#IconsGottaIcon. EOD Rapture RP2

[Bobby Barratt]

We open scene and Bobby stands outside the Diamond Lounge. For some reason, he is dressed in a distressed Sheriff's uniform. The sun is out, the air is dry and the wind blows dust across the parking lot from the undeveloped areas surrounding the Icon Megastructure. Bobby begins to speak in a massively over exaggerated American accent.

Bobby: Hi, I'm Reek Graaahhms. Me and mah son Carrrrl here are looking to fight Zombies!

The camera shakes as it seems whoever is operating the camera is giggling. Bobby starts craning his neck side to side as he speaks, with a very poor Walking Dead impersonation. 

Bobby: Now it came to mah attention that the End of Days tournament contains a Zombie! 

With that, Maverick comes walking into shot rather sheepishly with a long hair wig and a cowboy hat on. The camera shakes more and the muted laughing of Jack Diamond is heard in the background. 

Maverick: Do we really have to do this? Is it really necessary? I mean-

Bobby: Carrrrl, quiet... Grown ups are talking here! Now, Fukushima the Zombie, I haven't heard much from you in the run up to this match. Is it supposed to be some kind of tactic to keep me guessing? Is it supposed to intimidate me, not seeing your face until you appear in the ring in front of me? Or are you....

Bobby glares at Maverick, who shrugs his shoulders in response. 

Maverick: Dude, she-

Bobby: So End of Days: Rapture. The first round of the annual End of Days matches sees me pitted against one of the finest woman fighters in the Network. The fact she's undead is not the point. The fact her mind no longer lusts after anything rather than the flesh of the living matters not. In fact, I already have a defence if she brings that approach to me. 

Bobby pulls the gun out of his holster, firing three shots into the air. Maverick jumps out of his skin as the camera shakes a little more again from Jack struggling to contain his laughter.

Maverick: DUDE, SHE'S NOT A ZOMBIE!!

Bobby: ....

Maverick: I've been trying to tell you!

Bobby: You're telling me she's an actual person and not a zombie?

Maverick: Literally what I just said.

Bobby: So you mean to tell me that I went out and bought these outfits, got myself all dolled up and I just made a fool of myself for nothing?

Maverick: You think you look daft, lad? Look at me!

Bobby: Nah man, the hair looks top notch!

Bobby knocks off Maverick's hat, ruffling his wig. The wig displaces from his head a little, which for some reason Maverick chooses to straighten up, rather than take off entirely. 

Bobby: Long hair suits you.... You should think about that.

Maverick rolls his eyes at Bobby's suggestion, but Bobby has already gone into his next rant so doesn't notice. 

Bobby: So this month is going to be GREAT! First off, I get to win the End of Days tournament..

Maverick: Wait, win it?

Bobby: Yeah! Come on... Think anyone's going to stop me?

Maverick: Err yeah! Me!

Bobby: ... Let's put a pin in that and come back to it soon, K?

Maverick sighs, walking off shot.

Bobby: So I get to cement myself as the greatest star in the Network. A guy who won three AWF Championships within a year, rolling over anyone who got in the way in the process, then went on to win End of Days. Greatness! Iconic, even! I'll be walking around with a briefcase which allows me a shot at ANY Championship within AWF. So between that and the rematch I'll probably get screwed out of...Seth Dillinger, your days are numbered. Then after all of that, the day after End of Days.... I can pick the Lamborghini back up! It lives, boys!

Jack: Yeah, not to mention picking up the bill, too!

Bobby: Yeah... Yeah that won't be cheap. I'm kind of sweating that, but I'm imagining it now... Speeding down some badly constructed American Highway, windows down, music blaring. It'll be great! Purple Glory back on the road!

Jack: I'm pretty sure I saw the dollar signs in the Mechanic's eyes when you took that car in.

Bobby: Piss off. You and your money...

Jack: That's your comeback?

Bobby: If I wanted my comeback, I'd ask your Mom!

Jack: Not cool man!

The camera shuts off. Presumably so Bobby and Jack can let their tempers cool down after Bobby's off colour joke.

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We come back and Bobby and Jack are at the bar inside the Diamond Lounge. Both look a little worse for wear, as if the words shared earlier might have got a little out of hand. Boys will be boys, right?

Bobby: We good now?

Jack: As always. We never pretend to get along all the time. We're going to fight. It happens. But we are brothers.

Bobby and Jack share a fistbump.

Jack: So looking past Zombie. What are your thoughts for the rest of the tournament?

Bobby: Well It's filled with names. Mav will really want this so he can chase your title after the Global show. 

Jack: Think he's ready for another war like that?

Bobby: I think the last one made him hungry. He knows on the right night, he can beat anyone now.

Jack: Anyone?

Bobby: If luck went the right way.... Maybe. He's going to go hard on this tournament and if I need to knock him over in order to advance, so be it. Winners gotta win and Icons gotta Icon.

The phrase #IconsGottaIcon appears at the bottom left of the screen. Bobby looks down at the text.

Bobby: Hey! We're trending! Anyways, what's your thoughts on the fact I could end up facing Card?

Jack: Well he's been messing with me for a while now, I'll be glad to see him get some comeuppance! Especially at the hands of an Icon!

Bobby: .... A Legend.

Jack: That's not always a good thing. 

Bobby: Whatever man. You love raining on my Legend parade.

Both men clink the glasses of bourbon they are holding and take a sip as the screen flicks to black.