Post by Reaper on Sept 22, 2010 18:45:08 GMT -6
A brick wall shows up on the screen that says "McCommas Bluff Sanitary Landfill." We cut to another part of the landfill and we see junk and trash everywhere with tractors and bulldozers and trucks all working and trying to move it. Reaper is seen looking on as the junk gets moved from one vehicle to another and moved to its spot in the landfill. We cut to a closer shot of Reaper as he begins to speak.
"You see this... this is all I can think about when I hear of the Destruction Crew. Why? Because it sums them up perfectly. This place is filthy, full of shit and garbage, and is only good for knowing where the trash is. Look at this place and tell me that the Destruction Crew don't fit in. Those guys live to over indulge in alcohol, food, and stupidity. These guys are the reason why the rest of the world hate us. Drunken, obnoxious assholes that constantly go out of their ways to show people they have more than what they need and then waste the excess. All of that excess winds up here. Beer bottles, take out containers, sloppy gooey food items strewn about... its disgusting. But those guys live in filth just like this all year around and think nothing of it. They don't do a damn thing to try and attain the heights that I think they could get to because they don't apply themselves and work harder to be the best. They just go by their size and alleged strength advantages and figure that THAT will be enough. But theres far more to the wrestling business than just size and strength.
Lets take a little example here. My partner Tyler is quite a bit bigger than I am, but should he and I ever get into a fight, I've got more knowlege and skill to tie him into a bow too cool him off. And thats what I bring to the table. I've got all the skill, all the talent, and all of the ability in the world to show our opponents why the Perfect World is no joke anymore. Hell look at Tyler again.. did you see how he jumped at the Destruction Crew for being nothing more than a couple of punks out on a leisurely game of Disc Golf. Instead of going out of their way to get ready for another opprotunity at holding the Texas Tag Team championships... they're out screwing around being stupid at a park. And people can argue that it was just one day, but thats where they'd be wrong. The Destruction Crew just sit around stuffing their bloated faces and drinking themselves into oblivion.. thats their ritual. Thats how they prepare for EVERYTHING. So when it comes to wrestling against them, I don't fear what they can do to me in the ring. The only thing I fear is that one or all of them will drop dead of a heart attack during my match. We'd need a fleet of forklifts to get those fatasses out of the building, and then what? I guess we just stuff your asses in a giant Chinese take out box and throw you out here in this landfill with the rest of the trash. It'd be a poetic ending I think, resting peacefully among the trash that you mostly produced in the area.
Its sad though, really, because I've noticed a trend in this company when it comes to referring to their opponents. Everybody just automatically assumes their opponent is a nobody thats done nothing substantial and is never a threat.. I take my current opponents as an example here. All they ever do is screw around and think of people as just another random guy or group thats just their for them to beat up on and walk away from. But you see, I'm not nor have I ever been just a random person. Even Tyler has learned to recognize me for what I am. I am one of the most dangerous people in SNW.. in wrestling today. I've won titles everywhere I've gone... I've been inducted into a Hall of Fame. I've done more in 7 years than most of you have done in your whole life. I'm a born winner... a born champion and somebody that is above having to come out to a landfill to equate my opponent to the trash that sits here. The only difference is, unlike those who just blow off things they think they're above, I'll do it to drive my point home. Do you really think I, argueably the most decorated champion in this company, HAS to come out here to the dump and tell people that the Destruction Crew is garbage and should be treated as such? No. I don't. I came out here because quite frankly, its the best way to get to know my opponent without trying to follow in their filthy, horrible footsteps taking notes. Watching those useless bastards fester in filth then throw a tantrum in a buffet, followed by getting into a drunken bar fight in some dive makes me sick... and you ignorant people... all of you people get behind them as your anti heroes.
But why? This landfill, in all of its disgusting and vile glory is actually a step up for those morons. I've seen homeless people that have better social graces than those clowns and yet you sheep sit there and let these guys speak for you. There, you see that old decaying, used diaper there... thats is more sanitary than the Destruction Crew, and yet you ignorant fans will still try to shake these mens hands. These men don't deserve to be in contention for the tag team championships again. They don't deserve to represent the SNW as competitors. They don't even deserve to be called human beings. They are scum... they are less than the cock roaches that I'm sure infest most of your homes.. I hold a dung beetle in higher regard than I do the Destruction Crew and at the next Onslaught you'll see that when it comes to Reaper... you should do better than playing Disc Golf and being idiots to prepare. I'm going to twist you big bastards into so many ways that you'll look like a balloon animal. I'll make you scream out in pain so much that after awhile it'll sound like an opera. And all the while, I'll have a smile on my face as I watch you suffer... this is no game... no joke.
Me and Tyler, we're going to be the next number one contender for the tag titles, and soon... we'll hold those belts. The Perfect World is going to be paved in gold... but before that, we have to run its streets red with the blood of those who don't belong. Destruction Crew, you're just another in a long list of people who don't belong, and at this Onslaught, you're going to be throw you in the trash with the rest of your kind. So get ready for a night of pain and torment guys, because if you think your future holds anything other than that, you're delusional. Get ready for a beating guys... we'll see you in the ring."
The shot ends with Reaper giving his evil smile and we switch shots as another truck comes in to dump in some more garbage into the pile as we slowly fade to black.
"You see this... this is all I can think about when I hear of the Destruction Crew. Why? Because it sums them up perfectly. This place is filthy, full of shit and garbage, and is only good for knowing where the trash is. Look at this place and tell me that the Destruction Crew don't fit in. Those guys live to over indulge in alcohol, food, and stupidity. These guys are the reason why the rest of the world hate us. Drunken, obnoxious assholes that constantly go out of their ways to show people they have more than what they need and then waste the excess. All of that excess winds up here. Beer bottles, take out containers, sloppy gooey food items strewn about... its disgusting. But those guys live in filth just like this all year around and think nothing of it. They don't do a damn thing to try and attain the heights that I think they could get to because they don't apply themselves and work harder to be the best. They just go by their size and alleged strength advantages and figure that THAT will be enough. But theres far more to the wrestling business than just size and strength.
Lets take a little example here. My partner Tyler is quite a bit bigger than I am, but should he and I ever get into a fight, I've got more knowlege and skill to tie him into a bow too cool him off. And thats what I bring to the table. I've got all the skill, all the talent, and all of the ability in the world to show our opponents why the Perfect World is no joke anymore. Hell look at Tyler again.. did you see how he jumped at the Destruction Crew for being nothing more than a couple of punks out on a leisurely game of Disc Golf. Instead of going out of their way to get ready for another opprotunity at holding the Texas Tag Team championships... they're out screwing around being stupid at a park. And people can argue that it was just one day, but thats where they'd be wrong. The Destruction Crew just sit around stuffing their bloated faces and drinking themselves into oblivion.. thats their ritual. Thats how they prepare for EVERYTHING. So when it comes to wrestling against them, I don't fear what they can do to me in the ring. The only thing I fear is that one or all of them will drop dead of a heart attack during my match. We'd need a fleet of forklifts to get those fatasses out of the building, and then what? I guess we just stuff your asses in a giant Chinese take out box and throw you out here in this landfill with the rest of the trash. It'd be a poetic ending I think, resting peacefully among the trash that you mostly produced in the area.
Its sad though, really, because I've noticed a trend in this company when it comes to referring to their opponents. Everybody just automatically assumes their opponent is a nobody thats done nothing substantial and is never a threat.. I take my current opponents as an example here. All they ever do is screw around and think of people as just another random guy or group thats just their for them to beat up on and walk away from. But you see, I'm not nor have I ever been just a random person. Even Tyler has learned to recognize me for what I am. I am one of the most dangerous people in SNW.. in wrestling today. I've won titles everywhere I've gone... I've been inducted into a Hall of Fame. I've done more in 7 years than most of you have done in your whole life. I'm a born winner... a born champion and somebody that is above having to come out to a landfill to equate my opponent to the trash that sits here. The only difference is, unlike those who just blow off things they think they're above, I'll do it to drive my point home. Do you really think I, argueably the most decorated champion in this company, HAS to come out here to the dump and tell people that the Destruction Crew is garbage and should be treated as such? No. I don't. I came out here because quite frankly, its the best way to get to know my opponent without trying to follow in their filthy, horrible footsteps taking notes. Watching those useless bastards fester in filth then throw a tantrum in a buffet, followed by getting into a drunken bar fight in some dive makes me sick... and you ignorant people... all of you people get behind them as your anti heroes.
But why? This landfill, in all of its disgusting and vile glory is actually a step up for those morons. I've seen homeless people that have better social graces than those clowns and yet you sheep sit there and let these guys speak for you. There, you see that old decaying, used diaper there... thats is more sanitary than the Destruction Crew, and yet you ignorant fans will still try to shake these mens hands. These men don't deserve to be in contention for the tag team championships again. They don't deserve to represent the SNW as competitors. They don't even deserve to be called human beings. They are scum... they are less than the cock roaches that I'm sure infest most of your homes.. I hold a dung beetle in higher regard than I do the Destruction Crew and at the next Onslaught you'll see that when it comes to Reaper... you should do better than playing Disc Golf and being idiots to prepare. I'm going to twist you big bastards into so many ways that you'll look like a balloon animal. I'll make you scream out in pain so much that after awhile it'll sound like an opera. And all the while, I'll have a smile on my face as I watch you suffer... this is no game... no joke.
Me and Tyler, we're going to be the next number one contender for the tag titles, and soon... we'll hold those belts. The Perfect World is going to be paved in gold... but before that, we have to run its streets red with the blood of those who don't belong. Destruction Crew, you're just another in a long list of people who don't belong, and at this Onslaught, you're going to be throw you in the trash with the rest of your kind. So get ready for a night of pain and torment guys, because if you think your future holds anything other than that, you're delusional. Get ready for a beating guys... we'll see you in the ring."
The shot ends with Reaper giving his evil smile and we switch shots as another truck comes in to dump in some more garbage into the pile as we slowly fade to black.
