Executioner vs. Jennifer Enigma

[Uh Oh]

American Airlines Center
Dallas, Texas

RP Deadlines 1 min, 2 max 11:59 PM EST May 16th 2020

[thenewcsa]

*The camera falls on the interior of Johnny Reb's Rebel Ranch and the interior of Johnny's wooden bungalow. The camera pans behind a large figure hunched forward leaning in as the camera picks up in the background the image of Fallout New Vegas glowing on the screen before them. As the camera pans around we see Ex huddled over a controller as the sound of gunshots and snarls fill the room. As he does the General lays beside him looking up at him with big eyes as Ex focuses growling loudly as he continues to play. Slowly Necra saunters in looking at him curiously as he frustratedly yells.*

Ex: Goddamn, Deathclaws! Die already!

*Necra just sighs and sits on the arm of the couch arms folded as he continues shaking her head as if in disappointment.*

Necra: I thought you already beat this game?

Ex: I did. That was my NCR run. I'm on the legion run now.

Necra: Shouldn't you be working on our new home?

Ex: I can't right now. Johnny headed into town to pick up some more stuff we needed. Can't really do anything until he gets back.

*Suddenly the General pipes his ear up and looks up and back toward the door as the sound of a truck pulls up. Necra stands up just as the door opens and Johnny walks in with some envelopes and a big brown paper bag in his arms.*

J.R.: I got the beer!

Ex: Hell yeah!

Necra: Beer? You had to wait until you two got more beer?

*Johnny sits the bag down and shrugs at Necra as Ex just pauses the game and walks to the bag to take a peek.*

J.R.: Yeah. How else you gonna build a house unless you are well hydrated?

Necra: Why not just drink water then?

Ex: What are we? Cavemen?

*Ex pulls out a brown bottle of Budweiser and cracks the bottle open with a refreshing sound letting the metal bottlecap hit the wooden table before chugging it down.*

J.R.: Well, present company excepted at least.

*Johnny just smiles tearing open the envelope and reading the contents with a feint smile. Necra just peers over his shoulder.*

Necra: What's that?

J.R.: Oh it's just a little thing called mind yer fuckin' business. Let a man read his mail, damn.

*Johnny continues reading as Necra huffs folding her arms as Ex just sits the bottle down well refreshed. Necra looks at him annoyed.*

Necra: Are you going to let him talk to me that way?

Ex: Why? What did he say?

*She sighs again rather annoyed now until Johnny lets out a rebel yell and screams out*

J.R.: Hot damn! This is it! The big time! Ex you and I are in the champions run.

Ex: Who's in the what now?

Necra: Let me see that!

*She snatches the letter from Johnny who just kind of laughs and does a little dose-do.*

J.R.: You got a shot at a title big guy. Congratumalations.

Necra: By the Gods he's right! Congratulations, honey.

*She leans him down and pecks a kiss on his cheek as Johnny slaps him across the chest.*

J.R.: You know what this means? We both can challenge for the tag titles if we win. I mean I'm already the BAMF champion but you could win your first title. With my help of course.

Necra: You aren't the champion anymore. They pulled the belts Johnny. That thing on the wall is a replica belt.

J.R.: Did I lose?

Necra: Johnny...

J.R.: Did I lose?

*Necra just sighs and rolls her eyes.*

Necra: No.

J.R.: Then that makes me the champion. Anyone else that gets that belt without facin' yours truly they just pretenders. I am still the Baddest bad ass mother fucker in the NCdubya!

*Necra just shakes her head and facepalms a moment before looking up at Ex.*

Necra: Well whatever. I'm just happy you have your shot honey.

Ex: Who's in the what now?Yeah, thats cool and everything but I'm not interested.

Necra: No no... you have to.

J.R.: Yeah, whacha mean you're not interested?

Ex: It just ain't my thing. I mean I did this thing to help you out and so we could drink and hang together but this wrestling thing man just ain't me. I'm just here to kick ass and have fun. Sorry guys. Just don't care.

*Ex pushes pass them both flopping into the sofa and relaxing deeply into his seat.. Johnny looks at Necra confused shrugging only for Necra to ponder a moment and smiles*

Necra: Don't worry I got this.

*Ex picks up his controller as Necra walks up undoing the top two buttons of her shirt as she draws a leg around the sofa and looks at Ex drawing his face to her chest as she leans in and sighs seductively.*

Necra: You know I think champions are very sexy.

Ex: Uh... really?

Necra: Really really.

*Johnny sneaks up behind him throwing an arm around him and patting him on the other shoulder.*

J.R.: And just think. You're still helpin' me out cause you win a shot at any title you want. We can get the tag title. You and me. It's easier for the two of us to get it if you do the match.

*Ex looks at johnny then back at necra and sighs as if surrendering.*

Ex: Fine! I guess I'll try to win a championship.

*Necra smiles clapping her hands giddily as Johnny pats him on the back*

Necra: Oh good. I better pick something out for the trip.

J.R.: Good on ya, Big Man. I'm proud of ya.

Ex: Yeah, yeah. So who's on first?

J.R.: Jennifer Enigma

Ex: Who?

J.R.: Eh, it don't matter. Just do your best, biggun. I'm gonna go feed the pigs. I'll be back.

Ex: Wait... I...

*Johnny exits and slams the door behind him as Necra closes their bedroom door humming to herself and Ex sits there all alone looking down at the General who gazes up at him giving off a soft whine.*

Ex: Aw jeez. At least I got you, general.

*The dog hops down from the couch and takes off into another room leaving Ex all alone again as he shakes his head and sighs.*

Ex: Fine. I get it. I suppose I got to do this. Alright. I really don't know what to say. I'm a man of few words. So Jennifer Enigma whatever your name is... I don't know who you are and I really don't care. I mean in all honesty this sort of shit just seems ridiculous to me. Fighting with rules and stuff. I mean whats the point? I mean used to be you used to get in a circle beat the shit out of somebody in some dive bar and bury him in the garden when it was done. usually with his friends because the dumbasses decided to get involved too. Used to be that was my friday night. I guess I'm gettin' soft in my old age. Whatever right? So, this match is sort of this stupid tournament to win a title shot. Great sounds good. But what you got to realize is I'm not a wrestler. I'm not here to entertain the crowd. I'm not here to sign autographs. I don't like dressing up like Necra does and I don't like just runnin' my mouth like Johnny. I like hurting people. I like the feel of my fists against someones face. I like the crack of bones under my hands. I like the smell of blood over me. There is a reason why I was the old man's gardener. I buried people that were problems. You know come to think of it I have heard your name. Some guy a few years back used to call himself the Enigma. Disappeared off the face of the planet cause he pissed the old man off. Maybe he buried him in the rose garden or threw him in the pit or something. I don't know I had just moved in with Necra at the time. My point is I solve problems. and if this title means as much to Necra and Johnny as I think it does that means you're a problem. So what happens is this. I'm showing' up for the match and I'm burying your ass. Six feet deep right through the fuckin' canvas. I don't care who you think you are or how many fans like you or how much merchandise you pull. None of that matters. I'm just going to hurt you as much as possible and when it's done and you can't get up I'll win and I guess I'll move on. I...


*He scratches the back of his skull mask in frustrated confusion shrugging.*

Ex: ... really don't know what else to say really. Like I said this ain't my thing. Not sure how to end one of these vids. I guess I'll end it by just saying good luck and hope I don't break you in two. I'm sure you're a very nice person but guys got to do what a guys got to do. So, fuck it. You know? Now, uh I'm gonna play my damn game now.

*he picks up the controller again and begins to play before looking back at the camera.*

Ex: Yeah, thats it. Your done. Now let me kick this Deathclaws ass already.

*With that the camera backs up and the scene fades to black.*