Comin' In Dry! [Rumble RP]

[The Silver Tongued Devil]

[www.theblackestsun.com/promos] 

[fga presents gold rush rumble] 

[aries reed vs. the world] 

[hype i] 

“Everyone is coming out of the woodwork for the Gold Rush Rumble.”



“From the old veterans who want to try to recapture some previous glory and get back into the glorious sun once again.”



“To the rookies who want to make a name for themselves and catapult themselves from the ranks of the unknown to the fame of the FGA roster.”



“And then you sprinkle in the vindictive fucks who want nothing more but to cause a bit of chaos and try to prevent someone else from winner because they got a little butt hurt over what someone else said over Twitter or because somebody did something to someone else and they are making it their life’s work to make that person’s life a living hell.”



[Aries let out an exhausted breath as he slowly shook his head.]



“Goddamn, white people…I don’t know how you do it. I mean it’s an adventure alone just being a black man in Atlanta but yet you all make it seem like your lives are right out of a goddamn movie.”



“Fuck, it must be nice to be white and live in America.”



“But when it comes to Aries Reed, well, it’s a bit different because let’s be for real. You all don’t like me, you see me and you turn up your nose because I’m the guy who has no filter and I’m the one who will say whatever I want when I want to because…well…why not?”



“Fujiko Mine got a big ol’ set of titties on her…and we all know it, HAVE YOU SEEN TWITTER?!”



“But no one else wants to say it but does it look like I give a shit?”



“Ricky Valero is still trying to bang Luke Jackon’s sister again...while Luke swears up and down that it doesn’t bother him, but we all know better.”



“Mark Smart has the personality of a wet brown paper bag”



“All the while Chris Vector, Arik Blayde, and Evangelista are all fighting just to remain relevant...let alone on the goddamn roster.”



“Did I piss anyone off yet?”



“I mean I can do this all damn day…Chandler Scott and Savannah Taylor are too busy sucking each other off to give a damn…Noelle Smith is well, I don’t know what she does really, so I don’t have anything for that.”



“All of this, everything that I just said isn’t anything sacred...it isn’t anything that isn’t out there for public consumption because they put it all out there for everyone to see and in the mindless drivel that is social media are we really shocked there isn’t going to be someone who going to buck the system and swim against the current?”



“And are we really shocked that it’s me?”



[Arching a brow, Aries cocks his head to the side slightly as he looks into the camera with a soft shrug of his shoulders.]



“It’s easy to hate on me.”



“It’s easy to write me off.”



“It’s easy to mock me.”



“It's easy cast me aside.”



“…and strangely enough, I’m okay with it.”



“Everything you’ve all had to say…everything you’ve all never said…all the taunts, all the sideways glances, all the whispers, all the doubts, all the criticisms.”



“It does nothing but fuel me as I start to march down the path of proving you all wrong. Proving that not only do I belong here but I was genetically predisposed for this.”



“This business is in my blood and while I don’t share the same sentiments with over 90 percent of the roster here, pretty soon, you won’t be able to deny me what’s rightfully mine.”



“I was told that I had to fall in the love with the process of being great and I didn’t know what that meant until a few months ago.”



“Those nights where everyone else is partying and drinking…and smoking…and fuckin’…”



“…I was at home, plotting and preparing for the next day…”



“Those mornings where everyone wanted to sleep in, hop on Twitter and tell the world about what was going on in their everyday lives…”



“…I was here, putting in the work that you didn’t want to…”



“I’m awake six days a week before the sun and the first one in the gym…and the last one to leave on those same days to a point to where Justin Brooks just gave me a goddamn key to the place.”



“Paying my dues in sweat equity…paying my dues in blood money…paying my dues with every breath in my lungs away from the cameras and away from the keyboards, away from the Twitter…and the Facebook…”



“…I put in my work right here while the rest of you have no idea of what it takes to be Aries Reed on a daily basis.”



“You think I’m all talk, but it all comes from people who’ve never stepped into the ring with me.”



“Ask Luke Jackson if I’m legit.”



“Ask Sydney Christensen, where ever she is, if I’m just another face in the crowd.”



“Win, lose, or draw…Aries Reed is nothing but business inside of that ring.”



“Luke Jackson got his ass folded up like an old wallet and you know what, I didn’t even get a fucking blip on the radar…and what does it get me?”



“A spot in the Gold Rush Rumble? Does me beating Luke hold no merit?”



“Apparently not.”



“But it’s all good; look down upon me because I don’t fit your mold.”



“Dismiss me because I’m not a fan favorite.”



“And when you do, I’ll still be standing here, stronger than ever…I’ll be fighting my fight against all of those who said I couldn’t do it.”



“The Zeroes.”



“The Karmas.”



“The Cannons.”



“The Fujikos.”



“Every single self-righteous asshole on this roster…every single asshole…every single jamoke who wants to come into the this rumble, I’m going to show you what kind of work that Aries Reed puts in on a nightly basis.”



“And then you can continue to hate me.”



“And then you can continue to look down upon me…”



“…but you won’t be able to deny my skill or my ability inside of that very ring. I’ll be one whose name will be in lights, I’ll be the one who they can’t get rid of because the minute Aries Reed walks out of the door....”



“...ratings.”



“...merchandising sales.”



“...ticket sales.”



“...buy rates.”



“...fanfare…”



“…it all comes with me.”



“In short, you won’t be able to get rid of me because it’ll be bad for business, it’ll be bad for this company…it’ll be bad for your wallets.”



“And when you start fucking around with white people’s money…well…those greedy sons of bitches start to pay attention.”



“You need guys like me around, you’ll pay to watch me, you’ll pay to boo me, and you’ll pay to hate me…”



“You don’t want to see me win, you don’t want to see me achieve anything beyond your expectations and accomplish anything worth a damn.”



[With a certain flair that’s definitely all Aries, a smirk spreads over his lips as he places his hands on his hips.]



“But I will, I’ll be the one who defies mold that you pasty bastards try to put me in.”



“Actually the more you try to paint me into a corner the more I will come out smelling like a rose and clean on the other side.”



“I’m the anti-hero…I’m that variable in the equation that you’ll never be able to account for because as soon as you think that you got ol’ Aries Reed figured out…that’s when you’ve really fucked up because the left hand will never know what the right hand is doing.”



“So while you Vegan eating, vitamin B popping, Starbucks drinking, Democrat-voting, Vape-smoking, Ugg boot wearing, hipster-beard having, skinny jean buying, pigment-challenged assholes are sleeping soundly at night, with your Twitter feeds filled with the self-absorbed selfies to the goddamn brim…”



[Taking a deep breath, he continues on.]



“…I’ll be here, I’ll be right here…putting the work and paying the price that you either can’t or won’t pay…finding a way to win the matches you don’t expect me to win, finding ways to beat the guys you don’t expect me to beat. All because I want to rub in your collective faces when I do it…I want to be the one laughing all the way to bank while you try to figure out ‘how in the hell is Aries pull that off?’. And all the while, I’ll make promises to defy every single of you.”



“Smiling the entire time, which I’m destroying whoever and whatever you put in my path.”



“So boys and girls, you got a few more days to preheat that ass like an oven…because at the Gold Rush Rumble…”



“…I’m coming in raw.”



[With that, Aries tilts his head to the side as a smile spreads over his face leading us to fade to black.]

[april, 2016] 

[lions den f.c.] 

[knoxville, tenn.] 

“Fuck impossible!”



Darius deep voice bellows throughout the empty gym as Aries Reed stands in the middle, bouncing gently from side to side, keeping on the balls of his feet as his calves grow tense with each small explosion of movement. The black wrestling shoes on his feet, have seen better days but yet Aries refuses to throw them away. They are a sign of who he is and where's from.



Dirty.



Busted



Worn.



But perfect in all the wrong ways.



They don't see the fact that those shoes are perfectly worn in to his feet, they don't see the fact that worn soles give him the grip or the lack thereof to keep moving when he's against the ropes. As he stands, he begins to throw a series of combination of punches to keep loose, to keep his body warm.



He picked it up from his older brother but over time, he made it his own.



“It’s only impossible until some crazy ass motherfucker comes along and does that shit.”



“And then it ain’t so impossible no fucking more, is it?”



“They told you that Aries Reed wouldn’t make it in this business.”



“They told you that you didn’t have it in you. They told you that you didn’t what it took. They would you it was fucking possible to make a name for yourself.”



“Until you told them all to go fuck themselves and proved all those motherfuckers wrong and did that shit.”



“Everything in this business, everything in this life is impossible until you come along and prove them all wrong.”



Jab-Jab-Jab



Jab-Jab-Hook



Jab-Hook-Hook


The kid had a knack for boxing and when introduced to the complexities of wrestling, he was a demon in the ring...especially on the ground. Working from the bottom to get to the top and when the opportunity arose...he could attack and before one would know it they were faced with a decision that so many never thought that they would ever have to face.



“Then it ain’t impossible anymore.”



“Then there is no more impossible!”



Aries lowered his heavily taped hands as Darius stood directly in front of him, pointing a large meaty finger into the bare chest of his younger brother to drive his point home.



“Be that motherfuckah’!”



“Be the motherfuckah’ that challenges the impossible!”



“Be the motherfucker that says ‘Fuck You! I can do that shit, sit your punk ass down and watch me!’”



“Be that motherfuckah’!”



Reaching up and pulling the hood back of his baggy gray hooded sweatshirt off of his head. The cotton material of the sweatshirt was soaked in sweat and stuck to Aries frame as beads of perspiration ran down the sides of his face as Darius stared deep into the brown eyes of Aries and placed a hand on his shoulder firmly.



“Let’s get to work.”

[www.theblackestsun.com/promos] 

[fga presents gold rush rumble] 

[aries reed vs. the world] 

[hype ii] 

[We’re welcomed to darkness…it's dark enough to make you think that the screen isn’t even on. But don’t fret, my children…it’s on and working properly. Just stay with me and everything will be explained…until then…we move on to be accompanied by the voice over of one Aries Reed.]



“There comes a time in a man’s life where the help they need is beyond conventional means.”



[The scene turns to an empty and desolate alley, where an addict sits against the dumpster, hugging his knees in despair. He’s reached rock bottom…he’s reached his absolute lowest point.]



“There comes a time where a man needs to have everything strip away from them.”



[We turn to a scene a bit more graphic that before. This time our addict is strapped to a bed, the strain in his body apparent as he struggles against his bounds as withdrawals begins to take over and the need for his addiction becomes more and more intense.]



“All the distractions.”



[The Frontier Grapple Arts World Title…]



“All the haters.”



[Zero McHannon and Johnny Karma…]



“All the ‘yes’ men.”



[Ricky Valero…Luke Jackson]



“All the enablers.”



[Mark Smart...Anne Zellor]



“All the idols.”



[Nero...Team Nox...]



“All the things that have become…worthless.”



“When you consume yourself with material things…material things consume you.”



[…The Gold Rush Rumble…]



[Slowly throughout the darkness a single light bulb is illuminated giving off a small beacon of light. Underneath it stands Aries Reed, the man who’s claimed that would give himself, the rebirth that he solely desires and needs. Even in the darkness, he stands in a black suit and tie with his black hair braided back as he lifts his head slowly, showing off his broad jaw line. Slowly reaching into the darkness, he begins to light a series of candles that circle around him, each one giving off more and more light.]



[Before long, our subject in engulfed in the soft glow of the candle as he clasps his hands together in front of him.]



“But ladies and gentlemen, this isn’t about money…this isn’t about titles…this isn’t about petty relationships…or your enemies.”



“…this is about helping you all understand who you are and where you came from. But yet the only obstacle, the only enemy that you need to be focus on that stands in your way is you.”



“And I will help you remove that obstacle...in the Gold Rush Rumble. I will be the one who will show you all who you really are and help you become whole again because who you are now…?”



“…isn’t who I came into the FGA to admire and aspire to be like.”



[Aries slowly shakes his head as he continues to speak softly…almost adoringly.]



“But no, you are all nothing more but a shell of your former selves and need to be destroyed. And I will do that…I will destroy every single man and woman in front of thousands so they can be witness to the Rebirth.”



“The Rebirth of one of the greatness athlete that the FGA has ever seen.”



“So until then, I will continue to lay waste to the rest of the roster at the Rumble. And every man or woman that is placed before me I will do what I’ve been doing since I started in humble beginnings in Hershey so that you all can find your own way, folks. I will continue to climb, scratch…claw…and do whatever I have to do to get to a point where you have no point but to see me. You will have no choice but to see my work and stand aside at awe at what I have done…what I do to you….for your own sake and sanity.”



“I fly to Hershey to face 19 other people that come from every single corner of the world...but at the Gold Rush Rumble..I will decimate them all. I will beat them…I will break them…I will destroy them and I will do in such a one sided manner that it will set those poor bastards fate onto a whole other course. But I won’t win the Gold Rush Rumble for those calling my shot…I won’t beat win for the fans…I won’t beat the. for the pride that is the FGA or anything else. I will beat them for you all watching this….”



“And I do that because you need to see what I’m able to do. You need to see what I’m capable of. You need to see what’s coming for you all…you need to see your undeniable future, you need to see what will ultimately be your demise.”



“Not Fujiko Mine.”



“Not Annie Zeller.”



“Not Jimmy Page.”



“Not Kevin Hardaway or Savannah Taylor.”



“Just Me. I’m the one you seek because I’m the only one who can set you all free. I’m the only one who can bring you sweet redemption and bring you into the light so that you can finally understand what I’ve been crying out to you for.”



“You all need me to bring you back to who you used to be…today. You need to see me break men’s bodies…shattered souls…eliminate dreams because you need to see what happens when a man is pushed to far...and he starts to push back. But now…you’ve become weak and fragile. You’ve become transparent and complacent. You’ve become emotional and childish and frankly…you have no one to blame but yourself.”



“You want to know why guys like Johnny Karma are getting top billing? You want to know why Tony Carmine is getting the push of a lifetime while proper talent fades into obscurity? You want to know why that same talent aren’t getting Main Events…instead getting cornered into cheap Championship matches with Izzy Anders in which no really cares about?”



[With a chuckle, Aries places his hands on his waist and shakes his head once again.]



“It’s because you all let them do it. This is your fault. It’s because you let them push you around. This is your own grave you’re digging. You’re the only one to blame. But honestly…who gives a shit? Who cares? I’ve realized that I came to the FGA because you all need a reminder of what things used to be like…well it’s time for someone create better you.”



“Bigger.”



“Stronger.”



“Faster.”



[Opens his arms wide, a large arrogant smile spreads over his face.]



“Time to meet The Blackest Sun that You All Created.”

[fade]