The Whole Feast

by Batman Sat Feb 11, 2017 11:23 am

As Fusion continues, we see Rex in a dark room yet again with the only light being produced from a bulb hanging a few inches next to him.

Rex Carter
Tonight I march down to the parade and I face my British brother in an old fashion southern style brawl for dat Intercontinental Championship.

He looks around as if he's hiding from somebody. He then looks to be whispering to someone off camera, despite the fact that he's alone.

Rex Carter
They don't thank I should go easy on ya. That I should take ur head off ur shoulders and feed it to my cow. And tuh be honest, I ain't gonna. I'm gonna beat ur ass all up and down fairy land and go home with dat thur belt so I can feed my family sumthin BESIDES spaghetti.

He tilts his head, his eyes widened.

Rex Carter
You ain't gonna.......SHUT UP GOT DAMN IT!

He yells in the dark distance, as if somebody's speaking to him. He then laughs, showing his not so full mouth of teeth, and points in said direction.

Rex Carter
This guy right here is insane as hale.......Slick B here wants me to........nah it dudn't even matter. All you gotta know Brit is this, you ain't facing no friendly lovin hillbilly tonight, ur facing duh John Wayne of wrasslin! U ain't gettin lucky tonight boy. No ravenge for yuh. Just a big boot and a good ole fashion REX PLEX!

He starts laughing hysterically, hitting himself upside the head as the camera fades out.

by Topher Mod Sun Feb 12, 2017 8:30 am

Later in the show, Brit has finally calmed down some what, with a lager in his hand. Miles is on his laptop when he sees…

Miles : Dude, ya got Rick Roll’d.

Brit : WTF, let me see that….. The hell, only rolls Rex has is on his beer belly, turn that crap off.

Miles : Don’t worry ya got that dumb hillbilly tonight, I mean he’s so dumb, he couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with instructions on it.

Brit : What?...... Nevermind that Miles, Tonight I’m putting Rex out of his misery once and for all, ya see it’s not all about Revenge, hell ive had a few lagers, so Rex could suffer the same fate as Sam Valentine at Dark Carnival, when I knocked him the fuck out with The D.U.I.

Miles : Sounds good, hope ya re-arrange his face so bad not even his own mother will recognize him and if ya decide to flat out murder that sumbitch before the match even starts, you’ll get away with seeing as the police wont know who Rex is due to all the rednecks having the same DNA and there will be no dental records.

Brit : The hell…. Have you been reading 1001 redneck jokes or something.

Miles : Well…. Why did Rex cross the road?

Brit : Go on.

Miles : Cuz he couldn’t get his dick out of the chicken.

Brit : Jesus.

Miles : Oh I got another…. What do ya call 32 rednecks in a line?

Brit : No idea.

Miles : A full set of teeth… *Ba dum tsh*

Brit : I need another lager, i'll see ya later Miles..

The scene fades as Brit exits his locker room shaking his head.

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