Post by The Revenant on Jun 16, 2019 16:55:32 GMT -5
The statue stands with all its American boy scout glory with giant red cape and blue tights painted perfectly. That All American is non other than Superman himself, The Canadian Coalition stands below it staring up noticing his awe inspiring presence. Quinn plays on his phone, Kyle looks over a map because he's set in his ways like that, and Rick looks to Superman as if he's a God on Mount Olympus. Quinn speaks without taking his eyes from his phone.
"I don't get how Superman represents the American dream, am I missing something here?"
Kyle not breaking his eyes from his map replies.
"Aliens made the U.S. donchaknow."
"Pssh, and yeah the world is flat too."
Kyle lowers the map and looks to Quinn.
"Not space aliens, I'm talking about non natives who landed in North America. Those types of aliens brought with them the American dream of freedom, one for all… Sorta."
Rick finally speaks up.
"I like Superman… I can see how he represents the American dream, even being an alien. America is the land of opportunity, I mean look at how two non Americans get to represent their respective countries at the 1st ever Alpha Pro Wrestling Monday Night Metal… That doesn't happen just anywhere donchaknow. There's all kinds of nationalities under the APW banner, how awesome is that, eh?"
Quinn gives a half hearted smile and a thumbs up.
"You'll see Quinn, I see a bright future in Alpha for the entire world to enjoy and it starts with a Canadian and an Asi… Where's Keanu Reeves from again?"
"Sowry, what did you say?"
Rick looks away from Superman to Quinn who's broken eye contact with his phone.
"Keanu Reeves is my opponent this week right? I sawr him in 47 Ronin, so I just figured he was Asian…"
"What even made you think Nyeo is Keanu Reeves in the first place?"
"He's The One from The Matrix isn't he?"
Quinn quickly rolls his eyes and albeit refrains from slapping Rick upside the back of the head.
"Two different spellings, buddy… Your opponent this week is Nyeo The Red in the rainbow or something like that… Hold on there's more on him, I was just reading into his history and bio."
Quinn pulls up the page on his phone and begins reading off blurbs of importance.
"Son Nyeo is actually Korean, woo glad we read that, I would've felt the struggle to differentiate him from the other Asian countries… He calls himself a Red Headed Slut, I suppose that's one way to take the piss out of those wanting to bully him, eh? Son of a Korean mob, that has gotta be tough to live up to… Tiger moms is one thing, but a Mob boss for a father who has out of reach expectations for you, no wonder he's so aggressive in the ring, the kid HAS to win… Hmm, says here his in ring style is to pretty much work his opponents down so he can get them down for submissions and what not…"
Quinn looks Rick up and down, who's standing eating a Crispy Crunch candy bar.
"Yeah, good like with that… Sounds to me he's going to come at you like that Captain Canuck guy over Vancouver… You remember that guy, Wolf?"
Kyle folds his map up and places it in his back pocket before answering.
"Oh yes, donchaknow that fella is now teaching senior citizen swim lessons at the community center there. He was quick in the ring and he could work a guy down, eh? I still remember going 10 to 4 in an Ultimate Submission match with him for Stampede, he was tough as nails and didn't know the meaning of quit… I wouldn't imagine this Nyeo kid to be much different, considering he has so much to prove to his self and his father."
Rick finishes eating his candy bar and gives a confused look to Kyle.
"Sowry, why himself?"
"I pay attention to people, it comes with the territory of being a coach and a successful wrestler donchaknow? Nyeo is struggling to identify himself to those around him because be is stricken by fear and it's pretty deep seeded stuff considering his father is a Mob boss… I mean, men of power are all aboot their legacy donchaknow and if Nyeo chooses a lifestyle that jeopardizes said legacy, then he's likely toying with death himself."
Rick runs his eyes and yawns.
"That's pretty deep, Wolf… You just gave this guy more rich layers than a plate of Nanaimo Bars."
"I just want you to know, the guy you're stepping into that ring with has a lot more on his mind than you think and he's fighting for something bigger than the two of you combined. You may be waving our lands beautiful maple leaf flag, but he is waving one of pride filled secrecy and he's fighting the shame that it's unveiling will bring to his family's legacy. That's heavy, eh?"
Quinn butts in.
"Just reading over his lifestyle and history, it all makes sense now. I mean he surrounds himself in the night club scene, the sex, the drugs, the alcohol, and it's all his way of either coping or putting on a front. Damaged doesn't even begin to describe him, I feel bad that he doesn't get to enjoy the same freedoms we do, like our simple road trip through the States, eh? He's too busy trying to be something he ain't, not shore what that's aboot, but one day I'm sure he'll finally catch up with that star that's out of reach of."
Kyle rubs his grey beard for a minute looking at Rick and Quinn interacting over this moment of opponent breakdown, a smile lightly creeps across his face.
"I hate that you're on your own this week, Rick, but you have a chance to prove yourself in singles action nonetheless. You're squaring off with a 145 pound lightweight with whom you outweigh by 210 pounds donchaknow. He's going to have speed on his side, so when you do get a hold of him, you have to make it count. He's going to aim to wind you and he's going to aim to take you off your feet… You're built like a damn zamboni and you're gonna have to run him over, eh?"
Quinn laughs out loud.
"Well I just threw out on social media that I'm taking your poutine away for the time being… Sowry buddy."
Rick frowns.
"Come on fellas, I can do this while still eating poutine, I swear."
"Too late buddy, social media has it now, so everyone is going to be looking to ya to hold up to our promise."
Rick's face turns red as he squeezes his back up Crispy Crunch causing it to burst out of the package and down to the ground below Superman's feet.
"Rick?"
Quinn goes to try to calm Rick, but he lets out a low grizzly bear type growl.
"Sowry…"
"There is no sowry here…"
Kyle attempts to be the voice of reason.
"Now there's no need to get bent out of shape over poutine, I mean are the layers of fries, with the cheese curds, and the gravy, something offered up from the greatest minds of the north? Yes, but at the end of the day it's just food, eh?"
Rick starts turning even more red, resembling the color of the Canadian flag and he slaps his barrel of a chest a few times.
"Poutine is MORE THAN FOOD, YOU HOSERS!"
Rick clinches his fist and starts stamp in place.
"Rick will destroy this puny scared and confused little boy! I will get back my poutine if it's not the last thing I DO!"
Quinn and Kyle slowly step away from Rick's tantrum, leaving him to ramble nonsense to himself. By the car Quinn and Kyle continue their conversation with Rick stampeding in the background.
"Sowry for triggering Rick back there, I just think he needs to work on his cardio a bit this week if he's hoping to keep on his toes against this kid."
Kyle blows it off.
"No worries, Rick can actually use that rage donchaknow. When the match was announced, I went back and pulled up tape on this Nyeo kid, shore you threw out some good background stuff on him, but the tapes is where it's at. He was a competitor in NBW, for four matches one of which was a failed title match, but who's counting, eh? The kid showed me one thing in the tapes and that is his heart and his tenacity in the ring. He didn't face someone who could over power him like our boy Rick can, but his loses were against foes about his size… He may not come out and say it, but Nyeo is facing his biggest challenge to date."
"You may say these words, Wolf, but truth be told, Nyeo doesn't see it this way. He is sleeping on Rick and he's going to come at him, just to chop the big tree down, not knowing Rick is going to be ready. Hell or high water, poutine be damned, I will not let my partner go into this match unprepared."
Kyle nods in agreement and pulls out a package of Jo's Louis chocolate cakes.
"Go give these to your partner then, it may talk him down, buddy."
Quinn takes the cakes and hurries off toward Rick who has taken up chopping away at the base of the Superman statue. Kyle watches as Quinn interrupts Rick with the cakes and Rick's mood quickly changes from rage to joy. Quinn gives Kyle a thumbs and Kyle returns one of his own.
"Good job, you buncha hosers…"
Kyle chuckles and then his phone begins to ring. Kyle pulls his flip phone out and holds it up to his ear.
"How's it going, Rip?"
"Gotta be honest, Wolf, some of us up here are a little worried about Rick flying solo this coming Monday."
"No need to be worried donchaknow. Quinn and I have Rick on track. He will go into Metal with a victory on his mind, I promise."
"Well then, it's all good up here then and God speed old friend."
Kyle instinctively salutes the phone and hangs up, hoping his friends up north are truly reassured of their mission in the States.
"Rick, my boy… We can boost your ego all we want, but it is all on your shoulders, buddy. Maybe part of me wishes they would've picked Quinn over you, just because he has the mouth game and he can superkick his way through any opponent if truly put on the spot. This Nyeo kid is disciplined enough to be a threat and he most certainly is going to bring a fight that you haven't had to face before. I mean I discovered you bouncing for the French Maid in Calgary when we first met… I mean the way you threw that tiny man like a goshdarn javelin when he tried to be a part of the Miss Nude Calgary was a thing of beauty."
Kyle watches Rick belly laughing as Quinn squares off with him.
"You boys are going to make it in these here States and as long as we continue to win, Ol' Rip will continue to fit the bill. I'm counting on you two and you know you can count on me."
Rick picks Quinn up and fireman carries him over to Kyle who's waiting by their royal blue Toyota Corolla.
"You ready to hit the road boss, I'm starting to get a bit famished…"
Quinn struggles free and slides down next to Rick, adjusting his clothes that has obviously bunched up.
"God, you're always hungry, you hoser."
"Now, you two better get it together because Monday is only an eye blink away, donchaknow. Nyeo is going to be ready, how aboot you?"
Rick nods with a big smile on his face.
"Hmph, we will see about that… Cardio starts NOW!"
Quinn quickly gets into the passenger seat as Kyle gets into the driver's seat, locking the doors as both doors shut. Rick begins slapping on the glass.
"Come on guys, this isn't funny!"
Kyle starts to pull away and Rick gives chase.
"Sowry for asking for more food! I'm always hungry!"
Kyle yells back to Rick who's almost catching up to the trunk of the car.
"Hell or high water kid, we're gonna getcha there!"
Rick digs down deep and begins jogging, breathing through each stretch of road he makes his own. Rick begins talking to his inner husky fat kid who's weakness is anything with a sugary outer layer.
"My friends mean well, I can see that, but I'm naturally strong, like the Carnie strong men of the past. Give me a frying pan right now and I'll make me a 12 egg omelette and then I'll fold that pan in half! That's what Ravenous Rick Rage does and it's that kind of strength and determination that makes me a threat to buffets and opponents alike. I know I can do damage at an Uncle Bob's Country Buffet, but these hosers want me to work on my core. They want me to be able to go rounds with Nyeo, like as if the moment I catch him, I won't just tear him in half like a Toronto phone book… I get it, Nyeo sees my bulky appearance and he thinks he's going to flip and jive around me, to work me down… The secret is, I'm deceptively fast for my size. Built like a zamboni with a Maserati engine, donchaknow."
Rick picks up his speed a bit, but Kyle accelerates that much more.
"Nyeo may be some fast striker who works his opponents down with submissions, but he's going to have to over power me to lock a move in on my tree trunk size limbs. I only have to get a hold of him once and it'll be game over… We are here for friendly competition but that doesn't mean we are coming in to be push overs. We are in APW to make their tag team division the best it can be and we are gonna slap our Canadian logo on it to boot."
Quinn pops his head out of the passenger window.
"Run Rick, Run!"
"We are here to do this for our Queen, Seline Dion and for the great white NORTH!"
Rick hits overdrive and is able to tap the trunk of the car and Kyle slows down and pulls off to the side of the road. Rick quickly gets in the back seat.
"You happy?"
Kyle smiles and nods along with Quinn.
"Told ya this was only the beginning. Best gets lots of sleep tonight, because cardio training continues in the morn."
Rick drops his head back against the headrest and lets out a winded sigh.
"Don't you worry, partner, I'll be there all the way to the finish line. You got this, Rick."
Rick doesn't lift his head, he just lets out a tired growl.
"Thank you guys…"
The words hang in the air as the fear of what tomorrow brings rattles in Rick's brain.
"I don't get how Superman represents the American dream, am I missing something here?"
Kyle not breaking his eyes from his map replies.
"Aliens made the U.S. donchaknow."
"Pssh, and yeah the world is flat too."
Kyle lowers the map and looks to Quinn.
"Not space aliens, I'm talking about non natives who landed in North America. Those types of aliens brought with them the American dream of freedom, one for all… Sorta."
Rick finally speaks up.
"I like Superman… I can see how he represents the American dream, even being an alien. America is the land of opportunity, I mean look at how two non Americans get to represent their respective countries at the 1st ever Alpha Pro Wrestling Monday Night Metal… That doesn't happen just anywhere donchaknow. There's all kinds of nationalities under the APW banner, how awesome is that, eh?"
Quinn gives a half hearted smile and a thumbs up.
"You'll see Quinn, I see a bright future in Alpha for the entire world to enjoy and it starts with a Canadian and an Asi… Where's Keanu Reeves from again?"
"Sowry, what did you say?"
Rick looks away from Superman to Quinn who's broken eye contact with his phone.
"Keanu Reeves is my opponent this week right? I sawr him in 47 Ronin, so I just figured he was Asian…"
"What even made you think Nyeo is Keanu Reeves in the first place?"
"He's The One from The Matrix isn't he?"
Quinn quickly rolls his eyes and albeit refrains from slapping Rick upside the back of the head.
"Two different spellings, buddy… Your opponent this week is Nyeo The Red in the rainbow or something like that… Hold on there's more on him, I was just reading into his history and bio."
Quinn pulls up the page on his phone and begins reading off blurbs of importance.
"Son Nyeo is actually Korean, woo glad we read that, I would've felt the struggle to differentiate him from the other Asian countries… He calls himself a Red Headed Slut, I suppose that's one way to take the piss out of those wanting to bully him, eh? Son of a Korean mob, that has gotta be tough to live up to… Tiger moms is one thing, but a Mob boss for a father who has out of reach expectations for you, no wonder he's so aggressive in the ring, the kid HAS to win… Hmm, says here his in ring style is to pretty much work his opponents down so he can get them down for submissions and what not…"
Quinn looks Rick up and down, who's standing eating a Crispy Crunch candy bar.
"Yeah, good like with that… Sounds to me he's going to come at you like that Captain Canuck guy over Vancouver… You remember that guy, Wolf?"
Kyle folds his map up and places it in his back pocket before answering.
"Oh yes, donchaknow that fella is now teaching senior citizen swim lessons at the community center there. He was quick in the ring and he could work a guy down, eh? I still remember going 10 to 4 in an Ultimate Submission match with him for Stampede, he was tough as nails and didn't know the meaning of quit… I wouldn't imagine this Nyeo kid to be much different, considering he has so much to prove to his self and his father."
Rick finishes eating his candy bar and gives a confused look to Kyle.
"Sowry, why himself?"
"I pay attention to people, it comes with the territory of being a coach and a successful wrestler donchaknow? Nyeo is struggling to identify himself to those around him because be is stricken by fear and it's pretty deep seeded stuff considering his father is a Mob boss… I mean, men of power are all aboot their legacy donchaknow and if Nyeo chooses a lifestyle that jeopardizes said legacy, then he's likely toying with death himself."
Rick runs his eyes and yawns.
"That's pretty deep, Wolf… You just gave this guy more rich layers than a plate of Nanaimo Bars."
"I just want you to know, the guy you're stepping into that ring with has a lot more on his mind than you think and he's fighting for something bigger than the two of you combined. You may be waving our lands beautiful maple leaf flag, but he is waving one of pride filled secrecy and he's fighting the shame that it's unveiling will bring to his family's legacy. That's heavy, eh?"
Quinn butts in.
"Just reading over his lifestyle and history, it all makes sense now. I mean he surrounds himself in the night club scene, the sex, the drugs, the alcohol, and it's all his way of either coping or putting on a front. Damaged doesn't even begin to describe him, I feel bad that he doesn't get to enjoy the same freedoms we do, like our simple road trip through the States, eh? He's too busy trying to be something he ain't, not shore what that's aboot, but one day I'm sure he'll finally catch up with that star that's out of reach of."
Kyle rubs his grey beard for a minute looking at Rick and Quinn interacting over this moment of opponent breakdown, a smile lightly creeps across his face.
"I hate that you're on your own this week, Rick, but you have a chance to prove yourself in singles action nonetheless. You're squaring off with a 145 pound lightweight with whom you outweigh by 210 pounds donchaknow. He's going to have speed on his side, so when you do get a hold of him, you have to make it count. He's going to aim to wind you and he's going to aim to take you off your feet… You're built like a damn zamboni and you're gonna have to run him over, eh?"
Quinn laughs out loud.
"Well I just threw out on social media that I'm taking your poutine away for the time being… Sowry buddy."
Rick frowns.
"Come on fellas, I can do this while still eating poutine, I swear."
"Too late buddy, social media has it now, so everyone is going to be looking to ya to hold up to our promise."
Rick's face turns red as he squeezes his back up Crispy Crunch causing it to burst out of the package and down to the ground below Superman's feet.
"Rick?"
Quinn goes to try to calm Rick, but he lets out a low grizzly bear type growl.
"Sowry…"
"There is no sowry here…"
Kyle attempts to be the voice of reason.
"Now there's no need to get bent out of shape over poutine, I mean are the layers of fries, with the cheese curds, and the gravy, something offered up from the greatest minds of the north? Yes, but at the end of the day it's just food, eh?"
Rick starts turning even more red, resembling the color of the Canadian flag and he slaps his barrel of a chest a few times.
"Poutine is MORE THAN FOOD, YOU HOSERS!"
Rick clinches his fist and starts stamp in place.
"Rick will destroy this puny scared and confused little boy! I will get back my poutine if it's not the last thing I DO!"
Quinn and Kyle slowly step away from Rick's tantrum, leaving him to ramble nonsense to himself. By the car Quinn and Kyle continue their conversation with Rick stampeding in the background.
"Sowry for triggering Rick back there, I just think he needs to work on his cardio a bit this week if he's hoping to keep on his toes against this kid."
Kyle blows it off.
"No worries, Rick can actually use that rage donchaknow. When the match was announced, I went back and pulled up tape on this Nyeo kid, shore you threw out some good background stuff on him, but the tapes is where it's at. He was a competitor in NBW, for four matches one of which was a failed title match, but who's counting, eh? The kid showed me one thing in the tapes and that is his heart and his tenacity in the ring. He didn't face someone who could over power him like our boy Rick can, but his loses were against foes about his size… He may not come out and say it, but Nyeo is facing his biggest challenge to date."
"You may say these words, Wolf, but truth be told, Nyeo doesn't see it this way. He is sleeping on Rick and he's going to come at him, just to chop the big tree down, not knowing Rick is going to be ready. Hell or high water, poutine be damned, I will not let my partner go into this match unprepared."
Kyle nods in agreement and pulls out a package of Jo's Louis chocolate cakes.
"Go give these to your partner then, it may talk him down, buddy."
Quinn takes the cakes and hurries off toward Rick who has taken up chopping away at the base of the Superman statue. Kyle watches as Quinn interrupts Rick with the cakes and Rick's mood quickly changes from rage to joy. Quinn gives Kyle a thumbs and Kyle returns one of his own.
"Good job, you buncha hosers…"
Kyle chuckles and then his phone begins to ring. Kyle pulls his flip phone out and holds it up to his ear.
"How's it going, Rip?"
"Gotta be honest, Wolf, some of us up here are a little worried about Rick flying solo this coming Monday."
"No need to be worried donchaknow. Quinn and I have Rick on track. He will go into Metal with a victory on his mind, I promise."
"Well then, it's all good up here then and God speed old friend."
Kyle instinctively salutes the phone and hangs up, hoping his friends up north are truly reassured of their mission in the States.
"Rick, my boy… We can boost your ego all we want, but it is all on your shoulders, buddy. Maybe part of me wishes they would've picked Quinn over you, just because he has the mouth game and he can superkick his way through any opponent if truly put on the spot. This Nyeo kid is disciplined enough to be a threat and he most certainly is going to bring a fight that you haven't had to face before. I mean I discovered you bouncing for the French Maid in Calgary when we first met… I mean the way you threw that tiny man like a goshdarn javelin when he tried to be a part of the Miss Nude Calgary was a thing of beauty."
Kyle watches Rick belly laughing as Quinn squares off with him.
"You boys are going to make it in these here States and as long as we continue to win, Ol' Rip will continue to fit the bill. I'm counting on you two and you know you can count on me."
Rick picks Quinn up and fireman carries him over to Kyle who's waiting by their royal blue Toyota Corolla.
"You ready to hit the road boss, I'm starting to get a bit famished…"
Quinn struggles free and slides down next to Rick, adjusting his clothes that has obviously bunched up.
"God, you're always hungry, you hoser."
"Now, you two better get it together because Monday is only an eye blink away, donchaknow. Nyeo is going to be ready, how aboot you?"
Rick nods with a big smile on his face.
"Hmph, we will see about that… Cardio starts NOW!"
Quinn quickly gets into the passenger seat as Kyle gets into the driver's seat, locking the doors as both doors shut. Rick begins slapping on the glass.
"Come on guys, this isn't funny!"
Kyle starts to pull away and Rick gives chase.
"Sowry for asking for more food! I'm always hungry!"
Kyle yells back to Rick who's almost catching up to the trunk of the car.
"Hell or high water kid, we're gonna getcha there!"
Rick digs down deep and begins jogging, breathing through each stretch of road he makes his own. Rick begins talking to his inner husky fat kid who's weakness is anything with a sugary outer layer.
"My friends mean well, I can see that, but I'm naturally strong, like the Carnie strong men of the past. Give me a frying pan right now and I'll make me a 12 egg omelette and then I'll fold that pan in half! That's what Ravenous Rick Rage does and it's that kind of strength and determination that makes me a threat to buffets and opponents alike. I know I can do damage at an Uncle Bob's Country Buffet, but these hosers want me to work on my core. They want me to be able to go rounds with Nyeo, like as if the moment I catch him, I won't just tear him in half like a Toronto phone book… I get it, Nyeo sees my bulky appearance and he thinks he's going to flip and jive around me, to work me down… The secret is, I'm deceptively fast for my size. Built like a zamboni with a Maserati engine, donchaknow."
Rick picks up his speed a bit, but Kyle accelerates that much more.
"Nyeo may be some fast striker who works his opponents down with submissions, but he's going to have to over power me to lock a move in on my tree trunk size limbs. I only have to get a hold of him once and it'll be game over… We are here for friendly competition but that doesn't mean we are coming in to be push overs. We are in APW to make their tag team division the best it can be and we are gonna slap our Canadian logo on it to boot."
Quinn pops his head out of the passenger window.
"Run Rick, Run!"
"We are here to do this for our Queen, Seline Dion and for the great white NORTH!"
Rick hits overdrive and is able to tap the trunk of the car and Kyle slows down and pulls off to the side of the road. Rick quickly gets in the back seat.
"You happy?"
Kyle smiles and nods along with Quinn.
"Told ya this was only the beginning. Best gets lots of sleep tonight, because cardio training continues in the morn."
Rick drops his head back against the headrest and lets out a winded sigh.
"Don't you worry, partner, I'll be there all the way to the finish line. You got this, Rick."
Rick doesn't lift his head, he just lets out a tired growl.
"Thank you guys…"
The words hang in the air as the fear of what tomorrow brings rattles in Rick's brain.
