Post by Wasp on Oct 16, 2015 21:48:41 GMT -5
“She drops a bomb on me like that, and no letter, and I'm supposed to be calm? You're a pirate, where's the call to action?” a flustered Jule Martins spoke with uncharacteristic rage in his voice. He was the calm, cool and collected half of the Sea Men, but it appears as though the roles had swapped today. As it was, Tide was having difficulty dragging Wasp out of the post office by his arms.
“Mate, I'm going to tell you this once. You're linked with me, you can't be just walking into post offices and literally destroying packages, like you're magically going to find a letter in a pile of thousands. Shouldn't you be happy? After all you're the champ now,” the inebriated pirate spoke slowly, trying to calm the man down but it was a task he was ill suited to.
“Happy? Sure I won the Underground Title, but Tide, I have a son out there somewhere and a woman who is taunting me! She PROMISED she'd send the letter!” Wasp spoke so quickly spittle flew from his lips, thankfully for Tide not on him, as he was still pulling his partner away from the post office as fast as he could. Wasp wasn't making it easy for him, fighting tooth and nail to turn back and storm the post office again, but Tide had learned a thing or two about keeping people tied up, both in wrestling and on the high seas.
“My inexperienced friend, let me tell you how you can turn this minor inconvenience into a great thing,” Tide spoke again, but only after he had dragged Wasp a few blocks down the sidewalk, and deposited him on to a bench. It had took only one “move and I'll fuck you up” look to keep the less agitated man on the bench.
“You see, while you're worry about a letter that probably just got lost in the mail, you should be turning your anger into something productive. Do you think Hiroshi Yukio is training against cardboard boxes and envelopes? The guy is clearly training on Big Macs and Triple Thick Chocolate Milkshakes, but I digress. No, my friend, he has a shot for a title and you know the man is going to parade his “honor” all over the ring. You're going to be angry until you get the damn letter, and I'm going to be angry if you lose this match. We're not giving up our gold just like that Wasp, and you know better. How about you take some of that anger you have pent up and unleash it on Yugioh or whatever his name was, and I'll send some of my contacts out, feelers as it were, and find out where this Sarah person is,” the pirate spoke with a tone toeing the line between respect and disrespect, as only he could.
Wasp shook his head. “It's no good. Fuck the mailman. That's who I want to face in that ring. The mailman. Not Hiroshi Yuk... ouch!” he started but Tide quickly derailed that train of thought with a swift yet vicious open palmed slap across the face.
“That's enough of that talk Wasp. I was the one who got you into PCW, and look at all the good it's done for you. I was the one who had your back when things were low. I still have your back, and we have been in much deeper depths than this. You're going to go into that ring, you're going to lay a beat down on Hiroshi Yukio, and show the rest of those who are sniffing for a chance at our gold that you mean business. The man you're facing knows only how to fight with honor from what I've heard. Wasp, think about it. The man is going to fight with HONOR. Do you know how stacked the cards are against him. You're one half of the most underhanded, dishonorable, downright nasty tag teams in PCW. In an underground rules match. All you have to do is go out there and beat his ass with every dirty, slimy trick in the book. Make a few new ones up for all I care, but it's not a hard job to get done,” High Tide spoke his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument and somehow the usually unorganized pirate had broken through to him.
“You're right. This is my home field advantage. Besides at this point I don't care who I lay my hands on as long as it's someone, and soon. However you better follow through on your promise and find Sarah for me, or else I'm going to pull every dirty, underhanded, dishonorable trick on you, and not in the ring,” Wasp replied his anger starting to rise again as he mentioned the name of the woman who had been tormenting his dreams the last week.
Tide smiled at him. “Yes there you go, let that anger flow back into you. There is no way you can lose this match, and besides the powers that be decided to give me the night off, so you know I'll be close at hand should anything go not according to plan,” Tide chuckled.
Wasp hadn't thought about that, but couldn't help but grin an angry, almost sadistic grin in response. “You know, I think things are looking up Captain, and I think we'll make an example out of Hiroshi Yukio after all.”
“Mate, I'm going to tell you this once. You're linked with me, you can't be just walking into post offices and literally destroying packages, like you're magically going to find a letter in a pile of thousands. Shouldn't you be happy? After all you're the champ now,” the inebriated pirate spoke slowly, trying to calm the man down but it was a task he was ill suited to.
“Happy? Sure I won the Underground Title, but Tide, I have a son out there somewhere and a woman who is taunting me! She PROMISED she'd send the letter!” Wasp spoke so quickly spittle flew from his lips, thankfully for Tide not on him, as he was still pulling his partner away from the post office as fast as he could. Wasp wasn't making it easy for him, fighting tooth and nail to turn back and storm the post office again, but Tide had learned a thing or two about keeping people tied up, both in wrestling and on the high seas.
“My inexperienced friend, let me tell you how you can turn this minor inconvenience into a great thing,” Tide spoke again, but only after he had dragged Wasp a few blocks down the sidewalk, and deposited him on to a bench. It had took only one “move and I'll fuck you up” look to keep the less agitated man on the bench.
“You see, while you're worry about a letter that probably just got lost in the mail, you should be turning your anger into something productive. Do you think Hiroshi Yukio is training against cardboard boxes and envelopes? The guy is clearly training on Big Macs and Triple Thick Chocolate Milkshakes, but I digress. No, my friend, he has a shot for a title and you know the man is going to parade his “honor” all over the ring. You're going to be angry until you get the damn letter, and I'm going to be angry if you lose this match. We're not giving up our gold just like that Wasp, and you know better. How about you take some of that anger you have pent up and unleash it on Yugioh or whatever his name was, and I'll send some of my contacts out, feelers as it were, and find out where this Sarah person is,” the pirate spoke with a tone toeing the line between respect and disrespect, as only he could.
Wasp shook his head. “It's no good. Fuck the mailman. That's who I want to face in that ring. The mailman. Not Hiroshi Yuk... ouch!” he started but Tide quickly derailed that train of thought with a swift yet vicious open palmed slap across the face.
“That's enough of that talk Wasp. I was the one who got you into PCW, and look at all the good it's done for you. I was the one who had your back when things were low. I still have your back, and we have been in much deeper depths than this. You're going to go into that ring, you're going to lay a beat down on Hiroshi Yukio, and show the rest of those who are sniffing for a chance at our gold that you mean business. The man you're facing knows only how to fight with honor from what I've heard. Wasp, think about it. The man is going to fight with HONOR. Do you know how stacked the cards are against him. You're one half of the most underhanded, dishonorable, downright nasty tag teams in PCW. In an underground rules match. All you have to do is go out there and beat his ass with every dirty, slimy trick in the book. Make a few new ones up for all I care, but it's not a hard job to get done,” High Tide spoke his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument and somehow the usually unorganized pirate had broken through to him.
“You're right. This is my home field advantage. Besides at this point I don't care who I lay my hands on as long as it's someone, and soon. However you better follow through on your promise and find Sarah for me, or else I'm going to pull every dirty, underhanded, dishonorable trick on you, and not in the ring,” Wasp replied his anger starting to rise again as he mentioned the name of the woman who had been tormenting his dreams the last week.
Tide smiled at him. “Yes there you go, let that anger flow back into you. There is no way you can lose this match, and besides the powers that be decided to give me the night off, so you know I'll be close at hand should anything go not according to plan,” Tide chuckled.
Wasp hadn't thought about that, but couldn't help but grin an angry, almost sadistic grin in response. “You know, I think things are looking up Captain, and I think we'll make an example out of Hiroshi Yukio after all.”
