Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 1:08:54 GMT -5
*The scene opens up to Rumpke backstage after Titans 23. Blood stains his face and we see that his face not only holds true to gashes that were a result of his hardcore match with Twilight but his nose is also out of line.. A SFT doctor is looking at him.*
Doctor: Derek, Im not going to lie to you, what I'm about to do is going to hurt but we've got to get you patched up for your next match against Kent Jackson at Titans 24..
*Rumpke holds up his hand in a motion that represents stop.*
Rumpke: I don't need your help. If you touch me, I'm not responsible for what happens to you. I want you to know that right now..
*Rumpke closes his eyes before tilting his head. He pours a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine all over his face.. We watch as the liquid catches inside the gashes on his face. We hear a slight his before he smiles to reveal his broken and missing teeth. The alcohol cleans his wounds while causing blood to flow from these future scars.. The combination of alcohold and blood flows down his face and into his mouth where he soaks up every drop that he can.*
The pain is real but it's only physical and that is a blessing in Rumpke's eyes. What he feels from these soon to be scars will soon fade but he'll always feel every ounce of mental pain that he's ever came across.
*The doctor reaches out for Rumpke's face but his attempt is blocked by Rumpke's free hand.*
Rumpke: Once again, I don't want your help. Get away, for your own good.
*Rumpke sets down the bottle before latching onto his crooked nose. His hands move and Rumpke lets out a sigh before removing his hands to reveal a somewhat straight nose.. The battered man picks the bottle back up and begins drinking it. *
He knows that there will be a new person that soon tries to challenge who he is but Rumpke doesn't care. These people may try to bend him to their will but after all of their repeated attempts.. None of them will ever understand that they'll never change him no matter how hard they try.. He'll always be that person that is almost completely broken yet completely operational. Even though he might be twisted to the point where it would seem that he may completely crumble. Rumpke will patch these weak points with a mortar that is temporary yet will likley never fully leave him..
I can feel the burning in this open flesh. My nose is in alot of pain but pain and the burn are what I life for. That's all I've got to go one. It's what makes me who I am. My story isn't one of an up and coming star that'll shine bright yet instead. I'm that fading light. One that comes crashing down onto your reality Kent Jackson.
Go ahead and be a complete push over if you want or do what you can to step up to me. Can you keep up with the tempo I set or will you fall short? If anyone were to ask me Kent, I don't think you belong here. It seems to me that you're way too fragile to ever hope to compete in what SFT should be.
Its almost as if your heart isn't into SFT. It seems that you've got other things that distract you from what needs done here. All of that working out, and training.. Where does it get you? Absolutely nowhere. You're just a pretty boy Kent. One that is about to come face to face with one of the scariest realities one could ever face. When you look in my eyes once the time comes. You'll understand that I'm a hopeless wretch. A man that has nothing to lose but a little to gain. I'll be able to keep this train going just a little longer and do something that I've never done. Complete my cycle here in SFT. There's no one that will easily stop me from doing this Kent. Certainly not you because you lack the drive and determination. All you have is height and reach but that can easily be taken from you..
As far as I can see at this time, with what you've done. It's going to take you and your buddies to rise up to me because one on one. None of you stand a chance. And I'm not just saying that for promo points.. You need to take that personal because it's the honest to god truth. You're a fucking wreck when it comes to growing a pair to push yourself. It's as if you've got an extremely shallow confidence. One that wants to hold onto a light that can easily fade when you stand across from a driven person like myself.
Honestly, I hope that you'll rise up to the occasion because I hate beating on a simpleton but I will without blinking if you don't rise up..
*The scene fades to black while looking at a battered Rumpke after the hardcore match he shared with Twilight.*
