Post by Dave D-Flipz on Nov 10, 2022 23:59:41 GMT -5
*THUMP!*
*THUMP!*
*BANG!*
*The cameraman walks into a training gym for TAPOUT in the Sands hotel, there is a thumping sound from the locker room. In the practice ring are six local talents hired by Cross Recoba and his other donors. They are currently making activity with each other, waiting for the man who called them out to this event at cost to the company. The cameraman follows into the adjoining locker room and finds a scowling mountain of muscle and anger. An angry, rage-filled, ashamed, beaten, Australian stands in the room, in his wrestling gear, punching the ever loving shit out of the lockers and the benches. His hands are taped up and mildly scraped but not damaged, the weapons he keeps on his wrists are used to this kind of punishment.*
Tucker: I’m pretty bloody sure that Mr. Recoba is not gonna ‘preciate you damaging the hotel after failing so spectacularly at End of Days.
*A fist wheels around and strikes a locker next to Tucker’s head with a CRASH leaving the door dented into uselessness. Aiden Merric leans into his friend’s hairy face with a scowl.*
Merric: You shouldn’t outta of said that Bernard …
*Gulp!*
Tucker: Duly fucking noted, sir. You are not taking this loss as well as you usually do, Merric.
*WHAM! A fist slams down on the bench next to Tucker and Aiden’s back can be seen rippling with tense muscle. He is focused beyond any focus he has had since we’ve seen him in XHF*
Merric: Yes, imagine that. Who would have thought I’d be upset about being taken advantage of by that false God, then pinned by a ruddy bear costume! WHO WOULD THINK THE PROUD HUNTER WOULD BE UPSET ABOUT BEING FELLED BY A JOKE … and disappointing the first person to actually show faith in my abilities? So, yes, I’m BLOODY IRRITATED!
*Aiden takes his leave of the locker room, with every locker dented, some more than others, and every bench looking worse for wear. Tucker breathes a sigh of relief and point the cameraman out of the room to follow Aiden to the ring. As Aiden comes back into view we hear him talking to himself.*
Merric: Fucking hell. If Cross showed faith in me before, he can damn sure pay these guys’ salaries to get my back into fighting shape. I will make this contract worth his while. Aiden Merric is NOBODY’S disappointment. This Tapout crowd WILL see the true potential of the Outback’s finest export. I don’t care who gets in my way, I will rearrange faces and win this next match. I don’t care if I have to carry my partner to victory on my back. I don’t care if I have to knock him out too. Victory is my quarry today.
*The cameraman approaches the ringside area as Aiden slides into the ring and whistles through two fingers in his mouth. The men in the ring all cease their fun and turn to him and stand ready.*
Merric: Alright you fine blokes, time to earn your pay. Your job is to attack me two at a time until I say I’m done. Don’t hold back. And … try to have fun.
*He shotguns a VB and tosses the can from the ring. He gets into a fighting stance and lets the men attack him. Two of them leap onto his back and try to choke him out. He whirls around and tosses them off before landing a right hand haymaker right to the nose of guy 1.*
Merric: Not as highly skilled as I’d hoped. But this should approximate that drongo, Strychnine. A useless husk of a man. Come on, surely Las Vegas has some more oomph in it than these to ruddy wanna be wrestlers.
*He whirls like a madman and punches the second in the gut. He then beckons to the third and fourth before tossing guy 2 into them like a battering ram. All four men stay down. At this point Tucker approaches the ring.*
Tucker: I ain’t never seen Merric this focused. He is on a warpath. He actually wants approval. Well bully for him. *calling out* What about this Jackalope fella? I thought you’d be excited to hunt an actual cryptid.
*Aiden smirks and looks over his shoulder at Tucker. The other two men charge and tackle him. He struggles with them. One tries to lock in a knee bar, the other an Anaconda Vice.*
Merric: HA! This is more like it. Crafty. Like that creature. Honestly Tuck *grunts in pain*, normally I’d be all aces about that. But at this point I need to focus on winning more than fun. I’m sure Jackalope has enough on his plate. He can be a task for another day. All I need to know now, is does he bleed? Does he feel pain?
*Aiden manages to kick off the guy at his feet and rolls to his knees. He then clotheslines the head right off of the guy. The leg guy leaps at him and gets caught by the pop up European uppercut. Aiden glistens with sweat. He stands tall and smiles.*
Merric: This ain’t the time fer words, Tuck. I’m ready. I’m in the best shape of my life. And I am angry with a chip on my shoulder. Nothing personal to any of you three in this match. But I am hogging the glory here. You can all cry later, but I intend to make that investment in my abilities pay off. And if I ain’t the X*Crown champ or in the running for the inaugural champ here? I am going to build my winning streak. Happy bloody American Thanksgiving, Las Vegas. The hunter is here. And you are all my targets.
*He exits the ring and pushes Tucker out of the way as he leaves*
*THUMP!*
*BANG!*
*The cameraman walks into a training gym for TAPOUT in the Sands hotel, there is a thumping sound from the locker room. In the practice ring are six local talents hired by Cross Recoba and his other donors. They are currently making activity with each other, waiting for the man who called them out to this event at cost to the company. The cameraman follows into the adjoining locker room and finds a scowling mountain of muscle and anger. An angry, rage-filled, ashamed, beaten, Australian stands in the room, in his wrestling gear, punching the ever loving shit out of the lockers and the benches. His hands are taped up and mildly scraped but not damaged, the weapons he keeps on his wrists are used to this kind of punishment.*
Tucker: I’m pretty bloody sure that Mr. Recoba is not gonna ‘preciate you damaging the hotel after failing so spectacularly at End of Days.
*A fist wheels around and strikes a locker next to Tucker’s head with a CRASH leaving the door dented into uselessness. Aiden Merric leans into his friend’s hairy face with a scowl.*
Merric: You shouldn’t outta of said that Bernard …
*Gulp!*
Tucker: Duly fucking noted, sir. You are not taking this loss as well as you usually do, Merric.
*WHAM! A fist slams down on the bench next to Tucker and Aiden’s back can be seen rippling with tense muscle. He is focused beyond any focus he has had since we’ve seen him in XHF*
Merric: Yes, imagine that. Who would have thought I’d be upset about being taken advantage of by that false God, then pinned by a ruddy bear costume! WHO WOULD THINK THE PROUD HUNTER WOULD BE UPSET ABOUT BEING FELLED BY A JOKE … and disappointing the first person to actually show faith in my abilities? So, yes, I’m BLOODY IRRITATED!
*Aiden takes his leave of the locker room, with every locker dented, some more than others, and every bench looking worse for wear. Tucker breathes a sigh of relief and point the cameraman out of the room to follow Aiden to the ring. As Aiden comes back into view we hear him talking to himself.*
Merric: Fucking hell. If Cross showed faith in me before, he can damn sure pay these guys’ salaries to get my back into fighting shape. I will make this contract worth his while. Aiden Merric is NOBODY’S disappointment. This Tapout crowd WILL see the true potential of the Outback’s finest export. I don’t care who gets in my way, I will rearrange faces and win this next match. I don’t care if I have to carry my partner to victory on my back. I don’t care if I have to knock him out too. Victory is my quarry today.
*The cameraman approaches the ringside area as Aiden slides into the ring and whistles through two fingers in his mouth. The men in the ring all cease their fun and turn to him and stand ready.*
Merric: Alright you fine blokes, time to earn your pay. Your job is to attack me two at a time until I say I’m done. Don’t hold back. And … try to have fun.
*He shotguns a VB and tosses the can from the ring. He gets into a fighting stance and lets the men attack him. Two of them leap onto his back and try to choke him out. He whirls around and tosses them off before landing a right hand haymaker right to the nose of guy 1.*
Merric: Not as highly skilled as I’d hoped. But this should approximate that drongo, Strychnine. A useless husk of a man. Come on, surely Las Vegas has some more oomph in it than these to ruddy wanna be wrestlers.
*He whirls like a madman and punches the second in the gut. He then beckons to the third and fourth before tossing guy 2 into them like a battering ram. All four men stay down. At this point Tucker approaches the ring.*
Tucker: I ain’t never seen Merric this focused. He is on a warpath. He actually wants approval. Well bully for him. *calling out* What about this Jackalope fella? I thought you’d be excited to hunt an actual cryptid.
*Aiden smirks and looks over his shoulder at Tucker. The other two men charge and tackle him. He struggles with them. One tries to lock in a knee bar, the other an Anaconda Vice.*
Merric: HA! This is more like it. Crafty. Like that creature. Honestly Tuck *grunts in pain*, normally I’d be all aces about that. But at this point I need to focus on winning more than fun. I’m sure Jackalope has enough on his plate. He can be a task for another day. All I need to know now, is does he bleed? Does he feel pain?
*Aiden manages to kick off the guy at his feet and rolls to his knees. He then clotheslines the head right off of the guy. The leg guy leaps at him and gets caught by the pop up European uppercut. Aiden glistens with sweat. He stands tall and smiles.*
Merric: This ain’t the time fer words, Tuck. I’m ready. I’m in the best shape of my life. And I am angry with a chip on my shoulder. Nothing personal to any of you three in this match. But I am hogging the glory here. You can all cry later, but I intend to make that investment in my abilities pay off. And if I ain’t the X*Crown champ or in the running for the inaugural champ here? I am going to build my winning streak. Happy bloody American Thanksgiving, Las Vegas. The hunter is here. And you are all my targets.
*He exits the ring and pushes Tucker out of the way as he leaves*