Post by Lord Blake on Oct 18, 2016 1:33:03 GMT
“GOOOOOODDAMIT SON!” his father shouted as he picked himself up. “What the goddamn are you thinking?”
Lord looked down at his feet and kicked some branches.
“You don't understand, dad. I have to wrestle my girlfriend next week.”
The rage in Adam Blake's eyes didn't disappear, but his grandfather, Scott, shook his head.
“It's pretty screwed up, Adam. Imagine if they made you fight Daryl.”
The rage stayed in Adam’s eyes. “They did make me fight Daryl!!”
“You barely had to fight mom though. You didn't even look at each other during WarGames.”
“She hit her finisher and eliminated me from the match!”
“Ugh, Dad this isn't about you right now.”
Lord climbed into the tree stand in the middle of the Canadian forest. It was the annual Thanksgiving hunt and while Lord hadn't ever expressed interest in it, he thought he could use the opportunity to learn about wrestling from his family that knew too much about it. It was probably the brightest idea he'd ever had. Scott Blake and Ryan Hunter climbed into the adjacent tree stand leaving Adam to roll his eyes and get into the same stand as his son. Wanting to avoid another outburst from Lord's rifle, Adam gave a sympathetic sigh.
“Now listen son, it’s not as bad as it seems. No one is balling up your fist for you and making you use that power to throw a punch at her face. When you’re put in a situation, you’re entirely responsible for how you handle it. She isn’t the only person on the other side of the ring so stop focussing on that. Lay out this girl you’re teaming with and let your girlfriend pin -”
He’s cut off.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I just can’t. Raven will get fired if I do.”
Adam shakes his head, trying to connect the dots without any background info, but fails.
“Oh. Uh. Then teach your girlfriend the same superkick I taught you. Have her use it on the other guy and then -”
Cut off again.
“No Dad. That’s a quick way for me to lose my title.”
Again, with no supporting information of this match Adam can only shake his head.
“What are these rules? Is this normal? Christ, you or Raven just lie down for each other then.”
“We can’t. That shows we can’t cooperate with our partn -”
This time it’s Adam cutting off Lord.
“Jesus! Is this wrestling now?? I literally have nothing. Use those fists to punch her in the mouth and knock her out, the girl probably has a glass jaw. You’ve got like, a-hundred pounds on her and you can wrestle her to the ground easily. Just don’t try to chase her. Only an idiot would chase around someone who is clearly faster and more agile than them. You’re not an idiot, are you son?”
Scott shouts over from the second tree stand.
“Of course he’s not! Here’s what ya do, Lord: you go to work on Archer. Raven goes to work on Emma. Obviously you have to use the strength advantage that you know you have over Archer. Raven will have to dart around the ring to get Emma all frazzled and whatnot. Keep your back to those two though. If you're back is turned, no one can accuse you of not cooperating when you fail to save your partner. Everyone knows RSW doesn’t enforce the rules so it won't be an issue that you keep to the outside of the ring and far away from them. From there it's a matter of which one of them gets pinned first. If she pins Emma and you lose, so be it. If you can pin Archer first, all the better. You've got this, sport!”
Everyone looked at old Scott Blake, just astounded at his knowledge of the rules.
“What? I watch every week.”
Lord processed all the information his grandfather gave him and his face lit up.
“Thanks Gramps, that DOES make sen-”
KABOOM!
Lord's rifle shot off unexpectedly firing a round into the sky again. A few seconds later a black bird tumbled to the ground, dead. A raven...
