Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 19:00:45 GMT -5
A slam is heard right before another thud graces it's presence to my ears. Then the lights come too and I'm staring at three men. All look like the same person. He is taller and leaner than I am but his lightning like strikes are barely seen as this man smashes me two more times. Once in the nose to cloud my eyes, and another that hits me in the left temple. This punch, sends me falling to the ground as a light headed feeling intertwines with all of the alcohol that I already feel running through my veins.. I lay there for a moment and think about how his long arms have countered my strikes at almost every turn. Then my mind's eye smiles as "I throw the bait out into the water". This body of mine begins squirming only for a few moments when I feel the taller and lighter man jump on top of me.. He deliver's one hard hitting shot to my left eye before I muster the strength to capitalize on what I was waiting for.. Him to get within my striking range.. Instantly, I used my weight to gain leverage which ending up flipping the leaner man with longer arms onto his back. I slam one forearm into his nose to restrict his vision temporarily before hitting him in the eye with the point of my elbow to lessen his sight with that eye after the tears faded.. Then I was able to connect with two haymakers that'll rattle his brain to the point where he'll either be slowed down or knocked out. He tries to strike my jaw but it's too late for him... His leverage with those longer arms are now seeing where they aren't meant for and that's close quarters. The punch connects but it was weak, and I follow up with two more haymakers that blast through his defenses to knock him out.. Moments later, I can feel four hands grasp onto my arms before pulling me off of the man. I look down at my blood covered body before gazing down to the pools of mostly my blood on the sand.. Then my head slowly moves up to see a lot of people jumping up and down with their mouths open. I take a few feet towards those people before a hand grabs my arm. My arm was raised into the air for a few seconds before I rip it from their grasps. The people that were in my way, quickly find a new place to stand as I walk past them at a slow pace as the sand and my current state both slow me down immensely; And as I walk by to look at these people dressed in fancy clothes with their mouths open. It was at that moment when my hearing came back to me. I heard many cheers as well as boos.. My guess was the boos were the sorry sons of bitches that thought they could bet against me.. They thought their boxer with a clear reach advantage would've been too much for a short and stalky brawler with an iron jaw.. Sucks to be them and I wave at all of them with a busted and bloody smile on my face just so I could thank each and every one of those betters for their contribution to my pocket.. Then I turned my head to face the make shift bar that was placed out there on this private beach.. The bartender caught sight of me and smiled before she grabbed a bottle of Everclear. Moments later, once I finally made it to the bar, she handed it to me and put it on my tab. I take a seat to look out at the new fighters surrounded by the rich pricks betting on their unfortunate stud.. Then a man comes walking to me..
Man: Rumpke, you need to get ready for the next match.. We've got doctors awaiting you to check in with them.
I crack the top of the bottle before taking a few gulps from the Everclear before telling this person.
Rumpke: Let this blood dry up, leave my body alone. I don't need any professional opinion. I'm fit to fight as I am now..
The man interrupts Rumpke..
Man: But the rules say...
Rumpke interrupts the man.
Rumpke: I don't care what the rules say. I'm telling you right now that I'm fit to fight in the finals.. I just hope you have a better challenger for me than the last guy..
A deep voice clear's their throat right behind me. My body turns to face the person and my eyes look at the well dressed SFT reporter Carrion who holds onto his fancy crystal goblet that is fill with a dark crimson colored substance..
Rumpke: What do you want? Have you got something to add?
The dark gaze of Carrion's cold eyes look into my eyes..
Carrion: It looked like you were obliterated last round. What did you connect with? Ten percent of the swings you threw? Maybe you should listen to that man and go get checked out.
Carrion's face cracks a slight smile which tells me that he's happy with himself..
Rumpke: Did you see the outcome? What happened Carrion? Who's still here in this death match tournament? Ten percent of my swings was all it took.. That's the fact isn't it reporter? I don't need their help. I've got all of the help I need in the bottle that I hold.. Surely, you can relate to that, always having that goblet of your's everywhere you go?
I let out a snarl before a smirk that creates a path for me to wink at this pale man..
Carrion: Fair enough Rumpke.. The reason that I'm really here is to ask you some questions for SFT.. Why do you continue to put your career on the line with other fights that are outside of SFT. Don't you think that's too much?
Rumpke: No, it's much easier to keep myself busy than to deal with the unending battering ram of Steele..
Carrion bursts out laughing at me which causes rage to instantly overcome me. Seconds later from that injection. My fist, it flew with an unforgiving force but that force; It failed to meet it's target as Carrion literally vanished into thin air.. My body, recovers from putting my weight into the punch and I find my seat once again to grasp onto the bottle of Everclear before taking a long drink from this fix all elixir.
I guess, while I'm sitting here waiting for my next opportunity to line my pockets with even more money.. I must take this time to address Andrew, Jamo's little brother...
Steele makes me smile at the thought of punishing Jamo's little brother.. I forcefully break that smile out of defiance for his forceful nature before taking another drink of Everclear..
Kids, that step up to me, clearly not understanding two reasons that a belt exists are another reason for me to be infuriated in this match. Andrew wants to run around town with his low rider, he clearly must feel like some sort of gangster as he hits those hydraulics to make his car bounce up and down.. Andrew, hydraulics are for working machines like me.. There's nothing fancy about what I do. I'm not polished but I'm effective.. These hydraulics were created to work for a living much as I have for all of my life not to be a play thing for the fortunate... That is the ultimate insult to someone like me and you can bet on me making you pay for the abuse that you've shown them..
Pull your pants up and use a belt Andrew. Grow the fuck up, quit relying on Jamo to teach you. It's time for you to look at the situation and think for yourself.. After all, Jamo's teachings won't come to you in the fast paced action match that I bring you.. You wont have the time to think about anything. All's you'll know is that I'm coming in for the kill each and every time I challenge your range.. I'm willing to take one hell of a beating just so I can deliver a few punches because I understand that my frame and the way I use my weight is capable of caving in your skull.. I'm not shy about it and welcome you to do everything you can to stop my advances.. I've had parts of my skull broken many of times and each time they healed.. Those broken pieces fused back together even stronger..
Back to you making fun of a working class machine.. It makes my blood boil and I can promise you that you can bet on me bringing an instrument to this match that I normally wouldn't use.. Yes, a belt child... So I can whip the respect into you.. You claim to have respect for SFT veterans but where was that respect for Jack Jones who has been slow to get back into SFT? You showed that veteran no respect and yet you want to try to find a way out of the time you brown nosed Lucas Balkan.. You didn't respect him Andrew, be honest with yourself; You feared him and wanted to drop his guard.. Luckily for you, Lucas Balkan wasn't the same man that beat me for the SFT World title months ago... He was a worn down has been and couldn't keep up with a greenhorn fighter (If that is what we call you...) I've yet to see the fight that you claim to have but with that previous statement, I give you the benefit of a doubt.. After all of that stinking shit that has spewed out of your mouth about respect.. You came on record to say that you're brother said to beat the respect into a veteran when they didn't show you the respect that you "thought" you deserved.. You want to make me respect you Andrew? It's not going to happen.. You're fighting a losing battle, the sooner you can understand that, the quicker you and I can progress where you understand that this is an uphill battle for you.. You can try to kiss my ass and proclaim that I'm a hardcore machine; It's your choice to come out and state the fucking obvious when you said that I was deadlier than Jamo... None of that makes me feel sorry for you. Those sentiments won't create a soft spot for you as far as I'm concerned. You're the young punk that want's to dethrone the old bull.. Regardless, lets go with you're teachers logic of challenging the veteran that refuses to show respect... I never once showed Jamo any respect and I still don't because never once did he earn my respect. The closest ounce of respect that I've got for Jamo is that he kept up with me when I was feeling bogged down and worn out.. That's it.. On a day where I was full strength. I'd of made short work of that self proclaimed psycho monster.. He honestly never stood a chance at times like those.. That's how much your brother's philosophy worked.. Jamo was nothing more than an average fighter with an above average ability of taking punishment.. He's not extreme and you're likely not above average.. Both of you are just dreamers looking to make your dreams come true at my expense.. Your brother found out how that works just like you're in line to understand that you won't build yourself up at my expense..
But anyways lets get back into the dream of you wanting to beat the respect into me? How are you going to go about that? What weaknesses have you seen in me? Are you able to turn things around on this drunken brawler just so you can gain a little bit of ground? Do you have the grit to take me on flawlessly? What special attributes do you posses young one? It certainly isn't the element of surprise because I expect everything.. You may be taller than I am and you certainly have the reach on me but do you know what to do and what you're not to do with that reach? Do you know how to stay out of my range being a grappler? Here's a hint. You'll never succeed grappling with me son.. I'm not a mat technician but I excel at close quarter combat.. I'm truely the meanest in this business when you want to get in my range.. You've got to find another route... So let me, being the veteran, break this down for you further.. Andrew, you must find a way to stay out of my range.. That is the key to your victory... If you try to take me out in close quarter combat, I'll tear you up quicker than you wish.. You're brother tried to rely on overpowering me while wanting to believe that he could take more punishment than me.. Don't be your brother.. You'll only find yourself disappointed much like he was even though; He doesn't want to admit it... You're only hope is to hit and run.. Stay out of my range. You may want to believe that you can stand toe to toe with The Drunken Brawler but understand that I've got one hell of a threshold for pain. I feel very little and am accustomed to fighting light headed.. After all Andrew, I've made a career of doing just that while slamming my hammer-like fist into the man standing in the middle of the "three" that stand against me...
I'm accustomed of seeing out of one eye, the other is there for you and other's to play with... So do what you can to take both of my eyes if you're able to.. Although, that isn't a sound strategy because that opens you up to my punches.. So let me help you more. You're capable of flying high.. Maybe that is your best strength in this match. Will it be enough?
I shrug before taking another drink from the bottle of Everlcear and that drink finishes the bottle..
Who knows, but let me correct you once again.. I am "THE DRUNKEST BRAWLER" in SFT.. (Not son of a bitch.. My mother isn't a bitch.. Which gives me another reason to want to crack your skull..) Chances are Andrew, that you've met the most capable drunken brawler in the world. Will I guarantee that? No but I'm open for a challenge at any time...Now that we are getting into this field.. It sounds to me like you consider my drinking a handicap? Just the way you threw in that "but". So, let me tell you something son. I've spent a lifetime perfecting how to hit the guy "in the middle". I've devoted all of my career at being in this state because this is where I want to be. This isn't a handicap as some may think. Some may look at it as if it is a strength due to the fact that you feel little pain... But let me be honest with you.. I still feel pain, I'm one who staggers and I spend all of my time fighting light headed.. I feel less pain than those sober as I block receptors to my brain but I sacrifice balance for that... My sight, isn't the best as I've already said.. It never has been but I've spent enough years at my craft that I know how to connect with a solid punch to the "man" in the middle..
Andrew, I'm accustomed to a room spinning. I walk out every night light headed.. Some look it as a weakness but when you think about the fact that I've been doing this since you were in what, fifth or sixth grade and I'm still here doing the same thing son.. Then you've got to start wondering if there's something behind this.. I spent many years coming down to the ring so fucked up that I couldn't do much. Regardless of the breaks that I my body was forced to take here and there... I've done my time Andrew. I took my beatings and believe me there were many times where I was obliterated especially early on and half way through but the resilience that I had been looking for. It finally started to sink in, making me stronger and harder to stand toe to toe with in an all out brawl.. After all of these years of coming to fight drunk. It's instinct to do what I do Andrew. Never believe that this kind of fighting takes skill but understand that it takes endurance.. Every gruesome shot I take only to keep going represents every ounce of fortitude that I've got to offer. Each time I pull something out of my ass to come out on top, show's the art of being a veteran in my particular field..
Now after watching your promo earlier, I seen how you wanted to shrug some kind of feeling off. You kept trying to paint the picture that you were ready to step up to me but honestly Andrew. That feeling you were trying to shrug off was uncertainty.. It seems to me like you're lacking confidence, it's as if you want to swell up to keep the beast at bay but I can read your eyes and body language.. You're letting your fear seep out and when you go up against something as feral as I can be.. That's the last thing you want to do. Another word of advice son.. Never show those weak emotions to someone or something like me because that'll only get me to come at you quicker and harder or you can do that to lure me in but if that is your intentions; You better be prepared for what comes next...
A man interrupts me to say.
Man: Rumpke, you're up..
I quickly get up off of the bar stool and I'm ready to fight.. As my legs reinforce my body to stand up. A sudden crack is heard as my neck is seen twisting and at that point I must sadly admit that I feel the demon of war take a firm grasp on my actions. I try to fight his influence but the contract that I signed over rights any hope of me doing so.. I watch on for seconds as my body is fueled by something other than myself.. Then the next thing I know. My vision fades out to the point where I've got no other choice other than to succumb to the contract that I signed with my own blood. From this point forward is Steele's world. He will handle this exactly how he wants to and I'll have no say..
