Post by ΒΑЯЯЕԼ on May 18, 2016 23:42:09 GMT -6
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"HEY BARREL!"
A dark, cloudless night in Kansas City- the humidity was at a comfortable level. No cars traveled the street currently as it seemed the citizens were at home, twiddling their thumbs with anticipation of Missouri State Wrestling returning. Footsteps over gravel- small rocks being kicked across the sidewalk as The Capital Crew's titan stopped in his path and turned.
"There's been some breaking news!"
The camera fired over his left shoulder like the view from Gears of War as Barrel's right hand pressed a white piece of paper against a telephone pole that had more staples in it than Nikki Venom was going to receive in his head on Saturday. With a staple gun in his left, he pressed the steel against the upper corner of paper before turning to look at the camera.
"What?"
"Silas Romero spoke on you!"
Like a disappointed parent who was called down to a substation in the middle of the night to pick up a troubled juvenile, Barrel let off an overdramatic sigh.
"Really? I spent 25 bucks at Kinkos making these things!"
Barrel grumbled under his breath as he moved his hand away from the paper attached to the telephone pole and it was an enlarged version of the little "Missing" flyer on the back of the milk carton the last time he was on camera. It was made up of the same picture of Silas Romero with the "MISSING" and "REWARD IF FOUND" black fonts beneath and under it. Scratching at his skinned head, he ripped the flyer and crumpled it before tossing it towards the trash can, of course he hit the shot like Kobe in the clutch.
"At least he isn't dead, I guess that's a good thing."
"Apparently he's had marital issues, his wife had a kid with someone else and he just found out-"
As if he was the devil firing the most evil smirk imaginable, Barrel found himself chuckling before shrugging.
"Kinda rough if you ask me, dude seems like he deserves better than that."
"Is it? Is it really?"
The exchange between Barrel and the cameraman had hit a pothole, if the talk they were having were a car, it'd be heading straight into a guardrail while both passengers had no seat-belts on and pre-cracked windshield.
"Rough, HA! I mean, I'm no saint.. I'm no angel. I've done my share of evil, I've cut throats that shouldn't have been cut, but let's for a second remember who he is. Silas Romero isn't a good guy, he's just like me- just like Frankie, just like Theo.. Danny and Donny, the exception being he isn't cool about it. He strives to gain this acceptance man, he goes under the gun- gets tatted up but it's all for nothing. The dude he tries to be ain't the dude he really is, it's why his wife was off banging some other dude and had him fooled into thinking it was his kid."
"Damn Barrel.."
"What? You want me to stand here and tell you that I sympathize for him? No- hell no. I don't sympathize for anyone, especially a guy that I've gotta knuckle up against in a few days. I don't care about Romero's life, I don't give a rat's ass about that downward spiral he's in, nut up and get over it."
Barrel let off another shrug, he truly didn't care.
"Dude.. he gave you props.."
"So?"
"You're being kinda hard on him, don't you think?"
"Being hard on him would be me saying Alyx was blowing me when I was munching on Cinnamon Toast Crunch as he was rehabbing his arm. I think what'd constitute as me being hard on him would be like me saying while he was off being Mister Hipster Hercules, I was dropping loads in his wife and knocking her up- so when he got home after a long day he was tasting me as he kissed his wife. THAT'D be me going hard- but it ain't even going to be that way, 'cause Romero isn't even worth my time. Dude talks about knocking people out- he should be paying attention to what's going on at home as all that's happening is people getting knocked UP."
"Wow."
With another shrug, Barrel turned and begun to walk forward as the cameraman kept pace at his side.
"This is Professional Wrestling, not As the World Turns or Days of Our Lives. What goes on at home should stay at home, don't put dirty laundry in front of the camera.. it's not going to help you. I'm glad that you're gonna make Unstoppable, it's good. You're gonna come out and you're gonna be mad- you're gonna be snortin' like a damned bull and I love it. Knowing that you're gonna be throwing punches harder than usual, you're gonna want to try and take out that frustration with elbows and knees.. good. It's what the IMPURE Championship represents, it's for us guys that thrive off of fighting, not exchanging headlocks and wowing the crowd like Stevenson does. You're gonna come to Unstoppable wanting to FIGHT, and I LOVE IT."
There couldn't be more excitement in Barrel's voice than there, The Big Badass loved it. He loved to exchange rights and lefts, there was no better feeling than the adrenaline rush when someone foolishly tried to take a shot at Barrel's skull, only to see them stagger in terror as he smiled and threw one of his own.
"There's no better feeling than the build for this, it's been fun. The back and forth verbal jabs turn to actual punches and that's why I decided on making the IMPURE Championship a thing and ditching the tradition that came with the title. I'm not a guy who wants to preserve it- I want to rewrite history and that's where Unstoppable comes in. There ain't more ways I can paint the picture of how much I don't care about titles, but if it gives me a reason to go out there and excel at the one thing I'm damned good at- hurting people- then.. let me steal a line from Arty Kaiser here.. I'll be the champ for life."
"You know that's trademarked right?"
"I'll cut her a check after the bonus from Unstoppable comes in, successful title defenses mean more cash."
"Fair enough."
"At the end of the day man, nothing more can be said. I've spoke my piece- I'm done. I'm just hoping that you can get your head out of the clouds long enough so I don't have to hear anymore on how Silas Romero is going to be the one that takes me down. I'm tired of excuses- if not from you, from the people that support you. After the smoke clears and we're done in the ring do me a favor, jump on your Twitter and tell your fans to stop- stop the madness. Stop the cheers, stop the calls for more- stop it all. I don't want to hear it, there's nothing for them to latch onto. This is your shot and this time I'm going to do what you say is impossible-"
Pausing, Barrel turned and glared toward the camera. No trace of emotion, no smirks nor grins, just Barrel.
"I'm going to break you. Maybe not in the Bane and Batman sense with your back over my knee, but I'm going to break you where it'll hurt more.."
Barrel tapped at the side of his head with his finger-
".. upstairs. I'm gonna break you mentally. Your body will survive, you'll manage to keep going on but this will haunt you, mark my words. Whenever you're on the verge of tasting success it'll hit you like a sack of bricks that I'm always lurking around the corner ready to snatch it out of your hands. There's no doubt you're good, that's never been in question.. what has been though.. is if you're better than me which.. isn't even up for debate. As tough as you may be- something I've gone on record saying you are, there can be only one legitimate tough guy.. only one badass.. and that's THIS Big Badass."
Allowing a smirk to emerge, Barrel once again shrugged his shoulders.
"All I'm out to do at Unstoppable is fight and put an emphatic end to this chapter. Not the book, but chapter.. I know that our paths will cross again Silas- I don't know when, I don't know how but this isn't the last time we're gonna find ourselves at odds but the difference next time is you're gonna know.. 'cause you're gonna learn on Saturday, in order to beat me, you've gotta be ready to kill me and Romero.."
Barrel scratched at the tip of his nose while shaking his head with what resembled a smirk crossed his face.
"You don't got it in you. Don't feel bad though, it's not a common trait, man. Anyway enough.. I'll see you at Unstoppable."
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