Boiler Room .. aka .. Crazy Abode.

[crazyboy]

Walking down cold grey colored stone steps that seem to spiral into a pit is the GHW boiler room. In the corner is a rusting boiler which seems to control the heat of the building. On the wall is various buttons , and monitoring devices that apparently keep an eye on every thing. Amid the the brass pipes that run across the ceiling are cob webs and and various crawling insects unaware of there impending doom.

Looking at the room it's clear someone has made this there humble abode. Posters of different rock bands and cars are scattered on the walls. In the opposing corner to the
boiler is an old weather worn leather couch. In front of that is an old coffee table with scuff marks from boots. There is also a smell of sandalwood which makes the room seem rather pleasant and relaxing.

[crazyboy]

The following takes place after the ppv, and moments before the weekly show.

Setting:

Dressed in his grey casual track suit pants and an old white singlet, Crazy Boy makes his way from the car park back to his locker room after a brief over nighter at the local hospital. The only people around are cleaners and catering staff trying to keep up with demand at a packed out Saturday night for another weekly show of wrestling, As the Fighty fighty person is limping along clearly favoring his right leg, he is heard arguing with his manager.

Continuing along the hall way the manager is trying to convince Crazy Boy not to fight and let his injuries heal and put on one hell of a show next week. Crazy Boy disputing how bad his injuries really are tries his best to convince his friend that every thing will be alright. Finding the stair well leading to his new place to rest, he grabs a cold drink from the mini bar and carefully sits on the couch putting his feet on the table.

Open Scene

Crazy Boy opens up a magazine he recently purchased from a show and shine car meet and takes a sip from his drink as his manager paces the room deep in thought. Breaking the silence the manager begins to speak his mind.

"Just hear what I have to say. You put on one hell of a show with Hayden to get yourself into the ppv. The win how ever come at a cost. You had stitches in your head, in your shoulder and as if that wasn't enough you got bruised ribs and a mild concussion. I basically had no say in competing or not. It was the ppv you had to contend for the chance at the title ... but this is a weekly show. I do have a say on whether or not you are fit enough , let alone able enough to compete. On top of ... no no be quiet while I talk. On top of the injuries from the match prior to BRC, you now have several minor cuts and scratches. re-opened the laceration on your shoulder .. cracked three of your ribs. Let me tell you now , your lucky the match ended when it did, or else you could of punctured your lung .. AGAIN!. "

Takes a mouthful of his cold drink, puts down the magazine and with a look of pain on his face wriggles to find comfort again. Scratching his head Crazy Boy places his drink on the table and takes a breathe before answering.

" The Dude understands what you saying .. he really does BUT .. look at it from my point of view. The fans come to arena and line up by the thousands all to see there superstars and have a good night of fun and and entertainment. To come and see the main eventer and truely one of a kind Crazy Boy come down to the ring beat down his opponents , all the while looking so damn good at it. Then after the smoke is cleared and Crazy Boy gets the win, they all chant his name and go home feeling happy about life. "

With a slight smirk on his face as he takes a bite of his chocolate bar then clears his throat as he sits on the edge of the table.

" Now that .. that's just funny. You put your body on the line week in and week out, for what ?? .. You haven't been a main eventer for months. When was the last time you actually heard the fans mumur your name let alone chant your name. Hell .. even the Blood Runs Cold pay per view every one was heard cheering Desperado on, and he's supposed to be a bad guy. I don't think one person in that excuse for an audience even wanted to see you wrestle let alone win the match. So i see no damn point at all of going out there with these injuries that might end your career, let alone make them worse. Especially if your just going to get booed and not even booked in the main damn event. "

Thinks for a moment as he takes a pain killer with his sip of orange juice.

" I understand your point of view .. really .. I do. But the fans have paid there money to have a great night of entertainment. So Crazy Boy is obliged to go out there and put on one hell of a show for the fans .. injuries or not. "

" Just think of what I have said. Is it really worth it ? ... putting your body on the line for a bunch of ungrateful sons of bitches who don't appreciate it ? "

End Scene.