Post by RickRampage on Oct 23, 2024 10:13:37 GMT -6
The scene opens inside of Central Park Zoo, tucked neatly away in Upper Manhattan, just a twenty minute drive from the infamous Yankee’s Stadium, where Rumble in the Bronx was set to take place on Monday, October Twenty-Eighth. The camera events pans across and shows Rick Rampage, slightly stumbling through the zoo, pulling out a flask as he makes his way through the different exhibits. The massive man takes a sip as he continues to stumble through the zoo, making his way into the Temperate Territory Exhibit.
“Da fuk we doin’ here, Ricky Boy?”
“There’s… a lot of… people here. Safe to… assume… we will… be safe.”
“Dere are kids around dough. Wat dey gonna tink of a drunk.”
“I’m….” Rick stumbles for a moment, slightly hiccupping as he regains his composure. “Not drunk.”
Rick slowly makes his way through the different enclosures until he comes to a stop in front of the Snow Monkey exhibit. He leans over the railing, watching as they monkey’s fly through the trees of the exhibit. The drunken man giggled as he watched how effortlessly they moved through them, maintaining balance, as if they couldn’t be knocked off balance and toppled out of their trees.
“Well… hey there… my little…” Rick hiccups as he looks at a Monkey that has begun to walk closer and closer to him. “Furry… friend.”
“Ricky Boy, we talkin’ ta monkey’s now?”
“Nooooo… obviously not… it’s a monkey.”
The monkey then manages to reach over the mote and grabs ahold of the drunken Rick Rampage, pulling him over the top of the railing and into the enclosure.
“Who you calling a Monkey?”
Rick quickly looks up at the Snow Monkey, a bewildered look on his face as he contemplates whether he really just heard this monkey talk or not.
“Di… di… did you… just talk.”
“What, you ain’t ever seen a monkey talk before?”
Rick sits up, a frustrated look appears on his drunken face as he looks all around the bottom of the exhibit, and then up at the railing he had just fallen over, which was ten feet above him.
“I… I must of… hit my head,” Rick begins to rub the lower portion of his head, “harder than… I thought.”
“Or, I could just be a talking monkey.”
“Man… how am I…” Rick leans over, feeling sick to his stomach for a moment, but it quickly subsides, “how am I… gonna win… the Rumble? Just got… tossed over… by a fucking monkey.”
“Twas easy… like you wanted to be tossed over.”
Rick goes to stand to his feet, but he stumbles and falls back down to the ground. He swats at the ground, kicking up some dirt as he does so, a dust cloud forming around him as he sits there and sulks.
“What am… I even doing.” The frustration was obvious in the tone of his voice. “I got… I got to face… Xavier Reid… Ace King… Ibuki Ito… all of them… former Rumble winners. Ibuki and Xavier have thirteen eliminations… over the course of their career. Seven… seven champions… are in this… match… all of them… wanting a shot… at the Undisputed Championship… and I got tossed over… by a fucking monkey.”
“You got tossed by a monkey, a smaller opponent, because you don’t have balance… you have to fix your balance. I can teach you… I can show you how to fly through the branches… I can show you how to go not get tossed.”
“How? How are… you… gonna teach me? You’re… you’re a… monkey.”
The Monkey moves closer, getting right up in Rick’s face.
“I am so much more than a Monkey. I am the Alpha of this Barrel, and I can teach you my ways. I can show you how to fly… I can teach you to not be tossed from the top. I can teach you how to be the man who can’t be eliminated.”
Rick begins to stand to his feet again, extending out his hand to the Monkey in front of him. The Monkey takes it and leads Rick deep into the enclosure.
“Now, do as I do, and follow me. You will learn to float and fly through your environment.”
The Monkey takes off, running up a rock and jumping into a tree, landing on a branch. As he does, Rick follows, stumbling his way up the same rock and leaping into one of the tree, latching onto the trunk, his feet landing on one of the branches. As he does, the other Snow Monkey’s in the enclosure begin to gather around, sounding off with howls as they watch their Alpha and Rick in the trees.
The Alpha leaps from his branch and then begins to make his way through various trees, ducking in and out of tree branches. Rick leaps away from his tree, trying to follow and keep up with him as he does so. Rick stumbles through the trees and branches in a very, not graceful way, but he manages to keep his balance as he follows the Alpha.
The two make their way to a central grouping of trees and then, all of a sudden, the Alpha turns and charges at Rick. The big man weaves through the trees, dodging The Alpha as he continues the pursuit and charging of Rick. The big man continues to avoid until he can’t avoid the Alpha anymore. The Snow Monkey leaps through the trees and latches onto Rick, using all the moment he can to try and toss Rick from the trees, but Rick continues to manage to maintain his balance, eventually tossing the Monkey into another tree.
Rick stares down the Alpha as the Alpha does the same. The two charge each other, ducking in between the branches as they move from one tree to the next until they eventually collide once more and wrestle their way through the trees until Rick eventually gets the upper hand and manages to toss the Alpha from the trees and down to the bottom of the enclosure. As he does so, the other Monkeys begin to howl and bark as the Alpha slowly gets to his feet and makes his way back into the trees, but as he does so, a voice comes from down below.
“Hey you… ya can’t be in here. Get down from there or I’ll force you down.”
Rick looks down at the security guard before he begins to fly through the trees and works his way to the edge of the enclosure before he leaps his way out and over the railing, landing on the concrete path as he stumbles but maintains his balance and then begins to drunkenly stumble through the zoo, making his escape out of the zoo and then continues through Central Park until he knows that he is safely away from the security officers that were chasing him.
As he notices that he is safe, he kneels down, trying to catch his breath, almost hyper ventilating before he eventually leans behind a tree, hurling his guts out before standing to his feet. The adrenaline, mixed with the evacuation of the alcohol, slightly sobered him for the moment as he looked around. Rick begins to walk forward, taking out his flask, going for a drink, but there was nothing left in it.
“Shit!”
“Maybe ya should lay off da sauce dere, Ricky Boy!”
“Nah man, I need it. I got to keep the voice out of my head.”
“Look Ricky Boy, how ya gonna win dis here Rumble if ya drunk as a skunk?”
“What do you mean… I just soared through the trees and toppled an Alpha out of the trees. How are any of these guys going to be able to toss me from the ring. They try and toss me, I will flip out and back in. They try and toss me, I will use their momentum against them and send them over. I just learned from an Alpha… I will be unstoppable. Hell, they can put me in first instead of Marcu$ $t. John, and I will still be able to win this thing. I got this here match in the bag, Franky Boy!”
“Don’t do dat dere, Ricky Boy! Dat’s my ting.”
Rick laughs slightly as he begins to walk through Central Park, making his way to the exit in search of a liquor store in hopes of getting some more booze to fill his flask.
“Look, I know the odds Frank. I know that even Ibuki Ito, who has as many eliminations as he does, has only won once. I know I am facing nineteen other wrestlers and I have no control over when I enter, but I do have control over when I exit. I am one of the biggest men in this match, and it will take people working together to eliminate me, even more so now that I have this new Snow Monkey style of wrestling. I have a balance and flow about me that won’t be able to be touched. They can come at me all they want, but I am not gonna back down.”
“Ya serious dere, Ricky Boy? Ya really tink dat da Monkey taught ya something. Did ya hit ya head or someting when you fell into dat enclosure.”
“I didn’t fall into the enclosure, I was pulled in. It was like nature knew I needed to learn a lesson and the Alpha Snow Monkey taught it to me.”
“Rick, ya being fukin serious? Wat da fuk ya drinkin dere buddy? Ya got Absinthe in dat ting. Ya seeing da green fairy dere, Ricky Boy?”
“Nah man, the monkey spoke to me, and taught me his ways. You can think I am crazy, but I know what happened, and its gonna help me win, end of story.”
“Ya off da rocka dere. Ya fell inta enclosure and den ya chased dat monkey through it. He didn’t teach ya nothing in dere. All ya did was fuking fight a monkey.”
“Look, you just mad that the monkey helped me with this match more than you could have. You’ve never fought in a rumble, and neither have I, but that monkey man, he’s unshakeable. He is a master of balance and flow. I mean, think about it. Tarzan learned from the monkeys in Africa, and would you ever imagine him losing a match like the Rumble? What wrestler in the EWC could toss Tarzan out of the ring?”
“Tarzan is make believe, Ricky Boy. He ain’t real dere my man. Ya done lost it my boy.”
“Think what you want, but I have confidence that I can do this. It’s a balance, more than just being steady on your feet, it’s about eliminating the right amount of people, coming in at the right time, and maintaining a good amount of stamina to stay alive. You have to be focused and play it smart, and it’s about remembering that you have to go over the top and touch the floor to be eliminated. I believe that is something I can now stop from happening.
It doesn’t matter who it is, and who I have faced in the past. Sure, Ibuki has beaten me, same with guys like Ace King and Marcu$ $t. John, but none of that matters in this kind of match, it’s about who can toss who out of the ring, and I am bigger, stronger, and now, a little more graceful. I know this match has the whose who of wrestlers in the EWC, but I don’t have to pin them, I just have to pick them up and send them over the top rope and down to the floor. There are only a few people even in this match that can do that to me, and unless they are able to work together as a team, they won’t be able to do it to me. That gives men like ZERO and myself the advantage in a match like this.
It doesn’t matter if you have won this match before or not, it doesn’t matter if you have eliminated more people than anyone else in this match, all that matters is can you be eliminated. And the answer for everyone in this match is yes. Any and everyone can be eliminated in this match. It doesn’t matter if you are a living legend, it doesn’t matter if you are already a champion, it doesn’t matter who you have pinned or beaten; none of it fucking matters. All that matters is who wants it and how far are you willing to dig down and pull this match out.
There are two competitors who will have already have competed in matches previously to entering into the Rumble, you have people that are hoping for their moment, a shot at glory, and this is definitely the kind of match that will let that happen; and you have people who are already established names who are looking to take that next step and get their first ever EWC Undisputed Championship. Then you have guys who want their shot to regain that title, men like Ace King and Xavier Reid; women like Candy and Narumi. Then you have men like me, the bottom of the barrel. I am in the midst of the worst year of my entire career and I will do anything to get things back on track.
I mean, I literally just took combat lessons from a fucking Monkey. I will do whatever I can to give myself an advantage in this match and walk away with the win. I don’t care how underhanded my tactics might be; hell, I don’t care if I have to resort to what some may deem as cowardice. I have to win this match, I have to get myself on track. Winning this match books my ticket to main event the biggest show of the year, and whether I win or lose that match, it will set me up to go into the next year as one of the top dogs, and that’s exactly what I want to do. It’s time for me to take this moment here, and put my name into the history books as a winner of the Rumble in the Bronx and to then move on and square off for the ultimate prize in the biggest match of the year. This match, this moment, it will belong to me and there is nothing and no one that can stop me. So I hope the entire EWC is ready, because the Rumble will be my rebirth. The Rumble will see me return to the best version of myself. So get ready, cause nothing can prepare the entire field for my Drunken Monkey Technique.”
Rick smirks as he stumbles and then disappears into a liquor store, the scene fading away to black.
“Da fuk we doin’ here, Ricky Boy?”
“There’s… a lot of… people here. Safe to… assume… we will… be safe.”
“Dere are kids around dough. Wat dey gonna tink of a drunk.”
“I’m….” Rick stumbles for a moment, slightly hiccupping as he regains his composure. “Not drunk.”
Rick slowly makes his way through the different enclosures until he comes to a stop in front of the Snow Monkey exhibit. He leans over the railing, watching as they monkey’s fly through the trees of the exhibit. The drunken man giggled as he watched how effortlessly they moved through them, maintaining balance, as if they couldn’t be knocked off balance and toppled out of their trees.
“Well… hey there… my little…” Rick hiccups as he looks at a Monkey that has begun to walk closer and closer to him. “Furry… friend.”
“Ricky Boy, we talkin’ ta monkey’s now?”
“Nooooo… obviously not… it’s a monkey.”
The monkey then manages to reach over the mote and grabs ahold of the drunken Rick Rampage, pulling him over the top of the railing and into the enclosure.
“Who you calling a Monkey?”
Rick quickly looks up at the Snow Monkey, a bewildered look on his face as he contemplates whether he really just heard this monkey talk or not.
“Di… di… did you… just talk.”
“What, you ain’t ever seen a monkey talk before?”
Rick sits up, a frustrated look appears on his drunken face as he looks all around the bottom of the exhibit, and then up at the railing he had just fallen over, which was ten feet above him.
“I… I must of… hit my head,” Rick begins to rub the lower portion of his head, “harder than… I thought.”
“Or, I could just be a talking monkey.”
“Man… how am I…” Rick leans over, feeling sick to his stomach for a moment, but it quickly subsides, “how am I… gonna win… the Rumble? Just got… tossed over… by a fucking monkey.”
“Twas easy… like you wanted to be tossed over.”
Rick goes to stand to his feet, but he stumbles and falls back down to the ground. He swats at the ground, kicking up some dirt as he does so, a dust cloud forming around him as he sits there and sulks.
“What am… I even doing.” The frustration was obvious in the tone of his voice. “I got… I got to face… Xavier Reid… Ace King… Ibuki Ito… all of them… former Rumble winners. Ibuki and Xavier have thirteen eliminations… over the course of their career. Seven… seven champions… are in this… match… all of them… wanting a shot… at the Undisputed Championship… and I got tossed over… by a fucking monkey.”
“You got tossed by a monkey, a smaller opponent, because you don’t have balance… you have to fix your balance. I can teach you… I can show you how to fly through the branches… I can show you how to go not get tossed.”
“How? How are… you… gonna teach me? You’re… you’re a… monkey.”
The Monkey moves closer, getting right up in Rick’s face.
“I am so much more than a Monkey. I am the Alpha of this Barrel, and I can teach you my ways. I can show you how to fly… I can teach you to not be tossed from the top. I can teach you how to be the man who can’t be eliminated.”
Rick begins to stand to his feet again, extending out his hand to the Monkey in front of him. The Monkey takes it and leads Rick deep into the enclosure.
“Now, do as I do, and follow me. You will learn to float and fly through your environment.”
The Monkey takes off, running up a rock and jumping into a tree, landing on a branch. As he does, Rick follows, stumbling his way up the same rock and leaping into one of the tree, latching onto the trunk, his feet landing on one of the branches. As he does, the other Snow Monkey’s in the enclosure begin to gather around, sounding off with howls as they watch their Alpha and Rick in the trees.
The Alpha leaps from his branch and then begins to make his way through various trees, ducking in and out of tree branches. Rick leaps away from his tree, trying to follow and keep up with him as he does so. Rick stumbles through the trees and branches in a very, not graceful way, but he manages to keep his balance as he follows the Alpha.
The two make their way to a central grouping of trees and then, all of a sudden, the Alpha turns and charges at Rick. The big man weaves through the trees, dodging The Alpha as he continues the pursuit and charging of Rick. The big man continues to avoid until he can’t avoid the Alpha anymore. The Snow Monkey leaps through the trees and latches onto Rick, using all the moment he can to try and toss Rick from the trees, but Rick continues to manage to maintain his balance, eventually tossing the Monkey into another tree.
Rick stares down the Alpha as the Alpha does the same. The two charge each other, ducking in between the branches as they move from one tree to the next until they eventually collide once more and wrestle their way through the trees until Rick eventually gets the upper hand and manages to toss the Alpha from the trees and down to the bottom of the enclosure. As he does so, the other Monkeys begin to howl and bark as the Alpha slowly gets to his feet and makes his way back into the trees, but as he does so, a voice comes from down below.
“Hey you… ya can’t be in here. Get down from there or I’ll force you down.”
Rick looks down at the security guard before he begins to fly through the trees and works his way to the edge of the enclosure before he leaps his way out and over the railing, landing on the concrete path as he stumbles but maintains his balance and then begins to drunkenly stumble through the zoo, making his escape out of the zoo and then continues through Central Park until he knows that he is safely away from the security officers that were chasing him.
As he notices that he is safe, he kneels down, trying to catch his breath, almost hyper ventilating before he eventually leans behind a tree, hurling his guts out before standing to his feet. The adrenaline, mixed with the evacuation of the alcohol, slightly sobered him for the moment as he looked around. Rick begins to walk forward, taking out his flask, going for a drink, but there was nothing left in it.
“Shit!”
“Maybe ya should lay off da sauce dere, Ricky Boy!”
“Nah man, I need it. I got to keep the voice out of my head.”
“Look Ricky Boy, how ya gonna win dis here Rumble if ya drunk as a skunk?”
“What do you mean… I just soared through the trees and toppled an Alpha out of the trees. How are any of these guys going to be able to toss me from the ring. They try and toss me, I will flip out and back in. They try and toss me, I will use their momentum against them and send them over. I just learned from an Alpha… I will be unstoppable. Hell, they can put me in first instead of Marcu$ $t. John, and I will still be able to win this thing. I got this here match in the bag, Franky Boy!”
“Don’t do dat dere, Ricky Boy! Dat’s my ting.”
Rick laughs slightly as he begins to walk through Central Park, making his way to the exit in search of a liquor store in hopes of getting some more booze to fill his flask.
“Look, I know the odds Frank. I know that even Ibuki Ito, who has as many eliminations as he does, has only won once. I know I am facing nineteen other wrestlers and I have no control over when I enter, but I do have control over when I exit. I am one of the biggest men in this match, and it will take people working together to eliminate me, even more so now that I have this new Snow Monkey style of wrestling. I have a balance and flow about me that won’t be able to be touched. They can come at me all they want, but I am not gonna back down.”
“Ya serious dere, Ricky Boy? Ya really tink dat da Monkey taught ya something. Did ya hit ya head or someting when you fell into dat enclosure.”
“I didn’t fall into the enclosure, I was pulled in. It was like nature knew I needed to learn a lesson and the Alpha Snow Monkey taught it to me.”
“Rick, ya being fukin serious? Wat da fuk ya drinkin dere buddy? Ya got Absinthe in dat ting. Ya seeing da green fairy dere, Ricky Boy?”
“Nah man, the monkey spoke to me, and taught me his ways. You can think I am crazy, but I know what happened, and its gonna help me win, end of story.”
“Ya off da rocka dere. Ya fell inta enclosure and den ya chased dat monkey through it. He didn’t teach ya nothing in dere. All ya did was fuking fight a monkey.”
“Look, you just mad that the monkey helped me with this match more than you could have. You’ve never fought in a rumble, and neither have I, but that monkey man, he’s unshakeable. He is a master of balance and flow. I mean, think about it. Tarzan learned from the monkeys in Africa, and would you ever imagine him losing a match like the Rumble? What wrestler in the EWC could toss Tarzan out of the ring?”
“Tarzan is make believe, Ricky Boy. He ain’t real dere my man. Ya done lost it my boy.”
“Think what you want, but I have confidence that I can do this. It’s a balance, more than just being steady on your feet, it’s about eliminating the right amount of people, coming in at the right time, and maintaining a good amount of stamina to stay alive. You have to be focused and play it smart, and it’s about remembering that you have to go over the top and touch the floor to be eliminated. I believe that is something I can now stop from happening.
It doesn’t matter who it is, and who I have faced in the past. Sure, Ibuki has beaten me, same with guys like Ace King and Marcu$ $t. John, but none of that matters in this kind of match, it’s about who can toss who out of the ring, and I am bigger, stronger, and now, a little more graceful. I know this match has the whose who of wrestlers in the EWC, but I don’t have to pin them, I just have to pick them up and send them over the top rope and down to the floor. There are only a few people even in this match that can do that to me, and unless they are able to work together as a team, they won’t be able to do it to me. That gives men like ZERO and myself the advantage in a match like this.
It doesn’t matter if you have won this match before or not, it doesn’t matter if you have eliminated more people than anyone else in this match, all that matters is can you be eliminated. And the answer for everyone in this match is yes. Any and everyone can be eliminated in this match. It doesn’t matter if you are a living legend, it doesn’t matter if you are already a champion, it doesn’t matter who you have pinned or beaten; none of it fucking matters. All that matters is who wants it and how far are you willing to dig down and pull this match out.
There are two competitors who will have already have competed in matches previously to entering into the Rumble, you have people that are hoping for their moment, a shot at glory, and this is definitely the kind of match that will let that happen; and you have people who are already established names who are looking to take that next step and get their first ever EWC Undisputed Championship. Then you have guys who want their shot to regain that title, men like Ace King and Xavier Reid; women like Candy and Narumi. Then you have men like me, the bottom of the barrel. I am in the midst of the worst year of my entire career and I will do anything to get things back on track.
I mean, I literally just took combat lessons from a fucking Monkey. I will do whatever I can to give myself an advantage in this match and walk away with the win. I don’t care how underhanded my tactics might be; hell, I don’t care if I have to resort to what some may deem as cowardice. I have to win this match, I have to get myself on track. Winning this match books my ticket to main event the biggest show of the year, and whether I win or lose that match, it will set me up to go into the next year as one of the top dogs, and that’s exactly what I want to do. It’s time for me to take this moment here, and put my name into the history books as a winner of the Rumble in the Bronx and to then move on and square off for the ultimate prize in the biggest match of the year. This match, this moment, it will belong to me and there is nothing and no one that can stop me. So I hope the entire EWC is ready, because the Rumble will be my rebirth. The Rumble will see me return to the best version of myself. So get ready, cause nothing can prepare the entire field for my Drunken Monkey Technique.”
Rick smirks as he stumbles and then disappears into a liquor store, the scene fading away to black.