Post by Rumpke on Jan 15, 2017 16:26:38 GMT -5
*The video begins playing. The camera fades in soon enough to see a glass bottle shattered over my head. The jolt forces my head and this body takes one step back. I turn my head back around to look at my attacker and I am hit again in the side. The glass cuts into my skin as the man briefly smiles at me. A smile is returned as I snatch him up. The knee to the groin was a direct hit, I removed the bottle from my side and jam it into his back. He has time to let out a slight yell before I knock him onto his back. The glass bottle is heard breaking and surely is digging in to his skin from many different jagged directions. The man tries to recover and starts to get back up on his feet but he's met by my boot before its lights out.*
*People are heard cheering while others boo. I look around at those cheering and booing and noticed that the people cheering were also being handed money while those booing were often the ones handing money away. I walk through the doors and leave the cage. People are smiling at me while others snarl at me. With one foot after another; I cautiously walk through the mob waiting for someone to jump me, and hoping for it. Let one of these rich jokers even attempt to jump me. I'll introduce their face to their ass in a hurry. Unfortunatley, not one of them tried a damn thing and I made it to the back. Once the curtains were shut the loss of blood hit me and my senses began to fade. I reached out to the wall and used it to help me balance myself as my legs kept churning to the first door on the right. One of the fighters quickly gets out of his seat, runs up to me and latches onto me. Trying to hold me up and the moment his hands grabbed me. The dizzyness and fatigue left my body. With a fury I shove him into the wall. Fists begin to fly and once the dust settles the guy is laid out on the ground.. I didn't need his help, not once did I ask for his help. He wanted to be a good samaritain and look at him now. Next time he will mind his own business..*
*I walk over and take a seat. My hands, they reach into a large dufflebag and pull out a fifth of Kentucky Cornshine. I take a long drink before saying.*
Those poor bastards booing me were the same ones that bet against me. They boo not because they don't like me but because I cost them money. Good, fuck them, they shouldn't have bet on the large guy with no heart. It was easy for him to do something while he had the upperhand but when it came time for him to rise above the resistance, he couldn't hack it and folded like a chair.
I'm use to defying the odds, and ruining days. Its just another day in my life. All of you betting for the other three chumps in this upcoming match. Get your money out, I'm about to rip it right out of your hands with a smile on my face. Fact is none of these men have the grit to stand toe to toe with me and shame on all of you for thinking any different. Each time I connect with a thundering shot to their face, it'll be to my satisfaction knowing that I'm hitting each and every one of you in the gut. It thrills me to know that not one of you have any faith in me. The thought reinforces who I am and fuels me even more to do what I must to make sure every fucking one of you are wrong. Besides, I don't go out there and fight for anyone of you. I go out to the arena for myself. Skulls get cracked by these fists because I love it! This flesh gets scarred and these bones get broken for the sole purpose of building strength. FOR ME!!!
*I take another drink from the bottle before saying..*
Imagine the moment I found out that I wasn't going to step in the arena again with Mr. Tom Frost. He has dodged a bullet for now but soon, he will have no choice but to step up and fight me one on one..
Menaki, You haven't stepped in this ring for along time eh? I don't blame you for saying that, I wouln't want to recognize getting my ass beaten easily like last week either. Last Slam I threw that big ass of yours over the top rope. You got the easy way out. This week, there isn't no over the top rope stipulation to save you. I won't have to watch weak men flee because they couldn't take the heat. There is none of that in this match Menaki. You won't get to leave the match if you happen to go over the rope. I won't allow it because I was't done with you last week. This time, your going to get the brunt of what this 5'10" tank can do. I don't need anyone to lay down for me just so I can work my way up... You don't have to allow shit Menaki, I'll bend you over all the same. Your willpower won't stop me from chopping you down like a tree. Your lanky arms certainly have the reach on me but you lack tenacity. You hop around everywhere in that ring trying to dodge all of the blows you can and your trying to be fancy. Do you want people to love you for your flashiness? You certainly don't need to do that to get them to love you. Everyone's always talking about how your going to win this match..
But what happens when I plant your seven foot frame in a corner? How will you react when you realize that you have nowhere to go? You won't have anywhere to go besides through me and the chances are, I'm already ontop of you. Working your body the way I see fit. Beating your ribs, throwing that speed and quickness of yours out of the equation.. I'll take all of that away from you and force you to stand toe to toe with me. You'll either throw down or you'll get ran over and that is the undisputable fact.
I'm glad that what I said last week has finally sunk in. Maybe you'll have a little more fight in you this week. Hopefully there's a fight deep down in that tree like frame of yours. I know you gave quite a speech there that would have moved me if I hadn't seen through your words. If I hadn't of tasted what you had to offer. If I wouldn't have experienced that weak fight that you brough to the table, I would have bought all of that bullshit but I already know your a poodle. Its obvious that your puffing up that big ole chest of yours attempting to intimidate me and the others. All that shit does you no good against me. Your fire only feeds mine..
Yes, I sat back and ran my mouth. Looks like what I said finally sunk in a week later.. Your pissed now? Where were those guts at in the battle royal when I threw your ass to the outside? You certainly had alot of fight that night didn't you? Do you think these people buy that shit? You won't see any cowering from me just because your pissed. I'm thrilled that your fired up and ready for you to bring the fight to me. Beat me to the line and give me your best shot. I'm ready to take that and anything else you throw at me. Wait... Can you hear that? Their laughing at your dumbass. I don't know what the administration seen in you. My best guess is they thought that since you were big, you must of known how to fight or maybe your here to be the joke that you are. Luckily I'm not in their shoes because you would haven't even made it in the ring as a fan. You don't deserve to be in the same room with me you fucking disgrace. None the less, you have been placed in my way once again and this time. I get to take my time punishing you and anyone else looking to step up. With that being said.. Get ready jokers, its about time to lay it on the line. See ya soon..
*The lights fade out to a bloody and beaten but not broken Rumpke finishing his fifth of Kentucky Cornshine.*