Post by High Tide on Apr 10, 2015 14:48:17 GMT -5
“You sure you want to do this old pal? You've never been the promo type, why now?” a familiar sounding voice questioned High Tide from the opposite side of a video camera. The voice was familiar because it belonged to none other than High Tide's former tag team partner, and best friend, Jule “Wasp” Martins.
“Jule my friend, I don't know if you've been keeping up with PCW since you've been on your little hiatus, but some asshole named Kristoff Michaelson think's he is going to make a victim of me because he is a “Messiah” and he knows the truth and he'll beat the fuck out of people to get his way, blah blah blah,” Tide replied, actually laughing as he spoke. Was this Kristoff guy dense? If he was going to be scared of any “Messiah” it would have been Usali of the old days. The Ascension was terrifying, this guy was just a joke.
“So pretty much he is the equivalent of ISIS?” Wasp snickered.
“ISIS if they were armed with tee ball bats.”
Thursday April 9th, 2015
4:55pm
Recording Started
The camera is focused on Tide, but you can see an open field behind him. There is no noticeable land marks, just Tide, the open field, and blue skies as far as the eye can see.
“Greetings PCW fans and my fellow wrestlers. You must be pinching yourself by now, but I assure you this really is a High Tide promo. Hell has frozen over, pigs have sprouted wings and flown away. First off I want to say thank you to the fans who have stuck with me over the years. Though they may be few and far between, I appreciate it nonetheless. However, this is not what my promo is about.”
The camera pans, no longer focusing on High Tide but the open field behind him. Eventually after a few moment, the camera focuses back on him.
“You see this open field? What's in it? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So why should I choose to shoot one of my rare promos in this field you ask? It has a mean that's why. NOTHING is the merit I give to anything Kristoff Michaelson has said. You see, the man talks a lot of shit for someone who ONLY CAPITALIZED on what Alexa Black started. Sure, I could get my friend Wasp to clock Kristoff with a chair or something and then make it seem like it was all me as I “enact punishment on my first victim". Pathetic, honestly pathetic.”
Suddenly the camera goes black. Voices can be heard arguing and someone is clearly attempting to fix the camera as static is all that is heard otherwise. Tide can be heard yelling “Hit the record button again” right before the video feed becomes live again.
“Right, as I was saying. Kristoff, Kristoff, Kristoff. Do you think you are the first man who has stood toe to toe with me and claimed to be some prophet, or messiah, or whatever bullshit you are claiming to be? Do you think you are the first man to take credit for annihilating me after someone else did the dirty work? No, you are far from it, and far from terrifying. But the PCW management decided to put us in a match together, where you don't get someone to do your dirty work for you. Oh no, it's me and you, buddy, and unless you bring someone and a ring bell again, it's not going to end the same way. Oh no.”
Tide stops, and reaches into his pocket, where he pulls out... A FLASK!? He takes a sip of an undetermined liquid, and sighs deeply. Putting the flask away, he brushes a stray strand of hair that the gentle breeze has draped across his face away, before speaking again.
“You want me to accept you as the “Messiah”? Not going to happen so deal with it. You are so overconfident that you think you are just going to crush me as easily as you did when I had already been clonked with a ring bell? Please, keep being overconfident because I have a little secret for you. I'm not in the ring to win this week. Sponsors and money be damned. No, Kristoff you've got me pissed off, disrespecting me, a PCW Veteran like that. This week I'm stepping in that ring to kick your ass, and the asses of anyone else who gets in my way or is likewise associated with your little sham. Just remember that next week you'll actually need your bitch to talk for you in your promos, because unless that security team magically gets faster this week, there isn't going to be anyone to stop me from breaking your jaw. You see, I actually do my own dirty work, unlike you, whose so far in the last week had two women do it for you. But you know what they say, a man with bluster in the mouth, is overcompensating. I think you're overcompensating for your skill with your mouth, and we're going to put that theory to the test. See you in the ring “Messiah”.
As the camera fades to black the last image of Tide that can be seen is him with an evil, maniacal grin on his face, one uncomfortable reminiscent of his alcohol days.
End of Recording
