Pour One Out [Aiden promo]
Mar 4, 2024 0:11:25 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Jack Diamond, and 2 more like this
Post by Dave D-Flipz on Mar 4, 2024 0:11:25 GMT -5
*Aiden Merric sits at a slot machine in the Sands Hotel, home of the TAPOUT federation. He has his head heavily bandaged. Next to him he has a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Bastard Brew. He pops a sip from the latter as he pulls the arm of the machine. Wheels spin and click into place, silence. Aiden smirks, scoffs, and shrugs all at once.*
"Ain’t a man alive would call me a lucky one. Always been about making my own luck. Turns out it ain’t worth a Zack in this business … or in the casino. The house always holds the edge. In the end, the house always wins. Be it the Sands … the wrestling ring … or Father Time. Something Random and I have in common. We make our own luck. Her view of it is … well a right bit more philosophical and mathematical than I am inclined to use. But it all works the same. Our resident dice lady and I have been charged with paying respect to Tapout’s own."
*Aiden grabs the bottle of Jack and turns it around in his hands.*
"Bottle like this almost got used to take my title."
*He grunts in acceptance and looks back at the camera*
"Tommy and I go back to AWF. We never had a right hootenanny there … but you can bet I was aware of him. Firebrand. Full of piss and vinegar. Groupies galore. Back then I’d’ve been inclined to have joined him. Booze and bit- uh … fine ladies … what more could a bloke ask fer? Heh. But here I sit… and here he doesn’t."
*Aiden downs another swig of his stale piss water, otherwise known as Bastard Brew*
"Tommy and I had a few barnburners here in Tapout tho. And as it turns out? I was the last. He and I stood across the ring and tore the building down for my title. The bastard hit harder than you’d expect. And that unorthodox style. Ain’t much that can surprise me, but Tommy was it. Look at NOMAD and you know what you’re getting. Ya gotta survive, but you can see it coming. … Next time James … next time I won’t stumble …"
*Aiden smirks down the camera to let NOMAD have that sink in*
"But Tommy? And Random? How do you prepare for that? In her case it’s chaos incarnate. In his it was indecisive innovation. You have an idea of what is coming but … ya never really knew."
*Aiden sighs. He uncaps the bottle of Jack. He begins to walk to the music stage area of the facility, which is unused tonight.*
"Random, you and I were the last to have the honor of brawling with the rocker. Ain't worth a lick that you lost and I won. That’s the nature of the game. What matters is when people watch that highlight reel of his career, we’ll be the end of it. We’ll be the ones left to linger in their mind. So let’s do what Tommy would do and just have some fun with this. Put on a rocking show. Make enough noise fer him to hear us out there. There’ll be more chances fer you and me to tangle for high stakes. There’ll be more chances to fight. This? This ain’t the time."
*He pushes open the door to the auditorium and begins to walk down the stairs towards the stage*
"It never gets easy. You get desensitized, you get familiar, ya get used to it … being around death as often as I was in my life. It ALWAYS stings. And when ya know the bloke that carks it? Well … when ya ain’t the REASON there’s a memorial … it always bites. Much like this here stiff amber fluid. Ain’t much fer American whiskey meself. But … well … yer on our minds Tommy. This one is fer you."
*Aiden pours the whiskey on the stage and smashes the bottle to the floor before tipping his hat and nodding … and walking off set. FADE OUT*
"Ain’t a man alive would call me a lucky one. Always been about making my own luck. Turns out it ain’t worth a Zack in this business … or in the casino. The house always holds the edge. In the end, the house always wins. Be it the Sands … the wrestling ring … or Father Time. Something Random and I have in common. We make our own luck. Her view of it is … well a right bit more philosophical and mathematical than I am inclined to use. But it all works the same. Our resident dice lady and I have been charged with paying respect to Tapout’s own."
*Aiden grabs the bottle of Jack and turns it around in his hands.*
"Bottle like this almost got used to take my title."
*He grunts in acceptance and looks back at the camera*
"Tommy and I go back to AWF. We never had a right hootenanny there … but you can bet I was aware of him. Firebrand. Full of piss and vinegar. Groupies galore. Back then I’d’ve been inclined to have joined him. Booze and bit- uh … fine ladies … what more could a bloke ask fer? Heh. But here I sit… and here he doesn’t."
*Aiden downs another swig of his stale piss water, otherwise known as Bastard Brew*
"Tommy and I had a few barnburners here in Tapout tho. And as it turns out? I was the last. He and I stood across the ring and tore the building down for my title. The bastard hit harder than you’d expect. And that unorthodox style. Ain’t much that can surprise me, but Tommy was it. Look at NOMAD and you know what you’re getting. Ya gotta survive, but you can see it coming. … Next time James … next time I won’t stumble …"
*Aiden smirks down the camera to let NOMAD have that sink in*
"But Tommy? And Random? How do you prepare for that? In her case it’s chaos incarnate. In his it was indecisive innovation. You have an idea of what is coming but … ya never really knew."
*Aiden sighs. He uncaps the bottle of Jack. He begins to walk to the music stage area of the facility, which is unused tonight.*
"Random, you and I were the last to have the honor of brawling with the rocker. Ain't worth a lick that you lost and I won. That’s the nature of the game. What matters is when people watch that highlight reel of his career, we’ll be the end of it. We’ll be the ones left to linger in their mind. So let’s do what Tommy would do and just have some fun with this. Put on a rocking show. Make enough noise fer him to hear us out there. There’ll be more chances fer you and me to tangle for high stakes. There’ll be more chances to fight. This? This ain’t the time."
*He pushes open the door to the auditorium and begins to walk down the stairs towards the stage*
"It never gets easy. You get desensitized, you get familiar, ya get used to it … being around death as often as I was in my life. It ALWAYS stings. And when ya know the bloke that carks it? Well … when ya ain’t the REASON there’s a memorial … it always bites. Much like this here stiff amber fluid. Ain’t much fer American whiskey meself. But … well … yer on our minds Tommy. This one is fer you."
*Aiden pours the whiskey on the stage and smashes the bottle to the floor before tipping his hat and nodding … and walking off set. FADE OUT*
