Post by Sir Chris Cairns on Jul 12, 2015 16:41:48 GMT -6
Smith: There's still hope! Right? ...Right?!
Creation Wrestling II mainstays Commissioner John Smith and Nationwide are sat in an empty bar located within one of Hong Kong's less desirable tourist areas. It's a British 'theme' pub with Union Jacks and pictures of the Queen to be found in abundance. John and Nationwide are sat on bar stools, with Nationwide slumped over a lager and Smith nursing a tomato juice.
Nationwide: Come on, John, we haven't heard from Cairns in weeks! He didn't even turn up for his slot at GZWCon. Necron and the others are right: Cairns is finished. I don't like it one bit, but he's done.
Smith: He's just going through a rough patch right now, 'Wide! I mean, come on, it's SIR Chris Cairns! He's never let us down before! He gets one last chance, right? We all agreed! Cairns gets one last chance to show Creation exactly why he is our leader... we just need to track Cairns down and tell him about this!
Nationwide: Are you insane?! You want to tell Cairns that we're all considering betraying him?! That's we're considering overthrowing him?!
Smith: Yes... No!... I just...
Nationwide: I'm glad you're so optimistic about Cairns returning to form, because everybody else thinks... knows... that his downfall is imminent. Christ, John, he's lost the faith of the old timers such as Jack, Spike... (sigh) ...even me; even good ol' Nationwide, the loyal midcard mainstay! And we've got these young upstarts like Damien and Necron... they're hungry, John. They want change and the rest of us ain't got no say in the matter!
Smith: I just don't wanna betray the man who saved my life. Cairns gave me a fresh start, 'Wide. He pulled me in from the brink!
Nationwide angrily thumps his fist down on the bar.
Nationwide: You think I wanna betray the man who gave Nationwide his start in this business?
Both men shake their heads.
Nationwide: Look, it's all gonna be over before you know it. Times change, John... people change... life goes on.
: I'll drink to that!
Both John and Nationwide swivel round on their bar stools to find the smarmy Damien Shite-Knight stood in the tavern's doorway, his face smug and punchable as ever, his beard thick and greasy. The tension between grizzled veteran Nationwide and young upstart Shite-Knight is clear as day.
Nationwide: Were you listenin' in on our private conversation, Damien?
Shite-Knight smiles as he saunters into the bar and pulls up a stool, sitting a safe distance away from his Creation Wrestling II colleagues.
Shite: Ah, only for a few minutes, which was long enough to realise that you're both still having doubts about everything!
Shite-Knight shakes his head in mock sadness.
Shite: I know it's scary... real scary... to be thinking about life after Cairns, but it's a chance we all need to take... right?
With no comebacks, Nationwide and John Smith both bow their heads. Shite grins from ear to ear.
Shite: Look, I promise... this is gonna be as quick and as painless for Cairns as we can possibly make it. The idiot's completely oblivious to our plans and we'll strike him when his back is turned. He won't even feel a thing and he'll never know we betrayed him because he'll be out cold! Necron has the casket prepared and...
Nationwide shoots up from his bar stool and slams both hands down on the bar, managing to knock over his drink and send the lager pouring to the floor.
Nationwide: 'CASKET?!'
Shite-Knight leaves an intentional pause as he gives an irritated twitch of the mouth.
Shite: Well, yes...
Nationwide: And what're we using a CASKET for, Damien? Surely not... no...!
Nationwide shakes his head in horrified disbelief. Shite-Knight sternly delivers a slow nod of confirmation.
Shite: Yes! Kowloon Park will be Chris Cairns' final resting place. It's the ONLY way, Nationwide, and you know it!
Covered in sweat, a panic-ridden John Smith interjects.
Smith: But ONLY if Cairns fails to impress at Heatwave, right? I mean... if we get him back to his old ways, then... then he remains our leader? Right? He remains our leader and we can just forget about all of this 'overthrowing' malarkey!
Shite: Oh, come on! Do you actually think Cairns is going to make believers out of us all at the eleventh hour? If... WHEN Cairns falls to Stephon Davis at Heatwave... then at least afterwards he gets to be put out of his misery permanently by his beloved Creation Wrestling II. I can't think of any better way for Cairns to go...
Nationwide and John Smith are both left shaken by the revelation of Cairns' possible fate.
Shite: I'll leave you gentlemen to finish your drinks. And do take in some of the fabulous local sights, hm?
With a wretched smirk on his face, Damien Shite-Knight ups and briskly walks out of the bar. The old-timer Nationwide simply sinks his head into his hands as John Smith runs his fingers over his balding scalp, close to a nervous breakdown.
Creation Wrestling II mainstays Commissioner John Smith and Nationwide are sat in an empty bar located within one of Hong Kong's less desirable tourist areas. It's a British 'theme' pub with Union Jacks and pictures of the Queen to be found in abundance. John and Nationwide are sat on bar stools, with Nationwide slumped over a lager and Smith nursing a tomato juice.
Nationwide: Come on, John, we haven't heard from Cairns in weeks! He didn't even turn up for his slot at GZWCon. Necron and the others are right: Cairns is finished. I don't like it one bit, but he's done.
Smith: He's just going through a rough patch right now, 'Wide! I mean, come on, it's SIR Chris Cairns! He's never let us down before! He gets one last chance, right? We all agreed! Cairns gets one last chance to show Creation exactly why he is our leader... we just need to track Cairns down and tell him about this!
Nationwide: Are you insane?! You want to tell Cairns that we're all considering betraying him?! That's we're considering overthrowing him?!
Smith: Yes... No!... I just...
Nationwide: I'm glad you're so optimistic about Cairns returning to form, because everybody else thinks... knows... that his downfall is imminent. Christ, John, he's lost the faith of the old timers such as Jack, Spike... (sigh) ...even me; even good ol' Nationwide, the loyal midcard mainstay! And we've got these young upstarts like Damien and Necron... they're hungry, John. They want change and the rest of us ain't got no say in the matter!
Smith: I just don't wanna betray the man who saved my life. Cairns gave me a fresh start, 'Wide. He pulled me in from the brink!
Nationwide angrily thumps his fist down on the bar.
Nationwide: You think I wanna betray the man who gave Nationwide his start in this business?
Both men shake their heads.
Nationwide: Look, it's all gonna be over before you know it. Times change, John... people change... life goes on.
: I'll drink to that!Both John and Nationwide swivel round on their bar stools to find the smarmy Damien Shite-Knight stood in the tavern's doorway, his face smug and punchable as ever, his beard thick and greasy. The tension between grizzled veteran Nationwide and young upstart Shite-Knight is clear as day.
Nationwide: Were you listenin' in on our private conversation, Damien?
Shite-Knight smiles as he saunters into the bar and pulls up a stool, sitting a safe distance away from his Creation Wrestling II colleagues.
Shite: Ah, only for a few minutes, which was long enough to realise that you're both still having doubts about everything!
Shite-Knight shakes his head in mock sadness.
Shite: I know it's scary... real scary... to be thinking about life after Cairns, but it's a chance we all need to take... right?
With no comebacks, Nationwide and John Smith both bow their heads. Shite grins from ear to ear.
Shite: Look, I promise... this is gonna be as quick and as painless for Cairns as we can possibly make it. The idiot's completely oblivious to our plans and we'll strike him when his back is turned. He won't even feel a thing and he'll never know we betrayed him because he'll be out cold! Necron has the casket prepared and...
Nationwide shoots up from his bar stool and slams both hands down on the bar, managing to knock over his drink and send the lager pouring to the floor.
Nationwide: 'CASKET?!'
Shite-Knight leaves an intentional pause as he gives an irritated twitch of the mouth.
Shite: Well, yes...
Nationwide: And what're we using a CASKET for, Damien? Surely not... no...!
Nationwide shakes his head in horrified disbelief. Shite-Knight sternly delivers a slow nod of confirmation.
Shite: Yes! Kowloon Park will be Chris Cairns' final resting place. It's the ONLY way, Nationwide, and you know it!
Covered in sweat, a panic-ridden John Smith interjects.
Smith: But ONLY if Cairns fails to impress at Heatwave, right? I mean... if we get him back to his old ways, then... then he remains our leader? Right? He remains our leader and we can just forget about all of this 'overthrowing' malarkey!
Shite: Oh, come on! Do you actually think Cairns is going to make believers out of us all at the eleventh hour? If... WHEN Cairns falls to Stephon Davis at Heatwave... then at least afterwards he gets to be put out of his misery permanently by his beloved Creation Wrestling II. I can't think of any better way for Cairns to go...
Nationwide and John Smith are both left shaken by the revelation of Cairns' possible fate.
Shite: I'll leave you gentlemen to finish your drinks. And do take in some of the fabulous local sights, hm?
With a wretched smirk on his face, Damien Shite-Knight ups and briskly walks out of the bar. The old-timer Nationwide simply sinks his head into his hands as John Smith runs his fingers over his balding scalp, close to a nervous breakdown.
