Post by Ezekiel Pax on Feb 6, 2015 5:08:14 GMT -5
The Drunken Buzzsaw sits on a large porch swing out front of the clubhouse. He leans back against the armrest with one leg up on the swing and the other somewhat dragging as his seat swings back and forth. In one hand, he holds a Chadweiser, the other holds his light while a fresh cigarette dangles from his lips. A handful of empty bottles litter the ground behind the swing. Chaos plants his heel to the ground, momentarily halting the movement of his seat as he polishes off the beer in his hand. He lifts his foot and the swing continues it’s path as he drops the empty bottle. He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag, leaning back even more into the seat.
“Hey, Luck.” Chaos says, nodding his head towards his friend. “Lookin’ good, bud.”
He’s referring to a 95% healed Lucky. The only remnants left from the attack by Ezekiel Pax is a small black wrist brace on his left hand. For not being personal, it sure was vicious. Lucky sits down in a folding chair a bit kitty corner from our Chaos Champion.
“Feelin’ good.” Lucky says, lighting up a cigarette. “Been cleared to get back into the ring if I’m needed.”
“Good to know, Luck. I’m sure your rehab and training with Jettinia really helped.”
“You know it.” he says with a smile, exhaling smoke from his nostrils.
Chaos shakes his head with a smile and continues smoking his own treat.
“You look pretty chilled for someone who is stepping into the Hell in a Cell, bro.” Lucky says, sitting back and taking a deep drag from his smoke. “Are you thinking you have it in the bag?”
Chaos shakes his head again.
“I’m not underestimating him at all. His resume speaks for itself. I beat him before in a brutal match but now he’s stepped it up a few notches. I don’t want to say that he’s desperate but there’s definitely something different around inside his head. Who fights for the Chaos Title in a fuckin’ Hell in a Cell?”
Lucky shrugs.
“He’s a lunatic. Therapy or not, he’s still out of his mind, C. We both know this. And if you don’t know this, here’s a reminder...”
Lucky places his cig in his lips and waves his left hand with the brace on it into the air.
“I need no such reminder. I’ve been in the ring with him while he’s trying to ‘turn a new leaf’..” Chaos uses both hands to make quotation marks then pauses the rocking of the porch swing to grab a fresh beer then continues talking. “..and also while he was going bat-shit fuckin’ crazy with the Dragon. I know what he’s capable of.”
Chaos sits up in the swing and puts his feet to the ground and looks eye to eye with Lucky. He takes a long drink from his beer.
“And he knows exactly what I’m fuckin’ capable of.”
The Drunken Buzzsaw finishes off his beer and tosses the empty bottle into the pile.
“I’ll catch you in a bit, Luck. Meetin’ up with Cyp.”
Chaos pats his friend on the back as he passes him and walks into the clubhouse.
The air inside the Church is foggy and thick due to the constant stream of smoke coming off the cigar firmly gripped in the paw of Cypress Morgan. He sits at the head of the table, head leaned back as he blows a cloud of smoke into the air. His attention is directed toward the door as Chaos walks in. He closes the door behind him before taking his seat at the table and lighting up a cigarette.
“Boss.”
Cypress gives a nod in return to the greeting of his VP and raises his cigar in a ‘cheers’ fashion.
“How’s it lookin?” The Prez asks, inhaling a long drag from his stogie.
Chaos butts out his cigarette and immediately lights up another as he looks down at the table.
“It’s been worse.” he says, taking a long drag off his smoke. “Titty joint is bringing in cash. We’re not going anywhere.”
Cypress smiles as smoke pours out either side of his mouth.
“I like where you’re heads at but that’s not what I meant. Are you ready to put this kid to rest? I can tell he’s annoyed you quite a bit and it’s fuckin’ up your focus, bro.”
Chaos shakes his head ‘no’ and exhales through his nose.
“It’s not a problem. He got lucky last week. I beat him at Horizons and Infinity will just be the fuckin’ sequel. Bigger, better, and bloodier than the original.”
Cypress slams his hand down onto the table.
“Cut the shit, C! You mean to tell me that him beating you clean last week didn’t get under your skin? It’s not the first time he beat you so don’t act like it’ll be the last.”
The Drunken Buzzsaw runs his hand through his beard and tops off his smoke, putting it out and reaching into his cut to retrieve a beer. He takes a long drink and sets it on the table.
“I don’t need any fuckin’ reminder of what he can do. I don’t need any damn reminders on where this is going. I will hold MY belt longer than anyone ever has. Are you fuckin’ doubtin’ me, Cyp?”
A smile returns to the grizzled face of the DMW President.
“I’d never do a thing like that, brother. Just need to make sure you haven’t lost any fire. A loss is a fuckin’ loss, no matter how small. We’re all facin’ losses right now and I need to know who will start buckle under the weight or who will step the fuck up and show that we aren’t fuckin’ dead. Understand?”
Chaos runs his hand through his beard again and sits back in his chair, propping his feet onto the table.
“I think I’ll take one of those cigars, Chief.” he says, stretching out his hand towards Cypress.
Cypress reaches out and hands a beer to his brother.
“You’ll get that cigar right after Infinity.”
The Chaos Champion chuckles to himself and nods in approval.
“Hey, Luck.” Chaos says, nodding his head towards his friend. “Lookin’ good, bud.”
He’s referring to a 95% healed Lucky. The only remnants left from the attack by Ezekiel Pax is a small black wrist brace on his left hand. For not being personal, it sure was vicious. Lucky sits down in a folding chair a bit kitty corner from our Chaos Champion.
“Feelin’ good.” Lucky says, lighting up a cigarette. “Been cleared to get back into the ring if I’m needed.”
“Good to know, Luck. I’m sure your rehab and training with Jettinia really helped.”
“You know it.” he says with a smile, exhaling smoke from his nostrils.
Chaos shakes his head with a smile and continues smoking his own treat.
“You look pretty chilled for someone who is stepping into the Hell in a Cell, bro.” Lucky says, sitting back and taking a deep drag from his smoke. “Are you thinking you have it in the bag?”
Chaos shakes his head again.
“I’m not underestimating him at all. His resume speaks for itself. I beat him before in a brutal match but now he’s stepped it up a few notches. I don’t want to say that he’s desperate but there’s definitely something different around inside his head. Who fights for the Chaos Title in a fuckin’ Hell in a Cell?”
Lucky shrugs.
“He’s a lunatic. Therapy or not, he’s still out of his mind, C. We both know this. And if you don’t know this, here’s a reminder...”
Lucky places his cig in his lips and waves his left hand with the brace on it into the air.
“I need no such reminder. I’ve been in the ring with him while he’s trying to ‘turn a new leaf’..” Chaos uses both hands to make quotation marks then pauses the rocking of the porch swing to grab a fresh beer then continues talking. “..and also while he was going bat-shit fuckin’ crazy with the Dragon. I know what he’s capable of.”
Chaos sits up in the swing and puts his feet to the ground and looks eye to eye with Lucky. He takes a long drink from his beer.
“And he knows exactly what I’m fuckin’ capable of.”
The Drunken Buzzsaw finishes off his beer and tosses the empty bottle into the pile.
“I’ll catch you in a bit, Luck. Meetin’ up with Cyp.”
Chaos pats his friend on the back as he passes him and walks into the clubhouse.
The air inside the Church is foggy and thick due to the constant stream of smoke coming off the cigar firmly gripped in the paw of Cypress Morgan. He sits at the head of the table, head leaned back as he blows a cloud of smoke into the air. His attention is directed toward the door as Chaos walks in. He closes the door behind him before taking his seat at the table and lighting up a cigarette.
“Boss.”
Cypress gives a nod in return to the greeting of his VP and raises his cigar in a ‘cheers’ fashion.
“How’s it lookin?” The Prez asks, inhaling a long drag from his stogie.
Chaos butts out his cigarette and immediately lights up another as he looks down at the table.
“It’s been worse.” he says, taking a long drag off his smoke. “Titty joint is bringing in cash. We’re not going anywhere.”
Cypress smiles as smoke pours out either side of his mouth.
“I like where you’re heads at but that’s not what I meant. Are you ready to put this kid to rest? I can tell he’s annoyed you quite a bit and it’s fuckin’ up your focus, bro.”
Chaos shakes his head ‘no’ and exhales through his nose.
“It’s not a problem. He got lucky last week. I beat him at Horizons and Infinity will just be the fuckin’ sequel. Bigger, better, and bloodier than the original.”
Cypress slams his hand down onto the table.
“Cut the shit, C! You mean to tell me that him beating you clean last week didn’t get under your skin? It’s not the first time he beat you so don’t act like it’ll be the last.”
The Drunken Buzzsaw runs his hand through his beard and tops off his smoke, putting it out and reaching into his cut to retrieve a beer. He takes a long drink and sets it on the table.
“I don’t need any fuckin’ reminder of what he can do. I don’t need any damn reminders on where this is going. I will hold MY belt longer than anyone ever has. Are you fuckin’ doubtin’ me, Cyp?”
A smile returns to the grizzled face of the DMW President.
“I’d never do a thing like that, brother. Just need to make sure you haven’t lost any fire. A loss is a fuckin’ loss, no matter how small. We’re all facin’ losses right now and I need to know who will start buckle under the weight or who will step the fuck up and show that we aren’t fuckin’ dead. Understand?”
Chaos runs his hand through his beard again and sits back in his chair, propping his feet onto the table.
“I think I’ll take one of those cigars, Chief.” he says, stretching out his hand towards Cypress.
Cypress reaches out and hands a beer to his brother.
“You’ll get that cigar right after Infinity.”
The Chaos Champion chuckles to himself and nods in approval.