Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2018 23:38:30 GMT -5
*The scene opens up and we see Rumpke walking through a woods. He is slumped over, leaning on a hand crafted staff that has a morel mushroom carved in the top of the staff. He leans over and looks while thinking too himself..*
(Damn, it must be too early for the morels here in Indiana. We've had some decent weather this "spring"; Warm days in the sixties but we've also had some below freezing nights as well... Hopefully, mother nature can rebound and bring us some sort of mushroom season before it's too late.. Once the end of April gets here. There's no chance for mushrooms and damn; I'd love to have some Morels...)
(I've spent a lot of my time working on getting the farm ready for the growing season.. There has been times that Greg has needed me to help him get his heavy equipment ready for paving season and I've honestly felt like I might've been spread a bit to thin with everything going on. Heck, I figure Emerson is dancing at the hopes of an easy win but this is the moment where I'm going to shatter that thought. This is the time where I'll bring SFT with me on this sad mushroom hunting experience just so I can get something going.. I know that I've been way too quiet.. I'm sure that I could've done more than I have but you know what.. I'll turn things around.. This is the moment where I'm going to get going with the fury that meets my standard. Emerson has had his spotlight and now I'll shut that light off on him..)
*Rumpke suddenly stops where he is, straightens his body up before looking at the camera. He pulls a flask out of his back pocket before twisting the cap off before taking a drink.*
Well, here we are again Emerson; We're about to forge a new chapter in our tale. It's been a very long time since we've seen each other standing across the ring from each other. My memory is very cloudy but I remember mopping the floor with you many times back then. Yet, for the sake of things; Lets assume that will play no part in this new chapter because it honestly shouldn't.. After all, you've became more resilient and are a veteran these days. That is showing more and more every week.That's why today is a new day Emerson. You're now a former World Champion. You had a good run but ultimately you done the same thing I did.. We both dropped the ball when we could've won.. If we would've put more heart into our defences, we'd of held onto the title. Regardless, that doesn't matter now because we can't take that back but know that we'll always be able to remember it in hopes that we never make that mistake again..
Anyways, Emerson.. We've both progressed since our past match ups. You're starting to come into your own. Yet the thing is Emerson. You're where I was a few years ago minus our obvious differences..
You've got a big heart and it seems untainted.. The love of your son fuels your existent while many regrets fuel mine. You want to provide a good life for your son, and do everything you can to protect him while I live to forget my failures at being a father, a son and a husband... I'm constantly losing my mind every night so I don't have to re-live the past. I hate to regret and regret to hate. It's a constant cyclone inside my soul that always keeps going. It never slows down Emerson. There is always some kind of turmoil going on inside of me and it's got to find a way out. What better way to let the rage out every night than to swing at "myself" each and every event or underground fight that I attend? Why not drink myself to sleep and take an ungodly amount of sleeping pills just to dream? Shouldn't I numb the pain with the painkillers that I've always known intimately?
Emerson, it's clear that you've got a big and rich heart. One that is full of love. This extraordinary muscle is capable of pushing you through many grueling trials.. Yet, I possess a large and darkened heart.. Now, let me vaguely put this into match relevance for us, shall I? I've been through a lot of trials with this dark heart. Some I've failed.. One that comes to my mind is when Lucas challenged me for the World title.. I dropped the ball and didn't rely on my tenacious attitude. I didn't follow through the way I should've and I'll always regret that Emerson.. While, somehow; You were able to beat Lucas. You did something during his title defense against you that I didn't do when I faced Lucas.. You overwhelmed him Emerson. You were relying on your heart to carry you through and it did that night..
I salute you for that night Emerson, but after that, it was as if you had became complacent much like I did a few months after I took the title from a true legend in SFT, Glenn Owen.. You lost your edge almost immediately.. From the night you defeated Lucas Balkan, you coasted with your head down until you came up against Jamo who was coming at you as an already beaten man. The week before, He had lost everything he had and everything he wished for when I took his Intercontinental championship from him. Only to exchange it for the new Hardcore title.. You could've really capitalized on that but instead you let him spout off with his bullshit.. Never once did you call his bluff, instead; You let him walk into that ring and take the World title from you... And honestly Emerson, I shouldn't be pissed because I also dropped the ball but damn it man, come on... I can't help it. I feel this obsession that makes me want to push you much like you tried to lead me in this match. This feeling, it seeks to overcome me in order to show you how you were wrong yet in my head I know that I was wrong to let that weak attempt of Lucas overcome me..
I regret a lot of my choices in life Emerson yet I'll never ask for anyone's pity.. And I don't think Louis was asking you for pity that one time, awhile back but you wanted something to throw at him.. Fact is, I don't need you or anyone else to feel sorry for me because that does nothing for my life.. I'm the only one that can change. This man that stands before you controls his own destiny. I'm not going to get pissed and blame you or others for my failures.. I deserve everything I get. That's a fact.. I do what I can to carry these chains that my life has produced and I suspect that I'll carry them until the day that my body becomes cold.. As hard as it's been. I've adapted to my inner feelings. I've been able to twist reality in a superficial way and so far; I've also lived through those moments but every day is a gamble. Nothing is guaranteed.. Yet, I don't have much choice. The ruts that I'm stuck in, has been there for awhile. My wheels have been spinning for a very long time.
Anyways, Emerson; You're here checking this moment of time for some kind of inspiration. So you might be able to bring a better fight my way because what you've got right now is childs play and we'll get into that as time goes.. For now, I want you to know that I've spent literally hours trying to be inspired for this match with you Emerson. Then it finally hit me that this fight with you; It isn't inspiring. That's because you, lack the presence to be inspiring. You go into your childhood about heroes and how you'll never be one or some other idea that lead you to become who you wish you are now and I want to go to sleep because you lack confidence. You're promos, they simply put me to sleep. And while I hate myself, I can't help but to feel pity for you Emerson because you are so fucking boring that it blows my mind. Nearly every time I watch one of your promo's, I make sure there are no sharp objects around. I double check to make sure the guns aren't around because your lack of confidence makes a part of me want to kill myself.. You're that pathetic when it comes to having some guts...
I don't understand how you were ever champion. Perhaps and honestly; it might of been because someone wanted you there... Yet here you are, following up with a bullshit attempt at leading me... That was your way of shitting on their belief in you. Fuck you Emerson, you should be ashamed of yourself.. You call that leading? Do you think you given me something to go on? Stand clear chump, I'm the son of a gun that'll lead you to the next phase. I'm not limited by politics.. I couldn't give a shit what any of you think about me but all of you will recognize that I what I say will make a main event out of nothing just like I'm doing now Emerson. You had nothing to bring and here I am trying to pull you along so you might have something to feed off of. I sure as hell didn't have that luxury but I don't give a damn. I've had a lot of things want to keep me from doing my job here in SFT this week but none of them. Not a fucking one of those things or people realize that when push comes to shove. I'm the man that you bet on to bring the fight because that's what I do Emerson!
I don't pussy foot around, skipping stones trying to dodge some subjects while touching other topics. You can count on me getting to the point. I'm not going to tip to around for you or others and I expect the same thing.. Do you get me Emerson? Do you really want to be a leader? If so, then you need to step up wholeheartedly.. Quit cutting corners Emerson.. You wanted to try to educate Jamo on what it means to be the World Champion; And I'm going to tell you something right now.. Just because you have the first promo, doesn't mean that you "drew first blood and it sure as hell don't place you in second place"; when all you're bringing to the fight is a toothpick... You can't mosey on along against someone like me Emerson, you may think that it's taken me awhile and it has but that had absolutely nothing to do with you. I've been busy, shit happens but guess what; I'm here now in this moment and I'm going to put the fists too you..
"You were quietly waiting on Jamo to strike." is what you had said previously. But let me get into that.. I need to put a whole different light on that Emerson because I don't think you understand what striking first really means.. Sure, you got the first promo out before him and me both (this time) but your promo against me had little to do with you and I. It was a vague strike, something that has been blocked because it didn't have any meaning. Frankly, that promo was shit.. Now, I'm doing what I can to pick up the pieces. Here I am still doing the same thing that I've done while I've been honestly been around (besides a select few times where I obviously dropped the ball but sorry pal; This isn't one of those times).. I'm taking over so I can show you how this first blood shit truly works. While you may want to wave your hand and praise your efforts of drawing first blood. That shit was only a pin prick that didn't amount to anything Emerson.. The only thing that did was piss me off because you seemed to believe that you honestly did something when in reality; You didn't do shit besides spot a few words..
*Rumpke has a few chuckles before he takes the pain medication and drowns it with the contents in his flask.*
You'd like us all to believe that you've got the heart to win this match and I do honestly believe that you've got heart but the problem in this match up against me is that I've always had a heart too. Although it is darkened but don't fool yourself there. It's strong; But you have infamously lacked the edge that you need to push yourself further Emerson.. You've shown some brief strides of being able to shoot but honestly; ninety percent of what I've seen from you makes me yawn. You're meek and utterly forgettable. As cruel as I can be, even though I don't give a shit about many of things and drink away the rest.. I'd like to see you become more than you are. You've got the foundation needed. It's all there but you've got to put the puzzle together so you can progress.. You can't hope to continue on with your feeble methods of "leading me/or others"... You drew first blood Emerson, so what. What did that get you? What did you do with that moment? Absolutely nothing.. You twiddled your fingers just like I took longer to get started.. You're highlight of leading me was asking me something and comparing me to Rumpelstiltskin... That's all you had Emerson... And after all of this time, you should be ashamed to consider yourself in the same league that I'm in... Because in reality, you're not. If you were, you'd be able to give me something to go off of, wouldn't you? Yet instead you try to sugar coat shit, hoping others see that your trying.. Sure, you're trying but it's not good enough to take on someone of my caliber! That's a fact. With your current approach, I'll slaughter you while yawning because you've got absolutely nothing to bring to this table initially.. But, you've got a chance to recover. You can feed off of what I've brought..
Don't you honestly see what my job is? I'm truly and undoubtedly here to lead you and the others that can't find their own way. That's what I do Emerson; I know you feel the muscles in your body flexing because you thought that you drew first blood; I'm sure you take my long silence as a sign that I've lost a step but none of that is the case. The only thing you provided was an injection of an irritant that pissed this man off and with the little time left, I'm completely dedicated to catching up with you (won't be hard based off of what you've done with your chances to shine).. You didn't have anything special to come up with while I was "gone". There was no tko's in your words.
You tried your best yet now, I'm going to show you how to bring the counter punch that pushes you or causes you to throw up your hands and give up. It's all up to you, you'll do what you want with this.. I don't really care what you do with it because I'm ready to go. You wanted Jamo to impress you? I want you to impress me chump but I won't hold my breath because what I've seen from you hasn't amounted to a pile of shit that threatens my boots Emerson... That's the way I see it.. You might of progressed since our last bout but you're still behind me.. When you think that you're on my level for what ever reason you can dream up. Remember that I took that meaningless shit you brought to the table and turned it around to give you something to go off of.. That's how you lead Emerson..
I'll do it again as it seems that I must but that'll be for another time.. I've given this match a chance to be something, unlike you're bullshit attempts that didn't amount to anything. I don't have to wonder why Jamo took you out.. Your performance against him was almost as sad as it has been against me so far; And yet you want to teach him how to be a champion? Ha! Before you do that, you've got to have some kind of backbone Emerson..
Right now, before this promo has came out, I'm sure that you're feeling like your sitting pretty but don't stop. Try to imagine that I can turn this around quickly because I've been known to come out with a fury. You've done that once or twice that I've actually seen but I understand that I don't see all.. By all means Emerson, do step up. Find it in yourself to bring more to the table.. You may want to pat yourself on your back like you've done something against me but honestly; You've done nothing. I slowed down, yes but that had nothing to do with you. It was all a design and issue of time and my very on negligence.. That's it Emerson. Now, I'm here and going to bring it to you. Meanwhile, you've squandered that head start and I'll make you pay for it; But for now, let me quote you and others. I'll try to hold my nose high up in the air to make it official.. "That is all".. Yet I'll add my own twist... "We'll be in touch, you can bet on that.."
*Rumpke stops looking into the camera and slumps back over with his eyes to the ground. Cautiously watches every step he takes before glancing a few feet in front of him. Gazing for the elusive Morel as the scene fades out.*
