Post by BrainScratch on Aug 18, 2021 1:53:22 GMT -5
- Digging a Hole -
After another unlucky outing in Day Two of August At The Atlantic, Edward Zepp remains winless in his NPW career. The towering giant stomps through the makeshift tents along the Atlantic coast, with Billy Fowler's arm over his neck as he helps the Englishman after their loss. Unsuspecting, they come up to the press area, but Fowler regains his own footing and slinks off the other way.
FOWLER: "Oh, forget those knobheads! You can have them. Riot said he had something important to tell me on the bus... Have at it!"
Surprised, Edward takes one step too many before he can decide to also escape, and now he's in front of the whirring of cameras, this time without any GSP members as backup. The reporters all wait for Zepp to address them about the match automatically as most wrestlers would, but Ed isn't anything like most wrestlers, as we're all beginning to learn. He looks in their general direction with angry eyes. An awkward silence fills the tent until one reporter throws out a question.
"Another setback for the Galactic Sex Pirates tonight. Did you expect the ReVenants to sneak a victory like that?"
Annoyed, Edward only lifts an eyebrow and looks across the rest of their faces. Just one man tries further, the always impeccably dressed Dig Deeper, after first brushing out the mere thought of a wrinkle in his suit.
DIG: "Perhaps our questions are unimpressive again. Let's try something better, shall we? I notice Fowler's not here with you, nor is Chris Parsons here to speak for you. Is there dissension within the GSP so soon after its arrival?"
Ed grimaces, still feeling the effects of the low blow by Neo James Carner, but he can already sense that Dig is going to be a bigger pain in his balls. Edward folds his arms and stares through the dirt sheet writer.
DIG: "I'll pencil that in as a maybe. Now, I have sources that say you'll have a chance to step into singles title contention despite the lack of tag success, but to do so you'll have to defeat three other men, including one of your Pirate stablemates. Care to... expound on that possibility?"
The other writers look confused towards Dig, as the card information hadn't been released this early. The question makes Ed blink once, before he narrows his eyes in contempt. He shakes his head and walks away, sharing one deafening sentiment as he leaves.
ZEPP: "You Talk Too Much."
Edward paces out of sight, and onward to the GSP bus, to help Rob Riot deliver the message that Billy Fowler would indeed receive. The group hazing is a small distraction for Zepp, but the barb of Dig's questions began to sting. Who among them would he have to fight? Edward wondered how to address this with the group, but instead of potentially sparking more infighting, he chose to remain silent, and he felt alone all the way home.
- Painting a Picture -
Edward was happy to be back in San Diego and see his family, even if his bonsai trees were nearly dead, his pitbulls were rowdy, and the house was a pig sty. He has just enough time to fix it all before flying back to Canada for a fatal fourway match. Ed tries to consider all his targets, as he already fought Matsui and Long once, but his fellow GSP member Andrew Morgan weighs most heavily on his mind.
Ed dunks a paintbrush into a bucket of red paint and attempts to give the living room a fresh coat. He has his younger siblings Ike and Cecelia on ladders helping, while the eldest Zepp, Isaiah, has picked this moment to sprawl on the couch and read a newspaper of all things.
"Ahh, the Chronicle Herald sure is a fine source of information. It's as if I'm living in Halifax!" Edward furrows his brow wondering where Eye is going with this. "Look, here's the weather report, here's the job listings, here's a puff piece about local recycling, and HERE... is a little story about a bar fight!" Edward flinches but tries to keep painting. "Seems there's a pair of unidentified interlopers on the loose! A pale limey over two meters high might be semi-regular in Canada, but I wonder how many seven foot tall half-African-half-Italians are running around up there, Eddie!" Ed looks Isaiah face to face and nods as a confession that it was him but not his fault. "That doesn't matter Ed. You have to be better than this. For us, World War Zepp feels like yesterday, but it was forgotten by everyone else years ago. We aren't international heroes anymore. Even in Canada, I probably couldn't get you out of jail..."
Ed motions that he'll be okay with the GSP, but that triggers another round of chiding. "Oh yes, Parsons and his damn Pirates. I told you Ed, they'll pick the first moment to stab you and leave you stranded, you have to be ready for that! I'm glad you get the chance to knock one of them out first..." Edward tries to convince Isaiah that Andrew Morgan hasn't been a bad man like Isaiah's described, but that gets him nowhere.
The two youngest can feel the anger of the room, and Ceecee tugs at Ike's shirt. "C'mon let's give the grown children their space."
Isaiah takes a deep inhale before his next diatribe, but Ed throws a pointer finger his way. The only problem is, he was still holding the paintbrush. A blotch of red paint splats Isaiah in his forehead. The two brothers stare at each other for endless moments until both let out of a hearty laugh. "Oh you wanna paint?! Let's paint!" Isaiah grabs a brush and the two make an absolute catastrophe of their living quarters and themselves, streaks of red everywhere.
Once they finally had enough, Isaiah grabs the mostly destroyed newspaper. "My brother, understand, you need to go back to this place and make it right. Chip in to fix the damage. Make some friends. You don't want the world against you. I would know."
Ed accepts this advice and reaches out for a handshake. As Isaiah obliges, Ed throws a sponge into his hand and pats his older brother on the back. He motions that the room needs to be cleaned, much as Isaiah would usually do to him.
After another unlucky outing in Day Two of August At The Atlantic, Edward Zepp remains winless in his NPW career. The towering giant stomps through the makeshift tents along the Atlantic coast, with Billy Fowler's arm over his neck as he helps the Englishman after their loss. Unsuspecting, they come up to the press area, but Fowler regains his own footing and slinks off the other way.
FOWLER: "Oh, forget those knobheads! You can have them. Riot said he had something important to tell me on the bus... Have at it!"
Surprised, Edward takes one step too many before he can decide to also escape, and now he's in front of the whirring of cameras, this time without any GSP members as backup. The reporters all wait for Zepp to address them about the match automatically as most wrestlers would, but Ed isn't anything like most wrestlers, as we're all beginning to learn. He looks in their general direction with angry eyes. An awkward silence fills the tent until one reporter throws out a question.
"Another setback for the Galactic Sex Pirates tonight. Did you expect the ReVenants to sneak a victory like that?"
Annoyed, Edward only lifts an eyebrow and looks across the rest of their faces. Just one man tries further, the always impeccably dressed Dig Deeper, after first brushing out the mere thought of a wrinkle in his suit.
DIG: "Perhaps our questions are unimpressive again. Let's try something better, shall we? I notice Fowler's not here with you, nor is Chris Parsons here to speak for you. Is there dissension within the GSP so soon after its arrival?"
Ed grimaces, still feeling the effects of the low blow by Neo James Carner, but he can already sense that Dig is going to be a bigger pain in his balls. Edward folds his arms and stares through the dirt sheet writer.
DIG: "I'll pencil that in as a maybe. Now, I have sources that say you'll have a chance to step into singles title contention despite the lack of tag success, but to do so you'll have to defeat three other men, including one of your Pirate stablemates. Care to... expound on that possibility?"
The other writers look confused towards Dig, as the card information hadn't been released this early. The question makes Ed blink once, before he narrows his eyes in contempt. He shakes his head and walks away, sharing one deafening sentiment as he leaves.
ZEPP: "You Talk Too Much."
Edward paces out of sight, and onward to the GSP bus, to help Rob Riot deliver the message that Billy Fowler would indeed receive. The group hazing is a small distraction for Zepp, but the barb of Dig's questions began to sting. Who among them would he have to fight? Edward wondered how to address this with the group, but instead of potentially sparking more infighting, he chose to remain silent, and he felt alone all the way home.
- Painting a Picture -
Edward was happy to be back in San Diego and see his family, even if his bonsai trees were nearly dead, his pitbulls were rowdy, and the house was a pig sty. He has just enough time to fix it all before flying back to Canada for a fatal fourway match. Ed tries to consider all his targets, as he already fought Matsui and Long once, but his fellow GSP member Andrew Morgan weighs most heavily on his mind.
Ed dunks a paintbrush into a bucket of red paint and attempts to give the living room a fresh coat. He has his younger siblings Ike and Cecelia on ladders helping, while the eldest Zepp, Isaiah, has picked this moment to sprawl on the couch and read a newspaper of all things.
"Ahh, the Chronicle Herald sure is a fine source of information. It's as if I'm living in Halifax!" Edward furrows his brow wondering where Eye is going with this. "Look, here's the weather report, here's the job listings, here's a puff piece about local recycling, and HERE... is a little story about a bar fight!" Edward flinches but tries to keep painting. "Seems there's a pair of unidentified interlopers on the loose! A pale limey over two meters high might be semi-regular in Canada, but I wonder how many seven foot tall half-African-half-Italians are running around up there, Eddie!" Ed looks Isaiah face to face and nods as a confession that it was him but not his fault. "That doesn't matter Ed. You have to be better than this. For us, World War Zepp feels like yesterday, but it was forgotten by everyone else years ago. We aren't international heroes anymore. Even in Canada, I probably couldn't get you out of jail..."
Ed motions that he'll be okay with the GSP, but that triggers another round of chiding. "Oh yes, Parsons and his damn Pirates. I told you Ed, they'll pick the first moment to stab you and leave you stranded, you have to be ready for that! I'm glad you get the chance to knock one of them out first..." Edward tries to convince Isaiah that Andrew Morgan hasn't been a bad man like Isaiah's described, but that gets him nowhere.
The two youngest can feel the anger of the room, and Ceecee tugs at Ike's shirt. "C'mon let's give the grown children their space."
Isaiah takes a deep inhale before his next diatribe, but Ed throws a pointer finger his way. The only problem is, he was still holding the paintbrush. A blotch of red paint splats Isaiah in his forehead. The two brothers stare at each other for endless moments until both let out of a hearty laugh. "Oh you wanna paint?! Let's paint!" Isaiah grabs a brush and the two make an absolute catastrophe of their living quarters and themselves, streaks of red everywhere.
Once they finally had enough, Isaiah grabs the mostly destroyed newspaper. "My brother, understand, you need to go back to this place and make it right. Chip in to fix the damage. Make some friends. You don't want the world against you. I would know."
Ed accepts this advice and reaches out for a handshake. As Isaiah obliges, Ed throws a sponge into his hand and pats his older brother on the back. He motions that the room needs to be cleaned, much as Isaiah would usually do to him.