Bonds, part II.
The scene opens in a house. More concretely, in a room on the zeroth floor of it. It's a semi-big room. A lot of luxuriously looking paintings are on the walls, alongside some wrestling championship belts, replicas, signed by legends like The Rock, Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Hulk Hogan or Shawn Michaels. There's a huge flat screen TV on one of the walls, some gaming consoles just under it, and some blu-ray and DVD players too. A big carpet covers the floor, it has a chess pattern, it's pretty cool. On the carpet stands a wooden/glass table, some couches, and surprisingly a throne, instead of a chair. Oh, and also, there's a laptop on the table. The man known as Tyler Angel has been sitting on the throne, and I can't really say whether he was sleeping, or just sitting with his eyes closed, but he had his headphones on and it seems that he was simply isolated from the real world with the help of his favorite music. His peace, his little harmony was however interrupted with a doorbell. And, of course, the person behind the door. After a fair while of the doorbell ringing, Tyler got pretty pissed, he threw his headphones off his head and went to the door.
Tyler Angel: Whoever it is, you risk that I will mercilessly punch you.
Tyler opened the door. Again, it was someone he maybe expected, maybe not.
In front of his door stood a long lost friend of his. A former friend though. Therefore it was more than obvious that Tyler would probably send him to hell, but he's not that kind of person. He hesitated. He didn't know whether to let him in and finally listen to what he wanted to say or just tell him to fuck off.
Tyler Angel: Samuel.
Sam: Yeah, Tyler. It's me. Listen, we need to talk. I know I wasn't the best person, and you have every right to tell me to go away from your life.
Tyler Angel: And I will do so. Goodbye.
And Tyler shut the door. He stood there, looked at the ceiling. For basically no reason. But he knew he had to give Sam a chance, Sam wasn't just anybody in his life. Sam is a special person. And if he didn't do what he did, he'd probably still be the only person Tyler trusts. Tyler changed his mind and opened the door again, just to see Sam walking away, already several meters away from his house. Tyler decided to call him back, and therefore he called him back.
Tyler Angel: Samuel, what do you want from me. Come back and tell me.
Sam heard that and came back.
Sam: So, can I come in?
Tyler Angel: Yes, but tip that cigarette first. No smoking in my house.
Tyler walked away from the door, he let Sam enter his house. He also told him to close the door, and Sam did so. They walked together to Tyler's living room. Now, Sam didn't need a guide to guide through Tyler's house. This place is familiar to him as much as his own house is. He used to spend a LOT time in this house. Sam sat on one of the couches, and Tyler, as usually, sat on his 'throne'.
He gave Sam, as Sam would call it 'that' look, which means that Tyler is talking to a person that he would love to either kill, or simply delete it from his life.
Tyler: So.. What brings you to my house, Samuel?
Sam: Listen, Tyler. Again, I know how dominant you basically love to be, so please do not interrupt me, what I'm about to tell you is important. Tyler. The two of us. Man, we used to be.. like brothers, even more, like simply two people bound to each other, of course, in a non-sexual way. We used to be like two people that seemed to be unstoppable. Or that's at least what everyone thought about us.
Tyler: And that is the reason for why you have stabbed me in the back with your ego.
Sam: C'mon Tyler. You were 'the weird guy' in the society overall, not only at school, nobody wanted to talk to you, everyone just thought you're crazy, and after all, you maybe are. The thing is; you're hyper-intelligent. That's what I fuckin' hate about you, man. And that is also something I noticed when I first met you, I was 18, you were 20, people looked weird at me, because I was something similar to you. Suddenly, I became your only friend you've ever had. I knew of your capabilities, and I knew of my ones. Together we were unstoppable. Whether was it wrestling or anything else. We had those little matches in amateur federations, but I still remember you being unstoppable. And I was damn good too. However what happened last year.. changed everything, man. And I'm sorry.
Tyler: You are sorry for exactly what, Samuel? For the fact that you wanted to put me into an asylum for proclaiming that I am an Angel? That was a gimmick, you ignoramus. Your intelligence may be extremely low after all. You yourself told me that I have to utilize my intelligence in wrestling, that it is something the society wishes to talk about when they finish watching wrestling. Taking you as an average 'guy', I thought you knew what you were talking about. And I've had fun. After taking your advice, you simply stabbed me in the back with your ego, calling me crazy, a mentally sick person, and calling me an ego-maniac, refusing to talk to me, even though I wanted an explanation from you that I never got. I'm waiting.
Sam: No, no, man. Listen. I let my wrestling character 'The Darkness' Sam Walker, haha, talk from me. It was simply a time when my brain failed in thinking properly and made me talk stupid things. I let my ego overpower my heart. And I am truly sorry. I hope we become friends, hell, brothers.. once again.
Tyler: That will not go as easily as you expect. Let me think over, because you betrayed me like no one before. I will let you know about my decision Samuel. Now leave.
Sam: Okay man, I'll leave. But just a thing.. it'll somehow be good if we become friends.. you know.. I'm revamping my wrestling career and I thought of maybe becoming a part of ACW. It'd be cool if we became friends once again, if we become colleagues..
With those words being said, Sam stood up, smiled at Tyler and gave him a thumbs up. Tyler, keeping his poker-face, did absolutely nothing. He let Sam just walk away, unlock the door, leave the house and shut the door behind himself. And Tyler remained sitting on his throne.. thinking about what he just heard.
