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QUITTER!? NO!; A Rufus Harlowe Promotion
Topic Started: Jul 24 2010, 03:57 AM (33 Views)
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"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Rufus says, kicking over his dinner tray as he slams his fist into the recliner, Roy charges into the room.

Roy: "Dad, calm down! Do you want more pancakes?" "

Rufus roars like a bear, well not a literal bear but he sure as hell makes his anger known.

Rufus: "Fuck PANCAKES! I want my Fighting Spirit Title match! And you got this fat ass son of a bitch on here talking about he's not going to defend his title!"

Roy looks at the television which is paused on Rick Nuller with a phone to his ear.

Roy: "Well...He's on the phone, how do you know what his conversation was?"

Rufus pauses, thinking of a way to explain this that makes sense. I mean, we all saw what transpired on Rick Nuller's promo, but how does one really hear a conversation one has on a phone in a promo? My guess is you don't, but judging by his responses this is what caused Rufus to get irate.

Rufus: "This asshole doesn't sound happy! He mentioned Sunday! He's looking to quit on account of his heart! I know it! I know he's looking for a way to get out of his defense. The fucker! I'm not going to take this laying down! I earned this title shot at Anarchy in the UK! I worked hard dammit!"

Roy arches a brow, his mouth slowly drooping open.

Roy: "Didn't you like...win it be default?"

Rufus grabs his beer can at the side of his chair, throwing it across the room at Roy.

Rufus: "SHUT UP! I WAITED IN THE BACK PATIENTLY! It's not my fault that Pyotr and that...uh....other guy that was in the match...what the hell was his name?"

Roy raises a finger to his mouth, trying to conjure up the name of the opponent that was in that gauntlet match.

Roy: "Uh...Oreo? Orville?"

Rufus tries to think up the name, and just nods along.

Rufus: "Yeah...one of those I think. But it doesn't matter! Because I am the number one CONTENDER! I earned this spot! He just can't up and bail on me! I deserve this opportunity, I...EARNED IT!"

Rufus stomps his work boot onto the hardwood floor like a spoiled child.

Rufus: "MINE! MINE! MINE!!!"

Rufus exhales heavily, grunting as he took a heavy drop into his recliner and begins to open and clench his fists.

Rufus: "This isn't right....This can't happen! If I lose my chance...It'd be like losing my stock in Big Bob's BarBeQue! HAHAHAAHA! That was funny actually. Further proving my point that Rick is just a failure...and he MADE A KID FAT! Max Rowley and I were right! People don't listen to intelligent minds like us...and thus...we get ignored...but we have the right to say this when the universe throws us this kind of opportunity."


Rufus reclines in his chair, and Roy leans in.

Roy: "What?"

Rufus chuckles.

Rufus: "I told you so! HA HA!"

Roy shrugs.

Roy: "So...What now?"

Rufus eyes dart from side to side, as he tries to come up with a response.

Rufus: "Honestly I don't know. I can talk to Daisuke and see if there's anything that can be done about trying to get that title changed on account of Rick Nuller's quitting. But seriously, I don't see it happening...This may turn out very well for us. We could be looking at all of this waiting as a lost effort...but maybe that's what Nuller is trying to do! Trying to lower my guard, make me believe he's not going to show up! He is a giant liar...so why wouldn't he do this?" I'm onto you Rick Nuller....I've got your number and this Sunday I am dialing it in! You're MINE you son of a bitch! I'm going to DOOM Fist you right in your mouth, and you won't be talking any more of your lies! Your filth will be ceased by my hand! I'll see you defeated...I will see to it that I strip that title from your wasted body. I WILL be the new Fighting Spirit Champion and the world will finally have a Fighting Spirit Champion they can respect! One they can trust!"


Rufus leans back in his chair, rubbing his forehead.

Rufus: "We'll just have to be patient...the match is going to happen...think positive Roy...THINK POSITIVE DAMMIT!!"

Roy jumps up in fright. Rufus snaps his finger.

Rufus: "BEER!"

Roy scrambles out of the room and the scene fades to black.
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