Post by High Tide on Mar 13, 2015 19:59:29 GMT -5
It was a time of miracles, the newly confident High Tide thought to himself as he carried himself shoulders held high into a small cafe he had often walked by, but hadn't been able to afford ever since he had moved into the trailer. It had checkerboard floors, and housed less then ten small, two seater tables that looked like they had been there for at least twenty years if not longer. The place was clean however, and it did look pretty cool and besides, he had some money now.
He sat down at the table, and a young beard-hanger of a man was there to serve him. He scanned the menu quickly, decided there would be nothing better than a salami on rye with honey mustard, and a coke of course, and ushered the waiter away. He didn't want to be bothered about the soup of the day, or help this local charity in need. No after what he would consider the downright oddest match of his career, in which he had somehow shared a win, he deserved to celebrate.
The sponsor had been there, and had been impressed. He had met with them backstage after the show and was given a hefty cash advance, with only a signature and a promise that he'd film a couple commercials and talk at a couple booths in the next few years in exchange. It had been more than enough to buy his first piece of property, the trailer Trevor had offered him, and he still had a sizable amount left.
The sound of a glass breaking somewhere in the kitchen drew his attention back as he scanned the room, the walls lined with memorabilia of the seventies. Old records, posters, even the odd action figure or two, in the box still of course. His waiter returned, and Tide nodded politely to him and assured him once again that everything was fine and that he would be able to handle eating his meal on his own. Once the waiter left, he took a bite of the admittedly perfect looking sandwich, and it tasted just as good as it looked. It had just the right amount of balanced flavours, sweet, tangy, and spicy.
His mind however, slipped back into wrestling and quickly. He had an important match coming up at the pay per view, one that if he won could potentially up his sponsorship money, to say nothing of the respect he might earn in the locker room, which would make things admittedly easier. He was a realist though, and he knew winning it would be a long shot. Tyrone didn't scare him, he knew he could handle him on a good day anyways. However, Nathan Saniti was a whole different ballpark and Tide knew he could be a handful... on a good day.
Yet there was gold to be had, and if there was any time to bypass the rust pains and catapult himself into the top tier of PCW, it was now. It was a dream match. One man he felt comfortable handling in the ring and one who there was potential to beat, even if it was slim. Hell all he had to do was get Saniti out of the way, and he could always take his chances trying to lay the win over Crazy Boy. He had never held the International Championship before, and that was something he would be most happy to change.
The bearded waiter made another return and Tide used the last of his ever depleting reserves of politeness and told him that yes, he was quite fine and would actually be leaving soon. No, he did not need a debt card machine and no he did not want to buy one of the stores baked fresh daily cakes for the low low price of only twelve dollars. He quickly crammed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, washing it down with the rest of his cola before standing up. He pulled a twenty out of his wallet and put it in the middle of the table, before making a hasty exit. It was enough to cover the bill, he just didn't want to have to talk to the waiter for even another second.
Tide made his way home slowly. There was no rush. He had trained in the past week all he could possibly train in preparation for this match, and everything in his newfound entrepreneurial life was progressed as far as it could be. All he could do now was wait until he got in the ring with Saniti and Crazy Boy, and show them that the old pirate still had a few tricks left up his sleeve.
