Post by Rump on Dec 28, 2016 22:11:19 GMT -5
Jason: Looks like Mathew has finally run out of stamina, this could be bad for him!
Captain Rump tosses Mathew into the corner turnbuckle. Rump smacks his giant ass, then runs toward Mathew. Rump leaps into the air and smacks Mathew's chest with his massive ass causing Mathew to fall against the turnbuckle.
Andrew: Looks like Rump is setting Mathew up for a Dreaded Stinkface. This it finally it folks.
Jason: What is wrong with you Andrew, nobody wants to see this. I mean come on, Rump is here making a mockery of wrestling using such vile moves.
Rump turns around and repeatedly smacks his ass against Mathew's face. Rump pauses for a second to hover his ass over Mathew's face. Rump then humiliates Mathew by rubbing his giant, sweaty, stinky ass in Mathew's face
Andrew: Now that's some good entertainment. Finish him off!
Rump drags andrew into the middle of the ring. Within a matter of seconds Rump drops his full weight down plopping his massive ass onto Mathew's face. The referee begins counting.
...1...
...2...
Jason: Get up!
...3...
The referee signals for the bell.
Andrew: Looks like we have a winner. No surprise there.
Jason: How can you enjoy watching this dude? It's so disgusting.
Andrew: I got to admit, I enjoy watching those jobbers get what's coming to them. Besides I always rooted for the villians in comic books.
Jason: You're seriously screwed in the head. No one wants to see some fat dude shaking his ass out in the ring. Just listen to the crowd.
The crowd boos.
Andrew: Are you kidding me? The crowd loves him, they just don't know how to properly express it. I mean come on, they can't get enough of him.
Rump: That was too easy.
The crowd continues booing as Rump stands proudly in the center of the ring. He soaks in their negative energy as he slides out of the ring and heads backstage.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Captain Rump enters his locker room to find his Manager, sitting down on a nearby bench with another wrestler.
Manager: Finally i've been meaning to speak to you. I've got some news but you probably aren't going to like it.
Rump: What is it?
Manger: Why don't you sit down first.
Rump's manager signals for him to sit down.
Rump: Just tell me the news, and also why the hell is this dude in my locker room?
The manger turns toward the wrestler for a second then back to Rump.
Manager: Well you see, this isn't your locker room anymore. You're contract is up. This locker room belongs to him now.
Rump: What!?
Rump grows visibly angry as he creeps toward the manager.
Manager: Now hold on there. Don't do anything rash. It's business. He's a brand new wrestler from an indy federation. The fans just can't seem to get enough of him. And well you....
The manager trails off while attempting to gather his thoughts.
Manager: Frankly the crowd has gotten bored with you. You're matches are always the same. There's no thrill here. You're the biggest guy here, only a fraction of the federation can even lift you. You're rump is history. So take your things and leave.
Rump moves closer to the manager preparing for a strike. The manager shakes his hand claps twice. Two guards enter the room.
Manager: No need to make a scene just take your things and go.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Captain Rump stares at his reflecting in a bathroom mirror.
Rump: No time for getting cold feet now. You've done thi s several times before. These wrestlers ain't got shit on you. start.
Rump then begins to point at his own reflection.
Rump: You're the big bad wolf. You're the one who's going to be walking away a victor. So shut up and get your ass out there. If anyone stands in your way crush them into the ground, and if they have the balls to get up after that. Well.....you know what to do.
Captain Rump turns himself around and points his rump at the mirror.
Rump: It's a brand new year and a brand new federation. If anyone stands in my way......I'll give them something to remember me by.
Captain Rump smiles as he makes his way out the bathroom.
Rump: Anyone who crosses me is going to be on the recieving end of a Dreaded Stinkface!
Captain Rump tosses Mathew into the corner turnbuckle. Rump smacks his giant ass, then runs toward Mathew. Rump leaps into the air and smacks Mathew's chest with his massive ass causing Mathew to fall against the turnbuckle.
Andrew: Looks like Rump is setting Mathew up for a Dreaded Stinkface. This it finally it folks.
Jason: What is wrong with you Andrew, nobody wants to see this. I mean come on, Rump is here making a mockery of wrestling using such vile moves.
Rump turns around and repeatedly smacks his ass against Mathew's face. Rump pauses for a second to hover his ass over Mathew's face. Rump then humiliates Mathew by rubbing his giant, sweaty, stinky ass in Mathew's face
Andrew: Now that's some good entertainment. Finish him off!
Rump drags andrew into the middle of the ring. Within a matter of seconds Rump drops his full weight down plopping his massive ass onto Mathew's face. The referee begins counting.
...1...
...2...
Jason: Get up!
...3...
The referee signals for the bell.
Andrew: Looks like we have a winner. No surprise there.
Jason: How can you enjoy watching this dude? It's so disgusting.
Andrew: I got to admit, I enjoy watching those jobbers get what's coming to them. Besides I always rooted for the villians in comic books.
Jason: You're seriously screwed in the head. No one wants to see some fat dude shaking his ass out in the ring. Just listen to the crowd.
The crowd boos.
Andrew: Are you kidding me? The crowd loves him, they just don't know how to properly express it. I mean come on, they can't get enough of him.
Rump: That was too easy.
The crowd continues booing as Rump stands proudly in the center of the ring. He soaks in their negative energy as he slides out of the ring and heads backstage.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Captain Rump enters his locker room to find his Manager, sitting down on a nearby bench with another wrestler.
Manager: Finally i've been meaning to speak to you. I've got some news but you probably aren't going to like it.
Rump: What is it?
Manger: Why don't you sit down first.
Rump's manager signals for him to sit down.
Rump: Just tell me the news, and also why the hell is this dude in my locker room?
The manger turns toward the wrestler for a second then back to Rump.
Manager: Well you see, this isn't your locker room anymore. You're contract is up. This locker room belongs to him now.
Rump: What!?
Rump grows visibly angry as he creeps toward the manager.
Manager: Now hold on there. Don't do anything rash. It's business. He's a brand new wrestler from an indy federation. The fans just can't seem to get enough of him. And well you....
The manager trails off while attempting to gather his thoughts.
Manager: Frankly the crowd has gotten bored with you. You're matches are always the same. There's no thrill here. You're the biggest guy here, only a fraction of the federation can even lift you. You're rump is history. So take your things and leave.
Rump moves closer to the manager preparing for a strike. The manager shakes his hand claps twice. Two guards enter the room.
Manager: No need to make a scene just take your things and go.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Captain Rump stares at his reflecting in a bathroom mirror.
Rump: No time for getting cold feet now. You've done thi s several times before. These wrestlers ain't got shit on you. start.
Rump then begins to point at his own reflection.
Rump: You're the big bad wolf. You're the one who's going to be walking away a victor. So shut up and get your ass out there. If anyone stands in your way crush them into the ground, and if they have the balls to get up after that. Well.....you know what to do.
Captain Rump turns himself around and points his rump at the mirror.
Rump: It's a brand new year and a brand new federation. If anyone stands in my way......I'll give them something to remember me by.
Captain Rump smiles as he makes his way out the bathroom.
Rump: Anyone who crosses me is going to be on the recieving end of a Dreaded Stinkface!