Post by vastrix on Apr 24, 2024 1:21:47 GMT -5
Motorcycles with twisted-looking clowns ride in the distance around a vampire out in the boonies. There are a few camping chairs by the fire and one of them is occupied by Gabriel Tuck as he sips on a beer. He listens to the clowns beeping their noses to one another as they drive around and walk around the campground, kicking up chaos where they go. Gabriel tosses back some beer with a laugh.
Gabriel Tuck - Eoin, you even gonna bother to come down to the ring? I mean, I doubt that your organization is going to pay you for your grudge against me. Why? Because you’re a putz. Do you think you can just double-dip every single match that you take? “Oh hey, there’s a bounty on this guy that I just happen to be facing in the ring so that makes this match twice as valuable!”
Gabriel shakes his head and tosses back the rest of his bottle of beer before throwing it into the fire. He reaches down and grabs another beer, popping open the bottle cap with his eye socket before taking a nice, long glug.
Gabriel Tuck - Your wife has millions and so there’s no reason for you to pretend like you’re providing for the family when she’s paying all of the bills. Just come down to the ring and get your ass kicked like you’ve been meant to have your ass kicked. Oh the deal with Troy Reynolds? Normally, he and I would be at odds, but we have an agreement that I would come down to the ring and fuck up anyone who thinks that they can bust him around. Fifty bucks in bitcoin per appearance. Pretty lucrative considering the number of assholes in this company who think that busting up a referee is a good way to get ahead.
He takes another nice, long glug from that beer. Twisting the bottle around in his hand to reveal that it’s a bottle of Utter Brushit.
Gabriel Tuck - Am I glad that Fowler created this beer and then kept the money from the other Bastards after they kicked him from the team. It’s been my favorite beer for some time now.
He finishes the beer and grabs another, popping it open and taking a nice, long slug from it.
Gabriel Tuck - I’mma going to take my time with you, Eoin. I’m going to bust you up from one side of the ring to the other in showing you and the world that I am not a person to be fucked with. That I am a soldier of Armand von Krauss. His child when you think about it since he and his clowns raised me to be the man that I am today.
Gabriel sets his beer down on the top of the cooler where there’s a spot for a bottle and gets out a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds. He lights up one and puts the rest back. He takes a nice, long drag from it and blows the smoke into the air.
Gabriel Tuck - Yeah, I know. Not the expensive, ghastly cigarettes that the von Krausses import from Egypt, but they work for me. Eoin O’Rourke, I’m going to kick your ass so hard that maybe Elizabeth would like to change her name to Elizabeth Devereaux-Tuck. Yeah, mother fucker. I’m going to beat that ass so hard that your wife leaves you and joins me instead.
Gabriel glances around to see that many of the clowns have quit burning fuel in riding in circles around the campground and have taken up chairs. They’ve taken up eating, drinking, and smoking various things. Gabriel just smiles at his crew, feeling more at home with clowns than he does anyone else despite the fact that he doesn’t have the desire to become a clown himself.
Gabriel Tuck - Eoin, when we face each other in the ring. You will lose…everything.
The scene fades to black as Gabriel flicks his cigarette butt into the fire and reaches for his beer.
Gabriel Tuck - Eoin, you even gonna bother to come down to the ring? I mean, I doubt that your organization is going to pay you for your grudge against me. Why? Because you’re a putz. Do you think you can just double-dip every single match that you take? “Oh hey, there’s a bounty on this guy that I just happen to be facing in the ring so that makes this match twice as valuable!”
Gabriel shakes his head and tosses back the rest of his bottle of beer before throwing it into the fire. He reaches down and grabs another beer, popping open the bottle cap with his eye socket before taking a nice, long glug.
Gabriel Tuck - Your wife has millions and so there’s no reason for you to pretend like you’re providing for the family when she’s paying all of the bills. Just come down to the ring and get your ass kicked like you’ve been meant to have your ass kicked. Oh the deal with Troy Reynolds? Normally, he and I would be at odds, but we have an agreement that I would come down to the ring and fuck up anyone who thinks that they can bust him around. Fifty bucks in bitcoin per appearance. Pretty lucrative considering the number of assholes in this company who think that busting up a referee is a good way to get ahead.
He takes another nice, long glug from that beer. Twisting the bottle around in his hand to reveal that it’s a bottle of Utter Brushit.
Gabriel Tuck - Am I glad that Fowler created this beer and then kept the money from the other Bastards after they kicked him from the team. It’s been my favorite beer for some time now.
He finishes the beer and grabs another, popping it open and taking a nice, long slug from it.
Gabriel Tuck - I’mma going to take my time with you, Eoin. I’m going to bust you up from one side of the ring to the other in showing you and the world that I am not a person to be fucked with. That I am a soldier of Armand von Krauss. His child when you think about it since he and his clowns raised me to be the man that I am today.
Gabriel sets his beer down on the top of the cooler where there’s a spot for a bottle and gets out a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds. He lights up one and puts the rest back. He takes a nice, long drag from it and blows the smoke into the air.
Gabriel Tuck - Yeah, I know. Not the expensive, ghastly cigarettes that the von Krausses import from Egypt, but they work for me. Eoin O’Rourke, I’m going to kick your ass so hard that maybe Elizabeth would like to change her name to Elizabeth Devereaux-Tuck. Yeah, mother fucker. I’m going to beat that ass so hard that your wife leaves you and joins me instead.
Gabriel glances around to see that many of the clowns have quit burning fuel in riding in circles around the campground and have taken up chairs. They’ve taken up eating, drinking, and smoking various things. Gabriel just smiles at his crew, feeling more at home with clowns than he does anyone else despite the fact that he doesn’t have the desire to become a clown himself.
Gabriel Tuck - Eoin, when we face each other in the ring. You will lose…everything.
The scene fades to black as Gabriel flicks his cigarette butt into the fire and reaches for his beer.