Andrew Morgan - Unparalleled Confidence
Jul 12, 2021 19:32:49 GMT -5
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Post by Union Jack on Jul 12, 2021 19:32:49 GMT -5
Andrew Morgan's fists were clenched tightly around the wheel of his old Ford as the Scotiabank Arena came momentarily into view before disappearing behind the sprawling metropolis that was Halifax. The dog curled up on the passenger seat beside him whined in it's sleep, almost as though he could sense his master's unease. Morgan glanced briefly at his faithful companion, before reaching over and resting a comforting hand on his rear haunch, instantly silencing his cries.
Morgan continued in silence, gradually chewing his way through the miles ahead and absentmindedly scratching the sleeping dog's side. As he ran his fingers through the thick fur, a vivid memory flared in his mind. It was Christmas morning and the dog was a puppy once again, his chocolate brown fur not yet peppered with gray and the bright red ribbon was tied in a bow and fixed around his neck once more. Andrew stepped carefully into the house, holding the puppy as gently as he could and quietly hushing him. Upstairs he could hear Sarah, her voice filled with excitement as she proclaimed “He's been, Mom! He's been!” Morgan smiled at the sound of pure joy and innocence in her voice as he stepped quietly toward the foot of the stairs, ready to surprise his beloved daughter with the one thing she had really wanted this Christmas.
Morgan quickly pulled his hand back from the sleeping dog as though he had been burned and shook his head, pushing memory back into his subconscious. The vision had taken him by surprise. A quick glance to the seat beside him confirmed the dog's concern, as he stared intently at his master. Morgan smiled awkwardly and muttered “Sorry boy, didn't mean to wake you.” before nodding his head toward the arena, which now loomed in front of them. “You sure about this? It's not too late to turn around.” The dog huffed loudly in response, settled his head back down on the passenger seat and closed his eyes. Morgan snorted a laugh and shook his head “Yeah; you're right, it probably is.”
A short time later Morgan was making his way quietly through the winding corridors of the arena with barely anyone noticing his presence, which was quite a feet for a man of his size and even more impressive when you considered the dog padding along beside him. When they arrived at the impressive locker-room suit that had been assigned to the Galactic Sex Pirates, he was surprised, but not at all disappointed to see that it stood empty despite the strewn gym bags and personal affects which littered the floor and furniture alike, confirming he wasn't the first of their number to have arrived. Without need of invite, the dog brushed past his legs and into the room, probably looking for a space to claim as his own.
“Excuse me? Mr. Morgan?” The meek and quiet tone immediately grabbed his attention, primarily because of its unexpected presence in a place such as this. Morgan turned to meet the gaze of a pretty young blonde, professionally dressed in a white button up shirt and pencil skirt which identified her as anything but in ring talent. Morgan smiled pleasantly and the young woman continued without giving him the chance to verbally respond. “My name is Rebecca Carlisle, it's my first day I eh...” She hesitated, grabbed the ID hanging around her neck from a lanyard and held it toward him. “I work on the website. I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing an interview? Nothing too serious, just a little something to document your thoughts heading into your NPW debut?”
“Eh...” Morgan hesitated, but again got no chance to respond.
“Aw he's so cute! What's his name?” The words washed over him, and he was barely aware of her squatting down to meet the dog as he returned from within the room. Again Morgan found himself waiting in the reception lobby of his family home, the young dog held tightly in his arms.
“Charlie!” stopping on the stairs as she saw the dog clutched in her fathers arms, Sarah's eyes lit up with joy. She rushed the rest of the way down the stairs and over toward them, wrapping her arms around the puppies neck. Morgan started to warn his daughter not to crowd or scare the pup, but it seemed he was just as excited to see her as she was him. She nuzzled her face against his coat and smiled. “I dreamed you'd be here today!”
“Charlie?!” Morgan asked, suddenly aware of what she had said the moment she saw him. She raised her head from his coat and met the gaze of her father. “Uh-huh.” came her simple response from behind a beautiful smile “That was his name in my dream.”
The memory faded and Morgan found himself returning Rebecca's smile “Charlie. His name's Charlie.”
“Hi Charlie!” Rebecca said scratching him behind the ears just the way he liked. She looked up at Morgan and seemed to suddenly realize her slip in professionalism. Righting herself, she blushed and continued as though nothing had happened. “So... Do you think we could have a short interview?”
“Interviews aren't really my style.” Morgan shrugged apologetically before nudging the door open to show the empty room. “And as you can see, the others aren't here to take the spot either.”
“Oh... I see.” She sighed her disappointment.
“Look, I'll be honest with you... I know nothing at all about my opponents. But Chris and I, we're well used to working with one another, so much so my confidence going into this match is unparalleled. Combine that with the pedigree Ed Zepp brings to the table with his family name and I see no way we can lose this match. Our opponents are..” Morgan shrugged “..not exactly on the same page, while we are united by our common goal. The fact of the matter is that the GSP stand together as one and with our combined experience, natural ability and joint vision there is nobody on the roster able to stand against us.”
“I can use that.” Rebecca said, resulting in a nod from Morgan. She smiled. “Good luck in your match. See you later Charlie.”
Morgan watched her leave before looking down at the dog. “Come on, let's get you settled before the others show up.”
Morgan continued in silence, gradually chewing his way through the miles ahead and absentmindedly scratching the sleeping dog's side. As he ran his fingers through the thick fur, a vivid memory flared in his mind. It was Christmas morning and the dog was a puppy once again, his chocolate brown fur not yet peppered with gray and the bright red ribbon was tied in a bow and fixed around his neck once more. Andrew stepped carefully into the house, holding the puppy as gently as he could and quietly hushing him. Upstairs he could hear Sarah, her voice filled with excitement as she proclaimed “He's been, Mom! He's been!” Morgan smiled at the sound of pure joy and innocence in her voice as he stepped quietly toward the foot of the stairs, ready to surprise his beloved daughter with the one thing she had really wanted this Christmas.
Morgan quickly pulled his hand back from the sleeping dog as though he had been burned and shook his head, pushing memory back into his subconscious. The vision had taken him by surprise. A quick glance to the seat beside him confirmed the dog's concern, as he stared intently at his master. Morgan smiled awkwardly and muttered “Sorry boy, didn't mean to wake you.” before nodding his head toward the arena, which now loomed in front of them. “You sure about this? It's not too late to turn around.” The dog huffed loudly in response, settled his head back down on the passenger seat and closed his eyes. Morgan snorted a laugh and shook his head “Yeah; you're right, it probably is.”
A short time later Morgan was making his way quietly through the winding corridors of the arena with barely anyone noticing his presence, which was quite a feet for a man of his size and even more impressive when you considered the dog padding along beside him. When they arrived at the impressive locker-room suit that had been assigned to the Galactic Sex Pirates, he was surprised, but not at all disappointed to see that it stood empty despite the strewn gym bags and personal affects which littered the floor and furniture alike, confirming he wasn't the first of their number to have arrived. Without need of invite, the dog brushed past his legs and into the room, probably looking for a space to claim as his own.
“Excuse me? Mr. Morgan?” The meek and quiet tone immediately grabbed his attention, primarily because of its unexpected presence in a place such as this. Morgan turned to meet the gaze of a pretty young blonde, professionally dressed in a white button up shirt and pencil skirt which identified her as anything but in ring talent. Morgan smiled pleasantly and the young woman continued without giving him the chance to verbally respond. “My name is Rebecca Carlisle, it's my first day I eh...” She hesitated, grabbed the ID hanging around her neck from a lanyard and held it toward him. “I work on the website. I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing an interview? Nothing too serious, just a little something to document your thoughts heading into your NPW debut?”
“Eh...” Morgan hesitated, but again got no chance to respond.
“Aw he's so cute! What's his name?” The words washed over him, and he was barely aware of her squatting down to meet the dog as he returned from within the room. Again Morgan found himself waiting in the reception lobby of his family home, the young dog held tightly in his arms.
“Charlie!” stopping on the stairs as she saw the dog clutched in her fathers arms, Sarah's eyes lit up with joy. She rushed the rest of the way down the stairs and over toward them, wrapping her arms around the puppies neck. Morgan started to warn his daughter not to crowd or scare the pup, but it seemed he was just as excited to see her as she was him. She nuzzled her face against his coat and smiled. “I dreamed you'd be here today!”
“Charlie?!” Morgan asked, suddenly aware of what she had said the moment she saw him. She raised her head from his coat and met the gaze of her father. “Uh-huh.” came her simple response from behind a beautiful smile “That was his name in my dream.”
The memory faded and Morgan found himself returning Rebecca's smile “Charlie. His name's Charlie.”
“Hi Charlie!” Rebecca said scratching him behind the ears just the way he liked. She looked up at Morgan and seemed to suddenly realize her slip in professionalism. Righting herself, she blushed and continued as though nothing had happened. “So... Do you think we could have a short interview?”
“Interviews aren't really my style.” Morgan shrugged apologetically before nudging the door open to show the empty room. “And as you can see, the others aren't here to take the spot either.”
“Oh... I see.” She sighed her disappointment.
“Look, I'll be honest with you... I know nothing at all about my opponents. But Chris and I, we're well used to working with one another, so much so my confidence going into this match is unparalleled. Combine that with the pedigree Ed Zepp brings to the table with his family name and I see no way we can lose this match. Our opponents are..” Morgan shrugged “..not exactly on the same page, while we are united by our common goal. The fact of the matter is that the GSP stand together as one and with our combined experience, natural ability and joint vision there is nobody on the roster able to stand against us.”
“I can use that.” Rebecca said, resulting in a nod from Morgan. She smiled. “Good luck in your match. See you later Charlie.”
Morgan watched her leave before looking down at the dog. “Come on, let's get you settled before the others show up.”
