Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2019 22:22:21 GMT -5
The screen fades in to a black background and on this blackened screen. Green letters, they form words. Words, create a sentence. It says..
It's been seven months since I've done something in an SFT ring.
Then, letter by letter; More words are formed as another sentence unfolds before our eyes.
I've been scheduled to six or seven matches over this time-frame but showed up to none of them...
There's a pause, one that see's the black screen fade into a darkened vision. One that see's glimmers of light all of around a forest at night. The camera, it pans around until it comes across a form in the shadows. This camera, it zooms in to see what Rumpke, sitting on a tree stump out in the woods. He then briefly says.
I would like to say that I simply got beat every single one of those matches but that would be a lie. The fact is, I got obliterated in all of those contests and in the end; I'm fine with that. The way that I see it. I not only paid penance for the sins that I committed against SFT but I refused to raise a fist against any of those lesser wrestlers. They were granted the handicap that they needed and having done so, I also allowed SFT to beat me down multiple of moments times two and a piece.. I killed two birds with one stone. And now, that I've paid for my crimes. Now, that I've got an uphill battle (Wouldn't have it any other way). I'm going to make a return to this once great place to pick up where I left off which is pushing the talent around me to be better than they were. Let's face it, they have proven time and time again that people like Emerson aren't capable of pushing others around him, heck this man; He has trouble pushing himself to do more than the bare minimum.
You see Emerson, some people around here, they would believe that I enjoyed having to shoot down on them so hard. When the truth is, I hate trying to constantly push others to do what they "should" already be doing here in SFT with out me (Making this a challenging environment).. I don't get any enjoyment of tearing my body up more than I normally would each and every night I prepare to show up. It's killing me inside man but this new age. Almost every one of you need a leader, someone who will punch you straight in the mouth when you're becoming lazy. This "NEW AGE" it needs someone that still believes in the "OLD WAYS". With out that x-factor in place. This place, with what is obviously second rate superstars becomes a sad promo of the Mr. Rogers Show.
Take Emerson for example, wanting to worry about the children watching this show. He's worried about what they might see if he (Once again) fights me in a Bar Room Brawl but back then, Emerson; He wasn't worried about the children. The main thing that he was worried about was protecting Mya Denton from me and we all seen how that went. Super Em, he showed up and caved in my skull. That man, he gave me the best fight in the bar that I've ever experienced but ultimately; The experienced bar room brawler reared his ugly head and when shit got real. The drunken brawler, he capitalized off of the same woman that he tried to protect ended up stabbing him in the back. I took that little cunt and every single shot she had after that until she was backed into a corner. That moment, was when she realized that she was lucky that I wasn't a vampire because when she was backed into that corner. There was no more quick and sudden movements. She had to exchange punches with me and it doesn't matter who you are. I'm the best brawler in this business.
The point of the last paragraph is this Emerson. You wanted to protect Mya back then and while you did an admirable job trying to keep me from getting to her, in the end Emerson; You failed just like you will fail at stopping me in this Bar Room Brawl. You wanted to bring the children into this didn't you Emerson? Because you're stuck in a pg era that has always wreaked like a pile of shit; But regardless, let's bring the children into this Emerson just like you want to. I'm game and I'll play.
Yes Emerson, I understand that children watch us. They will want to replicate their favorite superstar but you don't need to fear for them because I'm not a baby face. I don't have a lot of children looking up to me but you've got a lot looking up to you. Yet in the end I guarantee you one thing. The children that do look up to me will always beat down the kids that look up to you because I'll show the kids watching how to come back and shake shit up. None of those that agree with me will be a pathetic cunt like you are Emerson. And yes son, you'll win either way because after I'm done peeling your ass up off of the floor. I'll buy you a coke, yes a coke and if you push yourself even harder than you did the last time that you came at me in a bar room brawl, hell I'll buy you some chicken nuggets if you prove that you are worth "ONE" gold star.. How does that sound?
Anyways lets get back to the kids for arguments sake. In the end, you shouldn't look at yourself like you're a role model because the truth is that you're a politician, one that is going to get a lot of your follower's ass kicked by real men. I can see it now, you've motivated many of kids to become wrestling stars at their jr. high or high school but in the end. That's where everything stops for them because all they know how to do is wrestle on a mat.. When it comes to hitting a man in the mouth, and taking a punch, these fucking cunts have no idea how to throw the first punch yet alone follow up. Hell man, I thought that you cared for the children Emerson? Why are you wanting to lead them into the butcher's grasp?
I realize that another thing you want to talk about is the old ways. You want me to abandon those times but the truth, the FACT is that these ancient methods have always been what has pushed you and others to do more than the standard one count. In the end, I can see that you're not only the meek but you're also the lazy plague that keeps one believing that this new information era is enough to keep SFT competitive but the FACT is that you've had your chance.. The reality is that you couldn't put SFT on your back. You, a stalwart believer in this new age couldn't do what was needed and this is one of the reasons that I'm back because I CAN put this sad excuse of a company on my back. I've got it in me to push MOST of you cunts to do more than than the pathetic low bar that you've set for yourselves.
This fact right here is why everyone wants to be a lazy piece of shit before they come up with excuses that I go on and on like a 80's wrestler. First question there is this Emerson, what era was Hulk Hogan running wild in? Yeah, that's right; the same era that you looked up to.. The exact point in time that you want to make fun of. The fact is that you're a fucking hypocrite, wanting to portray your adoration with him. You want to promote Hulk Hogan like he was a hero to you but in the end; You're fucking lazy atleast Hogan literally gave his body to this business. You've done what? Given a pathetic promo here and there? You've done the bare minimum to keep yourself a float trying to pretend like you're a veteran when the truth is that you're still a Rookie that hasn't, after all these years been able to become a consistent main eventer.
In the end at this time Emerson, you're still the little bitch that these fists of mine have ran wild on any fucking time that I've showed up. Another fact fact for your lazy ass is is that you are a lazy excuse for a veteran yet alone a champion. This is why Cassandra took the Intercontinental Title from you easily. It took one short promo for her to overcome three of your bland speeches. With that one promo, Cassandra earned her title because the fact is you are weak Emerson. You've always been a sorry excuse of a champion much like most of the yes men here..
Speaking of the facts, lets dig into those a little more.. You want to play patty cake with every single opponent. It's almost as if you believe that this is respect. When the Fact is that if you respected an individual then you'd quit being a pathetic cunt and give them a good match. You'd do this not only for them. You wouldn't stop there Emerson because you'd want them to step up to you but in the end and this right here is the most important fact. You'd push people out of respect for those who had came before you. One of them you pretend to hold so dear, close to their heart but the FACT is that every time you be a lazy, good for nothing bitch, You're choosing to piss on his legacy, his grave....
And with that statement, I'm going to close out. I'll give you a chance to prove that you're not just a little bitch who fears getting into a conflict because it would mean that you'd have to work harder than your use to doing but remember; I'm here to push you fucking cunts just because NOT A ONE of you is capable of doing this. If you'd like to measure up the new ways versus the old ways next time then why don't you make the next promo revolve around that instead of the children that you're going to get planted face first in the locker or on the pavement. Honestly Emerson, I figured that you were more of a man than that but I was wrong. In the end, I WIN you fucking cunt but nice try!
At the end of this 80's era shoot fest, Rumpke takes one last drink before the screen fades to black.
