Post by BrainScratch on Aug 22, 2021 1:01:42 GMT -5
- Pre-Game -
Edward Zepp stands in front of the The Pour House, the bar that he and Billy Fowler trashed as they fought a group of riled Halifax locals. He re-evaluates his brother's advice to return to this place, but after a heavy sigh he decides to complete the task. He cautiously step inside, but even that makes the floorboards cry and creek. Ed approaches the counter, where one of the girls who conversed with him before the fight is standing, and she's cleaning glass from the countertop. She stares wide-eyed at his presence.
"Oh, you're back... What do you want?"
Ed tries to summon his words. He glances around to see a heavy glass table turned over and a bar stool wedged into a ceiling fan. He probably did that. Ed scoops the table with one arm to flip it upright, then reaches up to pluck the stool from its precarious position and sets it down gently. A nervous smile grows on the woman's face.
"You... wanna help?"
Edward wants to tell this woman how sorry he is for his part in the scuffle. Instead, he wordlessly produces a folded check from his pocket. The woman notices the zeroes and her eyes now nearly roll behind her head.
"Ohmygosh! That means a lot! My family's considering closing because of the damages... I'm Rebecca, by the way."
Zepp returns a friendly gesture, but before he can spit out any syllables, a familiar gruff voice yells out from behind him. "Becca, where's the screwdriver?! I need to- Hey, what the hell are you doin' here!? Talking to my girl again?!" Ed tries to reason with him, remembering how well that went last time.
Rebecca speaks up. "Relax, Roger! He's here to apologize and help us."
Roger sizes up the big man, and then arrogantly snatches the check. "Yeah that sure is generous of you, isn't it? But you're one of those 'professional' wrestlers. I bet you make twice this every day!" That's nowhere near the truth for Ed, but he won't bother arguing the semantics of payoffs to this guy.
"Be civil, Roger! Not everything has to be a fight."
"Alright, we'll settle this civilly." The local smirks as he brandishes a hockey stick from the wall. "How about I get some friends, and you get whatever buddies you got, and we go to the rink down the street for a friendly game?! If I win, you double that cheque."
Zepp knows nothing about hockey, but he wants to make this right by Rebecca. He looks to her and nods silently.
"You got two hours, then you're toast!"
Edward grabs his phone to text Chris Parsons that he needs the GSP's help. After a long pause, he sees ellipses indicating Chris is replying... And after more... of a wait... Ed finally receives a reply in the form of laughing emoticons, hockey puck, fire symbol, skull, and for some reason poop emoji.
- Power Play -
Edward struggled to cobble together a goalie uniform. He holds himself up with the crossbar of the goal and tries to balance himself with the ill-fitting pads and helmet. Roger and his friends hit the ice in unison wearing matching jerseys. They laugh at Zepp as Roger stares at his watch with a toothy grin. It's almost two hours, and there's no sign of the Galactic Sex Pirates. Ed wonders what the hold up is, as an airhorn sounds to make this game 'official'. Defiantly, Ed motions for them to bring it on.
The locals skate around and pass the puck before battering Zepp with slapshots. Ed leans into every shot to block, but he doesn't have the skill to stop the puck after it ricochets off his body. Roger calls for a pass, and he charges toward the trapezoid. Edward steadies himself waiting for the shot, but Roger turns his skates to scrape a cloud of ice dust into Ed's eyes. From there he simply pushes the puck into the net amid Ed's confusion, then celebrates as if he won the Stanley Cup. Ed motions to try again, but Roger throws his helmet off.
ROGER: "Well boys, we could keep playing around... or we can get revenge for what happened at the bar!"
A group of devilish smiles surround Edward. From the stands, Rebecca tries to calm everyone down, but they're having none of it.
Ed Zepp now believes his brother, that the Pirates have stranded him. In the recesses of his brain, he also resents Isaiah for pushing him to return to that bar. As the hooligans circle him, he resigns to his fate and holds up his stick to crack the first attacker above the shoulder blade, snapping the stick in two. The others dive at him... Then the lights in the rink go out. The entrance door flies open. A familiar voice carries over a megaphone.
PARSONS: "We ride at dawn, bitches!"
Storming in from the entrance are the GSP on a giant custom ATV, clad in matching hockey gear! The cart stops by the edge of the ice as Parsons, Rob Riot, Frank Windsor, and Andrew Morgan skate toward Ed's would-be assailants. Parsons hip checks one man and steals a stick to sweep the legs of another. Riot and Windsor clasp their hands to obliterate one with a double clothesline. Two hooligans try to turn tail, but are met with the sudden arrival of a zamboni being shakily steered by Greg Akins, who leaps off the contraption to tackle the two before laying in some punches.
Ed, equally amazed and amused, now sneers at Roger. Roger nervously points to the last of his friends to double up on Ed, but all 385 pounds of Andrew Morgan flies in to take that man out with a body check through the plexiglass! Edward finally gets his hands on Roger. Ed pulls the jersey over his head and lays in a mighty haymaker that drops him immediately. Edward keeps his fist clenched, feeling that was anti-climatic. A hand grabs his shoulder, he turns around defensively to see Morgan, and his lack of balance causes them both to fall in a heap. They help each other back up, and Morgan at 6'11 has the unique occurrence of looking slightly upward.
MORGAN: "Easy, fella. NPW put us against each other, but there's the other two pipsqueaks. We deal with them first, and GSP wins the match no matter what. Deal?"
Ed measures the other giant's intent before nodding.
ZEPP: "Deal."
Parsons skates a circle around Ed before slapping him on the shoulder and throwing him a new shiny jersey.
PARSONS: "Sorry about the wait, you wouldn't believe how many skating rinks are in this town!"
RIOT: "We also had to stop so Frank could eat a pie..."
WINDSOR: "Shut it ya bastard, it's a cheat day!"
Rebecca has scrambled to the ice to retrieve her boyfriend. Ed tries to assist her but she curses and spits at him. He looks forlornly as they leave.
PARSONS: "It's okay buddy. Sometimes you don't get the girl. I mean, not me. I was just with a couple blondes last night and... Well I'll save that story for later. Hey, you want some water? Water boy!"
Chris yells into the megaphone again, and Billy Fowler enters, not wearing a jersey, and struggles carrying a giant water cooler.
FOWLER: "These punishments are ridiculous!"
The group shares a laugh, and Edward concludes his brother is wrong about the GSP. They're competitive but not the barbarians he was warned about. In the realm of wrestling, they're normal. At that moment Greg, holding a rusty knife, screams at the two men he attacked.
ADKINS: "Either of you boys an ORGAN DONOR?!"
Mostly normal.
Edward Zepp stands in front of the The Pour House, the bar that he and Billy Fowler trashed as they fought a group of riled Halifax locals. He re-evaluates his brother's advice to return to this place, but after a heavy sigh he decides to complete the task. He cautiously step inside, but even that makes the floorboards cry and creek. Ed approaches the counter, where one of the girls who conversed with him before the fight is standing, and she's cleaning glass from the countertop. She stares wide-eyed at his presence.
"Oh, you're back... What do you want?"
Ed tries to summon his words. He glances around to see a heavy glass table turned over and a bar stool wedged into a ceiling fan. He probably did that. Ed scoops the table with one arm to flip it upright, then reaches up to pluck the stool from its precarious position and sets it down gently. A nervous smile grows on the woman's face.
"You... wanna help?"
Edward wants to tell this woman how sorry he is for his part in the scuffle. Instead, he wordlessly produces a folded check from his pocket. The woman notices the zeroes and her eyes now nearly roll behind her head.
"Ohmygosh! That means a lot! My family's considering closing because of the damages... I'm Rebecca, by the way."
Zepp returns a friendly gesture, but before he can spit out any syllables, a familiar gruff voice yells out from behind him. "Becca, where's the screwdriver?! I need to- Hey, what the hell are you doin' here!? Talking to my girl again?!" Ed tries to reason with him, remembering how well that went last time.
Rebecca speaks up. "Relax, Roger! He's here to apologize and help us."
Roger sizes up the big man, and then arrogantly snatches the check. "Yeah that sure is generous of you, isn't it? But you're one of those 'professional' wrestlers. I bet you make twice this every day!" That's nowhere near the truth for Ed, but he won't bother arguing the semantics of payoffs to this guy.
"Be civil, Roger! Not everything has to be a fight."
"Alright, we'll settle this civilly." The local smirks as he brandishes a hockey stick from the wall. "How about I get some friends, and you get whatever buddies you got, and we go to the rink down the street for a friendly game?! If I win, you double that cheque."
Zepp knows nothing about hockey, but he wants to make this right by Rebecca. He looks to her and nods silently.
"You got two hours, then you're toast!"
Edward grabs his phone to text Chris Parsons that he needs the GSP's help. After a long pause, he sees ellipses indicating Chris is replying... And after more... of a wait... Ed finally receives a reply in the form of laughing emoticons, hockey puck, fire symbol, skull, and for some reason poop emoji.
- Power Play -
Edward struggled to cobble together a goalie uniform. He holds himself up with the crossbar of the goal and tries to balance himself with the ill-fitting pads and helmet. Roger and his friends hit the ice in unison wearing matching jerseys. They laugh at Zepp as Roger stares at his watch with a toothy grin. It's almost two hours, and there's no sign of the Galactic Sex Pirates. Ed wonders what the hold up is, as an airhorn sounds to make this game 'official'. Defiantly, Ed motions for them to bring it on.
The locals skate around and pass the puck before battering Zepp with slapshots. Ed leans into every shot to block, but he doesn't have the skill to stop the puck after it ricochets off his body. Roger calls for a pass, and he charges toward the trapezoid. Edward steadies himself waiting for the shot, but Roger turns his skates to scrape a cloud of ice dust into Ed's eyes. From there he simply pushes the puck into the net amid Ed's confusion, then celebrates as if he won the Stanley Cup. Ed motions to try again, but Roger throws his helmet off.
ROGER: "Well boys, we could keep playing around... or we can get revenge for what happened at the bar!"
A group of devilish smiles surround Edward. From the stands, Rebecca tries to calm everyone down, but they're having none of it.
Ed Zepp now believes his brother, that the Pirates have stranded him. In the recesses of his brain, he also resents Isaiah for pushing him to return to that bar. As the hooligans circle him, he resigns to his fate and holds up his stick to crack the first attacker above the shoulder blade, snapping the stick in two. The others dive at him... Then the lights in the rink go out. The entrance door flies open. A familiar voice carries over a megaphone.
PARSONS: "We ride at dawn, bitches!"
Storming in from the entrance are the GSP on a giant custom ATV, clad in matching hockey gear! The cart stops by the edge of the ice as Parsons, Rob Riot, Frank Windsor, and Andrew Morgan skate toward Ed's would-be assailants. Parsons hip checks one man and steals a stick to sweep the legs of another. Riot and Windsor clasp their hands to obliterate one with a double clothesline. Two hooligans try to turn tail, but are met with the sudden arrival of a zamboni being shakily steered by Greg Akins, who leaps off the contraption to tackle the two before laying in some punches.
Ed, equally amazed and amused, now sneers at Roger. Roger nervously points to the last of his friends to double up on Ed, but all 385 pounds of Andrew Morgan flies in to take that man out with a body check through the plexiglass! Edward finally gets his hands on Roger. Ed pulls the jersey over his head and lays in a mighty haymaker that drops him immediately. Edward keeps his fist clenched, feeling that was anti-climatic. A hand grabs his shoulder, he turns around defensively to see Morgan, and his lack of balance causes them both to fall in a heap. They help each other back up, and Morgan at 6'11 has the unique occurrence of looking slightly upward.
MORGAN: "Easy, fella. NPW put us against each other, but there's the other two pipsqueaks. We deal with them first, and GSP wins the match no matter what. Deal?"
Ed measures the other giant's intent before nodding.
ZEPP: "Deal."
Parsons skates a circle around Ed before slapping him on the shoulder and throwing him a new shiny jersey.
PARSONS: "Sorry about the wait, you wouldn't believe how many skating rinks are in this town!"
RIOT: "We also had to stop so Frank could eat a pie..."
WINDSOR: "Shut it ya bastard, it's a cheat day!"
Rebecca has scrambled to the ice to retrieve her boyfriend. Ed tries to assist her but she curses and spits at him. He looks forlornly as they leave.
PARSONS: "It's okay buddy. Sometimes you don't get the girl. I mean, not me. I was just with a couple blondes last night and... Well I'll save that story for later. Hey, you want some water? Water boy!"
Chris yells into the megaphone again, and Billy Fowler enters, not wearing a jersey, and struggles carrying a giant water cooler.
FOWLER: "These punishments are ridiculous!"
The group shares a laugh, and Edward concludes his brother is wrong about the GSP. They're competitive but not the barbarians he was warned about. In the realm of wrestling, they're normal. At that moment Greg, holding a rusty knife, screams at the two men he attacked.
ADKINS: "Either of you boys an ORGAN DONOR?!"
Mostly normal.