Post by Pierce Cavanaugh on Jun 13, 2008 12:59:56 GMT -5
Sometimes it's easier to go at it alone? I firmly disagree. I'm not sure what the lone ranger was thinking, because that doesn't hold the least bit of truth. Try to name one person in historical text that did something great alone. Why do you think Martin Luther King Jr. organized and publicized those marches? Obviously, it was so he didn't have to walk alone. Why do you think Rosa Parks started the bus boycott? Obviously she didn't want to be the only one not riding the buses. Heck, if Custard had got together a whole army, then maybe it wouldn't have been his last stand. So, why anyone suggest that it's easier to do something by yourself is beyond me.
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-Pierce sits at his kitchen table leaning forward with anticipation. He's all dressed up to go out in his classic baby blue suit, which has seen better days. In his right hand he holds his cell phone, which he continues to glance at both to find out what time it is and to debate whether to use it. Finally, he gives in and flips it open and holds the '7' button. He holds the phone to his ear as it begins to ring.
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Pierce: Hey Boot, it's Pierce. I thought I told you we were leaving at 8.
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Pierce: Go on without you? But we are supposed to be looking for a new manager together.
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Pierce: Booty Juice? You are spending way too much time on that stuff and we don't even know if it's going to work.
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Pierce: Your close to finished? How close?
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Pierce: Oh, then I guess I'm flying solo tonight.
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Pierce: No, that's never easier
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Pierce: Alright, peace man.
-Pierce flips his cell phone closed in disgust. Getting up from his chair he fastens one of the buttons on the front of his jackets and walks out the front door.
Pierce: I can't believe this guy. He is working on some kind of secret formula and he thinks that I can go pick out a new manager at a strange club by myself?
-Pierce hails and cab and then climbs into the back seat.
Pierce: Flow off of Walker Ave.
-The cabbie nods as he pulls back into the busy street.
Pierce: And to top off all of his neglect, he has the nerve to tell me that it'll be easier by myself. Nothing is easier by yourself. As I found out not wrestling, not picking up girls...
Cabbie: But apparently you have no problem having a conversation by yourself.
-The cabbie laughs as Pierce turns red in the face. Pierce in anger then pulls the thin piece of glass between them to mock privacy. Pierce sits in silence as they finally reach the destination. He then forks over the ridiculous amount of money that it cost for a cab nowadays. He climbs out of the back seat and towards the club that is brightly lit up in the front. Pierce strolls past the line of people waiting for their chance to get into the club and to the bouncer guarding the entrance with a velvet rope.
Pierce: Cavanaugh. Pierce Cavanaugh. I should be on the list.
-The bouncer looks down to his clipboard, dragging his finger along the list of names. After flipping through the C's he comes up shaking his head.
Bouncer: Nope, sorry man, back of the line.
Pierce: No? Come on I know the owner of the club, he's a big fan of mine. Could you check again?
-The bouncer does a quick second glance and again sees nothing.
Pierce: Oh, check Criminal Intent. That's probably what I'm under.
-The bouncer looks down and finds Criminal Intent on the list.
Bouncer: Okay, how do I know that's you? I need to see some ID.
-Pierce goes through his pocket and finds his Washington state driver's license. He hands it over to the large man who glances at it.
Bouncer: Okay, this proves that you are Pierce Cavanaugh...
-Pierce begins to walk by him, when he grabs him by the scruff of his suit and pulls him back in front of him.
Bouncer:.. but that doesn't prove anything about Criminal Intent.
Pierce: Have you ever seen AWG?
-The bouncer looks at him with skepticism.
Pierce: You know the wrestling business? Criminal Intent? The tag team champions?
-Finally it clicks up stares with the bouncer.
Bouncer: Oh yeah, that's the big German guy.
Pierce: Yeah and I'm his tag team partner.
Bouncer: Oh, your the little pip squeak that fights with him? Why didn't you just say you were with the big German guy. Please right the way.
-Pierce shakes his head and he walks by the guy.
Pierce: I can't even get into a club without some help. But now comes the real challenge, the new manager.
*ROUGHLY 20 MINUTES LATER*
-Pierce sits at the bar with a glass of whisky in his hand as he carries on a conversation with a rather cute brunette.
Pierce: I'm a professional wrestler.
Girl: Really? Do you know the big German guy, Jackboot?
- A smile cracks Pierce's face as this girl seems to be a perfect fit for the job.
Pierce: Actually he's my tag team partner. We are really good friends.
Girl: Really? Do you think I can meet him?
Pierce: Absolutely. He was supposed to come with me tonight, but he is busy with his Booty Juice.
-The girl stares at Pierce with cynicism.
Girl: Booty Juice.
Pierce: Yeah you see he is trying to make this secret juice in his underground lair.
Girl: I'm real sure.
-The girl gets up from the bar and walks into the abyss of dancers. Pierce tries to catch her attention to further explain, but he doubt of his credentials it too great.
Pierce: Wow, I can't do this without Jackboot. Nothing is easy by yourself. I think that's why this singles deal is so attractive to me. It's something that's not so easy. In my tag team matches, it's like second nature. Me and Jackboot always win, but now that I'm on my own, it's harder.
-Pierce sips back at his whiskey.
Pierce: My opponent this week knows quite a bit about both sides of that argument. I've faced off twice against him in tag team action, with his partners Jack Gaither, who please don't even let me get started about, and Badass Brian. Then a couple weeks ago I faced him in singles action for the first time. All of which I've beaten him badly in.
-Pierce finishes off his whisky and turns to the bartender, who weirdly enough was already looking at him and orders another.
Pierce: I mean sure, I rolled him up in the singles match, but was their really any chance at him getting the win anyways? So, now he goes and sets up a table match rematch to prove it was a fluke. Which I'm okay with, because after I take him out I get a shot at Sage Christensen. Unless of course, Jack Gaither beats him.
-Pierce bursts out laughing at him own comment. He then looks around and realizes that the whole bar, including the bartender are staring at him while he makes comments to himself. Embarrassed, he stands up and walks out of the bar. He begins to walk the streets home, instead of getting another expensive cab ride, when Jackboot calls. He flips open his phone to answer.
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Pierce: How did it go?!?!
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Pierce: No not good.
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Pierce: Yeah, it sucks being alone. That's why we need to get a manager A.S.A.P.
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-Pierce sits at his kitchen table leaning forward with anticipation. He's all dressed up to go out in his classic baby blue suit, which has seen better days. In his right hand he holds his cell phone, which he continues to glance at both to find out what time it is and to debate whether to use it. Finally, he gives in and flips it open and holds the '7' button. He holds the phone to his ear as it begins to ring.
...
Pierce: Hey Boot, it's Pierce. I thought I told you we were leaving at 8.
...
Pierce: Go on without you? But we are supposed to be looking for a new manager together.
...
Pierce: Booty Juice? You are spending way too much time on that stuff and we don't even know if it's going to work.
...
Pierce: Your close to finished? How close?
...
Pierce: Oh, then I guess I'm flying solo tonight.
...
Pierce: No, that's never easier
...
Pierce: Alright, peace man.
-Pierce flips his cell phone closed in disgust. Getting up from his chair he fastens one of the buttons on the front of his jackets and walks out the front door.
Pierce: I can't believe this guy. He is working on some kind of secret formula and he thinks that I can go pick out a new manager at a strange club by myself?
-Pierce hails and cab and then climbs into the back seat.
Pierce: Flow off of Walker Ave.
-The cabbie nods as he pulls back into the busy street.
Pierce: And to top off all of his neglect, he has the nerve to tell me that it'll be easier by myself. Nothing is easier by yourself. As I found out not wrestling, not picking up girls...
Cabbie: But apparently you have no problem having a conversation by yourself.
-The cabbie laughs as Pierce turns red in the face. Pierce in anger then pulls the thin piece of glass between them to mock privacy. Pierce sits in silence as they finally reach the destination. He then forks over the ridiculous amount of money that it cost for a cab nowadays. He climbs out of the back seat and towards the club that is brightly lit up in the front. Pierce strolls past the line of people waiting for their chance to get into the club and to the bouncer guarding the entrance with a velvet rope.
Pierce: Cavanaugh. Pierce Cavanaugh. I should be on the list.
-The bouncer looks down to his clipboard, dragging his finger along the list of names. After flipping through the C's he comes up shaking his head.
Bouncer: Nope, sorry man, back of the line.
Pierce: No? Come on I know the owner of the club, he's a big fan of mine. Could you check again?
-The bouncer does a quick second glance and again sees nothing.
Pierce: Oh, check Criminal Intent. That's probably what I'm under.
-The bouncer looks down and finds Criminal Intent on the list.
Bouncer: Okay, how do I know that's you? I need to see some ID.
-Pierce goes through his pocket and finds his Washington state driver's license. He hands it over to the large man who glances at it.
Bouncer: Okay, this proves that you are Pierce Cavanaugh...
-Pierce begins to walk by him, when he grabs him by the scruff of his suit and pulls him back in front of him.
Bouncer:.. but that doesn't prove anything about Criminal Intent.
Pierce: Have you ever seen AWG?
-The bouncer looks at him with skepticism.
Pierce: You know the wrestling business? Criminal Intent? The tag team champions?
-Finally it clicks up stares with the bouncer.
Bouncer: Oh yeah, that's the big German guy.
Pierce: Yeah and I'm his tag team partner.
Bouncer: Oh, your the little pip squeak that fights with him? Why didn't you just say you were with the big German guy. Please right the way.
-Pierce shakes his head and he walks by the guy.
Pierce: I can't even get into a club without some help. But now comes the real challenge, the new manager.
*ROUGHLY 20 MINUTES LATER*
-Pierce sits at the bar with a glass of whisky in his hand as he carries on a conversation with a rather cute brunette.
Pierce: I'm a professional wrestler.
Girl: Really? Do you know the big German guy, Jackboot?
- A smile cracks Pierce's face as this girl seems to be a perfect fit for the job.
Pierce: Actually he's my tag team partner. We are really good friends.
Girl: Really? Do you think I can meet him?
Pierce: Absolutely. He was supposed to come with me tonight, but he is busy with his Booty Juice.
-The girl stares at Pierce with cynicism.
Girl: Booty Juice.
Pierce: Yeah you see he is trying to make this secret juice in his underground lair.
Girl: I'm real sure.
-The girl gets up from the bar and walks into the abyss of dancers. Pierce tries to catch her attention to further explain, but he doubt of his credentials it too great.
Pierce: Wow, I can't do this without Jackboot. Nothing is easy by yourself. I think that's why this singles deal is so attractive to me. It's something that's not so easy. In my tag team matches, it's like second nature. Me and Jackboot always win, but now that I'm on my own, it's harder.
-Pierce sips back at his whiskey.
Pierce: My opponent this week knows quite a bit about both sides of that argument. I've faced off twice against him in tag team action, with his partners Jack Gaither, who please don't even let me get started about, and Badass Brian. Then a couple weeks ago I faced him in singles action for the first time. All of which I've beaten him badly in.
-Pierce finishes off his whisky and turns to the bartender, who weirdly enough was already looking at him and orders another.
Pierce: I mean sure, I rolled him up in the singles match, but was their really any chance at him getting the win anyways? So, now he goes and sets up a table match rematch to prove it was a fluke. Which I'm okay with, because after I take him out I get a shot at Sage Christensen. Unless of course, Jack Gaither beats him.
-Pierce bursts out laughing at him own comment. He then looks around and realizes that the whole bar, including the bartender are staring at him while he makes comments to himself. Embarrassed, he stands up and walks out of the bar. He begins to walk the streets home, instead of getting another expensive cab ride, when Jackboot calls. He flips open his phone to answer.
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Pierce: How did it go?!?!
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Pierce: No not good.
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Pierce: Yeah, it sucks being alone. That's why we need to get a manager A.S.A.P.
