"The First Shot - Warning. The Second Shot - Fatal." M.B.I.
Mar 8, 2018 18:33:09 GMT -8
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 The First Shot - Warning. The Second Shot - Fatal. “So what is this Manhattan Beach Invasion thing I keep reading about on Twitter?” Andrew Wolfe asked his student, Noah Reigner, over speaker phone. Noah currently sat in an empty gym in New Delhi, India - which is where he was currently for Union Battleground’s Crown of the King Cobra event. Noah sat on a bench, a towel draped over his neck that he used to occasionally wipe sweat on. His loose fitting, sleeveless “FIRING SQUAD” shirt was drenched in sweat. “Global Wrestling Division.” Noah replied with heavy breaths. “The company signed me not to long ago, and decided to make my first match in California against two loser douchebags.” He spewed venom in that last word. “One stocky little dude, five-eight and two hundred and thirty pounds who fancy’s himself a high-flier, wears face paint thinking that it gives him some sort of appeal. Talks a big game on twitter and calls himself the High Spot Hero. He’s an overweight nobody who thinks much too highly of himself. I don’t know what he’s done in the past nor do I care, but I can assure you that he’s never stepped into the ring with someone like me.” “And the other. I don’t know anything about, in fact, I’m not even sure if Jamal Scott, or “JD” as he calls himself - for some reason - even exists in this company anymore. I don’t care about him either way. If he decides to show, cool - another guy for me to stomp out. If not, it’s no skin off of my back. Whether they decide to show up and put on a fight is all irrelevant anyway; from the moment this match was signed I was the winner. What’s going to stop me from treating either of these guys worse than I did Alex Kincade. Dude must still be trying to get that insurance money from Union after I knocked his teeth out.” “You showed up to GWD and helped out Jack Owyns of all people? What were you doing, Noah?” Andrew asked. Jack Owyns and Noah Reigner certainly do not have the best history. In fact when Noah first became a professional wrestler in the So Cal Ultraviolent company, he and Jack Owyns went head to head and developed quite a bit of hatred for one another. Noah smirked. He idea of “helping” Jack Owyns was a joke to him. As far as Noah Reigner was concerned, he didn’t give a fuck about Owyns. “Help? Nah’, you got it twisted. I didn’t help Owyns, I made a statement. I wasn’t included in their little tournament so I went in and left a body laying as a message of intent. I didn’t do it in order to help Owyns advance in the stupid tournament, I did it to advance my own career in the GWD. What I did was send a message to the boys and girls in the back, to the management in the office and to everyone watching. I’m not just some tag-team wrestler that competes in Union. I am just as dangerous on my own, as I am with Rumble or any other partner that I may be paired with.” He said with a confident tone in his voice, as always. Noah was known for being ‘confident’ (another word used to describe him was Arrogant.) There was a moment of silence from Andrew on the other end of the call. It was long enough for Noah to pick up the water bottle that sat by his foot. He took a swig from the bottle before using the towel to wipe off his mouth. “So you wanted to be in a tournament, but you were signed late. What’s your plan then?” Andrew asked, breaking his silence. There was a few things he could set his sights on, Mark Storm and the American Justice championship. Melody Marshall and the Global Heritage championship or Tapioca Joe and the Immortal Kingdom Crown. He had options and, to be honest, all of those tempted him. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we Andrew?” Noah wasn’t staking claim just yet. He wanted to wait and see how the landscape of the GWD looked after this event. “All I have on my mind for the GWD right now is knocking these two buffoons the fuck out, and making sure that everyone on this roster knows who I am. What happens after, happens. Whether I have to go after some girl who parades around on Twitter as “Melody Two Titles”, or go after the champ himself. The main thing is making sure Equinox - what a stupid fuckin’ name - and Jamal regret signing on for this match and make sure Equinox especially regrets opening his goddamn mouth on Twitter.” And that made Noah smirk again. Envisioning himself knocking Equinox out with a Bicycle Knee, or putting Jamal down with his patent “THE HARD GOODBYE” maneuver. Either way, someone was going down and Noah was going to make sure they would damn well feel it for the next few days afterword. “Also. Since this event is in California, are you stopping by here on your way to the event?” Andrew asked. “Maybe it would be good for the students to take a drive down to Manhattan Beach to see the event.” He added. “Yeah, I can do that. Make sure you bring the girls. Tyler and Tenleigh could maybe learn a thing or two.” He smirked. He could hear Andrew chuckle on his end. |
