Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2020 0:51:54 GMT -5
Narration: Welcome back folks! We left off with Harold, Mike, Rumples and Rumpke sitting in Rumpke's living room; Hanging out, eating two different types of cheetos while getting fucked up. There was a knock on the door, "The Drunk One", Rumpke smiled before making his way over to his door and then opened it. At that point we were left with a question when Harold asked Rumpke; That asks "Who was at the door?" We left off with seeing nothing more. Well, strap your belts in for another blast from the past!
*Rumpke looks at Harold with an odd expression before saying.*
Rumpke: No one is here. Please tell me that you all heard the knock also?
*Each of them reveal an expression of intrigue as well as paranoia while they nod at Rumpke.*
Rumpke: At least I'm not hearing things.
*The lights in the house begin to flutter. This happens for only around ten seconds but the odd feeling in our gut made seconds seem like minutes before everything around suddenly gets lost in what now is a pitch black environment. Rumples asks..*
Rumples: Rumpke, did you forget too pay your electric bill?
Rumpke: Ask me tomorrow, k?
Rumples: That's probably a fucking no! How in the heck do you have so much money and forget to pay your electric bill! You're a freaking idiot!
*Rumples continues to chew out Rumpke while a chugging sound can be heard in this darkness. Rumples goes silent while Rumpke keeps chugging away. Moments go by and then Rumples asks.*
Rumples: Harold will you please light the bong again?
Harold: Sure!
*Harold strikes the lighter and focuses on lighting the bong while Rumples begins smoking. Rumpke has just now finished his bottle when he looks at Mike who's face looks like he's seen a ghost. If only it was a ghost, because standing right behind Rumpke is a towering figure. His face is a pale white too the point that it seems slightly transparent when one looks at what appear to be black veins. This large individual is looking at Mike when he smiles. His smile reveals sharp teeth all through out his mouth.*
Mike: Rumpke, look out! Behind you!
*In a flash, Rumpke turns around and smashes the empty fifth bottle over the large mans head. This individual takes the blow before he grabs and throws Rumpke halfway across the room! Rumples looks up and immediately gets choked up on the smoke that he took in while Rumpke staggers back up to his feet with a smile on his face.*
Deep Voice: Mine own children, didst thee misseth me? Doth thee knoweth how longeth I've wait'd to beest free again? (Translation: "My children, Did you miss me? Do you know how long I've waited to be free?")
Rumples: Hey.. (cough cough) It's Steele! (cough) Wait.. He looks different than he did the last time I saw him; Is Steele still our friend Rumpke?
*Rumpke and Steele look at each other, both are smiling when Rumpke bursts out laughing! This causes the same reaction for Steele! Both men shake hands while Harold, Mike and Rumples all look relieved. Rumples stands up and offers Steele the hose from his hookah bong. The 7'4" tall man gladly accepts as Rumples begins to light it up for Pete!*
Mike: Wait, so everything is cool? What the heck just happened?
*Rumpke looks at Mike and nods before saying*
Rumpke: Pete here, is an old friend use to play a dark character in SFW days, YEARS ago. I invited him here tonight for a blast from the past! How old are you Mike?
Mike: I'm twenty two years old.
*Peter finally gets too much smoke and begins to cough.*
Rumpke: Yeah, you might of been one when ole Pete here was pulling excellent original promos as a dark character. He wasn't like these Undertaker, Kane and Bray Wyatt copy cats at all!
*Rumples, walks away for a moment while Pete is still coughing vigorously from the huge cloud of smoke that he choked on.*
Rumpke: Speaking of copy cats.. That reminds me of my next opponent..
*Suddenly, Rumples appears with an opened bottle of Michelob Amberbock and hands it to the giant, Peter who says. Meanwhile, the drunk one has got off topic because his next opponent really doesn't matter to him. This guy isn't a threat at all!*
Peter: Thanks Rumples! (Cough, cough!) I'll tell you guys one thing that Rumpke's not saying. He was the mastermind behind the Man's True Fear character, yet he was so young! How old were you then, sixteen wasn't it?
Rumpke: That's right.
Peter: Yeah, his imagination ran wild with the dark arts. I couldn't believe some of the shit that his young mind thought of!
Rumpke: I'm sorry for interrupting you Pete but have anyone of you actually watched ICW in the past?
*All of them shake their heads back and forth confirming that they've not seen a single show.*
Rumpke: There's one tonight, would you like to watch it?
Rumples: Only if we can keep partying!
Rumpke: Of course we will Rumples! I promise you that we'll need some kind of entertainment!
Harold: Is ICW that bad?
Rumpke: Most of them are but not all. There are plenty of them that needs a good trainer just like Jackson Kent! Here, lets tune in so all of you can see for yourself!
*Rumpke slightly bends over long enough to grab a remote control; He then turns the large television on before changing the channel to where he'd need to be in order to watch ICW's Monday Night Carnage. They see a guy that looks very similar to Reno Destiny. Harold even asks.*
Harold: Is that who I think it is?
Rumpke: No, that's not Reno. This guy is a convincing look alike but doesn't have any balls whatsoever.
Rumples: That's odd because he's talking pretty big right now.
Rumpke: That's what he gets paid for but yeah; He's a scared little girl.
Pete: He looks like a little twerp.
*Rumpke looks at the seven foot four inches giant with an odd look on his face before saying.*
Rumpke: Everyone and I mean "EVERYONE" is little compared to you Peter! You're freaking seven foot four inches tall!
Peter: Fair enough..
Rumpke: I've got absolutley no respect for this false champion. It's like he's afraid to come over and fight for ICW in SFT.
Harold: Really? He seems more than willing for a fight with any one of SFT's roster. What makes you think that he's afraid?
Rumpke: Darren Maddox is just doing what he can to preserve his image. I know this because this little cunt has already refused to come over to SFT for a match which tells me that he prefer's the easier rules of ICW but at least this paperweight champion know's his place! Which isn't fighting in the big leagues, he can stay in the minor leagues all he wants! I feel sorry for Reno though, having such a weak champion look like him.
*ICW's number one paperweight champion has finally shut his cocksucker and the camera has now went to ringside when "The Enforcer begins his slow walk down to the ring with a pale elephant seal look-a-like following him while holding an urn. Both of these circus acts finally enter the ring and Enforcer nods at the fans who are chanting crazy shit about him being the "King of Darkness" as well as "You're a Legend"! Both of these chants are absolutely absurd chants that the crowd must have been coerced into chanting. After nodding at the fans, this large man begins running his mouth.*
Harold: Is this guy for real?
Rumpke: See what I meant when I told you that he was big and dumb?
Harold: After listening to this guy, I'm understanding that you weren't just saying that to cut him down. It's my thought that you were actually being kind to him! Geesh Rumpke, you're going to slaughter this clown!
Rumpke: Now, now.. Let's not act like that. We want "The Enforcer" too feel like he's got a chance.
Harold: No Rumpke, you should stop playing games with your food and just put him out of his misery! Quit being cruel!
Peter: There isn't any amount of pot or alcohol that'll make this guy entertaining. Can we please turn the channel?
Rumples: I'm with Pete on this one. Heck, this "Enforcer is completely dreadful...
Rumpke: Alright, I just wanted you all to see what I'm trying to deal with here. I've given this guy something's to shoot on but he is completely incapable of feeding off of me and that's sad on his part. He's suppose to be such "A Legend" but this guy seems so lazy. It's as if he wants to defend ICW's honor but he's dodging me. Which makes no fucking since at all unless he's afraid of this five foot ten inches tall; Two hundred and thirty five pounds of one mean, slugging machine! This pansy (Yep! I'm talking about you "Enforcer") obviously doesn't want to flirt with disaster (Props to Molly Hatchet!
But don't kid yourself Enforcer, that's a true statement all the same! Well, except for your name but we might get to that later!). I had figured with all of his dark talk that this fucking clown would have at least make an attempt to silence me but I've once again been let down by one of these ICW guys. It's so sad that this ICW "CHUMP" is considered a legend.*Harold interrupts Rumpke.*
Harold: Will you please quit rambling and change the fucking channel!?!
Rumpke: Oh shit, yeah; You're right Harold, Lets get away from this guy's garbage promo!
*Rumpke turns the television to a music channel; One that is currently playing "Flirtin with disaster" by Molly Hatchet. The minute everyone hears this song; Their frowns from listening to that six foot nine piece of trashes promo immediately turn upside down!*
Rumples: Hey! I haven't heard this song for awhile!
*Rumples starts boogieing like a possessed stoner while Pete, Mike and Rumpke quickly bob their heads. Meanwhile; Harold has just opened a fresh bag of hot cheetos and is digging in even more vigorously than he was before. It must be the beat of this song as well as a contact buzz from the cloudy room!*
Narration: I hope that you've all enjoyed this blast from the past short series, it's hard telling where I'm going to go from here because I don't operate by a script. I'll wish you a good night and say cheers!
*The scene cuts to static!*
