Post by High Tide on May 22, 2015 20:43:40 GMT -5
It was just too good to be true, as if someone had dropped a tantalizingly beautiful, yet booby trapped gold nugget right in his lap. High Tide had little to go off of, not knowing much about the mysterious man named Buck Brochamp, but for once he had spotted an ally from a mile away. The winds of change were blowing in, and there was one pirate ready to capitalize. It all started here.
Here in the dank, musky bar called Luck of the Draw, a rather suspicious name for a drinking establishment, was where it would all start. Former aspirations of glory and grandeur came sweeping in faster than the almost bearded lady that worked her way over to serve him with all the grace of an elephant with six left feet. “What can I get for ya tonight, sweetcheeks,” the raspy voiced woman growled and for a fleeting moment Tide thought this might be her best impression of sexy.
“Two beers and mind ye keep the hair out of them,” Tide quipped without meaning to, but thankfully the waitress' mind was as thick as the layer of dust on his table and she took no notice.
“Certainly, it won't be too long,” and with that she was off prancing the evergreen forest that was the floor, if mould was your thing. Tide smiled, knowing that it had been stupid all along to start his little sober experiment as he liked to think about it. He probably didn't even need the second beer, but after all, he was a damn pirate and he'd drink if he felt like it!
The waitress came back with his beers rather quickly, and Tide reached into his pocket and threw a large amount of small change in her general direction. “Keep the change,” he smiled as he threw this quip out, this time intended. He really didn't care and no sooner did the glorious bottle hit his lips, than the thrill and excitement of the big time came back to him. Holy shit, he needed to be at the pay per view in an hour, and here he was drinking beers. Oh well, he thought to himself, I probably got another fifteen minutes before I have to leave anyways. More beer, never fear.
As the second bottle of the amber liquid of the gods joined the first in the pickled pits of the pirate's pancreas, he pondered the pay per view. A ladder match at Living a Legacy, with only one person who had his back, against 7 others. High Tide and Buck Brochamp, what a story it would make, if he didn't get too drunk to compete that was. He checked his pockets. Yep, he had gum, he would be alright, no one would suspect a thing. If the chance presented itself, maybe he would even let the newcomer, so full of spunk and fiery attitude reach high into the sky and grab the PCW Underground Championship. Wouldn't that be a sight? High Tide, the selfish pirate, lifting his Brochamp In Arms to victory?
The second beer was not enough and so he ordered a quick third and fourth. He still had ten minutes until he had to leave anyhow and each beer just seemed to be getting better and better, just like his thoughts. Imagine Buck Brochamp, the Underground Champion, allied with him. A powerful ally, born with the name CHAMP right in his name. It was almost like it was his divine destiny to reach up into the heavens and grasp down what was rightfully his. Yes if the chance presented itself, he would do just that, and if not, well he had no doubt the likes of HighChamp BroTide would wreak havoc amongst the competitors. Maybe he, the pirate, would hoist gold once again?
He idly ran his right index finger through the dust on the table, leaving swirling, looping, caterpillar like patterns behind. He had almost forgotten about the added stipulation of Alexa Blacks impending suspension, should anyone but her walk out without the title. A steadfast “hater” of the man of steel that was Buck Brochamp, High Tide's newest ally, he could only imagine how sweet it would feel if either of the two men walked out of their with the title held high in the sky, while Alexa Black just plain walked out. LIGHT would probably try to defend it with everything he had, but with Brochamp on his side, he really wasn't too scared. Maybe Crazy Boy, the unpredictable veteran he was might throw a stitch or two in the plans, but if he didn't want to go Loco, then it would be smart if he just stayed out of the way.
Beer four was downed quickly, washing away his anxities and fears. This would be the match to end all matches, to fly along the ocean breeze and steal the spotlight. High Tide and Buck Brochamp, it would be a night of Champ gone champ, but first, he really needed to get a number for a taxi, so he wouldn't be late to the match.
Here in the dank, musky bar called Luck of the Draw, a rather suspicious name for a drinking establishment, was where it would all start. Former aspirations of glory and grandeur came sweeping in faster than the almost bearded lady that worked her way over to serve him with all the grace of an elephant with six left feet. “What can I get for ya tonight, sweetcheeks,” the raspy voiced woman growled and for a fleeting moment Tide thought this might be her best impression of sexy.
“Two beers and mind ye keep the hair out of them,” Tide quipped without meaning to, but thankfully the waitress' mind was as thick as the layer of dust on his table and she took no notice.
“Certainly, it won't be too long,” and with that she was off prancing the evergreen forest that was the floor, if mould was your thing. Tide smiled, knowing that it had been stupid all along to start his little sober experiment as he liked to think about it. He probably didn't even need the second beer, but after all, he was a damn pirate and he'd drink if he felt like it!
The waitress came back with his beers rather quickly, and Tide reached into his pocket and threw a large amount of small change in her general direction. “Keep the change,” he smiled as he threw this quip out, this time intended. He really didn't care and no sooner did the glorious bottle hit his lips, than the thrill and excitement of the big time came back to him. Holy shit, he needed to be at the pay per view in an hour, and here he was drinking beers. Oh well, he thought to himself, I probably got another fifteen minutes before I have to leave anyways. More beer, never fear.
As the second bottle of the amber liquid of the gods joined the first in the pickled pits of the pirate's pancreas, he pondered the pay per view. A ladder match at Living a Legacy, with only one person who had his back, against 7 others. High Tide and Buck Brochamp, what a story it would make, if he didn't get too drunk to compete that was. He checked his pockets. Yep, he had gum, he would be alright, no one would suspect a thing. If the chance presented itself, maybe he would even let the newcomer, so full of spunk and fiery attitude reach high into the sky and grab the PCW Underground Championship. Wouldn't that be a sight? High Tide, the selfish pirate, lifting his Brochamp In Arms to victory?
The second beer was not enough and so he ordered a quick third and fourth. He still had ten minutes until he had to leave anyhow and each beer just seemed to be getting better and better, just like his thoughts. Imagine Buck Brochamp, the Underground Champion, allied with him. A powerful ally, born with the name CHAMP right in his name. It was almost like it was his divine destiny to reach up into the heavens and grasp down what was rightfully his. Yes if the chance presented itself, he would do just that, and if not, well he had no doubt the likes of HighChamp BroTide would wreak havoc amongst the competitors. Maybe he, the pirate, would hoist gold once again?
He idly ran his right index finger through the dust on the table, leaving swirling, looping, caterpillar like patterns behind. He had almost forgotten about the added stipulation of Alexa Blacks impending suspension, should anyone but her walk out without the title. A steadfast “hater” of the man of steel that was Buck Brochamp, High Tide's newest ally, he could only imagine how sweet it would feel if either of the two men walked out of their with the title held high in the sky, while Alexa Black just plain walked out. LIGHT would probably try to defend it with everything he had, but with Brochamp on his side, he really wasn't too scared. Maybe Crazy Boy, the unpredictable veteran he was might throw a stitch or two in the plans, but if he didn't want to go Loco, then it would be smart if he just stayed out of the way.
Beer four was downed quickly, washing away his anxities and fears. This would be the match to end all matches, to fly along the ocean breeze and steal the spotlight. High Tide and Buck Brochamp, it would be a night of Champ gone champ, but first, he really needed to get a number for a taxi, so he wouldn't be late to the match.