Post by Chris Schofield on Jun 25, 2012 2:04:52 GMT -6
When I finally returned to the land of the living I was greeted by a massive headache. Funny, I did't recall drinking that much. But then again my head had worked overtime, despite the pain, and pieced together the puzzle that had been recent events.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!"
That voice...OH SHIT!
My head punished me with pure agony as I burst to into motion, the relief I felt however was enough to somewhat numb the pain when I discovered I was still very much clothed.
But hang on...when did I get to a bed?
More importantly, who's bed?
"Was wondering when you would finally wake."
"Why? Prefer your victims conscious? So they know what you do to them?"
That was a bit harsh, but I had a splitting headache and had woken up in a stranger's bed so I felt slightly justified.
"Quite an active imagination you have, but as you can see no real harm has come to you. Well...except the slight knock to the head."
"Slight?"
"You were only out for the better part of two days. I must be losing my touch, back in the day a headbutt from me would leave people out for the better part of a week."
I only half paid attention as I surveyed the room for an exit and the location of the voice in relation. As it turned out both were easy enough to find, I was inside your run-of-the-mill hotel room and my captor (the same figure from the alley) was seated by the kitchen bench which unfortunately was in front of the only door.
"Where am I?"
The guy still hid behind a hood and dark sunglasses so I was unable to make out his facial features. How convenient.
"Some cheap hotel, but don't worry you are still in England. Would you like some tea?"
As if that was supposed to make me feel better.
"Tea? That's a bit cliche isn't it?"
"When in Rome..."
Look what you got yourself into this time Chris!
"You're enjoying this little game of yours aren't you?"
"Hmmm I'd be lying if I said no, but that's off topic. This isn't about me getting my kicks, this is about some serious business."
"Business?"
"I know who you are Chris. I know why you don't wrestle anymore and why you felt the need to run all the way to the UK."
I started to get serious Kathy Bate's Misery vibes.
"So you've done you're homework this leaves me at a disadvantage."
How the hell did he know so much about me?
"How rude of me, hmm, at this point I think it best if you call me...Mister E."
"Mister E? How quaint."
"Chris I am offering you a golden opportunity, I am offering you a second chance. So few people get a second chance, even less those who deserve them. I know what you are capable of, I know with proper instruction and incentive you could achive such great things!"
Something he had said struck a nerve and instead of looking for an escape my full attention was securely on my captor.
"What are you talking about?"
"I myself used to wrestle and I am willing to impart my kowledge and expertise to you. Think about it Chris, with my help you can finally return home with pride."
...Home?
Couldn't deny I was tempted by what he was saying. I must have been going crazy.
"Go on."
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!"
That voice...OH SHIT!
My head punished me with pure agony as I burst to into motion, the relief I felt however was enough to somewhat numb the pain when I discovered I was still very much clothed.
But hang on...when did I get to a bed?
More importantly, who's bed?
"Was wondering when you would finally wake."
"Why? Prefer your victims conscious? So they know what you do to them?"
That was a bit harsh, but I had a splitting headache and had woken up in a stranger's bed so I felt slightly justified.
"Quite an active imagination you have, but as you can see no real harm has come to you. Well...except the slight knock to the head."
"Slight?"
"You were only out for the better part of two days. I must be losing my touch, back in the day a headbutt from me would leave people out for the better part of a week."
I only half paid attention as I surveyed the room for an exit and the location of the voice in relation. As it turned out both were easy enough to find, I was inside your run-of-the-mill hotel room and my captor (the same figure from the alley) was seated by the kitchen bench which unfortunately was in front of the only door.
"Where am I?"
The guy still hid behind a hood and dark sunglasses so I was unable to make out his facial features. How convenient.
"Some cheap hotel, but don't worry you are still in England. Would you like some tea?"
As if that was supposed to make me feel better.
"Tea? That's a bit cliche isn't it?"
"When in Rome..."
Look what you got yourself into this time Chris!
"You're enjoying this little game of yours aren't you?"
"Hmmm I'd be lying if I said no, but that's off topic. This isn't about me getting my kicks, this is about some serious business."
"Business?"
"I know who you are Chris. I know why you don't wrestle anymore and why you felt the need to run all the way to the UK."
I started to get serious Kathy Bate's Misery vibes.
"So you've done you're homework this leaves me at a disadvantage."
How the hell did he know so much about me?
"How rude of me, hmm, at this point I think it best if you call me...Mister E."
"Mister E? How quaint."
"Chris I am offering you a golden opportunity, I am offering you a second chance. So few people get a second chance, even less those who deserve them. I know what you are capable of, I know with proper instruction and incentive you could achive such great things!"
Something he had said struck a nerve and instead of looking for an escape my full attention was securely on my captor.
"What are you talking about?"
"I myself used to wrestle and I am willing to impart my kowledge and expertise to you. Think about it Chris, with my help you can finally return home with pride."
...Home?
Couldn't deny I was tempted by what he was saying. I must have been going crazy.
"Go on."
