Fourth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Fourth Match
BAMF Championship Match
Johnny Reb vs Tyler Cross

RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 08/16/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 08/18/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[Allura Desmonds]

Tyler Cross has Spoken

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[thenewcsa]

"The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable,
a perpetual series of occasions for hope."
John Buchan

*The camera falls on a beautiful shot of a creek surrounded by woodlands and campground nearby. The beautiful sound of tweeting birds and the quiet rusting of trees mixes with the soft sound of water as the shore of the creek bobs with water. Toads and frogs sing a quiet chorus as the camera pans over an old sign for a place called "Stoney Creek" as the camera pans over a truck nestled betwixt the trees. The sound of a song plays from the interior where an old radio sits jury rigged into an outlet in thew dashboard. On the water sits a tiny boat barely holding two huge figures. The camera slowly begins to dissolve into a close up of them as a rope tethers the boat in place. If one could see under the water one could maybe see an old workout weight anchoring the boat to it's makeshift mooring. A chain ties a few fish to the side of the boat connected tentatively to a cooler. As a big meaty hand reaches into the cooler and grabs a beer the camera pulls back revealing a huge scary man with a human skull for a mask as he looks to an unseen companion. The figure is that of Necra's boyfriend the indelible Executioner who offers the beer in an outstretched hand*

Ex: You need a beer?

Other Man: You kiddin'? Always!

*Another hand grabs it and pulls it back only to reveal Johnny Reb himself. His Oakley's gleaming in the shadow of his ten gallon hat. The image on his shirt reads "My girlfriend wanted me to choose between Fishing and her. I sure do miss her.". From in the boat he grabs his fishing rod. His line still in the water and sets it aside before popping the top on the beer and downing a nice long drink. Ex reaches back into the cooler pulling out another beer and having one himself as he sighs just relaxing.*

Ex: Hey, thanks for inviting me out, man. I don't get invited out much and Necra don't exactly like fishing.

J.R.: Well no offense but you ain't exactly the most welcomin' lookin' sombitch anyone ever saw.

Ex: What do ya mean?

J.R.: Well, I mean ya got a skull on yer head. I'm not sure you realize that but that can be a little intimidatin' to some people. Hell, not to me mind you. I mean you do you. Y'all wanna walk around like it's halloween all year more power to ya. I mean I love the Addams Family too. Just might be turnin' people off ya know what I mean, verne?

*Ex just nods stroking his chin as he takes in the advice.*

Ex: Hmmm... to be honest never thought about it. Sometimes I forget I even got it on.

J.R.: How the hell do you forget you got a human skull on your head?

Ex: Well, you know how when you get used to wearing something so long you just kind of forget it's there. Like it's there but you don't feel it anymore cause it's just been on your head so long you just kind of... you know... forget.

*Ex nonchalantly grabs is pool reeling his line in only to cast it out as Johnny begins to ponder now stroking his beard a bit as he mulls it over.*

J.R.: Well I'll be damned. Your right. It's like that time I forgot I was wearin' my MAGA hat. Couldn't remember where the hell I put it. Next thing i know I'm walkin' through Portland with everybody givin' me the stick eye. Whooped like five guys asses before one knocked it off my head. Boy, did I feel embarassed. Oh don't get me wrong i still whooped their asses. The point is I felt stupid.

*Ex chuckles softly and smiles*

Ex: That's funny.

*Johnny just takes a deep drink from his beer and nods smiling back as he contentedly sighs*

J.R.: It's funny cause it's true.

*They just smile for a moment then look out on the water. Eyes on the shore as Johnny shrugs and Ex just shakes his head before leaning in.*

Ex: So, what's your plan?

J.R.: Plan?

Ex: Yeah, I mean why invite me out here? Offerin' me beer and fishin'. Hell if I wasn't so damn ugly I'd guess you was tryin' to charm the pants off me.

J.R.: Hell, son. I'd have to be too drunk to fish.

Ex: Come on, man. I ain't dumb. What's up?

*Johnny looks away then looks him dead in the eyes tilting his sunglasses down with a mocking tone*

J.R.: Do I really look like the kind of bastard that really has a plan? Come on, Ex.

Ex: You may have everyone else fooled but you forget. I ain't exactly cultured myself. I know what sort of man you are. You may play a fool but you know more then you let on.

J.R.: Oh? Like what do i know exactly?

Ex: You know your history. You run a farm almost by yourself which ain't exactly easy. You know how to jury rig things to go around not havin'. That's what people don't see. People like us. We may not be booksmart all the time but guys like us know how to get shit done. Hell, it's what I like about you. You fight like a man doing everything he can to survive and I respect that. Hell you remind me of me and my little brother back in the day. But I know you don't take a chance askin' a guy like me to come out here to just go fishin'. So what is it?

*Johnny nods and leans back sipping his beer as he listens to his odd acquaintance explain his thoughts. Johnny finally sips his last drink crumpling the beer can in his hand and tossing it into the boat as he sighs*

J.R.: You know the Colonel once told me somethin'. He said 'Wars are fought in the hearts and minds of people but they are won by the hands of many men working for a single cause'. He ain't wrong. Cross has got his numbers. Originally I had a thought to maybe invite you out and talk it over with ya. Maybe watchin' my back while I kick Cross' teeth in but...

*Johnny sighs and leans on his knees looking up at Ex seriously as he takes off his Oakley's looking the man straight in the eyes*

J.R.: Truth is I couldn't do it. Not just because it would be using you. I mean that's part of it but I feel like askin' for help is really a cheat. I ain't like Cross. I ain't gonna manipulate people or ask someone to take the bullet for me. I ain't gonna be worth that belt if all I do is ask someone to fight my battles for me. How the hell you gonna call yerself the Bad Ass Mother Fucker of this place when you hobble on crutches and need people to bail you out when you piss off the wrong man. I can't ask you to be my lackey. And truth be told I respect you.

*Ex looks shocked at the confession and honest response.*

Ex: You respect me?

J.R.: Hell yeah. I mean think about it. You know your way around a wrench. You got a monster truck and a kick ass bike. Yer freakin' huge. Hell if it wasn't for that creepy girlfriend and the skullcap I'd think you were a helluva nice guy. Besides yer the only one that appreciates a good day of fishin' in the locker room. Think I want to be drinkin' beers and fishin' all day with Baalzebub? Or Phoenix? Or Faithi? Hell no. Probably end up bruisin' my knuckles and gettin' wet.

*Ex chuckles at the line and Johnny kind of chuckles too. The two then start to laugh jovially at the thought and then sigh catching their breath as Ex places a hand on Johnny's shoulder.*

Ex: Ha! Good point. They are kind of sticks in the mud. Even Necra's friends. Hey don't sweat it man. I understand. I ain't exactly the type to ask for help either.

*Johnny just nods and shakes his head*

J.R.: Sorry, man.

Ex: Don't sweat it. And don't worry about Cross' guys. They show up, I got your back.

J.R.: What? Really?

Ex: Yeah, not the first time I've knocked heads for someone. Besides, what are friends for?

*Johnny just smiles and nods when suddenly the silence of the day is broken by the sound of "Little Red Riding Hood" by Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs playing from Ex' pocket. He reaches in pulling out a phone quickly revealing the name 'Necra' with an image of Necra Octavian Kane rolling her eyes with arms folded. Johnny leans back*

J.R.: Uh-oh.

*Johnny makes the sound of a cracking whip as he mockingly swings an invisible one at Ex. Ex just waves him off and nods as he answers before making a mocking motion of jerking off to Johnny before pointing at him*

Ex: Hello?... I-I'm with Johnny I told you we were going fishing... Okay, I'll be there soon.... Soon baby I promise... okay I'm leaving now.... Okay... Okay... I...

*He turns away from Johnny quietly holding the phone close to his mouth conspiratorially*

Ex: I love you too... okay bye.

*Johnny just laughs as Ex hangs up pointing a finger at Johnny who just bites his lip trying not to laugh.*

Ex: Not one word!

*Johnny holds up his hands innocently*

J.R.: I didn't say anything. Nothin' at all.

*Ex sighs and begins reeling in his line as Johnny goes to grab his fishing pole to do the same.*

J.R.: Got to pack it in?

Ex: Yeah. Oh well, At least we got some. Need help deboning?

J.R.: Nah, got a wonderboner in the truck.

*Ex chuckles as Johnny just leans in grabbing the chain of fish in and drawing the rope back releasing the makeshift anchor from it's mooring.*

J.R.: Oh, grow up.

*He pulls it in as Ex just laughs heartily and Johnny moves to start the outboard motor. Quickly he pulls the chord and it comes to life whirring in the water and pushing the two hapless fishermen to shore. Moments later they pull into the dock as Ex and Johnny unload themselves on the small wooden planked dock. Turning to Ex as he pops out he sighs*

J.R.: Hey, Biggen anyway you could handle this light work while I handle somethin'?

*Johnny looks back to the camera and then to Ex who just nods.*

Ex: Go ahead. I got this one.

*Johnny and him slap hands as Johnny leaps up to his feet and hops down onto the sandy shore of the creek motioning a welcome salute to the camera.*

J.R.: Well, howdy howdy, boys and girls. It's yer ol pal, Johnny Reb and today's word of the day is 'friendship'. That's right good ol Johnny Reb got someone in his corner now. He's big. He's mean. He wears a human skull on his head. He is the Executioner. Now, I know what y'all are thinkin'. Is ol' Johnny Reb gonna use his new friend to take Cross out? Well, maybe. But most likely not. See good ol' Johnny Reb see he just loves a good fight. Hell, what southern boy don't love a good fight? Ex is just gonna be there to make sure Faithi and Kennedy don't decide to stick their ugly ass faces in our business and trust me it is OUR business. And if you fellas decide to make it YOUR business well there is a mountain of a man over there that would love to have a word with you. So, enjoy that little conversation, partners, cause it maybe the last one you can have through a wired shut jaw.

*Johnny just smirks and walks over to an old painted storage shed on the shore line leaning against the chipped painted wood of it as he looks at the camera Ex behind him loading up the truck*

J.R.: So, that's the gruesome twosomes message but what about you there Cross. Yep, I ain't forgotten you. See this thing goes beyond titles. This thing goes beyond fueds. Last time we fought we drug each other through hell and back. Hell, son, after that match I was ready to move on. I respected you enough that I thought we as fellow southerners understood each other. Boy was my ass wrong. Then you show up with tweedle dum and tweedle dumbass and konk me on my noggin'. Worse thing is you didn't have the smarts to finish the job you started. And do you know why, boy? I'll tell you why. Cause yer afraid. Ain't nobody whooped yer ass worse then this good ol' boy and you know it. I fought you to a stand still. Till both of us couldn't move and that just eats you up don't it? That you may still be the champ but you didn't beat me. Well sorry bout your ego, son, but you ain't beatin' me. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

*The camera closes up on his face a serious look as he begins to walk the beach looking into the camera. The smile is gone only a determined gritty stare.*

J.R.: Cause I ain't like the rest of the locker room. I have integrity. I have righteousness. And more importantly I have justice on my side. See all you care about is that little tin belt round that waist of yers. Well guess what sunshine, ol Johnny Reb's gonna clear yer head. First I'm going to beat some sense into ya then when the belts mine maybe you can take some time off. You know go fishin', clear yer brain of all the cobwebs.Hell, ya might even thank ol' Johnny Reb for the privileged. But in the end even if you blame me for all of this let me in on a little secret. You did this to you. Ain't nobodies fault but yer own. You could have walked away. You should have walked away but no you kicked the wasp nest, son, and now you about get stung in the worst way. Cause I'm comin' fer ya. You think that whoopin' last week was somethin'? You ain't seen nothin' yet and I guarantee ya no matter what you do you ain't gonna whoop, Johnny Reb. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

*Johnny looks seriously at the camera staring intensely until Ex walks by carrying the boat motor and all heading to the boat trailer. Johnny stops and looks up*

J.R.: Aw, man. You ruined the shot.

Ex: Oh sorry, man. You need to do another?

J.R.: Oh no can do, buckaroo. Good ol Johnny Reb don't do no takes. We capture the moment and hold it.

Ex: Cool, ready to go as soon as I strap this bad boy on.

J.R.: Hell yeah.

*He then turns to the camera glancing a bit beyond it.*

J.R.: Come on, y'all. Y'all can ride in the trailer or the boat. Just keep yer head down.

Ex: Aw, I wanted to ride in the boat.

*There is laughter from Johnny and several people from behind the camera as it looks down to the sandy shores and shadows of the camera men and crew as the scene fades to black.*