Post by Scott Slayer on Feb 17, 2019 23:08:19 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is leaning on a brick wall in a dark alley with a black hoodie, jeans and white shoes. You could hear the buzzing and zipping from cars driving nearby. You can smell the oil and gas from the city. Graffiti is spray painted all over the walls. Scott Slayer has a menacing look on his face. He reminisces when he left Stephen bleeding backstage. Scott is laughing about it.
Scott Slayer: How’s your head Stephen? You know, I just can’t believe how much of a puppet you are to Corey and the rest of the stupid management. I should’ve known not to trust you. I should’ve known that WCF would do anything to keep me from winning championship gold. You’re not like me. You haven’t been trying to stop the pain and suffering, the screams of talented guys like me trying so desperately hard to prove
themselves. You’re just another yes man, ass kisser, who only cares about getting a paycheck and holding down people who deserve to be at the top. You’re scared aren’t you? You’re scared of guys like me who are going to replace you. I will replace you. You don’t hold a place here anymore. WCF doesn’t need you anymore. It never needed Stephen Singh. What I am going to do, is take care of the problem. I will burn down the company, and I will slay you. I will retire you. But Slam isn’t about you it’s about my tag team match. My partner is none other than FarCry. A guy who is truly someone I can relate to. He’s a man with one track mind. He actually has a mission, and he’s going to do everything he can to finish his mission. He’s filling in the parts of his life. A man that I can admire. In fact he’s so focused that he is not with me right now. He’s training all day and night. A hard worker, and a man who will do anything to accomplish his goals. Meanwhile we have Roy Speede, a so called legend who never won the world championship. I know I haven’t, but I’ve been here for not even a year. I mean Roy Speede has been here for years and still haven’t won the top prize and he still has not reached his full potential. He’s a legend on the outside but a rookie on the inside. Then we go to John Rabid. Now, I admire and respect John. Hell, I used to be a fan of John. I even have a John Rabid shirt.
Scott picks up his John Rabid shirt from when he was a kid.
Scott Slayer: But, I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m not a fan anymore.
Scott Slayer gets a match from his pocket and lights it. He holds it up to the shirt and the shirt burns. He throws the shirt on the ground as it’s in flames.
Scott Slayer: John Rabid. You beat Teo and put him on a stretcher. You returned and made a statement. I would normally be happy, because well, I hate Teo. But you did that on the night I injured DW Wolf. I put him in the hospital. I was getting headlines and cameras on me. I was finally getting noticed. But then I had to be overshadowed by you! Not anymore. You and Roy are going to be retired and me and FarCry will leave you laying in the the ring, hoping and praying to God that you don’t have to face anything like us again. You’re going to be covered in blood, every part of your body will be shattered to pieces, and FarCry and I will leave the arena, turning heads, and getting all media turned to us when we defeat two legends way ahead of their time. Meanwhile for Stephen, good luck.
Scott Slayer grabs a bucket by him. It is filled with blood! Scott dips his hand into the blood and smashes it on the wall. It leaves a bloody hand print on the brick wall. Scott leaves the alley as the scene fades to black
Scott Slayer: How’s your head Stephen? You know, I just can’t believe how much of a puppet you are to Corey and the rest of the stupid management. I should’ve known not to trust you. I should’ve known that WCF would do anything to keep me from winning championship gold. You’re not like me. You haven’t been trying to stop the pain and suffering, the screams of talented guys like me trying so desperately hard to prove
themselves. You’re just another yes man, ass kisser, who only cares about getting a paycheck and holding down people who deserve to be at the top. You’re scared aren’t you? You’re scared of guys like me who are going to replace you. I will replace you. You don’t hold a place here anymore. WCF doesn’t need you anymore. It never needed Stephen Singh. What I am going to do, is take care of the problem. I will burn down the company, and I will slay you. I will retire you. But Slam isn’t about you it’s about my tag team match. My partner is none other than FarCry. A guy who is truly someone I can relate to. He’s a man with one track mind. He actually has a mission, and he’s going to do everything he can to finish his mission. He’s filling in the parts of his life. A man that I can admire. In fact he’s so focused that he is not with me right now. He’s training all day and night. A hard worker, and a man who will do anything to accomplish his goals. Meanwhile we have Roy Speede, a so called legend who never won the world championship. I know I haven’t, but I’ve been here for not even a year. I mean Roy Speede has been here for years and still haven’t won the top prize and he still has not reached his full potential. He’s a legend on the outside but a rookie on the inside. Then we go to John Rabid. Now, I admire and respect John. Hell, I used to be a fan of John. I even have a John Rabid shirt.
Scott picks up his John Rabid shirt from when he was a kid.
Scott Slayer: But, I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m not a fan anymore.
Scott Slayer gets a match from his pocket and lights it. He holds it up to the shirt and the shirt burns. He throws the shirt on the ground as it’s in flames.
Scott Slayer: John Rabid. You beat Teo and put him on a stretcher. You returned and made a statement. I would normally be happy, because well, I hate Teo. But you did that on the night I injured DW Wolf. I put him in the hospital. I was getting headlines and cameras on me. I was finally getting noticed. But then I had to be overshadowed by you! Not anymore. You and Roy are going to be retired and me and FarCry will leave you laying in the the ring, hoping and praying to God that you don’t have to face anything like us again. You’re going to be covered in blood, every part of your body will be shattered to pieces, and FarCry and I will leave the arena, turning heads, and getting all media turned to us when we defeat two legends way ahead of their time. Meanwhile for Stephen, good luck.
Scott Slayer grabs a bucket by him. It is filled with blood! Scott dips his hand into the blood and smashes it on the wall. It leaves a bloody hand print on the brick wall. Scott leaves the alley as the scene fades to black
