Post by William Saint on Jun 10, 2016 5:54:01 GMT
The Pure Arena crowd cheered with gusto as the Pure Amusement Wrestling owner, Lady Munin, was carefully moved up the rampway on a gurney by the EMTs. They were followed closely behind by Tapioca Joe, Jonathan Alexander, and William Saint. Though they were battered and bruised, the “PAW Patrol” still reached out and slapped the extended hands of the PAW fans as they passed. Once making their way backstage the three let out a collective sigh.
Saint: I’m...I’m sorry, guys.
The near seven footer hung his head low. Jonathan patted the massive man on the back.
JA: We all knew what we were getting ourselves into, Lady Munin included. We all knew that something like that was possible. It’s not your fault it’s theirs.
Tap: Jonboy, is right, William. We all knew how this could go.
Saint: Yes, but I could have...should have done so much more. Look at me! I’m a monster amongst men. There should have been no one we should have been dominated in such a way. And now look what has happened Lady Munin. It’s all because of me.
JA: How many men stood around that ring William? Eventually that numbers game would have caught up to you. You’re a monster and a beast but you’re not God. That was a joint effort so if blame gets put on anyone it gets put on all of us. Not just you.
Saint: That is no excuse, Jonathan. I know Takeover. I know their every move, their game plan. I have not only fought them before but have stood beside them to wage war. I should have foreseen all of this. Damn it!
In a quick fit of rage, the man formerly known as The Mongrel rushes forward and pushes a hole in the wall. Tap pushes his hand through his sweat matted hair before taking a seat in a nearby chair.
Tap: So if we tell you that yeah it was your fault, William, will that make it any better? We will still have won the match but the Takeover will still have stood tall over us by the end of it. Munin would still have gotten laid out and busted open.
JA: He’s right! We can’t do anything about what happened tonight but we can make damn sure it doesn’t happen again. Those assholes can pay for it in spades. Make them wish they were back home in the comforts of Atlanta.
The enormous man massages his right hand as he turns back to look upon Jonathan.
Saint: You best believe I will ensure that Mister Samson and his ragtag collective will never, ever get the opportunity to commit an act like this again.
Tap: This is definitely far from over. It’s clear that the Takeover wasn’t looking for just a win. They were looking to send a clear message to Munin.
JA: Well the message was received loud and clear. We just need to send a message of our own.
Tap: Hell yeah we do! At the first possible chance that’s given to us.
Saint: But what of this enigmatic person that was in the ring? Is the identity of him or her known to you? Is she or he friend or foe?
JA: I don’t know who the hell they were or what they were doing in the ring. I doubt they were in the ring to hurt Lady Munin or any of us. I mean, the first time The Takeover appeared he or she showed up and put them on notice just like everyone else. I think they’re probably more friend than foe. But until someone can get a sit down with them I don’t see how we can truly know. What about you Tap? Heard anything about this person?
Tap: Righteously naw. Something about their movement seems familiar to me but hell it could be anybody.
Saint: We need to make immediate arrangements to get this person in an open communication. I know I was dead set against drawing anyone else into this but if this mysterious person is set on doing battle against forces against Pure Amusement Wrestling, he or she might as well know that they have the PAW Patrol allegiance.
The older veteran slightly grimaces upon the last words of the former GZW2K1 Globalstar.
Tap: Uh, when in the hell did we accept the name PAW Patrol?
JA: It sounds like we should be a Saturday morning kids show. As for this unknown person, maybe he’ll reach out to us because I’m not sure how to contact someone who doesn’t want to be contacted. Hell, maybe they’re watching us right now and can hear us.
JA looks around nervously wondering if perhaps they are being watched.
Saint: Though Joshua Samson crowned the name upon us in order to demean our union, I’ve found that once you embrace the nicknames they lose much of their potency to Mister Samson. Hopefully the mysterious avenger is watching and listening. It will save us the effort.
JA: I guess we’re sticking with PAW Patrol. Maybe we can team up with the Pound Puppies next week.
JA laughed at his joke but quickly noticed he was the only one.
JA: Sorry. That wasn’t funny I guess.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the wall almost sulking.
Tap: Comedy was never your strong suit, kid. Thankfully you’re a world class wrestler.
The fifty-two year old leaned to the side and spat a wad of blood from his mouth.
Saint: I’m sure Mrs. Alexander is worried sick right now about you, Jonathan. And Joe you might want to get checked out by medical. I can send message your way once any news concerning Lady Munin becomes available.
JA: You sure? I don’t mind sticking around a few minutes if you need me to.
Saint: Of course. I know how wives can be, especially wrestler’s wives.
Tap rises to his feet, clearly in pain.
Tap: I’ll skip the medical but I will go grab a shower and probably a beer or two. Definitely let me know about Munin.
JA extends his hand towards the massive William Saint.
JA: You did good tonight brother.
Saint’s larger hand engulfs the smaller hand of Alexander.
Saint: No matter how many times you say it, it just doesn’t feel like it.
Releasing Jonathan’s hand, Saint pats Tap on his back.
Saint: I’ll let you guys know once I get any news.
JA: Thanks. Oh and Tap, I guess you did alright as well. A little slow but hey, gold star for trying.
He laughs as he holds out his hand to shake his former mentor's hand.
Tap: Stick to wrestling, Jonboy.
The older man grasps the younger man’s hand in a firm shake.
Tap: As a matter of fact just retire and get a safe nine to five.
JA: I’ll retire when you do. How’s that sound?
Tap can only give a hearty pained chuckle as he and Jonathan make their way to their perspective locker rooms. Saint watches them, muttering…
Saint: I should have done more.
Saint: I’m...I’m sorry, guys.
The near seven footer hung his head low. Jonathan patted the massive man on the back.
JA: We all knew what we were getting ourselves into, Lady Munin included. We all knew that something like that was possible. It’s not your fault it’s theirs.
Tap: Jonboy, is right, William. We all knew how this could go.
Saint: Yes, but I could have...should have done so much more. Look at me! I’m a monster amongst men. There should have been no one we should have been dominated in such a way. And now look what has happened Lady Munin. It’s all because of me.
JA: How many men stood around that ring William? Eventually that numbers game would have caught up to you. You’re a monster and a beast but you’re not God. That was a joint effort so if blame gets put on anyone it gets put on all of us. Not just you.
Saint: That is no excuse, Jonathan. I know Takeover. I know their every move, their game plan. I have not only fought them before but have stood beside them to wage war. I should have foreseen all of this. Damn it!
In a quick fit of rage, the man formerly known as The Mongrel rushes forward and pushes a hole in the wall. Tap pushes his hand through his sweat matted hair before taking a seat in a nearby chair.
Tap: So if we tell you that yeah it was your fault, William, will that make it any better? We will still have won the match but the Takeover will still have stood tall over us by the end of it. Munin would still have gotten laid out and busted open.
JA: He’s right! We can’t do anything about what happened tonight but we can make damn sure it doesn’t happen again. Those assholes can pay for it in spades. Make them wish they were back home in the comforts of Atlanta.
The enormous man massages his right hand as he turns back to look upon Jonathan.
Saint: You best believe I will ensure that Mister Samson and his ragtag collective will never, ever get the opportunity to commit an act like this again.
Tap: This is definitely far from over. It’s clear that the Takeover wasn’t looking for just a win. They were looking to send a clear message to Munin.
JA: Well the message was received loud and clear. We just need to send a message of our own.
Tap: Hell yeah we do! At the first possible chance that’s given to us.
Saint: But what of this enigmatic person that was in the ring? Is the identity of him or her known to you? Is she or he friend or foe?
JA: I don’t know who the hell they were or what they were doing in the ring. I doubt they were in the ring to hurt Lady Munin or any of us. I mean, the first time The Takeover appeared he or she showed up and put them on notice just like everyone else. I think they’re probably more friend than foe. But until someone can get a sit down with them I don’t see how we can truly know. What about you Tap? Heard anything about this person?
Tap: Righteously naw. Something about their movement seems familiar to me but hell it could be anybody.
Saint: We need to make immediate arrangements to get this person in an open communication. I know I was dead set against drawing anyone else into this but if this mysterious person is set on doing battle against forces against Pure Amusement Wrestling, he or she might as well know that they have the PAW Patrol allegiance.
The older veteran slightly grimaces upon the last words of the former GZW2K1 Globalstar.
Tap: Uh, when in the hell did we accept the name PAW Patrol?
JA: It sounds like we should be a Saturday morning kids show. As for this unknown person, maybe he’ll reach out to us because I’m not sure how to contact someone who doesn’t want to be contacted. Hell, maybe they’re watching us right now and can hear us.
JA looks around nervously wondering if perhaps they are being watched.
Saint: Though Joshua Samson crowned the name upon us in order to demean our union, I’ve found that once you embrace the nicknames they lose much of their potency to Mister Samson. Hopefully the mysterious avenger is watching and listening. It will save us the effort.
JA: I guess we’re sticking with PAW Patrol. Maybe we can team up with the Pound Puppies next week.
JA laughed at his joke but quickly noticed he was the only one.
JA: Sorry. That wasn’t funny I guess.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the wall almost sulking.
Tap: Comedy was never your strong suit, kid. Thankfully you’re a world class wrestler.
The fifty-two year old leaned to the side and spat a wad of blood from his mouth.
Saint: I’m sure Mrs. Alexander is worried sick right now about you, Jonathan. And Joe you might want to get checked out by medical. I can send message your way once any news concerning Lady Munin becomes available.
JA: You sure? I don’t mind sticking around a few minutes if you need me to.
Saint: Of course. I know how wives can be, especially wrestler’s wives.
Tap rises to his feet, clearly in pain.
Tap: I’ll skip the medical but I will go grab a shower and probably a beer or two. Definitely let me know about Munin.
JA extends his hand towards the massive William Saint.
JA: You did good tonight brother.
Saint’s larger hand engulfs the smaller hand of Alexander.
Saint: No matter how many times you say it, it just doesn’t feel like it.
Releasing Jonathan’s hand, Saint pats Tap on his back.
Saint: I’ll let you guys know once I get any news.
JA: Thanks. Oh and Tap, I guess you did alright as well. A little slow but hey, gold star for trying.
He laughs as he holds out his hand to shake his former mentor's hand.
Tap: Stick to wrestling, Jonboy.
The older man grasps the younger man’s hand in a firm shake.
Tap: As a matter of fact just retire and get a safe nine to five.
JA: I’ll retire when you do. How’s that sound?
Tap can only give a hearty pained chuckle as he and Jonathan make their way to their perspective locker rooms. Saint watches them, muttering…
Saint: I should have done more.
