Post by trouble on Jan 15, 2018 23:41:14 GMT -5
The cold wind whipped through her hair as though it was a driver on the wrong side of the road with no thought of the inconvenience it caused her. It sheared her ears with the briskness that only a cold January wind could do. Arica muttered to herself discontentedly, not impressed with the fact that she was out in this nasty weather. Yet he had asked her to meet him so she figured it must be important. After all, he was a quiet man, always in the background. “The Shadow of Fame” he had once called himself in the few conversations she had partaken in with him. She figured he was referring to his time on The Sea Men.
She picked up the pace, hoping that if she moved fast enough she could at least generate enough body heat to make the cold feel a little less... well cold. It didn't seem to be working as her long black boots crunched the snow audibly, even over all the sound created by the winter wind, and short of sprinting, she couldn't really go much faster.
She had pondered the reason for his meeting all day, and to be honest it made her nervous. A self proclaimed man of the background, going out of his way to initiate a meeting with her? Less knowledgeable minds might assume it was romantic interest or something of the sort, but even entertaining the idea caused her to laugh aloud. She liked to think she knew when a man was interested in her for the most part, and she was pretty certain Wasp didn't view her that way. No, this had something to do with PCW in some aspect or another, she just didn't know what. Or why he wanted to talk to her outside in such a random spot on top of that. She shook her head as she continued her quick pace to her destination.
It was not long before she neared her destination, her mind still fumbling with explanations and theories to this mad meeting. There it stood in all it's glory, the streetlight at the end of Oak Street. She saw what he meant now, not having realized Oak Street was a dead end. It stood tall, a gleaming metal behemoth with a miniature sun in it's glass protector like a relic from another time. All the other streetlights had partners, sitting directly across them on the other side of the road, but this one was all alone, a divorced, lonely, streetlight. It had a certain charm to it that she could appreciate more if it wasn't so damn cold out.
She saw a figure under the streetlight. Apparently he was early, earlier than her. She walked quickly down the sidewalk and across the snow covered grass, the crunching even louder now. She saw Wasp look up from his cellphone, and quickly slide it into his pocket. The man was insane, how the hell could anyone willingly not wear gloves outside in this weather?
“Wasp? You better have a hell of an explanation for why you just made me drag my ass out of my warm house and half an hour through this shitty weather to come talk to you,” she spoke surprised by seriousness in her tone. That was something she had to work on.
“I apologize, but the circumstances dictated it. You'll understand, and I won't keep you long because I know the weather is shitty,” he replied, his face seemed to drop at her reaction and that upset her a bit. She must of come off too hard. She smiled to ease the awkwardness.
“Sorry it's just cold, I don't really mind. I was just preparing for my match against Dominator. Truth be told the guy is wiping the floor with the competition, and I haven't been around long enough to hold any kind of name. I've done all I've can do. High Tide wasn't too happy with my last performance, told me I'll have to step up in this next match,” she spoke a sort of sadness lingering on the back of her words.
Wasp seemed to have a troubled look on his face, the kind of look someone gets when they have an internal tug of war. Finally after an awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity, he spoke again. “I know High Tide's not impressed, but I'm not sure what he wanted from you. He told you 'it wasn't time' or whatever the hell that meant. Take it from me, I've known him for ages. The man's unstable as hell and there's not much you can do except ride the waves. Excuse the pun. I don't always have to agree with him, and this time I don't. It's a damn Underground match, and he doesn't want to do anything about that. That's not how we achieve what we want. I'm going against Tide's orders this week, and I didn't want a trace of it left anywhere so he can't stop me. You're young and you're the face of us, let's be real. Just because High Tide is too engrossed in his own little drama in his head doesn't mean I'm going to get drawn into it. You've got my support out there,” Wasp spoke quickly but firmly.
Arica was shocked, not exactly sure what to say. “I....I... thank you! I don't know what to say honestly. I'm not afraid to take him on, it's just gonna be a hell of a uphill battle to take on Dominator, who quite literally is dominating the scene. Thank you though, I appreciate that,” she replied as heartfelt as she'd ever been before. She was touched at the thought. That was what a true team was supposed to be, not a cycle of manipulation and angry words.
“You're welcome. Now I don't know about you but I'm getting the hell out of here. My hands are getting numb. See you at your match Miss Trouble,” Wasp replied and with a wink he was gone faster than she would have given the aging wrestler credit for, leaving her there alone with her thoughts and one hell of a walk back home.
She picked up the pace, hoping that if she moved fast enough she could at least generate enough body heat to make the cold feel a little less... well cold. It didn't seem to be working as her long black boots crunched the snow audibly, even over all the sound created by the winter wind, and short of sprinting, she couldn't really go much faster.
She had pondered the reason for his meeting all day, and to be honest it made her nervous. A self proclaimed man of the background, going out of his way to initiate a meeting with her? Less knowledgeable minds might assume it was romantic interest or something of the sort, but even entertaining the idea caused her to laugh aloud. She liked to think she knew when a man was interested in her for the most part, and she was pretty certain Wasp didn't view her that way. No, this had something to do with PCW in some aspect or another, she just didn't know what. Or why he wanted to talk to her outside in such a random spot on top of that. She shook her head as she continued her quick pace to her destination.
It was not long before she neared her destination, her mind still fumbling with explanations and theories to this mad meeting. There it stood in all it's glory, the streetlight at the end of Oak Street. She saw what he meant now, not having realized Oak Street was a dead end. It stood tall, a gleaming metal behemoth with a miniature sun in it's glass protector like a relic from another time. All the other streetlights had partners, sitting directly across them on the other side of the road, but this one was all alone, a divorced, lonely, streetlight. It had a certain charm to it that she could appreciate more if it wasn't so damn cold out.
She saw a figure under the streetlight. Apparently he was early, earlier than her. She walked quickly down the sidewalk and across the snow covered grass, the crunching even louder now. She saw Wasp look up from his cellphone, and quickly slide it into his pocket. The man was insane, how the hell could anyone willingly not wear gloves outside in this weather?
“Wasp? You better have a hell of an explanation for why you just made me drag my ass out of my warm house and half an hour through this shitty weather to come talk to you,” she spoke surprised by seriousness in her tone. That was something she had to work on.
“I apologize, but the circumstances dictated it. You'll understand, and I won't keep you long because I know the weather is shitty,” he replied, his face seemed to drop at her reaction and that upset her a bit. She must of come off too hard. She smiled to ease the awkwardness.
“Sorry it's just cold, I don't really mind. I was just preparing for my match against Dominator. Truth be told the guy is wiping the floor with the competition, and I haven't been around long enough to hold any kind of name. I've done all I've can do. High Tide wasn't too happy with my last performance, told me I'll have to step up in this next match,” she spoke a sort of sadness lingering on the back of her words.
Wasp seemed to have a troubled look on his face, the kind of look someone gets when they have an internal tug of war. Finally after an awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity, he spoke again. “I know High Tide's not impressed, but I'm not sure what he wanted from you. He told you 'it wasn't time' or whatever the hell that meant. Take it from me, I've known him for ages. The man's unstable as hell and there's not much you can do except ride the waves. Excuse the pun. I don't always have to agree with him, and this time I don't. It's a damn Underground match, and he doesn't want to do anything about that. That's not how we achieve what we want. I'm going against Tide's orders this week, and I didn't want a trace of it left anywhere so he can't stop me. You're young and you're the face of us, let's be real. Just because High Tide is too engrossed in his own little drama in his head doesn't mean I'm going to get drawn into it. You've got my support out there,” Wasp spoke quickly but firmly.
Arica was shocked, not exactly sure what to say. “I....I... thank you! I don't know what to say honestly. I'm not afraid to take him on, it's just gonna be a hell of a uphill battle to take on Dominator, who quite literally is dominating the scene. Thank you though, I appreciate that,” she replied as heartfelt as she'd ever been before. She was touched at the thought. That was what a true team was supposed to be, not a cycle of manipulation and angry words.
“You're welcome. Now I don't know about you but I'm getting the hell out of here. My hands are getting numb. See you at your match Miss Trouble,” Wasp replied and with a wink he was gone faster than she would have given the aging wrestler credit for, leaving her there alone with her thoughts and one hell of a walk back home.