A Black, Spooky implosion (Ratty McB)
Oct 10, 2024 19:54:08 GMT -5
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Post by RattyMcDaddy on Oct 10, 2024 19:54:08 GMT -5
The lights and neon glow of the Las Vegas Strip reflect off of the pitch blacktop of a street.
The camera pans up to groups of people standing, all facing a shell of a building, cellphones in hands recording.
Well almost all people......
Standing, not even looking at the empty structures, but directly at the camera is XHF Legend Rat Bastard. His greased up, slicked back hair reflects the neon, much like the asphalt does. He slowly swagers towards the camera, running his hand across his stubbled face before talking.
Vegas is wild man, all these people, gathered to watch an implosion of a place they claim once loved, a few blocks away from a place where the worst mass shootings in American history occured, right across the street from a castle, and just down the block from the Statue of Liberty wearing a Golden Knights Jersey. But that kind of wild is why Vegas is my fucking town. Just like the reason why Helloween 2024 is my kind of fight. Barbed Wire battle royale with Dylan Black in there?!? Sign me up.
Rat shrugs at the camera.
The camera man whispers something to Rat, who looks confused. Again the camera man whispers, and Rat looks even more confused.
What the fuck is a Jason Long? You can call that guy whatever you want, I know a Dylan Black when I see one, and no one, not a Jason Long, a Jason Mimosa, or a Dylan Black is pulling a fast one on Ol' Ratty McDaddy.
Fireworks begin to fire off from the shell of the buildings where the Tropicana Hotel once stood. Rat looks back over his shoulder for a second to admire them, before returning his attention to the camera.
You see, Dylan Long, it doesn't really matter to me much. I've seen it all. I've been through it all. I've climbed up the mountain and back down the other side. You're just another name to me that's gonna go across, through, and then up and over the top of the Barbed Wire, Jason Black. And just like this celebration of destruction that is going on behind me, the fans will sit, cell phones in hand watching, recording it all go down, and then proclaim how much they love you after you're a bloody eliminated mess.
The fireworks stop, and a soft hum of Drones into the sky replace the popping of the fireworks. Rat pulls a toothpick from his pocket he places it halfway into his mouth, eyes glued to the camera as the Drones gather and make the Tropicana Hotel Las Vegas logo behind him.
That brings me to that big scary son of a bitch Nomad. Your name proceeds you, and will be your fate. Ya see, my sources tell me that a Nomad is someone who doesn't stay long in one place, and tends to be a wanderer. Well you big ass made for October straight to video movie villain, your gonna wander your big ass up and out of those Barbed Wire ropes pretty fucking fast and in a hurry right when this match starts. I've dealt with big spooky boys like you before, you talk all creepy and cryptic, you promise pain and damnation, but when push comes to shove, you're as soft as a build a bear with a single mother voice box in it wishing her fatherless kid a happy birthday. Take that bullshit back to Tap out.......oh wait, you can't. Cause for as big and bad as you think you are, that company closed and left you a real life Nomad, and after this ass kicking in going to give you at Helloween, you'll be packing your bags and heading someplace else again, I hear the Virtual Asshole Association is having a tournament , maybe your wack ass Knotscarry far stick will work there, cause it ain't working here, little girl.
A count down begins with the Drones over Rats shoulder. The crowds cheer louder and louder as it gets closer to 1, and when it does explosions can be heard, the shell of the buildings crumble, and plooms of dust and debris fly about covering the camera where you can't see a thing.
Slowly the smoke clears, and Rat is still standing there, a little more dusty then before, the crowds behind him leaving.
For the rest of you in this match at Helloween, just make note, do your homework. I am the real fucking. I don't care if you're a Dragon, a Wolf or a God damn Squid, I am going to step in your fucking necks, I'm going to kick the shit out of you, I am going to run your faces, arms, legs, and torsos across that Barbed Wire, and then I am going to dispose of what is left of you over the top and onto the floor below. I am winning Helloween 2024, by hook, crook, or plain outlandish violence. There is nothing anyone in this match can do to stop me. Not Dylan Jason Black Long, not Mr. Spooky Man Nomad, and sure as fuck none of you Animal Kingdom mother fuckers. I am Rat Bastard, living, breathing, walking, talking, shitting, spitting, fucking, Legend. I am the top of the food chain, and at Helloween 2024, I will implode you all, one by one.
Rat flicks the toothpick from his mouth at the camera and walks off as the scene fades to black.
The camera pans up to groups of people standing, all facing a shell of a building, cellphones in hands recording.
Well almost all people......
Standing, not even looking at the empty structures, but directly at the camera is XHF Legend Rat Bastard. His greased up, slicked back hair reflects the neon, much like the asphalt does. He slowly swagers towards the camera, running his hand across his stubbled face before talking.
Vegas is wild man, all these people, gathered to watch an implosion of a place they claim once loved, a few blocks away from a place where the worst mass shootings in American history occured, right across the street from a castle, and just down the block from the Statue of Liberty wearing a Golden Knights Jersey. But that kind of wild is why Vegas is my fucking town. Just like the reason why Helloween 2024 is my kind of fight. Barbed Wire battle royale with Dylan Black in there?!? Sign me up.
Rat shrugs at the camera.
The camera man whispers something to Rat, who looks confused. Again the camera man whispers, and Rat looks even more confused.
What the fuck is a Jason Long? You can call that guy whatever you want, I know a Dylan Black when I see one, and no one, not a Jason Long, a Jason Mimosa, or a Dylan Black is pulling a fast one on Ol' Ratty McDaddy.
Fireworks begin to fire off from the shell of the buildings where the Tropicana Hotel once stood. Rat looks back over his shoulder for a second to admire them, before returning his attention to the camera.
You see, Dylan Long, it doesn't really matter to me much. I've seen it all. I've been through it all. I've climbed up the mountain and back down the other side. You're just another name to me that's gonna go across, through, and then up and over the top of the Barbed Wire, Jason Black. And just like this celebration of destruction that is going on behind me, the fans will sit, cell phones in hand watching, recording it all go down, and then proclaim how much they love you after you're a bloody eliminated mess.
The fireworks stop, and a soft hum of Drones into the sky replace the popping of the fireworks. Rat pulls a toothpick from his pocket he places it halfway into his mouth, eyes glued to the camera as the Drones gather and make the Tropicana Hotel Las Vegas logo behind him.
That brings me to that big scary son of a bitch Nomad. Your name proceeds you, and will be your fate. Ya see, my sources tell me that a Nomad is someone who doesn't stay long in one place, and tends to be a wanderer. Well you big ass made for October straight to video movie villain, your gonna wander your big ass up and out of those Barbed Wire ropes pretty fucking fast and in a hurry right when this match starts. I've dealt with big spooky boys like you before, you talk all creepy and cryptic, you promise pain and damnation, but when push comes to shove, you're as soft as a build a bear with a single mother voice box in it wishing her fatherless kid a happy birthday. Take that bullshit back to Tap out.......oh wait, you can't. Cause for as big and bad as you think you are, that company closed and left you a real life Nomad, and after this ass kicking in going to give you at Helloween, you'll be packing your bags and heading someplace else again, I hear the Virtual Asshole Association is having a tournament , maybe your wack ass Knotscarry far stick will work there, cause it ain't working here, little girl.
A count down begins with the Drones over Rats shoulder. The crowds cheer louder and louder as it gets closer to 1, and when it does explosions can be heard, the shell of the buildings crumble, and plooms of dust and debris fly about covering the camera where you can't see a thing.
Slowly the smoke clears, and Rat is still standing there, a little more dusty then before, the crowds behind him leaving.
For the rest of you in this match at Helloween, just make note, do your homework. I am the real fucking. I don't care if you're a Dragon, a Wolf or a God damn Squid, I am going to step in your fucking necks, I'm going to kick the shit out of you, I am going to run your faces, arms, legs, and torsos across that Barbed Wire, and then I am going to dispose of what is left of you over the top and onto the floor below. I am winning Helloween 2024, by hook, crook, or plain outlandish violence. There is nothing anyone in this match can do to stop me. Not Dylan Jason Black Long, not Mr. Spooky Man Nomad, and sure as fuck none of you Animal Kingdom mother fuckers. I am Rat Bastard, living, breathing, walking, talking, shitting, spitting, fucking, Legend. I am the top of the food chain, and at Helloween 2024, I will implode you all, one by one.
Rat flicks the toothpick from his mouth at the camera and walks off as the scene fades to black.
