Post by Scott Slayer on Sept 29, 2018 19:11:58 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is holding his handheld camera in front of a brick wall outside in Detroit, wearing a hoodie with black cargo pants and black and red shoes.
Scott Slayer looks at the camera with a stern look on his face.
Scott Slayer: Sunday July 23, 1967 in this very city began a riot. Not just any riot, a rebellion. It was against the injustice of the crooked police. The people who were said they stood by us. They said they cared for us. Everyone saw through the lies. We broke windows, robbed stores, set places on fire because that fire was lit up in our souls. Just like it is right now. On my battlefield, a riot will start. At WAR a rebellion will begin. I was being hindered and poisoned by the snakes here at WCF. But not for long. If you think that I’m dangerous now, you haven’t seen anything. You’ve only scratched the surface of what I’m capable of. I don’t care who’s in the match. I don’t care if you’re my best friend or my worst enemy, you will fall. I’m gunning down everyone. I have a bullet with everyone’s name on it. Estrella Luiz, that naive cretin is getting shot. James Wolf, are you a wolf or a lapdog? I admit you pinned me, for three seconds. A real win is when you’re opponent doesn’t ever get up again! A win is when you’re opponent is bleeding down on the mat, knocked unconscious to the point where he’s about to die, you want to know how I know that is because I had to survive here in this cold city. I had to lie, I had to cheat, steal, fight just to make it back to my house. I was lucky if I could wake up the next morning, and if I did I had to do it all over again. Then Amos, the African Prince who says that I’m a coward, that I’m a punk, a punk is someone who can’t stand face to face with someone. You say that I’m a coward for turning the lights off and attacking you, it’s not my fault you’re guard was down. I learned that from you’re bitching ways when you attacked me from behind after our match. All I did was return the favor. I leveled the playing field here. You’re acting like it’s against the rules, there aren’t any rules here. This is a life or death, a kill or be killed world. As soon as you enter the ring I will be there. As long as I’m alive I will make sure that I will hunt you until Hell freezes over, and then we will fight on the ice. Then, there’s another guy I’m looking out for, his name is Marlboro Man. But he doesn’t act like a man. You didn’t last 10 seconds in the ring with me. You said that I should learn from my mistake but you made a mistake too, getting in the ring with me. Then Quinton Cross? You sound like a male prostitute. What’s your finisher, the selling ass technique? You say that you were on the streets selling drugs, I was on the streets killing men with bare hands. So if you want to talk about the streets, homie I am the street, and you’re going to see Then, Odin and Bonnie Blue are in the main event for the WCF championship. I don’t care who wins between you two all I know is that at ONE I will be the last ONE standing while either one of you are knocked unconscious and your heart isn’t breathing anymore because that is how much I want this, that is how much I want to become champion and no one is going to stop me from from reaching my height, my potential. This isn’t the new era bullshit era, this is the Slaying era. As long as Scott Slayer is still standing, IT’S TIME TO SLAY. While you all bring your weapons, you all bring your shields, I have my soldiers ready for WAR.
While saying that last sentence, Scott winks at the camera, hinting at something. He grabs a can of black spray paint and spray paints the brick wall saying, “It’s Time For WAR.”
Scott Slayer looks at the camera with a stern look on his face.
Scott Slayer: Sunday July 23, 1967 in this very city began a riot. Not just any riot, a rebellion. It was against the injustice of the crooked police. The people who were said they stood by us. They said they cared for us. Everyone saw through the lies. We broke windows, robbed stores, set places on fire because that fire was lit up in our souls. Just like it is right now. On my battlefield, a riot will start. At WAR a rebellion will begin. I was being hindered and poisoned by the snakes here at WCF. But not for long. If you think that I’m dangerous now, you haven’t seen anything. You’ve only scratched the surface of what I’m capable of. I don’t care who’s in the match. I don’t care if you’re my best friend or my worst enemy, you will fall. I’m gunning down everyone. I have a bullet with everyone’s name on it. Estrella Luiz, that naive cretin is getting shot. James Wolf, are you a wolf or a lapdog? I admit you pinned me, for three seconds. A real win is when you’re opponent doesn’t ever get up again! A win is when you’re opponent is bleeding down on the mat, knocked unconscious to the point where he’s about to die, you want to know how I know that is because I had to survive here in this cold city. I had to lie, I had to cheat, steal, fight just to make it back to my house. I was lucky if I could wake up the next morning, and if I did I had to do it all over again. Then Amos, the African Prince who says that I’m a coward, that I’m a punk, a punk is someone who can’t stand face to face with someone. You say that I’m a coward for turning the lights off and attacking you, it’s not my fault you’re guard was down. I learned that from you’re bitching ways when you attacked me from behind after our match. All I did was return the favor. I leveled the playing field here. You’re acting like it’s against the rules, there aren’t any rules here. This is a life or death, a kill or be killed world. As soon as you enter the ring I will be there. As long as I’m alive I will make sure that I will hunt you until Hell freezes over, and then we will fight on the ice. Then, there’s another guy I’m looking out for, his name is Marlboro Man. But he doesn’t act like a man. You didn’t last 10 seconds in the ring with me. You said that I should learn from my mistake but you made a mistake too, getting in the ring with me. Then Quinton Cross? You sound like a male prostitute. What’s your finisher, the selling ass technique? You say that you were on the streets selling drugs, I was on the streets killing men with bare hands. So if you want to talk about the streets, homie I am the street, and you’re going to see Then, Odin and Bonnie Blue are in the main event for the WCF championship. I don’t care who wins between you two all I know is that at ONE I will be the last ONE standing while either one of you are knocked unconscious and your heart isn’t breathing anymore because that is how much I want this, that is how much I want to become champion and no one is going to stop me from from reaching my height, my potential. This isn’t the new era bullshit era, this is the Slaying era. As long as Scott Slayer is still standing, IT’S TIME TO SLAY. While you all bring your weapons, you all bring your shields, I have my soldiers ready for WAR.
While saying that last sentence, Scott winks at the camera, hinting at something. He grabs a can of black spray paint and spray paints the brick wall saying, “It’s Time For WAR.”
