Post by BrainScratch on Aug 1, 2021 18:57:08 GMT -5
- Greeting -
Edward Zepp has arrived at Stanfield International Airport in Halifax after the so-called Parsons Galactic Pimpmobile shuttled him to San Diego's airport. The giant Zepp stalks through the corridors as the patrons behind him were amazed he was able to enter and exit the plane, and the Canadian citizens gawk at the size of him. He drags his luggage behind him and makes his way to the lobby. There are various drivers holding up names, but none are his name. Ed wonders to himself if this whole thing was a prank by his brother Isaiah, recalling ten years ago when Isaiah asked him to stand in line for Rage Against The Machine tickets, for a show that didn't exist. Ed sighs a deep sigh and marches outside the building to peruse the surroundings before making any assumptions. In the distance something catches his eye immediately so he walks toward it.
Along a line of limousines is another Parsons Galactic Pimpmobile, somehow identical to the one in California just hours before. How many of these does Chris Parsons have? As he's pondering that, the window to the sunroof slides open, and appearing in front of him is the one and only Nightmare Chris Parsons. A mile-wide smile and an expensive pair of sunglasses greets Edward.
"Holy shit, I didn't know they made you Zepps so tall! I thought that was all mirrors and camera tricks by the Eye boy!" Parsons gestures his hands like a camera and chuckles, but notices that Ed has reacted with a stone-faced stare. "Well come on in, big buddy. this is gonna be sweet!" Ed gives a cautious glance around before ducking his head into the monstrous ride. Parsons slaps the the hood of his Galactic chariot and yells, "Alright driver, haul ass! Allons-y!"
Parsons drops down and pops open a bottle of bubbly. He offers Edward a glass, but is silently declined. "You don't talk much... you sure you're Isaiah's brother! Haha..." Ed casually rolls his eyes, so Chris drinks both glasses. "Well look, that's fine. We're going to beat these NPW fools, and then I'll do most the talking. We can say something cool like... like... Cobra! Yeah, cobra. Cobra..."
As the Mobile careens down the highway, Ed thinks perhaps this is still a prank.
- Meeting -
We fast-forward to exactly 15 minutes after Edward's debut with the company, a losing effort with Parsons and Andrew Morgan. Ed solemnly helps Chris to the backstage area with an arm around his back. Chris slumps into a chair, and Ed remains standing behind him. Parson yells at the press corps.
"Before any of you say a damn word, this isn't over! Just the opening salvo. We took the best shot of your NPW roster, but we're still here and we're still gonna win the war! Now... any questions!?"
A journalist raises his hand, "Yes, question for Ed Zepp." Chris nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders and lets him ask. "With your debut done, how do you feel about the competition here in Northern Pro Wrestling, like HNDRXX, Takeru, and Long?" Edward squints his eyes angrily The reporter nervously moves to another question. "Ahh, how about future competition like the ReVenants?" He only receives a scowl from Ed. "Uh, right, well how about the allegations that the Galactic Sex Pirates is just a vulgar name meant to shock everyone?" Finally Ed lets out an answer.
"Not Impressed."
"I'm sorry, can you elaborate? Do you mean you're not impressed by the team that just beat you, or the rest of the roster?"
"I'm Not Impressed By Your Questions."
The reporter shakes his head at the blunt answer. The others forgo their chance, save for one sharply dressed individual.
"Hello there, Dig Deeper from the Wrestling Onlooker. Is it true that before today your last professional match was against someone dressed like a box of pasta for a company called... GhettoSlam?" There weren't many shows running during the pandemic, so Ed took what he could get. He defeated Penne Omega in ten seconds, at least, but he remains silent to this inquiry. Dig continues, "Any truth to the rumor that you're only in NPW because Isaiah Zepp found it beneath him?" Edward replies with a low grunt and takes a step forward, but Chris Parsons nudges him and motions to answer. Ed deliberates for a moment.
"COBRA."
"Yeah!" Parsons interjects. "Cobra! Lets get out of here. Cobra... cobra."
With that the Pirates take their leave. (Cobra.)
- Beating -
Billy Fowler sits uncomfortably on a bar stool, checking his phone for messages. "Bloody hell, does wifi exist in this country? I haven't a clue if Rob and Frank are coming. Where's Parsons?!" He looks across the table at Ed Zepp, the only other Pirate at this unofficial meeting. Ed points outside the window, as Chris is doing donuts in the parking lot with two beautiful women on his lap, and the Galactic Pimpmobile speeds out of view. "Great, glad someone's having fun."
A waitress delivers six beers to the table for the GSP that haven't shown, and Fowler unsuccessfully offers one to Ed, so Billy gathers them like a winning poker player. "Suit yourself." He takes a hearty swig. "Riot and Windsor were supposed to give us a scoop on these ReVenant wankers. What do you know about them?" Ed rubs his chin but has no response. "Oh great, I get stuck with the silent type, and you don't even drink! Marvelous! Go get yourself a water or something."
Ed doesn't appreciate the command, but he also dislikes the discourse. He approaches the counter, where a group of Canadian women are ordering drinks, simply raising their hand to get served. Edward raises a finger sheepishly, then his hand, but goes unnoticed. He tries to lightly tap the bar, but this creates a THUD and now it's all eyes on the giant.
"Jeez look how tall you are!"
"Look how big his hands are!"
"Wonder what else is..."
One of the ladies grabs his hand playfully, eliciting a confused grin from Eddie, but then there's a shouting across the room.
"Get your paws off my girl, eh!" A man in a hockey jersey, flanked by many more just like him, stomps over to him. Edward tries to calm the situation by explaining he meant nothing untoward and hadn't even introduced himself. But before he can get any of those words out, the Canadian knees him the gut and pulls his shirt over his head. Edward responds by charging the man forward into a wall, and two of his friends jump in help. Ed turns them aside one punch at a time.
At the table, Billy chuckles and enjoys the show. However, more and more jerseys huddle around the big man laying in cheap shots, and Fowler decides he should step in. After a long drink to polish off a glass, he finally stands up and brandishes the stool, swinging it across the backs of two assailants and dropping them immediately. He and Edward mop the floor with the hooligans amidst the screaming of women and advocating from the staff to stop. "I guess you speak my language after all! I think you're my favorite Zepp already!"
Before any sirens can make their way, the Parsons Mobile coincidentally makes a return, and the two future partners make a hasty retreat. Edward thinks to himself, this might be a prank but at least it's not boring.
Edward Zepp has arrived at Stanfield International Airport in Halifax after the so-called Parsons Galactic Pimpmobile shuttled him to San Diego's airport. The giant Zepp stalks through the corridors as the patrons behind him were amazed he was able to enter and exit the plane, and the Canadian citizens gawk at the size of him. He drags his luggage behind him and makes his way to the lobby. There are various drivers holding up names, but none are his name. Ed wonders to himself if this whole thing was a prank by his brother Isaiah, recalling ten years ago when Isaiah asked him to stand in line for Rage Against The Machine tickets, for a show that didn't exist. Ed sighs a deep sigh and marches outside the building to peruse the surroundings before making any assumptions. In the distance something catches his eye immediately so he walks toward it.
Along a line of limousines is another Parsons Galactic Pimpmobile, somehow identical to the one in California just hours before. How many of these does Chris Parsons have? As he's pondering that, the window to the sunroof slides open, and appearing in front of him is the one and only Nightmare Chris Parsons. A mile-wide smile and an expensive pair of sunglasses greets Edward.
"Holy shit, I didn't know they made you Zepps so tall! I thought that was all mirrors and camera tricks by the Eye boy!" Parsons gestures his hands like a camera and chuckles, but notices that Ed has reacted with a stone-faced stare. "Well come on in, big buddy. this is gonna be sweet!" Ed gives a cautious glance around before ducking his head into the monstrous ride. Parsons slaps the the hood of his Galactic chariot and yells, "Alright driver, haul ass! Allons-y!"
Parsons drops down and pops open a bottle of bubbly. He offers Edward a glass, but is silently declined. "You don't talk much... you sure you're Isaiah's brother! Haha..." Ed casually rolls his eyes, so Chris drinks both glasses. "Well look, that's fine. We're going to beat these NPW fools, and then I'll do most the talking. We can say something cool like... like... Cobra! Yeah, cobra. Cobra..."
As the Mobile careens down the highway, Ed thinks perhaps this is still a prank.
- Meeting -
We fast-forward to exactly 15 minutes after Edward's debut with the company, a losing effort with Parsons and Andrew Morgan. Ed solemnly helps Chris to the backstage area with an arm around his back. Chris slumps into a chair, and Ed remains standing behind him. Parson yells at the press corps.
"Before any of you say a damn word, this isn't over! Just the opening salvo. We took the best shot of your NPW roster, but we're still here and we're still gonna win the war! Now... any questions!?"
A journalist raises his hand, "Yes, question for Ed Zepp." Chris nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders and lets him ask. "With your debut done, how do you feel about the competition here in Northern Pro Wrestling, like HNDRXX, Takeru, and Long?" Edward squints his eyes angrily The reporter nervously moves to another question. "Ahh, how about future competition like the ReVenants?" He only receives a scowl from Ed. "Uh, right, well how about the allegations that the Galactic Sex Pirates is just a vulgar name meant to shock everyone?" Finally Ed lets out an answer.
"Not Impressed."
"I'm sorry, can you elaborate? Do you mean you're not impressed by the team that just beat you, or the rest of the roster?"
"I'm Not Impressed By Your Questions."
The reporter shakes his head at the blunt answer. The others forgo their chance, save for one sharply dressed individual.
"Hello there, Dig Deeper from the Wrestling Onlooker. Is it true that before today your last professional match was against someone dressed like a box of pasta for a company called... GhettoSlam?" There weren't many shows running during the pandemic, so Ed took what he could get. He defeated Penne Omega in ten seconds, at least, but he remains silent to this inquiry. Dig continues, "Any truth to the rumor that you're only in NPW because Isaiah Zepp found it beneath him?" Edward replies with a low grunt and takes a step forward, but Chris Parsons nudges him and motions to answer. Ed deliberates for a moment.
"COBRA."
"Yeah!" Parsons interjects. "Cobra! Lets get out of here. Cobra... cobra."
With that the Pirates take their leave. (Cobra.)
- Beating -
Billy Fowler sits uncomfortably on a bar stool, checking his phone for messages. "Bloody hell, does wifi exist in this country? I haven't a clue if Rob and Frank are coming. Where's Parsons?!" He looks across the table at Ed Zepp, the only other Pirate at this unofficial meeting. Ed points outside the window, as Chris is doing donuts in the parking lot with two beautiful women on his lap, and the Galactic Pimpmobile speeds out of view. "Great, glad someone's having fun."
A waitress delivers six beers to the table for the GSP that haven't shown, and Fowler unsuccessfully offers one to Ed, so Billy gathers them like a winning poker player. "Suit yourself." He takes a hearty swig. "Riot and Windsor were supposed to give us a scoop on these ReVenant wankers. What do you know about them?" Ed rubs his chin but has no response. "Oh great, I get stuck with the silent type, and you don't even drink! Marvelous! Go get yourself a water or something."
Ed doesn't appreciate the command, but he also dislikes the discourse. He approaches the counter, where a group of Canadian women are ordering drinks, simply raising their hand to get served. Edward raises a finger sheepishly, then his hand, but goes unnoticed. He tries to lightly tap the bar, but this creates a THUD and now it's all eyes on the giant.
"Jeez look how tall you are!"
"Look how big his hands are!"
"Wonder what else is..."
One of the ladies grabs his hand playfully, eliciting a confused grin from Eddie, but then there's a shouting across the room.
"Get your paws off my girl, eh!" A man in a hockey jersey, flanked by many more just like him, stomps over to him. Edward tries to calm the situation by explaining he meant nothing untoward and hadn't even introduced himself. But before he can get any of those words out, the Canadian knees him the gut and pulls his shirt over his head. Edward responds by charging the man forward into a wall, and two of his friends jump in help. Ed turns them aside one punch at a time.
At the table, Billy chuckles and enjoys the show. However, more and more jerseys huddle around the big man laying in cheap shots, and Fowler decides he should step in. After a long drink to polish off a glass, he finally stands up and brandishes the stool, swinging it across the backs of two assailants and dropping them immediately. He and Edward mop the floor with the hooligans amidst the screaming of women and advocating from the staff to stop. "I guess you speak my language after all! I think you're my favorite Zepp already!"
Before any sirens can make their way, the Parsons Mobile coincidentally makes a return, and the two future partners make a hasty retreat. Edward thinks to himself, this might be a prank but at least it's not boring.