Post by orangecassidy on Aug 27, 2020 9:55:14 GMT -5
A warehouse, beaten up and dirty on the streets of Berlin is shown. The sounds of a wrestling ring being moved on can be heard from outside. The interior of the building is just as dusty as the outside, empty except for the old wrestling ring in the middle of the space. Hitting the ropes is on Freshly Squeezed Orange Cassidy, running back towards the middle of the ring only to be leap frogged by the AWF World’s Champion, Priscilla Kelly. He hits off the ropes again, but this time he is met by a shoulder tackle by Priscilla. She smiles at him as he lays on the floor.
Priscilla Kelly:
I thought you’d be too tired from last night to wanna train today.
Orange Cassidy:
Two matches in one night? Sounds like a normal day on the indies. Lets go again.
Orange hops up and backs away from Priscilla before advancing towards her and the two lock up in the middle of the ring. She transitions him to a front headlock, only to be shoved off towards the ropes. He drops down, she hops over and goes for a middle rope springboard maneuver. It seems as if time slows down for Orange Cassidy.
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
Alright she’s going for an armdrag, maybe a kick, maybe a crossbody.
Fire Ant:
Doesn’t matter, kick her in the face.
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
What? No, not doing that.
Fire Ant:
Come on, it’ll be fun.
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
For you maybe, but not for me.
Fire Ant:
Trust me, it’ll be fine.
Orange is gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, it seems as if he is fighting his own body. He begins to deliver a superkick, but doesn’t fully extend his leg as to not hit her. She falls on her back in an attempt to not get kicked in the face.
Priscilla Kelly
Wooooahhh Billy! Maybe pull back on the superkicks during training, huh? Otherwise I might start using Prince Albert for these little sparring sessions.
From the mat Priscilla sends a wink up at Cassidy and a playful smile.
Orange Cassidy:
Hehe...sorry.
Orange offers her a hand, which she takes and is pulled back up to her feet.
Orange Cassidy:
How about we call it a day?
The two get closer as if they are about to embrace, but instead of embracing the door to the warehouse flies open, revealing a very angry Alaric Dracislav, being followed into the room by a rather reluctant and visibly awkward Bill Buttertoes. Alaric points at Orange.
Alaric Dracislav:
YOU!
He runs towards the ring and slides in before getting into the face of Orange Cassidy, who’s body visibly tenses.
Alaric Dracislav:
What the hell was that you coconut!?! You really needed to kick me in the face after our match? It’s a chance for a title, so I get anything that happens between the bells, but that was AFTER the match! I looked back at the footage and you seemed to want to hurt me. I’m not going to be your whipping boy!
The entire time Alaric is talking Orange is watching his mouth seeing his fangs move as he speaks. His blood is boiling.
Fire Ant:
END HIM BEFORE HE ENDS YOU. HE TRIED ONCE HE’LL TRY AGAIN. COMMIT HIM TO THE EARTH.
Alaric Dracislav:
If you have a problem with me, how about we deal with it right now?
With that he shoves Orange back, causing hate to show in his eyes. Priscilla tries to get in the middle of them, looking a little surprised.
Priscilla Kelly:
What the… hey!
Orange puts his arm out and gently pushes her back.
Fire Ant:
END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!
Orange squares up to Alaric, staring a hole through him with hatred filled eyes. Alaric begins to be a bit twitchy in anticipation, waiting for a go, as Bill watches on with wide and worried eyes, letting out an audible gulp. Orange very slowly, very tensely unclenches his fists and puts his hands in his pockets, as if he is fighting it. In an instant the hatred leaves his eyes and his whole body relaxes.
Orange Cassidy:
Your brother ripped my neck open and tried to kill me, you guys look the same, so I went into a fight or flight mode. I shouldn’t have let what your brother did to me affect how I treated you. What I did was uncalled for and I’m sorry. When I win the Provincial Championship, you’ll be one of the first to get a shot, deal?
With that Orange extends a limp fist out to him. Alaric looks over him up and down like “What the fuck just happened?” He bumps fists the King of Sloth Style, although reluctantly.
Alaric Dracislav:
Ummm…. Sure?
Priscilla stands with a raised eyebrow, waiting for a time to jump into the silence.
Priscilla Kelly
Well! Glad that’s resolved…
She looks up at Orange.
Priscilla Kelly
You keep training baby. I’m gonna go catch some food with Al, okay?
Orange nods, as Priscilla leans in and kisses him, before her and Alaric leave the ring and are back by Bill’s side. As Orange does a slow jog as he hits the ropes, he keeps an eye on the trio as they walk away.
Priscilla looks up at Alaric, softly and sternly.
Priscilla Kelly
I was gonna bring that up to him Al, in a much calmer manner. Can you just trust me please? I don’t want you flying off the handle, too many of my guys are doing that at the fucking moment y’know?
Alaric Dracislav
I’m sorry Priscilla. I just- I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment.
Priscilla Kelly
I know sweetheart. I’m sure he’ll turn up.
Priscilla strokes Alaric’s chin softly.
Priscilla Kelly
I’ll get lunch, okay?
Alaric nods slowly, before giving Priscilla a genuine smile, as she, him, and Bill move through the doorway and out of the training area.
Orange exits the ring and heads towards his bag on the floor. He takes out a cigarette, lights it up and throws his bag over his shoulder.
Fire Ant:
WHY DID WE NOT KILL HIM?!
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
That was not the same guy, that was his twin brother. Can’t make him pay for the sins of his brother.
Fire Ant:
That’s what you say.
Orange begins to head to the door, the dust of the room being kicked up as he walks. His phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he sees that Chuck is calling him. He picks up.
Chuck Taylor:
Hey man, we haven’t seen you since yesterday, you alright?
Orange Cassidy:
Yeah, sorry I was busy last night and I was training today. Sorry to hear about the tag titles.
Chuck Taylor:
It sucks, god damn Diamond Dallas Page and his crew, didn’t Scott Hall jump you after your match?
Orange Cassidy:
Yeah. You guys should really give the belt back and try to smooth things over.
Chuck Taylor:
We’re gonna try, what if he doesn’t want to call a truce?
The line is silent for a few moments.
Orange Cassidy/Fire Ant:
If the old bastard wants a war, we’ll give him a war.
END