Post by "Outlaw" Jun Vegas on Oct 17, 2018 16:13:03 GMT -5
“I failed…”
The scene opens up to a bright sunny day on one of the many ports in Osaka. Standing by his lonesome - this time in a white cowboy hat, but a BLACK fur coat - perhaps to mourn recent events, sits “Outlaw” Jun Vegas looking out over the water, behind a pair of extra-tinted Aviators.
“I failed and it hurts,” Jun begins. “I actually had a little restaurant picked out not far from here that I was planning on taking Mr. Musket, The Eye Candy and Bootsy to after we won the World Tag Team Titles. We had that match won and those titles were as good as ours, but what happened?”
A heavy sigh leads to his next words.
“I let Mike down. Admittedly, this has been a dream of mine to not only work alongside one of my wrestling idols, but to also put our names in the history books, linked by a bond of brotherhood, titles and pranking Bootsy Mitchell hard. Sadly, we only have two of those things. We're still very much friends and I do have a hilarious catfishing all lined up when Bootsy hits up Tinder later, but… it's just not the same. I took my eye off the ball and should've suspected Demon Brigade would try something like this. I failed to see it coming. And because of that, they made history at our expense.”
The very thought makes him shudder with disgust.
“ACES WILD! might have come up short at Attack of the Castle but, I'll tell you this, Demon Brigade. It WASN'T because you were the better team. It WASN'T because of your merits. It WASN'T even Lady Luck… It's because of GRIM's cacamamie cacophony cooked up in a cauldron!”
Now fired up after spitting out what could be a good tongue twister, the Aviators come off as Vegas continues.
“GRIM… what you may not know is that I was originally set to compete in the Tiger's Festival, but I went to MAX-J's Powers-That-Be and I asked for this match personally. You and I, one on one. You might THINK that you're done with ACES WILD! but after what you've done to my friend's home and then cheating us out of the belts… how unlucky for you, my guyliner-rocking friend.”
After a light chuckle, Vegas presses on.
“I get that I'm not the Demon Brigade's favorite because of who I am and where I started from. A young man named Jun Kono grew up to become “Outlaw” Jun Vegas. Yes, I was American-born, but I assure you that you can check my papers and I'd be happy to tell you I'm a citizen of the very country you claim you're here to purify. I make no secret that some of my major influences like Mr. Musket and “Wild” Winston Shoot were both famous gaijin. Wild, crazy, untamed spirits I'm more than happy to follow in the footsteps of. Besides… what you think of me doesn't matter.”
And for the first time since this began, Vegas now flashes his pearly-whites.
“Oh, but GRIM… GRIMMY-GRIM-GRIM… if my heritage upsets you, you're REALLY gonna hate me come October 24th. See, Your Ace of Aces, Max-J's Flashy Money Man has been pretty fun-loving up till this point. That's just who I am. I get into a lot of fights, but up till now I've been a positive guy who enjoys the finer things in life because unlike you, I've worked for them. But that guy? Gone. Out the window quicker than a poor man's last chips!”
“I'm gonna march right into Yokohama, chuck you out of that ring and throw your creeper reaper backside all over the complex and back! Up and down EVERY inch of the building until I drag your carcass back into that ring, punch your lights out, dump you right on your skull, then BEAT another World Tag Title opportunity out of you.”
A knowing nod.
“You started this. And for both Mike and myself, I'm gonna finish it, GRIM. There isn't anything you can conjure, summon or call forth from whatever fiery heckhole you can dream that's gonna keep you from getting this beating you deserve.”
And with that…
The Aviators are back on.
“I'm too pissed to even drop a card pun right now.”
Vegas departs....
Then comes back.
“No, I'm not. BET ON VEGAS!”
Okay, now fade.
The scene opens up to a bright sunny day on one of the many ports in Osaka. Standing by his lonesome - this time in a white cowboy hat, but a BLACK fur coat - perhaps to mourn recent events, sits “Outlaw” Jun Vegas looking out over the water, behind a pair of extra-tinted Aviators.
“I failed and it hurts,” Jun begins. “I actually had a little restaurant picked out not far from here that I was planning on taking Mr. Musket, The Eye Candy and Bootsy to after we won the World Tag Team Titles. We had that match won and those titles were as good as ours, but what happened?”
A heavy sigh leads to his next words.
“I let Mike down. Admittedly, this has been a dream of mine to not only work alongside one of my wrestling idols, but to also put our names in the history books, linked by a bond of brotherhood, titles and pranking Bootsy Mitchell hard. Sadly, we only have two of those things. We're still very much friends and I do have a hilarious catfishing all lined up when Bootsy hits up Tinder later, but… it's just not the same. I took my eye off the ball and should've suspected Demon Brigade would try something like this. I failed to see it coming. And because of that, they made history at our expense.”
The very thought makes him shudder with disgust.
“ACES WILD! might have come up short at Attack of the Castle but, I'll tell you this, Demon Brigade. It WASN'T because you were the better team. It WASN'T because of your merits. It WASN'T even Lady Luck… It's because of GRIM's cacamamie cacophony cooked up in a cauldron!”
Now fired up after spitting out what could be a good tongue twister, the Aviators come off as Vegas continues.
“GRIM… what you may not know is that I was originally set to compete in the Tiger's Festival, but I went to MAX-J's Powers-That-Be and I asked for this match personally. You and I, one on one. You might THINK that you're done with ACES WILD! but after what you've done to my friend's home and then cheating us out of the belts… how unlucky for you, my guyliner-rocking friend.”
After a light chuckle, Vegas presses on.
“I get that I'm not the Demon Brigade's favorite because of who I am and where I started from. A young man named Jun Kono grew up to become “Outlaw” Jun Vegas. Yes, I was American-born, but I assure you that you can check my papers and I'd be happy to tell you I'm a citizen of the very country you claim you're here to purify. I make no secret that some of my major influences like Mr. Musket and “Wild” Winston Shoot were both famous gaijin. Wild, crazy, untamed spirits I'm more than happy to follow in the footsteps of. Besides… what you think of me doesn't matter.”
And for the first time since this began, Vegas now flashes his pearly-whites.
“Oh, but GRIM… GRIMMY-GRIM-GRIM… if my heritage upsets you, you're REALLY gonna hate me come October 24th. See, Your Ace of Aces, Max-J's Flashy Money Man has been pretty fun-loving up till this point. That's just who I am. I get into a lot of fights, but up till now I've been a positive guy who enjoys the finer things in life because unlike you, I've worked for them. But that guy? Gone. Out the window quicker than a poor man's last chips!”
“I'm gonna march right into Yokohama, chuck you out of that ring and throw your creeper reaper backside all over the complex and back! Up and down EVERY inch of the building until I drag your carcass back into that ring, punch your lights out, dump you right on your skull, then BEAT another World Tag Title opportunity out of you.”
A knowing nod.
“You started this. And for both Mike and myself, I'm gonna finish it, GRIM. There isn't anything you can conjure, summon or call forth from whatever fiery heckhole you can dream that's gonna keep you from getting this beating you deserve.”
And with that…
The Aviators are back on.
“I'm too pissed to even drop a card pun right now.”
Vegas departs....
Then comes back.
“No, I'm not. BET ON VEGAS!”
Okay, now fade.