Chad finishes taping his hands and throws the roll of tape onto the table in front of him. Chad stares at himself in the mirror, an intense expression on his face. He slaps himself in the face to psyche himself up and then does some stretching and jumping exercises. Chad punctuates his routine by emphatically punching his left fist into his opened right palm and snorting. This man is focused on the task at hand, regardless of those thoughts racing through his mind.
