Post by Reaper on May 23, 2008 17:10:14 GMT -6
We open to Soul Reaper standing in front of an old poster of his. He looks at it, the picture of him holding a couple of title belts with his long black hooded coat, demented glazed over expression, a blazing inferno for the background and the caption reading, "Your Soul is Mine!" He turns toward the camera and speaks.
"Emo Kid, for once, somebody has told you the truth about me. All the stories of me being the most feared wrestler and roping in hatred and fear are quite true. But then the Hellspawn induced seduction of deceit waves it ugly head. Fan propaganda? Maybe you're just dumb enough to believe that crap, or maybe you've just lost some functionality in that brain of yours due to blood loss from cutting yourself over the years, but heres a newsflash. Your mentor, the one you chose to help you break into this company and lead your ignorant ass around has been the jealous one. He's always hated me because I was able to be everything he wasn't. Never once, was he the most feared. He was never a great.. or even GOOD champion, and he was never truely a leader to anybody other than his brother. But since you're young and dumb, I'll let that bit of ignorance go. After all, the guy dwarfs you and probably thinks of you as the little gay brother he never had.
The sad part is, you think I'm jealous of a guy who've I've made look foolish in every fed we've ever wound up in together. He's like a 5th rate Vampiro in giant size. Whats even more pathetic is that you think I'm jealous of the rest of you hacks. Venom? A name that I haven't heard since the lame ass FCW days...where I might add, I never saw him do a damn thing. Hannah? who the hell is she? Some nobody from nowhere. And then you? Some little punk ass fairy boy thats wears asshugger pants and cuts yourself because you have nothing better to do with your time other than sit in a corner and cry over nothing. Get a life, kid. You can wear all the black, all the fingernail polish, all the hair dye, and cut yourself all day if you want. You'll never be anything more than a waste of life. I've said it a million times over, I don't care if you're not afraid of me. It doesn't matter how hardcore or rough you think you are, you're gonna get put down like a sick dog and when its over you're either going to hate me or respect me.
As far as siding with people I hate... well it seems to be a double edged sword because me and your teacher there... aren't the closest of pals either. Besides, how can I take orders from somebody who consistently shows how beneath me he is. At least with the ones I sided with, I know that nobody has a complex, and if they get one I'll remedy it rather quickly. What bothers me about this the most is, you dumb punks from my generation that can't see themselves as being anything more than a lackey. Here you are listening to Hellspawn tell you what to do instead of punching him in the face and telling him to kiss your ass. And if you ever think you're going to receive a shot at greatness, then you better hope he goes on vacation, because all of that hard work, he'll take the credit for. Leaving you there in his shadow, mocking you to your face.
Now, Emo Kid, you're pushing me to my sanities limit. You don't want to see the old me come back, because I can assure you that anything you've ever seen, done, or heard about, is nowhere near as dangerous and unstable as the dark menacing Soul Reaper. Boy, you're already nowhere near my league, and if my old habits start up again, you can bet your soul that your time in this business will be short lived. You will be dismantled and thrown away like the trash that you are. You and your buddies will all soon feel the wrath I possess. You want to call me a sellout, spit and piss on my pictures and talk like a big man? Well congratulations Emo Kid, you've just singed your own death certificate. And when Onslaught goes on the air, this Soul Reaper will be there to collect. Can you feel the chill in the air... the butterflies in your stomach little man? Are you really prepared for the pain that I'm going to dish out to you? Your time is drawing close to an end Kid, and its time for you dance with the Reaper... get ready for a hell the likes of which you've only had nightmares about, because Soul Reaper is coming for you and your soul... and be careful what you wish for... I'll see you real soon."[/color]
Soul Reaper looks at the camera with the same glazed over expression that is on the poster as he begins to laugh maniacally as the shot starts to cut out and then fade to black.
"Emo Kid, for once, somebody has told you the truth about me. All the stories of me being the most feared wrestler and roping in hatred and fear are quite true. But then the Hellspawn induced seduction of deceit waves it ugly head. Fan propaganda? Maybe you're just dumb enough to believe that crap, or maybe you've just lost some functionality in that brain of yours due to blood loss from cutting yourself over the years, but heres a newsflash. Your mentor, the one you chose to help you break into this company and lead your ignorant ass around has been the jealous one. He's always hated me because I was able to be everything he wasn't. Never once, was he the most feared. He was never a great.. or even GOOD champion, and he was never truely a leader to anybody other than his brother. But since you're young and dumb, I'll let that bit of ignorance go. After all, the guy dwarfs you and probably thinks of you as the little gay brother he never had.
The sad part is, you think I'm jealous of a guy who've I've made look foolish in every fed we've ever wound up in together. He's like a 5th rate Vampiro in giant size. Whats even more pathetic is that you think I'm jealous of the rest of you hacks. Venom? A name that I haven't heard since the lame ass FCW days...where I might add, I never saw him do a damn thing. Hannah? who the hell is she? Some nobody from nowhere. And then you? Some little punk ass fairy boy thats wears asshugger pants and cuts yourself because you have nothing better to do with your time other than sit in a corner and cry over nothing. Get a life, kid. You can wear all the black, all the fingernail polish, all the hair dye, and cut yourself all day if you want. You'll never be anything more than a waste of life. I've said it a million times over, I don't care if you're not afraid of me. It doesn't matter how hardcore or rough you think you are, you're gonna get put down like a sick dog and when its over you're either going to hate me or respect me.
As far as siding with people I hate... well it seems to be a double edged sword because me and your teacher there... aren't the closest of pals either. Besides, how can I take orders from somebody who consistently shows how beneath me he is. At least with the ones I sided with, I know that nobody has a complex, and if they get one I'll remedy it rather quickly. What bothers me about this the most is, you dumb punks from my generation that can't see themselves as being anything more than a lackey. Here you are listening to Hellspawn tell you what to do instead of punching him in the face and telling him to kiss your ass. And if you ever think you're going to receive a shot at greatness, then you better hope he goes on vacation, because all of that hard work, he'll take the credit for. Leaving you there in his shadow, mocking you to your face.
Now, Emo Kid, you're pushing me to my sanities limit. You don't want to see the old me come back, because I can assure you that anything you've ever seen, done, or heard about, is nowhere near as dangerous and unstable as the dark menacing Soul Reaper. Boy, you're already nowhere near my league, and if my old habits start up again, you can bet your soul that your time in this business will be short lived. You will be dismantled and thrown away like the trash that you are. You and your buddies will all soon feel the wrath I possess. You want to call me a sellout, spit and piss on my pictures and talk like a big man? Well congratulations Emo Kid, you've just singed your own death certificate. And when Onslaught goes on the air, this Soul Reaper will be there to collect. Can you feel the chill in the air... the butterflies in your stomach little man? Are you really prepared for the pain that I'm going to dish out to you? Your time is drawing close to an end Kid, and its time for you dance with the Reaper... get ready for a hell the likes of which you've only had nightmares about, because Soul Reaper is coming for you and your soul... and be careful what you wish for... I'll see you real soon."[/color]
Soul Reaper looks at the camera with the same glazed over expression that is on the poster as he begins to laugh maniacally as the shot starts to cut out and then fade to black.
