Ch. 02: It's time to Prepare for war!!!!

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It's time to Prepare for war!!!!

Priest Vs. Grenier

“Damn..”

Sgt. Holbrook, a name that’s stuck with me for years.. I muttered out from under my breath as I stared out the window from with inside this shit hole roadside diner. Where was I looking you wonder or for better or worse what was it that I was looking at to better answer your question. Well that was easy, the 1967 black Chevy Impala SS Sport Sedan, the very vehicle my daddy left behind for me.

“Hey hun what can I get yea?”

Could be heard coming from the side of me as I turned, one of the diner’s waitresses was standing at the side of my table.

Christopher Priest: “Well Sherle..”

I replied having gotten her name from her name tag.

Sherle: “Well I can see you can read, so ugh still deciding I take it?”

Christopher Priest: “Unfortunately..”

Fuuuuuck.. a lot has changed over the course of four years since leaving the core behind all those years ago, I thought to myself. Fast forward to now, every morning when I look at the man standin' across from me in the mirror, I ask myself the same fuckin' question. Was it worth it? It doesn't change the fact that things happened the way they did..

Nor does it bring back Jackson or the fact how shit had fuckin’ played out that day.. It’s still the same damn war at the same damn front-line, just not overseas in some shithole country for that matter, but right god damn here in our damn backyard unfortunately..

You know they say everything happens for a reason and that may just be the damn case as I’m still fuckin’ searchin' for the light at the end of the tunnel seeing how I haven’t fuckin’ found it. I mean I return home only to be told ‘Hey yea Priest, we got somethin’ for yea..”

What the fuck was I thinking back then you know.. Never thought the squadron and I would have had to bury one of our own at least not under those circumstances.. Then, then to finally catch a fuckin’ break in capturing that asshole he and his siblings evade us once again..

You’d think lady luck would have let us get one of em, but noooooooooo not yet, just teasing us at every damn turn it had seemed until recently when we found that damn list..

Christopher Priest: “Soon..”

I mutter out underneath my breath as I do, Sherle can be seen having made her way back over to me.

Sherle: “So whatchya havin’ hun?”

Christopher Priest: “Let me have a cheeseburger and some French fries..”

Sherle: “What about the other two?”

As she asks that, both Gabriel and Matthias walk in and shout-out “Whatever the boss there is havin’ we’ll have also!”

Christopher Priest: “Well Sherle you heard ‘em!”

I state as I look up from where I’m sitting, Sherle nods with a smile before walking off to place the order.

Christopher Priest: “Well boys I got word from the Watcher I’ll be taking on an OCW Hall of Famer in the name of Bob Grenier..”

As Cross and Saint hear the news, they can be seen looking a bit confused.

Gabriel Cross: “Wait, what Hall of famer?”

Matthias Saint: “Exactly what I was wondering..”

Christopher Priest: “Oh.. not from Outcast but from Online boys..”

As Priest states that, both men can be seen looking at one another looking no longer confused.

Christopher Priest: “It gets even better that match is a boot camp match whatever the fuck that means, probably some stupid stipulation, either way it really doesn’t matter in the end now does it boys?”

Cross & Saint: “Nah not really, either way in the end you’re going to make a statement..”

Priest smiles before speaking again.

Christopher Priest: “Agree, in the end a statement will be made, that is a fact. Though in the next couple of days we’re going to need to stop to train, well at least I will be needing to, you know..”

Gabriel Cross: “Right and well Priest we’re here if you need us as you know.”

Christopher Priest: “I may just take you up on that offer Cross, but we’ll see..”

As I said that Sherle returned with our plates, the cheeseburgers and French fries looked phenomenal, the buns could be seen having that butter glaze on them, as Sherle set the plates in front of both Cross and Saint, they wasted no time in digging into their burgers.

Christopher Priest: “Thanks Sherle, the burgers look amazing.”

As Priest complimented Sherle on the burgers she had brought out to us, a smile formed on her face, knowing someone had appreciated the food brought out to them. As she did I picked up my burger and bit into it, juices from the burger dripped down my face.

As the scene slowly begin to fade out to darkness as me and the boys continued to chow down on the three meals that had been presented to us, one thing I thing was certain and that’s this, we damn well weren’t expecting the burgers to be as delicious as they truly were and I think that was a fact we all could have agreed on..

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[•REC]

Allow me to introduce myself to you Bobby, the name is Priest, as in Christopher fuckin’ Priest, old man and don’t you forget it. You know upon hearing I was going to be squaring off against you not just in my debut match here in the OCW, but also on its flashship show Anarchy I was a bit nervous you could say..

Though you know the more I thought about it, the more that nervousness slowly began to dissipate just like it had the very first time I had ventured out with my squadron overseas.. Sure you could say that nervousness is still there a little bit, I’d be lying if I said otherwise.

I’d like to think you Grenier are a little nervous as well going up against someone like me, someone who in my service days would be referred to as a ghost, as well.. to you that’s exactly what I am an anomaly. I am nothing like you’ve faced in your past and I think you’d be a damn fool to think otherwise.

You see Grenier, I’ve done my homework on you, I know you’re from the old guard, I know you’ve got an impressive track record 57 wins, 36 losses and single draw. I know you’re a 3 time rDw Champion, a one time OCW champion, the very championship Synn curried on over with her from the old guard and a Hall of famer in both of those two promotions.

Sure.. sure you could say I didn’t mention any of the other accomplishments you’ve achieved over the years like being the winner of the Mike Roth Memorial Tournament, though impressive sure, none of that fucking matters not here at least..

Though I will say it sure does look good on a resume especially for a company looking for starpower like Outcast Championship Wrestling is, clearly you caught the attention of the higher-ups with some of those accolades I’m sure..

But to a guy like me, a guy who doesn’t give to shits about all that glossy bullshit, it means absolutely nada, nothing cinch. You see that's what brings me back to what I originally was saying when I said I am not like anything you’ve faced off against in your colorful career.

Nada. You see I am not some rich kid, nor am I some creepy gothic monster or some unhinged psychopath or some high caliber athlete, though nor am I your average joe or your run of the mill, cookie-cutter wrestler who trained under some wrestling legend..

However, I can tell you from hearing the announcement that our match isn’t going to be some typical match, like a traditional singles bout, but rather a boot camp match. I can tell you what you can expect from this asshole who you’ll come to square off against on July 25th is one thing and that this..

It’s simple really Bobby, one word can pretty much sum up what’s coming on the 25th of July and that is this: WAR. I may not be some career grizzled veteran in this sport like you are, but you see I came here, here to the OCW to fight. And fight I fucking will. I don’t care who you are friends with, Hell I don’t care if they get involved in our match, I’ll knock their damn block clean off and that’s not a threat, that’s a damn promise.

I didn’t sign that damn contract to make friends nor did I come here looking to build relationships with anyone but the two men I walked into this establishment with. You see Bobby I am here to win and win I will at all cost as like with any war, there's casualties. I am here to do one thing and that's to forge and solidify myself a legacy of my own just as you have over your storied career.

I may not be some grizzled wrestling veteran, but I damn well will guarantee you the ass-whooping of a lifetime. Oh and Grenier if you think I’m all talk, just you wait as you’ll see I am far from that.

I may not have the experience like you, but I’m not some newbie either. I've had my fair share of fights over the years. I’ve faced off against drunks, bikers, egotistical pricks and one thing they’ve all had in common at the end of night, they all stayed the fuck down.

I don’t care if you know or care to do your damn homework on me or even care to know what my damn name is, either way at the end of our bout you damn well will know who I am and that I can guarantee you and the rest of the damn shit stains here in Outcast.

I am not expecting a cake walk by any means, nor expecting you to take an easy on me. I’d be a damn fool to think that and that I am not, but as I damn well know and know you know this as well the OCW has some of the best damn talent currently signed in the industry and well, I am one of them..

One thing is certain at the end of the day this match is about who is the hungriest and who is going to fall to the wayside. Will it be the storied career veteran? Or will it be the hungry war-driven asshole with a damn chip on his shoulder?

Just in case you forgot who the hell I am.

Allow me to fucking remind you again exactly who the fuck I am..

My name is CHRISTOPHER PRIEST and I am the squadron leader of the Dogs of War.

Together the three of us, we look to bring suffering and a world of hurt to whoever dares get in our way of accomplishing our goals. Let it be known this is a declaration to all of you here within the OCW and not just Bobby Grenier here!!