Post by Reaper on Oct 17, 2008 18:45:18 GMT -6
Pitch black covers the screen, until the camera pans to the right and we see an open doorway to a locker room. Soul Reaper is standing there watching a monitor, and we can hear the sound of "Slow Reaper." He lets out a light chuckle and then turns the monitor off and shakes his head.
" Rick Roll, the ultimate one hit wonder boy himself, went out of his way to try and mock me. Somebody who's done more in one month than that little queer will ever get done in his whole career. And while I'll admit, it was moderately humerous, that doesn't take away from the fact that it was ultimately unenlightening into anything having to do with how you happen to think you're going to pull off a miracle and produce a win. You parade your dancing, lame ass 80's look and style around here in a half ass funny way week after week, but whats come of it? Not a damn thing. Its a total waste of your own time. But I'll humor it, I was a fan of the 80's, as there were some nostalgic things from that period for me, having grown up in them. My problem with you, though, is that your nothing short of some circus act. You are to SNW, what the Shane Helms superhero character or Nick Dinsmore was to the big company up north. Something to make people laugh and sell a few things to kids and other lame asses that could put up with you for more than 5 minutes.
The fact of the matter is, nobody sees you as a threat or a contender or even accidental champion. You're just that guy that makes kids laugh and makes their parents wish they could put a bullet in your head. So, on Onslaught this week, feel free to dance, since, have a seizure, faint, or whatever it is that you actually do. But don't feel so bad when you're left bleeding in a mass of your own flesh and broken bones at the end of the night. You may think this is some fun and games and you may think you're big and tough with your baseball bat... but well, I happen to think that your tag team partner is more of a man than you'll ever be. Which is pretty sad considering she doesn't even have a penis. Which brings me to this supposed tag partner of yours.
What the hell has this girl done to deserve anything remotely close to this level of competition? I remember Enigmah actually used to represent something once, and was damn good... but I guess she's stopped training and decided to suck down a few too many Twinkies or something because its horrible how badly she's reduced herself. Oh, so she has a few wins around here, but against who? I mean honestly, is it anybody who is actually making a name for themselves... not really. All she is, is some big old novelty act that will soon fizzle out just like most other fads tend to do. But if she wants to step into the ring with the likes of me... an actual big name in the business, then so be it. I've got no problem showing her that her place isn't in my league right now. Maybe if she works a little harder and actually fights somebody who is credible and gets a win, then I'll rethink my position.
As far as my tag team partner du jour. 'Kid Thunder' I hope your name doesn't imply that your bark is worse than your bite, because theres no way that I'll carry your ass, I'd just as soon kick your ass with other 2 chumps in the ring that night. You hold your weight and things will run nice and smooth, but don't screw it up, kid. Like I said, I'm not here to carry you. All I'm here for is that ass kicking and if you happen to fall victim to one, then thats just your bad luck I guess. This coming Onslaught, Rick Roll and Enigmah, you'll soon find out why Soul Reaper is a world wide phenomenon and you two are nothing more than jobbers that caught a lucky break. Its almost time, I hope you're prepared for the worst.... I'll see you losers real soon.
Reaper goes over to his work out area and starts to throw a few shots at the heavy bag that is hanging up in the room and the camera man slowly backs out and leaves the room and we fade to black.
" Rick Roll, the ultimate one hit wonder boy himself, went out of his way to try and mock me. Somebody who's done more in one month than that little queer will ever get done in his whole career. And while I'll admit, it was moderately humerous, that doesn't take away from the fact that it was ultimately unenlightening into anything having to do with how you happen to think you're going to pull off a miracle and produce a win. You parade your dancing, lame ass 80's look and style around here in a half ass funny way week after week, but whats come of it? Not a damn thing. Its a total waste of your own time. But I'll humor it, I was a fan of the 80's, as there were some nostalgic things from that period for me, having grown up in them. My problem with you, though, is that your nothing short of some circus act. You are to SNW, what the Shane Helms superhero character or Nick Dinsmore was to the big company up north. Something to make people laugh and sell a few things to kids and other lame asses that could put up with you for more than 5 minutes.
The fact of the matter is, nobody sees you as a threat or a contender or even accidental champion. You're just that guy that makes kids laugh and makes their parents wish they could put a bullet in your head. So, on Onslaught this week, feel free to dance, since, have a seizure, faint, or whatever it is that you actually do. But don't feel so bad when you're left bleeding in a mass of your own flesh and broken bones at the end of the night. You may think this is some fun and games and you may think you're big and tough with your baseball bat... but well, I happen to think that your tag team partner is more of a man than you'll ever be. Which is pretty sad considering she doesn't even have a penis. Which brings me to this supposed tag partner of yours.
What the hell has this girl done to deserve anything remotely close to this level of competition? I remember Enigmah actually used to represent something once, and was damn good... but I guess she's stopped training and decided to suck down a few too many Twinkies or something because its horrible how badly she's reduced herself. Oh, so she has a few wins around here, but against who? I mean honestly, is it anybody who is actually making a name for themselves... not really. All she is, is some big old novelty act that will soon fizzle out just like most other fads tend to do. But if she wants to step into the ring with the likes of me... an actual big name in the business, then so be it. I've got no problem showing her that her place isn't in my league right now. Maybe if she works a little harder and actually fights somebody who is credible and gets a win, then I'll rethink my position.
As far as my tag team partner du jour. 'Kid Thunder' I hope your name doesn't imply that your bark is worse than your bite, because theres no way that I'll carry your ass, I'd just as soon kick your ass with other 2 chumps in the ring that night. You hold your weight and things will run nice and smooth, but don't screw it up, kid. Like I said, I'm not here to carry you. All I'm here for is that ass kicking and if you happen to fall victim to one, then thats just your bad luck I guess. This coming Onslaught, Rick Roll and Enigmah, you'll soon find out why Soul Reaper is a world wide phenomenon and you two are nothing more than jobbers that caught a lucky break. Its almost time, I hope you're prepared for the worst.... I'll see you losers real soon.
Reaper goes over to his work out area and starts to throw a few shots at the heavy bag that is hanging up in the room and the camera man slowly backs out and leaves the room and we fade to black.
