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Sex, Violence and Politics
Topic Started: Apr 3 2018, 11:50 PM (66 Views)
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RIDDICK RANTS LIKE ONLY HE KNOWS HOW. TIME FOR HIS OWN PERSONAL CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE.


WARNING: LANGUAGE, SENSITIVE TOPIC MATTER, AND VIOLENCE IN THIS ROLEPLAY.


[ We fade in on Riddick as he is holding his iPhone up to his face. The background is entirely black. This is due to the camera settings on the new iPhone X he just purchased recently. He can block out the background and make it completely black. This feed is linked to the live feed on DTW TV. We don't know where he is and what the fuck he is up to. He begins to speak. ]


Hello DTW. It's been quite awhile since you fuckers have heard from me. Not here, not on Twitter. Not anywhere. You've only caught me beating the fuck out of my Asian Angel with a dead pussy. And hell, Kawamata's Spring Rager wouldn't have been anything worth fucking watching if I hadn't terrorized my little cumslut.


I will address my little Asian fetish in just a few minutes. I have a lot I need to get off my chest and not a lot of time to say it. There's not a lot of time because of where I am. If I take too much time doing what I need to do, security may catch me. But fuck it. I must say these things.


[ Riddick sneers into the camera.]


First off I have to address Nate Narwin. Last month at Vile and Wild after our match with Tony Hawk's gay cousins. I decided to fuck him up like he needed. Why did I decide to do that? Well first off he got beat and cost us the Tornado Rule Tag Team Titles. As if I needed a reason, but that seemed as legit as any fucking reason. But the main reason I damn near vegetable brained his ass is this. Week in and week out he came out here running his mouth about fucking everyone and everything. From his opponents, to sticking his dick in some bitches drink and stirring it. That shit was great. Made me laugh. Gave me the fucking lulz. Here is where he fucked up. He fucked up when he brought politics into wrestling and damn near called me a fucking libtard.


That Narwin is where I draw the fucking line. I'm going to say this once about my beliefs. When it comes to politics and the President over in the states. Yes I hate him. I hate Donald Trump. He looks like a squirrel with orange hair after he ate about five dozen fucking Little Caesar pizzas. He has engaged in sexual relations with pornstars, had his own reality show, and he won the highest office our country has to offer. However those aren't the reasons I hate him. I hate that mother fucker because when I was in New York wasting away my career for PG rated gothboys in their mothers basements jerking off to anime. Donald Trump didn't even so much as acknowledge that he was in the presence of someone viler than him. He didn't even so much as go on air and tell the world that when I'm in town that he was no longer the most disgusting piece of shit in that place. He didn't give ME MY PROPER FUCKING RESPECT. Trust me Nate, I wasn't about to trade in my fucking structure of how I am for a fucking pantsuit. You are out of your fucking mind.


The way I look at politics in America these days is this. They are fucked. You have two parties that have lost all sense of realism about the people of the United States that it makes me ashamed to call myself a fucking citizen. On one side you have people like Nate Narwin. People who are Ted Nugent poster owning, Guns N Ammo circle jerking, FOX News loving pieces of shit who have nothing better to do than to down a 12 pack of Stroh's and watch Pat Robertson's package jiggle up and down while he talks about discriminating against any kind of minority group in America. And on the other side you have boys who should be playing with Lincoln Logs and GI Joes but instead are playing with My Little Pony and fucking Barbie. And by the time they grow up they are growing their own set of tits and planning on getting their cocks chopped off to "be who they are." Then you have teenie boppers with no really real sense of the world who are marching to ban all guns because their classmates can't take being fucking bullied by Bobby the Meathead over Facebook and are deciding to put a few holes in these cyberbullying bitches. Kids you have no idea how tough the real world is. Go back to doing something your own speed like eating a fucking Tide pod or smoking some mother fucking bug spray. Leave the leading to full grown adults that actually embrace having a fucking penis.


So what I'm saying is both sides are absolutely fucked. What we need is to axe the parties we have now and start new. For the people, with the fucking people, and by the people. But fuck it? What do I know? I'm a deathmatch wrestler with no real thoughts or opinions on anything except violence. So back to the violence is it. Next week begins Carnage Carnival and with it, the Group stage. In my group, we have current champions, former champions, Hanako's virgin boyfriend, an old man who doesn't know how to keep his fucking trap shut, some newbies, and Father O'White who is the result of what happens when you eat too many fucking Tide pods.


You all have skills. Even if Kawamata's skills behind closed doors keep Hanako tweeting me instead of spending time with him. You all have talent. Kawamata your talent has a lot in common with those transgenders I mentioned earlier than it does being a real fucking man. But one thing none of you have, including you Kalinda. Is the vile will and cheer determination to get the job done in Carnage Carnival.


[ Riddick punches himself in the head drawing a trickle of blood. ]


Josh Kennedy. You ran me off after I damn near beat Hanako to fucking death with that precious little furball. For that you'll pay. Sure you look like you just got done smoking meth and visiting the site where Kurt Cobain blew his fucking head off. So you're pretty hardcore. That doesn't mean shit when you're faced with the fucking juggernaut that is myself. You've won championships, maybe beaten a few women in your time behind closed doors while playing the hero to the crowds, done a lot of drugs, and had random sex with animals. Still, when you're in the ring with me. Be prepared for new experiences. Be prepared to bleed, profusely, until the point where your death rattle is ringing in the back of your fucking throat because you've never faced anyone that doesn't give a fuck as much as I don't.


Next up is Tiami Erickson. Tiami you belong on ESPN making young wannabe athletes jerk off while watching Sportscenter than finding yourself in a Deathmatch environment. You are exactly the fucking kind of wrestler I tried to avoid when signing for this promotion. What are you going to do against a fucking dragon? Against someone who slings their own shit and eats it? This isn't America's Top Model, or the fucking Bachelor. There is no rose at the end of this journey for you. Only fucking blood, gore, your tits being pulled down to your fucking knees and in the end for you, maybe death. If your opponents here are merciful. When we face off, I won't be. No matter how fast you are I'll catch you, roll you, fuck you bloody and senseless, and discard you to the fucking curb where Teiji will shit on your fucking face before skull fucking you. And the funny thing is that it won't matter if you're dead or not when he does it.


Speaking of Teiji. I will be facing one of his last opponents in Group B. Rob "I need a fucking walker" Sharpe. Now Rob after you lost to the big bad shit flinging monster. You took to Twitter and had a little fun talking shit about me. I don't need to look into your past. Just into the present to tell you that you will not be a challenge for me at all. You see I did, what you couldn't do. I actually defeated Teiji. Here let me say it a little louder so your fucking Life Alert can have you pulled off the floor, and your hearing aid can pick it up for you. I HAVE DEFEATED TEIJI SHINTARO!!! Now of course in the same breath I have lost to him as well. Still when you're in the ring with his equal, what kind of chance does that leave you?


Then there's TSUDA. TSUDA, kid. This isn't the movie Kickboxer, or Bloodsport. You're not going to find your Mr. fucking Miyagi here who is going to tell you when to wax off and when to wax on. Train all you want, fight your little heart out, keep typing in all caps on Twitter like a hornball ranging tween. And please, please come to fight. Because in the end it's heartbreak for you and back to the fucking Death Dojo with your ass.


Then we have Father O'White. What the fuck are you anyways? Did you just down a fifth of Jameson and walk off the set of Boondock Saints and decide to partake in deathmatch wrestling? I love your look. If you didn't look like you were about to diddle little children. And you speak rather well for someone who has drunkenly sucked a lot of dick off of Craigslist hookups. Maybe when we fight you will find God for me and you'll win. But then again, the supreme race that created us doesn't have fucking time for you. They will leave you to me, and I will leave you in a fucking coma.


Next I will touch on Johnny Vachon. Vachon it seems like a lot of people who are coming here don't fucking like you? How is that? Seriously? Me? I love that you're here! You actually show some fucking promise and kept it going when you took out Shakur for the Eternal Warfare Championship. I think you're the dark horse of this fucking group and I respect that. Now that I've done my good deed for this rant. I'm still going to cave in your abdomen, pull out your sternum, and before I turn it into a fucking coat rack, I'm going to make a porn to put on Pornhub using it on Hanako. Hit me with your best son, and it won't be enough.


Matt Acid, you don't have time for me. I don't have time for you. You have sex with live bulls and befriend them, enough said. Our paths haven't crossed too terribly often. That's pretty fucking lucky for you. Maybe when you're done giving an Amish oil change to a bull or horse, maybe you can come and give me a fucking challenge.


And Dirty Dick Devereaux don't you think for even a second that I forgot about you. We have a bit of recent history. Don't think that's going to come into play at all. I'm not going to get all teary eyed when we finally go one on one. In fact you're the other dark horse in this group. You have the talent to make it in this business. I keep saying that over and over again. Yet you keep disappointing me. Someday, I want you to dig fucking deep and say the things that you really feel about this business. Don't hold ANYTHING back. You'll be rewarded in the long run for it. When we face I want you to give me everything you fucking have. Don't hold back. Because right now, I'm better than you. But it may not be that way forever. I somehow feel like you're a spiritual heir to my fucking throne in this country. If only I could teach you how to throw insults like Kalinda and myself do. You'd be champion here. Now there's my American fucking Idol mushy moment for this rant. When we face off I'm going to take your virgin ass to school as well. None of the kids across Japan or America will be voting for you, and you will not be going on to the next round.


Now on to the Flavor Of The Month. Masataka Kawamata. Yes i've randomly fucked with you in this rant. Yes I've talked about how virginal you are and how Hanako needs a real man. Yet I have to give you credit. You're a lucky mother fucker. You somehow got her into bed. Granted I have a feeling that on the first date that had a lot to do with rohypnol and not your charm. But hey even Bill Cosby got his start somewhere. You've done well for yourself and if you live through tonight, we will have a classic at the Carnival. But we will see on that won't we. You don't know what I have planned.


And I have left the best for last. Kalinda and her fucking life coach Delilah. Kalinda you've been champion for far too fucking long. And make no mistake about this. When I win this tournament. I'm choosing YOU! And this time I'm not going to make any mistakes. And Delilah, don't think that I don't pay attention to the things that you have said about Kalinda. It doesn't matter if you've diddled each other in fucking Never Never Land or you sprinkled fairy dust on Kalindas twat. None of the fucking matters. I watch what you say. And you know, that I know, and you know what I will do if I win this fucking tournament. I don't believe in Dungeon's and Dragons fairy tale bullshit. But if I need to find someone who does to slay the beast. I will do just that. And Kalinda I hope you keep ignoring me. I hope you grow tired of my persistence. I hope you keep underestimating me. When the bell tolls, and you're bloody, burned, deep fried, and defeated. You'll fucking understand that I WILL DO ANYTHING, TO BEAT YOU! Not like these other fuckers who cry about you having a target on your back and that they hope to challenge you for the DTW Championship. No, I will win this first even Yamashi Cup. I will choose you, and I will do fucking ANYTHING TO DEFEAT YOU! No more jokes from me when it comes to you. No more insults. You've fully earned my respect. And with that, you've also earned my professional obsession to beat you. Speaking of obsessions....


[ We start hearing Riddick pounding on something. Riddick lets the dark background down off his phone and we see what he's been pounding on. It's the buzzer to the apartment complex that houses not only Eric O'Flaherty but KAWAMATA AND HANAKO AS WELL!! After a few pounds Eric finally answers. ]


O'Flaherty: Hey, Riddick. I see you out there, what the fuck man?


Riddick: Hey man, I'm just stopping in after my Carnage Carnival promo. Can I come up for a bit?


O'Flaherty: Uh, man, it's really not a good time.


Riddick: Why the fuck isn't it a good time? I just talked a lot of shit, now I need to have a couple of beers.


O'Flaherty: It just isn't man. I'm getting ready for the Carnage Carnival and I gotta get some fucking sleep man. Ok? Another time?


Riddick: Yeah man, what the fuck ever. You've been a bit of a bitch lately. I'll see you.


[ Riddick starts shaking his head, and looking up and down the tower like he has a thought in his mind about getting up there. He wants Hanako still. The need is growing worse and worse. It's even coming out in his rants on his matches. He has never lost focus like this over a woman before. He must fuck her. He's running out of time. Riddick seethes in lustful anger as he walks off.


*** SCENE FADES ***
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