Finally hitting Rock Bottom (Rat Rumble 10)
Apr 12, 2020 21:35:40 GMT -5
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Post by RattyMcDaddy on Apr 12, 2020 21:35:40 GMT -5
OOC: More of a CD piece than a Rumble piece, but I'm throwing it as a Rumble RP anyway!
We fade backstage after AWF Prestige 50, a weary-looking Rat Bastard is sitting in a folding chair backstage undoing the laces on his boots.
Rat is clearly pissed at himself, but this seems bigger than just the loss, this is about more than that. He removes his boot and throws it into a wall off-screen. He takes a deep breath, and calms himself as he gets up. He walks like a man wearing on boot into the bathroom where the camera follows. From the doorway, Rat can be seen glaring at his own reflection in the mirror.
Rat looks down as he turns the sink on. Slowly he splashes water onto his face. The look of defeat on his face is more evident now than it was after his actual defeat at Prestige 50. Rat goes back to the mirror, but more aggressive with himself this time, his finger pointing back at him through the reflection.
You're a fucking mess, Pierre. A self-loathing, self-hating, self-abusive, self-destructive fucking mess. You need to get your shit together before you end up like the Curt Hennings and Tests of the world. You want to be big badass Rat Bastard, news flash chump, that shit isn't working for you and this body anymore. All the illicit drugs and legal booze that you've poured down your gullet over the years have finally caught up to you. It's now or never you piece of trash. It's 4th and Goal, 3 ticks left on the clock. It's a minute to midnight, inside of this body. If you're going to continue to do what you love if you're going to continue to walk to that ring and do what you're known for, you need to get you act together and use the one thing that isn't rotted inside of this fucking body of yours, and that's your fucking brains.
Silence consumes the bathroom, and only the drops from the faucet can be heard, as Rat stands eye to eye with his reflection. The silence is broken by the ringing of a cell phone. Rat snaps out of his almost trance-like state as he moves towards his phone on a small table in the locker room. He looks puzzled at the number before answering it. The microphone on the camera faintly hears
Rat pushes to accept the call on his keypad.
Silence overtakes the room again as Rat listens, the microphone on the camera only able to hear mutterings, and not able to make out anything clearly on the other end.
Rat listens again.
More silence as Rat nods his head a little
Rat hangs up the phone and sets it back down.
The universe works in crazy ways. Sometimes what you need isn't given to you until you hit the bottom, and right now I'm rock bottom.
Rat grabs his phone and starts typing into it. He taps the screen a few times before looking up and showing the screen to the camera.
Now if you excuse me, I have a meeting to get to.
We fade backstage after AWF Prestige 50, a weary-looking Rat Bastard is sitting in a folding chair backstage undoing the laces on his boots.
Fucking me man, I cost myself that match. I could have easily climbed out of that cage. I could have taken the quick painless win. I could have walked into the Rumble with the XHF Phoenix championship sitting around my waist, without a scratch in me. I couldn't make it that easy though could I? No no no, good old Ratty had to jump off the top of that steel enclosure, fly through the air like a heat-seeking dumbass. Then go splat on the canvas like I have in many a bedroom and bathroom floor during drunken nights. Laid out for the world to see, like so many times in back alleys, or on in booths at random dive bars.
Rat is clearly pissed at himself, but this seems bigger than just the loss, this is about more than that. He removes his boot and throws it into a wall off-screen. He takes a deep breath, and calms himself as he gets up. He walks like a man wearing on boot into the bathroom where the camera follows. From the doorway, Rat can be seen glaring at his own reflection in the mirror.
Your better than this bullshit. You've beaten better, and have had your ass handed to you by way better. The shits catching up to you, Pierre, the booze, the pills, the bullshit day in and day out. The dumb shit you do to yourself is way worse than any of the punishment you've endured inside of that ring. Aiden Merrick didn't beat you, Pierre, you beat yourself, like you have been doing for years and years. You kept yourself from being the XHF Phoenix Champion. Worse then that, I think you did it on purpose, I think you did it because your afraid of what you may become, what kind of monster you may turn into, it return to if you taste that sweet flavor of success again.
Rat looks down as he turns the sink on. Slowly he splashes water onto his face. The look of defeat on his face is more evident now than it was after his actual defeat at Prestige 50. Rat goes back to the mirror, but more aggressive with himself this time, his finger pointing back at him through the reflection.
You're a fucking mess, Pierre. A self-loathing, self-hating, self-abusive, self-destructive fucking mess. You need to get your shit together before you end up like the Curt Hennings and Tests of the world. You want to be big badass Rat Bastard, news flash chump, that shit isn't working for you and this body anymore. All the illicit drugs and legal booze that you've poured down your gullet over the years have finally caught up to you. It's now or never you piece of trash. It's 4th and Goal, 3 ticks left on the clock. It's a minute to midnight, inside of this body. If you're going to continue to do what you love if you're going to continue to walk to that ring and do what you're known for, you need to get you act together and use the one thing that isn't rotted inside of this fucking body of yours, and that's your fucking brains.
Silence consumes the bathroom, and only the drops from the faucet can be heard, as Rat stands eye to eye with his reflection. The silence is broken by the ringing of a cell phone. Rat snaps out of his almost trance-like state as he moves towards his phone on a small table in the locker room. He looks puzzled at the number before answering it. The microphone on the camera faintly hears
This is a Collect Call from an inmate at a Federal Correctional Facility......
Rat pushes to accept the call on his keypad.
Hello...........
Silence overtakes the room again as Rat listens, the microphone on the camera only able to hear mutterings, and not able to make out anything clearly on the other end.
You're getting out? When?
Do you need me to pick you up? Whatever you need, I am with.
More silence as Rat nods his head a little
I'll see you then. You have no idea how much I needed this right now. I'll see you soon.
Rat hangs up the phone and sets it back down.
The universe works in crazy ways. Sometimes what you need isn't given to you until you hit the bottom, and right now I'm rock bottom.
Rat grabs his phone and starts typing into it. He taps the screen a few times before looking up and showing the screen to the camera.
Now if you excuse me, I have a meeting to get to.
The screen of the phone shows Stillwater, Oklahoma Alcoholics Anonymous Meetings, along with a map and some locations in it. The camera then focuses on Rats phone screen until it is a blur, fading to black.
