Post by boltonboys on Sept 3, 2024 1:36:53 GMT
The gentle sound of a sewing machine and the rustle of fabric fills the small tailor shop in Stockport. The air is scented with the crisp smell of freshly pressed suits, and the gentle chime of a doorbell as customers come and go. BERT EAGLE stands in front of a full-length mirror, his arms outstretched as MR. C.H. RIVERS, an elderly tailor with silver hair and a measuring tape draped around his neck, carefully takes his measurements.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: Hold still now, Bert. We’ll have you looking sharp in no time.
BERT EAGLE: Thank you, Mr. Rivers. I’ve got to look the part, you know? Flying all the way to Tonga to wrestle in front of royalty—it’s not every day a lad from Bolton gets that chance.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: (measuring Bert’s shoulders) Indeed, it’s quite an honor. I heard it’s for the Crown Prince’s birthday?
BERT EAGLE: That’s right... Crown Prince Tupouto'a-'Ulukalala himself. I’m proud to be chosen, especially for something as grand as this. I’ll be meeting royalty, and I want to make sure I do our country proud. Can’t be showing up in just any old thing.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: No, you certainly cannot. I’ll be crafting you this very refined suit with a slim cut, narrow lapels, three or four buttons, and a strongly tapered waist. Single-breasted, of course, and I’m thinking a sharp grey. What do you say?
BERT EAGLE: (admiring the fabric) Sounds perfect, Mr. Rivers. I need something that stands out, but still looks classic. This is just what I was hoping for.
Mr Rivers takes more measurements and scribbles them down on a piece of paper.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: Excellent choice. Now, I hear you’re up against Geo 'Gun Slinger' Irslinger on the first night. Quite the opponent, isn’t he?
BERT EAGLE: Oh, he’s a tough one, no doubt. Former Light Heavyweight Champion of the World. I’m giving up some weight to him, but I’ve got the technique, the speed, and the heart to take him down. That’s what’s going to make the difference, Mr. Rivers. You can bet on that.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: A well-fitted suit and a well-fought match—sounds like you’re prepared for anything.
BERT EAGLE: I am, Mr. Rivers. I’ll step into that ring in Tonga looking like a champ and, with a bit of luck, I’ll be leaving it as one too. This suit’s just the start. When I’m done, they’ll be talking about this match for years.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: And they’ll remember how sharp you looked doing it. I’ll have the suit ready in no time, Mr. Eagle. You’ll be turning heads from Stockport to Tonga.
BERT EAGLE: Cheers, Mr. Rivers. With your suit and my skills, I reckon I’ve got this in the bag.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: Hold still now, Bert. We’ll have you looking sharp in no time.
BERT EAGLE: Thank you, Mr. Rivers. I’ve got to look the part, you know? Flying all the way to Tonga to wrestle in front of royalty—it’s not every day a lad from Bolton gets that chance.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: (measuring Bert’s shoulders) Indeed, it’s quite an honor. I heard it’s for the Crown Prince’s birthday?
BERT EAGLE: That’s right... Crown Prince Tupouto'a-'Ulukalala himself. I’m proud to be chosen, especially for something as grand as this. I’ll be meeting royalty, and I want to make sure I do our country proud. Can’t be showing up in just any old thing.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: No, you certainly cannot. I’ll be crafting you this very refined suit with a slim cut, narrow lapels, three or four buttons, and a strongly tapered waist. Single-breasted, of course, and I’m thinking a sharp grey. What do you say?
BERT EAGLE: (admiring the fabric) Sounds perfect, Mr. Rivers. I need something that stands out, but still looks classic. This is just what I was hoping for.
Mr Rivers takes more measurements and scribbles them down on a piece of paper.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: Excellent choice. Now, I hear you’re up against Geo 'Gun Slinger' Irslinger on the first night. Quite the opponent, isn’t he?
BERT EAGLE: Oh, he’s a tough one, no doubt. Former Light Heavyweight Champion of the World. I’m giving up some weight to him, but I’ve got the technique, the speed, and the heart to take him down. That’s what’s going to make the difference, Mr. Rivers. You can bet on that.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: A well-fitted suit and a well-fought match—sounds like you’re prepared for anything.
BERT EAGLE: I am, Mr. Rivers. I’ll step into that ring in Tonga looking like a champ and, with a bit of luck, I’ll be leaving it as one too. This suit’s just the start. When I’m done, they’ll be talking about this match for years.
MR. C.H. RIVERS: And they’ll remember how sharp you looked doing it. I’ll have the suit ready in no time, Mr. Eagle. You’ll be turning heads from Stockport to Tonga.
BERT EAGLE: Cheers, Mr. Rivers. With your suit and my skills, I reckon I’ve got this in the bag.