Post by Wasp on Feb 12, 2018 14:40:54 GMT -5
It had been a weird couple of weeks to say the least.
When High Tide had approached him with the proposal that they should group up with Trouble in an attempt to restore some “PCW Order”, Wasp had questioned it heavily. Did the three of them have the strength and power to accomplish anything? They certainly had the years around PCW so the experience was worth something. Why Trouble? He had asked his long time wrestling partner this many times in the early couple days as the two had debated the issue. What did Trouble offer that someone else didn't?
He pulled open the door to the dry cleaners, somewhere he hadn't been in quite awhile. It wasn't as though he was exactly the most active PCW wrestler, he had been on a little hiatus for awhile. (He guessed the need for mediocre older wrestlers was at an all time low, but then hadn't he always considered himself mediocre?) It wasn't as though he was making public appearances and he had people that ran his gym for him, so he almost never had to show up anywhere. The joys of the internet.
Yet this was important. The Day of Enlightenment was almost upon PCW, a day they would remember for a very long time. As he stepped in from the harsh, brisk wind into the warmth of the dry cleaner he smiled. They had planned to enlighten the people of PCW, the wrestlers and the staff, the fans and the haters, all with no discrimination on the next Trauma, but it simply wasn't the best time. Besides their match against The King of the Great Apes and The Misfit Monkeys, Razor Blade well... Razor Blade worked on Razor Blade time. Alterations had to be accounted for when making any plans, and this was one of those. Oh well. It was all the better for them to focus on the match where they could really cement just how much of a threat they were, than to worry about the grand reveal.
Why the dry cleaners then? He walked up to the man behind the counter, who smiled at him and nodded as though he just wasn't a big talker. Well that was simple enough. Just because the grand reveal wasn't planned for the next Trauma didn't mean that they didn't have anything to say. It was time to start being taken seriously, and what better a way than to dress the part? The dry cleaner attendant disappeared for a moment, before coming back with Wasp's newly cleaned suit. Wasp smiled back at the man before handing him a couple twenties. He took the fresh suit from him and winked at the man who attempted to offer him his change. Wasp shook his head, smiling once more before nodding and turning to walk out the door.
It wasn't as though they couldn't be taken seriously without the suit, that was far from the issue. Yet High Tide, the man he had never seen not in his pirate coat no matter the weather outside of the ring, had insisted they dress the part. It was an odd request to be sure but one that Wasp totally understood. There was a lot of people right now, groups to be specific making power plays and because of that, any little extra touches that would linger in people's minds would be helpful.
He wasn't too worried about The Great King of the Apes, aka Dominator, particularily much. True the man was on an absolute rampage through the Underground circuit and he could respect that. Yet as they had shown in the not too distant past, he was far from invincible. With their main man Razor Blade the four of them were a force to be reckoned with. The Misfit Monkeys, also known as Stormm and Johnny Matthews were veterans of this buisiness, but an up and coming force themselves. This would be the match in which they would make their impact on PCW known. What they had done to Dominator would seem like nothing compared to when the three of them stepped into the ring against the aforementioned and really cemented home the idea that this wasn't some sort of silly attempt to muscle their way to a title, or an uncontrolled spree of violence.
No. It was so much more than that. This was a mental awakening the world hadn't seen since the Age of Enlightenment. They would find out soon and unlike all the crazy people and the cultists and the bullies of PCW present and past, there was no obligation to be awakened. Energy put into people who didn't want to see this way of thinking, this PCW Order, was a waste of energy. They would either be left behind in the dust and ashes of a burnt out PCW of the past, ideals and methods that would be considered barbaric, or they would be steamrolled over as they paved the road to the new and improved PCW.
As he pushed the door open and stepped out into that cold, cold wind, he wondered what they would think when they first heard the words PCW Order. Would any of them understand on the spot? He highly doubted it, even the three of them hadn't quite understood it at first. High Tide had stumbled upon it, this glorious way of life, this line of thinking, and Wasp had helped him refine his understanding once he too had been awakened.
And what exactly was PCW Order?
That was just something they would have to find out.
Wouldn't they?
When High Tide had approached him with the proposal that they should group up with Trouble in an attempt to restore some “PCW Order”, Wasp had questioned it heavily. Did the three of them have the strength and power to accomplish anything? They certainly had the years around PCW so the experience was worth something. Why Trouble? He had asked his long time wrestling partner this many times in the early couple days as the two had debated the issue. What did Trouble offer that someone else didn't?
He pulled open the door to the dry cleaners, somewhere he hadn't been in quite awhile. It wasn't as though he was exactly the most active PCW wrestler, he had been on a little hiatus for awhile. (He guessed the need for mediocre older wrestlers was at an all time low, but then hadn't he always considered himself mediocre?) It wasn't as though he was making public appearances and he had people that ran his gym for him, so he almost never had to show up anywhere. The joys of the internet.
Yet this was important. The Day of Enlightenment was almost upon PCW, a day they would remember for a very long time. As he stepped in from the harsh, brisk wind into the warmth of the dry cleaner he smiled. They had planned to enlighten the people of PCW, the wrestlers and the staff, the fans and the haters, all with no discrimination on the next Trauma, but it simply wasn't the best time. Besides their match against The King of the Great Apes and The Misfit Monkeys, Razor Blade well... Razor Blade worked on Razor Blade time. Alterations had to be accounted for when making any plans, and this was one of those. Oh well. It was all the better for them to focus on the match where they could really cement just how much of a threat they were, than to worry about the grand reveal.
Why the dry cleaners then? He walked up to the man behind the counter, who smiled at him and nodded as though he just wasn't a big talker. Well that was simple enough. Just because the grand reveal wasn't planned for the next Trauma didn't mean that they didn't have anything to say. It was time to start being taken seriously, and what better a way than to dress the part? The dry cleaner attendant disappeared for a moment, before coming back with Wasp's newly cleaned suit. Wasp smiled back at the man before handing him a couple twenties. He took the fresh suit from him and winked at the man who attempted to offer him his change. Wasp shook his head, smiling once more before nodding and turning to walk out the door.
It wasn't as though they couldn't be taken seriously without the suit, that was far from the issue. Yet High Tide, the man he had never seen not in his pirate coat no matter the weather outside of the ring, had insisted they dress the part. It was an odd request to be sure but one that Wasp totally understood. There was a lot of people right now, groups to be specific making power plays and because of that, any little extra touches that would linger in people's minds would be helpful.
He wasn't too worried about The Great King of the Apes, aka Dominator, particularily much. True the man was on an absolute rampage through the Underground circuit and he could respect that. Yet as they had shown in the not too distant past, he was far from invincible. With their main man Razor Blade the four of them were a force to be reckoned with. The Misfit Monkeys, also known as Stormm and Johnny Matthews were veterans of this buisiness, but an up and coming force themselves. This would be the match in which they would make their impact on PCW known. What they had done to Dominator would seem like nothing compared to when the three of them stepped into the ring against the aforementioned and really cemented home the idea that this wasn't some sort of silly attempt to muscle their way to a title, or an uncontrolled spree of violence.
No. It was so much more than that. This was a mental awakening the world hadn't seen since the Age of Enlightenment. They would find out soon and unlike all the crazy people and the cultists and the bullies of PCW present and past, there was no obligation to be awakened. Energy put into people who didn't want to see this way of thinking, this PCW Order, was a waste of energy. They would either be left behind in the dust and ashes of a burnt out PCW of the past, ideals and methods that would be considered barbaric, or they would be steamrolled over as they paved the road to the new and improved PCW.
As he pushed the door open and stepped out into that cold, cold wind, he wondered what they would think when they first heard the words PCW Order. Would any of them understand on the spot? He highly doubted it, even the three of them hadn't quite understood it at first. High Tide had stumbled upon it, this glorious way of life, this line of thinking, and Wasp had helped him refine his understanding once he too had been awakened.
And what exactly was PCW Order?
That was just something they would have to find out.
Wouldn't they?
