Post by Scott Slayer on Oct 21, 2018 21:13:54 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is seen talking with one of the show writers in his in ring gear, running a little late.
Scott Slayer is tired from running in the building to talk to the writers.
Scott Slayer: Hold up. Ok, sorry man.
Writer: Sorry for being late?
Scott Slayer: Hell no, sorry for not telling you I was going to be a little late.
Writer: A little, you were supposed to be here three hours ago!
Scott Slayer: I run on my time prick. In fact I’m running early on my time. Relax, if you were where I was, you wouldn’t have thought about anything else.
Writer: Where were you?
Scott Slayer: At the strip club.
Writer: There aren’t any strip clubs open in the day time.
Scott Slayer: Tell that to the girls in my house.
Writer: What the- ok whatever. After you calling us out for not putting you on Slam, we have you a match. Here’s your opponent.
Scott Slayer: Who the fuck is this? El Gran Ariana Grande Dick De Plate Gigantic Orgasm Behemoth? Even his name is terrible. I want to go up against top notch wrestlers not bastards who I always beat easily. I mean like why do you even work here? You’re obviously high when you make matches. You’re up in the clouds when you make matches.
Writer: I-I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-
Scott Slayer: You didn’t mean to what? Make a fool out of me by having me fight pieces of shit!? Or by having me lose credibility and bringing my stock down!?
Scott Slayer starts getting angrier as his arrogance turns into frustration.
Scott Slayer: You had me fight a freaking prince, a wolf, a cowboy, my no good, piece of shit, drunk bastard boss, and now this asshole that no one has even heard about. I’m not a low card guy. I am not a show opener, I am a main-eventer. You know what fuck that, I am the main event. Fans pay to see me, they want to be me, they care about when and how I’m going to slay my next opponent. Now I’m a guy who only loves the sport and not the money involved. I could wrestle for a thousand dollars or nothing, I bust my ass every night because I love this. But, people like you, Corey, Jayson, are ruining the sport with your stupid, and insane backstage politics, to the point where it’s affecting me and everyone else in this company. This company is bringing me down, and if I was a quitter, if I was someone who just leaves and gives up when it gets hard, then I would quit, and I would go reach my full potential somewhere else. But, I’m not like everyone else who quits. The only thing keeping me here, is my passion for wrestling. El Gran Grandma Grandad- whatever his name is, you tell him that I’m in no mood for his games and antics. If he thought that I was dangerous when I was calm, he should see me when I’m pissed off, especially, about something I care about. I’m going to make sure that he can’t walk out at all from that ring. I’m going to beat him up, down, side to side, he’ll wish that he didn’t agree to face me. I will make sure he isn’t breathing, his heart isn’t pumping, that he looks like he’s gone through Hell. Which he will in the ring with me. I’m a very, very, dangerous and deadly man, I have committed more sins than the Devil himself. I have a trail of dead bodies and I’m adding the Behemoth to that trail. I’m adding him to the list of people that have left this world. As for you, if you keep doing this kinda stuff to me, I’ll make sure that this whole company burns down, with you and any other company son of a bitch inside of it. Don’t make me talk to you again. Behemoth, I’ll see you in Hell.
Scott Slayer is tired from running in the building to talk to the writers.
Scott Slayer: Hold up. Ok, sorry man.
Writer: Sorry for being late?
Scott Slayer: Hell no, sorry for not telling you I was going to be a little late.
Writer: A little, you were supposed to be here three hours ago!
Scott Slayer: I run on my time prick. In fact I’m running early on my time. Relax, if you were where I was, you wouldn’t have thought about anything else.
Writer: Where were you?
Scott Slayer: At the strip club.
Writer: There aren’t any strip clubs open in the day time.
Scott Slayer: Tell that to the girls in my house.
Writer: What the- ok whatever. After you calling us out for not putting you on Slam, we have you a match. Here’s your opponent.
Scott Slayer: Who the fuck is this? El Gran Ariana Grande Dick De Plate Gigantic Orgasm Behemoth? Even his name is terrible. I want to go up against top notch wrestlers not bastards who I always beat easily. I mean like why do you even work here? You’re obviously high when you make matches. You’re up in the clouds when you make matches.
Writer: I-I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-
Scott Slayer: You didn’t mean to what? Make a fool out of me by having me fight pieces of shit!? Or by having me lose credibility and bringing my stock down!?
Scott Slayer starts getting angrier as his arrogance turns into frustration.
Scott Slayer: You had me fight a freaking prince, a wolf, a cowboy, my no good, piece of shit, drunk bastard boss, and now this asshole that no one has even heard about. I’m not a low card guy. I am not a show opener, I am a main-eventer. You know what fuck that, I am the main event. Fans pay to see me, they want to be me, they care about when and how I’m going to slay my next opponent. Now I’m a guy who only loves the sport and not the money involved. I could wrestle for a thousand dollars or nothing, I bust my ass every night because I love this. But, people like you, Corey, Jayson, are ruining the sport with your stupid, and insane backstage politics, to the point where it’s affecting me and everyone else in this company. This company is bringing me down, and if I was a quitter, if I was someone who just leaves and gives up when it gets hard, then I would quit, and I would go reach my full potential somewhere else. But, I’m not like everyone else who quits. The only thing keeping me here, is my passion for wrestling. El Gran Grandma Grandad- whatever his name is, you tell him that I’m in no mood for his games and antics. If he thought that I was dangerous when I was calm, he should see me when I’m pissed off, especially, about something I care about. I’m going to make sure that he can’t walk out at all from that ring. I’m going to beat him up, down, side to side, he’ll wish that he didn’t agree to face me. I will make sure he isn’t breathing, his heart isn’t pumping, that he looks like he’s gone through Hell. Which he will in the ring with me. I’m a very, very, dangerous and deadly man, I have committed more sins than the Devil himself. I have a trail of dead bodies and I’m adding the Behemoth to that trail. I’m adding him to the list of people that have left this world. As for you, if you keep doing this kinda stuff to me, I’ll make sure that this whole company burns down, with you and any other company son of a bitch inside of it. Don’t make me talk to you again. Behemoth, I’ll see you in Hell.
