Post by Scott Slayer on Feb 25, 2019 16:33:19 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is walking along the busy streets of New Orleans. He’s wearing a black hoodie, jeans, and his black and gold Nike’s. He’s smirking as he walks in the city. He holds up his handheld camera to his face and presses record.
Scott Slayer: Till Death Do Us Part. That’s a great phrase to describe Stephen and I. You know what’s so amusing to me? How when Stephen and I were teaming, and I was doing all of the hard work while he was just relaxing, not even putting a fraction of the work I was. People noticed that. I got DM’s on Instagram, fans tweeting out to me, they said, “ Scott, you need to let go of Stephen. Scott, get rid of Stephen. Scott, he’s just using you.” I believed all of you. So, I did what you people said to do; I got rid of Stephen. But, as soon as I did something about him, you all turned your backs on me. Now, let me set the record straight, I’m not being what some of you would call a typical “heel.” I’m just being myself and saying how I feel. I don’t hate you guys, but I don’t necessarily love you people either. It’s just when you people do these hypocritical things like this, it pisses me off! As soon as I make Stephen pay for what he’s been doing, you people feel sorry for him!? What about me!? I’m the one being kept away from championship gold! I’m the one being being kept away from the main event! I’m the one being told every week when I come to work to earn your spot, and go out there and make us believe what you say! That’s what I’ve been doing! But, I see what’s going on. Stephen is obviously working behind the scenes with Corey. But don’t worry, as soon as I’m done with Stephen, I’m taking this company by storm. Every sorry, son of a bitch I see is getting his ass whooped. People have been asking me to prove that I’m about war and chaos. They say that I’m too soft to be called an Anarchist. Well guess what? From this moment forward, I’m making sure that everyone will know that Scott Slayer isn’t someone that you want to piss off. That goes for everyone, especially you Stephen. You-
A fan wearing a plaid shirt, dress pants and dress shoes walks up to Scott Slayer, thus interrupting him.
Scott Slayer: What the fuck do you want?
Fan: I just wanted to take a picture.
Scott Slayer: Oh you wanted a picture? You want to take a picture with The Anarchist, Scott Slayer? You want to take a picture with me because of what? Because now the attention is on me? Now the spotlight is on me after what I did to Stephen? You want to take a picture with me to post on Instagram and Snapchat. So you can get all the popularity? So you can sit at the cool kids table in school? So you can get all the girls in school? What’s your name kid?
The fan tries to speak, but Scott just cuts him off.
Scott Slayer: As a matter of fact I don’t give a damn who you are. You look like a loser, you act like a loser, Hell I bet you even smell like a loser. Get the fuck out of here.
The fan leaves, saddened.
Scott Slayer: Damn. He sees I’m talking to y’all, he sees that I’m busy record right now. The ignorance here is unbearable. Where was I? Oh yeah, Stephen Singh. I’m going to show you what kind of sick, twisted, and cold hearted psychopath that I am. I’ve already showed you that as soon as no rules are involved, all Hell breaks loose. Now, as soon as the match starts me and you will be like to animals fighting for survival. You will scratch and claw until I’m on the ground. Then you will try and reach the crowbar. You will be less than inches away. You could almost taste it in your hands. In your mind you’ll think that as soon as you get your hands on it, you will do everything you can to make me feel your pain and suffering that I caused to you. But then, I pull you down off the turnbuckle, and the tides turn. You’re on the ground laying there lifeless. I reach and grab the crowbar, then I immediately go towards you to strike you. You’re on the ground begging for mercy, but you didn’t get the memo that not a drop of mercy is in me. Remorse and compassion are foreign to me. I grab the crowbar and dig into your skull to make you bleed again. You scream in agony. I could almost feel your sorrow. But guess what?! I’m loving every single second of your suffering. I give you a dose of Anarchy Uprising, 1 2 3, ding ding ding! I will be declared the winner, and you will be declared my bitch.
Scott drops the camera and walks off. As he walks, he yells so the camera can hear his last words for Stephen, “How’s your head Stephen?”
The scene fades to black.
Scott Slayer: Till Death Do Us Part. That’s a great phrase to describe Stephen and I. You know what’s so amusing to me? How when Stephen and I were teaming, and I was doing all of the hard work while he was just relaxing, not even putting a fraction of the work I was. People noticed that. I got DM’s on Instagram, fans tweeting out to me, they said, “ Scott, you need to let go of Stephen. Scott, get rid of Stephen. Scott, he’s just using you.” I believed all of you. So, I did what you people said to do; I got rid of Stephen. But, as soon as I did something about him, you all turned your backs on me. Now, let me set the record straight, I’m not being what some of you would call a typical “heel.” I’m just being myself and saying how I feel. I don’t hate you guys, but I don’t necessarily love you people either. It’s just when you people do these hypocritical things like this, it pisses me off! As soon as I make Stephen pay for what he’s been doing, you people feel sorry for him!? What about me!? I’m the one being kept away from championship gold! I’m the one being being kept away from the main event! I’m the one being told every week when I come to work to earn your spot, and go out there and make us believe what you say! That’s what I’ve been doing! But, I see what’s going on. Stephen is obviously working behind the scenes with Corey. But don’t worry, as soon as I’m done with Stephen, I’m taking this company by storm. Every sorry, son of a bitch I see is getting his ass whooped. People have been asking me to prove that I’m about war and chaos. They say that I’m too soft to be called an Anarchist. Well guess what? From this moment forward, I’m making sure that everyone will know that Scott Slayer isn’t someone that you want to piss off. That goes for everyone, especially you Stephen. You-
A fan wearing a plaid shirt, dress pants and dress shoes walks up to Scott Slayer, thus interrupting him.
Scott Slayer: What the fuck do you want?
Fan: I just wanted to take a picture.
Scott Slayer: Oh you wanted a picture? You want to take a picture with The Anarchist, Scott Slayer? You want to take a picture with me because of what? Because now the attention is on me? Now the spotlight is on me after what I did to Stephen? You want to take a picture with me to post on Instagram and Snapchat. So you can get all the popularity? So you can sit at the cool kids table in school? So you can get all the girls in school? What’s your name kid?
The fan tries to speak, but Scott just cuts him off.
Scott Slayer: As a matter of fact I don’t give a damn who you are. You look like a loser, you act like a loser, Hell I bet you even smell like a loser. Get the fuck out of here.
The fan leaves, saddened.
Scott Slayer: Damn. He sees I’m talking to y’all, he sees that I’m busy record right now. The ignorance here is unbearable. Where was I? Oh yeah, Stephen Singh. I’m going to show you what kind of sick, twisted, and cold hearted psychopath that I am. I’ve already showed you that as soon as no rules are involved, all Hell breaks loose. Now, as soon as the match starts me and you will be like to animals fighting for survival. You will scratch and claw until I’m on the ground. Then you will try and reach the crowbar. You will be less than inches away. You could almost taste it in your hands. In your mind you’ll think that as soon as you get your hands on it, you will do everything you can to make me feel your pain and suffering that I caused to you. But then, I pull you down off the turnbuckle, and the tides turn. You’re on the ground laying there lifeless. I reach and grab the crowbar, then I immediately go towards you to strike you. You’re on the ground begging for mercy, but you didn’t get the memo that not a drop of mercy is in me. Remorse and compassion are foreign to me. I grab the crowbar and dig into your skull to make you bleed again. You scream in agony. I could almost feel your sorrow. But guess what?! I’m loving every single second of your suffering. I give you a dose of Anarchy Uprising, 1 2 3, ding ding ding! I will be declared the winner, and you will be declared my bitch.
Scott drops the camera and walks off. As he walks, he yells so the camera can hear his last words for Stephen, “How’s your head Stephen?”
The scene fades to black.
