Don't Blink (Trigger RP #2 for D1/D2 of CWC)
Jan 10, 2021 21:29:28 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Oh-Oh, and 2 more like this
Post by John Cavanagh on Jan 10, 2021 21:29:28 GMT -5
The sound of door chime is heard as the scene opens to Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh calmly walking into a small liquor store wearing a tan Carhartt jacket, blue jeans, wheat Timberland boots and black sunglasses. Behind him, through the glass windows, cars can be seen hurdling down the one way New York City street.
Good morning, can I help you with anything?
Trigger just walks passed the portly middle aged woman standing behind the counter. Trigger walks to the back and pushes a door to the right as the woman looks on confused--she was stunned that a customer would know how to enter the owner's room. The scene shifts to inside of the small office room, the owner of the liquor store turns towards the door and raises his eyebrow.
Hey, uh, Chris....wasn't planning...
You weren't planning on seeing me? What the fuck do you think happens when you don't stop by on Saturday to square up?
I, just, I just....I needed to hit the bank this morning is all Chris.
It's Sunday--you mean the ATM that you could have hit yesterday on the way to me?
I, I got it right, right here.
The liquor store owner looks down to his pile of money and begins to count money out.
Don't forget you're late--the vig gets added to the principal and you're lucky you ain't catching a fucking beating.
The scene cuts to Trigger standing up against a storefront, the banner above him reads The Blarney Stone Irish Pub & Grill. This was John's bar in Hell's Kitchen, this was headquarters--this was where Chris, John, Andy and the rest of the Cavanagh gang felt most comfortable and where they were also their most dangerous. Trigger takes a pull off of his cigarette and flicks the last bit into the street.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm really fucking pumped to get back into the ring against some actual singles competition for the first time in five years. I've had one joke of a match and a couple of tag matches recently but those are just tune ups for this tournament. Tune ups for the boys that wound up in the same pool as me in this Cruiserweight Cup tournament--tune up to get myself a shot at the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship.
When it gets down to the nitty, gritty of this Cruiserweight Cup Tournament it can all be about the luck of the draw just like a battle royal. See this entire dog and pony show has been divided up into different blocks which means that in reality, one loss doesn’t doom anyone. See, in a battle royal someone goes over the top and to the floor they can walk down that aisle all disappointed and ashamed. In a standard tournament—you aren’t the better man on a given day and you too get to have that dreaded, long walk of shame back to the locker room. This format though? Winning gives you the clearer path to advancing to the semi-finals, of course, but if you lose that first night—at least you ain’t dead in the water just yet.
Trigger moves towards the camera rubbing his palms against one another.
Knowing these facts has to help a guy like the so called “dropkick king” Adrien Cochrane. The poor dropkick king had the unfortunate luck of drawing me in his first round match. Quite the shitty way to open up the tournament. Like I just said, after you lose this one you know you’re still alive as far as the math goes but its going to be one hell of an uphill battle if you plan on being the second place representative in our pool. Maybe its for the best though, maybe its better for you to have your back up against the wall—some people perform better under pressure. I don’t really know you from a hole in the wall so, then again, maybe you’ll just fold and cower into the fetal position in the corner somewhere crying for your mommy. I can’t really be sure what the outcome will be for you after our match but I know that when we face off you’ll be one of the boys starting this tournament off behind the eight ball.
After Adrien, we come to the loud mouth of the crew, Lord Dominicus. The guy that slyly eliminated my brother John from the Lethal Lottery battle royal—the guy that is holding a championship belt that I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on. Do I get angry when people say I’m John’s partner? Do I get angry when people say I’m second fiddle? What the fuck do you think Lord Dominicus? A piece of shit like you or anyone else in this place has no right to call me anything of the sort! Not when my “second fiddle” is a god damned career aspiration for the majority of you pathetic creeps I’m going to be facing off against in this tournament—yourself and Adrien included, of course. Am I rusty? Yeah, but would I use that as an excuse if you can beat me in that ring? Fuck, no. If you’re able to beat me in that ring than I guess my brother John really was right that I need to be hitting the gym and getting in the ring more often because in my prime you couldn’t hold my god damned jock strap.
Trigger laughs and shakes his head.
That's the funny part. I called these two punks that I would have run laps around a few years ago my first real competition in five years earlier. Ain't it a bitch how life works, the shit goes by pretty quick boys. Just like your opportunity in this tournament, don't blink because you just might miss it.
Trigger enters the bar as the scene cuts to static.
Good morning, can I help you with anything?
Trigger just walks passed the portly middle aged woman standing behind the counter. Trigger walks to the back and pushes a door to the right as the woman looks on confused--she was stunned that a customer would know how to enter the owner's room. The scene shifts to inside of the small office room, the owner of the liquor store turns towards the door and raises his eyebrow.
Hey, uh, Chris....wasn't planning...
You weren't planning on seeing me? What the fuck do you think happens when you don't stop by on Saturday to square up?
I, just, I just....I needed to hit the bank this morning is all Chris.
It's Sunday--you mean the ATM that you could have hit yesterday on the way to me?
I, I got it right, right here.
The liquor store owner looks down to his pile of money and begins to count money out.
Don't forget you're late--the vig gets added to the principal and you're lucky you ain't catching a fucking beating.
The scene cuts to Trigger standing up against a storefront, the banner above him reads The Blarney Stone Irish Pub & Grill. This was John's bar in Hell's Kitchen, this was headquarters--this was where Chris, John, Andy and the rest of the Cavanagh gang felt most comfortable and where they were also their most dangerous. Trigger takes a pull off of his cigarette and flicks the last bit into the street.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm really fucking pumped to get back into the ring against some actual singles competition for the first time in five years. I've had one joke of a match and a couple of tag matches recently but those are just tune ups for this tournament. Tune ups for the boys that wound up in the same pool as me in this Cruiserweight Cup tournament--tune up to get myself a shot at the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship.
When it gets down to the nitty, gritty of this Cruiserweight Cup Tournament it can all be about the luck of the draw just like a battle royal. See this entire dog and pony show has been divided up into different blocks which means that in reality, one loss doesn’t doom anyone. See, in a battle royal someone goes over the top and to the floor they can walk down that aisle all disappointed and ashamed. In a standard tournament—you aren’t the better man on a given day and you too get to have that dreaded, long walk of shame back to the locker room. This format though? Winning gives you the clearer path to advancing to the semi-finals, of course, but if you lose that first night—at least you ain’t dead in the water just yet.
Trigger moves towards the camera rubbing his palms against one another.
Knowing these facts has to help a guy like the so called “dropkick king” Adrien Cochrane. The poor dropkick king had the unfortunate luck of drawing me in his first round match. Quite the shitty way to open up the tournament. Like I just said, after you lose this one you know you’re still alive as far as the math goes but its going to be one hell of an uphill battle if you plan on being the second place representative in our pool. Maybe its for the best though, maybe its better for you to have your back up against the wall—some people perform better under pressure. I don’t really know you from a hole in the wall so, then again, maybe you’ll just fold and cower into the fetal position in the corner somewhere crying for your mommy. I can’t really be sure what the outcome will be for you after our match but I know that when we face off you’ll be one of the boys starting this tournament off behind the eight ball.
After Adrien, we come to the loud mouth of the crew, Lord Dominicus. The guy that slyly eliminated my brother John from the Lethal Lottery battle royal—the guy that is holding a championship belt that I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on. Do I get angry when people say I’m John’s partner? Do I get angry when people say I’m second fiddle? What the fuck do you think Lord Dominicus? A piece of shit like you or anyone else in this place has no right to call me anything of the sort! Not when my “second fiddle” is a god damned career aspiration for the majority of you pathetic creeps I’m going to be facing off against in this tournament—yourself and Adrien included, of course. Am I rusty? Yeah, but would I use that as an excuse if you can beat me in that ring? Fuck, no. If you’re able to beat me in that ring than I guess my brother John really was right that I need to be hitting the gym and getting in the ring more often because in my prime you couldn’t hold my god damned jock strap.
Trigger laughs and shakes his head.
That's the funny part. I called these two punks that I would have run laps around a few years ago my first real competition in five years earlier. Ain't it a bitch how life works, the shit goes by pretty quick boys. Just like your opportunity in this tournament, don't blink because you just might miss it.
Trigger enters the bar as the scene cuts to static.
