Post by High Tide on Nov 20, 2017 22:42:45 GMT -5
The time had come for the plan to be put forth.
I smiled to myself. Behind the scenes, with no one watching, everything had been going to plan. The many hours of blood, sweat and tears had gone unnoticed by all. After all, when you were as low on the totem pole as I was, a “semi-consistent veteran” with no real claim to fame, you didn't tend to be on anyone's radar long term. This suited me just fine. It was easier to put things into motion when I didn't have anyone breathing down my neck.
The arena was empty, as it generally was on days where nothing was happening, but I had easily broken in. Years of being around had taught me a thing or two. I knew which doors were sometimes left unlocked, I'd seen the security codes and which doors were the easiest to pick the locks on. Ah yes, for being a secure building, it wasn't quite that secure after all. It was safe to anyone who wasn't in and out of the place on a regular basis, but I assumed that even if I was seen on cameras, nothing would come of it. After all, I did work here, and it wasn't like I was planning on destroying anything.
No. Far from it. I took a deep, satisfying swig from my flask, one of the only times I could drink freely without scrutiny here. I replaced the flask in my inner jacket pocket, and climbed the apron. I stepped gingerly over the ropes, as there was no hurry. I had no opponent tonight, I had no one to impress. No one but myself. The man behind the pirate. The pirate himself. I chuckled thinking about it. How many people had watched me in this ring over the years and thought it was all just an act? I was all the more better off for it. I could carry on doing the things I did, and no one would be the wiser. It was kind of like how it worked in the ring, in PCW in general. If no one was keeping tabs on me, I could slip through the shadows all the more easily.
I stood in the center of the ring and looked out at where the fans would be sitting in a couple days time. Some might cheer for Dominator, who I had to admit was a better competitor than I was, at least in recent months. The man was as his name stated, dominating and that was no feat of luck, but of skill and strength. Some might cheer for my opponents, Tyler Scott and Hiroshi Yukio. The smallest percentage might cheer for me, the dirty, underhanded pirate and to be honest I was okay with that. Too big of a fan base and the light would shine on me. I didn't much care for the light, and I was a dark sort of man. And oh how I would reap the rewards. Some might cater, no, pander to the fans. Call me selfish but the only person I was catering to was myself. After all, who the hell else was looking out for me? No one.
I smiled as I scanned the empty ring. In a few days this place would become lively, exciting, the air full of energy. What a surprise it would be for all those assembled. Not so much that match, I had no fucking idea how that would go. I'd give it my all like every damn week, and with Dominator as my temporary partner for the week, there was a damn good shot we'd win it. The match was not what I was most excited for, no. There were big things happening around PCW, and I wanted to be a part of that. The excitement would be palpable, the air thick with tension and curiosity. I loved it, it reminded me of drinking. You damn well never knew where you'd end up.
I paused my scan of the ring, the empty seats, the bare minimum emergency lighting, the place that was for all accounts and purposes his home, for another swig of rum. This one was celebratory. Big things would happen soon, and like all big things, they would take time. Yet the plan was set in motion, like a ship's sails being blown by the wind skipping gently across the sea. Oh yes indeed I was happy. Maybe I had lost my match to Dominator and with that, my chance at gold. Yet it was okay. This was bigger than gold. Bigger than treasure. Bigger than glory even. This was power, pure unadulterated power, just waiting to be harnessed by my rum loving fingertips. Speaking of Rum, I took another swig, feeling that familiar liquid warm my throat.
It would not happen overnight, but the seeds would be put in place. Yes, High Tide the Pirate was now High Tide the Pirate Farmer, planting the seeds of destruction. They only had to be cared for and with time, they would blossom into glorious chaos blossoms.
I smiled to myself. Behind the scenes, with no one watching, everything had been going to plan. The many hours of blood, sweat and tears had gone unnoticed by all. After all, when you were as low on the totem pole as I was, a “semi-consistent veteran” with no real claim to fame, you didn't tend to be on anyone's radar long term. This suited me just fine. It was easier to put things into motion when I didn't have anyone breathing down my neck.
The arena was empty, as it generally was on days where nothing was happening, but I had easily broken in. Years of being around had taught me a thing or two. I knew which doors were sometimes left unlocked, I'd seen the security codes and which doors were the easiest to pick the locks on. Ah yes, for being a secure building, it wasn't quite that secure after all. It was safe to anyone who wasn't in and out of the place on a regular basis, but I assumed that even if I was seen on cameras, nothing would come of it. After all, I did work here, and it wasn't like I was planning on destroying anything.
No. Far from it. I took a deep, satisfying swig from my flask, one of the only times I could drink freely without scrutiny here. I replaced the flask in my inner jacket pocket, and climbed the apron. I stepped gingerly over the ropes, as there was no hurry. I had no opponent tonight, I had no one to impress. No one but myself. The man behind the pirate. The pirate himself. I chuckled thinking about it. How many people had watched me in this ring over the years and thought it was all just an act? I was all the more better off for it. I could carry on doing the things I did, and no one would be the wiser. It was kind of like how it worked in the ring, in PCW in general. If no one was keeping tabs on me, I could slip through the shadows all the more easily.
I stood in the center of the ring and looked out at where the fans would be sitting in a couple days time. Some might cheer for Dominator, who I had to admit was a better competitor than I was, at least in recent months. The man was as his name stated, dominating and that was no feat of luck, but of skill and strength. Some might cheer for my opponents, Tyler Scott and Hiroshi Yukio. The smallest percentage might cheer for me, the dirty, underhanded pirate and to be honest I was okay with that. Too big of a fan base and the light would shine on me. I didn't much care for the light, and I was a dark sort of man. And oh how I would reap the rewards. Some might cater, no, pander to the fans. Call me selfish but the only person I was catering to was myself. After all, who the hell else was looking out for me? No one.
I smiled as I scanned the empty ring. In a few days this place would become lively, exciting, the air full of energy. What a surprise it would be for all those assembled. Not so much that match, I had no fucking idea how that would go. I'd give it my all like every damn week, and with Dominator as my temporary partner for the week, there was a damn good shot we'd win it. The match was not what I was most excited for, no. There were big things happening around PCW, and I wanted to be a part of that. The excitement would be palpable, the air thick with tension and curiosity. I loved it, it reminded me of drinking. You damn well never knew where you'd end up.
I paused my scan of the ring, the empty seats, the bare minimum emergency lighting, the place that was for all accounts and purposes his home, for another swig of rum. This one was celebratory. Big things would happen soon, and like all big things, they would take time. Yet the plan was set in motion, like a ship's sails being blown by the wind skipping gently across the sea. Oh yes indeed I was happy. Maybe I had lost my match to Dominator and with that, my chance at gold. Yet it was okay. This was bigger than gold. Bigger than treasure. Bigger than glory even. This was power, pure unadulterated power, just waiting to be harnessed by my rum loving fingertips. Speaking of Rum, I took another swig, feeling that familiar liquid warm my throat.
It would not happen overnight, but the seeds would be put in place. Yes, High Tide the Pirate was now High Tide the Pirate Farmer, planting the seeds of destruction. They only had to be cared for and with time, they would blossom into glorious chaos blossoms.