Post by Nate Pierce on May 16, 2023 19:36:52 GMT
Severin: ”So IPW’s finally back now is it?”
Nate: “Mhm. So far, I’m the only one from Chaos Theory who’s answered the call, but for the other two…can’t blame them for bowing out for the time being.”
The shot fades into Nate and Severin sitting on the dock, staring out into the Atlantic. The tide gently ebbs and flows while the seagulls up above let out their usual calls and cries across the sky, circling the water overhead in small flocks. Severin takes a long drag on the cigarette in hand, billowing a steady stream of smoke from his lips.
Severin: “So what awaits Nate the Great in this venture beyond the grand blue that is the Atlantic?”
Nate stifles a chuckle at the polished remarks directed at him.
Nate: “I wouldn’t make it sound super grandiose, Severin. Not wrestling in front of any royalty or anything and I’d be amazed if I was.”
Severin: “But surely there’s something in store for you, no?”
Nate: “Depends on how one would perceive it as such but I’m never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Severin raises a brow at the vague statement, taking another drag on his cigarette.
Severin: “My ears are wide open, Nate.”
Nate: “I’ve been thrown into a title match as part of the return show.”
Severin: “Well…I’ll be damned. Top prize or…?”
Nate: “The rung below it. MYOJIN has that guy from Vegas, Cross, to worry about. I have to put up with Travis’ forgotten cousin, Alastor.”
Severin: “Who the hell is Travis?”
Nate: “Video game reference.”
Severin simply nods along while he takes another drag, repeating the same billowing process. Nate loosely folds his arms over his gut as a light sea breeze blows through, temporarily suspending some gulls in the air as they glide upon it.
Nate: “It’s still a bit wild to process if I’m to be completely honest.”
Severin: “Why do you say that?”
Nate: “Mainly because before the hiatus, I was so locked up in the tag team division with Spike and PRICE that I was hoping to get another jab at the belts but…”
Severin: “With them not around this time, you have an opportunity to do things for yourself and write another chapter in your travels.”
Nate: “Something like that, yeah.”
Nate turns his gaze skyward, watching some of the gulls circle overhead and come to land in the waters beneath them, idly floating. Severin snuffs out his current cigarette on his boot, steadily letting out the last bit of smoke in another small stream.
Severin: “Well, whatever you end up doing going forward Nate…I hope it all turns out well in the long run. Who knows…maybe you’ll be able to retire from the fishery here eventually.”
Nate: “A distant dream…but doable nevertheless.”
Severin: “Grab the bull by the horns while you can, my friend. Even Wheeler will be supporting you like he always has on the sidelines.”
Nate: “Heh…he never struck me as a wrestling fan.”
Severin: “There’s still a good few secrets we don’t know about him but I’m sure we’ll learn about ‘em someday. Gonna go see if Ishmael is at the bar. Said he’d be here at some point in the afternoon but he hasn’t texted. See ya.”
Severin pushes up to his feet, one hand sliding into his pants’ pocket as he walks off, leaving Nate to himself.
Nate: “Well…can’t exactly say I wasn’t expecting to pull back into the station with this kind opportunity waiting for me on the platform. To come back from this break as a lone whaler once more but boy howdy did I ever come across a prize on the other side of the Atlantic. National Openweight Championship…got a nice ring to it…just a shame it’s besmirched by a real handful of a guy.”
He sighs, shaking his head. Nate leans an elbow onto his knee, body leaning slightly forward.
Nate: “Alastor…you and I certainly have some unfinished business from one of the last outings in IPW following what played out at the last Adrenaline. Cowering behind JGR, seeking an opportunity to beat a tired man down for your own benefit…but who was the one that put a quick stop to that? This big guy.”
Nate lightly jabs a thumb toward himself, faintly chuckling.
Nate: “Whenever you try to jump someone within this company, you really ought to account for the possibility of them having backup or not, which was something you seriously overlooked when you wanted to give yourself that little bit of an edge in trying to take PRICE down a peg ahead of what would’ve been a score to settle between the two of you but now you got The Whaler to deal with instead…and I ain’t about playing those damn games you like to cater to in your matches.”
He shakes his head at the thought, pushing himself up to his feet. Nate takes a moment to adjust his work attire, rolling his shoulders.
Nate: “See Alastor, when you mess with anyone who was involved in Chaos Theory, the inevitable will catch up to you. Doesn’t matter what you did to light the fuse or whose door you kicked in, retaliation is always sure to follow to bring punishment upon you. Not often do I find myself in this kind of predicament but given everything that’s transpired, I’d be doing both PRICE and Spike a disservice if I didn’t go through with this to the very end after everything those two did for me in welcoming me into their camaraderie. I don’t care if it sounds sappy, but this match I’m not doing just for myself but for the two who helped me rise up in the ranks of Infinite Pro to get this far in the company and now is the opportunity to cash in all the lessons taught me whilst under their wing.”
Nate cracks his knuckles while the sounds of the ocean ebbing and flow continues to roll in background noise.
Nate: “To be on the hunt for another Moby Dick…man, I haven’t felt this kind of feeling ever since my AXW days when I won that Battle Royale and just like I will at Discovery, cashed in on the opportunity presented to me. To be standing atop one of the pinnacles as a company’s champion…what more could I really ask for aside from the World Title? A journey for another day but Touchdown, it’s time to touch grass and bring you crashing back down into the dirt. Being in that high end position for this long has evidently left you disconnected from the reality that lies within that company, and that reality being that all things will meet their end one way or another. Things constantly change, and I intend on being one of the playmakers to carve out the start of a new chapter now just in this company, but in my life on top of it. New National Openweight Champion…Nate Pierce. Has a nice ring to it, and a reality that is certainly inevitable and I don’t mean in the far flung future. Come May 21st, people are to discover or rediscover the man that is The Whaler, the third man of Chaos Theory, the man who spearheaded the main events for so many shows before the hiatus: Main Event Nate.”
Nate plants his palm against the air three consecutive times in a row next to one another.
Nate: “Keep the title looking pretty for now, Alastor. By the time everything is all said and done by the end of it, none of your boys will be able to topple this big man nor stop him from claiming what should be in the hands of the Third Chaos. Only days now until I beach your ass on land and put an end to all your glory.”
Nate signals to the camera with a brief thumbs down before taking his leave from the scene, seagulls continuing to call out in the background before it goes black.
Nate: “Mhm. So far, I’m the only one from Chaos Theory who’s answered the call, but for the other two…can’t blame them for bowing out for the time being.”
The shot fades into Nate and Severin sitting on the dock, staring out into the Atlantic. The tide gently ebbs and flows while the seagulls up above let out their usual calls and cries across the sky, circling the water overhead in small flocks. Severin takes a long drag on the cigarette in hand, billowing a steady stream of smoke from his lips.
Severin: “So what awaits Nate the Great in this venture beyond the grand blue that is the Atlantic?”
Nate stifles a chuckle at the polished remarks directed at him.
Nate: “I wouldn’t make it sound super grandiose, Severin. Not wrestling in front of any royalty or anything and I’d be amazed if I was.”
Severin: “But surely there’s something in store for you, no?”
Nate: “Depends on how one would perceive it as such but I’m never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Severin raises a brow at the vague statement, taking another drag on his cigarette.
Severin: “My ears are wide open, Nate.”
Nate: “I’ve been thrown into a title match as part of the return show.”
Severin: “Well…I’ll be damned. Top prize or…?”
Nate: “The rung below it. MYOJIN has that guy from Vegas, Cross, to worry about. I have to put up with Travis’ forgotten cousin, Alastor.”
Severin: “Who the hell is Travis?”
Nate: “Video game reference.”
Severin simply nods along while he takes another drag, repeating the same billowing process. Nate loosely folds his arms over his gut as a light sea breeze blows through, temporarily suspending some gulls in the air as they glide upon it.
Nate: “It’s still a bit wild to process if I’m to be completely honest.”
Severin: “Why do you say that?”
Nate: “Mainly because before the hiatus, I was so locked up in the tag team division with Spike and PRICE that I was hoping to get another jab at the belts but…”
Severin: “With them not around this time, you have an opportunity to do things for yourself and write another chapter in your travels.”
Nate: “Something like that, yeah.”
Nate turns his gaze skyward, watching some of the gulls circle overhead and come to land in the waters beneath them, idly floating. Severin snuffs out his current cigarette on his boot, steadily letting out the last bit of smoke in another small stream.
Severin: “Well, whatever you end up doing going forward Nate…I hope it all turns out well in the long run. Who knows…maybe you’ll be able to retire from the fishery here eventually.”
Nate: “A distant dream…but doable nevertheless.”
Severin: “Grab the bull by the horns while you can, my friend. Even Wheeler will be supporting you like he always has on the sidelines.”
Nate: “Heh…he never struck me as a wrestling fan.”
Severin: “There’s still a good few secrets we don’t know about him but I’m sure we’ll learn about ‘em someday. Gonna go see if Ishmael is at the bar. Said he’d be here at some point in the afternoon but he hasn’t texted. See ya.”
Severin pushes up to his feet, one hand sliding into his pants’ pocket as he walks off, leaving Nate to himself.
Nate: “Well…can’t exactly say I wasn’t expecting to pull back into the station with this kind opportunity waiting for me on the platform. To come back from this break as a lone whaler once more but boy howdy did I ever come across a prize on the other side of the Atlantic. National Openweight Championship…got a nice ring to it…just a shame it’s besmirched by a real handful of a guy.”
He sighs, shaking his head. Nate leans an elbow onto his knee, body leaning slightly forward.
Nate: “Alastor…you and I certainly have some unfinished business from one of the last outings in IPW following what played out at the last Adrenaline. Cowering behind JGR, seeking an opportunity to beat a tired man down for your own benefit…but who was the one that put a quick stop to that? This big guy.”
Nate lightly jabs a thumb toward himself, faintly chuckling.
Nate: “Whenever you try to jump someone within this company, you really ought to account for the possibility of them having backup or not, which was something you seriously overlooked when you wanted to give yourself that little bit of an edge in trying to take PRICE down a peg ahead of what would’ve been a score to settle between the two of you but now you got The Whaler to deal with instead…and I ain’t about playing those damn games you like to cater to in your matches.”
He shakes his head at the thought, pushing himself up to his feet. Nate takes a moment to adjust his work attire, rolling his shoulders.
Nate: “See Alastor, when you mess with anyone who was involved in Chaos Theory, the inevitable will catch up to you. Doesn’t matter what you did to light the fuse or whose door you kicked in, retaliation is always sure to follow to bring punishment upon you. Not often do I find myself in this kind of predicament but given everything that’s transpired, I’d be doing both PRICE and Spike a disservice if I didn’t go through with this to the very end after everything those two did for me in welcoming me into their camaraderie. I don’t care if it sounds sappy, but this match I’m not doing just for myself but for the two who helped me rise up in the ranks of Infinite Pro to get this far in the company and now is the opportunity to cash in all the lessons taught me whilst under their wing.”
Nate cracks his knuckles while the sounds of the ocean ebbing and flow continues to roll in background noise.
Nate: “To be on the hunt for another Moby Dick…man, I haven’t felt this kind of feeling ever since my AXW days when I won that Battle Royale and just like I will at Discovery, cashed in on the opportunity presented to me. To be standing atop one of the pinnacles as a company’s champion…what more could I really ask for aside from the World Title? A journey for another day but Touchdown, it’s time to touch grass and bring you crashing back down into the dirt. Being in that high end position for this long has evidently left you disconnected from the reality that lies within that company, and that reality being that all things will meet their end one way or another. Things constantly change, and I intend on being one of the playmakers to carve out the start of a new chapter now just in this company, but in my life on top of it. New National Openweight Champion…Nate Pierce. Has a nice ring to it, and a reality that is certainly inevitable and I don’t mean in the far flung future. Come May 21st, people are to discover or rediscover the man that is The Whaler, the third man of Chaos Theory, the man who spearheaded the main events for so many shows before the hiatus: Main Event Nate.”
Nate plants his palm against the air three consecutive times in a row next to one another.
Nate: “Keep the title looking pretty for now, Alastor. By the time everything is all said and done by the end of it, none of your boys will be able to topple this big man nor stop him from claiming what should be in the hands of the Third Chaos. Only days now until I beach your ass on land and put an end to all your glory.”
Nate signals to the camera with a brief thumbs down before taking his leave from the scene, seagulls continuing to call out in the background before it goes black.