Post by Reaper on May 12, 2008 12:46:48 GMT -6
The scene opens to Soul Reaper sitting in his lockerroom, an icepack on head, still feeling the effects of the DDT on the barbwire bat. He has a sadistic grin on his face, though, as if he's happy with the events that have taken place. He looks up to the camera and puts the icepack down beside him.
Every once in awhile, you just have to look back and realize that even the underdog can have his day. Hellspawn, you have done something that a lot of people would never... EVER give you credit for. You've beaten, basically, a whole company in one night and walked away with its prize. Some would call that impressive, but not me. The reason I don't hand you some sort of accolades is because, well, I've been there and done that. It doesn't impress me at all. As a matter of fact, I would chalk it all up to you having some pretty good luck and a lot of help on your side. Its good to see that you... AS ALWAYS... are in need of others to help carry you to the top, because lets face it, you can't get the job done on your own. How many companies have you and I seen together now? This makes four now doesn't it. Wow, four companies and four groups that you've NEEDED to help build your career. In FCW, I was there to help you out, I even helped create the name. Then it was P2PW, where you came under MY wing and I helped you again. UHW was more recent and I was there to TAKE you out everytime you came across me. You're silly group there was holding you back because they didn't have strong enough support from the people involved to get anything done. Now here we are in SNW, and you have gathered a collection of people that you need to help you out. The only problem with it is that I'm not a part of it Spawn... and you know what the inevitability is. Anybody can have a good night Spawn, you've proven that, but how long does your luck last? Not long if they give me a crack, and you know it.
But, you're off the hook for Onslaught, because you lucked out and got into a tag match. As for your follower Emo Kid.... ok, what the hell kind of name is that? Emo Kid? What, is this kid going to sit in the corner and cry about his life, while threatening to end it all, only to be seen the next day in tight, faggy pants and wild ass hair to gain attention? Emo Kid, You were one of the first people I saw in this company, and I tossed you out of the battle royal like the waste that you are. Now, you're going to try and fight me and I'll be fair, I'll try to dumb my skills down to let you LOOK like you have a shot. But when it comes down to it, you're just going to end up in a heap of flesh and bones in the middle of the ring as I destroy you. You see, you chose the wrong mentor, Hellspawn can't teach you... you're just his pawn, so good luck learning anything other than running away or gang fighting because he can't do things one on one.
Now I noticed your little toast, and I had to laugh. First off, Hellspawn a future legend? Perhaps in some alternate universe where that sort of status isn't judged on merit. And him carrying the company? Again, yeah until he actually has to defend that belt, then you may as well bank on it being handed to his opponent on a silver platter. The rest of it was pretty good too, I mean Venom and Hannah, while obviously being sick and twisted, aren't the biggest fish in this pond. All of you are being played for fools, but I'll let time show you the way. My job is to merely beat which ever of you unlucky bastards winds up sitting across from me in that ring. No more, no less, its just a fight to me. And boy, if you think I'm new to this game, then you may want to ask around. If you want to talk about legends, then look no further. Soul Reaper is a world wide phenomenon, a living legend, and the most feared person in this business. Emo, I'm ready for all that you've got, and I already know that its not much, so do your worst, son. But don't be surprised when you get rolled out of there on a stretcher.
Onslaught will be your first real taste of what the big time is. You can fight until you can't stand, but I guarantee that what you've got will never be enough to take me out. You're going to laid to rest and then I'll move onto my next victim. One by one you will all fall to Soul Reaper and that is the cold, hard truth. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust... Death is coming, and there is No Escape."[/color]
Reaper lets out a low laugh and then waves the camera man away as he takes the icepack and puts it to his head and lays down on the bench as we slowly fade to black.
Every once in awhile, you just have to look back and realize that even the underdog can have his day. Hellspawn, you have done something that a lot of people would never... EVER give you credit for. You've beaten, basically, a whole company in one night and walked away with its prize. Some would call that impressive, but not me. The reason I don't hand you some sort of accolades is because, well, I've been there and done that. It doesn't impress me at all. As a matter of fact, I would chalk it all up to you having some pretty good luck and a lot of help on your side. Its good to see that you... AS ALWAYS... are in need of others to help carry you to the top, because lets face it, you can't get the job done on your own. How many companies have you and I seen together now? This makes four now doesn't it. Wow, four companies and four groups that you've NEEDED to help build your career. In FCW, I was there to help you out, I even helped create the name. Then it was P2PW, where you came under MY wing and I helped you again. UHW was more recent and I was there to TAKE you out everytime you came across me. You're silly group there was holding you back because they didn't have strong enough support from the people involved to get anything done. Now here we are in SNW, and you have gathered a collection of people that you need to help you out. The only problem with it is that I'm not a part of it Spawn... and you know what the inevitability is. Anybody can have a good night Spawn, you've proven that, but how long does your luck last? Not long if they give me a crack, and you know it.
But, you're off the hook for Onslaught, because you lucked out and got into a tag match. As for your follower Emo Kid.... ok, what the hell kind of name is that? Emo Kid? What, is this kid going to sit in the corner and cry about his life, while threatening to end it all, only to be seen the next day in tight, faggy pants and wild ass hair to gain attention? Emo Kid, You were one of the first people I saw in this company, and I tossed you out of the battle royal like the waste that you are. Now, you're going to try and fight me and I'll be fair, I'll try to dumb my skills down to let you LOOK like you have a shot. But when it comes down to it, you're just going to end up in a heap of flesh and bones in the middle of the ring as I destroy you. You see, you chose the wrong mentor, Hellspawn can't teach you... you're just his pawn, so good luck learning anything other than running away or gang fighting because he can't do things one on one.
Now I noticed your little toast, and I had to laugh. First off, Hellspawn a future legend? Perhaps in some alternate universe where that sort of status isn't judged on merit. And him carrying the company? Again, yeah until he actually has to defend that belt, then you may as well bank on it being handed to his opponent on a silver platter. The rest of it was pretty good too, I mean Venom and Hannah, while obviously being sick and twisted, aren't the biggest fish in this pond. All of you are being played for fools, but I'll let time show you the way. My job is to merely beat which ever of you unlucky bastards winds up sitting across from me in that ring. No more, no less, its just a fight to me. And boy, if you think I'm new to this game, then you may want to ask around. If you want to talk about legends, then look no further. Soul Reaper is a world wide phenomenon, a living legend, and the most feared person in this business. Emo, I'm ready for all that you've got, and I already know that its not much, so do your worst, son. But don't be surprised when you get rolled out of there on a stretcher.
Onslaught will be your first real taste of what the big time is. You can fight until you can't stand, but I guarantee that what you've got will never be enough to take me out. You're going to laid to rest and then I'll move onto my next victim. One by one you will all fall to Soul Reaper and that is the cold, hard truth. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust... Death is coming, and there is No Escape."[/color]
Reaper lets out a low laugh and then waves the camera man away as he takes the icepack and puts it to his head and lays down on the bench as we slowly fade to black.
