Post by Price on Feb 3, 2023 5:27:32 GMT
Post Adrenaline XIII, Doctors room in the Braehead Arena. With a knee pack wrapped around his knee Price is limping back and forth cracking his knuckles over and over as the doc looks over Spike Kane sitting on the table, far corner Jason Long waits for the results.
Long: So, exactly what happened again?
Price: I told ya, we cough up with Touchdown and his hired goon, and had a little heart to heart, a few words were said a few skulls were cracked one happened to be Spike's via a steel chair and now we are here because of some stupid protocols where the man tells us we can't do our jobs.
Spike: I've been hit by worse!
Spike goes to stand up but goes completely rubber legged.
Long: Mate, you're usually not that bad without a few pints before hand. Doc?
Dickhead Doc: He's got a nasty gash on his head and is concussed, he won't be clear for the next show.
Spike: Fuck you! Dickhead.
Long: There goes my main event, The NOVA Empire get's a bye into the finals.
Price: Naw fuck that, I got this.
Long: You have a match earlier that night.
Price: I don't fucking care, wont be the first night I had to whoop some ass in multiple matches. This was because of my issues with Touchdown, I'll take Spike's place and tag with Nate. Chaos Theory will not be held back over some bullshit, he'll be fine in a few days.
Doctor Dickhead shakes his head no he wont and continues to stich Spike's skull back together.
Long: You sure about this? Of course you are nevermind, fine sure whatever at least I don't have to cancel a match, I've got to go I'm already late for something.
Price: I'm sure you are mister boss man sir.
Price shows Long he's number one as he leaves the room.
Spike: Imma need some med's after this dickhead is done sewing me up.
Price: I gotchu
Price goes to leave the room.
Spike: AND SOME BURGERS!
Price runs into Nate in the hallway.
Nate: How is he?
Price: I'll fill you in later, I gotta go get medicine, you're on burger duty.
Nate looks at the Dr sign then asks.
Nate: Medicine?
Price: Less you know the better. BURGERS STAT!
Long: So, exactly what happened again?
Price: I told ya, we cough up with Touchdown and his hired goon, and had a little heart to heart, a few words were said a few skulls were cracked one happened to be Spike's via a steel chair and now we are here because of some stupid protocols where the man tells us we can't do our jobs.
Spike: I've been hit by worse!
Spike goes to stand up but goes completely rubber legged.
Long: Mate, you're usually not that bad without a few pints before hand. Doc?
Dickhead Doc: He's got a nasty gash on his head and is concussed, he won't be clear for the next show.
Spike: Fuck you! Dickhead.
Long: There goes my main event, The NOVA Empire get's a bye into the finals.
Price: Naw fuck that, I got this.
Long: You have a match earlier that night.
Price: I don't fucking care, wont be the first night I had to whoop some ass in multiple matches. This was because of my issues with Touchdown, I'll take Spike's place and tag with Nate. Chaos Theory will not be held back over some bullshit, he'll be fine in a few days.
Doctor Dickhead shakes his head no he wont and continues to stich Spike's skull back together.
Long: You sure about this? Of course you are nevermind, fine sure whatever at least I don't have to cancel a match, I've got to go I'm already late for something.
Price: I'm sure you are mister boss man sir.
Price shows Long he's number one as he leaves the room.
Spike: Imma need some med's after this dickhead is done sewing me up.
Price: I gotchu
Price goes to leave the room.
Spike: AND SOME BURGERS!
Price runs into Nate in the hallway.
Nate: How is he?
Price: I'll fill you in later, I gotta go get medicine, you're on burger duty.
Nate looks at the Dr sign then asks.
Nate: Medicine?
Price: Less you know the better. BURGERS STAT!
"Not going to lie, I had no idea who Nate and Spike were supposed to be facing in the semi finals of this tag team tourney going on when I agreed to take Spike's place due to medical injury, I had my attention else where as you can see"
Price motions down to his right knee where he's wearing a knee brace under his jean shorts, to go along with his Image Comics Invincible black t-shirt, and a Chaos Theory hat sitting half way on his head.
"Bit since then I've done a little bit of research...I mean I can't be claiming to be one of the smartest men in that ring when it comes to violence if I didn't know who I was inflicting that pain on to right? Right. So I did my homework and I can't lie Ms. Nova. You've got one hell of a resume. And being from the cold hard streets of Detroit I know you are built tougher and more durable than most, it's a Midwest thing trust me I get it.
You and me Tarah, we are cut from a different cloth, and under better circumstances we could even be as thick as thieves, hell we may have to talk after Adrenaline.
But that is after, depending on how bad I have to whoop you and your son's ass you may not want to right away, and Ms. Nova, make no mistake about it."
He looks dead into the camera.
"Me and Nate, we are going to whoop you ya son's dorky looking ass. And that name, chicka, Mommie, Otto? I mean, Oliver ok that one is fine, Green Arrow is cool, but Otto? And he looks like a dork missing four metal arms? Come on now girl."
He shakes his head in disgust.
"Oh I'm sorry kid, am I not addressing you directly? Don't worry, I will in that ring. See young man, you're still new around these parts and quite frankly, you haven't earned the right for me to address you yet, maybe if you can show me that you've got even an ounce of your mothers fighting spirt, then well who knows, maybe down the road Uncle Price will teach you how to properly swing a chair, and why baseball bats work better wrapped in barbed wire."
Price waves his hand dismissively
"Sure sure you may think have us at a slight disadvantage because me and Nate have never teamed before. But it doesn't matter, Chaos Theory was designed to be this way, each part interchangeable, you cut off one head two more take it's place type deal, Nate puts spines on the pine and I crack skulls, it's not chemistry. Sides ol' Monstro has been the one working with me to get in better ring shape for my run at the IPW National Openweight Championship. So don't worry about my match earlier in the night with JGR, I'll have plenty of violence left over for The NOVA Empire because there is nothing I hate more than imperial bullshit.
Empires rise and fall, Chaos is eternal.
No one, not you Ms. Nova and baby nova, Touchdown and his hired goon, Long and his dickhead doctors, or even God him self can stop the Chaos.
Chaos Theory will walk into the Braehead Arena in Glasgow, Scotland on Sunday, February 5th and do everything in our power to advance to the finals in this tag team tournament and then go on to challenge and win the IPW Tag Team Championships.
I have spoken."
And with that he walks off.
