Post by Slim Pickens (H) on Jun 3, 2012 11:37:15 GMT -5
The hallway is mostly dark because a large number of light bulbs have burnt out and has never been replaced. The hall leads behind the arena to the wrestler’s locker rooms and smells of perspiration and dried blood. A few metal folding chairs are opened and sitting along the way as Slim makes his way down the hall and stopped at the door marked Steve Corina.
”I’m a little bit surprised that they assigned you a locker room that was inside the building.”
He takes out a poster and unrolls it and using a staple gun and starting at the top, he fastens the poster to the wooden door. He steps back to admire his handy work and looks at a full length picture of Sally Corina being held and beaten by three elderly women who look to be in their late eighties. Blood covers his face and one of his eyes is swollen shut and on the back of one of the old ladies tee shirt you can barely make out the words, “Saturday Night Bingo League.”
”Explain this one, tough guy!”
He turns and walks back down the dark hall way and out the exit door without ever being seen.
”I’m a little bit surprised that they assigned you a locker room that was inside the building.”
He takes out a poster and unrolls it and using a staple gun and starting at the top, he fastens the poster to the wooden door. He steps back to admire his handy work and looks at a full length picture of Sally Corina being held and beaten by three elderly women who look to be in their late eighties. Blood covers his face and one of his eyes is swollen shut and on the back of one of the old ladies tee shirt you can barely make out the words, “Saturday Night Bingo League.”
”Explain this one, tough guy!”
He turns and walks back down the dark hall way and out the exit door without ever being seen.
