Post by Reaver on May 2, 2013 18:46:02 GMT -4
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHAHAA!! You’ll be shitting all day and night!
Kash: Ughh....Nah, this stuff hardly ever works for me...
You would think by now that Jason would have learned his lesson. tempting fate at the hands of the former Johnny Knuckles, now turned Reaver. Our history, has proven that of a pair of siblings fighting over absolutely nothing. Now look where he is? In the bathroom shitting his brains out while I sit back and claim yet another victory. I should feel bad but I don’t. Serves him right for all the times he tased me over the years.[/color]
Grunts and groans can be heard from the nearby bathroom as Jason stomps his feet in agony. trying to hold on for dear life as if he butt was launching him off the toilet. That kind of velocity would have to be equal to that of a jet engine as it starts up. The noises coming from inside reminded Reaver of Niagra Falls as the water gushed down and hit the rocks below. Almost disturbing in nature. Mumbling can be heard from inside, probably another one of his famous “Office” promos.
Reaver: You ok in there? You didn’t lose a testicle did ya’? HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!
Kash: SHUT UP!!
Reaver: Well, since Jason is doing his thing in there and making “Chocolate Waste”.....I’ll do mine out here.
*Ahem*
All year long, we sat back and watched as how Asylum has slowly fallen into the depths of mediocrity. From the high end names to the “not so” high end, come in and attempt to change the originality of what once was. For what? Their own selfish reasons. Everybody wants to be at the top spot, THE top dawg’. We’ve spent that same year plotting and planning to be the end all of what is claimed needed to be changed. Why change what isn’t broken? The only thing broken on Asylum are those who seeks to eradicate the violent tradition in which Asylum was founded upon.
That’s where Foul Play comes in. Jason and I looked high and low and found the man responsible for starting it all in Michael Lively.
Our Messiah!
Yet the Dying Breed have yet to get the story straight, ain’t that right Hopkins? Or am I wrong Williams? While your group fades away in the sunset, we shine bright and over the likes of you. Why? Because of our history of knowing our opponents. Jason was NEVER the leader but yet both of you can’t get that straight. Just because you both have to suck the balls of Anthony Bailey while he sits high upon his thrown where YOU GUYS do whatever it is that you guys do; doesn’t mean that’s how we roll over here in FOUL territory.
Not to mention that you completely ignored who I really am Hopkins. Just as the name implies, your vision must be dying with the rest of the breed. Any idiot who takes a couple minutes to study their opponents would have known the truth about who we are and what it is we do. I am violence unleashed. You thought I was tough and brutal before? Go ask the TapOut Champion just exactly how vicious I’ve become. How he couldn’t put me down without the referee calling it quits on my behalf without my permission. Unlike you who let a woman dictate the outcome of YOUR title match against Kash himself months ago for the Suicidal Championship. You honestly thought you could step into OUR world and rule? And people think that I’M clown shoes? You’re crazier than I am, HEHEHEHAAHAHA!!!!
Exhausted from his small speech, he decides to lay down for a nap. Just then, Kash opens the bathroom door as a smell so rotten and vile flies across the room almost as if to engulf the area in a type of green fog. Gagging, Reaver wakes back up.....
Reaver: SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR!!
Trying to go back to sleep, he hears Lively enter the kitchen while Jason sucks on a bottle of Pepto Bismal. Talking about his strategy against Bailey, Reaver realized that there was no rest for the wicked. If he wanted to put down Hopkins, Kane, and Alexander then he needed to formulate a game plan of his own. The last loss left a nasty taste in his mouth, not quite as nasty as what Kash dropped off at the pool not too long ago but something similar.
A conconction eh? From the butcher shop? Jason is really starting to slip with this stuff. He used to be unmatched but has become a little on the predictable side. God, have we spent THAT much time together? I’ll need to find it and do something with it quick before he can get me with it.
Reaver sneaks his way out of bed and begins looking for this “concoction” of Kash’s but it’s hard to track. His sense of smell is gone since the bathroom was “blown up” recently so he is having to go off of other means. Where would Kash hide that? His guess was in plain site as not to look obvious. Sure enough, looking under the toilet, he finds the small bucket of goop or whatever the butcher would call this. Discarded remains? I dunno....
I think I heard Lively leave to go to the lobby. Now is my chance to sneak away with this shit before Kash finds it and uses it against me.[/color]
Reaver tries to hurry back to bed with the guts in hand but stumbles and falls backwards pouring the nasty vile goo all over him. Kash comes in to check the huge thud only to see Reaver covered in that crap from the butcher. Laughing, Kash points before realizing that his stomach is acting up again and rushes back into the bathroom and slams the door.
The stentch that came from Kash earlier would dwarf in comparison to what was about to leak out now. Meanwhile, Reaver was still sitting on the ground covered in this stuff that Jason got for a future payback. Stewing in his own anger, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Kash was getting his organs rearranged from the inside while he smelled almost as bad as the stuff coming out of him in the bathroom. A type of irony if you will.
Reaver: Just my luck right? The story of my life. I trip, fall, get covered in shit. What do I do next guys? Can anybody tell me? YES!! I clean up and get the fuck right back up again just to start anew. A small metaphor for my life’s career in the business. Do you honestly think a small trip will ever keep me down? I’ve been electrocuted, stabbed, slammed onto glass and barbed wire, set on fire and buried alive. I’ve been impaled, bludgeoned, and left for dead. Yet here I am, just laughing it all off. Why? Because I am what all of you can never be......living dedication.
I am everything I have always said I am. From day one when I stepped foot into an APW ring, I always said I was the toughest prick ever to step through those ropes. Was I wrong? You failed to see that already Hopkins. With you follow his lead Kane and Alexander? Or will you ignore his idiocy and do the work yourselves? That’s something else I take pride in gentlemen, doing the work myself. I stretch every letter of each rule to get to my destination but I still get the job done unlike the three of you.
How long have you rode the coattails of Evans; Kane? How much of her success did you mooch off of in order to get this opportunity? You turned your back on her to join your new set of friends for what? A second hand opportunity of your own? Get bent.....The only reason you’re in this match is to see where you and Logan stand. Perfectly fine by me, the odds have always been against me since the beginning; as I lay here covered in a pile of crude and disgusting fish guts. All you want is to get YOUR shot. Take it from a man who has had very little chances in the past three years. Don’t waste it.
Speaking of little chances, Why do you think YOU deserve the shot Logan? Because it’s YOUR turn? HA! Why don’t we get some facts straight first little man. You have had more title opportunities than I had SO QUIT YOUR BITCHING! Second, while I agree that the others who already have the title opportunity were kind of handed the chance, in their defense, they spoke up and you didn’t.
Hungry closed mouths don’t get fed Logan. Remember that. Your in THIS match cuz’ you whined about not getting a shot or yada yada yada. You’re in this match cuz’ you didn’t already have a match for Mayhem. Knowing how Reginald works, I’m willing to bet that the guys who don’t make it will be in a triple threat match for the sake of adding ratings.
Let me make something clear Logan. I DIDN’T WANT THE TITLE SHOT! Or else it would have been mine already. It’s not that I didn’t want a chance to put TJ down for good, I just didn’t care enough to give him the time of day. I MADE TJ. Who do you think gave him that title of “Most Dangerous Man on Asylum”? Hmmmmmm? It was me. You fail to see the bigger picture in all of what I do. Without guys like me to push bitches like you to be anything, there would be no brand. Get it? That cushy paycheck you get every week wouldn’t exist and you would be taking your government cheese and stale bread back home to feed a family of ten.
HA! I mean gumment cheese!![/color]
You may have been a Tag Champ, you may have been the North American Champ, but you are FAR from the small pond you come from little tadpole. You like to earn your way; that’s good. But realize what you’ve done. You were put in front of a dragon who was slain and reincarnated as a vicious Hellkyte and severely pissed him the fuck off. You had better be worried about me because I don’t fight to win, i fight to survive and in this world of Asylum, you had better believe I thrive more than you could have ever imagined.
You MIGHT give me issues, but your problem is that your too busy worrying about the Suicidal Championship around the waist of Evans. And now your focus is on the TapOut Championship? To quote Jason Kash,
“You Srrious?”
You couldn’t get it done there, you couldn’t get it done on Meltdown or even WITH Parker backing you up. Your mind is lost in the realm of a bedazzled hunk of shit. So why would I belong here you may ask? Although I don’t want the TapOut title, I certainly LOVE pain and inflicting it upon Dying Breed has become my new past time. So while I spend the match ripping apart Jair Hopkins, I highly suggest you stop locking lips with Kane and pin him quickly or else I’ll fuck you up just as badly so Foul Play can take away another belt away from “The Pillars” just as Dying Breed took away the tag titles away from you and Parker.
Kash and I have set our sites on those same tag titles, so in reality; what this match is all about is putting down the hurt as hard as we possibly can. Who knows, maybe Parker can win another title FOR YOU just so you can say that you were a champion once again. What I also find funny is that you claim to want it more than me? You NEED it? Just the same old song and dance you got from my FORMER self. There’s nothing original or new about you or what you want. But riddle me this Batman.....
Who wants it or needs it more than a man who has never held a title in APW hmm?
Kane, Hopkins, Logan. I highly suggest that you ALL get your story straight and learn to do some homework or else all three of you will be suffering at the hands of Foul Play. Now where the hell is that towel?
Reaver gets up and Jason Kash walks out of the bathroom with a smell that was worse than before. A smell so bad that it knocks Reaver off his feet and back down in the pile of crude. Kash sprays some Lysol and laughs at him as the scene fades.
Kash: Ughh....Nah, this stuff hardly ever works for me...
You would think by now that Jason would have learned his lesson. tempting fate at the hands of the former Johnny Knuckles, now turned Reaver. Our history, has proven that of a pair of siblings fighting over absolutely nothing. Now look where he is? In the bathroom shitting his brains out while I sit back and claim yet another victory. I should feel bad but I don’t. Serves him right for all the times he tased me over the years.[/color]
Grunts and groans can be heard from the nearby bathroom as Jason stomps his feet in agony. trying to hold on for dear life as if he butt was launching him off the toilet. That kind of velocity would have to be equal to that of a jet engine as it starts up. The noises coming from inside reminded Reaver of Niagra Falls as the water gushed down and hit the rocks below. Almost disturbing in nature. Mumbling can be heard from inside, probably another one of his famous “Office” promos.
Reaver: You ok in there? You didn’t lose a testicle did ya’? HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!
Kash: SHUT UP!!
Reaver: Well, since Jason is doing his thing in there and making “Chocolate Waste”.....I’ll do mine out here.
*Ahem*
All year long, we sat back and watched as how Asylum has slowly fallen into the depths of mediocrity. From the high end names to the “not so” high end, come in and attempt to change the originality of what once was. For what? Their own selfish reasons. Everybody wants to be at the top spot, THE top dawg’. We’ve spent that same year plotting and planning to be the end all of what is claimed needed to be changed. Why change what isn’t broken? The only thing broken on Asylum are those who seeks to eradicate the violent tradition in which Asylum was founded upon.
That’s where Foul Play comes in. Jason and I looked high and low and found the man responsible for starting it all in Michael Lively.
Our Messiah!
Yet the Dying Breed have yet to get the story straight, ain’t that right Hopkins? Or am I wrong Williams? While your group fades away in the sunset, we shine bright and over the likes of you. Why? Because of our history of knowing our opponents. Jason was NEVER the leader but yet both of you can’t get that straight. Just because you both have to suck the balls of Anthony Bailey while he sits high upon his thrown where YOU GUYS do whatever it is that you guys do; doesn’t mean that’s how we roll over here in FOUL territory.
Not to mention that you completely ignored who I really am Hopkins. Just as the name implies, your vision must be dying with the rest of the breed. Any idiot who takes a couple minutes to study their opponents would have known the truth about who we are and what it is we do. I am violence unleashed. You thought I was tough and brutal before? Go ask the TapOut Champion just exactly how vicious I’ve become. How he couldn’t put me down without the referee calling it quits on my behalf without my permission. Unlike you who let a woman dictate the outcome of YOUR title match against Kash himself months ago for the Suicidal Championship. You honestly thought you could step into OUR world and rule? And people think that I’M clown shoes? You’re crazier than I am, HEHEHEHAAHAHA!!!!
Exhausted from his small speech, he decides to lay down for a nap. Just then, Kash opens the bathroom door as a smell so rotten and vile flies across the room almost as if to engulf the area in a type of green fog. Gagging, Reaver wakes back up.....
Reaver: SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR!!
Trying to go back to sleep, he hears Lively enter the kitchen while Jason sucks on a bottle of Pepto Bismal. Talking about his strategy against Bailey, Reaver realized that there was no rest for the wicked. If he wanted to put down Hopkins, Kane, and Alexander then he needed to formulate a game plan of his own. The last loss left a nasty taste in his mouth, not quite as nasty as what Kash dropped off at the pool not too long ago but something similar.
A conconction eh? From the butcher shop? Jason is really starting to slip with this stuff. He used to be unmatched but has become a little on the predictable side. God, have we spent THAT much time together? I’ll need to find it and do something with it quick before he can get me with it.
Reaver sneaks his way out of bed and begins looking for this “concoction” of Kash’s but it’s hard to track. His sense of smell is gone since the bathroom was “blown up” recently so he is having to go off of other means. Where would Kash hide that? His guess was in plain site as not to look obvious. Sure enough, looking under the toilet, he finds the small bucket of goop or whatever the butcher would call this. Discarded remains? I dunno....
I think I heard Lively leave to go to the lobby. Now is my chance to sneak away with this shit before Kash finds it and uses it against me.[/color]
Reaver tries to hurry back to bed with the guts in hand but stumbles and falls backwards pouring the nasty vile goo all over him. Kash comes in to check the huge thud only to see Reaver covered in that crap from the butcher. Laughing, Kash points before realizing that his stomach is acting up again and rushes back into the bathroom and slams the door.
The stentch that came from Kash earlier would dwarf in comparison to what was about to leak out now. Meanwhile, Reaver was still sitting on the ground covered in this stuff that Jason got for a future payback. Stewing in his own anger, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Kash was getting his organs rearranged from the inside while he smelled almost as bad as the stuff coming out of him in the bathroom. A type of irony if you will.
Reaver: Just my luck right? The story of my life. I trip, fall, get covered in shit. What do I do next guys? Can anybody tell me? YES!! I clean up and get the fuck right back up again just to start anew. A small metaphor for my life’s career in the business. Do you honestly think a small trip will ever keep me down? I’ve been electrocuted, stabbed, slammed onto glass and barbed wire, set on fire and buried alive. I’ve been impaled, bludgeoned, and left for dead. Yet here I am, just laughing it all off. Why? Because I am what all of you can never be......living dedication.
I am everything I have always said I am. From day one when I stepped foot into an APW ring, I always said I was the toughest prick ever to step through those ropes. Was I wrong? You failed to see that already Hopkins. With you follow his lead Kane and Alexander? Or will you ignore his idiocy and do the work yourselves? That’s something else I take pride in gentlemen, doing the work myself. I stretch every letter of each rule to get to my destination but I still get the job done unlike the three of you.
How long have you rode the coattails of Evans; Kane? How much of her success did you mooch off of in order to get this opportunity? You turned your back on her to join your new set of friends for what? A second hand opportunity of your own? Get bent.....The only reason you’re in this match is to see where you and Logan stand. Perfectly fine by me, the odds have always been against me since the beginning; as I lay here covered in a pile of crude and disgusting fish guts. All you want is to get YOUR shot. Take it from a man who has had very little chances in the past three years. Don’t waste it.
Speaking of little chances, Why do you think YOU deserve the shot Logan? Because it’s YOUR turn? HA! Why don’t we get some facts straight first little man. You have had more title opportunities than I had SO QUIT YOUR BITCHING! Second, while I agree that the others who already have the title opportunity were kind of handed the chance, in their defense, they spoke up and you didn’t.
Hungry closed mouths don’t get fed Logan. Remember that. Your in THIS match cuz’ you whined about not getting a shot or yada yada yada. You’re in this match cuz’ you didn’t already have a match for Mayhem. Knowing how Reginald works, I’m willing to bet that the guys who don’t make it will be in a triple threat match for the sake of adding ratings.
Let me make something clear Logan. I DIDN’T WANT THE TITLE SHOT! Or else it would have been mine already. It’s not that I didn’t want a chance to put TJ down for good, I just didn’t care enough to give him the time of day. I MADE TJ. Who do you think gave him that title of “Most Dangerous Man on Asylum”? Hmmmmmm? It was me. You fail to see the bigger picture in all of what I do. Without guys like me to push bitches like you to be anything, there would be no brand. Get it? That cushy paycheck you get every week wouldn’t exist and you would be taking your government cheese and stale bread back home to feed a family of ten.
HA! I mean gumment cheese!![/color]
You may have been a Tag Champ, you may have been the North American Champ, but you are FAR from the small pond you come from little tadpole. You like to earn your way; that’s good. But realize what you’ve done. You were put in front of a dragon who was slain and reincarnated as a vicious Hellkyte and severely pissed him the fuck off. You had better be worried about me because I don’t fight to win, i fight to survive and in this world of Asylum, you had better believe I thrive more than you could have ever imagined.
You MIGHT give me issues, but your problem is that your too busy worrying about the Suicidal Championship around the waist of Evans. And now your focus is on the TapOut Championship? To quote Jason Kash,
“You Srrious?”
You couldn’t get it done there, you couldn’t get it done on Meltdown or even WITH Parker backing you up. Your mind is lost in the realm of a bedazzled hunk of shit. So why would I belong here you may ask? Although I don’t want the TapOut title, I certainly LOVE pain and inflicting it upon Dying Breed has become my new past time. So while I spend the match ripping apart Jair Hopkins, I highly suggest you stop locking lips with Kane and pin him quickly or else I’ll fuck you up just as badly so Foul Play can take away another belt away from “The Pillars” just as Dying Breed took away the tag titles away from you and Parker.
Kash and I have set our sites on those same tag titles, so in reality; what this match is all about is putting down the hurt as hard as we possibly can. Who knows, maybe Parker can win another title FOR YOU just so you can say that you were a champion once again. What I also find funny is that you claim to want it more than me? You NEED it? Just the same old song and dance you got from my FORMER self. There’s nothing original or new about you or what you want. But riddle me this Batman.....
Who wants it or needs it more than a man who has never held a title in APW hmm?
Kane, Hopkins, Logan. I highly suggest that you ALL get your story straight and learn to do some homework or else all three of you will be suffering at the hands of Foul Play. Now where the hell is that towel?
Reaver gets up and Jason Kash walks out of the bathroom with a smell that was worse than before. A smell so bad that it knocks Reaver off his feet and back down in the pile of crude. Kash sprays some Lysol and laughs at him as the scene fades.
