Not Just John's Brother
Dec 30, 2020 11:20:30 GMT -5
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Post by John Cavanagh on Dec 30, 2020 11:20:30 GMT -5
OOC Note: This RP was originally just for another fed I'm in (mentioned in the RP) but I wound up mentioning some NPW stuff so figured it could live here as well as kind of an introductory RP to Trigger.
The sound of weights clanging is heard as the scene opens to a view of Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh who is laying down on a bench, his face is a bright red and his body is drenched in sweat. Trigger lets out a loud grunt as he pushes the bench up towards the rack. Trigger, with slight assistance from two veiny hands, places the weights back on top of the rack. Trigger pulls himself to a seated position, he gazes down towards the ground and retrieves his gym towel, whipping his face of the sweat. Andy Donahue comes up from behind him and, with a loud smack from his massive bear claw of a hand, hits Trigger on top of his back. The echo of the smack reverberates through the empty gym that the two members of The Celtic Club find themselves working out in.
Good fucking shit, Trig. I told Johnnie I'd make sure we got you in the best in-ring shape of your life for this run and here we are--you're already benching an extra fifty pounds than you were when we started!
Yeah, thinking that you're going to use me to do curls if I can't get the weight up is a pretty good motivator.
Andy nods his head up and down in clear agreement with the words of the younger Cavanagh brother. Andy picks up his tumbler and takes a large gulp from his protein powder concoction.
What's that--liquid steroids?
Andy was used to the sly comments people had made regarding his physique for years. It wasn't Andy's fault that he started lifting at the age of thirteen and never really stopped, it wasn't Andy's fault he was built like a linebacker at birth, it wasn't Andy's fault he used to date a nutritionist who gave him the inside scoop on how to use science to turn your body into a calorie burning machine.
No, asshole, it's protein powder and creatine--nothing out of this world, just a nice little meal replacement.
Meal replacement? That's a milkshake--without the milk, or ice cream, or any of the good shit. Why the fuck?
Simple, I'm a body guy...I like to make sure there isn't one person in any room I walk into that is thinking "let me fuck with that guy"...you, you're a body guy too--just the bodies of females, that's why you're pushing 225 and almost out of the Cruiserweight division.
Hey, I've got years on you kid, let's see you stay in this good of shape for another decade plus.
A loud roar of laughter comes from inside of Andy Donahue. Trigger looks at Andy perplexed at first and then he realizes--this guy is so ripped that if he stopped working out now he probably would still be jacked in another ten years.
Fuck you, Andy.
Trigger begins to shake his head. It was right after John returned to the ring in a place called the CPW and then signed with EWF. Trigger was there in the crowd at Emperor's Cup when John won the EWF World Championship--it was that night that Trigger brought up possibly returning to the ring to his brother John. Trigger thought John was being a bit of an asshole when John shrugged the idea off with a laugh and said "get your ass to the gym". Now though, Trigger was starting to understand--the wrestling world had changed since he hung up his boots and returned to the neighborhood...the wrestlers were in a lot better shape, most of them trained day in and day out to hone their body and make themselves into the best imaginable physical specimen.
Don't get too bothered by it Trig, we're gonna have you in the best shape of your entire life in no fucking time. You're here at my grandfather's gym, training with the Heir Apparent, ain't no way I'm not gonna get you in tip top shape.
Trigger nodded his head but pouted his lip..."Heir Apparent"...look at Andy, he was really buying into this whole "John Cavanagh's protege" schtick. Andy had went from being Andy Donahue and referring to himself as "me" or "I" to being "The Heir Apparent" and referring to himself as such, kind of reminded Trigger of how John would often refer to himself as "The One Man Dynasty". Trigger loved his brother and he loved Andy as if Andy was family but one thing Trigger didn't love was being looked over--something he had been dealing with his entire life. He was the younger son of Ryan Cavanagh, he was the smaller Cavanagh brother, when the boys came of age it was always John bailing Chris out in street fights, when they got involved with the neighborhood it was "all eyes on Johnnie Boy", when they entered professional wrestling it was "John's the main event guy and Trigger rides his coattails to Tag Titles and Cruiserweight Titles"...now here he stood, re-entering the profession, and he was still "just John's younger brother", even in his own tag team it seemed as if he was the secondary thought--Andy was a sight to behold, looks as if he could belly to belly suplex a cargo ship and Trigger was in shape but next to Andy he may as well have had a huge beer belly and man tits.
I'm not worried about it Andy, I know what we have to do and I know what I have to do. We have to take the tag team division here in First Class Pro Wrestling by storm. That's right up on top of the good old "to do list", be crowned the first FCPW Tag Team Champions and watch all of the other pathetic duos like The FCPW, Flex Appeal or the obnoxious pricks we are facing at Sunday Night Delight, The Barnburners, cower at the thought of never being able to call themselves the Tag Team Champs! Let's face it kid, once we get those belts we ain't giving them up to any other team.
You're god damned right on that one Trig, there ain't a team that Mac Dunney has signed yet that can touch us in the ring.
Signed yet? Andy...I'm Trigger Cavanagh and you're the Heir Apparent, we are the fucking Celtic Club, there ain't a team in professional wrestling today that can touch us and that's with my ring rust, just wait until I'm used to climbing in that ring all over again.
There's a ring in the back, let's run the ropes and get you closer to that point.
Tempting, you're a bit bigger than the guys I'll be facing though.
All the more reason to get in there with me, I'm a fucking truck with a Corvette engine, Trig--if you can survive against me, out maneuver me, reverse me, there ain't a Cruiserweight in the world that's gonna be able to beat you inside that ring.
You make a good point, and with that Cruiserweight Cup coming up in Northern Pro Wrestling, I guess the added challenge would help me out a bit.
Now you're thinking like someone determined to better themselves Trig.
I guess Johnnie was right, you'd be a good fucking coach. Let's get to it then, Andy. I guess this should be a warning to The Barnburners in FCPW and Lord Dominicus and whoever the fuck else they throw at me in the Cruiserweight Cup over at NPW--Trigger Cavanagh isn't coming to be Johnnie's sidekick this time, Trigger Cavanagh is coming to leave his own mark on the game...I'm gonna take this motherfucking bull by the god damned horns and dominate it. When Johnnie and I hang up our boots, this time on our own terms, it won't be the legacy of John Cavanagh with his younger brother as the footnote...it will be the legacy of the Cavanagh Brothers.
What about me?
Oh, Andy Boy, come on now--you'll be part of our legacy and when you hang them up you'll have your own legacy.
The scene cuts to static.
The sound of weights clanging is heard as the scene opens to a view of Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh who is laying down on a bench, his face is a bright red and his body is drenched in sweat. Trigger lets out a loud grunt as he pushes the bench up towards the rack. Trigger, with slight assistance from two veiny hands, places the weights back on top of the rack. Trigger pulls himself to a seated position, he gazes down towards the ground and retrieves his gym towel, whipping his face of the sweat. Andy Donahue comes up from behind him and, with a loud smack from his massive bear claw of a hand, hits Trigger on top of his back. The echo of the smack reverberates through the empty gym that the two members of The Celtic Club find themselves working out in.
Good fucking shit, Trig. I told Johnnie I'd make sure we got you in the best in-ring shape of your life for this run and here we are--you're already benching an extra fifty pounds than you were when we started!
Yeah, thinking that you're going to use me to do curls if I can't get the weight up is a pretty good motivator.
Andy nods his head up and down in clear agreement with the words of the younger Cavanagh brother. Andy picks up his tumbler and takes a large gulp from his protein powder concoction.
What's that--liquid steroids?
Andy was used to the sly comments people had made regarding his physique for years. It wasn't Andy's fault that he started lifting at the age of thirteen and never really stopped, it wasn't Andy's fault he was built like a linebacker at birth, it wasn't Andy's fault he used to date a nutritionist who gave him the inside scoop on how to use science to turn your body into a calorie burning machine.
No, asshole, it's protein powder and creatine--nothing out of this world, just a nice little meal replacement.
Meal replacement? That's a milkshake--without the milk, or ice cream, or any of the good shit. Why the fuck?
Simple, I'm a body guy...I like to make sure there isn't one person in any room I walk into that is thinking "let me fuck with that guy"...you, you're a body guy too--just the bodies of females, that's why you're pushing 225 and almost out of the Cruiserweight division.
Hey, I've got years on you kid, let's see you stay in this good of shape for another decade plus.
A loud roar of laughter comes from inside of Andy Donahue. Trigger looks at Andy perplexed at first and then he realizes--this guy is so ripped that if he stopped working out now he probably would still be jacked in another ten years.
Fuck you, Andy.
Trigger begins to shake his head. It was right after John returned to the ring in a place called the CPW and then signed with EWF. Trigger was there in the crowd at Emperor's Cup when John won the EWF World Championship--it was that night that Trigger brought up possibly returning to the ring to his brother John. Trigger thought John was being a bit of an asshole when John shrugged the idea off with a laugh and said "get your ass to the gym". Now though, Trigger was starting to understand--the wrestling world had changed since he hung up his boots and returned to the neighborhood...the wrestlers were in a lot better shape, most of them trained day in and day out to hone their body and make themselves into the best imaginable physical specimen.
Don't get too bothered by it Trig, we're gonna have you in the best shape of your entire life in no fucking time. You're here at my grandfather's gym, training with the Heir Apparent, ain't no way I'm not gonna get you in tip top shape.
Trigger nodded his head but pouted his lip..."Heir Apparent"...look at Andy, he was really buying into this whole "John Cavanagh's protege" schtick. Andy had went from being Andy Donahue and referring to himself as "me" or "I" to being "The Heir Apparent" and referring to himself as such, kind of reminded Trigger of how John would often refer to himself as "The One Man Dynasty". Trigger loved his brother and he loved Andy as if Andy was family but one thing Trigger didn't love was being looked over--something he had been dealing with his entire life. He was the younger son of Ryan Cavanagh, he was the smaller Cavanagh brother, when the boys came of age it was always John bailing Chris out in street fights, when they got involved with the neighborhood it was "all eyes on Johnnie Boy", when they entered professional wrestling it was "John's the main event guy and Trigger rides his coattails to Tag Titles and Cruiserweight Titles"...now here he stood, re-entering the profession, and he was still "just John's younger brother", even in his own tag team it seemed as if he was the secondary thought--Andy was a sight to behold, looks as if he could belly to belly suplex a cargo ship and Trigger was in shape but next to Andy he may as well have had a huge beer belly and man tits.
I'm not worried about it Andy, I know what we have to do and I know what I have to do. We have to take the tag team division here in First Class Pro Wrestling by storm. That's right up on top of the good old "to do list", be crowned the first FCPW Tag Team Champions and watch all of the other pathetic duos like The FCPW, Flex Appeal or the obnoxious pricks we are facing at Sunday Night Delight, The Barnburners, cower at the thought of never being able to call themselves the Tag Team Champs! Let's face it kid, once we get those belts we ain't giving them up to any other team.
You're god damned right on that one Trig, there ain't a team that Mac Dunney has signed yet that can touch us in the ring.
Signed yet? Andy...I'm Trigger Cavanagh and you're the Heir Apparent, we are the fucking Celtic Club, there ain't a team in professional wrestling today that can touch us and that's with my ring rust, just wait until I'm used to climbing in that ring all over again.
There's a ring in the back, let's run the ropes and get you closer to that point.
Tempting, you're a bit bigger than the guys I'll be facing though.
All the more reason to get in there with me, I'm a fucking truck with a Corvette engine, Trig--if you can survive against me, out maneuver me, reverse me, there ain't a Cruiserweight in the world that's gonna be able to beat you inside that ring.
You make a good point, and with that Cruiserweight Cup coming up in Northern Pro Wrestling, I guess the added challenge would help me out a bit.
Now you're thinking like someone determined to better themselves Trig.
I guess Johnnie was right, you'd be a good fucking coach. Let's get to it then, Andy. I guess this should be a warning to The Barnburners in FCPW and Lord Dominicus and whoever the fuck else they throw at me in the Cruiserweight Cup over at NPW--Trigger Cavanagh isn't coming to be Johnnie's sidekick this time, Trigger Cavanagh is coming to leave his own mark on the game...I'm gonna take this motherfucking bull by the god damned horns and dominate it. When Johnnie and I hang up our boots, this time on our own terms, it won't be the legacy of John Cavanagh with his younger brother as the footnote...it will be the legacy of the Cavanagh Brothers.
What about me?
Oh, Andy Boy, come on now--you'll be part of our legacy and when you hang them up you'll have your own legacy.
The scene cuts to static.
