Post by Scott Slayer on Jan 28, 2019 0:06:11 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Scott Slayer screaming and smashing objects at his house.
Scott Slayer is incensed at his losses at ONE and Slam. Scott Shadow then releases Scott Slayer from his possession.
Scott Slayer: Are you fucking kidding me?! You trapped me inside your body, go out drinking, get me a girlfriend who I don’t even know if I like, and then you have me lose at ONE against Kennedy!
Scott Slayer throws knives at Scott Shadow, but it doesn’t do anything as he’s a shadow.
Scott Shadow: Look I know that you’re upset, and you have every right to be. What I did was stupid and reckless. But, look it at through my eyes. For the first time ever, I could touch someone, people could see me. I could eat, drink, even kiss someone. I’ve finally felt human.
Scott Slayer: Hmm. I understand that you want to be different, you’re tired of not being free. You’re tired of not being noticed. That’s the same thing that I feel every day. I’m invisible to WCF. But, then I had a shot at the Hardcore Championship. I was going to be noticed, heard, seen. Then, you trapped me inside of you, and I lost. I get where you’re coming from, but you have to suck it up and move on. Then this girl, Monica? I’m trying to stay away from relationships. Every time I see her, I see Kennedy. The reason I’m not as always open to teams, is because every time I open my heart to someone, they break it. My uncle, Kennedy, best friends. Monica and me, or you, or us, it has to end, now! From here on out, no more teams, no more friends, none of that.
Shadow: Oh, we may have a problem.
Scott Slayer: What?
Shadow: I’ve maybe, perhaps, quite possibly, have signed you up for the WCF tag league.
Scott Slayer looks angry and shocked at the same time.
Scott: Well, at least I have time to get away from Kennedy. Who’s my partner?
Shadow: Stephen Singh.
Scott Slayer: Wow. The best technical wrestler with the best hardcore wrestler. There’s no way we can lose. Who’s our opponents?
Shadow: Um, maybe, perhaps, possibly, Jay Omega, and Kennedy Matthews.
Scott Slayer is seething with anger.
Scott Slayer: Are you fucking kidding me?!
Shadow: Don’t blame me. Blame WCF, blame the management, they did this, not me.
Scott Slayer: You’re right. I shouldn’t blame you for there wrongdoings. But Jay Omega and Kennedy Matthews?
As Scott Slayer is confused as to why WCF would put him against Jay Omega and Kennedy Matthews, his phone rings. Monica is calling him. His phone continues to ring.
Scott Slayer: This can’t continue. We have to pull the trigger. But, not yet. We wait, and then strike. Now, we train for our match.
Day 2: Training
Scott Slayer is at the WCF gym, working in his striking, strength and agility.
Shadow is out “tying up loose ends.” Scott is not worried as he is mainly focused.
Scott Slayer: You know, I have tried to set my mind free. Free of the pressure, free of Kennedy, free of restraint. I wasn’t happy about not winning the Hardcore Championship at ONE, but I was looking forward to getting away from her. During our time together, I was the puppet, she had me imprisoned on these strings. Tied up on these chains. But, I cut down these strings, I burned and broke those chains with my bare hands. She may have won the battle, she may have won physically, but I’m winning the psychological warfare. Why do you think she aligned herself with past friends? She’s scared of me, and she should be.
A figure appears from behind the punching Scott is kicking and punching. It’s Stephen Singh.
Stephen Singh: You know, when I first signed up for this tag team tournament, and got paired with The Anarchist, I was nervous. Not for me, but for everyone else looking to face us. With my intellect, Scott’s craziness, it’s no doubt that we will win the WCF Tag Team Championships. Jay Omega is someone who we are all familiar with. He’s quick, strong, smart. But he’s also brash, arrogant, and just another rich boy with a good body. He says that he’s bored, that he’s defeated every single legend, that he’s looking for a challenge. Oh, boy oh boy oh boy, are you in for a treat Jay. There’s no wonder you and Kennedy are both teamed together, you’re both bitches.
Scott Slayer pats Stephen’s chest as he speaks.
Scott Slayer: Stephen is someone who some people may not think that I would like to team with. Rightfully so to. Stephen is a bit too cautious, too predictable. But, he’s also a master at mind games and technical wrestling. He reminds a lot of you Kennedy. Playing the safe side. But, at least he has the balls to do it himself. He doesn’t have to hide in Edwina’s vagina, and Estrella’s pants. He stands up straight, looks someone in the eye, and punches them right in their mouths without giving a fuck. That part is a lot like me. Not caring, doing whatever the fuck he wants to whom ever he pleases. Jay Omega on he other hand leans a lot towards my side. He’s insane, fearless. But, he has a flaw in his twisted system and mind. He listens to what people say. The only reason he’s back is because of the fans. If they wouldn’t call for him, chant his name, buy his merchandise, he would be at home, doing what he does best, pretending to be a ruler in his own fantasy paradise. Me, I don’t listen to anyone. That maybe why WCF keeps pushing the glass ceiling far down until I can’t breathe. That maybe why whenever I reach for the brass ring, they pull it away farther and farther. The truth is, they don’t care about raw talent like me and Stephen. We could be, hell, we are the best. We’re the best on the microphone, the ring, charisma, but all because we don’t make as much money as everyone else, all because we don’t sell as much merchandise, all because we don’t give a damn if the fans love or hate us. We don’t kiss ass like Kennedy and Jay Omega. Kennedy is always kissing Estrella’s, Edwina’s and Corey Black’s ass to stay on top of this mountain that every time I’m almost at the top, someone drags me back down to earth! Jay Omega, kisses the ass of every fan that cheers for him, that goes up to him at airports and on the street to sign autographs and take pictures. Well guess what, that is a cycle that me and Stephen will break! We will show that we could be the most hated people alive, and still be on the top of the world! Kennedy, Jay, at Slam, we will slay.
Stephen: We will take charge, grab the brass rings and shove them down your throats. We will be one step closer to becoming the new WCF Tag Team Champions.
Scott Slayer: And when we do, everyone will kneel at our feet with fear injected in their hearts. Then you watch that fear spread into every square inch of WCF like a virus, a poison. Then, this company will crumble and fall and burn down, with us standing on the ashes.
The scene fades to black as Scott Stephen leave the gym.
Day 3: Lock and Load
The scene opens up with Scott Slayer and Stephen Singh in a private jet on their way to Georgia. Scott Slayer has a non alcoholic drink, while Stephen Singh has a martini.
Scott Slayer: You know, this match might be easier than I thought. Jay Omega and Kennedy were just at each other’s throats, now they have to be teammates. Jay called her a bitch, said that she’s not a queen. Then, Kennedy didn’t respond to any of it. The Kennedy that I used to know would immediately fire back with a check that even her daddy’s money couldn’t cash. This all proves that she’s a scared brat. She talks a lot whenever the person she’s shitting on isn’t around, but as soon as they show up, she hides behind Estrella and Edwina. Speaking of which, Estrella. Estrella is the sole person who told me not to trust Kennedy, yet when Kennedy came crawling back, Estrella accepted. But for what reason? So that her heart could be broken again, or was it for the fact that Estrella was getting desperate and lonely, and even Edwina’s vagina couldn’t satisfy her? Then we go to Edwina, miss Lockheart. I don’t even know why she’s involved. I mean we already have Danielle Bregoli and Lil Tay, we don’t need or want WoahVicky here.
Stephen and Scott Slayer sip their drinks as Stephen begins to speak.
Stephen Singh: Right. But, back on the topic Jay Omega, didn’t Kennedy talk shit about him on Twitter? She called him a washed up, has been, loser. Even though we clearly agree with that statement, how does Jay feels about this. Me and Scott don’t have any problems, unlike this duo of Kennedy and Jay. They claim to be on the same page, they claim to be a well oiled machine. But, it doesn’t take long to get inside the heads of these two. While they assure everyone that they’re all kumbaya and love and hugs right now, there isn’t a spotlight big enough for the both of them. They love being in the center of attention, they both love being in the spotlight, they both have two massive egos as the size of the world. It’s inevitable that these two will explode in a ball of fire. Then when the smoke clears me and Scott will be the ones left standing while Kennedy and Jay finally realize and process the truth that everyone has been spitting at them for so damn long. They’re not as good as they think they are. Kennedy is a former Television Champion, but how long did she keep it?
Scott Slayer: And Jay Omega claims to live for this business, claims to live for this company, this sport, and its fans. But, how long did it take him to leave in a puff of smoke? How long did it take him to put his boots on the shelf, leave his gloves in his closet, and leave to never be heard of again. He says that he came back for the fans, but no one wanted him back. He came back because he cannot swallow his pride and accept that fans don’t care about old timers anymore. They care about the future, the next big thing, the shiny new toy. Nobody wants Mr. Potato head and the rest of the Toy Story people. They don’t fidget spinners and beyblades and Yu-Gi-Oh anymore. They want the Nintendo Switch, the nerf guns, the newest trends. Jay Omega is just another dinosaur that is slowly but surely dying alone. He’s rusting up, he’s fading away, and soon enough he will vanish, but this time I, no, we will make it permanent. Then, Kennedy Matthews. We could just make it quick and painless but that would be too easy. We’re going to inject that fear, that venom, that acid inside of your mind. You’ll doubt yourself, go into a breakdown, turn into that twisted soul and truly see what it’s like to be me. You will see nothing but red, smell nothing but blood, feel nothing but pain, taste nothing but tears, and hear nothing but screams of agony from the people you have double crossed, bullied, and pushed around in the past. But, the suffering doesn’t stop there. That’s just step one of a long, traumatic, painful life. Soon enough, not even your family, or your friends can save you. They will rot and decay just like you will. You will be alone, and wonder where did it all go wrong. It went wrong when you turned your back on a killer. I already have the psychotic mindset, now have an intellectual mind in the form of Stephen Singh.
Scott Slayer and Stephen laugh as they sip on their drinks and wait for their arrival in Georgia. Scott hears a voice in his head. It’s Shadow. He sounds upset and saddened. Scott gets up nervously and goes to the bathroom.
Scott Slayer: What is it?
Shadow: I found her. I really don’t want to do this.
Shadow sounds like he’s crying. Scott has tears rolling down his cheeks as he is saddened by what he is making his friend do.
Scott Slayer: I know man. But, it has to be done. We don’t have time for distractions. Remember the plan. No noise, no witnesses, no evidence. Just make it quick and get out of there.
Scott Slayer leaves the bathroom and sits back down, taking a sip of his drink. Stephen is looking out of the window, admiring the scenery.
The scene fades to black. As the screen is black Shadow utters one more thing.
Shadow: She’s alone. Permission to assassinate?
The sounds fades away.
Scott Slayer is incensed at his losses at ONE and Slam. Scott Shadow then releases Scott Slayer from his possession.
Scott Slayer: Are you fucking kidding me?! You trapped me inside your body, go out drinking, get me a girlfriend who I don’t even know if I like, and then you have me lose at ONE against Kennedy!
Scott Slayer throws knives at Scott Shadow, but it doesn’t do anything as he’s a shadow.
Scott Shadow: Look I know that you’re upset, and you have every right to be. What I did was stupid and reckless. But, look it at through my eyes. For the first time ever, I could touch someone, people could see me. I could eat, drink, even kiss someone. I’ve finally felt human.
Scott Slayer: Hmm. I understand that you want to be different, you’re tired of not being free. You’re tired of not being noticed. That’s the same thing that I feel every day. I’m invisible to WCF. But, then I had a shot at the Hardcore Championship. I was going to be noticed, heard, seen. Then, you trapped me inside of you, and I lost. I get where you’re coming from, but you have to suck it up and move on. Then this girl, Monica? I’m trying to stay away from relationships. Every time I see her, I see Kennedy. The reason I’m not as always open to teams, is because every time I open my heart to someone, they break it. My uncle, Kennedy, best friends. Monica and me, or you, or us, it has to end, now! From here on out, no more teams, no more friends, none of that.
Shadow: Oh, we may have a problem.
Scott Slayer: What?
Shadow: I’ve maybe, perhaps, quite possibly, have signed you up for the WCF tag league.
Scott Slayer looks angry and shocked at the same time.
Scott: Well, at least I have time to get away from Kennedy. Who’s my partner?
Shadow: Stephen Singh.
Scott Slayer: Wow. The best technical wrestler with the best hardcore wrestler. There’s no way we can lose. Who’s our opponents?
Shadow: Um, maybe, perhaps, possibly, Jay Omega, and Kennedy Matthews.
Scott Slayer is seething with anger.
Scott Slayer: Are you fucking kidding me?!
Shadow: Don’t blame me. Blame WCF, blame the management, they did this, not me.
Scott Slayer: You’re right. I shouldn’t blame you for there wrongdoings. But Jay Omega and Kennedy Matthews?
As Scott Slayer is confused as to why WCF would put him against Jay Omega and Kennedy Matthews, his phone rings. Monica is calling him. His phone continues to ring.
Scott Slayer: This can’t continue. We have to pull the trigger. But, not yet. We wait, and then strike. Now, we train for our match.
Day 2: Training
Scott Slayer is at the WCF gym, working in his striking, strength and agility.
Shadow is out “tying up loose ends.” Scott is not worried as he is mainly focused.
Scott Slayer: You know, I have tried to set my mind free. Free of the pressure, free of Kennedy, free of restraint. I wasn’t happy about not winning the Hardcore Championship at ONE, but I was looking forward to getting away from her. During our time together, I was the puppet, she had me imprisoned on these strings. Tied up on these chains. But, I cut down these strings, I burned and broke those chains with my bare hands. She may have won the battle, she may have won physically, but I’m winning the psychological warfare. Why do you think she aligned herself with past friends? She’s scared of me, and she should be.
A figure appears from behind the punching Scott is kicking and punching. It’s Stephen Singh.
Stephen Singh: You know, when I first signed up for this tag team tournament, and got paired with The Anarchist, I was nervous. Not for me, but for everyone else looking to face us. With my intellect, Scott’s craziness, it’s no doubt that we will win the WCF Tag Team Championships. Jay Omega is someone who we are all familiar with. He’s quick, strong, smart. But he’s also brash, arrogant, and just another rich boy with a good body. He says that he’s bored, that he’s defeated every single legend, that he’s looking for a challenge. Oh, boy oh boy oh boy, are you in for a treat Jay. There’s no wonder you and Kennedy are both teamed together, you’re both bitches.
Scott Slayer pats Stephen’s chest as he speaks.
Scott Slayer: Stephen is someone who some people may not think that I would like to team with. Rightfully so to. Stephen is a bit too cautious, too predictable. But, he’s also a master at mind games and technical wrestling. He reminds a lot of you Kennedy. Playing the safe side. But, at least he has the balls to do it himself. He doesn’t have to hide in Edwina’s vagina, and Estrella’s pants. He stands up straight, looks someone in the eye, and punches them right in their mouths without giving a fuck. That part is a lot like me. Not caring, doing whatever the fuck he wants to whom ever he pleases. Jay Omega on he other hand leans a lot towards my side. He’s insane, fearless. But, he has a flaw in his twisted system and mind. He listens to what people say. The only reason he’s back is because of the fans. If they wouldn’t call for him, chant his name, buy his merchandise, he would be at home, doing what he does best, pretending to be a ruler in his own fantasy paradise. Me, I don’t listen to anyone. That maybe why WCF keeps pushing the glass ceiling far down until I can’t breathe. That maybe why whenever I reach for the brass ring, they pull it away farther and farther. The truth is, they don’t care about raw talent like me and Stephen. We could be, hell, we are the best. We’re the best on the microphone, the ring, charisma, but all because we don’t make as much money as everyone else, all because we don’t sell as much merchandise, all because we don’t give a damn if the fans love or hate us. We don’t kiss ass like Kennedy and Jay Omega. Kennedy is always kissing Estrella’s, Edwina’s and Corey Black’s ass to stay on top of this mountain that every time I’m almost at the top, someone drags me back down to earth! Jay Omega, kisses the ass of every fan that cheers for him, that goes up to him at airports and on the street to sign autographs and take pictures. Well guess what, that is a cycle that me and Stephen will break! We will show that we could be the most hated people alive, and still be on the top of the world! Kennedy, Jay, at Slam, we will slay.
Stephen: We will take charge, grab the brass rings and shove them down your throats. We will be one step closer to becoming the new WCF Tag Team Champions.
Scott Slayer: And when we do, everyone will kneel at our feet with fear injected in their hearts. Then you watch that fear spread into every square inch of WCF like a virus, a poison. Then, this company will crumble and fall and burn down, with us standing on the ashes.
The scene fades to black as Scott Stephen leave the gym.
Day 3: Lock and Load
The scene opens up with Scott Slayer and Stephen Singh in a private jet on their way to Georgia. Scott Slayer has a non alcoholic drink, while Stephen Singh has a martini.
Scott Slayer: You know, this match might be easier than I thought. Jay Omega and Kennedy were just at each other’s throats, now they have to be teammates. Jay called her a bitch, said that she’s not a queen. Then, Kennedy didn’t respond to any of it. The Kennedy that I used to know would immediately fire back with a check that even her daddy’s money couldn’t cash. This all proves that she’s a scared brat. She talks a lot whenever the person she’s shitting on isn’t around, but as soon as they show up, she hides behind Estrella and Edwina. Speaking of which, Estrella. Estrella is the sole person who told me not to trust Kennedy, yet when Kennedy came crawling back, Estrella accepted. But for what reason? So that her heart could be broken again, or was it for the fact that Estrella was getting desperate and lonely, and even Edwina’s vagina couldn’t satisfy her? Then we go to Edwina, miss Lockheart. I don’t even know why she’s involved. I mean we already have Danielle Bregoli and Lil Tay, we don’t need or want WoahVicky here.
Stephen and Scott Slayer sip their drinks as Stephen begins to speak.
Stephen Singh: Right. But, back on the topic Jay Omega, didn’t Kennedy talk shit about him on Twitter? She called him a washed up, has been, loser. Even though we clearly agree with that statement, how does Jay feels about this. Me and Scott don’t have any problems, unlike this duo of Kennedy and Jay. They claim to be on the same page, they claim to be a well oiled machine. But, it doesn’t take long to get inside the heads of these two. While they assure everyone that they’re all kumbaya and love and hugs right now, there isn’t a spotlight big enough for the both of them. They love being in the center of attention, they both love being in the spotlight, they both have two massive egos as the size of the world. It’s inevitable that these two will explode in a ball of fire. Then when the smoke clears me and Scott will be the ones left standing while Kennedy and Jay finally realize and process the truth that everyone has been spitting at them for so damn long. They’re not as good as they think they are. Kennedy is a former Television Champion, but how long did she keep it?
Scott Slayer: And Jay Omega claims to live for this business, claims to live for this company, this sport, and its fans. But, how long did it take him to leave in a puff of smoke? How long did it take him to put his boots on the shelf, leave his gloves in his closet, and leave to never be heard of again. He says that he came back for the fans, but no one wanted him back. He came back because he cannot swallow his pride and accept that fans don’t care about old timers anymore. They care about the future, the next big thing, the shiny new toy. Nobody wants Mr. Potato head and the rest of the Toy Story people. They don’t fidget spinners and beyblades and Yu-Gi-Oh anymore. They want the Nintendo Switch, the nerf guns, the newest trends. Jay Omega is just another dinosaur that is slowly but surely dying alone. He’s rusting up, he’s fading away, and soon enough he will vanish, but this time I, no, we will make it permanent. Then, Kennedy Matthews. We could just make it quick and painless but that would be too easy. We’re going to inject that fear, that venom, that acid inside of your mind. You’ll doubt yourself, go into a breakdown, turn into that twisted soul and truly see what it’s like to be me. You will see nothing but red, smell nothing but blood, feel nothing but pain, taste nothing but tears, and hear nothing but screams of agony from the people you have double crossed, bullied, and pushed around in the past. But, the suffering doesn’t stop there. That’s just step one of a long, traumatic, painful life. Soon enough, not even your family, or your friends can save you. They will rot and decay just like you will. You will be alone, and wonder where did it all go wrong. It went wrong when you turned your back on a killer. I already have the psychotic mindset, now have an intellectual mind in the form of Stephen Singh.
Scott Slayer and Stephen laugh as they sip on their drinks and wait for their arrival in Georgia. Scott hears a voice in his head. It’s Shadow. He sounds upset and saddened. Scott gets up nervously and goes to the bathroom.
Scott Slayer: What is it?
Shadow: I found her. I really don’t want to do this.
Shadow sounds like he’s crying. Scott has tears rolling down his cheeks as he is saddened by what he is making his friend do.
Scott Slayer: I know man. But, it has to be done. We don’t have time for distractions. Remember the plan. No noise, no witnesses, no evidence. Just make it quick and get out of there.
Scott Slayer leaves the bathroom and sits back down, taking a sip of his drink. Stephen is looking out of the window, admiring the scenery.
The scene fades to black. As the screen is black Shadow utters one more thing.
Shadow: She’s alone. Permission to assassinate?
The sounds fades away.
