Fourth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Fourth Match
Singles Match
Exhibition Match
Executioner vs Leon Dread (c)

RP Limit: 2 Per Person

Deadline: 10/23/20 @11:59pm eastern time

Grace Period: 10/25/20 @11:59pm eastern time

Good Luck

[thenewcsa]

*The camera falls on the exterior of Rebel Ranch outside of Atlanta as a great big banner reads "Congratulations Johnny Ex" the Johnny easily martked through with the same red paint that makes Ex's name as the camera pans down near the barn revealing a spread out picnic table with various side dishes and plates as Candi Cage sets the table. A few bottles of Whiskey and jars of moonshine line a card table set up nearby as a smoker/grill billows to the side. Johnny walks over flipping a few burgers and turning some dogs as Ex sits smiling sipping from a brown jug with big comical "XXX" on the side. He loops the old fashioned glazed loop around the pointer finger lifting it up with a quick tilt and downing a chug from the big brown jug. If one could smell the scene the wafting of alcohol would be mixed with the smokey burning flesh of the meat filling one with a sense of mouth watering delight. The scene is one of quiet reserve as Ex just stands and walks over to Johnny's side sniffing heartily at the fresh ground meat burgers still cooking.*

Ex: Man, that smells good.

J.R.: Of course, man. You can't go wrong with hand ground meat. After all ain't everyday you get a shot at the big time.

*Ex just smirks and nods proudly but slaps Johnny on the back hard.*

Ex: Yeah, I still can't believe it myself. Sorry you got screwed, man.

J.R.: Shit, now don't y'all go worryin' about ol' Johnny Reb, big un. This is about you. We's here to celebrate.

Necra: (Off Camera and drunkenly) That's right, baby!

*Ex hangs his head and sighs at the sound.*

Ex: Oh God, no.

*Necra stumbles in swaying slightly as she staggers grabbing hold of Ex for stability and practically falling all over him. Ex just sighs and looks at her as Johnny looks over and even through his glasses seems wide-eyed with shock.*

Necra: You... *Hiccups* did it. And I couldn't be more proud.

Ex: Your drunk...

Necra: And your sexy.

Ex: Sonuvabitch. CANDI!

*Candi pops up from where she was setting the table her chest bouncing as she leaps up and turns onyl to see Necra completely off kilter.*

Candi: Yeah?! Oh! Oh my...

*She walks over taking the mason jar from Necra's hand quickly and taking her arm.*

Ex: Can you...?

Candi: Don't worry. I got her. Come on, girl. You need to sober up a bit.

*Necra lets go of Ex and stumbles but waves her arm at candi reassuringly.*

Necra: No, I'm fine... he's fine.. we're all... *Hiccups again* just... just fine here.

*Candi just shakes her head as Johnny chuckles and shakes his. Ex sighing embarrassingly*

Candi: Come on, girlfriend. A little coffee and you'll be as right as rain.

*Candi pulls her away off camera as Johnny just leans into Ex with a quiet whispering tone.*

J.R.: She can;t hold her liquor, can she?

Ex: You kiddin'? She gets drunk on mouthwash if she's not careful. Goes with the whole Model diet thing she's on. Don't get me wrong she fucks like a mongoose but she's a cheap date. If it ain't champagne or some hoitie toitie crap she ends up blind stinkin' drunk at the drop of a hat.

*Johnny just ;laughs heartily and drops the top back down on the burgers to cook grabbing his own mason jar as he slaps his buddy on the back.*

J.R.: Eh, don't worry. She just had one jar. Let's let the ladies sort it out by themselves a bit. We can let those burgers cook while we shoot the shit a bit.

*Ex just chuckles back and nods taking the jug and walking toward the fence with Johnny as they both lean on the aged wood post and take a sip from their corresponding drinks.*

Ex: Helluva week.

J.R.: Hell yeah it is. And about to get worse. I mean you got to face the champion. I still got to fuck with the scrubs till they recognize I'm the only one standin'.

Ex: Eh, you'll get it. You always come through. I'm just shocked you know. This stuff it's all just new to me.

*Johnny gently lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles.*

J.R.: Hey...

*Ex looks over curiously.*

J.R.: We're proud of ya, big guy. ME, Candi,, Necra we're all in your corner on this. I knew you could do it if you buckled down and ya proved me right. You earned this. I'm happy fer ya.

*Ex just grins and punches Johnny on the arm.*

Ex: Eh, thanks. Don't get all mushy on me. We ain't exactly Reno and Rude here.

J.R.: HA! Good point, well made. I'm gonna go check on those burgers. Y'all just bask in success.

*Johnny spreads his arms mockingly as he walks back toward the grill as Ex laughs and takes a chug from the jug one good time before turning to the camera and shrugging.*

Ex: So, I said what I was gonna do and I fuckin' did it. And now I'm in the top billing. Number one contender. Whoop-dee-damn-doo right? Any blind squirrel can find a nut if he sniffs enough right? Well get this they decide to put me in a match against the champ. Not for the title but just to see. Just to guess if I can handle it. Well, you can bet damn sure i can handle it. See everybody wrote me off. Thor said I was a joke that I wasn't good enough. Hell for a moment I even thought it myself. But here's the facts, kids. I'm the biggest. I'm the baddest. I'm the meanest undead sob you'll ever meet. And don't get me wrong I got nothin' against Dredd. Hell, I like the guy. He's friends with my girlfriend. They even team together. But thats not the point. See I got my eyes on the prize now and I'm ready to take it.

*He tilts the bottle again drinking deep this time chugging every last drop left at least half a jug in one chug before wiping his chin. He then tilts the jug upside down shaking it for a single drop with nothing coming out before simply setting it by the fencepost and shrugging.*

Ex: Eh, not bad. Johnny knows how to brew some corn. See thats the sort of stuff I like. None of this fancy crap. None of this champagne or cavier like Seph or blood and human flesh like Sothren. I'm more beer and pretzels than sucking souls down like candy. And you see thats the kind of thing that pisses me off. Everybody wriote me out cause I ain't the pretty boy. I ain't the hero type. I'm ugly, I'm big, and nobody wanted to see me do it. But I showed them. I showed them I belong at the top. I EARNED my place. Dredd you through on the mask and dance in front of the camera and whisper your little fuckin' words like your tryin' to be the old man or somethin'. Truth be told to me I've seen your type a dime a dozen. Wannabe intimidators but when push comes to shove you go from intimidater to Cobb Johnson in the blink of an eye. That's a... that's a NASCAR reference if you don't get it. See that's who I am. I'm a bad ass biker ex-con that went from death row to Hade's champion in one quick swoop and you? You got your family. I just beat one of em... but I'm fightin' for mine. This title it means more to me then anything cause when I get it I'm bringing it home to them.

*He points down the small hill seeing Necra woozily sitting with Candi talking to her and Johnny happily grilling serving up the dogs and burgers on a plate over the big guys shoulders as he sighs.*

Ex: See you don't realize that for all your power. All your strength. The fear you put in others. I'm just as strong if not stronger. Just as powerful if not more so. Just as fearsome as any form you could take. So do the smart thing. When the murder trains comin' down the track, boy. Get the hell out of my way. Cause I ain't stoppin'. I ain't stoppin' even if the tracks run out under me. Not until I'm eternal too. So good luck. Maybe after everything is said and done we can have a beer. But for now you're my next target. Good luck, creepy. You're going to need it.

*Candi suddenly runs up the hill to him tapping him on the shoulder.*

Candi: Um... Ex, we need you.

*He looks back confused*

Ex: What's up?

Candi: It's Necra. She fell in the fertilizer and now she's in the bathroom crying and throwing up. Can you...?

*Ex just sighs*

Ex: Yeah, I got it. I'll be there shortly.

*Candi just takes off back down the hill as Ex turns back to the camera*

Ex: Will you excuse me? I gotta cut this shit short today. I got to hold the goddess of death's hair.

*He shrugs pushing off the fence and puts his hands in his pockets walking back to his family who waits for him as the scene fades to black.*