Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2020 18:07:24 GMT -5
This is me loving it when a plan comes together!
*The scene fades in outside of Rumpke's house out in the country, located in Daviess County Indiana. The sun is shining well enough to give a person hope of the temperature being warm outside but once you step out of the door; You'll quickly realize that's not the truth, in fact; It's extremely chilly outside. This camera is slowly moving to a shed off in the distance. Behind it is a large forest full of bare trees. As we get closer to the shed, suddenly someone loudly says "Yep, I'll take that" before a steel chair comes flying out of the shed! The camera stops long enough to look at this chair; It has been modified too where there are large metal studs on it. This camera, it then pans back up to the shed when the same voice says "Yeah, this can come with me also!"; A wooden baseball bat comes flying out the door and lands right next to the steel chair! Tacks have been attached all over the head of this bat, ouch! Next thing we hear the guy say is; "No.. This will kill the guy.."*
*Suddenly Harold moves into the camera's view and asks; "Rumpke, is that you?" Sure enough, seconds after that question; Rumpke comes walking out of the shed holding a pair of brass knuckles that's had small spikes added to them. In the other hand, he's got a fifth of Kentucky Cornshine which is almost gone. This drunk doesn't have a shirt on despite the frigid temperatures and we can see that his chest and gut are covered in scars from previous hardcore battles. Harold takes one look at the Rumpke and shakes his head in disbelief.*
Harold: I've simply got no idea where too start with you Rumpke.. I guess I'll start off by asking you why in the heck are you running around in zebra slippers?
*The camera pans down to see Rumpke wearing fuzzy zebra slippers.*
Rumpke: Oh, that's easy! These are very cozy!
*Rumpke grins from ear to ear, revealing his broken and missing teeth. Harold sighs while slightly rolling his eyes at the drunk.*
Harold: Why are you only wearing blue jean shorts out here? It's freezing man!
*Rumpke takes a small swig from his fifth of Kentucky Cornshine as the camera pans over to Harold who is bundled up quite nicely before it goes back over to a minimally dressed drunk*
Rumpke: Honestly, I didn't plan on being out here very long. I was just pulling some of my old weapons out of storage to take them with me to Washington D.C. for Titans 79!
*Harold sighs before slowly explaining the following to Rumpke.*
Harold: No Rumpke, if you go to Washington D.C. then you'll be on the wrong side of the nation. Titans 79 is being held at Seattle, Washington!
*Rumpke's eye brows shift for a moment as his brain begins to think about what Harold just said. Moments later he smiles and says.*
Rumpke: Of course Harold, I already knew that! It was my intention to see if you were paying attention.
*Rumpke is grinning while he slyly winks at Harold who isn't convinced that the drunk one knew where he was suppose to be going.*
Harold: Okay then, moving on. Why are you bringing out your customized weapons? You haven't used some of these in years!
Rumpke: I know! I'm so excited that my plan is coming together!
*Rumpke does a few shuffle moves and dances a little in his zebra slippers when Harold says.*
Harold: Oh shit, you've got a plan? Gosh, that's a scary thought. Would you fill me in?
*Rumpke stops doing a little dance and finishes the remaining amber liquid in the fifth before he speaks.
Rumpke: I've not been able to use these toys for years as you already know and it's a shame because they bring a new light to hardcore matches!
Harold: You rarely ever use weapons in your hardcore matches though; Why are you going to start now?
Rumpke: Because I don't have to worry about hurting ICW's chumps! With these weapons, I'd have to pull swings back against SFT superstars so I wouldn't seriously hurt them! So, it just didn't make any sense for me to use weapons against my brothers in arms. Sure, every once in awhile I'd swing a pool stick, or break a bottle over their heads but that wasn't going to seriously injure them! Now, I've finally got free reigns to once again go full force so I'm bringing some of my toys with me!
*Harold points to the modified brass knuckles in Rumpke's hand while saying.*
Harold: Please tell me that you're not going to use those brass knuckles..
*Rumpke looks down at the spiked brass knuckles and shakes his head back and forth before saying*
Rumpke: No, I'm not even going to take these with me. Their more of a collectors item!
*The drunk one tosses the spiked brass knuckles over his shoulder and back into the shed.*
Rumpke: I'd kill these clowns with those brass knuckles. I'm not out to kill.. Although, I'll be willing to maim these imbeciles. Which reminds me of what I was looking for when you showed up! I'll be right back.
*Harold nods at Rumpke who turns and hastily moves inside the shed. A few moments go by and the drunk comes walking out of the shed with two different pairs of modified brass knuckles. One has small shards of glass glued to the top piece while the other has had metal studs welded onto the top piece. Rumpke holds out the studded knuckles and says.*
Rumpke: This pair is a meat tenderizer! Those studs have been very effective in the past.
*The drunk grins heavily while he then holds out the glass covered knuckles.*
Rumpke: While this one is a meat shredder! I'm going to have so much fun with The Enforcer and that "paperweight champion" Floyd McCarver!
*Rumpke starts dancing for a minute with a huge smile on his face. Harold once again shakes his head in disbelief at the drunk one.*
Harold: You're not right in the head Rumpke, you seriously should consider getting some mental help!
*Harold pauses*
Harold: Wait a minute. I didn't catch this earlier, what exactly was your plan that has worked out?
*Rumpke stops dancing.*
Rumpke: I had went to an ICW event with the hopes of baiting one of their wrestlers to come after me so I'd finally be able to go full force on someone once again and now; I've heard through the grapevine that Floyd McCarver is planning on attacking me soon! Which means that my plan has worked! I've lured him to come after me! Frankly, I'm ready to take that paperweight champion of ICW's to the bar and knock him into next week; But, I've got a different ICW jobber to take care of first! He calls himself "The Enforcer". I've watched this guy, he sure is big but the guy doesn't have much smarts.
*Harold looks at Rumpke.*
Harold: He doesn't have much smarts? Seriously? Let me ask you something Rumpke, have you looked in the mirror today?
Rumpke: Not yet, why? Do I have something on my face?
*Harold looks at Rumpke who is only wearing blue jean shorts and is wearing fluffy zebra slippers outside in this freezing weather; And then, SFT's head reporter shakes his head in disbelief again before telling Rumpke.*
Harold: Nevermind.
Rumpke: Alrighty then, yeah Harold; The Enforcer doesn't appear to have much of a brain at all; Here soon, I'll be running circles around this so called "Enforcer". Just give it time Harold; But for now, I'm going to take it slow with this chump. Why don't you guys come on inside the house? We can get out of the cold, drink some liquor, smoke some pot and you can eat some hot cheetos; while Mike and I eat regular cheetos!
Harold: Hot Cheetos? I'm in, Come on Mike, lets go!
*Rumpke leads the way to his house that's off in the near distance while Harold and the cameraman Mike follows.*
Rumpke: Mike, you can turn that camera off now; I don't want to overwhelm this poor "Enforcer" yet. That time will come but the promo is over for now.
*The camera suddenly shuts off the feed and the screen goes black.*
