Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2020 0:59:47 GMT -5
*The scene opens up inside a Rumpke's house. Harold, Mike, and Rumpke are seen hanging out in a extremely cloudy living room with a familiar face that we haven't seen in a very long time; Rumples! Harold is chomping down on some hot cheetos, while Mike shows us that he is enjoying a Michelob Amberbock while munching on cheetos. Rumples, that lovable ole stoner has a very large hookah bong which has a wide bowl filled to the brim of pot. Rumpke has one of the hoses that leads to the bong in his hand as well as an opened fifth of Kentucky Cornshine. Harold leans forward and lights the bowl of this large bong for Rumples and Rumpke. Both men take deep drags and hold the smoke in for a bit before bellowing out large clouds of smoke. Rumpke then looks at both Harold and Mike before saying.*
Rumpke: Judges?
Harold: I think Rumples still got you on that one too.
Mike: I'm agreeing with Harold, Rumples!
*Rumpke shakes his head in disbelief momentarily before he suddenly starts chugging the amber filled liquid out of his bottle of Kentucky Cornshine. Rumples eyes grow wide as he watches SFT's resident drunk go to town on that fifth of whisky.*
Rumples: I'm not doing that, you've got me there!
Mike: Yeah, I wouldn't try it. Rumpke will be stumbling around soon, and then we can laugh at him!
*Rumples giggles a bit while nodding in agreement with Mike's comment but Harold doesn't look too sure as he watches Rumpke finish that bottle. The drunk cheers loudly!*
Harold: I'd suggest waiting to see which Rumpke we're going to get before you start laughing!
Rumples: I'm sure that Rumpke will be fine. I've got more than enough pot for us all to keep smoking all night and that'll keep him in a great mood!
Harold: I think we should hide all of the weapons just in case!
*Rumpke looks at Harold with a smile on his face before he says.*
Rumpke: Nah, everything will be fine Harold. I'm just chilling and having a good time with you all.
*Rumpke then winks at Harold.*
Harold: Rumpke, shouldn't you be discussing your match with ICW's The Enforcer?
Rumpke: Nah, not right now Harold.
Mike: Then why in the heck do I have the camera on?
Rumpke: Oh fine, I'll talk about him some Mike but this clown isn't much to worry about. Based on the way things look right now, I would guess that he's planning on deadlining me. I'd bet that he might actually believe that I'm going to let him get by with that. If this is the strategy that the nincompoop is indeed planning on trying to execute against me then I'll easily counter him. In fact, this clown is already in a damned if he does and damned if he doesn't situation.
*Rumpke pauses for a moment while he leans forward from his sofa to place the empty fifth currently in his hands down on a coffee table. The drunk then grabs another full fifth of Kentucky Cornshine from the same table before he once again leans back while cracking the seal on his bottle.*
Rumpke: Let me be brutally honest with you all right now; I'm trying to not overwhelm this hopeless son of a gun "yet".. I'd like for him to actually believe that he stands a chance of representing his federation well against me. Heck, it's like I told Harold yesterday, I'm going to take it slow with this joke that's suppose to be an "Enforcer". I'll at least go light on him for now. After all, I don't want to shatter those dark dreams of his "yet".
*Rumples bursts out laughing after hearing Rumpke's response.*
Rumples: Rumpke, you're making this guy feel like he has a chance? That's cruel man; You should just put him out of his misery. I haven't even heard of this guy and I'm already feeling bad for him.
Harold: Rumpke, I don't think that anyone should be underestimated and that's exactly what you're doing right now. You're underestimating ICW's "The Enforcer".
Rumpke: Have you seen this guy in action?
Harold: I haven't.
Rumpke: Well I have and his performances are downright pathetic. Besides, this guy is going to come into SFT's house and try to make his federation look better? No, it's not going to happen; Not on my watch and if I want to take it easy on this hopeless individual for awhile before I break his balls. Then I will, it doesn't matter what any of you have to say too me. I'm the one and only person that'll be in this particular match representing SFT; I'll be handling this the way that I see fit. After all, I'm one of two people who are currently defending SFT in this crossover. Yet, so far; out of those two wrestlers defending this prestigious federation; I'm the only one that has put forth "ANY" effort at all in our current matches! Ironically, the other person involved in defending SFT's honor in this fed vs fed wars right now at Titans 79 happens to be a former hardcore champion; Yet, at this time. I'm the only one of both of us that is actually making any effort to defend this prestigious federation. Sure, I'm suckering my opponent but this takes effort.. Too be honest with all of you, I think that Cassandra needs to get that little tush of hers in gear! She's wasting time and making this place look bad when I know that Cass is better than this! I've seen her produce a great series in the past and while that was just one; I'm guaranteeing each and everyone of you that she's more than capable of doing this again. The problem is, lighting a fire under her ass and that's where I'm going to stop with my sister in arms. If she would like help then I'd be glad to give it to her! But for now I'll stop talking about Cassandra before I tell her that she's spent enough time around SFT to know how this game works here. SFT is a brutal place, for any champion!
*Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Rumpke smiles as he slowly gets back up to his feet. The drunk finally takes a drink from his bottle while he steps around the coffee table and approaches the door. Rumpke stops drinking before his hand reaches for the door and answer's it...*
Harold: Who's at the door Rumpke?
(This is the end of part 1. Part two of this rp is under construction.)
