Post by Reaper on Jul 11, 2008 21:56:21 GMT -6
We open to blackness and an evil laugh, haunting the speakers. Slowly the shot fades in to see Soul Reaper laughing while in a very disturbing room sitting in a chair fixed with straps and a monitor near the wall. The monitor is playing some horrible scenes of destruction and suffering. Reaper wasn't strapped in though, obviously sitting in this room by choice. He stops watching the monitors and the laughter stops. A very chilling looks comes across his face as he begins to speak.
"Hellspawn, last week, after the match, I know the son of a bitch who attacked me is one of your friends. Now whomever that sorry person is, it really doesn't matter. because you've finished awakening the feelings I've kept hidden for the last few years. It dawned on me that perhaps I had become soft, and that maybe, you needed a reminder of just who exactly Soul Reaper is. Afterall, why deprive a few folks the pleasure of being around the most dangerous wrestler to ever grace the wrestling ring. So you see, I've been here reminding myself of where I came from and what I really am. Some of the really hardcore fans may recognize where I sit... and if they were really paying attention, they may even recognize what it is that I'm watching here. I know one person that will recognize this place in a heartbeat, whether or not you keep her from training with me Spawn. Wench, my partner, my creation.... You know full well what room this is and you also remember vividly the scenes on this monitor. I know you do.
Wench, it was only a matter of a few years ago that you were the one sitting in this very chair. Strapped into the chair with these restraints and forced into watching whatever it is that I chose to make you watch. So I chose the most disturbing and and terrifying collection I could find for you to... enjoy. And for weeks you sat here, not only having to watch this gruesome display here, but also have me hounding you day after day. Do you remember the feeling after the fear subsided? Do you remember how you felt for the first time, awakening to the new world I had just opened you up to? Let those memories flow.. The point is, that while I've still been better than most, I had simply lost myself and lost certain key aspects. In doing so, I became just ONE of the best and simply not THE best. Fact is, I should have been the first champion of this small time federation, but I didn't get the job done, because I was too busy doing appearances and being too friendly. I let my guard down and I was taken out, but the time has been slowly building since then and its counting down until I rectify that small problem and take my rightful spot at the top. All who stand in my way will be dealt with, in a more harsh way than they've seen.
On the upcoming Onslaught, a relatively new team has emerged and they will be trying to best Wench and myself. And while I've only briefly caught some of their matches, I can't say that I really care about these idiots. The Alley Ratz are nothing more than 2 upstart punks, that like to go around thinking they're going places. What they need is a reality check, and I will be serving as just that for those two unlucky bastards. Twitch and Eddy... which sounds like some stupid, Saturday morning, kids show are going to experience something that they've never seen before. That being pure and total domination. They are going to high fly their ways right into this wall of pain and they will then experience pain on a scale that they couldn't comprehend. And while I still can't train with my partner, we've known eachother for so long that it really doesn't matter. Hell I created her, so I know exactly what she'll be doing, and she's seen and been beaten by me enough times that she can pretty much tell what I'll be doing. This team, while flawed, is still more experienced than any other in this entire company, and whoever we are against in this little tournament is going to see that.
And Wench, while I don't know if you were involved, you will see that I don't care at this point, because all that matters to me is what happens in the official match. If some idiot wants to attack me from behind after I'm done destroying my opponent, so be it. Whoever sent that person out will be dealt with soon... and if you were involved, then you surely know the danger that you would be in. But you can see that I am truely myself once again, and in the end, somebody is going to pay dearly for trying to take me out. Whether it be Hellspawn, you Wench, some new comer, Emo Kid, or even Matt Margera himself, realize that one day you will be found out and after I dispose of your hired gun, you will be next in the crosshairs of Death Incarate. You've been warned..."[/color]
The look on Reaper's face doesn't change until he goes back to watching the horrific scenes on the monitor, and then an evil smile comes across his face as he seems to get lost in the scenes on the monitor. The shot slowly zooms out and fades to black.
"Hellspawn, last week, after the match, I know the son of a bitch who attacked me is one of your friends. Now whomever that sorry person is, it really doesn't matter. because you've finished awakening the feelings I've kept hidden for the last few years. It dawned on me that perhaps I had become soft, and that maybe, you needed a reminder of just who exactly Soul Reaper is. Afterall, why deprive a few folks the pleasure of being around the most dangerous wrestler to ever grace the wrestling ring. So you see, I've been here reminding myself of where I came from and what I really am. Some of the really hardcore fans may recognize where I sit... and if they were really paying attention, they may even recognize what it is that I'm watching here. I know one person that will recognize this place in a heartbeat, whether or not you keep her from training with me Spawn. Wench, my partner, my creation.... You know full well what room this is and you also remember vividly the scenes on this monitor. I know you do.
Wench, it was only a matter of a few years ago that you were the one sitting in this very chair. Strapped into the chair with these restraints and forced into watching whatever it is that I chose to make you watch. So I chose the most disturbing and and terrifying collection I could find for you to... enjoy. And for weeks you sat here, not only having to watch this gruesome display here, but also have me hounding you day after day. Do you remember the feeling after the fear subsided? Do you remember how you felt for the first time, awakening to the new world I had just opened you up to? Let those memories flow.. The point is, that while I've still been better than most, I had simply lost myself and lost certain key aspects. In doing so, I became just ONE of the best and simply not THE best. Fact is, I should have been the first champion of this small time federation, but I didn't get the job done, because I was too busy doing appearances and being too friendly. I let my guard down and I was taken out, but the time has been slowly building since then and its counting down until I rectify that small problem and take my rightful spot at the top. All who stand in my way will be dealt with, in a more harsh way than they've seen.
On the upcoming Onslaught, a relatively new team has emerged and they will be trying to best Wench and myself. And while I've only briefly caught some of their matches, I can't say that I really care about these idiots. The Alley Ratz are nothing more than 2 upstart punks, that like to go around thinking they're going places. What they need is a reality check, and I will be serving as just that for those two unlucky bastards. Twitch and Eddy... which sounds like some stupid, Saturday morning, kids show are going to experience something that they've never seen before. That being pure and total domination. They are going to high fly their ways right into this wall of pain and they will then experience pain on a scale that they couldn't comprehend. And while I still can't train with my partner, we've known eachother for so long that it really doesn't matter. Hell I created her, so I know exactly what she'll be doing, and she's seen and been beaten by me enough times that she can pretty much tell what I'll be doing. This team, while flawed, is still more experienced than any other in this entire company, and whoever we are against in this little tournament is going to see that.
And Wench, while I don't know if you were involved, you will see that I don't care at this point, because all that matters to me is what happens in the official match. If some idiot wants to attack me from behind after I'm done destroying my opponent, so be it. Whoever sent that person out will be dealt with soon... and if you were involved, then you surely know the danger that you would be in. But you can see that I am truely myself once again, and in the end, somebody is going to pay dearly for trying to take me out. Whether it be Hellspawn, you Wench, some new comer, Emo Kid, or even Matt Margera himself, realize that one day you will be found out and after I dispose of your hired gun, you will be next in the crosshairs of Death Incarate. You've been warned..."[/color]
The look on Reaper's face doesn't change until he goes back to watching the horrific scenes on the monitor, and then an evil smile comes across his face as he seems to get lost in the scenes on the monitor. The shot slowly zooms out and fades to black.
