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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on May 29, 2021 18:38:10 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT Tuesday, June 8th, 2021 LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Tag Team Match The Commonwealth vs. Skip and MUD
Roleplays are due Sunday, June 6th at 11:59PM Eastern Minimum 300 Maximum 5000
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Post by Aiden Reynolds on Jun 6, 2021 22:52:01 GMT -5
The biggest mistake.
Just a little under two years ago Aiden Reynolds had a decision to make. It played on his mind for days as he sat and stared out the window of his small apartment in New York City. He had left WWH, he hadn’t found a steady job, instead taking bookings in small companies and being a personal trainer. But he was happy. He was living with his girlfriend Florence, he had friends and people he could count on at Wolfslair as well as Dickie Watson, who had quickly become like a little brother.
He had a great life, a happy life. One that he honestly never thought he would have after Japan and the unpleasant nature of the business and personal relationships.
Having a tag partner and best friend jam a knife into your back, having an employer try and blackball you from professional wrestling and losing a woman you thought was the love of your life would break lesser men. But Aiden wasn’t quite like that. Sure he criewd, he drank alot of beer, he put on ten kilos and lost his abs which made him cry more into his Skippy the bush kangaroo limited edition pillow. But, he was able to pull himself out of that.
He found Dickie, he found Florence, he accepted Wolfslair. And they accepted him.
It was an overcast day in New York, the grey clouds coming over to darken the skies as Aiden scratched his chin in deep thought. He was quiet, too quiet. Dickie Watson obviously knew something was up. He scratched his chin and narrowed his eyes to mimicking Aiden before clearing his throat. It got no reaction from Aiden, he didn’t even turn his head to find where the noise came from Aiden just kept staring, his other hand holding something tight. Dickie’s eyes moved down to it and then back up to Aidens face before clearing his throat louder. Still nothing.
“Oi cunt”
Aiden snapped out of it, he turned his head with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Oi what?” Dickie shrugged and folded his arms over his chest moving around to the window leaning back against the wall right next to it.
Aiden shook his head waiting for it. “You just seem quiet bruh. Whats wrong?”
“I’m just thinking.”
“That’s worrying.”
“Oi fuck off mate.”
Dickie laughed and shook his head before sighing heavily and rolling his eyes. “Seriously though mate. What is it?” Aiden looked down at his hand and opened it, a small ring box, purple, with gold trim. He swallowed hard and turned it, opening it up. Dickie stuttered for a moment and tilted his head. “Mate, I’m flattered but it’s kind of sudden...just promise me we can get a house in the country”
“You really are a fuckin dick…”
“Well..I mean..my name.”
Aiden shot him a glance, he was done with Dickie’s shit, which was strange as nine times out of ten it was the other way around. Dickie smiled and stepped forward. ”So, you gonna ask Flo to tie it up eh?” He gave Dickie a nod, turning the box back towards himself to look at the ring. It was modest, but tasteful, kind of shocking Aiden would pick it out. But there it was. In all it’s golden glory. “It’s..kinda soon right?”
“Yeah I guess mate but….when ya know ya know. Ya know?”
Dickie looked a little confused blinking a few times and then nodding patting his friend on the shoulder. “I know…” Aiden smiled wide, proud and ready to go, a glint in his eye showing he was happy. “I’m happy for you mate. I am. Good luck yeah?...I hope she says yes.”
Dickie gave his friend a wink and turned towards the door, Aiden swallowed and sighed hard. “Me too mate...me too”
We’re back.
“Would you stop pouting?”
“I’m not”
Dickie shook his head staring at Aiden, turning his phone towards the Australian star, his arms folded over his chest as he grunts noticing he’s being filmed.
“Oi...fuck off.”
“See, pouting….”
Aiden turned his head and then his body front on to Dickie with a growl..
“Look. I get that ya wanted this and now here we are ready to go. But why the hell are we facing Mud Skip? Or Skip and Mud? I mean, hey it’s our first match back here’s a couple of people with names that no one really cares about. One of which being literal mud. LITERAL FUCKING MUD DICKIE.”
“Yeah I know bu-”
“One of them, Skip, looks like he should be sitting outside a middle school in a plain white van with “free candy” written on the side in black dripping paint or some kind of bad Mister Rogers questionable rip off you can only see on the dark web for 0.0081 bitcoins.”
“I...what?”
“Legit mate, look at him. Here.” Aiden pulls out his phone flicking through the Apex Roster page spinning the phone around. “LOOK”
“Yeah, Aiden I get it...he does look a little..Miles Balke-y”
“RIGHT?. This is one of our opponents? This grinnin fucking thumbs up goofball with long stringy hair that looks like you wouldn’t trust him with a flaming bag of dogshit? That’s who we have to face mate? And then Mud? Fucking Mud. First off, his name is Mud, wet fucking dirt. I don’t think it should be fucking Mud it should just be soil, cause he ain’t making anyone moist looking like he just emerged from a fucking bin full of hypodermic HIV needles.”
“...Jesus Aiden.”
“I’M CRANKY AND MY BLOOD SUGAR IS LOW…”
Dickie blinks and hands him a snickers.
“....You’re not you when you’re hungry….”
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