Post by Travis Pierce on Jul 1, 2016 21:36:30 GMT -5
The man known as “The Drunken Buzzsaw” sits by himself at a table on the fairgrounds at Patriot’s Point, where in just a few days the WrestleStock festival will be underway. Chaos has with him a six-pack of Chadweisers, and calmly sips one in the eye of the hurricane, as all around him workers and volunteers scurry to prepare the grounds.
Pierce: Just the man I wanted to see!
Chaos glances around to ascertain who Travis may actually be talking to, and then shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip.
Pierce: As you obviously know, I’ve entered myself into the WrestleStock Open this year. It’s basically a bunch of OWFers this go round, so I figured you were the man to talk to. You know all about them, you have the experience and the track record of proven success.
Chaos realizes that he is actually the one Travis is talking to, and he considers what he just said and shrugs in agreement.
Pierce: Not the Open, obviously. You sucked in that. But you went over there afterwards and ran through their roster for a few months. I noticed, I paid attention, not like your buddy that coasts about with his faux-creativity these days.
Chaos glares at Travis and blows smoke in his direction, but given they are outside it dissipates long before it reaches Travis. Chaos frowns, shrugs, and takes another sip.
Pierce: I’m facing “The Freedom Kid” in my Open qualifier. It’s a stupid name, kind of like “The Cyclone” or “Crazy Opie.” Still, he’s the one that beat you, isn’t he? You and Meyhu held their tag titles, and The Freedom Kid took you down. Was that as embarassing as it sounds, I wonder?
Chaos, having finished his Chadweiser, crushes the can against his forehead and flings it back over his shoulder, catching a volunteer in the ear. He pops his next can.
Pierce: We’re going to be here at Patriot’s Point, just after the Fourth of July, with the crackle of the fireworks still fresh in our minds, and I’m going to be facing The Freedom Kid. There is a certain irony there, I suppose. Something dramatic that I would jump on in my former existence. The story almost writes itself. Of course, I’ve moved on from that. I’m something of a freedom kid myself. I’ve freed myself from the ugliness of pandering to the lowest common denominator. I freed UGWC from mediocrity last year with all my innovations as the Creative Director, and don’t think it has gone unnoticed that Cypress is just riding those coattails.
Chaos belches.
Pierce: The WrestleStock Open was my creation. It would be only fitting if I go on to win it now. Something of an entitlement, even. It would give me a respect of which I am already due. These upstarts from OWF think they can win it again. Jesse Williams wins it last year, doesn’t even have the basic decency to show up to defend it. Maybe Trent Steel thinks that is his opening after he came up short last year. So after you blew it at the Open, you went over to their side of the fence and entered their Bloodbath, or whatever they call it. I hear that’s coming up again. I’ll tell you what, if one of these fools manages to win the Open again this year, I’ll go join that damned Bloodbath myself.
Chaos snorts and takes a big chug.
Pierce: One of their representatives barely even works for them. A legacy wrestler, this Kem Dynamo. I’m sure you ran across her father while you were there. You know who I’d actually like to see in the finals? John Russo. We have history, he and I. Goes back to the LWF days. You want to talk about a guy that always fell short of his potential, John Russo is your man. Won the Lord of the Ring tournament. Held the Cross-Hemisphere Title a few times. Never seemed to make it to the top, despite having all the talent. We were Tag Team Champions together once, did you know that? Called ourselves the Young Guns. The only reason we lost those titles was because Russo decided he didn’t want to show up for a match. Literally. That’s all in the past now, I suppose. Water under the bridge. Seven years later, we should be able to put something like that behind us.
Chaos sniffs repeatedly with a puzzled expression and checks his beard for food. Disappointed, he takes a sip of his beer.
Pierce: You’re a phenomenal conversationalist, has anybody ever told you that? The chemistry here is overwhelming me. I imagine you’re going to go fuck about in that Bloodbath mess again this year. It’s almost a pity I won’t be going after I win the Open, I imagine we could have done some damage there.
Travis gestures back and forth between the two of them.
Pierce: Thanks for the pep talk. I appreciate it.
Chaos, having long since stopped paying attention, notices that Travis appears to be finished and after too long of a beat nods, smiles, and raises his beer before chugging it.
Travis shakes his head and walks away.
Pierce: Just the man I wanted to see!
Chaos glances around to ascertain who Travis may actually be talking to, and then shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip.
Pierce: As you obviously know, I’ve entered myself into the WrestleStock Open this year. It’s basically a bunch of OWFers this go round, so I figured you were the man to talk to. You know all about them, you have the experience and the track record of proven success.
Chaos realizes that he is actually the one Travis is talking to, and he considers what he just said and shrugs in agreement.
Pierce: Not the Open, obviously. You sucked in that. But you went over there afterwards and ran through their roster for a few months. I noticed, I paid attention, not like your buddy that coasts about with his faux-creativity these days.
Chaos glares at Travis and blows smoke in his direction, but given they are outside it dissipates long before it reaches Travis. Chaos frowns, shrugs, and takes another sip.
Pierce: I’m facing “The Freedom Kid” in my Open qualifier. It’s a stupid name, kind of like “The Cyclone” or “Crazy Opie.” Still, he’s the one that beat you, isn’t he? You and Meyhu held their tag titles, and The Freedom Kid took you down. Was that as embarassing as it sounds, I wonder?
Chaos, having finished his Chadweiser, crushes the can against his forehead and flings it back over his shoulder, catching a volunteer in the ear. He pops his next can.
Pierce: We’re going to be here at Patriot’s Point, just after the Fourth of July, with the crackle of the fireworks still fresh in our minds, and I’m going to be facing The Freedom Kid. There is a certain irony there, I suppose. Something dramatic that I would jump on in my former existence. The story almost writes itself. Of course, I’ve moved on from that. I’m something of a freedom kid myself. I’ve freed myself from the ugliness of pandering to the lowest common denominator. I freed UGWC from mediocrity last year with all my innovations as the Creative Director, and don’t think it has gone unnoticed that Cypress is just riding those coattails.
Chaos belches.
Pierce: The WrestleStock Open was my creation. It would be only fitting if I go on to win it now. Something of an entitlement, even. It would give me a respect of which I am already due. These upstarts from OWF think they can win it again. Jesse Williams wins it last year, doesn’t even have the basic decency to show up to defend it. Maybe Trent Steel thinks that is his opening after he came up short last year. So after you blew it at the Open, you went over to their side of the fence and entered their Bloodbath, or whatever they call it. I hear that’s coming up again. I’ll tell you what, if one of these fools manages to win the Open again this year, I’ll go join that damned Bloodbath myself.
Chaos snorts and takes a big chug.
Pierce: One of their representatives barely even works for them. A legacy wrestler, this Kem Dynamo. I’m sure you ran across her father while you were there. You know who I’d actually like to see in the finals? John Russo. We have history, he and I. Goes back to the LWF days. You want to talk about a guy that always fell short of his potential, John Russo is your man. Won the Lord of the Ring tournament. Held the Cross-Hemisphere Title a few times. Never seemed to make it to the top, despite having all the talent. We were Tag Team Champions together once, did you know that? Called ourselves the Young Guns. The only reason we lost those titles was because Russo decided he didn’t want to show up for a match. Literally. That’s all in the past now, I suppose. Water under the bridge. Seven years later, we should be able to put something like that behind us.
Chaos sniffs repeatedly with a puzzled expression and checks his beard for food. Disappointed, he takes a sip of his beer.
Pierce: You’re a phenomenal conversationalist, has anybody ever told you that? The chemistry here is overwhelming me. I imagine you’re going to go fuck about in that Bloodbath mess again this year. It’s almost a pity I won’t be going after I win the Open, I imagine we could have done some damage there.
Travis gestures back and forth between the two of them.
Pierce: Thanks for the pep talk. I appreciate it.
Chaos, having long since stopped paying attention, notices that Travis appears to be finished and after too long of a beat nods, smiles, and raises his beer before chugging it.
Travis shakes his head and walks away.
