Meeting up (Rumble RP #I forget)
Apr 23, 2018 18:40:18 GMT -5
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Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 1 more like this
Post by Venom 🕷 on Apr 23, 2018 18:40:18 GMT -5
Hey Danny.
Hello Danny.
Can you hear me?
Is it finally time for you to either give up or pay attention?
I know you’ve been worried about what’s going on with the stupid little company you work for. I know your next title defense is probably at the front of your mind Danny, but you need to let that go and pay attention to me. The time is now Danny. There is only one week until you and your cousin and a couple of jokes fall victim to the Guns.
Are you there?
Are you ready?
I know you’ve already been trying to get back in your families good graces and back to being the ‘family man’ but we both know that’s not you. You’re not a family man. You’re a whore.
A whore for attention.
Well so am I Danny and I want your attention. You called me out Danny and I made you wait, but I accepted and now I want your attention and full focus. If you don’t give it to me, I’ll beat it out of you.
We open at the front door of a home. Were cropped in tight in the back of the head of a delivery man holding what appears to be a certified letter under his arm. We can only see his head and the door. He knocks and shortly the door opens and standing in front of the man is AWF’s Bobby Barrett.
“Hello.”
The delivery man holds the envelope up to his face to read the front of the letter and we switch to a side view so the faces of both men are visible.
“Are you one Bobby Barrett?”
“That’s me?”
The delivery man pulls the letter from his face and holds it out. Bobby looks a little flustered and doesn’t take the letter.
“V?”
The delivery man is clearly Venom with a cheap mustache on wearing whatever it is European delivery men wear. He looks at Bobby with a straight face.
“I’m but a lowly delivery boy mate.”
“Nah, we’ve never met but I’d stake quite a bit that you’re Venom.”
“You flatter me mate. I do recognize the name though and I see you’re a recognizable figure yourself. You are the Prodigy right?”
“That’s me, and you’re V.”
“No, my name is... Hank.”
He points to his name sewn on his shirt.
“But I am a fan of yours. Your battle with Danny Ray were some of my favorites. Tell me how did you get such an upper hand on him so often.”
“Seriously V. If you wanted a bit ‘o intel you can just come in for tea.”
“Oh I would love to, but that would be a bit unprofessional of me to leave my route.”
“I can’t argue with that I guess. Well, I got the upper hand on Danny by simply being the better man. I suspect V and Mueller can also get by like that. It doesn’t take much to be better than Danny.”
“Really? You think that lowly of Danny?”
“I do, but I also think that highly of the Guns.”
Bobby winks and nudges ‘Hank’ to see if he’ll break character, but he does not.
“Well thank you sir for taking time to amuse a fan. I do have other deliveries to make.”
“V, anytime you want to hand out is fine with me.”
Bobby finally takes the letter from ‘Hank’ and ‘Hank’ turns and walks away. As ‘Hank’ drives away in his vehicle Bobby looks down at the letter and proceeds to open it up. He pulls out a photo of Goldbear II sprawled out with his bear penis and balls hanging out.
“That cunt.”
Fade.
I know you Danny.
I know you better than you know you. I know you better than your partner Austin knows you. I know you better than your wife and kids know you.
I know you so well because you’re just like me. You may lack my skill in the ring and my charisma, but you are the same as me. All you want is to be seen. To be loved. To be hated. To be cheered or booed. It doesn’t matter which one because either one means they have noticed you and have some kind of feelings for you.
It’s the same reason you keep fighting for that pitiful belt in the AWF that no one else in the company cares about. It’s the same reason you challenged for my belts. Having gold brings you that attention you need, even if none of the other members of the roster actually want it, you do because it’s easy attention. Easy attention only lasts so long. Global titles like the ones I hold, they bring so much more attention. That’s the only reason they caught your eye Danny. You know it’s true.
Now, though, Danny you must be doubting yourself. You’ve now had time to look at Mueller and I. You’ve had the time to see how much of a battle it’s going to be to get these away from us even with an easy out that is pinning the Borgs.
But don’t doubt yourself Danny.
Be the best you. Be the best you can be because it will be so much more gratifying when I put down the best the AWF has to offer.
Welcome to Hell Danny, population, you.
Hello Danny.
Can you hear me?
Is it finally time for you to either give up or pay attention?
I know you’ve been worried about what’s going on with the stupid little company you work for. I know your next title defense is probably at the front of your mind Danny, but you need to let that go and pay attention to me. The time is now Danny. There is only one week until you and your cousin and a couple of jokes fall victim to the Guns.
Are you there?
Are you ready?
I know you’ve already been trying to get back in your families good graces and back to being the ‘family man’ but we both know that’s not you. You’re not a family man. You’re a whore.
A whore for attention.
Well so am I Danny and I want your attention. You called me out Danny and I made you wait, but I accepted and now I want your attention and full focus. If you don’t give it to me, I’ll beat it out of you.
We open at the front door of a home. Were cropped in tight in the back of the head of a delivery man holding what appears to be a certified letter under his arm. We can only see his head and the door. He knocks and shortly the door opens and standing in front of the man is AWF’s Bobby Barrett.
“Hello.”
The delivery man holds the envelope up to his face to read the front of the letter and we switch to a side view so the faces of both men are visible.
“Are you one Bobby Barrett?”
“That’s me?”
The delivery man pulls the letter from his face and holds it out. Bobby looks a little flustered and doesn’t take the letter.
“V?”
The delivery man is clearly Venom with a cheap mustache on wearing whatever it is European delivery men wear. He looks at Bobby with a straight face.
“I’m but a lowly delivery boy mate.”
“Nah, we’ve never met but I’d stake quite a bit that you’re Venom.”
“You flatter me mate. I do recognize the name though and I see you’re a recognizable figure yourself. You are the Prodigy right?”
“That’s me, and you’re V.”
“No, my name is... Hank.”
He points to his name sewn on his shirt.
“But I am a fan of yours. Your battle with Danny Ray were some of my favorites. Tell me how did you get such an upper hand on him so often.”
“Seriously V. If you wanted a bit ‘o intel you can just come in for tea.”
“Oh I would love to, but that would be a bit unprofessional of me to leave my route.”
“I can’t argue with that I guess. Well, I got the upper hand on Danny by simply being the better man. I suspect V and Mueller can also get by like that. It doesn’t take much to be better than Danny.”
“Really? You think that lowly of Danny?”
“I do, but I also think that highly of the Guns.”
Bobby winks and nudges ‘Hank’ to see if he’ll break character, but he does not.
“Well thank you sir for taking time to amuse a fan. I do have other deliveries to make.”
“V, anytime you want to hand out is fine with me.”
Bobby finally takes the letter from ‘Hank’ and ‘Hank’ turns and walks away. As ‘Hank’ drives away in his vehicle Bobby looks down at the letter and proceeds to open it up. He pulls out a photo of Goldbear II sprawled out with his bear penis and balls hanging out.
“That cunt.”
Fade.
I know you Danny.
I know you better than you know you. I know you better than your partner Austin knows you. I know you better than your wife and kids know you.
I know you so well because you’re just like me. You may lack my skill in the ring and my charisma, but you are the same as me. All you want is to be seen. To be loved. To be hated. To be cheered or booed. It doesn’t matter which one because either one means they have noticed you and have some kind of feelings for you.
It’s the same reason you keep fighting for that pitiful belt in the AWF that no one else in the company cares about. It’s the same reason you challenged for my belts. Having gold brings you that attention you need, even if none of the other members of the roster actually want it, you do because it’s easy attention. Easy attention only lasts so long. Global titles like the ones I hold, they bring so much more attention. That’s the only reason they caught your eye Danny. You know it’s true.
Now, though, Danny you must be doubting yourself. You’ve now had time to look at Mueller and I. You’ve had the time to see how much of a battle it’s going to be to get these away from us even with an easy out that is pinning the Borgs.
But don’t doubt yourself Danny.
Be the best you. Be the best you can be because it will be so much more gratifying when I put down the best the AWF has to offer.
Welcome to Hell Danny, population, you.
