Post by Reaper on Jun 11, 2009 19:56:32 GMT -6
We open to the interior of Reaper's Dojo. There appears to be an exhibition match going on between Rick Roll and Emo Kid. Watching this match is Reaper. To his left is Cyanide and to his right is Katrina. Omerta stands by cheering on both of the competitors in the ring.
Reaper: Emo Kid seems to have this in control here. Rick is getting worked, but I know theres more to him than this. Either way, this may be the beginning of the end.
Katrina: What were you trying to prove by putting these two in there against eachother? I mean honestly, won't this just tire them out before 4 Up?
Cyanide: This is nothing compared to what 4 Up is, and you know that better than anybody. This is just a skills assessment.
Katrina: I guess, but still seems a little excessive.
Reaper: As far as I'm concerned, this could have been over a long time ago, but it took so much just to get Emo Kid in here to begin with that I have to say, if this affects his performance at the big show, then he has nobody to blame but himself. Wait a minute.... STOP THE MATCH!
Emo Kid freezes at the top turnbuckle as Rick Roll, twists himself on the mat and Omerta turns around. They all scream "What?" and look on.
Reaper: Emo, I understand that you're whole style is basically putting yourself on the line and hoping for the best, but heres what made me stop you. Rick was watching you the entire time you were on your way to the top. Had I let you gone through with it, this match would be over and you would have learned absolutely nothing. It is always imperative that you make sure that your opponent is oblivious to the fact that you're about to launch an aerial assault on him. Which is obvious, because if he knows or sees you coming, your success rate is greatly diminished. I have some videos I want you to watch. They are a greatest hits and misses of wrestlers that have the same kind of style you use. I want you to watch them, and if you have to, I suggest you take notes, especially on the misses. Rick and Omerta, feel free to join him or work out with some trainers or on the equipment here. Cyanide I know you have a match to get ready for, and Kat, you've been here for awhile and you know the drills too. I have some things that need to be addressed.
Everybody goes their separate ways and Reaper motions for the camera man to follow him as he goes into the back office. He looks over the desk and puts things in their places before taking a seat and talking.
Reaper: It becomes increasingly amazing at the lengths the Sports Nutz will go to try and stop me from being the SNW Texas Champion. Apparently it doesn't matter to them that I'm bringing in more money to this company than they've ever seen in their lifetimes and it doesn't matter that I've got more talent in my little pinky than they have in their entire bodies combined. The simple fact is that they're just jealous of all of my accomplishments and can't handle the fact that I've done nothing but embarrass them time after time. So they figured they'd try to one up me and make my title defense at 4 Up and dog collar match. Now granted, I've not seen my share of these matches, but it has never bothered me to try a new thing. As a matter of fact, I quite welcome a newer environment to punish my opponent. Its a new element really, but one I've wanted to see for quite some time. I mean who wouldn't want to show their dominance over their opponent by dragging them around by their neck? Its a sadistic man's dream come true.
Now Alex Daniels, you have been consistent in only one thing since you've been here, and thats running your mouth. You run your mouth about being better than everybody, and you run your mouth how you should be the champion. As far as I'm concerned, you're only in this match because you know how to kiss ass. To be honest, though, I see this as a good way to shut you the hell up and put you in your place once and for all. I mean, you did such a good job of running down the Von Erich Memorial title and why not... its not like you've ever had the chance to win that belt... oh wait a minute, you did. I don't recall, but how did that match go for you. Oh yeah, you lost in grand fashion. Now its really easy to downplay a title that you failed at getting, so let me ask you this Alex. How badly will you run down the SNW Texas Championship after I take you out at 4 Up? And what could you say? 'Oh well, I lost for the Texas Title, but who cares, its no WWE Championship.' Its ridiculous, the lengths you'll go just to make yourself feel better after you've been exposed as being nothing more than an average wrestler at best. The only thing that makes you stand out is your gigantic ego and your even larger mouth.
And whats more, every time you speak, you prove just that. You seem to think that you're the hottest thing around here and that all of your detractors just don't get you. But heres the kicker, we all get you. We've gotten you since day one when you walked through the door. But instead of getting what you had coming from the whole locker room, you kissed the ass of the higher ups to protect you and so far it worked. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it came out that the whole 'Wrestler of the Year' thing was nothing but a big sham to make you seem better than you really are. With guys here like Silvus, myself, Cyanide or even Hellspawn, you think that you're up to that level already? On any normal circumstance I wouldn't even allow you to be in my presence because you're THAT far beneath me and my peers. You remind me of that annoying mosquito that just aimlessly flies around my ear. You make a lot of noise, but you never bother to go for the blood. You'd rather just buzz around annoying me until I eventually swat you and put you out of your misery. Well, punk, you're about to get your ass swatted because quite frankly, the buzzing has become unbearable.
But you know what your biggest downfall is, Alex. Its the fact that you know how good I am. You know what I bring to the table and how badly you could wind up being destroyed and instead of preparing yourself for the worst, you're too busy building yourself up as the winner already. For the record, you've never gotten the best of me on your own. I don't even think you really know how to approach me in this match because as far as your concerned, its already next week and you visualize yourself as the Texas Champion. You've got a lot to learn about me, kid, but you don't seem like the type of guy that wants help, because you think you're above it. Thats all well and good, except for the fact that all its going to do for you is get your ass stomped. Does that even register to you? Do you even know what you've gotten yourself into yet? There is no amount of barbwire matches or extremely over the top hardcore battle that can prepare you for a fight with me. As a matter of fact, the whole 4 Up tournament couldn't hold a candle to the level I have achieved. I'm at a level that you couldn't even dream about, Alex. So while you can sit back and continue to think that our match at 4 Up is just a formality to you having this belt, I'll be busting my ass to come up with even more sadistic ways to hurt and torment you. When this match starts you can be as cocky as you want to be, but I guarantee that by the end of the match you will be telling yourself that an eternity in Hell would have been a better punishment than having to be in the ring with me.
I'm happy for you that you can taste this championship, I really am. But be aware that the only thing that you will be tasting at 4 Up, besides your own blood, is going to be my boot as I continuously whip it across your face. And when the fight is over and I stand over your bloodied and battered body, maybe then you'll understand that having a big mouth and a big head is a bad combo. And I promise you that when I beat you, all of those goosebumps you have, will be replaced with bruises and welts. After three years in this business, you're still nothing more than a rookie greenhorn, and at 4 Up, I will prove to the world that you don't deserve to be wrestler of the hour, let alone wrestler of the year. Get all of your affairs in order and notify your next of kin, Alex Daniels, because your time is almost up. Nothing is going to feel better than to actually shut your mouth, finally and give the beating of his life to a person like you who deserves it. I'll see you in the ring, kid, try not to soil yourself.
Reaper gets up and walks back out onto the dojo floor and lets out a loud whistle that gets everybodies attention. He starts waving people in
Reaper: Alright, Emo and Rick showed us some good stuff, now Kat and Omerta, its your turn. Rick and Emo, stay with me and we'll watch and try to go over a few points... Cyanide, you be the ref... LETS MOVE!
They don't seem happy, but they all do as they've been instructed and Reaper takes a position in front of the ring as Emo and Rick Roll follow him. We begin to pan back and fade to black with the Kat/Omerta exhibition getting underway
Reaper: Emo Kid seems to have this in control here. Rick is getting worked, but I know theres more to him than this. Either way, this may be the beginning of the end.
Katrina: What were you trying to prove by putting these two in there against eachother? I mean honestly, won't this just tire them out before 4 Up?
Cyanide: This is nothing compared to what 4 Up is, and you know that better than anybody. This is just a skills assessment.
Katrina: I guess, but still seems a little excessive.
Reaper: As far as I'm concerned, this could have been over a long time ago, but it took so much just to get Emo Kid in here to begin with that I have to say, if this affects his performance at the big show, then he has nobody to blame but himself. Wait a minute.... STOP THE MATCH!
Emo Kid freezes at the top turnbuckle as Rick Roll, twists himself on the mat and Omerta turns around. They all scream "What?" and look on.
Reaper: Emo, I understand that you're whole style is basically putting yourself on the line and hoping for the best, but heres what made me stop you. Rick was watching you the entire time you were on your way to the top. Had I let you gone through with it, this match would be over and you would have learned absolutely nothing. It is always imperative that you make sure that your opponent is oblivious to the fact that you're about to launch an aerial assault on him. Which is obvious, because if he knows or sees you coming, your success rate is greatly diminished. I have some videos I want you to watch. They are a greatest hits and misses of wrestlers that have the same kind of style you use. I want you to watch them, and if you have to, I suggest you take notes, especially on the misses. Rick and Omerta, feel free to join him or work out with some trainers or on the equipment here. Cyanide I know you have a match to get ready for, and Kat, you've been here for awhile and you know the drills too. I have some things that need to be addressed.
Everybody goes their separate ways and Reaper motions for the camera man to follow him as he goes into the back office. He looks over the desk and puts things in their places before taking a seat and talking.
Reaper: It becomes increasingly amazing at the lengths the Sports Nutz will go to try and stop me from being the SNW Texas Champion. Apparently it doesn't matter to them that I'm bringing in more money to this company than they've ever seen in their lifetimes and it doesn't matter that I've got more talent in my little pinky than they have in their entire bodies combined. The simple fact is that they're just jealous of all of my accomplishments and can't handle the fact that I've done nothing but embarrass them time after time. So they figured they'd try to one up me and make my title defense at 4 Up and dog collar match. Now granted, I've not seen my share of these matches, but it has never bothered me to try a new thing. As a matter of fact, I quite welcome a newer environment to punish my opponent. Its a new element really, but one I've wanted to see for quite some time. I mean who wouldn't want to show their dominance over their opponent by dragging them around by their neck? Its a sadistic man's dream come true.
Now Alex Daniels, you have been consistent in only one thing since you've been here, and thats running your mouth. You run your mouth about being better than everybody, and you run your mouth how you should be the champion. As far as I'm concerned, you're only in this match because you know how to kiss ass. To be honest, though, I see this as a good way to shut you the hell up and put you in your place once and for all. I mean, you did such a good job of running down the Von Erich Memorial title and why not... its not like you've ever had the chance to win that belt... oh wait a minute, you did. I don't recall, but how did that match go for you. Oh yeah, you lost in grand fashion. Now its really easy to downplay a title that you failed at getting, so let me ask you this Alex. How badly will you run down the SNW Texas Championship after I take you out at 4 Up? And what could you say? 'Oh well, I lost for the Texas Title, but who cares, its no WWE Championship.' Its ridiculous, the lengths you'll go just to make yourself feel better after you've been exposed as being nothing more than an average wrestler at best. The only thing that makes you stand out is your gigantic ego and your even larger mouth.
And whats more, every time you speak, you prove just that. You seem to think that you're the hottest thing around here and that all of your detractors just don't get you. But heres the kicker, we all get you. We've gotten you since day one when you walked through the door. But instead of getting what you had coming from the whole locker room, you kissed the ass of the higher ups to protect you and so far it worked. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it came out that the whole 'Wrestler of the Year' thing was nothing but a big sham to make you seem better than you really are. With guys here like Silvus, myself, Cyanide or even Hellspawn, you think that you're up to that level already? On any normal circumstance I wouldn't even allow you to be in my presence because you're THAT far beneath me and my peers. You remind me of that annoying mosquito that just aimlessly flies around my ear. You make a lot of noise, but you never bother to go for the blood. You'd rather just buzz around annoying me until I eventually swat you and put you out of your misery. Well, punk, you're about to get your ass swatted because quite frankly, the buzzing has become unbearable.
But you know what your biggest downfall is, Alex. Its the fact that you know how good I am. You know what I bring to the table and how badly you could wind up being destroyed and instead of preparing yourself for the worst, you're too busy building yourself up as the winner already. For the record, you've never gotten the best of me on your own. I don't even think you really know how to approach me in this match because as far as your concerned, its already next week and you visualize yourself as the Texas Champion. You've got a lot to learn about me, kid, but you don't seem like the type of guy that wants help, because you think you're above it. Thats all well and good, except for the fact that all its going to do for you is get your ass stomped. Does that even register to you? Do you even know what you've gotten yourself into yet? There is no amount of barbwire matches or extremely over the top hardcore battle that can prepare you for a fight with me. As a matter of fact, the whole 4 Up tournament couldn't hold a candle to the level I have achieved. I'm at a level that you couldn't even dream about, Alex. So while you can sit back and continue to think that our match at 4 Up is just a formality to you having this belt, I'll be busting my ass to come up with even more sadistic ways to hurt and torment you. When this match starts you can be as cocky as you want to be, but I guarantee that by the end of the match you will be telling yourself that an eternity in Hell would have been a better punishment than having to be in the ring with me.
I'm happy for you that you can taste this championship, I really am. But be aware that the only thing that you will be tasting at 4 Up, besides your own blood, is going to be my boot as I continuously whip it across your face. And when the fight is over and I stand over your bloodied and battered body, maybe then you'll understand that having a big mouth and a big head is a bad combo. And I promise you that when I beat you, all of those goosebumps you have, will be replaced with bruises and welts. After three years in this business, you're still nothing more than a rookie greenhorn, and at 4 Up, I will prove to the world that you don't deserve to be wrestler of the hour, let alone wrestler of the year. Get all of your affairs in order and notify your next of kin, Alex Daniels, because your time is almost up. Nothing is going to feel better than to actually shut your mouth, finally and give the beating of his life to a person like you who deserves it. I'll see you in the ring, kid, try not to soil yourself.
Reaper gets up and walks back out onto the dojo floor and lets out a loud whistle that gets everybodies attention. He starts waving people in
Reaper: Alright, Emo and Rick showed us some good stuff, now Kat and Omerta, its your turn. Rick and Emo, stay with me and we'll watch and try to go over a few points... Cyanide, you be the ref... LETS MOVE!
They don't seem happy, but they all do as they've been instructed and Reaper takes a position in front of the ring as Emo and Rick Roll follow him. We begin to pan back and fade to black with the Kat/Omerta exhibition getting underway
