Post by Reaper on Aug 29, 2008 20:11:20 GMT -6
The shot opens up to a worn down building... the remnants or a once massive house. The ground lay barren, nothing but dirt and weeds. A dead tree stands off to the side, looking as if it will topple over any minute. The doorway darkens for a moment and out from behind the broken door Soul Reaper emerges.
"Many things come and many things go in this world. Sometimes something will come back after it has departed and it is as if nothing had ever changed. That isn't so with what happened with me. You see, when you catch a glimpse of the eyes of the people that tried to take you out for good, theres a connection. And when I saw the eyes of the sports nuts under those hoods, I couldn't help but feel the connection between us. They tried to hide themselves, but you can tell that they aren't exactly the best when it comes to being subtle or even mysterious. You can tell that by the way they talk... loud, obnoxious, overly proud... and even a little fearful. They knew that if I wasn't out of action for good that there would be hell to pay, so before I started in on the meat of the group, I decided to take out the easier target.. the one that puts himself above others even when he's nothing more than a low level lackey at best. With that little punk out of the way, it let me set my sights more on the muscle... if you even want to call them that. Hell you can't even call them brains... basically whats left is the fat and the stupid. Overall the Sports Nutz have nothing on me and they know that even if all 3 of them are nice and healthy, they STILL wouldn't be able to beat me. You could even spot them a couple of people and they probably still couldn't put me down. So that leaves me waiting to pick my shots on these little idiots. Their time is slowly coming to an end, and no matter how much they want to try to play it off, they're running scared. Luckily for them, this week isn't their week to get torn apart."[/color]
Reaper steps off the front porch, which creaks very loudly under his footsteps. As he makes his way down to the dirt that is the front yard, a wind blows hard and closes the shutters on the window very hard. It flies back with a loud crack before falling off the house completely
"This week, I team with a relative new comer to the ranks around here. Letham, who seems impressive, will be my partner for this go around, but one thing is for certain... proving himself to somebody like me will be a tough act. Like I said, he seems impressive. He has talent... but having talent and being able to actually put it together to win are two different things. I suppose as the veteran player, I should be here for guidance and counseling... but at the same time, I'd rather see what he can do on his own first before I step in. The way I see it, I'm here to tutor, not teach. He knows what he's doing and if he needs some tuning I'll step in and help, but aside from that, I have no responsibility for his well being. We all learn in our own ways, and theres no better way to learn than to make mistakes and see if you can fix them later. Letham, you and me, we could go together really well as a team under the right circumstances, but a the same time, we could easily fall apart and destroy eachother... to me its all the same. The point is, I'll do my part, and I'll expect you to do yours. Soul Reaper doesn't pull dead weight... he cuts his losses."[/color]
Another gust of wind blows and a tumble weed, that was once a bush in this yard, blows by. It hits off the tree and continues on its way. The dead tree's limbs sway for a moment before a branch breaks and dangles against the trunk.
"Xtreme Team, you get the pleasure of being lined up to face Letham and myself. Now, over the years the names have spread across the world in a few circles. You have done many things in the world of wrestling and thats always nice to see... but you have never faced me. And Syco Boy, just because you and I have never had words, bad feelings, or even so much as a minor discrepancy over small matters, that doesn't mean things are all fine with us. You've heard of me, you know what I've done, and you know how I operate. For myself, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Partners or no, I do things for me and my future. When we were part of a team, things didn't pan out well for you, but sadly, I wasn't shedding a tear. I took it in stride, as if you were never there to begin with, because theres no point in letting yourself get caught up in the emotions of allies being taken out. As far as I'm concerned, its a clean slate, like day one all over again. And when the bell sounds, you'll just be another opponent on the other side of the ring waiting to get a beating. I hope you're prepared for war, because thats whats coming."
The banister on the porch falls over and onto the dirt as Reaper just looks back and shakes is head.
"As you can see I'm bringing the house down... or rather its falling apart. At Onslaught it will be slightly different, because when I'm in that ring, I tear people apart. This week is going to be much of the same. Xtreme Team, say your prayers, because when you face Soul Reaper and Letham, you'll need the strength of gods to help you survive the punishment that is coming your way...I'll see you soon."[/color]
Reaper walks out of the shot as we are left to watch this old rickety house age for a few more seconds, before the camera zooms in on a window and fades to black.
"Many things come and many things go in this world. Sometimes something will come back after it has departed and it is as if nothing had ever changed. That isn't so with what happened with me. You see, when you catch a glimpse of the eyes of the people that tried to take you out for good, theres a connection. And when I saw the eyes of the sports nuts under those hoods, I couldn't help but feel the connection between us. They tried to hide themselves, but you can tell that they aren't exactly the best when it comes to being subtle or even mysterious. You can tell that by the way they talk... loud, obnoxious, overly proud... and even a little fearful. They knew that if I wasn't out of action for good that there would be hell to pay, so before I started in on the meat of the group, I decided to take out the easier target.. the one that puts himself above others even when he's nothing more than a low level lackey at best. With that little punk out of the way, it let me set my sights more on the muscle... if you even want to call them that. Hell you can't even call them brains... basically whats left is the fat and the stupid. Overall the Sports Nutz have nothing on me and they know that even if all 3 of them are nice and healthy, they STILL wouldn't be able to beat me. You could even spot them a couple of people and they probably still couldn't put me down. So that leaves me waiting to pick my shots on these little idiots. Their time is slowly coming to an end, and no matter how much they want to try to play it off, they're running scared. Luckily for them, this week isn't their week to get torn apart."[/color]
Reaper steps off the front porch, which creaks very loudly under his footsteps. As he makes his way down to the dirt that is the front yard, a wind blows hard and closes the shutters on the window very hard. It flies back with a loud crack before falling off the house completely
"This week, I team with a relative new comer to the ranks around here. Letham, who seems impressive, will be my partner for this go around, but one thing is for certain... proving himself to somebody like me will be a tough act. Like I said, he seems impressive. He has talent... but having talent and being able to actually put it together to win are two different things. I suppose as the veteran player, I should be here for guidance and counseling... but at the same time, I'd rather see what he can do on his own first before I step in. The way I see it, I'm here to tutor, not teach. He knows what he's doing and if he needs some tuning I'll step in and help, but aside from that, I have no responsibility for his well being. We all learn in our own ways, and theres no better way to learn than to make mistakes and see if you can fix them later. Letham, you and me, we could go together really well as a team under the right circumstances, but a the same time, we could easily fall apart and destroy eachother... to me its all the same. The point is, I'll do my part, and I'll expect you to do yours. Soul Reaper doesn't pull dead weight... he cuts his losses."[/color]
Another gust of wind blows and a tumble weed, that was once a bush in this yard, blows by. It hits off the tree and continues on its way. The dead tree's limbs sway for a moment before a branch breaks and dangles against the trunk.
"Xtreme Team, you get the pleasure of being lined up to face Letham and myself. Now, over the years the names have spread across the world in a few circles. You have done many things in the world of wrestling and thats always nice to see... but you have never faced me. And Syco Boy, just because you and I have never had words, bad feelings, or even so much as a minor discrepancy over small matters, that doesn't mean things are all fine with us. You've heard of me, you know what I've done, and you know how I operate. For myself, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Partners or no, I do things for me and my future. When we were part of a team, things didn't pan out well for you, but sadly, I wasn't shedding a tear. I took it in stride, as if you were never there to begin with, because theres no point in letting yourself get caught up in the emotions of allies being taken out. As far as I'm concerned, its a clean slate, like day one all over again. And when the bell sounds, you'll just be another opponent on the other side of the ring waiting to get a beating. I hope you're prepared for war, because thats whats coming."
The banister on the porch falls over and onto the dirt as Reaper just looks back and shakes is head.
"As you can see I'm bringing the house down... or rather its falling apart. At Onslaught it will be slightly different, because when I'm in that ring, I tear people apart. This week is going to be much of the same. Xtreme Team, say your prayers, because when you face Soul Reaper and Letham, you'll need the strength of gods to help you survive the punishment that is coming your way...I'll see you soon."[/color]
Reaper walks out of the shot as we are left to watch this old rickety house age for a few more seconds, before the camera zooms in on a window and fades to black.
