Post by Reaper on Dec 19, 2008 22:01:00 GMT -6
We open to main entrance to the Fresno-Yosemite International Airport. Soul Reaper is standing outside with his bags ready to go. The chilled air can be seen with each breath he takes as he wears his hood over his head. The camera focuses in on his face. Each breath looking like smoke pouring from the nostrils of a great dragon.
"Well here we are, a few hours away from returning to Texas to fight for the SNW Texas Title. Home was fun yet again, but my mind is conflicted at the moment... not just with returning to Texas, but with who it is I really am. Now Silvus, you seem to me like you're a good kid with a pure heart just looking for the approval of your peers. Thats all well and good, but to somebody like me, this is foolish. As you may have noticed, when I spoke last time I wasn't looking for approval, I was working to give hope. The approval of these people was never an issue, because frankly, nobody gives a damn about what people do and only care about the results. People don't particularly like the way I've gone about my life and to some extent there has been a lot of resentment. But I never let something as trivial as other peoples opinions of my work get in the way of my success. You see, this is where we differ. You stand for people like you and I stand for myself so others will follow my lead. Silvus, I won't deny that you earned the belt you have, but what I have a problem with is how you've shown very little to no emotion towards it. You almost make it look as if it means nothing to you.
Now me, I deserve it Silvus. I fought through being fired, the corporate game, and fighting with friends along the way. The fact that you even got a crack at it before me is absolutley horrendous. What the hell did you do to deserve it? Fight through the bare minimum amount of people? Its things like this that slowly revert me back to the way I used to be. I know you were never there for those days, but ask those that knew me and weren't trying to hold me back what I was capable of then. The days of the past are slowly corrupting my thoughts. They started at a distance first, but now they almost seem to be at my doorstep. And when the day comes that those demons finally knock on my door, I'm not going to hide in the closet, no... I'm going to let them in and embrace them as if there were never gone. I've been yearning for the old days. Back then, I held three to four titles at a time in a good rotation and if one happened to be taken from me, there was another waiting to be taken from somebody else to cure the thirst.
The day those demons knock on that door has happened, and its only a few days before I answer that door, Silvus. The rumblings that have gone on in my conflicted mind are about to be resolved and all shall be right in the world again. These are not the ramblings of some insane man with no grasp of reality. These are the thoughts of a man that has his future well planned out... like that of a dictator or overlord. Somebody who is willing to give in to the most dispicable thoughts and just roll with it. Somebody who doesn't care what happens to others as long as his own goals are achieved. These are the thoughts of Soul Reaper, a man reborn. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes, so to shall Soul Reaper. Silvus, you weren't there for the first time around when I was just a new blooded rookie. Even then I was deadly, but now, with the experience and knowlege that I've gained over the years, I've got all the weapons somebody needs to get the job done and to take what he wants. Unluckily for you Silvus, its that Texas Title that you have over your shoulder. So rest now, clutching that belt while you sleep, dreaming of all the little orphans you will ultimately let down. Because nobody can run from the Reaper, and you will have to answer to me. Your time is slowly running out and theres nothing you can do but sit back and wait for the inevitable to happen. Silvus, It's Christmas Dammit, and rather than wait for a Christmas present, I'm just going to take the very thing I want and be done with it.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust... I'll see you soon.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all... a good... night!"[/color]
Reaper begins to laugh manically into the night as a plane takes off behind in the background muffling out the noise and suddenly the camera cuts to static and then just goes black.
"Well here we are, a few hours away from returning to Texas to fight for the SNW Texas Title. Home was fun yet again, but my mind is conflicted at the moment... not just with returning to Texas, but with who it is I really am. Now Silvus, you seem to me like you're a good kid with a pure heart just looking for the approval of your peers. Thats all well and good, but to somebody like me, this is foolish. As you may have noticed, when I spoke last time I wasn't looking for approval, I was working to give hope. The approval of these people was never an issue, because frankly, nobody gives a damn about what people do and only care about the results. People don't particularly like the way I've gone about my life and to some extent there has been a lot of resentment. But I never let something as trivial as other peoples opinions of my work get in the way of my success. You see, this is where we differ. You stand for people like you and I stand for myself so others will follow my lead. Silvus, I won't deny that you earned the belt you have, but what I have a problem with is how you've shown very little to no emotion towards it. You almost make it look as if it means nothing to you.
Now me, I deserve it Silvus. I fought through being fired, the corporate game, and fighting with friends along the way. The fact that you even got a crack at it before me is absolutley horrendous. What the hell did you do to deserve it? Fight through the bare minimum amount of people? Its things like this that slowly revert me back to the way I used to be. I know you were never there for those days, but ask those that knew me and weren't trying to hold me back what I was capable of then. The days of the past are slowly corrupting my thoughts. They started at a distance first, but now they almost seem to be at my doorstep. And when the day comes that those demons finally knock on my door, I'm not going to hide in the closet, no... I'm going to let them in and embrace them as if there were never gone. I've been yearning for the old days. Back then, I held three to four titles at a time in a good rotation and if one happened to be taken from me, there was another waiting to be taken from somebody else to cure the thirst.
The day those demons knock on that door has happened, and its only a few days before I answer that door, Silvus. The rumblings that have gone on in my conflicted mind are about to be resolved and all shall be right in the world again. These are not the ramblings of some insane man with no grasp of reality. These are the thoughts of a man that has his future well planned out... like that of a dictator or overlord. Somebody who is willing to give in to the most dispicable thoughts and just roll with it. Somebody who doesn't care what happens to others as long as his own goals are achieved. These are the thoughts of Soul Reaper, a man reborn. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes, so to shall Soul Reaper. Silvus, you weren't there for the first time around when I was just a new blooded rookie. Even then I was deadly, but now, with the experience and knowlege that I've gained over the years, I've got all the weapons somebody needs to get the job done and to take what he wants. Unluckily for you Silvus, its that Texas Title that you have over your shoulder. So rest now, clutching that belt while you sleep, dreaming of all the little orphans you will ultimately let down. Because nobody can run from the Reaper, and you will have to answer to me. Your time is slowly running out and theres nothing you can do but sit back and wait for the inevitable to happen. Silvus, It's Christmas Dammit, and rather than wait for a Christmas present, I'm just going to take the very thing I want and be done with it.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust... I'll see you soon.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all... a good... night!"[/color]
Reaper begins to laugh manically into the night as a plane takes off behind in the background muffling out the noise and suddenly the camera cuts to static and then just goes black.
