Post by Rob on Jun 30, 2015 20:34:21 GMT -6
(Not televised. He is retired, after all)
Sitting at home in a location he has been very careful in keeping secret, Jericho Cross reads through the GZW2K1 website, having received a notification of an update to the card. His curiosity buzzing, he takes a look. That's when his face changes.
Upon seeing the news of the no disqualification handicap match, his face sets like stone, jaw clenched in a mix of concern and anger. A handicap match against hard hitting giants like Syndicate and Karnos would be bad enough, but this was anything goes.
Not only do they get to do what they want, but there's nothing to stop all of Clan Mayhem getting involved.
He knows Munin is far more resilient than her small frame suggests and her innovation in the field of violence was greater than her eyes would show, but she is still one person. One against four in a chaotic environment like Heatwave was not a wise move for anyone.
What could be done? There are those who can help, but will they risk getting hurt and costing themselves later matches on the night? Would Kolic make it five? Would Alex twist the knife again? Is she alone in this?
His mind racing in his frustration, he racks his brain for possible solutions. Coming out of retirement would have to be a last resort, and again, he wouldn't be doing it for himself. Another way could be the answer. Thinking with his heart wasn't something Jericho was known for. His hot temper made choices for him, as did his whims. The heart was something he never indulged. Maybe this time, he would have to.
Putting his phone to his ear, he makes a call as he quickly plans his next move.
"Hello, Kodiak airport, front desk".
"Hi, I want to bring forward the date on my ticket. Will I need to pay extra?"
"Yes, sir, you will. How much depends on the date on your ticket and destination".
"I'll be there soon, I'll sort it when I get there, I'll be looking for the next available flight".
"Ok, sir, we'll see you soon".
Hanging up, Jericho puts the phone in his pocket and leaves his living room. Heading upstairs, he grabs a sports bag and tosses it on the bed. Opening a drawer, he takes out a metal baseball bat, the one he calls Despair. Placing it in the bag, he then adds a baseball and catcher's glove, to help throw off suspicion.
Adding a few other items, such as a small towel, a bottle of water and a pair of fingerless leather gloves, he zips up the bag and grabs his leather jacket, putting it on.
Slinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing the already packed suitcase, he heads downstairs, grabs his keys and heads out into the cold. If getting directly involved isn't an option (if it comes to that), then helping to level the playing field in a smaller way would have to do.
As he fires up his motorcycle and starts his journey to the airport, he readies himself, mentally, preparing to face a hundred possible outcomes.
Sitting at home in a location he has been very careful in keeping secret, Jericho Cross reads through the GZW2K1 website, having received a notification of an update to the card. His curiosity buzzing, he takes a look. That's when his face changes.
Upon seeing the news of the no disqualification handicap match, his face sets like stone, jaw clenched in a mix of concern and anger. A handicap match against hard hitting giants like Syndicate and Karnos would be bad enough, but this was anything goes.
Not only do they get to do what they want, but there's nothing to stop all of Clan Mayhem getting involved.
He knows Munin is far more resilient than her small frame suggests and her innovation in the field of violence was greater than her eyes would show, but she is still one person. One against four in a chaotic environment like Heatwave was not a wise move for anyone.
What could be done? There are those who can help, but will they risk getting hurt and costing themselves later matches on the night? Would Kolic make it five? Would Alex twist the knife again? Is she alone in this?
His mind racing in his frustration, he racks his brain for possible solutions. Coming out of retirement would have to be a last resort, and again, he wouldn't be doing it for himself. Another way could be the answer. Thinking with his heart wasn't something Jericho was known for. His hot temper made choices for him, as did his whims. The heart was something he never indulged. Maybe this time, he would have to.
Putting his phone to his ear, he makes a call as he quickly plans his next move.
"Hello, Kodiak airport, front desk".
"Hi, I want to bring forward the date on my ticket. Will I need to pay extra?"
"Yes, sir, you will. How much depends on the date on your ticket and destination".
"I'll be there soon, I'll sort it when I get there, I'll be looking for the next available flight".
"Ok, sir, we'll see you soon".
Hanging up, Jericho puts the phone in his pocket and leaves his living room. Heading upstairs, he grabs a sports bag and tosses it on the bed. Opening a drawer, he takes out a metal baseball bat, the one he calls Despair. Placing it in the bag, he then adds a baseball and catcher's glove, to help throw off suspicion.
Adding a few other items, such as a small towel, a bottle of water and a pair of fingerless leather gloves, he zips up the bag and grabs his leather jacket, putting it on.
Slinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing the already packed suitcase, he heads downstairs, grabs his keys and heads out into the cold. If getting directly involved isn't an option (if it comes to that), then helping to level the playing field in a smaller way would have to do.
As he fires up his motorcycle and starts his journey to the airport, he readies himself, mentally, preparing to face a hundred possible outcomes.
