The Lion,Concrete, and Hot Air (Rat #2)
Aug 25, 2022 20:28:10 GMT -5
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Post by RattyMcDaddy on Aug 25, 2022 20:28:10 GMT -5
Cine Majestic Theater
Zanzibar City, Tanzania
We fade into the rustic, third-world theater where Rat Bastard sits, his feet proper up against a chair in front of him. His Adidas Shell Toe shoes as white as snow.
He looks comfortable in his all-black Adidas sweatsuit. A bag of popcorn in his left hand, as he casually grabs a handful of the snack and chews away.
If I said I was surprised that you pulled the same lame card that everyone does against me, Donny boy, would you hold it against me? If I had a dollar for every XHF Network wanna-be who spouted off about how old I am, about how my age is such a huge factor, and about how I am an ancient relict of the past, is be a fucking billionaire by now. What you fail to realize is that much like this shit hole theater I am sitting in, I and it, are both classics. We're original, one of a kind from a time gone by that can never be duplicated or reproduced. While you, on the other hand, are a dime a dozen, same shit spouting off, hope and a fucking prayer. You banking on a future that may never come, thinking that someday you will get all that glory that you think you deserve.
Rat munches down a bit more popcorn.
Crumbs and kernels fall against his sweat suit jacket.
Lemme tell you a little story since that's what little boys like to hear before they get put to sleep, and make no mistake about it Donny, I'm going to put you to sleep. Do you watch those nature documentaries on cable? Do you see the one about lions? You got this lion. He's the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He's laying under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He's so big, it's so hot. He doesn't want to move. Now the little lions come, and they start messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He doesn't do anything. The lioness starts messing with him. Coming over, making trouble. Still nothing. Now the other animals, notice this. They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They're barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes and eat the food that's in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, and eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is.
Rat smirks a bit, popcorn stuck to his teeth.
The little jackals like you, Spike Kane, and Jack Fuck Stick Diamond have awoken the king of the fucking XHF Jungle, Donny. You want to bash me about the last, while you gloat about your future. The future is fucking imaginary. The last is concrete, real, and no fucking doubt about it. I am the first ever X*Crown Champion. I am the first-ever two-time X*Crown Champion. I am the only ever XHF Grand Slam Champion. I am the only man to ever hold every major XHF Title in history. I am mother fucking Mufasa and Scar all rolled into one big mean violent fucking king of the God damn jungle package. Do you call yourself some kind of violent god or some other bullshit self-proclamation? I have committed consensual sexual acts that were far more violent than anything I have ever seen you do in the ring, you lame prick. Stick to your little group of flunkies, gang fights, and mystical magical bullshit, Donny, it suits your clown persona better than trying to be a fake tough guy. That's the difference between you and me, Donny. My past, the one you talk so shitty of, proves that I am legit honest goodness do what I preach tough guy. While the talk of your future proves that you are nothing more than a dream wishing to come true, Tanzania is a far cry from Disneyland you little bitch.
Rat smacks his lips together, clearly, he has a dry mouth due to the popcorn.
He slowly reaches into his sweatsuit jacket and pops out a flask. Taking a hearty sip, he looks refreshed.
At the end of the day, I'm fucking pavement, concrete, and solid as fuck. Your nothing but hit air, and hopes and dreams. Now tell me which one hits harder, Donny?
The lights in the theater dim as they won't of a projected spinning a reel be heard, slowly we fade to black.