Post by High Tide on Feb 25, 2020 23:31:46 GMT -5
“That's all the time I have for questions today. Thank you for coming out, and keep an eye out for me on PCW's Mass Destruction X!”
High Tide quickly made his way through a large crowd of people, some moving to make room for him to pass, while others patted him on the back, excited for their chance to be so close to a celebrity, no matter how minor of one. He was used to crowds, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy so many people pressing around him so closely. Still he had an image to maintain and no matter how many people were slow to move out of his way, he refrained from giving them a good ol' shove off the gangplank. He was an important man, with important things to do.
He clutched his coat against the cold as he exited the shopping mall. It wasn't normal for him to do press conferences, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he certainly couldn't say no to a little cash. The questions had been easy enough. Why did you return? Why were Wasp and Trouble around at the last two shows? Did he think he would make the winning pin at Mass Destruction? Very simple questions; it was almost free money. Money was something he wasn't going to shake a stick at, with the rum flavoured mouthwash running into more obstacles than had been previously expected.
He took a moment to appreciate how the light snow fell hurriedly and made a beautiful silhouette against the streetlights, after all it was past six and the lights were on. That same snow accumulated under his boots and let forth a satisfying crunch as he tread upon previously undisturbed sections of it.
The little conference had left his mind on the topic of his upcoming match. If he and Jason Willard could pick up a victory over Rick Majors and Crazy Boy, it would be a well needed one for him. Hell, maybe he could even score the pin, though that didn't matter to him nearly as much. Sure he'd love to take that Underground Crown, but there were bigger plans at plays, one's that meant a whole hell of a lot more than just a crown. A tough thing for a pirate to admit, but the truth nonetheless.
He turned down a couple side streets, more undisturbed snow, like background music it helped keep his thoughts steady. PCW didn't know it yet, but Mass Destruction was about to be their most aptly named show of all time. Too many weeks of planning had gone into this, and he was going to see it through, no matter the cost. This was the dawn of a new era in PCW and High Tide welcomed it. Things were not as they were when he had taken his hiatus, and change was due. Change was the one thing that couldn't be avoided in life, and he welcomed it with open arms.
He smiled to himself as he made his way to his little shack. Oh yes, gone were the days of High Tide, the man on his back pinned for three seconds, gone were the days of High Tide the man being submitted and tapping out. Mass Destruction. That was what PCW wanted? Mass Destruction.
Then they would have their Mass Destruction. It would take some time for them to realize they could have it, but they wouldn't be able to eat it too.
High Tide quickly made his way through a large crowd of people, some moving to make room for him to pass, while others patted him on the back, excited for their chance to be so close to a celebrity, no matter how minor of one. He was used to crowds, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy so many people pressing around him so closely. Still he had an image to maintain and no matter how many people were slow to move out of his way, he refrained from giving them a good ol' shove off the gangplank. He was an important man, with important things to do.
He clutched his coat against the cold as he exited the shopping mall. It wasn't normal for him to do press conferences, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he certainly couldn't say no to a little cash. The questions had been easy enough. Why did you return? Why were Wasp and Trouble around at the last two shows? Did he think he would make the winning pin at Mass Destruction? Very simple questions; it was almost free money. Money was something he wasn't going to shake a stick at, with the rum flavoured mouthwash running into more obstacles than had been previously expected.
He took a moment to appreciate how the light snow fell hurriedly and made a beautiful silhouette against the streetlights, after all it was past six and the lights were on. That same snow accumulated under his boots and let forth a satisfying crunch as he tread upon previously undisturbed sections of it.
The little conference had left his mind on the topic of his upcoming match. If he and Jason Willard could pick up a victory over Rick Majors and Crazy Boy, it would be a well needed one for him. Hell, maybe he could even score the pin, though that didn't matter to him nearly as much. Sure he'd love to take that Underground Crown, but there were bigger plans at plays, one's that meant a whole hell of a lot more than just a crown. A tough thing for a pirate to admit, but the truth nonetheless.
He turned down a couple side streets, more undisturbed snow, like background music it helped keep his thoughts steady. PCW didn't know it yet, but Mass Destruction was about to be their most aptly named show of all time. Too many weeks of planning had gone into this, and he was going to see it through, no matter the cost. This was the dawn of a new era in PCW and High Tide welcomed it. Things were not as they were when he had taken his hiatus, and change was due. Change was the one thing that couldn't be avoided in life, and he welcomed it with open arms.
He smiled to himself as he made his way to his little shack. Oh yes, gone were the days of High Tide, the man on his back pinned for three seconds, gone were the days of High Tide the man being submitted and tapping out. Mass Destruction. That was what PCW wanted? Mass Destruction.
Then they would have their Mass Destruction. It would take some time for them to realize they could have it, but they wouldn't be able to eat it too.
