Post by Dave D-Flipz on Feb 23, 2023 10:47:52 GMT -5
FEBRUARY 5, 2023
Tucker: I feel right foolish, Merric.
Merric: And ya look it too, but the folks at the gym refused to be training dummies for me to learn new moves, something about it being unsafe since I had no experience with them.
*We open up in the wrestling gym attached to the Sands for Tapout and other visiting fed purposes. Merric stands in the ring, in his wrestling attire plus some MMA gloves. Tucker Bernard stands across from him. He wears a size XXXXXL XHF official “Goat > Mongo” T-shirt that doesn’t cover his rotundness. His slacks are sweatpants and he has his feet taped up. He is already sweating through all of these clothes and clearly hasn’t even done anything yet.*
Tucker: Ya never needed to learn new stuff at this pace before, Aiden. Why not go with your current arsenal?
Merric: Because, resilient as this Sawyer kid is … I’d probably hospitalize them before they gave up. I need a way to put them down without ruining their face or body for the future.
Tucker: Merric? With a guilty conscience?
*Aiden recoils defensively and shakes his head vigorously*
Merric: WHAT? Piss off ya wanker, you know Cross will not be happy if I take one of his main draws and future talents and ruin their photogenic qualities or cripple them! I might not even get paid my bonus for match of the night! And move of the night is off the table if people feel icked out by the very move that does it! It’s all about the cash! Yeah!
*Aiden is clearly conflicted. His history shows a faithful AWF viewer that Aiden may be a reprehensible guttersnake, but he has a soft spot for kids with no daddy in the picture. And he has a code, a code that lets him disembowel a child-like man-monster like Tarrasque, but makes him balk at physically assaulting a minor. Something in Sawyer’s history has made him feel on-edge. Maybe it’s the adoption, or the fact that only the birth mother is in the picture. Maybe it’s the horrible gym trainer abusing the kid, or maybe it’s the psychological trauma they already must be housing to have been the silent monster in Fireside for so long. Either way, Aiden is keen to learn some new moves to put Sam down without resorting to his usual M.O. of concussing the face off an enemy with his fists of fury.*
Tucker: Alright well, I’m not a trained wrestler so don’t expect me to fight back, but if you can manipulate my sizable girth, then that child should be nothing for you to safely toss around with all those fancy moves. I’m gonna approach you and you try a … duplex or slam or whatever it is.
*Aiden is still in thought and has missed this monologue. Tucker approaches and Aiden reflexively punches him right in the mouth. Tucker recoils.*
Tucker: GAH YA BLOODY IDGIT YOU BUSTED ME LIP!
*Aiden snaps out of it.*
Merric: You should have had your guard up, lesson one. Lesson two, be less punchable.
*Tucker sighs and approaches again. This time Aiden swings a right, and Tucker manages to block it and move into a grapple. Aiden snaps the arms down in the test of strength … and reflexively punches him in the left eye.*
Tucker: GAH! BLESSED DAME HELEN MIRREN’S ASS! Why do ya keep hitting me!?
Merric: That’s what we’re training fer, ya buffoon. I need to control these weapons of mass destruction. This is a main event match, if I can put out some flashy moves and come out of this a winner, I’ll be sure to be in line for a title shot at Jackie boy. And that will get us both paid handsomely. I need to be ready for this Sawyer kid. And the fact that they are a striker too means I need to be ready to absorb some punishment, no big difference there, and dish it back. So this training is essential.
*Aiden approaches and Tucker swings a punch. Aiden ducks and weaves with his boxing prowess and grabs a collar and elbow tie-up … only immediately sucker punch Tucker in his big gut. Tucker convulses in pain on the floor, the camera moves away from him as we hear wretching noises.*
Merric: Right … *sigh* let’s take a break.
FEBRUARY 14, 2023
Merric: TUCK! I know ya ain’t got an old lady to worry about, and if Erin ain’t gonna come out of hiding to see me today then we are gonna blow off this steam another way! Now get in the bloody ring! Sam Sawyer wouldn’t be caught running away from me, so stop pissing yer adult nappy and work!
*This sounds like a jab but Tucker has added an adult diaper to his ensemble, seen sticking above the loose waistband of his sweats. He also has on a protective vest over his chest and stomach.*
Tucker: Ya never even apologized fer the black eye, busted lip, lacerated spleen, or last week’s heart punch that required a defibrillator …
*Aiden clicks his tongue*
Merric: Fine, I’m sorry yer such a bloody wuss. Now come on, this is an important match for us and I need to be ready. I aims to win this match and get the next title feud. I dunno, muss up some courage … take a dib dab, pretend to be someone less pathetic. Like Mr. Blobby.
Tucker: What about Noel?
*Aiden recoils*
Tucker: Bloody hell mate, I said courage, not demon cum. No need to pull out THAT level of energy. Ya want to kill me? Nah, look I’ve been studying some of these samoan wrestlers everyone talks about. I wanna practice them now.
*Tucker finally gets into the ring, pulls off his sunglasses, revealing his left eye is as swollen as his lips still. Aiden engages in a grapple and whips him off the ropes. Tucker clumsily stumbles back and Aiden lifts him into a fireman’s carry before the weight starts to pull him the wrong way … instead of adapting with a DVD or just spinning into a samoan drop, Aiden pushes him off the shoulders and hits a huge haymaker to the right eye.*
Tucker: FUCK! WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE EYES!
*Tucker pulls out a pair of sports protective goggles and puts them on. Aiden shakes his hand out and strokes his stubble. He moves in on the unsuspecting Tucker and hooks him for a Uranage. Tucker struggles a bit before Aiden releases his grip and hits a backfist to the nose instead. He immediately pulls back but it’s too late, Tucker’s big nose is sideways and pouring blood.*
Tucker: … I want me mummy.
FEBRUARY 23, 2023
*Merric is in the ring with one of the wrestlers at the gym. He is snapping off Samoan drops and Uranage slams with … well proficiency, not perfection, not beauty, but they’re serviceable. He sets up for a German suplex and the wrestler taps out.*
Wrestler: Nah, nah, that move is too dangerous until you perfect it. You’re your friend and try it man. Sorry. You’re making progress but I ain’t ready to end up paralyzed.
Merric: Right right, don’t wanna paralyze the kid either. Still, figure if I can have a bunch of throw counters to their strikes I can neutralize the offense. Then just gotta watch out fer that lariat, which I am all too familiar with how to perform, and that moonsault. Knees up, Merric. Hey kid, send that hoss Bernard into the ring.
*The man ducks out of the ring and taps a figure on the shoulder. It is Tucker Bernard in a trenchcoat, trying to hide. He has added more protection in the form of a neck brace and a plastic protective mask, as well as some steel toe boots and a cup. He has on one of those MMA training padded head things too. He sullenly rolls into the ring, two black eyes and a swollen nose and lips beneath the mask.*
Tucker: Aiden, can I stop? I’m broken.
Merric: But ya ain’t dead! I’m getting better! Learning to harness the pure energy that is my violent style. Now let’s try some suplexes.
*Aiden sprints at Tuck who cowers until Merric ducks behind him and gets a waist lock. Tucker flails but Merric slaps him on the back and spins him into a double underhook. He struggles against the weight of the British Beef Slab that is Tucker but eventually manages the butterfly suplex. Tucker rolls up, holding his back but impressed.*
Merric: Maybe don’t fight it, your weight is enough of a counter. Sawyer is lighter than me. I need to learn the technique, not how to overpower a skinny kid.
*Aiden pulls Tucker to his feet, who dusts himself off. They grapple and Aiden pulls off a perfect vertical suplex and tries to swivel the hips to keep it going but Tuck doesn’t roll. So Aiden wraps his waist and hauls him up and struggles to hit a German Suplex! They roll to the side, hold still in and Aiden tries a second one. Tucker however doesn’t budge. He shifts to a dragon suplex hold and Tucker’s huge flabby underarms prevent him from getting good purchase. So he shifts to a tiger suplex grip, face red with anger and strain. He lifts and Tuck barely budges so Aiden shouts in anger and releases him. He falls one foot to the mat before a colossal right haymaker crushes the back and side of his head, missing the MMA protective helmet. Tucker’s face contorts in pain and concussion and he stiffens like a board.*
Tucker: *Face contorted in pain, clearly out of it* God save the queen!
*Tucker falls over face first with a thump. Aiden flinches with him as he falls. He shakes his head.*
Merric: Right, maybe we call it there. Sam, I await our match. I’m gonna use this as a showcase of my amazing skills. Get ready for the all new, MAIN EVENT MERRIC! … MEDIC!
*Fade*
Tucker: I feel right foolish, Merric.
Merric: And ya look it too, but the folks at the gym refused to be training dummies for me to learn new moves, something about it being unsafe since I had no experience with them.
*We open up in the wrestling gym attached to the Sands for Tapout and other visiting fed purposes. Merric stands in the ring, in his wrestling attire plus some MMA gloves. Tucker Bernard stands across from him. He wears a size XXXXXL XHF official “Goat > Mongo” T-shirt that doesn’t cover his rotundness. His slacks are sweatpants and he has his feet taped up. He is already sweating through all of these clothes and clearly hasn’t even done anything yet.*
Tucker: Ya never needed to learn new stuff at this pace before, Aiden. Why not go with your current arsenal?
Merric: Because, resilient as this Sawyer kid is … I’d probably hospitalize them before they gave up. I need a way to put them down without ruining their face or body for the future.
Tucker: Merric? With a guilty conscience?
*Aiden recoils defensively and shakes his head vigorously*
Merric: WHAT? Piss off ya wanker, you know Cross will not be happy if I take one of his main draws and future talents and ruin their photogenic qualities or cripple them! I might not even get paid my bonus for match of the night! And move of the night is off the table if people feel icked out by the very move that does it! It’s all about the cash! Yeah!
*Aiden is clearly conflicted. His history shows a faithful AWF viewer that Aiden may be a reprehensible guttersnake, but he has a soft spot for kids with no daddy in the picture. And he has a code, a code that lets him disembowel a child-like man-monster like Tarrasque, but makes him balk at physically assaulting a minor. Something in Sawyer’s history has made him feel on-edge. Maybe it’s the adoption, or the fact that only the birth mother is in the picture. Maybe it’s the horrible gym trainer abusing the kid, or maybe it’s the psychological trauma they already must be housing to have been the silent monster in Fireside for so long. Either way, Aiden is keen to learn some new moves to put Sam down without resorting to his usual M.O. of concussing the face off an enemy with his fists of fury.*
Tucker: Alright well, I’m not a trained wrestler so don’t expect me to fight back, but if you can manipulate my sizable girth, then that child should be nothing for you to safely toss around with all those fancy moves. I’m gonna approach you and you try a … duplex or slam or whatever it is.
*Aiden is still in thought and has missed this monologue. Tucker approaches and Aiden reflexively punches him right in the mouth. Tucker recoils.*
Tucker: GAH YA BLOODY IDGIT YOU BUSTED ME LIP!
*Aiden snaps out of it.*
Merric: You should have had your guard up, lesson one. Lesson two, be less punchable.
*Tucker sighs and approaches again. This time Aiden swings a right, and Tucker manages to block it and move into a grapple. Aiden snaps the arms down in the test of strength … and reflexively punches him in the left eye.*
Tucker: GAH! BLESSED DAME HELEN MIRREN’S ASS! Why do ya keep hitting me!?
Merric: That’s what we’re training fer, ya buffoon. I need to control these weapons of mass destruction. This is a main event match, if I can put out some flashy moves and come out of this a winner, I’ll be sure to be in line for a title shot at Jackie boy. And that will get us both paid handsomely. I need to be ready for this Sawyer kid. And the fact that they are a striker too means I need to be ready to absorb some punishment, no big difference there, and dish it back. So this training is essential.
*Aiden approaches and Tucker swings a punch. Aiden ducks and weaves with his boxing prowess and grabs a collar and elbow tie-up … only immediately sucker punch Tucker in his big gut. Tucker convulses in pain on the floor, the camera moves away from him as we hear wretching noises.*
Merric: Right … *sigh* let’s take a break.
FEBRUARY 14, 2023
Merric: TUCK! I know ya ain’t got an old lady to worry about, and if Erin ain’t gonna come out of hiding to see me today then we are gonna blow off this steam another way! Now get in the bloody ring! Sam Sawyer wouldn’t be caught running away from me, so stop pissing yer adult nappy and work!
*This sounds like a jab but Tucker has added an adult diaper to his ensemble, seen sticking above the loose waistband of his sweats. He also has on a protective vest over his chest and stomach.*
Tucker: Ya never even apologized fer the black eye, busted lip, lacerated spleen, or last week’s heart punch that required a defibrillator …
*Aiden clicks his tongue*
Merric: Fine, I’m sorry yer such a bloody wuss. Now come on, this is an important match for us and I need to be ready. I aims to win this match and get the next title feud. I dunno, muss up some courage … take a dib dab, pretend to be someone less pathetic. Like Mr. Blobby.
Tucker: What about Noel?
*Aiden recoils*
Tucker: Bloody hell mate, I said courage, not demon cum. No need to pull out THAT level of energy. Ya want to kill me? Nah, look I’ve been studying some of these samoan wrestlers everyone talks about. I wanna practice them now.
*Tucker finally gets into the ring, pulls off his sunglasses, revealing his left eye is as swollen as his lips still. Aiden engages in a grapple and whips him off the ropes. Tucker clumsily stumbles back and Aiden lifts him into a fireman’s carry before the weight starts to pull him the wrong way … instead of adapting with a DVD or just spinning into a samoan drop, Aiden pushes him off the shoulders and hits a huge haymaker to the right eye.*
Tucker: FUCK! WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE EYES!
*Tucker pulls out a pair of sports protective goggles and puts them on. Aiden shakes his hand out and strokes his stubble. He moves in on the unsuspecting Tucker and hooks him for a Uranage. Tucker struggles a bit before Aiden releases his grip and hits a backfist to the nose instead. He immediately pulls back but it’s too late, Tucker’s big nose is sideways and pouring blood.*
Tucker: … I want me mummy.
FEBRUARY 23, 2023
*Merric is in the ring with one of the wrestlers at the gym. He is snapping off Samoan drops and Uranage slams with … well proficiency, not perfection, not beauty, but they’re serviceable. He sets up for a German suplex and the wrestler taps out.*
Wrestler: Nah, nah, that move is too dangerous until you perfect it. You’re your friend and try it man. Sorry. You’re making progress but I ain’t ready to end up paralyzed.
Merric: Right right, don’t wanna paralyze the kid either. Still, figure if I can have a bunch of throw counters to their strikes I can neutralize the offense. Then just gotta watch out fer that lariat, which I am all too familiar with how to perform, and that moonsault. Knees up, Merric. Hey kid, send that hoss Bernard into the ring.
*The man ducks out of the ring and taps a figure on the shoulder. It is Tucker Bernard in a trenchcoat, trying to hide. He has added more protection in the form of a neck brace and a plastic protective mask, as well as some steel toe boots and a cup. He has on one of those MMA training padded head things too. He sullenly rolls into the ring, two black eyes and a swollen nose and lips beneath the mask.*
Tucker: Aiden, can I stop? I’m broken.
Merric: But ya ain’t dead! I’m getting better! Learning to harness the pure energy that is my violent style. Now let’s try some suplexes.
*Aiden sprints at Tuck who cowers until Merric ducks behind him and gets a waist lock. Tucker flails but Merric slaps him on the back and spins him into a double underhook. He struggles against the weight of the British Beef Slab that is Tucker but eventually manages the butterfly suplex. Tucker rolls up, holding his back but impressed.*
Merric: Maybe don’t fight it, your weight is enough of a counter. Sawyer is lighter than me. I need to learn the technique, not how to overpower a skinny kid.
*Aiden pulls Tucker to his feet, who dusts himself off. They grapple and Aiden pulls off a perfect vertical suplex and tries to swivel the hips to keep it going but Tuck doesn’t roll. So Aiden wraps his waist and hauls him up and struggles to hit a German Suplex! They roll to the side, hold still in and Aiden tries a second one. Tucker however doesn’t budge. He shifts to a dragon suplex hold and Tucker’s huge flabby underarms prevent him from getting good purchase. So he shifts to a tiger suplex grip, face red with anger and strain. He lifts and Tuck barely budges so Aiden shouts in anger and releases him. He falls one foot to the mat before a colossal right haymaker crushes the back and side of his head, missing the MMA protective helmet. Tucker’s face contorts in pain and concussion and he stiffens like a board.*
Tucker: *Face contorted in pain, clearly out of it* God save the queen!
*Tucker falls over face first with a thump. Aiden flinches with him as he falls. He shakes his head.*
Merric: Right, maybe we call it there. Sam, I await our match. I’m gonna use this as a showcase of my amazing skills. Get ready for the all new, MAIN EVENT MERRIC! … MEDIC!
*Fade*