Untitled (AXV Price tag team RP)

[Price]

Chaos Theory's private gym somewhere in Ireland (Price just lets the driver worry about directions), a basic pro-wrestlers warehouse gym with a ring and some equipment nothing fancy but it gets the job done. Price who looks like he just got done with an intense workout, sits on a bench with his phone vertical as he watches something with a grin.

Nate Pierce walks by wiping his face with a towel.

Nate: Great workout today, your cardio is improving daily.

Price: "Yeah thanks mang." Price doesn't look away from his phone, Nate peeks over his shoulder.

Nate: Ah watching the end of our match again? Man she really got you there, and then here comes...wait...

Nate watches with confusion as he watches the same thing loop over and over again, Tarah Nova slapping the ever living shit out of Price with her Ripcord Slap called The Killjoy Buzzer, except it seems to have the opposite effect on Price, he just shakes his head as it cuts off and loops back around cutting off his fantastic mid air spear that cut Otto in half and his Deep Sea Plunge choke bomb that won them the match.

Nate: Dude.

Price: I haven't been slapped like that since my first ex wife. I think I'm in love.

Nate: Ain't you married?

Price: Trice divorced, one of em I'm technically a widow.

Nate: Oh I'm sorry.

Price: For what? You fuckin one of em? Hope it isn't the first, I ain't cool with no necrophiliac now.

Nate looks completely and utterly confused as he does with most of his conversions with The Messiah of Hardcore.

Nate: Right, anyways I'm going to head out and grab the food and check on Spike, you OK on getting yourself home?

Price waves him off.

Price: Yeah yeah, go north two lefts and a right I'll find it.

He will eventually find it, after taking a few wrong turns as it is not two lefts and a right but that's a story for another time.

Price: I got an old friend I need to catch up with here real fast.

Nate nods and makes his exit as Price sets up his phone to record. And we cut to that feed.

"Been a minute hasn't it Tara? I'll be honest, I wasn't sure it was you at first when I saw who we would be facing. Mind you I've been busy dealing with my own things and I really haven't been paying attention to this tournament from the start, this was supposed to be Spike and Nate's deal, and I've been a bit busy with my own personal issues, but life happens and being the pro I am I steeped in. And you Tera, you've stepped in it."

He gives a slight chuckle as he runs his hand over his mouth and pulls on his beard a bit stroking down his chin.

"And then when I did find out, that name was indeed the one true great and cough legendary Tara Fenix from days of old, well....I found myself not giving two shits. Yeah sure you've been around the block and some could say we have some shared history, but you and I? Us? Unless my mind is failing me, and it very well could be, I don't recall ever being in the ring with you. Even in one of fuck Mongo's clusterfuck matches.

I am pretty sure I've put a few of your students down, maybe a few of your boyfriends, but you and me. Doesn't ring any bells."

He wags his finger at the camera.

"I am glad to see you've got family watching your back now, and not someone your fucking. Unless you are, it is 2023 and I ain't here to kink shame but naw for real, it's good to have family watching one's back. Jennie, your sister likes to think she knows me, she's going to learn a hard lesion that hearing stories about being in the ring with Price is a lot more safer than actually being IN THE RING WITH PRICE."

He shakes his head no.

"But you, you don't know me from Tom Dick or Harry. And I nor you. You've got spunk kid, you've got a unique look, that isnt all plastic like your sister, seriously Tara no one is buying that your not aging. Jennie, you've got the moves down, but I've yet to see that killer instinct one needs to deal with men such as my self and Nate Pierce. Men that are willing to do anything and everything to get what we want.

And that ain't just the spotlight like some of y'all moonlighting ass bitches crave naw it's deeper than that."

Price takes a second, sucking on his teeth.

"Speaking of killers, who let this mouse cult in? Hypnos, Lethe, Mickey, Minnie, who ever the fuck yall are, whatever the fuck yall are into, with his fury like master and slave bullshit I don't even know, and at the end of the day it don't matter, you get into our ring wearing those stupid ass mouse heads and we are going to stomp them in. If not for any other reason then the fact that they are FUCKING CREEPY! Imma rip Minnies bow off and shove it up Mickey's ass, M I C K E Y FUCK YOU.

Fuck all yall. All four of ya, Hypnos, Lethe, Tara and Jennie Fenix, yall are nothing but obstacles in our way to the IPW Tag Team Championships. And come Adrenaline XV, The New Beginning live at the Braehead Arena in Glasgow Scotland February 20th, all of ya are going to learn no matter the obstacle, no matter how much you prepare, plan, and protect yourself, there is no stopping The Chaos Theory.

I have spoken."

With that he gets up and turns off the feed and we go to black.

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