Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 7:53:31 GMT -5
A sudden inhale can be heard moments before a drawn out exhale as I sigh, this time not in relief but disbelief as I do everything I can to stumble through this parking lot in Fargo, North Dakota. I've been drinking the past few days with no sleep and I navigate this blacktop parking lot while tripping; falling on my face, or busting my ass more than once but I continue to get up. My eyes take their watchful gaze (if we can call it that) off of the ground long enough to see that I've only made it half way across the parking lot when a bright light is shined on me from my right side. I'm able to hear a noise as I continue moving for the doors while I disregard what would seek to distract me from what I've got to do here very soon. I'm a wretch that is on a mission to prove my point against the paperweight champion and indirectly Emerson as well for his stance this go around.
These thoughts as well as more keep rolling through my mind as I slowly stagger closer and closer to the doors when a hand latches onto my shoulder. It's obvious that my reaction isn't what it normally is when it takes moments for me to set up my feet before swinging a sloppy haymaker that misses its target. I stumble off balance before someone tackles me onto the ground before slamming the back of my head onto the hardened blacktop.
A once easy going person just trying to make his way to the arena suddenly showed a flash of what made him the drunken brawler..
Instantly adrenaline overcame me much like a natural methamphetamine. It blocked out the staggering effects of everything I've had and have lacked lately. I didn't have time to think about the surge that followed. Before I knew it; I was being pulled off of a man dressed as a security member for Scheels Arena. There was a man on each arm. They both tried to restrain me as went into a full fledged berserker. Both held on as tightly as they could as I thrashed. One shocked me with a stun gun momentarily hoping to ease my onslaught but that only made it worse. This was the point where I felt an old spirit take over me. I used the arm he was holding onto by pulling him close enough in for a headbutt that relinquished his grip. The other man tripped me onto the pavement where my face met the pavement. The forceful meeting with the cold mix made me bounce back up. I hear mumbles of some sort but only see red at this moment. With a sudden burst. I put my fist into the only standing man's nose. The weight behind my punch forces the man onto the ground. Moments later; I hear a deep voice; one that establishes darkness incarnate. One that I'm extremely familiar with. My onslaught has paused long enough to pan around to see a large man standing off in the distance. His eyes are as black as the darkest coal. They represent a gateway to darkness where all light is consumed. His sadistic smile forever plagues my mind as my feet take on a mind of their own to approach this giant of a figure.
Peter Steele: The time is upon us Derek..My time has been coming for awhile now. You had your time with Lionel just as you wished. I gave you that but now I'm ready for my time on this earth. I've got some things that I need to take care of and it's just about time for you to take a back seat while I evoke our contract..
That was the last thing I heard before I went flying onto the darkened pavement face first once again. This time, all three men had jumped onto me.
Moments later a car pulls up into the arena when the camera pans that way; It see's Joseph Black emerging from the door before making his way over to the commotion. He coldly looks down at Rumpke before letting out a sigh before asking.
Joseph Black: Why have you always got to start trouble around every corner Rumpke? Honestly; every time I turn around; You're always creating some sort of disaster.
Josephs words fall on deaf ears in my regards as I'm too far gone. I've been gone for far too long.. Everything he says is a mumble to me.
Meanwhile a man holding me down; he asks Joseph, “Do you know this man?”
Joseph coldly responds after a quick sigh.
Joseph Black: I do but don't let him up right now because I'm certain the three of you will find yourselves in a brawl once again and based what I see with everyone of you battered and bleeding in some way. None of you want a brawl besides Rumpke. He's a special kind of stupid that doesn't react to brute force kindly.. Cuff him and then bring him into my office. Once he gets some rest and sobers up a tad, even if its only for a short time. I'll deal with him. Here's for each of your troubles.
Joseph pulls out a handful of hundred dollar bills before handing it to one of the guards.
Joseph Black: Split that any way you all see fit but thank Rumpke because it will come out of his paycheck. Just be sure to restrain him before you let him up. That's for your own good..
The scene begins to fade as the guards place shackles onto Rumpke's hands and feet..
I don't know how long, I was out but eventually, the scene; It faded back in to where I'm shackled and sitting in a chair. My eyes pan around to see three security officers that stand behind Joesph Black who is siting at a desk.
Joseph Black: Are you ready to talk Rumpke? I had to have you subdued because I'm not needing a loose cannon going around taking out anyone that looks at you wrong and I know that's exactly what you'll do these days. I've spent way too much time cleaning up the disasters that you create.
I hear Joseph but my head is on fire; it feels as if a mischievous demon is beating on my skull with a splitting maul while having no mercy for the pain that I feel. The light from Joseph's lamp wants to force my eyes shut for the simple hope that a reduction in light will ease my pain. I attempt to shield my eyes with my hands but the shackles prevent me from establishing a hope of relief. I'm left to relish in this ungodly pain..
Joseph Black: Well? What do you have to say for yourself, Rumpke?.Is there a reason that you're sitting across from me once again just as you've had to do so many times before?
Rumpke: This time, I was attacked Jospeh..
Joseph Black: There's always someone attacking you Rumpke. This is the gift that never stops giving... You're always beating on someone while I've got to save your neck from jail.. You're always getting into some sort of trouble Rumpke and honestly; I'm sick and tired of bailing you out despite the fact that the money comes out of your paycheck.
Rumpke: Peter Steele, he's back Joseph.. I saw him recently..
Joseph Black coldly looks at Rumpke for a moment before saying.
Joseph Black: Peter Steele has been gone for years. He's not coming back Rumpke. That's in your head.. I'm starting to think that I need to pull my weight to admit you into a place where you can get help. You're always going off the wall and hurting wrestlers here in SFT. One has retired because of you and the way you're going at Mya; I'm sure she will follow.. You re the most toxic type of crazy that I've ever seen. There's no doubt that you have an uncanny ability of getting results out of your opponents but I can't keep letting you sabotage SFT like this. I'm tired of turning my back for you Rumpke..
I pause for a moment before asking, “Can I have a stout drink?” Joseph replies “No, you can do that on your own time Rumpke. Besides I don't want another blow up from you which is surely what'll happen if you start drinking... I've seen you take out shackles when you're rested and fresh. I don't want to have to go in the hole for you.”
“Piss on it then. “ is what I tell Joey.. I've always been toxic and tried to control it the best I can but when people want to play games with me; when they want to blatantly piss on SFT; I rise up and this is exactly what has happened Joseph. You and Emerson might see me as the bad guy and I'm fine with that. I'll be happy to motivate that underachiever around every corner while I take care of business. Sadly in this case (for SFT as a whole). Emerson has shown exactly why he is a champion in his own right while Mya has proven that she has no business holding onto the championship that should be the best SFT has to offer (With Rules)..
Joseph Black: Rumpke, I know that there's little I can do to control you.. The only thing I can do for the moment is keep you tied up while you're dry out but you need to quit drinking yourself into annihilation. I know that you've heard this for many years now but it's a proven fact that one of these days; despite what you've accomplished being a drunken fighter; One day, you're going to crash harder than you ever have.
Rumpke: Until that day happens Joey, I'm going to do everything I can to be here in some fashion. You always protect the World title from the others unless these other champions want to challenge for that title. Most of them are easily won over. I was that way once when I took on Glenn Owen but Mya Denton hasn't got anything on Glenn Owen. I'm so sick of hearing about her when I know that she's a push over that doesn't deserve the title she acts lke she earned. You and I both know how Mya got that title Joey. We were fucked and now I'm going to show her a beating that she'll never forget; It honestly shouldn't be shown on live television because I'm going to make it a gruesome experience for her and anyone watching, no matter how hard Emerson tries to step in my way. He's got guts, and he has improved since the last time I faced him but the thing he doesn't get is that I'm viciously dedicated when it comes to putting Mya Denton in his place for the simple fact that her and Nirvana tried to swerve me. Neither of them thought about what that meant long term. They didn't fully understand what they were doing but come this Titans; I'm going to send a resounding message to both of them, that I'm not to be fucked with. I will correct this wrong that you and I know that I'm responsible for Joey.
Joseph coldly looks into Rumpke's firey eyes before saying “Release him, I'm certain the storm of uncertainty has passed. Yet I know that this feud isn't over, Oh and Rumpke; Leave these gentlemen alone. They were only doing their jobs..
I nod as the men cautiously approach me before unleashing the shackles that have previously held me then, yet I repect Joseph Black before giving him a nod as he unleashes me on Mya Denton and that's exactly what he is doing here. Emerson is merely wanting to shield Mya from me which makes me want to push even harder. This simple fact keeps me going because I'll not be denied by anyone when it comes to proving my point against Mya Denton.
After that valiant speech of “How about a hug?” you certainly shut yourself up; didn't you Emerson? You wanted to try to put me under your boot yet the tables have turned; Haven't they? Shame on you if you thought anything different. I've not heard a word from you since I last challenged you recently. Yet you go ahead and try to portray that your the one who has guts while trying to convince everyone that I don't have any. I'm not afraid of you Emerson, You're dragging and have been for awhile. Your sorry excuse for shooting has told me just that. Both of you want to shoot with me, a man that is a veteran when it comes to digging down while getting absolutely vicious.. That fake champion Mya, she has given up a long time ago while you Emerson; You're still trying to keep up with me. I do applaud that but the thing here is I'm dedicated to burying the myth that is Mya Denton with my barehands. I'll have it no other way and there won't be anyone that'll stop me from doing so Emerson. Right now, Super Em should go fly a kite and wait for the smoke to clear because he honestly doesn't want a part of me right now. Regardless of what all fairy tales he's tried to derive hope from. This isn't going to be a happy ending; It's going to be the ending of a career. I'm going to end her in SFT whether or not you get in my way. You're not going to stop me Emerson no matter how hard you try. I'm dedicated on a whole different level which shouldn't be fair to anyone involved but this is what it is...
Emerson, halfway through this match, you tried to convince me that I wasn't better than Mya Denton. You claimed she was the best.. Do you still stand by that given the fact that she's hidden under a rock this whole time? Are you ready to be proven wrong? That fucking buttercup will never have anything on me and you won't either. The best thing that both of you could hope for is that I'm having a bad moment. That's it because when I'm on top of my game; I'll lead both of you to find your way into my striking range. Emerson, you've got more heart and determination than our current farce of a World Champion but you're not ready to step up to me. You've had some flurries lately but that's all they were. Flurries; none of that could ever hoped to stop me nor would they silence me like you were begging others to give you the run down on how to do. It's not an easy task Emerson; Not even Redd himself who I've never beat could give you an answer on that. He's still trying to figure that out himself. He's only taken advantage of my fuck ups in the past but he's never beat me when I'm on my game. There's not been a person in SFT History that has ever beaten me when I was ready for war. And based off a lot of things you've said, done and asked for recently.. You don't have a clue how to bottle me up either. I've already told you that it's not going to happen and I'm showing you that. While you're scratching and clawing for things to say that you hope might affect me. I'm coming out and doing exactly what I do when I'm on top of my game. I'm demolishing everything in sight while giving both of you no fucking hope.
Not only do I overwhelm you here in the now but when it comes time to get nasty; I rely on the same strategy that is easy to see yet hard to stop Emerson. I'm an in your face brawler that's capable of going the distance with large and powerful people..I can knock others into tomorrow while I'll pound paperweights into the past. That's Rumpke, Emerson; I'm who I say I am and it'll never matter how you think you'll come out here hoping to gain some ground on me for the fact that I've been distant. You've outnumbered me in one way but content wise; You're being obliterated and that's the way it is when you expect to meet me head on when I'm on a tear
Rumpke nods before saying.
It's time for me to have a little sleep before our big match; Now's your chance Emerson. The best handicapt that I'll ever give you... After all, you've taken quite the stance at crying because you don't have a handicap up against me. Go ahead and use it.. Good night....
