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Topic Started: Feb 19 2016, 09:16 PM (2,825 Views)
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Richard Purcell felt like shit. Literal shit. Fucking horseshit. The shit that your friends joke about when a horse goes clomping by. He was humiliated. He had lost it all. The championship, the glory, his money, his fame. All of it was gone. And he had spent his last few months drinking his life away. He looked like shit, too. The one "pretty boy" face that he considered the best in the world had cuts from the rugged life he was living. His once lively, dark, and conspiring eyes had lost their youthful appeal. They now appeared lifeless, dead. His hair that was once groomed so well now grew unruly, and he had grown a thick, homeless man's beard.

It was evening one night, and Richard had just taken the last swig from a bottle of whiskey. He dropped it in the gutter, and looked up at the sky. Where had his life gone? Why is he letting this happen to himself? Can anyone tell him where the fuck he went wrong?

He looks up from his gutter, and sees the old poster for IBW Death Chamber. That. That right there is where he should be. Going to Japan, fighting in epic bouts. But that side of his life was over. He smelled worse than a teenage boy without deodorant, he looked like your dad's unshaved right ass cheek, and he surely had no talent anymore. If he had talent at all. He sighed, and returned to his lonely sorrow. When someone coughed above him, and spoke.


???: Now, that's no way to spend your days, Richie boy.

Richard looks up, startled. Rough stubble, unruly hair, slight accent. It could only be one person, and that person isn't someone he wanted to see right now. Charlie Schafer.

Richard: Shove off, Charlie, I don't need you. I don't need IBW. I don't need your fucking charity. Just fucking get out of here.

Charlie chuckles, and looks around.

Charlie: Really? Well, funny definition of "need". You seem to be doing fantastic, you know? Nice hairdo, by the way. Bottle of booze and a gutter is how I always end my days.

Charlie smirks, and Richard sighs, looking up at him.

Richard: What the fuck do you want?

Charlie: Now, that's simple. You back in IBW. Now, look, before you get any ideas. I don't find you attractive in any way. David Tennant, however...

Charlie looks off in the distance, before regaining his train of thought and looking directly at Richard.

Charlie: I was out for a stroll. I saw a homeless man in a gutter. Thought I'd come and give him a hand. Turns out, that homeless man was you. I remember you...were something, back in your IBW days. And if you want a contract, we can work something out. But please, please, please...shower first. And groom yourself. You look like Tom Hanks in Castaway. And that's a compliment.

Richard glares at him, studying him. What could the man possibly want with him? Does he need something? Is that even his whole story? In the end, Richard's final decision is one he's wanted for a long time now. Charlie reaches out his hand, and Richard takes it. Charlie smiles and helps Richard up.

Charlie: Welcome on board, Richard. Now, the wrestling roster has changed a bit since you were last here, but I'm sure you can find your footing. Or, you can try. That's what matters, right? Effort? Ah, well. I'm sure you'll do something about it. But first, a shower, a shave, and a pen.

Charlie puts a hand on his shoulder as they walk away from Richard's sorrows, and toward a new life for the abandoned wrestler.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Some Time Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

Richard finishes evening out his beard. He didn't want to shave it all off. He looks in the mirror, examining his work. He smiles. Richard Purcell is back in town. And it's time. Time for things to get serious.
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