The Foundation (Ratty Rumble RP 6)

[RattyMcDaddy]

The scene opens in a shabby run down motel, a couple bottles of booze, a wallet that reads "Bad Mother Fucker" on it, and a pack of smokes are the only things visable...

The blah blah blah, and lip smacking is at an all time high here with the Rumble approaching, isn't now boys and girls? Gum service is going around like Death Traps good ol' Granny inside of a Covid ridden retirement home. Shits flying like we are at Aiden Merricks family reunion/pig wrestling contest/speed dating event. The heat is real like a hookers ass crack on Fremont Street in Las Vegas on a hot August night. Some of you boys and girls hopped out of the woodwork for this event, just sitting around laying in wait for your chance to spew whatever the last guy before you said, and twist it up just enough so that you feel like its your own. 

A hand reaches out a grabs the bottle of Jameson, the camera follows as Rat Bastard take a big gulp from the bottle before placing it back down. Rat wipes residual booze from his lips with the back of his hand as he continues.

Three of these such persons are named Michael Storm, Ryan Young, and Timeless. They seen country bumpkin ass Aiden Merrick open his little cock chugger about how I am "reaching above my level" , how I'm asking for to much attention, how I'm talking to much trash to people who are so much better then me, how the XHF is so much diffrent now, and how I'm so much older. Then there was that weird thing that Ryan did with his knee, that really doesn't fit into any of this, I think he just has joint pain, but other than that it was pretty much three copy and paste promos. Change the part where the last guy inserted his thoughts enough, just enough twisting, to make it look like you have your own take on it. So unique and transcending boys. Bravo. Bravo. Bravo. Such talent on display. Such showmanship. Such.............trash. Pathetic. The only thing reaching here, are you clowns looking to say something to keep your name out there. Reaching out and wanting the Living Legend, the one man Revolution, Rat Bastard, to mention your name in a promo again to add that little bit of extra shine to your bullshit. 

Rat grabs the pack of smokes, pulling one out, and sticking it behind his ear, then pulling another one out and lighting it. He takes a heavy drag before expelling the smoke out.

I am the foundation on what the XHF Network is built from. Without Rat Bastard, there would be no Honda driving Michael Storm, by the way, was that an Uber sticker I seen on your front windshield? I know times are hard and shit, but damn man, I can loan you a couple of bucks if you need to make it through, I mean your already riding on my back, piggy tailing off of what I helped make the XHF into anyway. But people like you Storm, your used to leaching off of the world, and then screaming and playing the victim as soon as someone calls you on your bullshit. Maybe that coma is still playing tricks on your mind or something, but I have never been in a ladder match in AWF, or maybe it's all the preservatives from the Government Cheese I'm sure your family fed you when you were young thats making your mind slip? Of course you thought I was going to play the race card with you, Storm, because you see, thats what you want. You want to play the victim for the people. You want someone to put pitty on you, just like your little story about never losing the X*Crown. I have pitty for that, pitty that you ever held the title in the first place. I think you took the easy way out, oh I was in a coma, blah blah blah. Naw naw naw, B Ditty here isn't buying that. I think you did what people like you always do, you won the title, and then schemed your way into this potty story so you can always and forever say you never lost it, making you the victim yet again. Just like your people,Storm, its never ever your fault, eh?

Rat raises his eyebrow and blows a smoke ring with his smoke.

Then we have Timeless. Duhhh, go sign your legends contract, duh duh duh. Shut the fuck up. I am the reason you have a fucking career. I am the reason your allowed to get paid off of that terrible gimmick. The blood sweat and pain I endured making the XHF what it was back then grew it into this network, and allowed you to buy that like size blow up doll, named Roxylicious, and some how bring that disgusting trollop to life. Your one of the best they have in SWAT huh? A real crowd pleaser huh? Well news flash,Japanise also like shitting in each others mouths, eating dolphin dicks, amd having sex with tentical things, so for them to like someone of your caliber doesn't really say much about you, now does it? Just like Tom Brady and Payton Manning, I am better with age. Like a fine aged whiskey, a little of me is good, but alot of me will leave you beat to shit, arguing with your old lady, and wishing you mother fucking hadn't. 

Rat grabs the bottle of Jameson, again taking a healthy swig.

Last but not least Ryan Young, the man who didn't know that his own partner Bloodied Fox was in the Rumble. I get it man, a broken heart does that to a guy. It makes you all soft and squishy, but then again you have been like that for a long time. Instead of the coolest guy in LGBTKO, your tag line should have been the blubbering idiot who held LGBTKO down for so long. Or maybe Friendzoned for life in the LGBTKO? I mean it doesn't really matter now, does it. The walls of that faction crumble more and more everyday. Then you have the nerve to roll your eyes because I am in a Phoenix Title match at Prestige L? Sorry Mr. Tag Team champion, on a team of 3 people, I didn't realize a group thats sapposta be so accepting and about tolerance could be so judgemental, and upitty. Its ok though Ryan, no worries, we all have out bad days, and maybe your next promo you won't be on your period, or you will have washed that sand, that clearly got into your vagina via that Seth super kick, out. No one cares about your knee Ryan. Do you thing your going to be able to use it in the Rumble? Everyone knows you have, well how do I put this, performance issues. Especially when the lights shine the brightest. I suggest you stop worrying about me "punching out of my level" and start worrying about leaving the Rumble with a little dignity in tact. Chances are your going in a Tag Champ and with some kind of odds to win the Rumble, but I see you coming out with two loses, no friends, and an even bigger bruise to that already fragile and frail ego. You see Ryan, riding on Seth's shoulder, climbing over Fox every chance you get, and clinging to a group lime light, isn't exactly working for you very well as of late. So for you to say I'm "punching up" at you,may be a slight misqoute on your part. You see Ryan, I haven't lost my touch. I seek out the weak links, like a fucking Lion hunting Karabu, find the most pathetic, the most overrated, and feed on them. Just like your right knee, your nothing special, just a regular old dude, who got carried along by two friends who now realize they don't need you anymore. No singles gold, no big match wins, but as you say, been punching main events tho, just can't break that ceiling huh?

Rat smirks, as he takes the ciggette from behind his ear and lights it.

Now if you boys will excuse me, I got some quaenteening to do.

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