Post by Press1269 on Jul 18, 2019 17:07:30 GMT
“David Scott…”
The name came from somewhere in the darkness, as the scene is nothing but a pitch-black screen. Then there is a mechanical sound, something grinding repeatedly in short succession, until finally a flame appears in the lens and you can see that sound was someone igniting a lighter. The Zippo is slowly moved over to a kerosene lantern, and once ablaze a glass cover is slipped over to cast a dim light over the rest of the room.
The Camera has since been moved, and now rests farther away, and the operator slips to the end of what appears to be a basement of some kind with dirt floors. The Unkempt Hero, Rex Rumble, stares wild eyed at the apparatus, looking a little more disheveled than usual. He appears to glare through the lens, past it, as if not really addressing it when he begins again.
“David……..Scott……can’t trust him, no…..comes into our promotion, acts like a big shot, even after all that he’s been accused of….yeah……acts as if he’s here for a fight, just another paycheck, but no….can’t trust him….AND DO YOU KNOW WHY?!?”
The last comes in an explosion, Rex’s wild eyes searching the camera as if it were a person, left hand held up at his mouth with his pinky extended.
“Yeah….Rex will tell you why, yes he will. The man has two first names. TWO FIRST NAMES, YEAH!”
Rex, in some epileptic fit, somehow manages to shake his head ‘No’ while shaking his head ‘Yes’ all at the same time. He finally comes to a stop only to cast another insane glare at the camera.
“You can’t trust someone with two first names, yeah. I saw the guy in catering, and I said, ‘Hey David’, and he looked at me. I gave it five minutes and then said, ‘Hey Scott’, AND HE LOOKED AT ME AGAIN!”
Rex points directly at the camera as he says this, eyes going bloodshot they are bulging so far out of his skull.
“It’s almost as if this man is trying to create a vortex of duplicity, morphing from one name to the next, two sides of the same coin, multiple personality disorder, schizophrenia, a BLACK HOLE SENT TO PULL US ALL IN TO THIS CONUNDRUM AND BLIND US TO THE FACT THAT HE IS NEITHER DAVID OR SCOTT, BUT A COMBINATION OF THE TWO! It’s like David and Scott got together and had a baby, AND BOOM! JUST LIKE THAT! DAVID SCOTT!”
Rex has worked through his theory with froth at the corners of his mouth, so he takes a moment to wipe the spittle away and his breathing slowly comes back under control.
“And now he’s about to come up against his greatest challenge, yeah. The mountain, yeah. The avalanche, yeah. THE FREAKIN CATASTROPHE THAT IS THE UNKEMPT HERO, REX RUMBLE, YEAH!”
Lazy Eyes flexes his muscles, going into a pose down for the camera, ending with both bulging biceps lifted on either side of his face, to which he holds them close and then kisses them before letting his arms drop to his side. Like someone had taken an eraser to a chalk board the bravado fades, and a somberness enters Rumble’s continence.
“I’ve seen the rumors, yeah. Heard the talk, yeah. That Rex Rumble hasn’t been the same since Zachariah Krahe up and bailed…”
Rex shakes his head sadly, placing his fists on his hips.
“Maybe their right, but I DON’T THINK SO! YEAH! ZACH AND I WERE BUDDIES! WE WERE PALS! IT WASN’T LIKE I WAS IN LOVE WITH THE GUY! YEAH”
Rex suddenly looks all around the room in a craze, as if a wasp had just entered his space and he was trying to keep it from stinging him, then he looks down at the floor and seems to fixate on a crumpled Big Mac wrapper, then appears to go dead inside moments before getting jacked again and screaming at the camera, all in about the span of twenty seconds.
“NO! YEAH! HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO PROPERLY BOUND AND TOSS ANOTHER HUMAN BEING INTO A TRUNK, AND I TAUGHT HIM THE COMPLEXITIES OF BIG MAC ACCOUTERMENTS! ZACHARIAH KRAHE WAS THE MAN THAT I WANTED, BUT INSTEAD WASN'T THE MAN THAT I NEEDED! YEAH! NO! WAIT!”
Rex has confused himself now, as he begins mumbling the line over to himself while counting on his fingers. As if a light bulb just went off, he snaps his head back up to the camera and points right at it towards the viewers.
“DAVID SCOTT! COME SATURDAY IN CHILE, PREPARE TO COME OFF SCRIPT, CAUSE I’M FLIPPING IT! YEAH! I DON’T CARE WHICH OF YOU SHOWS UP! DAVID, I’LL SLAY YOU LIKE GOLIATH, YEAH! SCOTT, I’LL WIPE MY ASS WITH YOU LIKE TOILET PAPER, YEAH! CAUSE JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU’VE GOT ME PEGGED, BAM! THAT’S WHEN YOU FEEL THE RUMBLE! OOOOOHHHHH SNAP!!
At about 150% instability, Rex attacks the camera, knocking it to the floor and repeating his catchphrases over and over. Just when the sound cuts to static, he can be heard screaming..
YOU CAN’T TRUST
A MAN WITH
TWO FIRST NAMES!!
A MAN WITH
TWO FIRST NAMES!!
