Post by Scott Slayer on Apr 7, 2019 23:02:01 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is standing in and abandoned warehouse. He’s wearing a jogging suit and has his handheld camera facing him.
Scott Slayer: James Wolf, and Teo Blaze, versus me, for WCF TV title. You know what I hate, when everyone wants to hop on my dick, and talk about how I’m not an anarchist. How I don’t show anarchy. James, Teo, that’s the same insult I hear from everyone, mostly because, they don’t have anything else to say. They always taking about me “claiming” to be an anarchist, but never talk about my skills in the ring, or on the microphone, or my charisma. Simply because they know that when it comes to those skills, they can’t touch me. And being an anarchist, doesn’t mean that I have to burn down buildings, or try to kill my boss. Being an anarchist means to stand up for yourself, use your voice, make sure that everyone notices you and hears you. But, I’m not surprised that that’s the only meaning you guys know, because frankly you’re all idiots. Now I know that I’m not the most studious guy in the room, or a certified straight “A” student, or a bonafide teachers pet, but at least I know that there are more meanings to being an anarchist. James, you claim, that you’re a threat and that I’m not the intimidating man that I mean to be. I haven’t been in the winners circle, and I squander opportunity after opportunity, but neither have you James. You claim that you’re a threat, you can say that all you want, but the fact of the matter is that you know that you’re scared of me. You don’t want to admit it though. You don’t want to admit that you’re upset that I’m in this match. You can say I don’t deserve it, you can say that I’m not worthy of it, but it doesn’t matter what the fuck you think of me. I know I’m better than you, I know that you’re beneath me. Also man, if you despise me so much, think that I’m such a waste of space, then why do you try so hard to be a knockoff of me? Think about it. A badass, a no nonsense guy, a guy who will do anything to make his opponents suffer? That’s sounds a lot like Scott Slayer if you ask me. But knowing you, you’ll focus on my insecurities, my failures and weaknesses to blind everyone, but that’s not going to work on a guy like me. You’re talking to a guy that killed his own uncle. A guy, that fought so desperately hard to make it here in WCF. A guy that keeps getting denied of his chances and keeps getting talked down by everyone else whose asses I have whipped in the ring before. James, last time we met you won, but by the skin of your teeth. Tell me this James, how long was it until I beat you? How long was it until I left you laying in a pile of your blood and tears? Not even minutes away. A few more seconds, you wouldn’t be breathing right now. Also, you know what I’ve noticed man? You talk a lot more, when I’m not around. I guess that makes you a bitch. You won’t say any of that stuff to my face, because like I said, you cannot look anyone in the eye and tell them that Scott Slayer is not better than James Wolf. You have always hated me, ever since I came in WCF because I’m a threat to you. You’re scared of what dangerous and inexplicable things that I can and will do to you and Teo. Speaking of Teo Blaze, the TV champion, you have made the WCF must see right? You made it what it is today. A load of bullshit. Your TV title reign has been memorable, it will be regarded as one of the most famous title reigns and wrestling history. But all great things come to an end. I’m tired of hearing about the King of All Media, I’m tired of seeing posters of you which my face isn’t on, I’m tired of seeing on Jimmy Fallon and SNL. Because while you’re kissing the asses of the office and this company, and selling out to be on cereal boxes and to walk red carpets, while I am risking my life. You defend your TV title every week, I respect that. I respect that workhorse showing of you, but I hate it when you get cocky, and arrogant about it. You think that you’re at the top of the mountain right? That you’re at the top of the food chain? But then you claim to offer a beacon of hope of not just to the kids, but also the new guys coming into the WCF. That’s just pitiful. You give people false hope, and make promises that you cannot keep. You promise to keep your TV title in your grasp, you promise to make sure that you hold onto that title for as long as you can. Don’t fucking please yourself. Let’s not forget, last time I was just seconds away from winning the TV title. You want to talk about promises, I promise to expose you as the wannabe Superman of WCF. If you really wanted to help the new guys out, drop the TV title. Drop it, and do what everyone else suggests for you to do, go for the WCF championship. But you refuse to do so why, because you want to give back to this company and the locker room, or is it because you know that guys like Odin, Alex, and girls like Noble, Bonnie, will eat you alive before you can cry for your mother. You call me a virus? You’re damn right I am. I don’t disappear, I don’t go away, I come back like a Phoenix, wink wink, and infect you, go into your bloodstream, and take whatever is left of your mind and soul and rip it out. I dissect my opponents like I did frogs in science class. I break them down and destroy them from the inside out. I know that I like to rush in head first, that I like to go into a fight with my heart, not my head. Some people say that it’s the reason why I’m not in a bigger spotlight. How I’m not shown on a bigger picture. Maybe that is. Everyone says that I should change, that I should change my ways to become better, but everyone who say those exact same words, don’t the Hell I went through growing up! All my life, I had to think on toes, I had to instantly react, and had to react with what my dark, twisted and sadistic heart was telling me. Whether it was bullies, my uncle, my run-ins with the law, or the different women I’ve crossed paths with, that thinking, planning, and designing strategy shit doesn’t work with me. I don’t like that long time consuming shit. What I do, is whip asses and make sure that my opponents feel what I feel, see what I see, and experience what I experience. So Teo, and James, I hope you two are ready. I hope you two are ready to finally see what kind of person Scott Slayer truly is. Scott Slayer isn’t your everyday fake tough guy, trying to convince everyone that he’s a badass when he knows that he isn’t like James Wolf. Scott Slayer isn’t your everyday Robin Hood wannabe, who claims to be there for three people, who claims to be there folklore hero, but doesn’t help out the rest of us who are starving, and trying to get a plate, whose ready to eat, while he’s in his penthouse, riding around in limos, laughing at us like Teo Blaze. Teo, James, I’m not a wannabe, I know who I am, I’m Scott Slayer, the man who has been waiting to get a seat at the dinner table. When I win the TV title, it won’t be “must-see TV”, it won’t be “Wolf’s forest”, the WCF, will be forever known as THE SCOTT SLAYER SHOW!
Scott Slayer: James Wolf, and Teo Blaze, versus me, for WCF TV title. You know what I hate, when everyone wants to hop on my dick, and talk about how I’m not an anarchist. How I don’t show anarchy. James, Teo, that’s the same insult I hear from everyone, mostly because, they don’t have anything else to say. They always taking about me “claiming” to be an anarchist, but never talk about my skills in the ring, or on the microphone, or my charisma. Simply because they know that when it comes to those skills, they can’t touch me. And being an anarchist, doesn’t mean that I have to burn down buildings, or try to kill my boss. Being an anarchist means to stand up for yourself, use your voice, make sure that everyone notices you and hears you. But, I’m not surprised that that’s the only meaning you guys know, because frankly you’re all idiots. Now I know that I’m not the most studious guy in the room, or a certified straight “A” student, or a bonafide teachers pet, but at least I know that there are more meanings to being an anarchist. James, you claim, that you’re a threat and that I’m not the intimidating man that I mean to be. I haven’t been in the winners circle, and I squander opportunity after opportunity, but neither have you James. You claim that you’re a threat, you can say that all you want, but the fact of the matter is that you know that you’re scared of me. You don’t want to admit it though. You don’t want to admit that you’re upset that I’m in this match. You can say I don’t deserve it, you can say that I’m not worthy of it, but it doesn’t matter what the fuck you think of me. I know I’m better than you, I know that you’re beneath me. Also man, if you despise me so much, think that I’m such a waste of space, then why do you try so hard to be a knockoff of me? Think about it. A badass, a no nonsense guy, a guy who will do anything to make his opponents suffer? That’s sounds a lot like Scott Slayer if you ask me. But knowing you, you’ll focus on my insecurities, my failures and weaknesses to blind everyone, but that’s not going to work on a guy like me. You’re talking to a guy that killed his own uncle. A guy, that fought so desperately hard to make it here in WCF. A guy that keeps getting denied of his chances and keeps getting talked down by everyone else whose asses I have whipped in the ring before. James, last time we met you won, but by the skin of your teeth. Tell me this James, how long was it until I beat you? How long was it until I left you laying in a pile of your blood and tears? Not even minutes away. A few more seconds, you wouldn’t be breathing right now. Also, you know what I’ve noticed man? You talk a lot more, when I’m not around. I guess that makes you a bitch. You won’t say any of that stuff to my face, because like I said, you cannot look anyone in the eye and tell them that Scott Slayer is not better than James Wolf. You have always hated me, ever since I came in WCF because I’m a threat to you. You’re scared of what dangerous and inexplicable things that I can and will do to you and Teo. Speaking of Teo Blaze, the TV champion, you have made the WCF must see right? You made it what it is today. A load of bullshit. Your TV title reign has been memorable, it will be regarded as one of the most famous title reigns and wrestling history. But all great things come to an end. I’m tired of hearing about the King of All Media, I’m tired of seeing posters of you which my face isn’t on, I’m tired of seeing on Jimmy Fallon and SNL. Because while you’re kissing the asses of the office and this company, and selling out to be on cereal boxes and to walk red carpets, while I am risking my life. You defend your TV title every week, I respect that. I respect that workhorse showing of you, but I hate it when you get cocky, and arrogant about it. You think that you’re at the top of the mountain right? That you’re at the top of the food chain? But then you claim to offer a beacon of hope of not just to the kids, but also the new guys coming into the WCF. That’s just pitiful. You give people false hope, and make promises that you cannot keep. You promise to keep your TV title in your grasp, you promise to make sure that you hold onto that title for as long as you can. Don’t fucking please yourself. Let’s not forget, last time I was just seconds away from winning the TV title. You want to talk about promises, I promise to expose you as the wannabe Superman of WCF. If you really wanted to help the new guys out, drop the TV title. Drop it, and do what everyone else suggests for you to do, go for the WCF championship. But you refuse to do so why, because you want to give back to this company and the locker room, or is it because you know that guys like Odin, Alex, and girls like Noble, Bonnie, will eat you alive before you can cry for your mother. You call me a virus? You’re damn right I am. I don’t disappear, I don’t go away, I come back like a Phoenix, wink wink, and infect you, go into your bloodstream, and take whatever is left of your mind and soul and rip it out. I dissect my opponents like I did frogs in science class. I break them down and destroy them from the inside out. I know that I like to rush in head first, that I like to go into a fight with my heart, not my head. Some people say that it’s the reason why I’m not in a bigger spotlight. How I’m not shown on a bigger picture. Maybe that is. Everyone says that I should change, that I should change my ways to become better, but everyone who say those exact same words, don’t the Hell I went through growing up! All my life, I had to think on toes, I had to instantly react, and had to react with what my dark, twisted and sadistic heart was telling me. Whether it was bullies, my uncle, my run-ins with the law, or the different women I’ve crossed paths with, that thinking, planning, and designing strategy shit doesn’t work with me. I don’t like that long time consuming shit. What I do, is whip asses and make sure that my opponents feel what I feel, see what I see, and experience what I experience. So Teo, and James, I hope you two are ready. I hope you two are ready to finally see what kind of person Scott Slayer truly is. Scott Slayer isn’t your everyday fake tough guy, trying to convince everyone that he’s a badass when he knows that he isn’t like James Wolf. Scott Slayer isn’t your everyday Robin Hood wannabe, who claims to be there for three people, who claims to be there folklore hero, but doesn’t help out the rest of us who are starving, and trying to get a plate, whose ready to eat, while he’s in his penthouse, riding around in limos, laughing at us like Teo Blaze. Teo, James, I’m not a wannabe, I know who I am, I’m Scott Slayer, the man who has been waiting to get a seat at the dinner table. When I win the TV title, it won’t be “must-see TV”, it won’t be “Wolf’s forest”, the WCF, will be forever known as THE SCOTT SLAYER SHOW!
