Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 31, 2022 1:21:04 GMT
The audible sounds akin to someone gulping down a measure of drink is captured on a black screen before it opens up to the inside of a bar, showcasing three men sitting around it, with Nate Pierce evidently in the front and center of the shot. Off to his sides are two familiar faces from years’ past, both Ishmael and Severin. The latter bears a contemplative look while the former is currently facepalming while Pierce sits at the head of the table with his arms folded across his chest.
Ishmael (exasperated): “You’re going back again?”
Nate: “Hey, it seems like a more legit gig this time around. Besides, nothing ever hurt with going to England.”
Ishmael: “Tell that to Casemiro’s move to Man United.”
Nate: “To be fair they did beat Liverpool recently…”
Ishmael: “That’s besides the point. For real though, another stint in England?”
Severin: “He did fare rather well last time he was on contract out there before returning to the fishing business.”
Ishmael: “Even so, his mind flips back and forth more than a stormy sea. Nate, you ought to seriously cons-”
Nate: “Ish, my mind has been made up for a bit of time by now. Like I literally signed a contract with this promotion no more than a month ago.”
Another facepalm echoes from Ishmael while Severin turns his gaze over to Pierce.
Severin: “And pray tell what they have for your debut?”
The Whaler lets out a hearty, jovial laugh at the inquiry.
Nate (chuckling): “Lo and behold, it’s another triple threat match to kickstart my latest chapter in the squared circle."
Ishmael (shaking his head): “Mamma mia…”
Ishmael begins downing the rest of his drink in hand while Severin resumes talks with Pierce.
Severin: “Well, when it comes to matches I know you’re rather known for succeeding in endeavors like that. After all, defeating one of the top contenders for the European Championship and the legendary Price, only to follow it up with a banger of a victory in becoming the second ever holder of AXW’s Briefcase that you would go onto cash in successfully.”
Nate (stretching and chuckling): “Sixteen days mate.”
Severin (waving his hand): “Matter at hand though, I would imagine you’ve done some research as most do?”
Nate: “Why wouldn’t I have? There’s Jules King and Joe Nobody, which the latter I find humorous given his last name but he’s actually…”
Severin (raising a brow): “Somebody?”
Nate (laughing): “Yeah, though I don’t really find him all that much of a threat in all honesty. I mean, from what I remember some time ago he had his lot cast with those folks that call themselves The Sanctuary, or I could be confusing ‘em for another group but either way, he could have better taste. Like fish, but then again I guess that’s what Jules is for in this endeavor…”
Ishmael nearly spits his drink across the table at Severin but is able to redirect most of it into his cup, coughing and sputtering in turn. Severin takes his turn to raise a hand to his face, shaking his head.
Nate: “Still being serious here, that Nobody guy likes finesse. Yeah he has a few belts to his name but unless you’re able to back it up week in and week out, they mean nothing in the long run. If anything they only serve to show how much of a shadow you are of your former self and ultimately…a nobody. There are guys like Jason Long, Jack Diamond, Dylan Black, all of whom have been able to constantly back themselves up but this Nobody? He’s better off staying as one on this grid.”
Pierce takes a few swings from his drink, taking a moment to lean forward on the table with his elbows resting on the wooden edge.
Nate: “Then there’s Jules chick, right? Just has that cold resting bitch face that people seem to be attracted to, and fists too for that matter. Maybe that’ll add some detail to that butterface of hers so that way she isn’t looking like she just got turned down at the club for the twentieth time this week and is used to it. Chin up Jules, there will always be a mutual attraction between my boot and your ass once we step into the ring together and then at least then you can say you experienced something better than average.”
Another Ishmael spit take ensues, this time completely to the side and out of the shot.
Severin: “Jesus…tell us how you really feel, Pierce.”
Nate (shrugging): “I mean I have, have I not? Some might call it banter, but I’m just dishing out cold facts right now. You’re putting someone who went from being a nobody to somebody within the span of three events after a lengthy hiatus and became the talk of the company and partially the Network as well on top of it for such a sudden ascension. If I was capable of doing something like that before in the past, then you know I can damn well do it again. I did it once in GWA, and I did it again in AXW, and now it’s for the IPW chapter to experience The Whaler’s return to his glory days of being one of New England’s most tenacious and hard-working talents in the business.”
Pierce raises his drink up in gesture to a toast, which Severin follows as does Ishmael despite the little bit of liquor remaining in his glass.
Nate: “A new start awaits on the horizon boys, and there’s a ship waiting for me with my name on it. IPW will be sharing alongside its late sister AXW what it’s like to land yourself a mighty beast known as Nate Pierce: Glory for The Whaler!”
Ishmael & Severin: “To The Whaler!”
The three men clink their glasses together and gulp down what remains before the camera gradually fades to black.
Ishmael (exasperated): “You’re going back again?”
Nate: “Hey, it seems like a more legit gig this time around. Besides, nothing ever hurt with going to England.”
Ishmael: “Tell that to Casemiro’s move to Man United.”
Nate: “To be fair they did beat Liverpool recently…”
Ishmael: “That’s besides the point. For real though, another stint in England?”
Severin: “He did fare rather well last time he was on contract out there before returning to the fishing business.”
Ishmael: “Even so, his mind flips back and forth more than a stormy sea. Nate, you ought to seriously cons-”
Nate: “Ish, my mind has been made up for a bit of time by now. Like I literally signed a contract with this promotion no more than a month ago.”
Another facepalm echoes from Ishmael while Severin turns his gaze over to Pierce.
Severin: “And pray tell what they have for your debut?”
The Whaler lets out a hearty, jovial laugh at the inquiry.
Nate (chuckling): “Lo and behold, it’s another triple threat match to kickstart my latest chapter in the squared circle."
Ishmael (shaking his head): “Mamma mia…”
Ishmael begins downing the rest of his drink in hand while Severin resumes talks with Pierce.
Severin: “Well, when it comes to matches I know you’re rather known for succeeding in endeavors like that. After all, defeating one of the top contenders for the European Championship and the legendary Price, only to follow it up with a banger of a victory in becoming the second ever holder of AXW’s Briefcase that you would go onto cash in successfully.”
Nate (stretching and chuckling): “Sixteen days mate.”
Severin (waving his hand): “Matter at hand though, I would imagine you’ve done some research as most do?”
Nate: “Why wouldn’t I have? There’s Jules King and Joe Nobody, which the latter I find humorous given his last name but he’s actually…”
Severin (raising a brow): “Somebody?”
Nate (laughing): “Yeah, though I don’t really find him all that much of a threat in all honesty. I mean, from what I remember some time ago he had his lot cast with those folks that call themselves The Sanctuary, or I could be confusing ‘em for another group but either way, he could have better taste. Like fish, but then again I guess that’s what Jules is for in this endeavor…”
Ishmael nearly spits his drink across the table at Severin but is able to redirect most of it into his cup, coughing and sputtering in turn. Severin takes his turn to raise a hand to his face, shaking his head.
Nate: “Still being serious here, that Nobody guy likes finesse. Yeah he has a few belts to his name but unless you’re able to back it up week in and week out, they mean nothing in the long run. If anything they only serve to show how much of a shadow you are of your former self and ultimately…a nobody. There are guys like Jason Long, Jack Diamond, Dylan Black, all of whom have been able to constantly back themselves up but this Nobody? He’s better off staying as one on this grid.”
Pierce takes a few swings from his drink, taking a moment to lean forward on the table with his elbows resting on the wooden edge.
Nate: “Then there’s Jules chick, right? Just has that cold resting bitch face that people seem to be attracted to, and fists too for that matter. Maybe that’ll add some detail to that butterface of hers so that way she isn’t looking like she just got turned down at the club for the twentieth time this week and is used to it. Chin up Jules, there will always be a mutual attraction between my boot and your ass once we step into the ring together and then at least then you can say you experienced something better than average.”
Another Ishmael spit take ensues, this time completely to the side and out of the shot.
Severin: “Jesus…tell us how you really feel, Pierce.”
Nate (shrugging): “I mean I have, have I not? Some might call it banter, but I’m just dishing out cold facts right now. You’re putting someone who went from being a nobody to somebody within the span of three events after a lengthy hiatus and became the talk of the company and partially the Network as well on top of it for such a sudden ascension. If I was capable of doing something like that before in the past, then you know I can damn well do it again. I did it once in GWA, and I did it again in AXW, and now it’s for the IPW chapter to experience The Whaler’s return to his glory days of being one of New England’s most tenacious and hard-working talents in the business.”
Pierce raises his drink up in gesture to a toast, which Severin follows as does Ishmael despite the little bit of liquor remaining in his glass.
Nate: “A new start awaits on the horizon boys, and there’s a ship waiting for me with my name on it. IPW will be sharing alongside its late sister AXW what it’s like to land yourself a mighty beast known as Nate Pierce: Glory for The Whaler!”
Ishmael & Severin: “To The Whaler!”
The three men clink their glasses together and gulp down what remains before the camera gradually fades to black.