Post by Reaper on Sept 12, 2008 17:29:14 GMT -6
We open with Soul Reaper standing in the grave yard once again. In between the headstones of a very dim, dreary and foggy scene. The moonlight shines and illuminates a small area where Reaper is standing. He looks at the camera, hood up and over his head, but you can still see the anger on his face.
"For months, I helped hold this whole company together. I did my part backstage with the rookies, I watched as the management did what they thought was right and threw in my two cents to get things rolling, and I even put my body on the line just to help put over some talent because they needed the boost. But, all of a sudden, I could feel myself being watched. I felt the cold stares of somebody lurking around me where ever I went. Its a feeling I'd had before, its a feeling that I remember dealing with in the very harshest of ways... and here I was feeling this again. And then it happened... I was attacked by an unknown. You could feel it in the air that something was just not right about the day. Things weren't as they should be and when it boiled down to it, it gave me a sickening feeling to know that I wasn't going to enjoy the remainder of my day. Somehow something was going to happen and I was going to end up with the short end of the stick.
From that simple attack, one could find many answers. You see, I've been all over the world, I've wrestled the very best... the very worst... and a few in betweens. But one thing is for sure. I never forget a style. I never forget a punch, a kick, or a throw. So the first attack I let it go, no worries.. everybody gets one. But then it happened again, but this time the intention was to take me out and destroy me completely. With a tire iron, I was blasted in the head and put down for a little while. And thats when the final piece fell into place.... as I got to the hospital to get my head checked up on, there was a representative from SNW there waiting for me. In his hands he held an envelope. He gave it to me and bid me farewell... but when I opened it, I immediately became enraged. I had been fired... banned from any SNW event and even mocked in the letter. I threw down the papers and vowed revenge. The idiots who are the Sports Nutz had fired me and mocked me in a letter that could only be described as childish, and yet it was also as if they were gloating a victory. I immediately recalled the first attack... and then the second. The pieces fell into place and I had my answers.
The Sports Nutz, attacked me, and tried to end my career... an act that is not forgivable. But instead of doing what other people might have done, I sat back and watched. I waited for an opprotunity to present itself and thats when I decided to play with them a little bit. Defacing any banners they had strewn up to make themselves feel better, and then openly threating them with physical harm. But I never specified who or when... so I know they sat around and tried to figure it out for the longest time. Failing obviously, because they didn't expect that I'd ever show up again. But I waited for the big PPV night and I drove a nice new rented Hummer... a vehicle that nobody would ever see me in besides then, and I proceeded to wait for their weakest and yet most powerful link to go to his limo. As I watched that door close, I went blank, and the last thing I remember before slamming into him was my foot mashing the pedal. That was merely step one.....
Now here we are, a few weeks later and I've been given what I was after since they tried to take me out. I get my chance to rip their heads from their bodies and flaunt them like trophies. But there's an extra added bonus... I get help. Help in the shape of the Tag Team Champions. Wench and Gory will be there to massacre those punks along with me. I know they also want to get their hands on those morons... and now that Wench is so filled with rage that she's about to burst and destroy anything in her path, things will be all the more fun. The thing about it is... when you're trying to take over and be the top dogs... you better be able to either get the best there is to back you up... or you better be able to beat those that are the supposed best there is. Sports Nutz... you've never been the best at anything, you're glorified jobbers... the Barry Horrowitz of tag team wrestling. Sure theres a few nice marks on your record... but for the most part, even YOU would like to forget about your history.
Well, make no mistakes, when I'm done with you useless wastes of flesh and bone... and fat in Dunpork's case. Not only will your history be wiped away... but so will your futures. I'm going to do everything I can to demolish anything that makes you noticeable. The Sports Nutz will be put on ice and then layed to rest like a forgotten dream.. or rather nightmare. You've paraded around and embarrassed the wrestling world long enough and now its time to finish you sorry sons of bitches off once and for all. You thought you'd be slick and try to put down the biggest name you've got in this company... but you've failed. And now, the sand in your hourglass has finally ran out. At Guy's Night Out, you will sweat... you will bleed... and you will cry....but at the end of the night you'll just be another bunch of corpses strewn across my path of destruction, left for the vultures and maggots. This may not be what you had in mind when you tried to finish me off... but now, you have nobody to blame eachother... and remember, you brought this on yourselves.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Your Souls are Mine.
Death is coming and there is No Escape...!"[/b]
Reaper starts to laugh sadistically as the camera pans to the moon and zooms in and fades to black with nothing but Reaper's laughter being heard as the scene fades.
"For months, I helped hold this whole company together. I did my part backstage with the rookies, I watched as the management did what they thought was right and threw in my two cents to get things rolling, and I even put my body on the line just to help put over some talent because they needed the boost. But, all of a sudden, I could feel myself being watched. I felt the cold stares of somebody lurking around me where ever I went. Its a feeling I'd had before, its a feeling that I remember dealing with in the very harshest of ways... and here I was feeling this again. And then it happened... I was attacked by an unknown. You could feel it in the air that something was just not right about the day. Things weren't as they should be and when it boiled down to it, it gave me a sickening feeling to know that I wasn't going to enjoy the remainder of my day. Somehow something was going to happen and I was going to end up with the short end of the stick.
From that simple attack, one could find many answers. You see, I've been all over the world, I've wrestled the very best... the very worst... and a few in betweens. But one thing is for sure. I never forget a style. I never forget a punch, a kick, or a throw. So the first attack I let it go, no worries.. everybody gets one. But then it happened again, but this time the intention was to take me out and destroy me completely. With a tire iron, I was blasted in the head and put down for a little while. And thats when the final piece fell into place.... as I got to the hospital to get my head checked up on, there was a representative from SNW there waiting for me. In his hands he held an envelope. He gave it to me and bid me farewell... but when I opened it, I immediately became enraged. I had been fired... banned from any SNW event and even mocked in the letter. I threw down the papers and vowed revenge. The idiots who are the Sports Nutz had fired me and mocked me in a letter that could only be described as childish, and yet it was also as if they were gloating a victory. I immediately recalled the first attack... and then the second. The pieces fell into place and I had my answers.
The Sports Nutz, attacked me, and tried to end my career... an act that is not forgivable. But instead of doing what other people might have done, I sat back and watched. I waited for an opprotunity to present itself and thats when I decided to play with them a little bit. Defacing any banners they had strewn up to make themselves feel better, and then openly threating them with physical harm. But I never specified who or when... so I know they sat around and tried to figure it out for the longest time. Failing obviously, because they didn't expect that I'd ever show up again. But I waited for the big PPV night and I drove a nice new rented Hummer... a vehicle that nobody would ever see me in besides then, and I proceeded to wait for their weakest and yet most powerful link to go to his limo. As I watched that door close, I went blank, and the last thing I remember before slamming into him was my foot mashing the pedal. That was merely step one.....
Now here we are, a few weeks later and I've been given what I was after since they tried to take me out. I get my chance to rip their heads from their bodies and flaunt them like trophies. But there's an extra added bonus... I get help. Help in the shape of the Tag Team Champions. Wench and Gory will be there to massacre those punks along with me. I know they also want to get their hands on those morons... and now that Wench is so filled with rage that she's about to burst and destroy anything in her path, things will be all the more fun. The thing about it is... when you're trying to take over and be the top dogs... you better be able to either get the best there is to back you up... or you better be able to beat those that are the supposed best there is. Sports Nutz... you've never been the best at anything, you're glorified jobbers... the Barry Horrowitz of tag team wrestling. Sure theres a few nice marks on your record... but for the most part, even YOU would like to forget about your history.
Well, make no mistakes, when I'm done with you useless wastes of flesh and bone... and fat in Dunpork's case. Not only will your history be wiped away... but so will your futures. I'm going to do everything I can to demolish anything that makes you noticeable. The Sports Nutz will be put on ice and then layed to rest like a forgotten dream.. or rather nightmare. You've paraded around and embarrassed the wrestling world long enough and now its time to finish you sorry sons of bitches off once and for all. You thought you'd be slick and try to put down the biggest name you've got in this company... but you've failed. And now, the sand in your hourglass has finally ran out. At Guy's Night Out, you will sweat... you will bleed... and you will cry....but at the end of the night you'll just be another bunch of corpses strewn across my path of destruction, left for the vultures and maggots. This may not be what you had in mind when you tried to finish me off... but now, you have nobody to blame eachother... and remember, you brought this on yourselves.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Your Souls are Mine.
Death is coming and there is No Escape...!"[/b]
Reaper starts to laugh sadistically as the camera pans to the moon and zooms in and fades to black with nothing but Reaper's laughter being heard as the scene fades.
