ready to rumble on war

[Daddy Mack]

Earl sits at a table by himself in the cafeteria of the arena for employees feasting like he hasn't eaten in a while. Greg boone approaching with caution asks.

"Excuse me, Earl, got a minute to answer a few questions?"

Earl freezing.

"What the fuck did I do nigga?"

"Nothing, I was wanting to ask about your match coming up as well as your debut match that you won."

Greg with his hands up showing no harm and Earl sniffing his food says.

"A'ight!"

Greg taking a seat across from Earl who stuffs his face with mashed potatoes.

"How's it feel to be in a match where you could qualify for the SEF Rumble?"

Earl mumbling something incoherent while swallowing down his potatoes and eating more. Earl shoveling down the mashed taters with a spoon just looks up at Greg with potatoes in his beard.

"Say what?"

"On WAR you face Kasey Winterborn and the winner of this match qualifies for the SEF Rumble where-"

"Yo, the rumble, dat where my brutha was, I seen him on the poster! I gotta get in the fucking rumble!"

"Well you need to beat Kasey Winterborn on WAR!"

Earl thinking for a second with his elbows in his mashed potatoes.

"Who is this Kasey Winterborn, he a big guy or do I gotta really bust some head?"

Greg laughing a little says.

"Kasey is a girl, she is the sister to Phoenix Winterborn who also works here in SEF."

"She fine or what?"

Greg confused for a second just asks.

"What?"

"Oh man, she ugly!"

"Oh, no, no, well I mean, I never really thought about it, but yea, she ain't bad. Sounds like a serious wrestler though, so I ain't gonna hit on her, I get beat up enough!"

"So she ?"

Greg shrugging.

"I guess man, she gonna be out to kick your ass though, I am pretty sure of that."

Earl shrugging now wipes the potatoes from his elbows and finishes his ribs, then spoons up some peas. He pushes the plates away crossing his arms to look at Greg a bit serious, but just kinda fucked up cause he twitches and shit. Earl always looking around too makes some eye contact with Greg, but keeps his eye on everything.

"She betta be out to kick my ass cause I gotta be in that rumble, that where my brutha was, that where I may find him. You know my brutha, look like me, no beard, stealing shoes, man, he stole my shoes once, sumbitch!"

Earl cracking a fucked up grin as Greg scratching his head.

"I got no idea who your talking about, but hope ya find your brother and good luck on getting in the rumble, Kasey seems like a tough chick."

Greg getting up walks away while Earl just mumbles.

"Tough!? Tough is trying to remember memories while trying to forget others. Kasey may be a wrestler, but I came here to fucking rumble and find my brutha, so look out Kasey, look out to everyone else who makes it into the rumble. Look out for me as I ain't hard to miss, but I be shaking and jiving all night around your pretty ass!"

Earl hopping up and swaggers over to a bin of drinks looking it over and yells.

"HEY, WHERE THE FUCK ARE FORTIES?"

No one answers, but others in the cafeteria whisper to each other as Earl grumbles ad grabs a bottle of water downing it in one drink. He walks off yelling.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BOOZE? I GOTTA GET READY FOR WAR!"