Post by ΒΑЯЯЕԼ on May 15, 2016 7:29:33 GMT -6
A few hours removed from his cameo in Frankie's "Cold Hard Truth" video, which is also known as the wrecking of Nikki Venom, The Big Badass found himself lost, and it made him sad. He said his piece earlier in the week in regards to the hotly anticipated IMPURE Championship match with Silas Romero and fully expected The Hipster Hercules to fire off a witty retort as he usually did.. but it never came to be. So to kill time waiting for Silas to throw something his way he decided to hang around with Frankie and kill time on Twitter which saw him get into a slight back and forth with MSW's exclusive new talent, Charles Gacy. This is why Barrel needed something to do, if he was left without focus he would galavant through the way, looking for trouble to get himself mixed up in, something that plagued him since youth. Nonetheless, he was going to take the initiative here, he was going to speak on things as they were.. he had the time to do it, he may as well make it count.
"I looked under rocks.. under cars- even checked the closet I know you hide in, you weren't there."
There was no Frankie Cocheese, no Theo Vega or The Burb Boys, just Barrel- and of course the IMPURE Championship which he had treated with disregard. The title was seen dangling out from in front of Barrel- it was tucked in the front of his baggy jeans as he stepped forward.
"I figured you might be in the kitchen getting a snack, nope- not there. I popped my head into The Alley Cats' section of the way, all I saw was steel trashcans, a stolen MSW camera that was taken apart and a piece of rotted steak.. I was disappointed. No Silas Romero, so where are you Silas? I'm gonna have to file a missing person's report soon, I can't have you walking the earth like Caine from Kung-Fu, looking to keep a low profile as you pass on your ways to people. I need you to be there at Unstoppable next week Saturday- a week from now so I can put to rest any doubt there may be that you and I are on the same league. You''re below me Silas, hopefully that didn't suddenly dawn on you just yet- I'd much rather beat it into that thick skull of yours."
As the camera's angle broadened so did our view of Barrel and he was standing in a supermarket, the dairy section. He had a wagon to his left that was stocked full of the usual- Cocoa Pebbles, Lucky Charms cereal, steaks, boxes of chicken and yes, the Barrel special.. bagged candy, lots of it. Whether it was Reese's or Jolly Roger Jellybeans, if it was on the shelves, it found its way into Barrel's possession. With a black "BADASS' branded shirt, he had a black Pittsburgh Pirates cap on backwards, the "P" which was usually done in gold was blacked out like the rest of the material around it.
"I've been so busy watching Frankie destroy Venom that it escaped me just how serious this matter is. I mean there's a lot that could go wrong if you don''t show up Silas. I'll have to hear it from the people that support you- they'd go on about how you 'still' could beat me.. everyone knows that's far from the truth but people will stick to their guns, especially those that support you. You've got them wrapped around your finger Silas, I randomly run your name on Twitter and through Google and you've got fans wanting to see you excel, they're wanting to see their savior put me down and take what they feel is your title.. not likely, but hey- I'm not gonna tell someone how to think, I'm no dictator."
Turning away, Barrel reached that huge, tattooed arm of his out and grabbed hold of a bucket- yes, a bucket of butter and tossed it into the car, the candy broke it's fall. Continuing his path down the aisle, he stopped before he moved beyond the yogurts- reaching his arm out again, he grabbed hold of a purple container with an image of a orange sherbet popsicle across of it. Barrel arched a brow at it before shaking his head and tossing it back in the freezer-
"What kinda man eats yogurt? Why not just eat ice cream? Has the world gone mad? It's the same line of thinking that bugs me when it comes to Silas Romeo, it's like comparing yogurt to ice cream! One is made for females.. hipsters even, guys that wear tighter jeans than the strippers who work at Lolly's Club down on 85th and King. Dudes with more mascara than Elvira- people who strongly support Romero's quest to gain some footing in Missouri and prove to be more than just another flash in the pan underachiever."
Barrel fired off a gasp- an overdramatic one at that as he covered his mouth with his left hand for a second-
Now firing off a shrug, he gripped the handles of the gray and green colored shopping cart and continued forward, entering the cheese section.
"It's fitting that we find ourselves here.. I was told that me and him in the ring for the IMPURE Championship was money! It was cheese upon cheese waiting to be made! Yeah? All it's been so far is battling myself, trying to top what I said the last time to keep people interested in this god damn match. If it was anyone else aside of me, a towel would of been thrown in- but I can't do that Silas. I've gotta keep the faith alive, I've gotta believe that you're not gonna punk out on me and you'll drag your sorry, girly tattoo having ass to the ring come Unstoppable so we can settle this- we can move forward. I'm not trying to be the McCoy to your Hatfield, I'm going to be the "Fat Man" to your Nagasaki. I'm going to obliterate you- I want your future generations to know that their ancestor tried but failed- and for his efforts he got blasted and blown up. You see where I'm at with this? Do you understand the light I see you in? You're not just a challenger for this-"
Barrel slapped the IMPURE Title and smirked.
"You're an obstacle, one that I need to break through to move forward. Until we settle in toe to toe in the ring, the doubts will remain and I'm tired of that. All the money that's supposed to come from Barrel versus Romero is going elsewhere and that pisses me off because there's nothing more important to me than lining my pockets with cash- and you're taking away from that. What was once strictly business is becoming personal, and you don't want to see what happens when I think someone is trying to sabotage what I'm working for. Ask Nikki Venom- hell, I heard Alex Bradford hasn't shown his face in Missouri since WAR- don't know what could of possibly happened, but if it was sabotage.. then you know where I'm going with this."
With a shrug, Barrel grabbed a block of cheddar cheese and tossed it into the cart as he again moved forward, now near the milk and chilled juices. Grabbing hold of a carton of lemonade and iced tea, he stacked it on the rest of his groceries before wrapping his big hand around a half gallon of milk carton. Before he put it into the cart, he gazed at the back- looking for a funny quip or workout motivator that usually found itself- whatever was printed there definitely seemed to interest him, all as he nodded a few times.
"Look at that.. seems like I'm not the only one wondering where he's at afterall!"
Turning the milk carton around, a picture of Silas Romero was there with "MISSING" above it and "REWARD IF FOUND" beneath it.
"Whoever was kind enough to put this ad out deserves a hand, give it to'em Silas. I mean unless- you're afraid, which is why we haven't seen your face. If that's the case then there's nothing that can really be done, we've just gotta move forward knowing that a man who had the chance in putting a serious dent in the untouchable armor of The Capital Crew tucked his tail between his legs and ran, ran as far as he could. I can't blame you though.. I mean the last time I was in the ring with you I popped your winning streak's cherry, you're probably worried what I'd do this time."
Shrugging once more, he chuckled.
"If found- put him in front of a camera or send him to Unstoppable next week. Thanks."
Fade.
"I looked under rocks.. under cars- even checked the closet I know you hide in, you weren't there."
There was no Frankie Cocheese, no Theo Vega or The Burb Boys, just Barrel- and of course the IMPURE Championship which he had treated with disregard. The title was seen dangling out from in front of Barrel- it was tucked in the front of his baggy jeans as he stepped forward.
"I figured you might be in the kitchen getting a snack, nope- not there. I popped my head into The Alley Cats' section of the way, all I saw was steel trashcans, a stolen MSW camera that was taken apart and a piece of rotted steak.. I was disappointed. No Silas Romero, so where are you Silas? I'm gonna have to file a missing person's report soon, I can't have you walking the earth like Caine from Kung-Fu, looking to keep a low profile as you pass on your ways to people. I need you to be there at Unstoppable next week Saturday- a week from now so I can put to rest any doubt there may be that you and I are on the same league. You''re below me Silas, hopefully that didn't suddenly dawn on you just yet- I'd much rather beat it into that thick skull of yours."
As the camera's angle broadened so did our view of Barrel and he was standing in a supermarket, the dairy section. He had a wagon to his left that was stocked full of the usual- Cocoa Pebbles, Lucky Charms cereal, steaks, boxes of chicken and yes, the Barrel special.. bagged candy, lots of it. Whether it was Reese's or Jolly Roger Jellybeans, if it was on the shelves, it found its way into Barrel's possession. With a black "BADASS' branded shirt, he had a black Pittsburgh Pirates cap on backwards, the "P" which was usually done in gold was blacked out like the rest of the material around it.
"I've been so busy watching Frankie destroy Venom that it escaped me just how serious this matter is. I mean there's a lot that could go wrong if you don''t show up Silas. I'll have to hear it from the people that support you- they'd go on about how you 'still' could beat me.. everyone knows that's far from the truth but people will stick to their guns, especially those that support you. You've got them wrapped around your finger Silas, I randomly run your name on Twitter and through Google and you've got fans wanting to see you excel, they're wanting to see their savior put me down and take what they feel is your title.. not likely, but hey- I'm not gonna tell someone how to think, I'm no dictator."
Turning away, Barrel reached that huge, tattooed arm of his out and grabbed hold of a bucket- yes, a bucket of butter and tossed it into the car, the candy broke it's fall. Continuing his path down the aisle, he stopped before he moved beyond the yogurts- reaching his arm out again, he grabbed hold of a purple container with an image of a orange sherbet popsicle across of it. Barrel arched a brow at it before shaking his head and tossing it back in the freezer-
"What kinda man eats yogurt? Why not just eat ice cream? Has the world gone mad? It's the same line of thinking that bugs me when it comes to Silas Romeo, it's like comparing yogurt to ice cream! One is made for females.. hipsters even, guys that wear tighter jeans than the strippers who work at Lolly's Club down on 85th and King. Dudes with more mascara than Elvira- people who strongly support Romero's quest to gain some footing in Missouri and prove to be more than just another flash in the pan underachiever."
Barrel fired off a gasp- an overdramatic one at that as he covered his mouth with his left hand for a second-
"Damn.. did I say that!? Did I just call Silas an underachiever?! Flash in the pan!? Damn.. Now the world knows his secret!"
Now firing off a shrug, he gripped the handles of the gray and green colored shopping cart and continued forward, entering the cheese section.
"It's fitting that we find ourselves here.. I was told that me and him in the ring for the IMPURE Championship was money! It was cheese upon cheese waiting to be made! Yeah? All it's been so far is battling myself, trying to top what I said the last time to keep people interested in this god damn match. If it was anyone else aside of me, a towel would of been thrown in- but I can't do that Silas. I've gotta keep the faith alive, I've gotta believe that you're not gonna punk out on me and you'll drag your sorry, girly tattoo having ass to the ring come Unstoppable so we can settle this- we can move forward. I'm not trying to be the McCoy to your Hatfield, I'm going to be the "Fat Man" to your Nagasaki. I'm going to obliterate you- I want your future generations to know that their ancestor tried but failed- and for his efforts he got blasted and blown up. You see where I'm at with this? Do you understand the light I see you in? You're not just a challenger for this-"
Barrel slapped the IMPURE Title and smirked.
"You're an obstacle, one that I need to break through to move forward. Until we settle in toe to toe in the ring, the doubts will remain and I'm tired of that. All the money that's supposed to come from Barrel versus Romero is going elsewhere and that pisses me off because there's nothing more important to me than lining my pockets with cash- and you're taking away from that. What was once strictly business is becoming personal, and you don't want to see what happens when I think someone is trying to sabotage what I'm working for. Ask Nikki Venom- hell, I heard Alex Bradford hasn't shown his face in Missouri since WAR- don't know what could of possibly happened, but if it was sabotage.. then you know where I'm going with this."
With a shrug, Barrel grabbed a block of cheddar cheese and tossed it into the cart as he again moved forward, now near the milk and chilled juices. Grabbing hold of a carton of lemonade and iced tea, he stacked it on the rest of his groceries before wrapping his big hand around a half gallon of milk carton. Before he put it into the cart, he gazed at the back- looking for a funny quip or workout motivator that usually found itself- whatever was printed there definitely seemed to interest him, all as he nodded a few times.
"Look at that.. seems like I'm not the only one wondering where he's at afterall!"
Turning the milk carton around, a picture of Silas Romero was there with "MISSING" above it and "REWARD IF FOUND" beneath it.
"Whoever was kind enough to put this ad out deserves a hand, give it to'em Silas. I mean unless- you're afraid, which is why we haven't seen your face. If that's the case then there's nothing that can really be done, we've just gotta move forward knowing that a man who had the chance in putting a serious dent in the untouchable armor of The Capital Crew tucked his tail between his legs and ran, ran as far as he could. I can't blame you though.. I mean the last time I was in the ring with you I popped your winning streak's cherry, you're probably worried what I'd do this time."
Shrugging once more, he chuckled.
"If found- put him in front of a camera or send him to Unstoppable next week. Thanks."
Fade.
