Post by Reaver on May 19, 2013 3:28:55 GMT -4
Leaving the Hotel Room that Lively had reserved but he hadn't been around since the news of his Father dying. The place has certainly lost it's appeal. Kash and Reaver without adult supervision pretty much destroyed the place. A small pile of garbage sitting next to the recliner was clearly something Kash did. Reaver at least put it under his bed to hide it better. Food was on Reaver's mind. It usually was. Then again, with all the changes that's happened in his life as of late, it was hard to tell WHAT was there anymore.
I could see the look in Jason's eyes. He hated losing to me. It's not often I could get a small victory out of him, considering our seven year history. But what could be better than a nice hot local meal? Boobies? DUH! So I need to find something EXTRA spicy.......
APPLESAUCE!![/color]
He makes his way out of the hotel, all the while people staring at him like a freak. His body hunched over and eyes glazed. It was a wonder he didn't get a contact high from Kash just being next to him. He spots a local food market where people are selling exotic food. He figured it would be the perfect spot for a well placed pay back.
Reaver: Now before I indulge myself in some sexy Brazilian cuisine, it would be worth my time to mention how things with Foul Play have been. How things have come about. While Lively continues to bring the tradition of Asylum with it's lineage and me and Jason's “relationship” have been well documented, we have been forged together to bring out the TRUE justice of Asylum. And though it's true that actions speak louder than words, sometimes it's best to expand your horizon's before taking action.
This is where Foul Play comes in. Blessing Meltdown with our genius and greatness and continuing OUR tradition of fucking fools up on the spot. Asylum, and the people who represent it whether it be to fight or to watch, all know that Foul Play rules the roost. Our beloved Tag Team Champions in Dying Breed felt it first hand the second we came out on the scene. As new as our concept might seem, it's anything BUT. We merely went from a group of solo acts to a triangle brought together by a common goal.
There's no need to hate what we do just because we're that good at it. We represent the violent and brutal nature of APW and placed Asylum at the top of the food chain. Did the Pillars do that? Did Dying Breed do that? Did any of the solo great names of legendary and former World Champion status do that?
NO! Not in a million fucking years.
It was the blood and sweat that came off of guys like Myself, Kash, and Lively that helped shape Asylum into the beast of beasts it is today. We didn't do it for the money, we did it for the monetary value of keep a violent tradition alive. The same tradition that continues to be at the brink of extinction due to shady politics at the hands of those who can't hang. People who fear change, people who refuse to accept environmental adaptation. People who are willing to follow the next just for the sake of following. For this, Foul Play fights.....
Reaver makes his way to the market. Men and women selling strange fruits and wooden carvings. The smells coming off of wood fires cooking everything from plantains to water for beans. He makes his way to a man selling something a little more.....odd.
Reaver: SO what do we have here?
Man: ManiManigoatManiMani......
Reaver: MMMMMM!! I love goat. I'll take some of that, and whats this?
He points around to various food items to see if he wants it. Reaver shrugs some of it off, he say yes to a few other items including some cheese buns. He looks over and notices something very disturbing to most but Reaver tilts his head and smiles. He notices an open fire pit with skewers of live scorpions bring roasted whole.
Man: ManiManiwantMani?
Reaver: Sure, I'll try some. HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!
He looks at it briefly before chowing down. Almost without hesitation, he grins and asks for some water. The old man just laughs at him.
Reaver: No No, it's good! Just a little spicy for me.
Man: ManiManiwantMani?
Reaver: I'll take four of those. Jason would have a field day with these HEHEHAHAHA!!
The man starts loading up some boxes that look like Chinese take out. A smile comes over Reaver as he is reminded of NYC. The goat and plantains from Jamaica, Queens. Then there's always that spicy new dish he got JUST for Kash.
MMMMM spicy scorpions on a stick APPLESAUCE!!!
Reaver: Sorry I got side tracked. Oh yes, expanding our horizons. We've expanded our brand of violence to the likes of Meltdown. Not so much for ourselves but so the rest of the roster know exactly what to expect if/when they move up to the big leagues. Leon Roberts and Jake Titan have found out about Foul Play the hard way. HA they rhyme! I'm AWESOME! So you guys are naturally born to kill? Does that even make sense? Just because you bitches were prone to burn ants with magnifying glasses when you were kids or cut the heads off of cats in high school make you guys dangerous? I bet you guys were voted, “most likely to rape babies” huh?
We've seen guys like you come and go all of our careers. You spew shit from your mouths as if you were doing a stand up replay of Ace Ventura. Am I supposed to be afraid of DJ Jazzy Jeff and the “Not So” Fresh Prince? Just because you walk around with your chests pouted out; doesn't make you tough, it makes you look stupid. I've seen the videos.....you both look like half a tard to begin with.
Foul Play started to mend the broken wounds of the current reality. That reality consists of dip shits like you who THINK they have a killer instinct. Am I supposed to be afraid of a guy who recite “poetry” on a mic and flash gang colors as if he was somebody important? You might be a challenge for whatever hole you crawled out of, but not APW. Where's the Red Shied Mafia to handle my light work?
Point is boys, you tried to bite off more tan you can chew. And now the indigestion is fucking up your insides just like we will. I've been BEGGING to get my hands on some fresh meat for a long time. My lust, my hunger for blood needs to be satisfied. It's at that point that I can't even bare the......APPLESAUCE!!!!!
Reaver grips his head and begins laughing to try to calm himself down. Just then the man returns with his food and he calmly comes back up and take it with a smile of gratitude. He starts walking back to the hotel.
Reaver: It's been so long since I had my FILL of blood. I was IRATE that I didn't get the chance to finally finish the job Jair Hopkins couldn't do. You know, killing off the breed that's been dying ever since they showed up n the scene over a year ago? You know what they say, never trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die....HAHA!!
Hopkins can't catch a break, he can't win and now he can't even kill himself without failing. HEHEHEHAHA!! He can't seem to do anything right can he? He tried to take the easy way out by suicide and they wouldn't even let me assist him with a mercy killing. These barbarians! How dare they not let me end his misery HEHEHAHA! He probably decided to end it after watching another Natural Born Killaz match I'm sure. I know I was inches from it myself until I realized it would be the pussy way out.
I don't hide or run from a challenge nor do I stray from giving one. Ask anybody in APW, singles or tag I will guarantee a fight for your very existence in inevitable. What makes it worse for the likes of you is the stipulation? First blood? Do I really have to stop after I make BOTH of you bleed? Where's the fun in that? You guys can't even handle a tornado tag match against who? Iron what's it now? Like a pair of tampon thieves pulling some strings, they gave you guys us in a blood bath come time for the super show.
There is NO way you're ready for the hell Foul Play brings. The way I see it, we have to go through you in order to get a shot at Dying Breed for those pretty little tag titles and if it means putting you guys on life support to get there, bet your ass we won't hesitate. Will curb stomp worse than American History X and laugh the entire time. Think I'm not serious?
Think of how we act fellas. We don't talk shit, we make things happen. We go to great lengths to get our point across. Kidnapping some dirty whore from Anthony Bailey and forcing a marriage on her to get to him, FORCING A MARRIAGE! Don't think for one second we didn't enjoy torturing her in that trunk all the way there either. You got small tastes of how we do over the past few weeks and now you will get another slice.
Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs about how “tough” you guys are and how “scary” you might claim to be. What have you guys done since being here? Pissed off a lot of people for no good reason and apparently raped a lot of babies. Or maybe not, my mind isn't quite clear on that. But bet me. PLEASE bet me that we won't win and we will make sure you're beat down by the bookie you made that deal with. Being the former muscle for the Italian mob? Ya' I know.......I been there........they probably already have your family hostage at this point. But the mafia doesn't exist, I dunno what you're talkin' about, shut up; don't judge me.
Besides, you're focus isn't on Foul Play is it? It's on your wives, girlfriends, prison cellmates who well, lets not go there. Point is; after Knoxville and his bitch rip you a new one, we will make the old one bleed harder than the Octo-mom on delivery day. Our focus? Jason has Bailey on lock down, and Lively will be bringing home gold so that leaves me all by my lonesome. A hundred percent ready willing and able to erase anybody and anything from existence. You guys should have stuck with Mayhem because come the Super Show? Money or Blood, Foul Play ALWAYS get our cut....
The hotel door opens, Reaver steps in with plastic bags filled with food that immediately fills the room with their scent. Kash nods at him as he enters and shuts the door. Placing the food on the counter that stands where carpet meets tile. He looks around the room and sees the duffel bag and Suicidal Championship that KJE had dropped.
Reaver: I guess we should have tidied up huh? Hehehehaha! Where she at?
Kash just nods in the direction of the room as he takes a swig of a bottle of water he got from the frig. Reaver starts unloading the little buckets of food. Kind of reminded Kash of Chinese takeout, those little white boxes. If there was an official name for them, he didn't know. But these had grease stains coming through and Kash was instantly hungry.
Jason Kash: Just a heads up..She might call you dirty. I blamed all this on you...
Reaver: Hehehehahaha...Seriously? That's messed up! KAY!!! KAY!!! HE'S LYING!!!
Reaver starts heading for the back room, Kash rushes after him, grabbing his shoulder and arm. He begins to pull Reaver and the two quickly start wrestling. Kash hits Reaver with a side Belly to Belly and the floor thuds loudly. Reaver rolls Kash over, sweeping him and putting him in a headlock. He begins pounding punches into the top of Kash's head as Kaylyn J. Evans comes out and stands at the edge of the living area with her hands on her hips. Her head shaking as the scene begins to fade...
I could see the look in Jason's eyes. He hated losing to me. It's not often I could get a small victory out of him, considering our seven year history. But what could be better than a nice hot local meal? Boobies? DUH! So I need to find something EXTRA spicy.......
APPLESAUCE!![/color]
He makes his way out of the hotel, all the while people staring at him like a freak. His body hunched over and eyes glazed. It was a wonder he didn't get a contact high from Kash just being next to him. He spots a local food market where people are selling exotic food. He figured it would be the perfect spot for a well placed pay back.
Reaver: Now before I indulge myself in some sexy Brazilian cuisine, it would be worth my time to mention how things with Foul Play have been. How things have come about. While Lively continues to bring the tradition of Asylum with it's lineage and me and Jason's “relationship” have been well documented, we have been forged together to bring out the TRUE justice of Asylum. And though it's true that actions speak louder than words, sometimes it's best to expand your horizon's before taking action.
This is where Foul Play comes in. Blessing Meltdown with our genius and greatness and continuing OUR tradition of fucking fools up on the spot. Asylum, and the people who represent it whether it be to fight or to watch, all know that Foul Play rules the roost. Our beloved Tag Team Champions in Dying Breed felt it first hand the second we came out on the scene. As new as our concept might seem, it's anything BUT. We merely went from a group of solo acts to a triangle brought together by a common goal.
There's no need to hate what we do just because we're that good at it. We represent the violent and brutal nature of APW and placed Asylum at the top of the food chain. Did the Pillars do that? Did Dying Breed do that? Did any of the solo great names of legendary and former World Champion status do that?
NO! Not in a million fucking years.
It was the blood and sweat that came off of guys like Myself, Kash, and Lively that helped shape Asylum into the beast of beasts it is today. We didn't do it for the money, we did it for the monetary value of keep a violent tradition alive. The same tradition that continues to be at the brink of extinction due to shady politics at the hands of those who can't hang. People who fear change, people who refuse to accept environmental adaptation. People who are willing to follow the next just for the sake of following. For this, Foul Play fights.....
Reaver makes his way to the market. Men and women selling strange fruits and wooden carvings. The smells coming off of wood fires cooking everything from plantains to water for beans. He makes his way to a man selling something a little more.....odd.
Reaver: SO what do we have here?
Man: ManiManigoatManiMani......
Reaver: MMMMMM!! I love goat. I'll take some of that, and whats this?
He points around to various food items to see if he wants it. Reaver shrugs some of it off, he say yes to a few other items including some cheese buns. He looks over and notices something very disturbing to most but Reaver tilts his head and smiles. He notices an open fire pit with skewers of live scorpions bring roasted whole.
Man: ManiManiwantMani?
Reaver: Sure, I'll try some. HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!
He looks at it briefly before chowing down. Almost without hesitation, he grins and asks for some water. The old man just laughs at him.
Reaver: No No, it's good! Just a little spicy for me.
Man: ManiManiwantMani?
Reaver: I'll take four of those. Jason would have a field day with these HEHEHAHAHA!!
The man starts loading up some boxes that look like Chinese take out. A smile comes over Reaver as he is reminded of NYC. The goat and plantains from Jamaica, Queens. Then there's always that spicy new dish he got JUST for Kash.
MMMMM spicy scorpions on a stick APPLESAUCE!!!
Reaver: Sorry I got side tracked. Oh yes, expanding our horizons. We've expanded our brand of violence to the likes of Meltdown. Not so much for ourselves but so the rest of the roster know exactly what to expect if/when they move up to the big leagues. Leon Roberts and Jake Titan have found out about Foul Play the hard way. HA they rhyme! I'm AWESOME! So you guys are naturally born to kill? Does that even make sense? Just because you bitches were prone to burn ants with magnifying glasses when you were kids or cut the heads off of cats in high school make you guys dangerous? I bet you guys were voted, “most likely to rape babies” huh?
We've seen guys like you come and go all of our careers. You spew shit from your mouths as if you were doing a stand up replay of Ace Ventura. Am I supposed to be afraid of DJ Jazzy Jeff and the “Not So” Fresh Prince? Just because you walk around with your chests pouted out; doesn't make you tough, it makes you look stupid. I've seen the videos.....you both look like half a tard to begin with.
Foul Play started to mend the broken wounds of the current reality. That reality consists of dip shits like you who THINK they have a killer instinct. Am I supposed to be afraid of a guy who recite “poetry” on a mic and flash gang colors as if he was somebody important? You might be a challenge for whatever hole you crawled out of, but not APW. Where's the Red Shied Mafia to handle my light work?
Point is boys, you tried to bite off more tan you can chew. And now the indigestion is fucking up your insides just like we will. I've been BEGGING to get my hands on some fresh meat for a long time. My lust, my hunger for blood needs to be satisfied. It's at that point that I can't even bare the......APPLESAUCE!!!!!
Reaver grips his head and begins laughing to try to calm himself down. Just then the man returns with his food and he calmly comes back up and take it with a smile of gratitude. He starts walking back to the hotel.
Reaver: It's been so long since I had my FILL of blood. I was IRATE that I didn't get the chance to finally finish the job Jair Hopkins couldn't do. You know, killing off the breed that's been dying ever since they showed up n the scene over a year ago? You know what they say, never trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die....HAHA!!
Hopkins can't catch a break, he can't win and now he can't even kill himself without failing. HEHEHEHAHA!! He can't seem to do anything right can he? He tried to take the easy way out by suicide and they wouldn't even let me assist him with a mercy killing. These barbarians! How dare they not let me end his misery HEHEHAHA! He probably decided to end it after watching another Natural Born Killaz match I'm sure. I know I was inches from it myself until I realized it would be the pussy way out.
I don't hide or run from a challenge nor do I stray from giving one. Ask anybody in APW, singles or tag I will guarantee a fight for your very existence in inevitable. What makes it worse for the likes of you is the stipulation? First blood? Do I really have to stop after I make BOTH of you bleed? Where's the fun in that? You guys can't even handle a tornado tag match against who? Iron what's it now? Like a pair of tampon thieves pulling some strings, they gave you guys us in a blood bath come time for the super show.
There is NO way you're ready for the hell Foul Play brings. The way I see it, we have to go through you in order to get a shot at Dying Breed for those pretty little tag titles and if it means putting you guys on life support to get there, bet your ass we won't hesitate. Will curb stomp worse than American History X and laugh the entire time. Think I'm not serious?
Think of how we act fellas. We don't talk shit, we make things happen. We go to great lengths to get our point across. Kidnapping some dirty whore from Anthony Bailey and forcing a marriage on her to get to him, FORCING A MARRIAGE! Don't think for one second we didn't enjoy torturing her in that trunk all the way there either. You got small tastes of how we do over the past few weeks and now you will get another slice.
Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs about how “tough” you guys are and how “scary” you might claim to be. What have you guys done since being here? Pissed off a lot of people for no good reason and apparently raped a lot of babies. Or maybe not, my mind isn't quite clear on that. But bet me. PLEASE bet me that we won't win and we will make sure you're beat down by the bookie you made that deal with. Being the former muscle for the Italian mob? Ya' I know.......I been there........they probably already have your family hostage at this point. But the mafia doesn't exist, I dunno what you're talkin' about, shut up; don't judge me.
Besides, you're focus isn't on Foul Play is it? It's on your wives, girlfriends, prison cellmates who well, lets not go there. Point is; after Knoxville and his bitch rip you a new one, we will make the old one bleed harder than the Octo-mom on delivery day. Our focus? Jason has Bailey on lock down, and Lively will be bringing home gold so that leaves me all by my lonesome. A hundred percent ready willing and able to erase anybody and anything from existence. You guys should have stuck with Mayhem because come the Super Show? Money or Blood, Foul Play ALWAYS get our cut....
The hotel door opens, Reaver steps in with plastic bags filled with food that immediately fills the room with their scent. Kash nods at him as he enters and shuts the door. Placing the food on the counter that stands where carpet meets tile. He looks around the room and sees the duffel bag and Suicidal Championship that KJE had dropped.
Reaver: I guess we should have tidied up huh? Hehehehaha! Where she at?
Kash just nods in the direction of the room as he takes a swig of a bottle of water he got from the frig. Reaver starts unloading the little buckets of food. Kind of reminded Kash of Chinese takeout, those little white boxes. If there was an official name for them, he didn't know. But these had grease stains coming through and Kash was instantly hungry.
Jason Kash: Just a heads up..She might call you dirty. I blamed all this on you...
Reaver: Hehehehahaha...Seriously? That's messed up! KAY!!! KAY!!! HE'S LYING!!!
Reaver starts heading for the back room, Kash rushes after him, grabbing his shoulder and arm. He begins to pull Reaver and the two quickly start wrestling. Kash hits Reaver with a side Belly to Belly and the floor thuds loudly. Reaver rolls Kash over, sweeping him and putting him in a headlock. He begins pounding punches into the top of Kash's head as Kaylyn J. Evans comes out and stands at the edge of the living area with her hands on her hips. Her head shaking as the scene begins to fade...
