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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 21 2007, 09:22 PM (22 Views) | |
| The Wonderboy Tom Burgess | Nov 21 2007, 09:22 PM Post #1 |
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The rain is coming down; the temperature is sub zero as we see a guy sitting outside a hotel in Prague wearing nothing more than a pair of black jogging bottoms. It’s late at night, the light from the hotel glistens in the rain clinging to the man’s muscles. Water drips off his nose, his expression changes from one of deep thought to one of anguish and despair. Shit… The man breathes heavily, obviously very agitated, fighting with his inner demons. How could this happen? Soon after, the man refrains from hiding behind his short haircut and lifts his head slightly before looking down the road towards the limited amount of traffic heading past him. He shakes his head and raises his arms in the air, in a world of his own, trying to get out all his bad feelings out in the open. The man is none other than EWF Tag Team Champion Tom Burgess. In a sudden burst of anger, Tom turns and punches the wall on which he was sitting. He lets out a scream, tormented by the damage he has inflicted on himself. Tom, can we talk? The reassuring voice of Big Poppa Jim was there, meaning to take The Wonderboy out of his mental state. Although the intentions were there, this is obviously a state in which The Wonderboy had been in numerous times before, the scars of previous frustration-induced wall punching covered now by blood trickling from a couple of places on his right hand. BPJ, perplexed, just stares in his direction, almost unable to think of anything to say. Jimmy, I just need some space, you don’t understand. Jim just stands there, baffled as he was unaware of what his partner was going through. Tom, I’m your partner, we are tag champs, and if there’s something you want me to know… Tom is trying to get some feeling back in his right hand, blood slowly dripping from the swollen knuckles. He closes his eyes. Jimmy, you aren’t supposed to see this. BPJ just stands there, almost waiting for The Wonderboy to talk himself round. You see this… this is a weak moment for me… He looks round at BPJ. Do you know how often I do this? Jimmy just shakes his head. Tom turns around again and slumps back down on to the wall facing the road. BPJ slowly walks further out the hotel and sits on the wall next to his partner. Every match I lose… Jesus, Tom. Why didn’t you say something? I’m here because I care about watching your back while you watch mine. I care about tag team gold, Tom, because that’s what keeps me going. What’s wrong? You wouldn’t understand Jimmy… I’m not going anywhere till you tell me. Tom wipes some of the rain off his face. He is biting his lip, reluctant to let BPJ in on his inner thoughts. Jimmy, I’m obsessed with winning. I cannot handle losing. I know I have some sort of disorder, but that’s what makes me so good at what I do. I have to vent my anger in some way; this is the only way I can do it without hurting the people close to me. There is a sound of resignation in The Wonderboy’s voice. Tom, I know Monday didn’t go according to plan but that’ll change… we’ll make up for it this Monday. We defend our titles against 1-Shot Hitmen, you can take our your frustrations on them… Burgess is sat there, not even acknowledging BPJ’s sentiment. He is very docile, very unlike his usual self. Did we win on Monday? BPJ, stutters, almost like it’s a trick question. N…no… BANG! Burgess punches the wall again and screams in agony. Tom is out of breath. His hand is limp, battered and bloodied. The pain almost seems therapeutic to him. He gasps then turns back to BPJ. I’m ok now. There is a long delay from Big Poppa Jim, almost scared of saying the wrong thing, not wanting Tom to hurt himself more. Are you sure? Yeah, just give me a minute. Tom seems relieved after regaining his breath and composure, he seems almost back to the way BPJ is used to seeing him. After a bit more eye contact, Jimmy asks… Can I get you anything? Tom nods. Yeah… get me a fucking beer! |
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