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The Champions of LIES; A Rufus Harlowe Promotion
Topic Started: Jul 29 2010, 10:09 PM (47 Views)
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Rufus: "I realized a championship belt could make a man stupid...but I didn't realize two of them doubled the effect."

Rufus Harlowe, the man who COULD have been Fighting Spirit Champion doesn't seem real pleased. In his dapper suit of pinstripe black and maroon tie. Rufus stands with his broad shoulders wide as ever, and his arms crossed at his waist. Rufus has a perturbed look on his face, and the amusement he just received from Pyotr Sadovsky's promo looks to be the culprit. Rufus looks to be standing in a room with a plain backdrop set up in the background, a bright stage light illuminating his figure.

Rufus: "Let me get this straight....You're not lucky? I could have sworn you were fucking lucky. Because...didn't you have two shots at the title before Summer of Sin? Hm? I could have sworn you did, and boy...did you fucking LOSE. I'm not talking you ALMOST had it, no....You got your ass handed to you by a fucking GIRL. And now, you claim it's your skill that won you that belt? No, numb nuts. It wasn't. You had two other factors in that match, two other guys that softened up that little whore for you. That little whore you didn't have the BALLS to beat before. But hey, you won this time. It was ALL you! You had the proper mind set, conditioning and attacks that lead to your victory."

Rufus rolls his eyes.

Rufus: "Hm...Did you start the match Pyotr? Hm? Did you? No..No, you didn't. Did you? So you can't claim you were in that match right from the get go and persevered through the pain. No...You were the third choice! THE THIRD FUCKING CHOICE. Luck wasn't on your side? Luck didn't have anything to do with it? What, was the fucking dice RIGGED? You load the dice ya' piece of shit? YOU AIN'T FUCKING NOTHING! You're a paper champion! You earned that title in a match that let you pick off the scraps of others hard work! You're a fucking SCAVENGER. 3 PICK TWICE! You came out in the same fucking order TWICE! You were third! And do you know why!? BECAUSE YOU ARE BELOW ASH KOOPA AND KEITH WILLIAMS! You piece of SHIT! And guess what!? It would've been far more poetic if either one of them one in place of you! Ash cashing in his Grand Prix would've made for a spectacular come back! Keith Williams regaining the title for the second time at the place he won it the FIRST time! You? You're that hairy ugly fuck that lost twice in a row to Jenny and somehow found his way into the match again. "

Roy walks into the room, scratching his head.

Roy: "Dad, don't you think you should calm down?"

Rufus snaps his attention in the direction of his son.

Rufus: "THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY!? Calm down!? FUCK calming down! This asshole was given a direct invite to the Brotherhood when he was in his NOBODY depression! I offered him a chance! The Brotherhood gave him an open invitation and protection! We vowed to aide him! And what does he do!? He just brushes us off! He doesn't acknowledge us or even GET back to us! He's a dip shit! He's nothing but a self serving self promoting sack of horse shit!"

Roy taps his hands together, feeling a bit nervous.

Roy: "But didn't you always say you have to respect the Champions?"

Rufus shakes his head, his mouth agape in laughter.

Rufus: "HAH HAH! Like I could respect some guy who doesn't know LUCK was in his favor? Fuck this guy! I'd rather have the cycloptic BITCH back as my champion. At least she knew how to strike a pose...and that ASS! I like me a dumpy woman."

Roy's eyes are perplexed.

Roy: "Have you been drinking?"

Rufus throws his arms up in celebration.

Rufus: "WOO! My boy has finally caught up! That's right boy! I've been drinkin! COME HERE!"

Rufus says slamming his foot into the ground to prove he was serious. Roy is nervous, his eyes darting around the room as he slowly moseys on over to his pop's side. Rufus' arms slowly raise like a rusty bridge as his eyes fill with rage. Oh boy, he's going to kill Roy! Avert your eyes!

Rufus: "COME 'ERE!"

Rufus says, wrapping his arms around his son and hugs him tightly.

Rufus: "I lo...I like you man, I lov...I like you a lot man! You're my boy! You're a good kid. You know much Daddy gets angry when people call him stupid. Especially people who don't know their asshole from a hole in the ground."

Rufus unleashes his son, who is a confused haze on account of his father actually hugging him.

Rufus: "You're a good kid...go...make me grand kids or whatever the hell it is you kids are useful for."

Rufus says, shooing his son away, Roy complies slowly leaving the room with a far away look in his eye.

Rufus: "What was I saying..."

Rufus slurs.

Rufus: "Oh right! Right!! That Russian Rostropovich asshole. What's up with him calling me stupid!? I'm STUPID because I believed I could powerbomb Rick Nuller? I was under the impression he was three hundred and eighty three pounds! But when I got him up...I realized something....He's fat. He's A LOT fatter than he's telling us. I mean...when was the last time we saw pig boy on a scale? Why do we bill him at three hundred and eighty three? Why? Because he tells us he weighs that much? Or that quack of a Doctor of his that LIES for him? Yes, that's right! Rick Nuller has a doctor who will LIE for him at the drop of a hat, not to mention bang his friend's daughter."

Rufus rolls his eyes, tugging on his long locks of gray hair.

Rufus: "It's ridiculous...I call him out on his bad qualities...and what does he do? He proves me right! He shows the world he is indeed a bad influence...and on top of it? He's a fucking LIAR. He LIES and CHEATS to win! Never mind the good ol' glory days of beating a man hand to hand...no...He admits his bad qualities and LIES to me...LIES to the world! And he expects everyone to be entertained? He expects to be commended for his MIND GAMES!? Well, FUCK you Nuller! You ain't smart! You're a liar! You're a FAT fucking liar. I got my chance? No! I was ROBBED! You didn't defend that title! You're fooling yourself! I DEMAND a rematch! Why? Because they give one to somebody every ReVolt Against The Champions. And I DEMAND I am the man that gets that rematch! I NEED that rematch! I DESERVE that rematch! I CAN beat you Rick Nuller! And I WILL! Christian Cruz will be fighting ME at Blessed & Forsaken! You? You're just going to have to deal with it!"

Rufus clenches his fist, swinging it wildly.

Rufus: "You see that shit!? I'm DANGEROUS! YOU HEAR ME ROUND BOY!? I'm DAAAANGGEEROUUSSS!! So this week...I am paired with a man who spent his Grand Prix and there's word...he's going to be rewarded a title shot! Just because...It's not fair! It's not fair he spent it, and didn't get a PROPER chance! Well, I'd have to agree. With that LUCKY bastard Pyotr HOGGING the third spot...It would seem he was just DESTINED to win! Well, we can't have destiny getting in the way of the Grand Prix! So good luck to my partner, Ashley Koopa."

Rufus stares a burning hole into the soul of Rick Nuller...that is to say if he's watching this right now.

Rufus: "Round boy...I'm FAR from done with you! I don't accept failure...Or FLUKES. I'm on to your game...and I've figured out EVERY facet of your game now! There's NOTHING you got to use against me now! I DEMAND a rematch! If you are to deny me...I'll find some WAY to earn it! I'll talk to Tanaka and see if there's something or someone I can destroy to get my rematch! Yes...YES! I've GOT it! Ashley Koopa and I will destroy the team of Pyotr and Rick Nuller...that way...we've EARNED our right to rematch for the titles! Yes! We'll figure out some way to take out your team...FLAWLESSLY! YES! I am a GENIUS!"

Rufus growls, throwing his arms to his side as beads of sweat drip shake free from his forehead.

Rufus: "FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



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