Post by Dark Shadow on Jul 16, 2012 21:02:39 GMT -5
The sun has yet to show it’s shining face as the one hundred and seven car freight train slows down for a curve as it comes into Independence, Missouri. As the train comes almost to a stop a rather large man supporting a scraggly beard and worn and dirty clothes jumps from the box car and lands on his feet with a worn duffle bag in his hand. Knowing nothing about the town he has come to, he walks slowly down the tracks until he finds a clump of trees with grass growing all around where he stakes out a spot and lays down and drifts off to sleep. It was a grueling trip taking almost three days on that freight train but that part is over with now and once he has rested up a little he will set to work looking for a place to live or at least lay his head and maybe some food.
The light of day and the noise from trains and passing cars makes sleeping a bit difficult so he gets up and brushes himself off, grabs up his duffle bag and starts walking towards town in hopes of finding a small home town café where he could buy himself some breakfast. He didn’t have to walk to far when he run across a sign that read, “Stella’s Home Cooked Food.” He wasn’t sure who Stella was but the sound of home cooked food sure sounded good to him so with duffle bag in hand he walked boldly into the café. He stood just inside the front door and as he looked around as silence over took the café an all eyes shifted towards the front door and the man who had just entered. He spotted a small table off to the side of the café and walked over to it and took a seat. He put his duffle bag on the chair next to him and picked up a menu that was placed standing on it’s side between the sugar jar and the salt and pepper. He didn’t have time to look real good at the menu when a young women, kind of a plain Jane type of girl, walked over to his table and stood there looking at him.
”Mr.! I’m here to tell you that you have to have money to pay for whatever you decide to order. There‘s no hand outs in this place!”
He looked at the women and muddled around in his head what she had just told him, when he realized what she was saying! He looked down at his dirty, ragged cloths and run his hand over his three day growth of beard before he looked at her and smiled a sheepish type of smile. He reached in his pocket and pulled a rather large roll of paper money and peeled off the top bill which just happened to be a one hundred dollar bill and laid it on the table.
”That sure will take care of it Mr. unless you’re an awful big eater!”
What the women didn’t know that he hadn’t had anything to eat for three or four days, he had lost count, but even on a good day he could eat more than most any man. He reeled off a large order consisting of a half a dozen eggs cooked over easy, two pounds of bacon fried crispy, an extra large order of hash browns and six slices of whole wheat bread lightly toasted and covered with butter. He ordered two large glasses of milk and while he was waiting on the food he wanted some hot, black, coffee. She wrote his order down and with a smile on her face about the mistaken thought that her customer might not have any money she walked towards the kitchen with a swagger of confidence in her step.
The young girl brings his food out on a large tray and sets it plate by plate on the table and leaves him alone to enjoy. After a short time, maybe ten minutes at the most, he finishes all his food and using the sleeve of his shirt, as dirty as it may be, wipes his mouth before motioning for the young girl to come back to the table. He looks across the table and asks for the check and she pulls it out of her apron and hands it to him and he pays it before walking out the front door to the café. Standing on the side walk with his belly full of food he turns and looks all directions trying to decide where he wants to look for a place to stay. He walks through town towards what looks like the older part of town and finds himself walking down an old dirt street. Now the type of street doesn’t bother him but it looks like he’s on the old side of Independence. He walks for two or three blocks before he notices an old house that is in very poor condition. The front yard has been over taken by weeds that look to be five feet tall. The old house has a few loose boards hanging here and there and a good many of the windows have broken glass. Not wanting anyone to know what he was doing, he decides to wait until dark before checking out the house any further.
As darkness starts to engulf the town he walks through the tall weeds towards the back of the house where he finds a back door that is shut and the top half of the door that use to have glass in it is broken out. He turns the door knob and puts his massive shoulder against the door and pushes it open. He moves inside the house to what appears to be the kitchen. He can barely see cupboards hanging on the wall and a counter full of old, rusted, pots and pans. He notices an old refrigerator and when he opens the door he finds a dead rat that has been there for quite some time. He leaves the kitchen and walks down a hall that goes by a bathroom. There’s and old sink hanging from the wall with a cracked mirror hanging right above it. There’s an old porcelain throne next to the sink but it doesn’t have a seat and it’s pretty dirty looking. Next to the throne is a tub that has a large hole in it where the drain use to be and to his surprise, when he turn on one of the water faucets some rusty colored water can out. Leaving the bathroom he goes to the front of the house to what must be the living room and finds a few pieces of furniture with dusty old sheets covering them. He finds the front stair way and carefully goes up the creaky steps to the second floor. He walks into what have been the front bedroom and finds nothing in the room but a dusty old wooden box. He carries the wooden box over by the front window and sets it down. He takes his place on the box and looks out the window but all that he can see since it is night, is a few lights from the town. He walks across the room and opens a closet door and finds an old mattress on the floor. It looks pretty dirty and there’s a few holes in it too but he’s tired from his long days adventures so he throws his duffle bag in one corner of the closet before laying down on the mattress and reaching over and pulling the door closed.
The next morning comes with the sun shining in the front up-stairs window and finds it way across the floor and under the crack at the bottom of the door. The light coming into the closet awakens the big guy and he pushes open the closet door and rolls off the dusty mattress out into the room. Not wanting anyone that might be passing by to see him he crawls across the room and takes his seat on the wooden box next to the window. He looks out-side and finds no one in sight so he gets to his feet and walks across the room and goes down the front stairs and down the hall to the kitchen looking for something he could eat. He looks in all the cupboards and under the counter and finds nothing. Just as he was about to give up hope a big, brown, fury rat goes running across the counter. Being quick of hand he reaches out and grabs the rat and just as quick he grabs the rat by the head with the other hand and giving it twist, pops the head right off of the rat. He finds a rusty ole skillet and throws the rat in and sets it on the stove that looks like it hadn’t been used for a couple of years. He reaches down and turns one of the front knobs but to his dismay he doesn’t hear any gas coming out. Disappoint in this but still, none the less he was hungry so he tears the skin off the rodent and eats the small amount of meat, raw, from the bones. Again, once he finishes he wipes his mouth on the dirty sleeve of his shirt and calls it good. No more did he finishes eating the rat but mother nature come knocking at his door and told him that he had better hurry and find a place to take a dump. He walked down the hall to what was suppose to be the bathroom and dropping his drawers takes a seat on the porcelain throne. Like the rush of water flowing down a dried up creek bed just after the dam broke was an eruption from the back side of the big guy that raised him right up and off of the throne. Once he had recovered from that sudden blast the smell, something like the smell you get when you hit a skunk with your car, over takes him and he almost passes out. Yes, I would say that the rat he had just eaten didn’t really set right with him. After a few minutes, when he was sure he was done, he looked around for some TP paper but find nothing he could use he just stands up and pulls up his pants. Gingerly he walks out of the bathroom like maybe he had a cob up his big ass and still finding nothing he could use he decides just to forget about it and let it dry up on its own. He goes back up-stairs and takes his seat on the box and again looks out the front window. This time he see’s a little old lady, two doors down, walking around in her yard. She doesn’t look to bad to him with her nice trim body and more than ample set of hooters. She bends over by her flowers to pull out a weed and he thinks how nice it would be to hit that at about forty miles an hour. She stands back up after giving him a show and walks back into her house. He turns away from the window and stares across the room at the wall. His mind wonders back to the wrestling ring and he gets a little bit excited!
”I would like to take time to speak to the GWE and I want, no I demand that all of you button those lips shut and pay close attention. I’m Dark Shadow and you will soon learn that I’m a very unpredictable man. One minute everything will be normal and the next moment I’ve gone off the deep end and I’ve hurt somebody for no reason at all. But as you will all learn, that’s just me! I enjoy wrestling mostly because I like hurting people. I enjoy listening to bones cracking and grown men screaming for mercy when their arm has been twisted to the point it nearly separates from their body. Yes, I love PAIN! I enjoy slamming someone’s face into the steel stairs that leads up to the ring, or picking up someone and throwing them over the top rope so that they land on a table with their back first and all I hope for is that maybe it will break their punk ass backs. I enjoy feeling the blood running down my face and into my mouth and I don’t care if it’s your blood or mine. I enjoy rapping my fist with barb wire and raking you face and then pouring pure alcohol over your face. Yes, I enjoy wrestling and I enjoy PAIN and I’m looking forward to both.”
The after effects of eating the rat has worn off as the sun starts to go down in the west. Shadow wants to go out-side and look around but he decides to wait a little longer until it’s fully dark.
With the whole town totally engulfed in darkness, Shadow walks out the back door of his new found home and works his way across the back yard threw the tall weeds and a few briers. He walks in the darkness of the back yards so that no one will see him for confrontation is the last thing he wants at this point and time. He reaches the yard of the old lady and he notices there is a single light burning in what he presumes to be the bedroom. He wonders if the old lady sleeps in a gown of if she sleeps in just her birthday suite. He continues walking and after about an hour he reaches an eight foot tall chain link fence. He follows the fence for a short ways before he finds a sign hanging on the fence that reads,”Independence Waste Water Treatment Plant.” He continues to follow the fence until he finds a walk thru gate that someone has used and forgotten to lock the pad-lock. He enters the property and walks down a small hill until he reaches one of the big cylindrical tanks. He climbs the steel stairs to the top of the tank where the lights that burn around the out side edges of the tank show him a dark brown mixture that is being churned all of the time. The mixture has a smell of, it has a distinct order of, well let me put it plainly, it smells like shit. Shadow looks down into the dark brown mixture and is a little surprised by what he see’s.
”Well I’ll just be hog tied and drug through the mud by a tractor, is that you I see down there? Is that you END? What in the world are you doing laying on the bottom of this tank and why would you have you mouth opened? Have I discovered the secret to your true life, that you don’t really come from England or what ever foreign country you say you’re from, but you really live in the bottom of this shit tank here in Independence, Missouri! Well man, to each his own but at least we will know where those little brown specks on your teeth come from! Now let me tell you something END that you can take to the dam bank, I don’t care one darn bit about what you do in your off time, all I care about is what you do inside of the squared circle. I don’t have all of those fancy words that I’ve heard you use but what I do have is one dam big right hand that will knock your fool head off with one darn punch. So come on tough guy and let’s see just what the heck you are really made off. Let’s get in that ring and go toe to toe for as long as you can hang in there and when it’s all over we’ll see who the last man stand really is! Bring it on big boy because if there’s one think I truly enjoy it’s a hard core match with a punk ass that lives in the bottom of a shit tank.”
Shadow leans back and lets go with a massive lunger that goes right in the tank and at last sight was headed for the End’s open mouth. He walks across the iron grate to the steel stairs and goes down to the ground. He leaves the property the same way he come in and he doesn’t bother to lock the gate, he just leaves it the same way he found it. He walks the same way back to his abandoned house and back in through the back door but before he closes the door, he steps back outside and looks to see if the old ladies light is still on. Finding the house totally dark he goes back inside and closes the door and then goes up-stairs to his front room and takes a seat on the wooden box by the window.
”Yes wrestling fans of all ages, this up-coming match, my first in the GWE should be very interesting to say the least. The management has seen fit to match me up with a bottom feeder that lives in a tank at the waste water treatment plant. Now I don’t know to much about this guy but those cows on the bill boards have some darn good advise for Mr. END, “EAT MORE CHICKEN.” You can do what you want slap-nuts and you can say whatever dribbles out of your mouth, but one thing is for darn sure and that is you had better show up for this match or I will hunt you down and teach you a lesson you will never forget. Yes End, I want you in that ring and once I get you there then you can talk all the crap you want but remember this one thing, I WILL be the last man standing!”
Shadow leaves his wooden box and crawls across the room to the closet where he stretches out once again on his dirty ole mattress, pulls the door closed, and drifts gently off to sleep.
The light of day and the noise from trains and passing cars makes sleeping a bit difficult so he gets up and brushes himself off, grabs up his duffle bag and starts walking towards town in hopes of finding a small home town café where he could buy himself some breakfast. He didn’t have to walk to far when he run across a sign that read, “Stella’s Home Cooked Food.” He wasn’t sure who Stella was but the sound of home cooked food sure sounded good to him so with duffle bag in hand he walked boldly into the café. He stood just inside the front door and as he looked around as silence over took the café an all eyes shifted towards the front door and the man who had just entered. He spotted a small table off to the side of the café and walked over to it and took a seat. He put his duffle bag on the chair next to him and picked up a menu that was placed standing on it’s side between the sugar jar and the salt and pepper. He didn’t have time to look real good at the menu when a young women, kind of a plain Jane type of girl, walked over to his table and stood there looking at him.
”Mr.! I’m here to tell you that you have to have money to pay for whatever you decide to order. There‘s no hand outs in this place!”
He looked at the women and muddled around in his head what she had just told him, when he realized what she was saying! He looked down at his dirty, ragged cloths and run his hand over his three day growth of beard before he looked at her and smiled a sheepish type of smile. He reached in his pocket and pulled a rather large roll of paper money and peeled off the top bill which just happened to be a one hundred dollar bill and laid it on the table.
”That sure will take care of it Mr. unless you’re an awful big eater!”
What the women didn’t know that he hadn’t had anything to eat for three or four days, he had lost count, but even on a good day he could eat more than most any man. He reeled off a large order consisting of a half a dozen eggs cooked over easy, two pounds of bacon fried crispy, an extra large order of hash browns and six slices of whole wheat bread lightly toasted and covered with butter. He ordered two large glasses of milk and while he was waiting on the food he wanted some hot, black, coffee. She wrote his order down and with a smile on her face about the mistaken thought that her customer might not have any money she walked towards the kitchen with a swagger of confidence in her step.
The young girl brings his food out on a large tray and sets it plate by plate on the table and leaves him alone to enjoy. After a short time, maybe ten minutes at the most, he finishes all his food and using the sleeve of his shirt, as dirty as it may be, wipes his mouth before motioning for the young girl to come back to the table. He looks across the table and asks for the check and she pulls it out of her apron and hands it to him and he pays it before walking out the front door to the café. Standing on the side walk with his belly full of food he turns and looks all directions trying to decide where he wants to look for a place to stay. He walks through town towards what looks like the older part of town and finds himself walking down an old dirt street. Now the type of street doesn’t bother him but it looks like he’s on the old side of Independence. He walks for two or three blocks before he notices an old house that is in very poor condition. The front yard has been over taken by weeds that look to be five feet tall. The old house has a few loose boards hanging here and there and a good many of the windows have broken glass. Not wanting anyone to know what he was doing, he decides to wait until dark before checking out the house any further.
As darkness starts to engulf the town he walks through the tall weeds towards the back of the house where he finds a back door that is shut and the top half of the door that use to have glass in it is broken out. He turns the door knob and puts his massive shoulder against the door and pushes it open. He moves inside the house to what appears to be the kitchen. He can barely see cupboards hanging on the wall and a counter full of old, rusted, pots and pans. He notices an old refrigerator and when he opens the door he finds a dead rat that has been there for quite some time. He leaves the kitchen and walks down a hall that goes by a bathroom. There’s and old sink hanging from the wall with a cracked mirror hanging right above it. There’s an old porcelain throne next to the sink but it doesn’t have a seat and it’s pretty dirty looking. Next to the throne is a tub that has a large hole in it where the drain use to be and to his surprise, when he turn on one of the water faucets some rusty colored water can out. Leaving the bathroom he goes to the front of the house to what must be the living room and finds a few pieces of furniture with dusty old sheets covering them. He finds the front stair way and carefully goes up the creaky steps to the second floor. He walks into what have been the front bedroom and finds nothing in the room but a dusty old wooden box. He carries the wooden box over by the front window and sets it down. He takes his place on the box and looks out the window but all that he can see since it is night, is a few lights from the town. He walks across the room and opens a closet door and finds an old mattress on the floor. It looks pretty dirty and there’s a few holes in it too but he’s tired from his long days adventures so he throws his duffle bag in one corner of the closet before laying down on the mattress and reaching over and pulling the door closed.
The next morning comes with the sun shining in the front up-stairs window and finds it way across the floor and under the crack at the bottom of the door. The light coming into the closet awakens the big guy and he pushes open the closet door and rolls off the dusty mattress out into the room. Not wanting anyone that might be passing by to see him he crawls across the room and takes his seat on the wooden box next to the window. He looks out-side and finds no one in sight so he gets to his feet and walks across the room and goes down the front stairs and down the hall to the kitchen looking for something he could eat. He looks in all the cupboards and under the counter and finds nothing. Just as he was about to give up hope a big, brown, fury rat goes running across the counter. Being quick of hand he reaches out and grabs the rat and just as quick he grabs the rat by the head with the other hand and giving it twist, pops the head right off of the rat. He finds a rusty ole skillet and throws the rat in and sets it on the stove that looks like it hadn’t been used for a couple of years. He reaches down and turns one of the front knobs but to his dismay he doesn’t hear any gas coming out. Disappoint in this but still, none the less he was hungry so he tears the skin off the rodent and eats the small amount of meat, raw, from the bones. Again, once he finishes he wipes his mouth on the dirty sleeve of his shirt and calls it good. No more did he finishes eating the rat but mother nature come knocking at his door and told him that he had better hurry and find a place to take a dump. He walked down the hall to what was suppose to be the bathroom and dropping his drawers takes a seat on the porcelain throne. Like the rush of water flowing down a dried up creek bed just after the dam broke was an eruption from the back side of the big guy that raised him right up and off of the throne. Once he had recovered from that sudden blast the smell, something like the smell you get when you hit a skunk with your car, over takes him and he almost passes out. Yes, I would say that the rat he had just eaten didn’t really set right with him. After a few minutes, when he was sure he was done, he looked around for some TP paper but find nothing he could use he just stands up and pulls up his pants. Gingerly he walks out of the bathroom like maybe he had a cob up his big ass and still finding nothing he could use he decides just to forget about it and let it dry up on its own. He goes back up-stairs and takes his seat on the box and again looks out the front window. This time he see’s a little old lady, two doors down, walking around in her yard. She doesn’t look to bad to him with her nice trim body and more than ample set of hooters. She bends over by her flowers to pull out a weed and he thinks how nice it would be to hit that at about forty miles an hour. She stands back up after giving him a show and walks back into her house. He turns away from the window and stares across the room at the wall. His mind wonders back to the wrestling ring and he gets a little bit excited!
”I would like to take time to speak to the GWE and I want, no I demand that all of you button those lips shut and pay close attention. I’m Dark Shadow and you will soon learn that I’m a very unpredictable man. One minute everything will be normal and the next moment I’ve gone off the deep end and I’ve hurt somebody for no reason at all. But as you will all learn, that’s just me! I enjoy wrestling mostly because I like hurting people. I enjoy listening to bones cracking and grown men screaming for mercy when their arm has been twisted to the point it nearly separates from their body. Yes, I love PAIN! I enjoy slamming someone’s face into the steel stairs that leads up to the ring, or picking up someone and throwing them over the top rope so that they land on a table with their back first and all I hope for is that maybe it will break their punk ass backs. I enjoy feeling the blood running down my face and into my mouth and I don’t care if it’s your blood or mine. I enjoy rapping my fist with barb wire and raking you face and then pouring pure alcohol over your face. Yes, I enjoy wrestling and I enjoy PAIN and I’m looking forward to both.”
The after effects of eating the rat has worn off as the sun starts to go down in the west. Shadow wants to go out-side and look around but he decides to wait a little longer until it’s fully dark.
With the whole town totally engulfed in darkness, Shadow walks out the back door of his new found home and works his way across the back yard threw the tall weeds and a few briers. He walks in the darkness of the back yards so that no one will see him for confrontation is the last thing he wants at this point and time. He reaches the yard of the old lady and he notices there is a single light burning in what he presumes to be the bedroom. He wonders if the old lady sleeps in a gown of if she sleeps in just her birthday suite. He continues walking and after about an hour he reaches an eight foot tall chain link fence. He follows the fence for a short ways before he finds a sign hanging on the fence that reads,”Independence Waste Water Treatment Plant.” He continues to follow the fence until he finds a walk thru gate that someone has used and forgotten to lock the pad-lock. He enters the property and walks down a small hill until he reaches one of the big cylindrical tanks. He climbs the steel stairs to the top of the tank where the lights that burn around the out side edges of the tank show him a dark brown mixture that is being churned all of the time. The mixture has a smell of, it has a distinct order of, well let me put it plainly, it smells like shit. Shadow looks down into the dark brown mixture and is a little surprised by what he see’s.
”Well I’ll just be hog tied and drug through the mud by a tractor, is that you I see down there? Is that you END? What in the world are you doing laying on the bottom of this tank and why would you have you mouth opened? Have I discovered the secret to your true life, that you don’t really come from England or what ever foreign country you say you’re from, but you really live in the bottom of this shit tank here in Independence, Missouri! Well man, to each his own but at least we will know where those little brown specks on your teeth come from! Now let me tell you something END that you can take to the dam bank, I don’t care one darn bit about what you do in your off time, all I care about is what you do inside of the squared circle. I don’t have all of those fancy words that I’ve heard you use but what I do have is one dam big right hand that will knock your fool head off with one darn punch. So come on tough guy and let’s see just what the heck you are really made off. Let’s get in that ring and go toe to toe for as long as you can hang in there and when it’s all over we’ll see who the last man stand really is! Bring it on big boy because if there’s one think I truly enjoy it’s a hard core match with a punk ass that lives in the bottom of a shit tank.”
Shadow leans back and lets go with a massive lunger that goes right in the tank and at last sight was headed for the End’s open mouth. He walks across the iron grate to the steel stairs and goes down to the ground. He leaves the property the same way he come in and he doesn’t bother to lock the gate, he just leaves it the same way he found it. He walks the same way back to his abandoned house and back in through the back door but before he closes the door, he steps back outside and looks to see if the old ladies light is still on. Finding the house totally dark he goes back inside and closes the door and then goes up-stairs to his front room and takes a seat on the wooden box by the window.
”Yes wrestling fans of all ages, this up-coming match, my first in the GWE should be very interesting to say the least. The management has seen fit to match me up with a bottom feeder that lives in a tank at the waste water treatment plant. Now I don’t know to much about this guy but those cows on the bill boards have some darn good advise for Mr. END, “EAT MORE CHICKEN.” You can do what you want slap-nuts and you can say whatever dribbles out of your mouth, but one thing is for darn sure and that is you had better show up for this match or I will hunt you down and teach you a lesson you will never forget. Yes End, I want you in that ring and once I get you there then you can talk all the crap you want but remember this one thing, I WILL be the last man standing!”
Shadow leaves his wooden box and crawls across the room to the closet where he stretches out once again on his dirty ole mattress, pulls the door closed, and drifts gently off to sleep.