Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2019 18:21:57 GMT -5
The lights fade in to see that I'm sitting on a bar stool inside "American Outlaw's Bar", the sight for this upcoming bar room brawl with Emerson. This establishment is located a few blocks south of the Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines Iowa. There are many bright neon lights hanging trough out this pub. The place is packed tonight and the music has been deafening. I've got the yearning to get down and party hard as all of this great hard rock plays. I'm feeling a fire rising up inside while I sit here, drink my liquor and think about the war zone that this place will become in the matter of a little over a week. My eyes are constantly looking around this bar as I continue to drink from my fifth of Jim Beam. I'm soaking in the blue print of this place's layout and my mind is also taking note of how I can use this sacred arena to tear into Emerson. After I've got a good fill of this place, I pay for a couple of more fifths of Jim Beam. The bartender informs me that they don't have any bags and while they thought that this was a problem considering I've already got one bottle. I take that opened bottle and down the rest of it before handing the empty container to the bartender before grabbing my two fifths only to walk outside. The sounds of this venue are still loud but the sound has dampened enough for me to speak as I walk up the street..
Damn Emerson, you made it too easy to turn you off of your beliefs that you had me in checkmate with all of those points you once felt so proud of. I figured that you might of at least tried to come back and enforce your beliefs even more but but instead you changed gears by trying to take another approach against me. One that seen you almost completely regress back into a new shell. One that'll crack again soon if I have my way but for now; I'm not going to get into that. For now, I'd rather focus on what you said earlier when you were starting to progress.
I take a moment to stop as I put one bottle on the concrete pavement before cracking one open. The cap at this time, it's useless to me because this bottle's contents will begin to vanish within a few chugs. I take in the first drink from this bottle and it takes no time to down a third of the bottle. Meanwhile, my throat, it's on fire and my vision has becoming less cloudy than it was.. It's never just a drink with me. Each and every time I hit that bottle; I make sure that it's going to hit me fast and hart. That's my lifestyle, this has been me for awhile now and no one is going to change me but me!
You claimed that you keep talking but I don't listen. Right? Well; We'll see and go with that since you want to lead and then abandon your whole approach before trying another route that shows just how you, a stalwart veteran of SFT measures up against The Zealot of SFT. You talked about how you idolized Hulk Hogan while you grew up and I painted a picture for you. A little later you thought that you'd speak to my darkened heart about being a role model just like you and once again; I told you exactly what I thought about your teddy bear attempt at winning over the crowd and I'm sure that they'll cheer for you when it comes time to get your hands dirty but in the end. I don't have limits Emerson. I couldn't give a fuck if anyone in the audience or backstage cheers for me. I'm not here for cheers or to hang out and be buddy buddy with everyone. I here for one reason. To push the information era chumps to be better while I've got time to do so because I want to see this place keep going.
I get it that you are complacent with what little you've accomplished in SFT, I understand that in the end, when it really matters; You don't really care about SFT. I'd like to say that you're down right ignorant but you know what's going on around you. You understand that this place, it's falling apart; SFT is on it's last leg and it's only a slight push away from being lost forever. Two huge reasons for this is A.) the lack of competition here. You've got Redd, and Saint Jude. As far as I can see, that's it right now. There is one that I'm hoping will turn out well. This is Cassandra. She's been on a tear lately. The rest of us, we're only competition if we decide to be. It just so happens that I'm geared different than the rest of you who haven't been listed on that extremely short list. Anyways onto the other problem here which is likely the most important. Recruitment, it's awful. There is no new blood coming in to hone their skills in this arena. I've tried over and over to get people back but each time I fall short. Most of them that I talk to about coming back, they don't want to regress to a minor league and that's exactly what this place is. SFT will continue to be a minor league until guys like you Emerson can step up to be not only a leader but also a challenge. Right now, you're nothing more than a push over. It seems like you'd rather sit on your ass and do what you've always done. I know that I'm repeating myself but the problem is this. Emerson, I keep talking but you just don't listen and until you do so. I'm going to keep pounding you down into the ground with facts. After all, facts are facts Emerson..
So here we go again.. Every single week you tell everyone about stuff that is going on in your life and how you feel about that. Ninety percent of the time, the shit you say has nothing to do with the match that you're in. Sadly if you manage to do both, this results in a forty five second promo. Emerson, why is it that you're so weak? You say that you've got heart but I don't see it. When I look at you, I see a person that I can easily impose my will on and sadly; There are a lot of kids out there that look up to you. Hopefully they smarten up as they grow up because you've always came to the ring with half of a heart.
That heart you claim to have stops short when it comes to stepping up like a man. Sure it's easy to take on someone who wants to pat you on the ass, or no show but when it comes down to standing up for yourself, you're still a snot nosed kid. And now I want to know, what the fuck is wrong with you Emerson? I honestly want to know so I can try to help you because I do feel bad for running over you like you're not even here and don't kid yourself. That's exactly what's going on here. I know that you've been taught how to write creatively but when it comes to shooting. You sir, are an unarmed opponent and there is a part of me that feels terrible about how I'm taking candy from this baby that wants to try to stand up against me but in the end, I know that there's only one way for you to learn and I'm the asshole on the outside of the inner circle that will lay it on you.
A man approaches me on the street while I'm working my way up the street to the hotel. This man that approached me, he kindly asks for a drink and I offer him my open bottle to the man and this guy he's more than happy to accept this bottle. After his meager drink, Rumpke says "Why don't you keep this bottle, I'll go get another at the next bar that's right down the road, Enjoy my friend.". The man thanks me before offering me a hand in respect. I shake his hand and say farewell before I continue to walk north.
I'm sure that Emerson will want to give me shit for that because I helped a person wanting to get a buzz but I really don't care what Emerson thinks. Sure he's a likable fuck but in the end he's always too judgmental, always trying to act like he's holier than I am and he's ALWAYS been one of those that complains about me repeating myself here and there; But the truth is that Emerson is always finding one hundred and one ways to explain how he's a simple man and not once before this have I said anything about that but the proof is in the promos/puddin. If someone would like to do some research then by all means look it up and see exactly how many times I've had to listen to the same old shit from him, the only difference was ninety percent of the time was that it was a different day. Yet in the end, it's always how he is a simple yet bland man.
So far, you've been consistently stepping back or giving up on what you believed to be the final nails in the coffin but in the end, you abandoned your heart to change messages while I'm still here, saying the same fucking thing about you in the ring and in the arena. It doesn't matter what you do Emerson. I can expose you and prove these facts until you learn to progress instead of regress.. You've been nothing but a huge joke Emerson and it's sad that I've got to knock you down a step because I do like you as a person.. Yet as a competitor, you're a poor choice to step up to me and the only reason that I'm beating you down now is because you wanted to try to look down at me and the old ways, otherwise it's likely that I would've stayed retired in the ring while continuing to handle staffing duties and waited for a match where I could've had REAL competition but here I am; Scheduled against you.. Hopefully you can shape up and do more than your third promo. Something that I'll get into later. Right now, I've got more important things to handle.
The camera looks on as Rumpke walks into another bar in search for more alcohol as the scene fades to black.
