Third Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Third Match
NCW BAMF Championship Match
Johnny Reb © vs Phobos

RP Limit: 2 Per person

Deadline: 09/15/19 at 11:59pm eastern time

Grace Period: 09/18/19 at 11:59pm eastern time

Good Luck

[Uh Oh]

Phobos rp

[Allura Desmonds]

*The camera falls on the interior of a Wal-Mart Supercenter located somewhere in Tampa as various shoppers move about in the background the camera drifts back revealing the hand of a man grabbing some Memphis Bar-B-Que sauce placing it into the cart as the camera drifts back a bit more. The cart reveals it's contents slowly, mustard, ketchup cold hotdogs and white breadbefore drifting back and revealing the figure now pushing it to be that of Johnny Reb, NCW's BAMF Champion proudly wearing his title around his waist. His shirt revealing it's message proudly "Guns don't kill people, I do" as he walks through the aisle slowly the camera reveals more as surprisingly he is not alone revealing the Skull Masked Executioner walking proudly beside him as various other shoppers just stop and stare or slowly move out of the two men's way.*

Ex: You ever get the feelin' like people are starin' at ya?

J.R.: Huh? Not really. I mean we're in s Wal-mart, man. If a couple of weirdos like us don't fit in at a wal-mart then we got more problems then people starin'. I mean you see those people of Wal-mart memes? As long as I ain't ridin' a rascal and you ain't wearin' short shorts I think we're more normal then most.

Ex: Hmmm... good point. Well made.

J.R.: We gotta hurry up and get what we need if we're gonna fit in some shootin' range before the show tonight.

Ex: Right. So what else do we need?

J.R.: Well, I need to grab some beer, some food for the General, and we gotta pick up some shells.

Ex: Gotcha. Booze first right?

J.R.: Of course. Where do you think we're workin' our way back to?

*They turn the corner revealing an aisle of refrigerated beer and wines along the rack. The two of them approach the beer case slowly grabbing boxes of beer two at a time and loading them into the cart as they talk.*

Ex: So, who ya' fightin' tonight?

J.R.: Phobos. He one of Necra's and yours?

Ex: Not really. I mean I've heard of him and I'm sure Necra knows about him but just cause he's like us doesn't mean he's with us, you know?

J.R.: I guess. I don't know how you guys work or who's hangin' with you and spooky. Kind of new to the whole thang.

Ex: I get it. Still that's profilin' dude. Don't just assume shit like that.

J.R.: Sorry man. No offense meant.

*They stop looking at a square pile of beer boxes stacked as Ex hefts two on his shoulders.*

J.R.: Think we got enough?

Ex: Not really but it's a start.

J.R.: Right. Dog food.

*Johnny begins to push the cart placing a hand on top of the boxes to steady it as Ex walks behind him occasionaly helping to guide the cart as they begin to walk into the pet food aisle.*

J.R.: So, you know nothin' bout this guy? great swinin' in the dark again. I swear why do I get the surprise guest stars round here. I mean what kind of name is Phobos anyway?

Ex: It's Greek. Means "fear" I think.

*Johnny stops the cart and looks at him curiously tilting his cowboy hat up slowly as he raises a single eyebrow curiously at the big man beside him. Ex just shrugs as Johnny looks at him somewhat impressed.*

Ex: What? Necra made me learn that shit. Somethin' about the Gods and ceremonies. Shit gets me confused all the time. So, she made me learn this stuff.

J.R.: Always said Students would learn more if they had fuckable teachers.

*Johnny grabs the dog food and heaves it under the cart into the bottom catch basket before standing up agai and pushing the cart further down the hall toward the sporting goods department. Ex just smiles and nods walking beside him.*

Ex: Just need shells now right?

J.R.: Yes, sir. Got the guns in the truck. We'll get some ammo, get drunk, shoot a spell and sober up just enough to kick thatplanetary sonuvabitch's ass up one side and down the other.

Ex: Hell yeah. I tried to get Sothren to let me borrow his Lugar but he said no. Somethin' about sentimental value.

J.R.: What? he kill a Nazi for it or somethin'

Ex: Sothren? No, he probably was the Nazi.

J.R.: Good point.

*They finally reach the counter as Johnny rings the bell standing near the counter and leans on it as they wait. Johnny begins to drum his fingers as he waits patiently for a few moments. Ex begins to slowly look around as Johnny peers over the glass counter. The two look at each other questioningly.*

J.R.: Where the hell?

*Ex just shrugs back as Johnny rings the bell again. Then again. Then begins to tap the bell over and over again like it was an alarm before long a wal-mart employee begrudgingly walks around the counter and stands there in front of them even as johnny continues ringing the bell only to have the employee take it away as he speaks to Johnny with a heavy lisp.*

Employee: yes... yes... we know that works, sir. How can I help you today?

J.R.: Ah, finally. My Fairy Godmother shows up.

*The Employee rolls his eyes and folds his arms*

Employee: Very funny, Cowboy. Now, what can I do for you?

J.R.: Well, frenchy, I need a box of .40 S&W ammo and I'll be on my merry way.

Employee: I'm afraid we don't carry that, sir.

J.R.: No, S&W? Okay I'll take .45 ACP?

Employee: No, sir.

J.R.: 9 millimeter?

Employee: I'm afraid we don't carry that, sir.

J.R.: What the hell do you mean, you ain't got no 9 millimeter bullets?

Employee: Wal-Mart no longer sells handgun ammunition, sir.

J.R.: WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NOT SELL AMMO?! YOUR FUCKIN' WAL-MART?!

Employee: Due to the incident in El Paso, Texas and the growing media pressure Wal-mart has decided that we will no longer carry certain weapons or ammunition for those weapons.

Ex: Aw, man.

Employee: If you want I can give you the name of a local sporting goods shop in a rather seedy part of town where you and your "life partner" there can find what you need.

Ex: Life partner?

J.R.: Now you listen here, Sissy Elliot! First off I'm all man okay? I don't take it up the tailpipe. Second what the hell do you mean after El Paso? You mean to tell me because some lunatic I don't even know shoots a bunch of people and some tree huggin', granola and avocado toast eatin', california bred fuckwads say they won't shop at Wal-Mart you ain't gonna let me have my second amendment right to LEGALLY purchase ammunition? What kind of corn fed grade A bullshit is this? What you don't need your balls so you just tucked them between your legs like a tail and listen to people that aren't even your goddamn shoppers? Liberal douchebags like that buy whole foods and shop at the gap they wouldn't know an Ar-15 from their assholes!

Employee: Sir, there is no need for such language if you don't stop I'm going to call security. Now, I cannot help you.

J.R.: Listen here, James Charles! I came here for ammo. And I'm gettin' my ammo or I'm gonna stick my foot somehwere where you may or may not like it.

Ex: Johnny!

J.R.: Well I don't know what he's into!

*Slowly the Employee reaches for the phone on the counter and presses a button. Saying only one word.*

Employee: Security.

*The camera then cuts to the exterior of the building as several fingures push Johnny and Ex out of the building. Johnny takes a few swings as Ex tries to hold him back as a few of the security guards push back tossing them out as Johnny kicks and spits at them*

Guard: AND STAY OUT! YOUR BANNED!

J.R.: Fine! I wouldn't by shit from you! Ol' Sam must be rollin' in his grave cause of you, pussies!

Ex: Aw, man. We didn't get our beer or anything.

J.R.: Sons of bitches. Thousands of sperm and their the fastest swimmers. What the hell is this world comin' to.

Ex: So, what do we do now?

*Johnny sighs frustratedly and looks at Ex then back at the store placin' his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.*

J.R.: Tell ya what? We'll hit the ABC store. Just uh... head on to the truck I'll catch up in a moment. I got to get somethin' off my chest first.

*Exjust nods walking away slowly and sadly as Johnny kicks a rock at his feet before walking toward the camera into the parking lot.*

J.R.: When did we all become such wimps? When did we let fear rule us? You know the more I look around the more it makes me sick. Everyday I hear it. If it ain't russia it's white supremacy. If it ain't white supremacy it's mansplaining. If it ain't mansplaining it's fuckin' hatecrimes. When did we as a nation become such pussies? We used to stand for somethin'. We used to be the guy on the street you don't fuck with. And some people are like that. Your ol' pal Johnny Reb's like that. But where in the world did we learn to be afraid. I got an ol' work out shirt from the 90's used to be big you know what the brands name was? "No Fear". We used to live by that and now you can't even fart without somebody commentin' on it and puttin' it on instagram. It's disgraceful. But Phobos you know all about fear don't ya? It's in your fuckin' name. "Phobos". "Fear". One and the same ain't it?

*Johnny dips his head down but raises it up as he stops a moment looking into the camera his eyes covered in his Oakley's glistening in the beautiful Florida sun.*

J.R.: The problem is Phobos I ain't scared of you. I ain't scared of nothin' you got. You want to be fear well my answer is beer. I ain't gonna let you think for one second you can turn this redneck yellow. My Neck is red, my skin is white, my collar is blue and my president is orange, mother fucker so you go ahead and bring your brother, bring hell's army, the kiss army, the cabbage patch kids whatever the fuck kind of back up you need cause good ol' Johnny Reb ain't done never been scared not never in the history of his career. I'm the Bad Ass Mutha Fuckin Champion. I'm the South's favorite son and I'm gonna stand up for everybody else that's too scared right now to stand up for themselves.

*Johnny takes off his glasses as he slowly walks again leaning on his truck as Ex sits in the truck peering over his shoulder looking at Johnny then at the camera beginning to wave from behind the glass as Johnny continues.*

J.R.: Tonight I'm gonna do what I do best. And thats kick ass and I'm gonna do it for not just the south this time but for all my Rebels. North, South, East, and West. Cause I'm sick of livin' in a country afraid of it's own shadow. See me I give people hope. I stand as a symbol of al that was America. It's best and it's worst. So bring it on you Cause ol' Johnny Reb gonna shoot you down... with or without my bullets! Now get in the truck. We gotta get some party liquor! WHOOO!!!

*Johnny just smiles looking at the camera as it slowly povs to the camera man climbing in the back of the truckbed as Johnny climbs into the cab. He looks back at the store raising up a middle finger in defiance one last time before screaming out as the truck starts and revs up*

J.R.: GIVE ME BACK MY BULLETS! YEE-HAW!

*The vehicle whips around with sudden life as the camera pov falls back and Ex holds on the truck whipping away and out of the parking lot as the scene fades to black.*