Post by Bobby Rage on Mar 1, 2019 13:13:15 GMT -5
The Bobby Rage is sitting in a restaurant styled bar downtown of a very large city. The camera man comes in and sits on a chair a few feet away knowing Bobby Rage loves to sit in booths by himself and enjoy his own presence. Rage is slightly annoyed at a few things, one of which is the camera man that always comes around at the wrong times.
Bobby Rage: What is with you anyway? You never talk, you just come around when I least expect you and you just assume I have something to say. Well, lately I haven't had much to say because the competition has been less than stellar and to be honest not much has changed this week. You know as I enjoy my third glass of this bourbon, I just want to give a shout out to that big green garbage pale kid Ultimate Destroyer. He didn't put up much of a fight, I destroyed him in minutes, and I did it in his own match, and he went off and quit like a huge crybaby. That takes a huge vagina to do that and so hats off to him. What a huge vagina he has to just storm off out of the company because he can't hang with the BEAST WHO FEASTS.
Rage sips down the rest of his third glass of the nicest dark bourbon this bar sells. He waves his hand at the bar tender for another.
Bobby Rage: So what the fuck do they have me in this week? It sure as fuck isn't for a Championship. I want the Championship. Give me the gold. That's why I'm here. I have a contract in Action Wrestling because I am the biggest and the best. Not because I'm here for tag tournaments and table matches. I want the best competition they have to offer and I want to eat them all up now. I'm a hungry man! I'm in some tag tournament with Ace Dillinger. You even know who the hell that is? He's some Pussy of Anarchy and was in some shit band. That's actually why I'm here, last I heard this dumb looking smelly bitch was supposed to play in his band here. Is he here? Nope. Just like when he mentally checks out in Action Wrestling he physically no-shows his actual gigs during the week. You know? I'd expect this from some dirty hippy anti gun piece of trash but not this guy. This guy looks like he has sex with motorcycles and is one with machines.
He better show up on Clash. And he better be ready to move on in the tournament. You see? I don't even know what the whole point of this is besides pushing ratings and selling sponsorships but I'll tell you that if my path to the Championship is winning this tournament and then the battle royal at Battlefield and then whatever they're calling the Rumble so that I can go on to main event a pay per view and destroy the Champion then that is what I'm going to do. That's my life, everybody and Ace. Championship gold. I'm here on a mission for one thing and I won't let anyone stop me. This Ace man had an album named Rape the Night, and if he doesn't help me win on Monday I'm going to rape his entire life in the middle of that ring.
A woman finally brings his fourth bourbon and sets it down in front of him. She takes the empty off his table.
Bobby Rage: I'm going against Kennedy Matthews and Lisa Foster. I'm not here to destroy woman or hit a woman. However, when it comes to that wrestling ring, its hollowed ground for me and no man or woman or machine lover will stop me from getting to the Championship. This famed Matthews family from England sounds great and all but you're about to run head on into the famed Rage family and my family is of one and I'm going to destroy you. I hope you're watching Kennedy because the fact that you're barely over 5 foot and probably a hundred pounds soaking wet is going to be a problem when I throw you out of the ring and up the ramp. Yeah, I can probably throw you from inside the ring and up the ramp to the stage. We should try it. On Monday on Clash I'm going to pick your little ass up and throw you up the ramp as far as I can, if you hit the stage I'll let you put a headlock on me. If I can't get you at least half way up the ramp I should drink rat poison and kill myself because that would be embarrassing. I know for a fact I can throw you up the ramp to the stage. You know what gets me, Kennedy? You're theme music is Do It Like A Dude but you don't want to be a dude. You're a girl, unless you want to be a boy, then I guess thats okay in 2019 but if you don't want to be a boy and just want to wrestle like one then why don't you properly get trained? I'm going to destroy you. God, just thinking about you makes my head hurt. I can't wait to fucking slam you so hard through the ring that I hurt my wrist doing it.
He sips his bourbon and rubs his forehead getting rid of his headache.
Bobby Rage: Who was her teammate? Lisa Foster, right? Yeah, it's Lisa Foster. Where has she been? A foster home? I'm going to throw her up the ramp too. Think I can throw Lisa up the ramp from inside the ring? Answer me, camera man. Tell me. Why don't you ever talk? You're just like Lisa, you never talk, you just sit there dead in the head and have dead eyes and say nothing. Thats Lisa Foster. Shes dead in the eyes and in her head. I'm going to pick her up and throw her up the ramp from inside the ring. I'll see how far she goes. Jesus christ this tag team isn't even six foot combined, and together they weigh a hundred and forty pounds. Ace you Ride with Norman Reedus bitch you better not fuck this up for me. I'm going to destroy these bitches all you have to do is just stand there like a child and reap the benefits.
Rage slams the fourth bourbon.
Bobby Rage: He isn't going to show up to this shit, poor Ace. He better show up on Clash. I'm hungry, I'm ready to feast and I'll beat down any bitch who stands before me on my way to Championship gold. This is my Battlefield Battlebowl and I'm filling it up with all you bitches and pouring milk over it and eating it in one bite!
Rage stands to his feet and leaves the bar.
Bobby Rage: What is with you anyway? You never talk, you just come around when I least expect you and you just assume I have something to say. Well, lately I haven't had much to say because the competition has been less than stellar and to be honest not much has changed this week. You know as I enjoy my third glass of this bourbon, I just want to give a shout out to that big green garbage pale kid Ultimate Destroyer. He didn't put up much of a fight, I destroyed him in minutes, and I did it in his own match, and he went off and quit like a huge crybaby. That takes a huge vagina to do that and so hats off to him. What a huge vagina he has to just storm off out of the company because he can't hang with the BEAST WHO FEASTS.
Rage sips down the rest of his third glass of the nicest dark bourbon this bar sells. He waves his hand at the bar tender for another.
Bobby Rage: So what the fuck do they have me in this week? It sure as fuck isn't for a Championship. I want the Championship. Give me the gold. That's why I'm here. I have a contract in Action Wrestling because I am the biggest and the best. Not because I'm here for tag tournaments and table matches. I want the best competition they have to offer and I want to eat them all up now. I'm a hungry man! I'm in some tag tournament with Ace Dillinger. You even know who the hell that is? He's some Pussy of Anarchy and was in some shit band. That's actually why I'm here, last I heard this dumb looking smelly bitch was supposed to play in his band here. Is he here? Nope. Just like when he mentally checks out in Action Wrestling he physically no-shows his actual gigs during the week. You know? I'd expect this from some dirty hippy anti gun piece of trash but not this guy. This guy looks like he has sex with motorcycles and is one with machines.
He better show up on Clash. And he better be ready to move on in the tournament. You see? I don't even know what the whole point of this is besides pushing ratings and selling sponsorships but I'll tell you that if my path to the Championship is winning this tournament and then the battle royal at Battlefield and then whatever they're calling the Rumble so that I can go on to main event a pay per view and destroy the Champion then that is what I'm going to do. That's my life, everybody and Ace. Championship gold. I'm here on a mission for one thing and I won't let anyone stop me. This Ace man had an album named Rape the Night, and if he doesn't help me win on Monday I'm going to rape his entire life in the middle of that ring.
A woman finally brings his fourth bourbon and sets it down in front of him. She takes the empty off his table.
Bobby Rage: I'm going against Kennedy Matthews and Lisa Foster. I'm not here to destroy woman or hit a woman. However, when it comes to that wrestling ring, its hollowed ground for me and no man or woman or machine lover will stop me from getting to the Championship. This famed Matthews family from England sounds great and all but you're about to run head on into the famed Rage family and my family is of one and I'm going to destroy you. I hope you're watching Kennedy because the fact that you're barely over 5 foot and probably a hundred pounds soaking wet is going to be a problem when I throw you out of the ring and up the ramp. Yeah, I can probably throw you from inside the ring and up the ramp to the stage. We should try it. On Monday on Clash I'm going to pick your little ass up and throw you up the ramp as far as I can, if you hit the stage I'll let you put a headlock on me. If I can't get you at least half way up the ramp I should drink rat poison and kill myself because that would be embarrassing. I know for a fact I can throw you up the ramp to the stage. You know what gets me, Kennedy? You're theme music is Do It Like A Dude but you don't want to be a dude. You're a girl, unless you want to be a boy, then I guess thats okay in 2019 but if you don't want to be a boy and just want to wrestle like one then why don't you properly get trained? I'm going to destroy you. God, just thinking about you makes my head hurt. I can't wait to fucking slam you so hard through the ring that I hurt my wrist doing it.
He sips his bourbon and rubs his forehead getting rid of his headache.
Bobby Rage: Who was her teammate? Lisa Foster, right? Yeah, it's Lisa Foster. Where has she been? A foster home? I'm going to throw her up the ramp too. Think I can throw Lisa up the ramp from inside the ring? Answer me, camera man. Tell me. Why don't you ever talk? You're just like Lisa, you never talk, you just sit there dead in the head and have dead eyes and say nothing. Thats Lisa Foster. Shes dead in the eyes and in her head. I'm going to pick her up and throw her up the ramp from inside the ring. I'll see how far she goes. Jesus christ this tag team isn't even six foot combined, and together they weigh a hundred and forty pounds. Ace you Ride with Norman Reedus bitch you better not fuck this up for me. I'm going to destroy these bitches all you have to do is just stand there like a child and reap the benefits.
Rage slams the fourth bourbon.
Bobby Rage: He isn't going to show up to this shit, poor Ace. He better show up on Clash. I'm hungry, I'm ready to feast and I'll beat down any bitch who stands before me on my way to Championship gold. This is my Battlefield Battlebowl and I'm filling it up with all you bitches and pouring milk over it and eating it in one bite!
Rage stands to his feet and leaves the bar.