"Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" (Fox Rumble RP#1)
Mar 30, 2024 13:41:25 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 30, 2024 13:41:25 GMT -5
12:01am, January 1st, 2024
The night sky is bright; the lights of the fireworks exploding across the Vegas strip reflecting off of the clouds, adding to the already immense light source of the city itself. The glow spreads even this far in the desert, though the sounds of the explosions are distant enough to be mere pops and crackles. Jen watched them sadly.
Everything’s set. It’s time.
She turned at the sound of Jackalope’s voice. The young man she had met out here almost two years ago stood a short distance away on a patch of burnt ground on which had once stood a derelict trailer. She could see his expression: a jumble of anticipation, excitement, and fear.
You don’t have to do this, Jack. You can stay here.
He gave her a sad smile.
No, I can’t. Now that I know there are other variations of my dimension out there that weren’t destroyed, I have to try and find one of them. Even if it’s not the exact same, it’s the closest I’ll ever get to going home.
Jen’s head dropped. He walked over to her and gently took both of her hands in his.
You have been kind to me, Jen, without thought of reward or ulterior motive. I have no way to repay that kindness beyond telling you this truth: I will miss you and I will never forget you.
Jen’s hands slipped free and she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. After a moment of slightly flustered surprise, Jackalope hugged her back.
Promise me you’ll be careful.
I promise.
Promise me if you can’t find your home, you’ll come back here.
…I promise.
They slowly broke apart. Jen hoped that the dim light hid her tears. Jackalope pretended that they did. He walked back over to the burnt ground and pulled from his pocket the blackened shard of glass he had found there. Muttering the words he had been taught a lifetime ago, he drew the shard across his palm, cutting it open. Squeezing his hand into a fist, he let the drops fall to the ground…
Jen had to shield her eyes against the sudden light, an immense sound filling the air as though reality were being torn like paper. Moments later the darkness returned, but not the silence. Now there was the faint sound of laboured breathing, as though someone was having to force their lungs to function. Jen looked over to where Jackalope had been, fearing some error had harmed him. But it was not Jackalope. In the place where he had been knelt another man; naked, covered in wounds and blood. As she cautiously approached, he raised his gaze to meet hers. In that moment she recognised him, even though his presence should be impossible.
After all, Bloodied Fox had died two months ago.
5:50pm, March 30th, 2024
Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe.”. John 20:27
Bloodied Fox stared at the burnt desert ground, refusing to look up at the camera as he spoke. He found himself coming back to this place, the location of his unlikely return. He found no answer here for the myriad of questions his resurrection posed, yet still something tugged at his subconscious. So here he was once more. May as well get the first Rumble promo taped while he was out here.
Can’t fault the XHF for timing. I’m back and Rumble season begins. I’m back from the dead and it’s Easter. The interesting bit of Easter too. Good Friday was the death of Christ and East Sunday was his return, but in between was The Harrowing, when Christ descended into Hell and retrieved the righteous who predeceased him while kicking Satan in the balls a few times. Or something like that; theological debate was never my forte.
Now he looked up, giving the viewer a wry smile.
Now, don’t worry, I’m not going to compare myself to Jesus. For starters he only died and came back once, whereas I’m already up to two. In your face, Lamb of God. Neither am I going to edgelord and claim to be the Devil. Let’s leave that shit in AEW. No, the reference is quite simple: I’m here and I’m going to the arse of every single person who steps into the ring with me. I know that’s going to be a common refrain over these next few weeks as everyone takes their turn saying it’s their time, but ask yourself one question:
Does anyone else have my credentials?
A moment of silence as Fox looks questioningly at the viewers, as though hearing the millions of negative responses.
Exactly. 2020 Rumble I’m the iron man on my debut. After taking 2021 off to focus on my record-breaking reign as XHF Cruiserweight champion, I return in 2022 and only just miss out on winning. 2023, I win the whole thing. Not cleanly, true, but then how many previous winners have clean hands on that front? Speaking of previous winners, there’s only one on the entrant list this year and it’s the reigning and defending champion: Spike Kane. Now there’s no doubt that Spike is a legend of the XHF Network, and as champion he gets the coveted final entry spot. However, there’s a third fact that should be remembered: Spike Kane has never beaten me in a wrestling ring. The Rumble may be no typical match, but I’m no typical man.
These entrants are good. Spike is good. I am better.
“Do not disbelieve, but believe.”
The night sky is bright; the lights of the fireworks exploding across the Vegas strip reflecting off of the clouds, adding to the already immense light source of the city itself. The glow spreads even this far in the desert, though the sounds of the explosions are distant enough to be mere pops and crackles. Jen watched them sadly.
Everything’s set. It’s time.
She turned at the sound of Jackalope’s voice. The young man she had met out here almost two years ago stood a short distance away on a patch of burnt ground on which had once stood a derelict trailer. She could see his expression: a jumble of anticipation, excitement, and fear.
You don’t have to do this, Jack. You can stay here.
He gave her a sad smile.
No, I can’t. Now that I know there are other variations of my dimension out there that weren’t destroyed, I have to try and find one of them. Even if it’s not the exact same, it’s the closest I’ll ever get to going home.
Jen’s head dropped. He walked over to her and gently took both of her hands in his.
You have been kind to me, Jen, without thought of reward or ulterior motive. I have no way to repay that kindness beyond telling you this truth: I will miss you and I will never forget you.
Jen’s hands slipped free and she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. After a moment of slightly flustered surprise, Jackalope hugged her back.
Promise me you’ll be careful.
I promise.
Promise me if you can’t find your home, you’ll come back here.
…I promise.
They slowly broke apart. Jen hoped that the dim light hid her tears. Jackalope pretended that they did. He walked back over to the burnt ground and pulled from his pocket the blackened shard of glass he had found there. Muttering the words he had been taught a lifetime ago, he drew the shard across his palm, cutting it open. Squeezing his hand into a fist, he let the drops fall to the ground…
Jen had to shield her eyes against the sudden light, an immense sound filling the air as though reality were being torn like paper. Moments later the darkness returned, but not the silence. Now there was the faint sound of laboured breathing, as though someone was having to force their lungs to function. Jen looked over to where Jackalope had been, fearing some error had harmed him. But it was not Jackalope. In the place where he had been knelt another man; naked, covered in wounds and blood. As she cautiously approached, he raised his gaze to meet hers. In that moment she recognised him, even though his presence should be impossible.
After all, Bloodied Fox had died two months ago.
5:50pm, March 30th, 2024
Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe.”. John 20:27
Bloodied Fox stared at the burnt desert ground, refusing to look up at the camera as he spoke. He found himself coming back to this place, the location of his unlikely return. He found no answer here for the myriad of questions his resurrection posed, yet still something tugged at his subconscious. So here he was once more. May as well get the first Rumble promo taped while he was out here.
Can’t fault the XHF for timing. I’m back and Rumble season begins. I’m back from the dead and it’s Easter. The interesting bit of Easter too. Good Friday was the death of Christ and East Sunday was his return, but in between was The Harrowing, when Christ descended into Hell and retrieved the righteous who predeceased him while kicking Satan in the balls a few times. Or something like that; theological debate was never my forte.
Now he looked up, giving the viewer a wry smile.
Now, don’t worry, I’m not going to compare myself to Jesus. For starters he only died and came back once, whereas I’m already up to two. In your face, Lamb of God. Neither am I going to edgelord and claim to be the Devil. Let’s leave that shit in AEW. No, the reference is quite simple: I’m here and I’m going to the arse of every single person who steps into the ring with me. I know that’s going to be a common refrain over these next few weeks as everyone takes their turn saying it’s their time, but ask yourself one question:
Does anyone else have my credentials?
A moment of silence as Fox looks questioningly at the viewers, as though hearing the millions of negative responses.
Exactly. 2020 Rumble I’m the iron man on my debut. After taking 2021 off to focus on my record-breaking reign as XHF Cruiserweight champion, I return in 2022 and only just miss out on winning. 2023, I win the whole thing. Not cleanly, true, but then how many previous winners have clean hands on that front? Speaking of previous winners, there’s only one on the entrant list this year and it’s the reigning and defending champion: Spike Kane. Now there’s no doubt that Spike is a legend of the XHF Network, and as champion he gets the coveted final entry spot. However, there’s a third fact that should be remembered: Spike Kane has never beaten me in a wrestling ring. The Rumble may be no typical match, but I’m no typical man.
These entrants are good. Spike is good. I am better.
“Do not disbelieve, but believe.”