A Foot Ahead

The weather is perfect in Eau Claire, not too hot, not cold. Morgan Goldward gleefully squeals as she tails behind a short, little Asian lady...that we know as Jen Ryette and whenever there is  Morgan and Jen, there is Brett Carson and Cera, both seemingly in a foul mood. The whole gang make their way steadily toward the museum, as the smell of freshly cut wood and pine wafts throughout the area. Planted trees surround the outside of the establishment, which is comprised of multiple log cabins, wooden structures, and the like. On either side of the main building are statues littering the grounds, of  Babe the Blue Ox, and the famous Paul Bunyan himself. Through doors and windows you could see a few exhibits and decor directly relating to lumberjacks and the culture surrounding them. To the right is a series of tents dedicated to the well known US Open Chainsaw Sculpture Championship... with intricately designed wooden sculptures all over, of different shapes, sizes and art styles.

This whole "bonding" activity hasn't gotten off to a great start as Brett and Cera have yet to actually interact with each other. Morgan's been eyeing Jen and Jen...well...she's being Jen. 

"Can someone please explain to me why the hell we're at a bloody logging camp? Morgan? Ryette?! ANYONE!?" Brett proclaims in frustration as he flails his arms in the air. Ever since he was quote unquote screwed out of the title he's been in a rather pissy mood...today isn't different, in fact with the circumstances of being with Cera and Jen...it only makes his mood worse.

"I'd like to know as well." Cera also pipes up, taking a drink from an extremely expensive looking flask. "This place, and the people  it's practically idolizing, are far too uncouth for someone like me to even think about... let alone gallivant around monuments to the history and customs..."

"Awww don't be a grumpy bear, Ceraa! This can be fun if ya use yer... imaginaaaation!" Jen replies with that usual giddy attitude.

"Fun for those not nearly as classy as someone who holds themself in higher esteem." Cera pointedly puts a hand to her chest, before shooting a glare the other three's way. "I'm fucking surrounded by people of lesser value... and intelligence. What a pain."

A scoff is heard immediately after Cera's comment, Brett shakes his head with a sly smile...

 "Lesser value and intelligence...huh. I'm the smartest wrestler going today and if it weren't for your lovely little sister I'd be the smartest CHAMPION going today." Brett points to his temple before continuing on, "Clearly questioning my value and intelligence shows me that you yourself have lost some brain cells...maybe it's the chair shots to the head..." He sneers at Cera as they continue their hike towards the building

The Baddest Bitch tenses, as Jen's lips form an 'o', and the taller woman's left eye twitches slightly. "Don't ever refer to that worthless trash as my sister..."

The sour look fades from her face and is replaced with an amused one, "However, I never questioned your intelligence. I merely said mine is superior. But you immediately jumped to such an ignorant conclusion... thus, proving my point..."

"Why can't weee be friends, why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends, why can-" Jen starts singing, but is quickly interrupted by an irritated Cera...

"That aside... we both have a quick temper and big head, so trying to one-up one another won't exactly benefit us this week..."

"I overheard Jev saying that Brett has a big head too..." Morgan grins as she glances at Brett. Jen herself raises an eyebrow at the surprisingly perverted comment made by the teenager. 

"Remember who your ride back home is, brat." Brett barks back before glancing towards Cera and giving her a nod in agreement, "Whatever these two imbeciles have come up with...It'd be in our best interests to work with it and get through this as quickly as possible..." He agrees as he lags behind the rest of the group...

"Just as long as you remember your place..." Brett murmurs under his breath as he slightly shakes his head. A little frustrated at the task he might have ahead of him.

They finally reach the main entrance but before anyone can go ahead and enter the building Jen Ryette hops and turns so she's facing the rest of the group, throwing her arms out in order to block anyone from walking past her. She has a wild grin on her face as most psychotic little Asians would.  Morgan stops in awe at the sight of Jen, one of her many idols since she's started her "studying" of professional wrestling. 

"Alllriighty! There's dis fancy pants, wood sculpture building tournament championship thingy, there's all dem statues of BABE! and the big, bad Paul Bunyan himself. So we can rooaam and have fun and do wood related activities! Then we meet back here...Mmmkay?" 

"Sounds great!" 

"Sure..."

"Whatever."

You can practically guess who replied with what in that sequences with the last two replies being rather dreary and unenthusiastic, fitting of the current moods of Cera and Brett. Morgan squeals randomly with excitement, her eyes pooping out wildly much like Jen's eyes. 

"I'm just super duper pumped to hang out with one of my heroes...I never thought I'd actually get to hang out with her in person but here I am..." Morgan grins and squeals once more as Cera herself smirks slightly as she nods slightly towards Morgan who...ignores her?, "Here I am....Hanging out with THE Jen Ryette!" 

Cera's eyes widen, taken aback by the swerve that Morgan pulled on her, "...Jen?" 

"Me?" Jen adds, with a glimmer of surprise in her eye too although she seems proud that she has a fan.

"I've watched all of the Jen Ryette segments, the skits with Spaz and Hazzy-cat as well as all her in-ring moments! I just finished watching that Dildo On A Pole match with Vinny Moretti actually...What a battle!" Morgan exclaims, as she recalls the moments from the rather disturbing match that took place a while back between Seth Iser's manager Vincent Moretti and Jen. 

Cera's eye twitches slightly before she simply shakes her head, "My comment on being surrounded by people of lesser value and intelligence remains..."  She mutters. 

"Jen, that wood sculpture championship thingy you mentioned earlier sounds pretty cool...We should check that out first." Morgan points over to the tents with all the intricately sculpted wooden statues and art pieces. 

"Mmmmkay. TO THE WOOD SCULPTURE THINGY!" Jen shouts before hopping into a heroic like pose...

Brett sighs, shaking his head at the time that's being wasted in the museum. Morgan, Brett and  Jen begin to make their way towards the tents before Jen realizes that Cera hadn't budged from her position in front of the main building...She drops her shoulders in disappointment at Cera's lack of cooperation. 

"C'monnnn, Cera-burr!" Jen waddles over to her and latched her small arms around the towering Cera and began to tug at her, trying to drag her along but to no avail, "We've gotz tah goooo!" Jen mumbled, tugging at Cera after mumbling each word. 

Cera pushes Jen off of her, annoyed at the constant nagging from the little Asian psychopath.

"I find sawdust to be quite irritating, in fact....I find being HERE to be quite irritating but since there's nothing that can be done, I'll hang around here,  perhaps I'll find new toys to maim you with." Cera grits her teeth and sneers down at Jen who's mouth once again forms the shape of an 'o'

"Promise?" Jen simply replies causing Morgan to giggle a little before turning her attention to Morgan and a disturbed and disgusted Brett Carson, "You peoplez go on ahead, Ima stay wif da grumy bear!" She glances up at Cera whose folded her arms in an uninterested manner. 

Brett rolls his eyes, just as frustrated about being here as Cera is but he half willingly turns around and heads down to the Chainsaw Sculpture Championship tents with Morgan sheepishly following behind. A table sits in front of all the madness of wood sculpting and behind the table is a lady in her mid-30's by the looks of things. 

"Hi guys, assuming you're here to sign up for the US Open Chainsaw Sculpture Championship?" The lady enthusiastically questions, putting the point of a pen onto what one can assume is the sign up sheet. Morgan nods to which the lady fills out the form, asking them the ordinary questions of names, where they're from, what they do etc. 

After a few moments of waiting, Brett and Morgan are able to move on forward to where they have to put on safety gear, pick up a few tools. They are given a quick rundown of how to use the tools before Brett goes forth and examines a large piece of what would've once been a tree trunk.  The thick piece of wood is laid vertically on two tables. 

"So Brettster...Whaddya wanna carve up? A bunny? A manatee? A wooden gargoyle?" Morgan eagerly shoots off different ideas for what they might carve...Brett simply glares at her with a look of concern, "What?" She questions, slightly raising her eyebrow. 

"Something went radically wrong in the Goldward household I swear...." He mutters before revving up the chainsaw and begins to carve out all the unwanted bark and branches.

The loud rattling coming from the chainsaw increases to a ear piercing shriek as the blade cuts into the wood, Morgan starts up her smaller handheld chainsaw and begins to carve away at the wood too. Brett exchanges the chainsaw for different tools throughout the carving process, using chisels, sanders and all sorts of woodworks tools that he's  decently familiar with from his time in high school. After a few moments you can begin to tell that he's carving out the wood into a shape of some sort of being, with a bit more sawing and carving one half of the trunk has become a roughly carved deer or buck of sorts as Morgan and Brett carve up the other side to match.

An audience begins to grow around the pair as the spend a solid amount of time carving out the product that can now be seen as two bucks locks horns. Brett takes a sander and begins to smoothen the surface that has become a delightful looking statue. Morgan helps out by finishing up with a few final rubs of sandpaper before they both take a step back.  People around them observe the sculpture, a few applaud at the impressive work. 

"It looks awesome, Brettykins..." Morgan gasps, tired from all the physical work she's done. 

Brett nods, staring intently at the piece. It's not done to the standards of winning the championship but it was still an unexpected finished product. 

"It's missing something..." Brett mumbles, he slowly picks up a chainsaw and revs up the chainsaw before he lets the blade eat right into the leg of one of the bucks. 

Morgan startles forward in an effort to stop Brett from destroying the product but it's far too late as he chops off one of the legs of one of the bucks before killing the chainsaw and placing it back on the dirt ground. 

Now it's a roughly carved statue of one four legged buck locking horns with a three legged buck...

"That's more accurate..." Brett mutters, as the sly smirk transitions back into a look of focus. 

"What the hell are you blabbering on about?! You just ruined the sculpture we worked so hard on..." She exclaims, frustrated at Brett's decision to remove the foot of one of the bucks. 

"You don't see it do you? This resembles one half of what I...no, what Cera and I face this coming Breakthrough. Two bucks...Two creatures of the forest will lock horns, almost equal to each other but with a little difference between the two..." Brett explains as he points down to the decapitated leg of one of the horned creatures. 

"The foot..." Morgan finishes the thought...

Brett nods as he points to the handicapped deer, "Mhm...This is Seifer Black, he stands at 6'7" and weighs 250 pounds....yet miraculously he's light enough to soar through the air and risk it all. He's a risk taker...a man who should be powerbombing and rag dolling his opponents is instead nailing them with high flying moves." He scoffs slightly at the dangerous feats that Seifer puts himself through each week, "That is the difference between Seifer Black and myself..."

Brett moves his hand towards the buck that has all four legs still, "I have my feet firmly planted on the ground. I am smart...I know my boundaries and I know my limits. Seifer knows no limits and he'll pay for that mistake with the price of defeat at the hands of Cera and myself..." He finishes as Morgan listens intently...

"So in a way you could say you're a foot ahead of Seifer before the match can even start?" Morgan inquisitively asks, glancing up at her guardian. 

"Something like that..." He replies, "Either way we're done here...somehow I managed to squeeze something useful out of this trip." Carson removes all his safety gear and places them on a table, Morgan follows suit before they both turn around and exit through the small crowd that begin to scatter again to observe other pieces...