Post by Nate Pierce on Nov 19, 2022 0:22:16 GMT
The shot opens up to a local fishery on the outskirts of Hartford, Connecticut, lights already on as the autumn sun has begun its descent below the horizon line, gradually blanketing the area in the rapidly approaching darkness of night. Out on the pier, the trio of Nate, Severin, and Ishmael, perched on barrels as they stare out onto the dark blue waters, the giant form of Pierce sporting a black pea coat to block out most of the chilling air with an accompanying newsboy cap. The other two appear to also be dressed in layers but moreso in the sense of sweatshirts or windbreakers.
Nate: “It’ll be time to cross the pond again soon enough for a few days.”
Severin: “Another match I take?”
Nate: “Why else? Though, not complaining about the circumstance of it. It’s another tag team match but the higher-ups got me teaming with that stalwart man in Spike Kane once again.”
Ishmael: “Ah, the guy you were with when you throttled the other two from last time out. I don’t remember the last time I saw you ragdoll the hell out of someone like you did with Hun there. That shit was crazy to watch.”
Nate: “Funny enough, she’s involved in this endeavor again. Her partner is just different for this particular occasion.”
Ishmael: “Oh?”
Nate: “Yeah…some guy named Aubrey Mack? Has a small track record to him though the last bit of importance he had was a qualifier to fight for the National Openweight title and he got trounced out of contention by Cross Recoba. The performance from Aubrey was extremely…lackluster to say the least. I didn’t find him the least bit impressive. Sure he had a couple moments in that endeavor but outside of that? Nothing special other than someone who’s into doing a bunch of flips and shit. Compared to others who utilize that sort of schtick to their advantage in an attempt to turn things around or catch the opponent off guard, he seems to do it just for the flash.”
Severin: “The flash eh?”
Nate: “Mhm. Seems the type to be more about flair and style then someone who actually gives two damns about trying to climb up the ladder. That’s all he is really. A flash in the pan, with nothing really of great import worth remembering and yet they think him and Hun worth my time and Spike’s? I want something more worthy of a challenge! Not something that’s basically a household chore. You guys have seen Hun before, and hell, Ishmael, you just mentioned what I did to her a few weeks ago. Is there really any chance that this will end differently?”
Ishmael shrugged in turn whilst Severin let slip a soft chuckle.
Ishmael: “If you want me to be honest, and this is without bias…nah. Size difference and everything, especially with the prowess you and Spike have between the both of you?”
Nate: “Not to mention chemistry. Besides, Spike said it best last time out: If I got his back, then he’ll have mine, which is exactly what happened when we manhandled Joe and Hun.”
The Whaler pulls on the sides of his coat as a gust of wind picks up, forcing all three to tightly press their arms to their bodies in an attempt to retain heat before the wind subsides.
Nate: “This matchup is going to have the same result no matter what happens. I’m The Whaler, and my goal is to harpoon other big fish out of the water to make myself a legend of the seas. If it means having to skewer a few small fry here and there, so be it. Aubrey can find himself being tallied onto the list of those that got tossed into the sea by my hands as well as Spike’s. The only ‘Mack’ about Aubrey is him being the equivalent of a mackerel and in retrospect, a minnow against sharks like Spike and I.”
He laughs at the thought.
Nate: “If this is a way of the company trying to size up potential contenders for The Dead End Express, then let bear witness to the power that The Whaler and The Blood God hold when teamed together. We crushed the previous two with a pure display of intellect and raw strength, and we’ll make sure to do it again to raise hell and make some heads swivel in our direction. At this point, it isn’t just about gaining another notch on our belts, it’s a matter of putting The Dead End Express on full notice that there’s a time ready and willing to pursue them without a moment’s hesitation. I sure hope they’ll be paying attention real closely, because if I’m to be honest, Spike and I could be the only worthwhile opponents at the moment for them to even consider.”
Severin: “You’re assuming Spike would team with you though given his partnership with Price.”
Nate: “And? It never hurts anyone to branch out and experiment with a new partner in the ring against others. We’re going to be one of the best, if not the best team in IPW by the turn of the new year. Aubrey’s gonna know it, Hun’s gonna know it, and the damn Haggards are gonna know it. It’s going to be a whale of a time! Hahaha!”
Ishamel: “Ugh…the puns…”
Severin: “Oh lighten up, Ishmael. Our friend is just extremely pumped for what’s to come.”
Nate: “You’re damn right I am! Mack, Hun, you’re in shark infested waters now mixed with the chum. There ain’t no escaping two hungry sharks with appetites looking to claim some gilded prizes to cement our legacies here in IPW. Turn a mackerel into sushi and Hun…well….she’ll be better off sleeping with the fishes in all honesty because she ain’t any better than the minnow she’s been forced to swim with!”
More hearty, sailor laughter emits from The Whaler, slapping his knee in turn while Severin shrugs, Ishmael facepalming. Fade out.
Nate: “It’ll be time to cross the pond again soon enough for a few days.”
Severin: “Another match I take?”
Nate: “Why else? Though, not complaining about the circumstance of it. It’s another tag team match but the higher-ups got me teaming with that stalwart man in Spike Kane once again.”
Ishmael: “Ah, the guy you were with when you throttled the other two from last time out. I don’t remember the last time I saw you ragdoll the hell out of someone like you did with Hun there. That shit was crazy to watch.”
Nate: “Funny enough, she’s involved in this endeavor again. Her partner is just different for this particular occasion.”
Ishmael: “Oh?”
Nate: “Yeah…some guy named Aubrey Mack? Has a small track record to him though the last bit of importance he had was a qualifier to fight for the National Openweight title and he got trounced out of contention by Cross Recoba. The performance from Aubrey was extremely…lackluster to say the least. I didn’t find him the least bit impressive. Sure he had a couple moments in that endeavor but outside of that? Nothing special other than someone who’s into doing a bunch of flips and shit. Compared to others who utilize that sort of schtick to their advantage in an attempt to turn things around or catch the opponent off guard, he seems to do it just for the flash.”
Severin: “The flash eh?”
Nate: “Mhm. Seems the type to be more about flair and style then someone who actually gives two damns about trying to climb up the ladder. That’s all he is really. A flash in the pan, with nothing really of great import worth remembering and yet they think him and Hun worth my time and Spike’s? I want something more worthy of a challenge! Not something that’s basically a household chore. You guys have seen Hun before, and hell, Ishmael, you just mentioned what I did to her a few weeks ago. Is there really any chance that this will end differently?”
Ishmael shrugged in turn whilst Severin let slip a soft chuckle.
Ishmael: “If you want me to be honest, and this is without bias…nah. Size difference and everything, especially with the prowess you and Spike have between the both of you?”
Nate: “Not to mention chemistry. Besides, Spike said it best last time out: If I got his back, then he’ll have mine, which is exactly what happened when we manhandled Joe and Hun.”
The Whaler pulls on the sides of his coat as a gust of wind picks up, forcing all three to tightly press their arms to their bodies in an attempt to retain heat before the wind subsides.
Nate: “This matchup is going to have the same result no matter what happens. I’m The Whaler, and my goal is to harpoon other big fish out of the water to make myself a legend of the seas. If it means having to skewer a few small fry here and there, so be it. Aubrey can find himself being tallied onto the list of those that got tossed into the sea by my hands as well as Spike’s. The only ‘Mack’ about Aubrey is him being the equivalent of a mackerel and in retrospect, a minnow against sharks like Spike and I.”
He laughs at the thought.
Nate: “If this is a way of the company trying to size up potential contenders for The Dead End Express, then let bear witness to the power that The Whaler and The Blood God hold when teamed together. We crushed the previous two with a pure display of intellect and raw strength, and we’ll make sure to do it again to raise hell and make some heads swivel in our direction. At this point, it isn’t just about gaining another notch on our belts, it’s a matter of putting The Dead End Express on full notice that there’s a time ready and willing to pursue them without a moment’s hesitation. I sure hope they’ll be paying attention real closely, because if I’m to be honest, Spike and I could be the only worthwhile opponents at the moment for them to even consider.”
Severin: “You’re assuming Spike would team with you though given his partnership with Price.”
Nate: “And? It never hurts anyone to branch out and experiment with a new partner in the ring against others. We’re going to be one of the best, if not the best team in IPW by the turn of the new year. Aubrey’s gonna know it, Hun’s gonna know it, and the damn Haggards are gonna know it. It’s going to be a whale of a time! Hahaha!”
Ishamel: “Ugh…the puns…”
Severin: “Oh lighten up, Ishmael. Our friend is just extremely pumped for what’s to come.”
Nate: “You’re damn right I am! Mack, Hun, you’re in shark infested waters now mixed with the chum. There ain’t no escaping two hungry sharks with appetites looking to claim some gilded prizes to cement our legacies here in IPW. Turn a mackerel into sushi and Hun…well….she’ll be better off sleeping with the fishes in all honesty because she ain’t any better than the minnow she’s been forced to swim with!”
More hearty, sailor laughter emits from The Whaler, slapping his knee in turn while Severin shrugs, Ishmael facepalming. Fade out.