Post by RattyMcDaddy on Aug 14, 2022 16:06:16 GMT -5
Back Stage of Korakuen Hall
Moments after night one of 1000 Demons
A weary, bloody, very pissed-off Rat Bastard bursts through the gorilla position, a scowl upon his face.
After beating Spike Kane, one would think Rat would be over the moon, but he is not. There is a new thorn in his side. He pushes past people trying to clear the area of equipment, leaving his blood on them and the equipment as he moves about.
His anger continues as he begins to bang on the dressing room doors. The blood splatters as he bangs his fist.
Donnie boy, where are you hiding? You and your merry band of misfits can't hide forever.
The door swings open and a JRok Offical is the unfortunate person on the other side of the door.
Rat grabs him by the face with his palm, and removes him from the doorway. Throwing him into the wall across the hall.
Come out come out wherever you are, Donnie, you little bitch. Hide all you want, you glare mask-wearing fuck, sooner or later I'm going to find you.
Rat continues his walk through the halls before kicking open his own dressing room door.
Storming inside he knocks a chair over.
He runs his hands through his hair, noticing the blood on his hands he smirks, and wipes them on his trunks.
Calming himself he walks to a mini fridge in the room, opening it up as he grabs two Bastards Brews from inside. Using one bottle lid to open the other bottle, he chugs down the amber liquid, chugging the whole thing in one swing, before tossing the empty bottle into the wall.
You see, Donnie, I know what your problem is. You are trying too hard. Every fucking fed in the network has Donnie fuck face working for them. Every fucking fed is flooded with Donnie fucking mirror face promos. The sad part is with all of that, putting yourself out there like a golden fluffer for the masses, you have still yet to do anything of any real substance. Using any available chance to grab just a moment of attention. Trying your damnest to get noticed. It's pretty fucking pathetic, to be honest with you. No wonder the boys in the back all think your a joke, a lame ass, and half of them can't stand your sorry asssssssss.
Rat drags the end of the word ass is a mocking gesture to the hissing Donzig seems so fond of.
Rat cracks open the second Bastards Brew and take a chug.
At the end of the day, Donnie, you either have the attention of the fans, the respect of the boys in the back, or ya fucking don't. And guess what, shit ass? You've got neither. Your mid-card talent, trying to make waves with the legends of this business. Your name has no place with the legends Donnie. Have you ever wondered why you always fall just short of being what you want, Donnie? Do you wonder why people like EVK kick the holy shit out of you? Do you wonder why you are so darn good in the Rumble, but nothing ever comes of it? Do you ever wonder why there is never an X*Crown shot for poor ol'Donnie? It's because of your glorified enhancement talent, shit ass. Your good enough for cheap heat, a few sound bytes, and a loss when it really matters. Don't be sad about it though, it's just how the food chain works, those who can, they just do, and those who can't, well, they take the Donnie Gun route to being mediocre. Your nothing but a Joe Everyman, with a group of flunkies, but at least the boys in the back liked Joe, they gave him respect, and he gave them respect......I can't say the same for you. Your an annoying little shit ball, your ego doesn't match your talent, and besides your little clan of bullshit lackies, no one can fucking stand you.
Rat finishes off his Bastards Brew and again throws the bottle at the wall, sending shards of glass scattering across the floor.
You don't deserve to be in a ring with me, but at Times Up In Tanzania, that's what you are going to get. They are calling this a "Beat the Clock Challenge". I'm going to take this match and turn it into a beat some respect into Donnie challenge instead. I'm not going into this to try to beat you quickly, Donnie, on the contrary, I am going into this match with the exact opposite mindset, I'm going to beat you from pillar to post, from the cheap seats to the skyboxes, and time isn't of the essence. I am going to savor every second, I am going to taste every minute, and I am going to give you exactly what you want, Donnie. Do you want the attention of a legend? Do you want the attention of a former X*Crown champion? I'm going to show you what a one-man death squad looks like. I don't need a group of fuck sticks to back me up. But please, bring your crew of asshats out with you Donnie, I want to beat you at your best, and that always seems to be when you have someone else fighting the fight on your behalf.
A group of medics comes into Rats' dressing room. One of them sits the chair back upright, and Rat sits in it.
The medics begin to work on the laceration on Rats head.
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