Post by Ratball Slade on Aug 25, 2021 1:31:45 GMT -5
The video clicks on with Ratman walking through the sewers. The camera is following behind Ratman and seems to be being pulled along by a rope attached to a trolley of some kind. Ratman has both hands behind his back with one hand on his wrist and the other holding the rope.
Ratman: This is it! With my successful debut we are now visible to the public! Soon they will come to know us better and better Master Papercut!
Papercut is sitting on Ratman’s shoulder wearing his signature gi.
Papercut: *Squeak*
Ratman pauses for a moment and begins to chuckle before breaking out into a very fake sounding, yet all to real laugh.
Ratman: Very good Master! You always know how to crack me up! But now is not the time for jokes. You see the people need to hear from me, The Ratman, Wrestling Supreme. I must inform them of the dangers that we are facing. We don’t only have one threat this time, but two!
As Ratman is speaking he gestures to the camera while talking to the rodent on his shoulder. Ratman puts his clenched fists against his hips and assumes a superhero pose.
Papercut: *Squeak~*
Ratman: No, I am not posing! Why accuse me of such nonsense Master. I only partake in the most serious of business. Such as the business of pro wrestling!
Ratman resumes walking forward for a few moments where he approaches an opening at the end of the tunnel. He begins whistling a tune that summons more rats to flood out of the sewers. As the Rats flood out of the sewers and run towards the concrete paradise to find food and more places to shelter themselves, Ratman turns to the camera now silhouetted by the bright burning sun behind him.
Ratman: I’ve always been playing against a stacked deck. Even as a small child. Grown men and women would scream in horror and disgust at the mere sight of me. So having to fight two people instead of one is nothing new to me. There was this one time where I was simply trying to get myself an ice cream cone to escape the summer heat, however…
Percival was a very confused boy in an adult world, but in this adult world was the very ice cream he sought. Leaving his sewer of safety looking for a sweet treat he’d only had once before by freak accident, and by accident I mean it was thrown at him by a much larger, cleaner, child. The larger child mocked Percival but he was distracted. Distracted by the sweet treat that ran down his face. His eyes glowed with a newfound goal for the summer. He wanted to taste this delicacy once more, but under better circumstances.
So Percival searched the streets checking every trash bag and can he could find. It was only after days of searching that Percival came to the very obvious realization. Ice cream melts. All this time and it was for naught. Percival would have to find his treat... fresh. But how could a wealthless boy like himself pay for such a treat? No, he would have to stoop to a level he had only done a few times before. He must steal the ice cream. Now you may be wondering, how does this relate to the Ratman, Wrestling Supreme’s, match at the next Proving Ground? Well I will get there, give me some time to explain the story. Little Percival began to plan his heist of the century. It was a multipart plan and would need to be pulled off with flawless execution.
First, Percival scouted his target. Alas the only secure way to get this ice cream was none other than the ice cream man and his truck of frozen treasure. Second, Percival would need a distraction. The neighborhood kids who always seemed to have the green paper traded for the delicious treats, would serve as the perfect distraction. Third, he would need to find a way onto the truck. This is where Percival's little pesky friends would come into play. The plan was perfect with nary a single flaw in sight. It was time for the plan to commence.
Ratman: So that is how I, Ratman, first began to learn how to handle difficult situations. Situations in which I had the odds stacked against me. This, I believe, serves as the perfect example of how I will never back down, even in the face of a strong challenge with minimal reward.
Ratman looked down and held his hand to his chest as he had let the emotions of his past exploits spill from his heart.
Papercut: *Squeak squeak*
Ratman immediately looks up with an offended expression towards his shoulder, where Papercut was standing.
Ratman: What do you mean how does the story end? It is not important.
Papercut: *Squeak*
Ratman: How can you say that. I did not mean to steal the ice cream truck. I was only looking for a chocolate covered cone Master.
Papercut: *Squeak squeak, squeak squeak*
Ratman: Fine! If you insist I finish the story then I shall.
You see, it was purely an accident that Percival stole his ice cream. When the ice cream truck made it’s usual rounds it stopped by the local park where many children were playing and Percival was rummaging through trash to find a snack. When children suddenly began excitedly screaming and running toward the truck, it was only obvious that Percival would be curious of what was happening. So, Percival rounded up his mischief and then him and his friends began to approach the truck. This is when things got wildly out of hand. You see, Percival was only wanting to see what was going on.
It was at this point that the children surrounding the truck noticed Percival and began screaming in terror. Not understanding what was going on, Percival also began to scream and ran towards the truck hoping it would save him from whatever it is the children deemed scary enough to run from. As his friends began climbing into the truck the nice man handing out the iced creams also began to scream and leaped out the back door of the truck. When Percival looked around to see there was truly no threat, he began wondering how to operate the ice cream machine. So Percival entered the truck, got in the seat and began pushing and pulling on things trying to make the ice cream appear. It was then that the truck began to roll forward at increasingly fast speeds until hitting a pole. Percival was miraculously uninjured in the crash however the crash did cause the machine to begin leaking the ice cream!
Ratman: So you see master, that is how I got the ice cream on that day. Today though, it is far too hot for me to run around looking for the ice cream man, so I sent my mischief out to find some ice cream for me. It will be the perfect preparation for my upcoming match. Plus it is a little warm in the sewers today I must confess.
Screams can soon be heard from the sewers as it sounds like the rats have encountered the people above. Ratman holds his fingers to his chin while he looks inquisitively upward.
Ratman: I’m hoping they can deliver me strawberry flavor today. I would settle for mint as well though.
Papercut: *Squeak*
Ratman looks back to Papercut with his eyes wide in and speaks with a pout in his voice.
Ratman: What? How can I address my opponents when I hardly know them? What is really important here is that they will get to know me! Soon they will know the sheer hopelessness of facing me, for I am Ratman, Wres…
Papercut: *Squeak, squeak squeak*
Ratman now looks disappointedly to papercut
Ratman: That was my catchphrase master! Why would you steal it from me! No matter. James Ranger, Jay Crowley, I will see both of you very soon.
Ratman excitedly does a little run in a circle, then scurries toward the camera where he once again struggles to turn it off before finally finding the power button.
Ratman: This is it! With my successful debut we are now visible to the public! Soon they will come to know us better and better Master Papercut!
Papercut is sitting on Ratman’s shoulder wearing his signature gi.
Papercut: *Squeak*
Ratman pauses for a moment and begins to chuckle before breaking out into a very fake sounding, yet all to real laugh.
Ratman: Very good Master! You always know how to crack me up! But now is not the time for jokes. You see the people need to hear from me, The Ratman, Wrestling Supreme. I must inform them of the dangers that we are facing. We don’t only have one threat this time, but two!
As Ratman is speaking he gestures to the camera while talking to the rodent on his shoulder. Ratman puts his clenched fists against his hips and assumes a superhero pose.
Papercut: *Squeak~*
Ratman: No, I am not posing! Why accuse me of such nonsense Master. I only partake in the most serious of business. Such as the business of pro wrestling!
Ratman resumes walking forward for a few moments where he approaches an opening at the end of the tunnel. He begins whistling a tune that summons more rats to flood out of the sewers. As the Rats flood out of the sewers and run towards the concrete paradise to find food and more places to shelter themselves, Ratman turns to the camera now silhouetted by the bright burning sun behind him.
Ratman: I’ve always been playing against a stacked deck. Even as a small child. Grown men and women would scream in horror and disgust at the mere sight of me. So having to fight two people instead of one is nothing new to me. There was this one time where I was simply trying to get myself an ice cream cone to escape the summer heat, however…
Percival was a very confused boy in an adult world, but in this adult world was the very ice cream he sought. Leaving his sewer of safety looking for a sweet treat he’d only had once before by freak accident, and by accident I mean it was thrown at him by a much larger, cleaner, child. The larger child mocked Percival but he was distracted. Distracted by the sweet treat that ran down his face. His eyes glowed with a newfound goal for the summer. He wanted to taste this delicacy once more, but under better circumstances.
So Percival searched the streets checking every trash bag and can he could find. It was only after days of searching that Percival came to the very obvious realization. Ice cream melts. All this time and it was for naught. Percival would have to find his treat... fresh. But how could a wealthless boy like himself pay for such a treat? No, he would have to stoop to a level he had only done a few times before. He must steal the ice cream. Now you may be wondering, how does this relate to the Ratman, Wrestling Supreme’s, match at the next Proving Ground? Well I will get there, give me some time to explain the story. Little Percival began to plan his heist of the century. It was a multipart plan and would need to be pulled off with flawless execution.
First, Percival scouted his target. Alas the only secure way to get this ice cream was none other than the ice cream man and his truck of frozen treasure. Second, Percival would need a distraction. The neighborhood kids who always seemed to have the green paper traded for the delicious treats, would serve as the perfect distraction. Third, he would need to find a way onto the truck. This is where Percival's little pesky friends would come into play. The plan was perfect with nary a single flaw in sight. It was time for the plan to commence.
Ratman: So that is how I, Ratman, first began to learn how to handle difficult situations. Situations in which I had the odds stacked against me. This, I believe, serves as the perfect example of how I will never back down, even in the face of a strong challenge with minimal reward.
Ratman looked down and held his hand to his chest as he had let the emotions of his past exploits spill from his heart.
Papercut: *Squeak squeak*
Ratman immediately looks up with an offended expression towards his shoulder, where Papercut was standing.
Ratman: What do you mean how does the story end? It is not important.
Papercut: *Squeak*
Ratman: How can you say that. I did not mean to steal the ice cream truck. I was only looking for a chocolate covered cone Master.
Papercut: *Squeak squeak, squeak squeak*
Ratman: Fine! If you insist I finish the story then I shall.
You see, it was purely an accident that Percival stole his ice cream. When the ice cream truck made it’s usual rounds it stopped by the local park where many children were playing and Percival was rummaging through trash to find a snack. When children suddenly began excitedly screaming and running toward the truck, it was only obvious that Percival would be curious of what was happening. So, Percival rounded up his mischief and then him and his friends began to approach the truck. This is when things got wildly out of hand. You see, Percival was only wanting to see what was going on.
It was at this point that the children surrounding the truck noticed Percival and began screaming in terror. Not understanding what was going on, Percival also began to scream and ran towards the truck hoping it would save him from whatever it is the children deemed scary enough to run from. As his friends began climbing into the truck the nice man handing out the iced creams also began to scream and leaped out the back door of the truck. When Percival looked around to see there was truly no threat, he began wondering how to operate the ice cream machine. So Percival entered the truck, got in the seat and began pushing and pulling on things trying to make the ice cream appear. It was then that the truck began to roll forward at increasingly fast speeds until hitting a pole. Percival was miraculously uninjured in the crash however the crash did cause the machine to begin leaking the ice cream!
Ratman: So you see master, that is how I got the ice cream on that day. Today though, it is far too hot for me to run around looking for the ice cream man, so I sent my mischief out to find some ice cream for me. It will be the perfect preparation for my upcoming match. Plus it is a little warm in the sewers today I must confess.
Screams can soon be heard from the sewers as it sounds like the rats have encountered the people above. Ratman holds his fingers to his chin while he looks inquisitively upward.
Ratman: I’m hoping they can deliver me strawberry flavor today. I would settle for mint as well though.
Papercut: *Squeak*
Ratman looks back to Papercut with his eyes wide in and speaks with a pout in his voice.
Ratman: What? How can I address my opponents when I hardly know them? What is really important here is that they will get to know me! Soon they will know the sheer hopelessness of facing me, for I am Ratman, Wres…
Papercut: *Squeak, squeak squeak*
Ratman now looks disappointedly to papercut
Ratman: That was my catchphrase master! Why would you steal it from me! No matter. James Ranger, Jay Crowley, I will see both of you very soon.
Ratman excitedly does a little run in a circle, then scurries toward the camera where he once again struggles to turn it off before finally finding the power button.
