Post by Reaver on May 28, 2013 1:05:31 GMT -4
You've already lost....
Music sounds in the backround.
Why ask why? The questions, the remarks, the snide comments of my recent happenings. The talk of the locker room of how ME, I'M the dog of Foul Play taking orders without a leash. Too many people are busy asking why when HOW is much more fun HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! Who are they to say anything about me? Who are they to sneer and snicker at my ways when they fail themselves? Will I be able to make it into Test For The Best? Will Foul Play sweep the legs of Dying Breed to enter in together? Will anybody else in APW get this “SOAP” reference? All this and more coming up on the next exciting episode of....FOUL PLAY!!
The scene opens up on the outside of a building. Zooming out, it appears to be a local rehab clinic in Louisiana as Reaver lurks on the outer walls; peaking in and out of the windows at all of the recovering drug addicts and alcoholics. At one point he thought he saw Lindsey Lohan but then he realized that a rich whore like her wouldn't be in the middle of some backwoods crap hole, as compared to her LOVELY clinic complete with a revolving door in front.
Reaver: Take a look inside Jair. You of all people know what it's like in one of these things. First off, who the hell names their kid Jair anyways? Moving on; I peak in and I see recovering drug addicts, suicide victims, alcoholics, and spoiled sacks of crap that call themselves “people” for having some made up addiction to sex. You know what I see Hopkins? The weak and the pathetic. Every last person in this facility, not receiving a paycheck, has the same weakness. Just as you do, they failed at life. For one reason or another, they came, saw and were conquered by the same pathetic weakness at some point in their lives.
No Heart....
No Will.....
Just as you do with every breath you take and every bullshitting syllable. You claim that everything got to you. The fans, the locker room....
Boo fucking hoo!
You are a real piece of work you know that? A real selfish piece of shit. Who are you to try and take your own life just because life gets hard? Who are you to stand there and preach the teamwork of Dying Breed when you were trying to leave them high and dry; a member missing? Is that how you want the team to be remembered? When life gets hard, end it!? You are supposed to be the voice of reason, the voice of the voiceless trying to CHANGE Asylum for the better and all you do is complain when times get tough.
Reaver pops his head up and looks inside again. He notices that its medicine time as one of the male nurses walks in with a cart full of paper cups. The “guests” inside seem to be tamed for the moment so to him, this must be the psych ward of this facility. He drops his head and looks for another window to see more active patients.
Reaver: Why don't we talk about hard times Jair. I've been in APW for three years, count them. Three long years with title shots few and far between and an everyday win/loss record even further. I've had spit, beer, god forbid; semen chucked at me by damn near every fan and non-fan in every arena we've toured in. I celebrated my 100th career loss to Sally Talfourd at last years Test For The Best for christ sakes. I SHOULD HAVE BEATEN HER TO BE TERRY MARVIN'S BITCH!! I've been on the cusp of greatness for so long, on the very edge of gold; the split second from victory and I haven't complained once Hopkins.
In three years, I've only won one single pay per view and it was against Branden Harvey at Rasslemania. Apparently, when you beat the laughing stock, you become him. Kind of like the highlander and I'm Duncan McCleod taking the head off his “tool-mortality”. In essence, I became the tool and took his powers away after I beat him; preventing me from ever winning another pay per view again. Or maybe that's just coincidence....I dunno'. I HAVE THE POWER!! No wait, that's He-man.
Survive and Conquer, I shined harder than anybody else from Asylum. The very TIP of winning it all, only to fail once again. I put high end names to rest and out on the unemployment line all year long like Alioth Starre, Chris Strike and even Mark Mania only to lose to weak-sauced guys like William D Williams.
I had to deal with an old friend coming back; from what I thought was a grave; and find out that he stole my identity and tried to pin that rap on ME! Hundreds of thousands of dollars lost, time spent stressing over my own identity, in and out of court rooms, fans and even the entire locker room full of guys who fought side by side with me; denying my own right of passage. Everything I've earned GONE with the blink of an eye.
Reaver pops his head and look inside at what he thinks is the recreation room. People reading, playing ping pong, watching TV. There looks to be a small drug deal going on inside as Reaver slowly opens the window just a crack so he can hear the commotion. A shifty looking guy seems to have a bag of something and about to hand it off to another.
Shifty guy: Hey man, you need a fix?
Tweeker: Um...no way man. I'm tryin' to get clean.
Shifty guy: C'mon! You only need just one more right? One more won't hurt you. Just one more for the road. And all it'll cost you is your desert for the rest of the time you're in here.
Tweeker: That's all?
Shifty guy: That's all.
The tweeker hands this shifty guy his daily cupcake and runs off with the bag of powder. Reaver closes the window and moves over to the next one and slightly cracks it open as there's a ruckus out in the hallway. The tweeker guy got caught with the bag of powder and the nurses tackles him down; all the while he fights and begs for one more “fix”. Some lady in a suit who seems to be the administrator grabs the shifty guy who's mouth is covered with chocolate frosting and pulls him aside.
Administrator: What is the meaning of this? Did you just pull off a drug deal in MY facility?
Shifty guy: Drug deal? What drug deal? That bag was full of carpet fresh. I'm on YOUR side.
He continues to get chewed out as he wiped the frosting from his face and proceeds to lick it off his hand. Reaver drops out of sight.
I WANNA' CUPCAKE!![/color]
Reaver: Another false promise just as you received from Bailey eh' Hopkins? You rant and rave about how NEW we are and how RELEVENT you are but it's the exact opposite isn't it? For over a year, nobody gave a rats ass about who or what Dying Breed was until Kash gave Bailey a title shot and even when Bailey became the World Champion, nobody knew or cared. Here we are a year later and what has Dying Breed accomplished? Losing a World Title and gaining the Tag Team Championships. It took over a year for all that. At what point was Dying Breed recognized as a team to watch out for? When Bailey lost the World Title, how may rematches did he get?
EXACTLY!!
Nobody is interested in dealing with the same rehashed garbage of Dying Breed. Nothing about you is new or original or even entertaining for that matter. When Dying Breed started, how many tag title shots did you guys get against Noble Hart? The fact that they hardly defended them all together is as irrelevant as the rest of Dying Breed. Speaking of world titles, it was just a month later where Kash became the new Suicidal Champion who then defended it against YOU the month after and SUCCESSFULY I might add while Bailey was too busy losing the MAIN EVENT! So tell me again how Dying Breed matters?
Jason Kash was FOUL long before the introduction of Foul Play. Myself; FOUL long before the introduction, Lively......you get the point. Bailey has had ONE agenda since being in APW and it doesn't involve the likes of you or Williams. Nobody has faith in any of you, just ask your own personal trainer; the legendary Juan Ramirez got bored with you guys and trained us here and there instead. Go ahead and tell us all how much more you guys mean to Asylum than Foul Play.
We have a lot in common Jair. We both grew up with bad beginnings on the wrong ends of town. We both grew up scrapping for every shred of dignity we could find. We didn't hurt others out of want or greed but out of necessity, for survival. We did what we had to do in order to take care of ourselves. Me, the lost thrown away child of abusive alcoholics and you; the retarded crack baby of a drugged up street walker. You seemed to have lost track of that when you joined Dying Breed. You were put on the back burner while Bailey took all the fame and glory for himself. Did you feel at home in HIS expensive houses and hotels? Were you comfortable with riding along as Anthony Bailey.....and friends? I'm willing to bet that you never were and THAT'S the real reason you attempted suicide. To get attention. To get notoriety. AND YOU STILL FAILED!! You can't even kill yourself right. And you expect to beat the likes of me? HA!! get bent!!
Even as we speak, the top billing for us is KASH VS BAILEY! Not Jair Hopkins. Oh, and in case you forgot, it was Jason Kash beating Bailey's ass all over Brazil having his hand raised. During the first match of Dying Breed vs Foul Play, it was FOUL PLAY whooping the shit out of Williams and Bailey from one end of the ring to the next. I pinned Bailey himself remember? And this is exactly why you will fail once again. Your focus is too much on Kash, too much on Dying Breed as a whole against Foul Play instead of being on me. These same mistakes cost you over and over again Jair. Just like Karin. Instead of leaving her behind and put the focus where it needed to be, you let her get in your way. And now you ask her to do it again? I guess you forgot what Jason and I did to Bailey's dirty little whore in another country huh? HEHEHEHAHA!!
This match isn't about Bailey and Kash. It's not about Lively roughing up the smooth one. This match is about me and you. For weeks I've been softening you up and getting into your head for one simple purpose.
AMPUTATION!
Dying Breed is a cancer on the ass of Asylum and I've been slowly working my magic getting into your weak willed and pathetic mind just do I can finish you off. What better way to finally kill off a dying beast than to severe the “heart” right? HEHEHEHAHAHA! Go ahead and bitch and moan about my mask. Elbow me in the face as much as you like because the surgery has already begun and it's high time to snip snip. At least with my mask on, people STILL KNOW WHO I AM! I'll be relevant long after I cut you off. Just like I was three years ago. Don't worry about committing suicide Hopkins, by the time I'm done with you, there won't be enough left to scrape off the mat to be identified.
Can't defeat you? You already beat yourself, I'm just claiming the glory....and the spot for Test For The Best, HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!!
I STILL WANNA CUPCAKE DAMNIT!![/color]
Reaver manages to get out from the side of the building and runs off through some nearby brush as the scene fades.
Music sounds in the backround.
Why ask why? The questions, the remarks, the snide comments of my recent happenings. The talk of the locker room of how ME, I'M the dog of Foul Play taking orders without a leash. Too many people are busy asking why when HOW is much more fun HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! Who are they to say anything about me? Who are they to sneer and snicker at my ways when they fail themselves? Will I be able to make it into Test For The Best? Will Foul Play sweep the legs of Dying Breed to enter in together? Will anybody else in APW get this “SOAP” reference? All this and more coming up on the next exciting episode of....FOUL PLAY!!
The scene opens up on the outside of a building. Zooming out, it appears to be a local rehab clinic in Louisiana as Reaver lurks on the outer walls; peaking in and out of the windows at all of the recovering drug addicts and alcoholics. At one point he thought he saw Lindsey Lohan but then he realized that a rich whore like her wouldn't be in the middle of some backwoods crap hole, as compared to her LOVELY clinic complete with a revolving door in front.
Reaver: Take a look inside Jair. You of all people know what it's like in one of these things. First off, who the hell names their kid Jair anyways? Moving on; I peak in and I see recovering drug addicts, suicide victims, alcoholics, and spoiled sacks of crap that call themselves “people” for having some made up addiction to sex. You know what I see Hopkins? The weak and the pathetic. Every last person in this facility, not receiving a paycheck, has the same weakness. Just as you do, they failed at life. For one reason or another, they came, saw and were conquered by the same pathetic weakness at some point in their lives.
No Heart....
No Will.....
Just as you do with every breath you take and every bullshitting syllable. You claim that everything got to you. The fans, the locker room....
Boo fucking hoo!
You are a real piece of work you know that? A real selfish piece of shit. Who are you to try and take your own life just because life gets hard? Who are you to stand there and preach the teamwork of Dying Breed when you were trying to leave them high and dry; a member missing? Is that how you want the team to be remembered? When life gets hard, end it!? You are supposed to be the voice of reason, the voice of the voiceless trying to CHANGE Asylum for the better and all you do is complain when times get tough.
Reaver pops his head up and looks inside again. He notices that its medicine time as one of the male nurses walks in with a cart full of paper cups. The “guests” inside seem to be tamed for the moment so to him, this must be the psych ward of this facility. He drops his head and looks for another window to see more active patients.
Reaver: Why don't we talk about hard times Jair. I've been in APW for three years, count them. Three long years with title shots few and far between and an everyday win/loss record even further. I've had spit, beer, god forbid; semen chucked at me by damn near every fan and non-fan in every arena we've toured in. I celebrated my 100th career loss to Sally Talfourd at last years Test For The Best for christ sakes. I SHOULD HAVE BEATEN HER TO BE TERRY MARVIN'S BITCH!! I've been on the cusp of greatness for so long, on the very edge of gold; the split second from victory and I haven't complained once Hopkins.
In three years, I've only won one single pay per view and it was against Branden Harvey at Rasslemania. Apparently, when you beat the laughing stock, you become him. Kind of like the highlander and I'm Duncan McCleod taking the head off his “tool-mortality”. In essence, I became the tool and took his powers away after I beat him; preventing me from ever winning another pay per view again. Or maybe that's just coincidence....I dunno'. I HAVE THE POWER!! No wait, that's He-man.
Survive and Conquer, I shined harder than anybody else from Asylum. The very TIP of winning it all, only to fail once again. I put high end names to rest and out on the unemployment line all year long like Alioth Starre, Chris Strike and even Mark Mania only to lose to weak-sauced guys like William D Williams.
I had to deal with an old friend coming back; from what I thought was a grave; and find out that he stole my identity and tried to pin that rap on ME! Hundreds of thousands of dollars lost, time spent stressing over my own identity, in and out of court rooms, fans and even the entire locker room full of guys who fought side by side with me; denying my own right of passage. Everything I've earned GONE with the blink of an eye.
Reaver pops his head and look inside at what he thinks is the recreation room. People reading, playing ping pong, watching TV. There looks to be a small drug deal going on inside as Reaver slowly opens the window just a crack so he can hear the commotion. A shifty looking guy seems to have a bag of something and about to hand it off to another.
Shifty guy: Hey man, you need a fix?
Tweeker: Um...no way man. I'm tryin' to get clean.
Shifty guy: C'mon! You only need just one more right? One more won't hurt you. Just one more for the road. And all it'll cost you is your desert for the rest of the time you're in here.
Tweeker: That's all?
Shifty guy: That's all.
The tweeker hands this shifty guy his daily cupcake and runs off with the bag of powder. Reaver closes the window and moves over to the next one and slightly cracks it open as there's a ruckus out in the hallway. The tweeker guy got caught with the bag of powder and the nurses tackles him down; all the while he fights and begs for one more “fix”. Some lady in a suit who seems to be the administrator grabs the shifty guy who's mouth is covered with chocolate frosting and pulls him aside.
Administrator: What is the meaning of this? Did you just pull off a drug deal in MY facility?
Shifty guy: Drug deal? What drug deal? That bag was full of carpet fresh. I'm on YOUR side.
He continues to get chewed out as he wiped the frosting from his face and proceeds to lick it off his hand. Reaver drops out of sight.
I WANNA' CUPCAKE!![/color]
Reaver: Another false promise just as you received from Bailey eh' Hopkins? You rant and rave about how NEW we are and how RELEVENT you are but it's the exact opposite isn't it? For over a year, nobody gave a rats ass about who or what Dying Breed was until Kash gave Bailey a title shot and even when Bailey became the World Champion, nobody knew or cared. Here we are a year later and what has Dying Breed accomplished? Losing a World Title and gaining the Tag Team Championships. It took over a year for all that. At what point was Dying Breed recognized as a team to watch out for? When Bailey lost the World Title, how may rematches did he get?
EXACTLY!!
Nobody is interested in dealing with the same rehashed garbage of Dying Breed. Nothing about you is new or original or even entertaining for that matter. When Dying Breed started, how many tag title shots did you guys get against Noble Hart? The fact that they hardly defended them all together is as irrelevant as the rest of Dying Breed. Speaking of world titles, it was just a month later where Kash became the new Suicidal Champion who then defended it against YOU the month after and SUCCESSFULY I might add while Bailey was too busy losing the MAIN EVENT! So tell me again how Dying Breed matters?
Jason Kash was FOUL long before the introduction of Foul Play. Myself; FOUL long before the introduction, Lively......you get the point. Bailey has had ONE agenda since being in APW and it doesn't involve the likes of you or Williams. Nobody has faith in any of you, just ask your own personal trainer; the legendary Juan Ramirez got bored with you guys and trained us here and there instead. Go ahead and tell us all how much more you guys mean to Asylum than Foul Play.
We have a lot in common Jair. We both grew up with bad beginnings on the wrong ends of town. We both grew up scrapping for every shred of dignity we could find. We didn't hurt others out of want or greed but out of necessity, for survival. We did what we had to do in order to take care of ourselves. Me, the lost thrown away child of abusive alcoholics and you; the retarded crack baby of a drugged up street walker. You seemed to have lost track of that when you joined Dying Breed. You were put on the back burner while Bailey took all the fame and glory for himself. Did you feel at home in HIS expensive houses and hotels? Were you comfortable with riding along as Anthony Bailey.....and friends? I'm willing to bet that you never were and THAT'S the real reason you attempted suicide. To get attention. To get notoriety. AND YOU STILL FAILED!! You can't even kill yourself right. And you expect to beat the likes of me? HA!! get bent!!
Even as we speak, the top billing for us is KASH VS BAILEY! Not Jair Hopkins. Oh, and in case you forgot, it was Jason Kash beating Bailey's ass all over Brazil having his hand raised. During the first match of Dying Breed vs Foul Play, it was FOUL PLAY whooping the shit out of Williams and Bailey from one end of the ring to the next. I pinned Bailey himself remember? And this is exactly why you will fail once again. Your focus is too much on Kash, too much on Dying Breed as a whole against Foul Play instead of being on me. These same mistakes cost you over and over again Jair. Just like Karin. Instead of leaving her behind and put the focus where it needed to be, you let her get in your way. And now you ask her to do it again? I guess you forgot what Jason and I did to Bailey's dirty little whore in another country huh? HEHEHEHAHA!!
This match isn't about Bailey and Kash. It's not about Lively roughing up the smooth one. This match is about me and you. For weeks I've been softening you up and getting into your head for one simple purpose.
AMPUTATION!
Dying Breed is a cancer on the ass of Asylum and I've been slowly working my magic getting into your weak willed and pathetic mind just do I can finish you off. What better way to finally kill off a dying beast than to severe the “heart” right? HEHEHEHAHAHA! Go ahead and bitch and moan about my mask. Elbow me in the face as much as you like because the surgery has already begun and it's high time to snip snip. At least with my mask on, people STILL KNOW WHO I AM! I'll be relevant long after I cut you off. Just like I was three years ago. Don't worry about committing suicide Hopkins, by the time I'm done with you, there won't be enough left to scrape off the mat to be identified.
Can't defeat you? You already beat yourself, I'm just claiming the glory....and the spot for Test For The Best, HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!!
I STILL WANNA CUPCAKE DAMNIT!![/color]
Reaver manages to get out from the side of the building and runs off through some nearby brush as the scene fades.
