Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 19:56:40 GMT -5
Post Lights Out! Seventeen, we find that the official Union Battleground YouTube has uploaded a video. Watching the playback on the screen, we can confirm that this was recorded VIA someone’s cell phone. Modern day technology, folks. Who was filming, we’re not completely sure. But what we sure on is that we follow one half of the Firing Squad - Noah Reigner - as he enters this random bar, on a random side street in Addington, New Zealand. Noah received a fair amount of looks and stares as he entered and made his way to the bar. If it wasn’t for the fact that perhaps some of these people knew of, or were aware of him - it was due to way he arrogantly carried himself by the way he walked. Stopping at the bar, Noah leaned forward - placing both elbows of his leather biker style jacket onto the bar top. He placed his cell phone down next to his hand before lifting his eyes and searching for the bartender. It was a few moments before he made his way over, and when he did Noah promptly ordered his drink of choice. As if it were on cue, as soon as he walked away, Noah’s cell phone lit up and began to vibrate on the bartop. The screen of the phone showed an image of Noah’s (estranged?) girlfriend, Brooklyn Kanojvic. Noah’s eyes dropped to the phone, and then lifted back up - waiting on his drink. He was ignoring the call. A moment passed and the phone stopped ringing, only to start again a few seconds later. Brooklyn again. Noah didn’t notice New Zealand’s own - and co-Union Battleground athlete, Trey Gambill approaching the bar. Trey leaned on the bar in a way similar to Noah. Noah, who had his drink by now, still didn’t notice. He took a drink from his glass, his eyes never leaving the mounted television above the bar. Trey noticed the phone ringing, though. “You going to answer that, mate?”
His voice ripped Noah’s attention from the New Zealand version of SportsCentre. Noah first looked over his shoulder to Trey, then down to his phone. Sighing a frustrated sigh, he picked up the phone - clicked the lock button again, thus canceling the call - and slipped it into his pocket. “Nah, didn’t plan on it.” He replied, nodding his head once and taking another drink.
Almost immediately the phone began ringing again. “You don't mind then?” Trey snagged the phone that was half-hanging out of Noah’ pocket and dropped it into the Jack and Coke idling on the bartop.
Noah jumped to his feet, knocking the barstool behind him onto the floor, both his fists up and ready to swing. Trey matched him in speed, getting to his feet just as fast and ready to throw a punch of his own if he had to.
Trey was the first one to back down however, putting his hands out defensively and trying to calm Noah. He looked to the side and cringed at his own rash decision to silence Noah's phone.
“Listen mate, wrong foot.” He stuck his hand out. “Trey.”
Noah looked at the hand. Trey looked at the hand. When Noah made no move for it, Trey lowered it.
“I know who you are.”
Trey sighed.
“Truth? Was hoping I'd run into you before I left town. This Union place… it's fucked. I just lost to a four foot Christmas tree. Being back in this part of the world, it's throwing me off. I know the “great” Noah Reigner has been around the block in this company. Was hoping I could get some pointers.”
Noah, who removed the cell phone from the drink he now chugs down. Slamming the empty glass onto the bar top, motioned for another drink. As the bartender turned and left to make the drink, Noah turned to Trey. “Yeah, don’t become emotionally attached to anyone and walk in on them fucking someone.” Trey arched an eyebrow, which is when Noah shook his head - correcting himself on the situation. “Pointers. Don’t let a four foot Christmas tree beat you in your first match. And if you do, maybe make a statement before you take a loss. Like knocking out a tooth or something.”
He referenced his latest loss at Relapse where he knocked out Alex Kincade’s tooth. Trey downed the last suds in his glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I knew this was a fuckin mistake. You're not the guy who knows enough to help a mate out. Thought I was comin’ in here and talkin’ to a real pro. Someone who's been around this Union environment and knows how to succeed around here. I didn't just lose to a goddamn Christmas tree, I lost because of these fucks in New Zealand and the rest of the Pacific won't be any better.
“I’m looking for someone to watch my back from these fuckin’ fans. Someone to help me succeed here. It's clear that that ain't you though. I'll find someone else around here.”
Trey slammed his empty glass down on the counter and started stomping toward the bar door. “Hold on..” Noah placed his drink on the counter, turning and taking a few jog-steps to catch up to Trey. “You want someone to help you? I got you, dude. I’ll show you the ropes around here.” Trey’s facial expression changed from disappointment when a smirk began to form on his lips. Noah then walked ahead of Trey, turning around and walking backward out of the door. “And you owe me a new phone.”
Noah smirked and walked out with Trey following, and the camera cuts to black.