Massaging the Numbers [Aiden 1/2]
Jan 24, 2024 23:44:00 GMT -5
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Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jan 24, 2024 23:44:00 GMT -5
Benson: Whoa … this is pretty cool.
Erin: Don’t … don’t inflate his ego any more than that belt has. He sure as hell don’t need the boost.
Aiden: Welcome to my humble addition. Figured as a champ I need to be in top shape to represent the company, and my own interests. Hop on kiddo.
*We open on Erin Gordon, Benson, and Aiden Merric entering a side room on the mobile hunter’s lodge, which is still conveniently parked in the back yard of the Gordon farm … since before Thanksgiving. Seems like our lovable wonder from down under has taken to flying out for his commitments in Vegas and just shacking up in Pennsylvania. Benson charges behind Aiden into the new room, which is a small addition with 2 tables. Tables with holes at the top to stick your head in as you lie flat. On the walls are shelves with various oils, candles, incense, trophies, displays of Aiden’s dominance … he almost had the feng shui down on this one … so close.*
Erin: So this is … a massage parlor?
Aiden: Right-o my lovely Sheila. See I had the urge to be in the best shape of my life for this fight. And I need to be able to recover the right way. So I decided to expand on the ol’ Shack de Merric and get some REAL recovery in here. Now if I wanna bring in a chiropractor or masseuse … bam! Save time and money and just get their time from them. It’s a win-win.
Erin: Uh huh … and you did this taking up MORE of my back yard space?
Aiden: Cow’s won’t notice.
*Erin facepalms as Benson is now on the table with his shirt off, face down. Suddenly into the room walks a short, stocky, British man with a massive beard wearing what looks like a tight leotard. He grabs some massage oil and begins to work on the son of Aiden’s favorite paramour. Benson seems to be enjoying it.*
Erin: And didja think you might run that by me before expanding on my property?
Aiden: … I mean … you’re free to use the room too, Erin.
Erin: Beside the point, Aiden! You are so dense sometimes! You bringing random women into my property to touch all over you?
*Aiden holds up both hands in innocence and looks offended at the thought.*
Aiden: Whoa whoa hold on there. I never said I hired anyone. Not all chiropractors or masseuses are women, sexist much?
*Erin glares and scowls at him over this, it’s really quite impressive how he manages to fit his whole foot into his mouth so often…*
Aiden: Furthermore, you will get to see who is on the list. And realistically, for a massage, I’ve got free labor.
*Erin raises an eyebrow*
Benson: He’s surprisingly gentle and effective, I feel great!
*Tucker Bernard is indeed massaging the young ward, and is doing a bang up job.*
Tucker: Yeah, I had to find a way to be useful, with all the mooching I do off of Aiden’s success and money, and time. Turns out I have a gift. Table’s open anytime Miss Gordon.
*Erin just blinks incredulously. Turns out Tucker has a useful skill.*
Aiden: Besides … I was really hoping I could convince you to take part!
*He rips off his shirt and dives onto the other table. Tucker tosses some massage oil at Erin, who reflexively catches it.*
Erin: Is that right?
*As we fade out we hear screams of agony as Erin lets out all her anger on the annoying Aussie in front of her. Though it almost sounds like Aiden is enjoying this, as Benson and Tucker laugh their asses off at his perceived misfortune*
*Aiden is seated on the lounge chair in his hunter’s lodge living room. He is using a hunting knife to pick at his nails as he chews on some nicotine gum. He looks up at the camera and smirks, spitting the gum into the pail next to him and pointing the knife at the camera*
Aiden: I wantcha to know NOMAD … I don’t go through all this hubbub for just anyone. No no, this is a special fight for me. See this one is the first one that has this … aura about it. I’m bloody excited for this one. See, you can deny it NOW if you want, but you and me are a lot alike Jimmy. *aside to himself* Not the first Jimmy I’ve had the pleasure of kicking the shit out of. *to the camera* And sure, while New Jimmy Carner and my lovely Sheila Miss Gordon were loads of fun to tussle with in AWF … that was still … business. Or vengeance the second time with Carner. But you? You and me are of a kind.
*Aiden emphasizes this as he looks over the knife aimed at the camera. He pulls the blade back and sheathes it up and lightly tosses it into a drawer full of ornate, polished, protected daggers. He then turns his head to the camera with a smirk and then tents his hands in front of himself.*
Aiden: Don’t get’cher bikkies in a bunch, it ain’t story time this time. You ain’t some wannabe supernatural demon horror after all. You are just a determined, powerful man. A man who has had the shit kicked out of him by life. A bloke who’s lived through the tough times and come out of it a hardened, wiser, more … brutal fella. See we both got the shit end of the stick. And while you wandered looking for a purpose. I hunted, killed, and traveled my own paths looking for glory and recognition.
*Merric reaches out to his side table and grabs a small skull, looks canine. He also grabs the picture frame that contains two bushy sideburns. He looks at both of them.*
Aiden: You wandered. You suffered. You took beatings. I hunted. I survived. I took beatings. This here is from the dingo I brought home to Mama Merric the day we found my deadbeat old man dead in an opal mine. Old story, told it twice, not doing it again. This one was free. This one was self-defense … and then it was sustenance. It grounds me to where I started. Now my dad ain’t never hit me, not intentionally, and never more than that one time. But he was never there fer me. Sounds like you coulda used a bit of deadbeat never-around pops. And these here? These were from my first personal hunt fer fun here in XHF. I’d been hired to take some targets. I’d been scheduled and paid to wrestle some blokes. But this one I chose to do. And I claimed my prize. And you? Well …
*Aiden lowers the objects and places the on his lap and then frowns at the camera*
Aiden: Well ya went and broke my metaphor. See we both came from the depths, the abyss. We both traveled in the valley of the shadow of death. Eternal underdogs no matter how physical and dangerous we became as me. Violence was our language. IS our language. And hell, can we spin some fine yarns can’t we NOMAD? And now here we stand. At the apex. At the top of the food chain. And we still bite and claw like the cornered animals we are at heart. No surrender in either of us. Ain’t no man can keep a being like us down. And yet?
*Aiden extends his arms and the camera zooms out to show his wall of trophies. Some taxidermy trophies, some quite literal trophies, some souvenirs of hunts well handled. And of course … the XHF Phoenix Championship and the TAPOUT Openweight Championship.*
Aiden: And yet … here you stand with nothing but another trip back to the well. Clawing your way back to the top. Fighting after taking a beating that was just a bit too much. Close but no cigar right? You WERE unstoppable … until you were stopped short. Until Poena made it so you couldn’t stand back up. You couldn’t do what you wanted. And here I sit … surrounded by memorials of all the times I REACHED the top. All the times I didn’t have to get “back up” I was still standing in the end. These mementos are my reminder that I didn’t just claw my way to this life. I continue to WIN. While you WERE unstoppable … I AM unstoppable. I have always GOT the trophy. EARNED the money. MADE the kill. WON the fight. I didn’t wait to tire the world out. I beat it into submission and made it my bitch. And here I sit. ONE chance at a world title. ONE win. I have done what you are so keen to do. I figured out the path to the pinnacle. And by hook or by crook, with fists, knives, guns, whips, knucks, rope, or the goddamn state of Texas as my arsenal … I will not be complacent. I cannot let up now. It ain’t who I am.
*He places his trophies back on the wall as the camera zooms in and he leaps from the chair to get close.*
Aiden: I may be a hunter, a poacher, a survivalist. But in life you can’t stop when the hunt is complete. There’s ALWAYS a bigger threat trying to get its revenge or its trophy. There’s always another thrill, another prey, another game, another fight. And that’s why I’m excited NOMAD. See you NEED to beat me to get this prize. You NEED to stop me to prove yourself. You NEED … to reach that top. But I … I NEED to stay here. I NEED to keep grinding. I NEED to be better, to win more, to add to the list of trophies in my case. I know it looks like trinkets and hollow memories. But these are how I see where I came from and where I’m going. These are how I honor the way I had to live. From Coober Pedy, to Las Vegas. The journey from shitstain on the ass of the world that the world wanted to wipe away … to the man on TOP of the world.
*He smirks and backs off*
Aiden: You fought like hell, through hell to get to this place. #2. The guy with the chance. Climbing through hell to get here multiple times. Well I climbed OUT of hell … and I claimed this prize before you. You and I are alike, like it or not. I’m just better is all. This is the perfect place for men like us NOMAD. What better way for us to express what it is to be… us?
*Aiden smirks*
Aiden: You may not like me, respect me as a man. Which is a bit sad. Since I like you. I like everything you stand for. Because it’s what I stand for. But in the end. I ain’t after your respect, or approval. And I ain’t never been afraid to put down the wounded dog. Mercy? Nah. Fun. Completion. Necessary. If you want blood for blood. I’m all for it. You want me to put down the beastie that is NOMAD? If you make me? I won’t hesitate. You want me to brutalize you and send you crawling BACK through hell to get back here again? Well this is a Texas Death Match. I s’pose it IS the ‘MURICAN way. BAHAHAHAHAHA. You don’t need to respect me as a man, you can call me any stereotypes you want. But in the end? While staring at the ceiling? You can call me … champ. Happy hunting NOMAD.
*Fade*
Erin: Don’t … don’t inflate his ego any more than that belt has. He sure as hell don’t need the boost.
Aiden: Welcome to my humble addition. Figured as a champ I need to be in top shape to represent the company, and my own interests. Hop on kiddo.
*We open on Erin Gordon, Benson, and Aiden Merric entering a side room on the mobile hunter’s lodge, which is still conveniently parked in the back yard of the Gordon farm … since before Thanksgiving. Seems like our lovable wonder from down under has taken to flying out for his commitments in Vegas and just shacking up in Pennsylvania. Benson charges behind Aiden into the new room, which is a small addition with 2 tables. Tables with holes at the top to stick your head in as you lie flat. On the walls are shelves with various oils, candles, incense, trophies, displays of Aiden’s dominance … he almost had the feng shui down on this one … so close.*
Erin: So this is … a massage parlor?
Aiden: Right-o my lovely Sheila. See I had the urge to be in the best shape of my life for this fight. And I need to be able to recover the right way. So I decided to expand on the ol’ Shack de Merric and get some REAL recovery in here. Now if I wanna bring in a chiropractor or masseuse … bam! Save time and money and just get their time from them. It’s a win-win.
Erin: Uh huh … and you did this taking up MORE of my back yard space?
Aiden: Cow’s won’t notice.
*Erin facepalms as Benson is now on the table with his shirt off, face down. Suddenly into the room walks a short, stocky, British man with a massive beard wearing what looks like a tight leotard. He grabs some massage oil and begins to work on the son of Aiden’s favorite paramour. Benson seems to be enjoying it.*
Erin: And didja think you might run that by me before expanding on my property?
Aiden: … I mean … you’re free to use the room too, Erin.
Erin: Beside the point, Aiden! You are so dense sometimes! You bringing random women into my property to touch all over you?
*Aiden holds up both hands in innocence and looks offended at the thought.*
Aiden: Whoa whoa hold on there. I never said I hired anyone. Not all chiropractors or masseuses are women, sexist much?
*Erin glares and scowls at him over this, it’s really quite impressive how he manages to fit his whole foot into his mouth so often…*
Aiden: Furthermore, you will get to see who is on the list. And realistically, for a massage, I’ve got free labor.
*Erin raises an eyebrow*
Benson: He’s surprisingly gentle and effective, I feel great!
*Tucker Bernard is indeed massaging the young ward, and is doing a bang up job.*
Tucker: Yeah, I had to find a way to be useful, with all the mooching I do off of Aiden’s success and money, and time. Turns out I have a gift. Table’s open anytime Miss Gordon.
*Erin just blinks incredulously. Turns out Tucker has a useful skill.*
Aiden: Besides … I was really hoping I could convince you to take part!
*He rips off his shirt and dives onto the other table. Tucker tosses some massage oil at Erin, who reflexively catches it.*
Erin: Is that right?
*As we fade out we hear screams of agony as Erin lets out all her anger on the annoying Aussie in front of her. Though it almost sounds like Aiden is enjoying this, as Benson and Tucker laugh their asses off at his perceived misfortune*
*Aiden is seated on the lounge chair in his hunter’s lodge living room. He is using a hunting knife to pick at his nails as he chews on some nicotine gum. He looks up at the camera and smirks, spitting the gum into the pail next to him and pointing the knife at the camera*
Aiden: I wantcha to know NOMAD … I don’t go through all this hubbub for just anyone. No no, this is a special fight for me. See this one is the first one that has this … aura about it. I’m bloody excited for this one. See, you can deny it NOW if you want, but you and me are a lot alike Jimmy. *aside to himself* Not the first Jimmy I’ve had the pleasure of kicking the shit out of. *to the camera* And sure, while New Jimmy Carner and my lovely Sheila Miss Gordon were loads of fun to tussle with in AWF … that was still … business. Or vengeance the second time with Carner. But you? You and me are of a kind.
*Aiden emphasizes this as he looks over the knife aimed at the camera. He pulls the blade back and sheathes it up and lightly tosses it into a drawer full of ornate, polished, protected daggers. He then turns his head to the camera with a smirk and then tents his hands in front of himself.*
Aiden: Don’t get’cher bikkies in a bunch, it ain’t story time this time. You ain’t some wannabe supernatural demon horror after all. You are just a determined, powerful man. A man who has had the shit kicked out of him by life. A bloke who’s lived through the tough times and come out of it a hardened, wiser, more … brutal fella. See we both got the shit end of the stick. And while you wandered looking for a purpose. I hunted, killed, and traveled my own paths looking for glory and recognition.
*Merric reaches out to his side table and grabs a small skull, looks canine. He also grabs the picture frame that contains two bushy sideburns. He looks at both of them.*
Aiden: You wandered. You suffered. You took beatings. I hunted. I survived. I took beatings. This here is from the dingo I brought home to Mama Merric the day we found my deadbeat old man dead in an opal mine. Old story, told it twice, not doing it again. This one was free. This one was self-defense … and then it was sustenance. It grounds me to where I started. Now my dad ain’t never hit me, not intentionally, and never more than that one time. But he was never there fer me. Sounds like you coulda used a bit of deadbeat never-around pops. And these here? These were from my first personal hunt fer fun here in XHF. I’d been hired to take some targets. I’d been scheduled and paid to wrestle some blokes. But this one I chose to do. And I claimed my prize. And you? Well …
*Aiden lowers the objects and places the on his lap and then frowns at the camera*
Aiden: Well ya went and broke my metaphor. See we both came from the depths, the abyss. We both traveled in the valley of the shadow of death. Eternal underdogs no matter how physical and dangerous we became as me. Violence was our language. IS our language. And hell, can we spin some fine yarns can’t we NOMAD? And now here we stand. At the apex. At the top of the food chain. And we still bite and claw like the cornered animals we are at heart. No surrender in either of us. Ain’t no man can keep a being like us down. And yet?
*Aiden extends his arms and the camera zooms out to show his wall of trophies. Some taxidermy trophies, some quite literal trophies, some souvenirs of hunts well handled. And of course … the XHF Phoenix Championship and the TAPOUT Openweight Championship.*
Aiden: And yet … here you stand with nothing but another trip back to the well. Clawing your way back to the top. Fighting after taking a beating that was just a bit too much. Close but no cigar right? You WERE unstoppable … until you were stopped short. Until Poena made it so you couldn’t stand back up. You couldn’t do what you wanted. And here I sit … surrounded by memorials of all the times I REACHED the top. All the times I didn’t have to get “back up” I was still standing in the end. These mementos are my reminder that I didn’t just claw my way to this life. I continue to WIN. While you WERE unstoppable … I AM unstoppable. I have always GOT the trophy. EARNED the money. MADE the kill. WON the fight. I didn’t wait to tire the world out. I beat it into submission and made it my bitch. And here I sit. ONE chance at a world title. ONE win. I have done what you are so keen to do. I figured out the path to the pinnacle. And by hook or by crook, with fists, knives, guns, whips, knucks, rope, or the goddamn state of Texas as my arsenal … I will not be complacent. I cannot let up now. It ain’t who I am.
*He places his trophies back on the wall as the camera zooms in and he leaps from the chair to get close.*
Aiden: I may be a hunter, a poacher, a survivalist. But in life you can’t stop when the hunt is complete. There’s ALWAYS a bigger threat trying to get its revenge or its trophy. There’s always another thrill, another prey, another game, another fight. And that’s why I’m excited NOMAD. See you NEED to beat me to get this prize. You NEED to stop me to prove yourself. You NEED … to reach that top. But I … I NEED to stay here. I NEED to keep grinding. I NEED to be better, to win more, to add to the list of trophies in my case. I know it looks like trinkets and hollow memories. But these are how I see where I came from and where I’m going. These are how I honor the way I had to live. From Coober Pedy, to Las Vegas. The journey from shitstain on the ass of the world that the world wanted to wipe away … to the man on TOP of the world.
*He smirks and backs off*
Aiden: You fought like hell, through hell to get to this place. #2. The guy with the chance. Climbing through hell to get here multiple times. Well I climbed OUT of hell … and I claimed this prize before you. You and I are alike, like it or not. I’m just better is all. This is the perfect place for men like us NOMAD. What better way for us to express what it is to be… us?
*Aiden smirks*
Aiden: You may not like me, respect me as a man. Which is a bit sad. Since I like you. I like everything you stand for. Because it’s what I stand for. But in the end. I ain’t after your respect, or approval. And I ain’t never been afraid to put down the wounded dog. Mercy? Nah. Fun. Completion. Necessary. If you want blood for blood. I’m all for it. You want me to put down the beastie that is NOMAD? If you make me? I won’t hesitate. You want me to brutalize you and send you crawling BACK through hell to get back here again? Well this is a Texas Death Match. I s’pose it IS the ‘MURICAN way. BAHAHAHAHAHA. You don’t need to respect me as a man, you can call me any stereotypes you want. But in the end? While staring at the ceiling? You can call me … champ. Happy hunting NOMAD.
*Fade*
