Post by Reaver on May 31, 2013 2:12:13 GMT -4
I find myself looking for some peace away from Kash and Lively. Not that I don't enjoy them but sometimes I need my own space. It's not always fun being tased for no reason...HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! Although I do thoroughly enjoy it. When we went out to dinner, I told them I had to use the bathroom, not to go per-say; but to clear my head. Kinda odd that there's a lot of poop jokes lately but I'm not here to judge damn it!![/color]
The scene opens as Reaver is in the bathroom of a scandalous steakhouse on the outskirts of town. It's the kind of bathroom that makes most people cringe when they see it. As if somebody just pulled down their pants and let it fly if you know what I mean. A man runs past him and out of the bathroom holding his mouth as if to vomit at the site of the scene and the nearby toilet wasn't good enough for his bodily waste. Reaver shakes his head and looks around at the foul looking place. He notices some writing on the wall....
“For a good time call Karin (insert random number here)”....
“Why are you looking up here when the joke is in your hand”.....
“Glory Hole ==========>>>>”
So on and so forth. He started to miss his little roach friend and figured he might stop by the pet store before his big match. A grimey place like this would certainly make anybody miss a roach right? There was one thing that certainly caught his eye that was, oddly enough, out of place. A taro card. Here? It wasn't just any card, it was the taro card, “DEATH”.
Reaver: This card seemingly caught my eye Hopkins. You know why? Not for the obvious, but for the oblivious. The Death card shows Death himself riding on a white horse, holding a black and white flag. Death is portrayed as a skeleton as the skeletal bones are the part of the body that survives death. The armor he is wearing indicates that he is invincible and unconquerable. Indeed, no-one has yet triumphed over death. The horse that Death rides is white, the color of purity. Death is therefore the ultimate purifier. All things are reborn fresh, new and pure. Death does not discern between age, race or gender. The banner that Death carries has a black background, indicating an absence of light. The white rose, on the other hand, indicates beauty, purification and immortality. In the background of the card, there is a rising sun, a sign of immortality. The sun appears to ‘die’ each night but is reborn fresh and new every morning. The two pillars are guarding the gateway to the sun, symbolizing the knowledge needed to gain immortality.
The Death card is probably the most feared and misunderstood of all the cards in the Tarot deck as I am in APW. Just the mention of the card’s name has people shaking in their boots! In general, people tend to take the meaning of this card far too literally and fear that the indication is for the death of either themselves or others. The card of Death can be one of the most fruitful and positive cards in the deck. Death is symbolic of the ending of a major phase or aspect of your life that may bring about the beginning of something far more valuable and important. You must close one door in order to open another right?
This is how “DEATH” is relevant, unlike you and the rest of ETERNAL SPECIES (die already!!), this card represents change. Just as I went though over the past 8 months, heavy heavy change; and for the better. This card is the same reason I wear my mask Hopkins. It's not to scare you “folks” into losing to me, it's not meant to hide anything. It's a representation of who I am and the struggle of what I went through to get here. But hey, if a big and tough little puddy tat is to esssccaaarrreeedddd then too bad, HEHEHAHAHAHAHA! When Jason Kash nearly ended my life with those multiple chair shots to the head, he unleashed something inside me that's been laid dormant for so long. When I first met Kash, I was “The Innovator”! I was the guy who took violence to a whole new level. But somewhere over the coarse my career, that's what I became, Johnny Knuckles “Career Guy”! This is the reason I have lost touch with my inner self.
I was too focused on how my career will pan out that I was blinded by what was in front of me. By the time I realized I needed to take my head out of my ass, it was far too late. Something inside me snapped as I laid on that hospital bed. As my head was being smothered and on the verge of death, something came over me that I hadn't felt in almost a decade. And now here we are Jair, you staring back at me, rattling the bear cage as if I won't hunt your punk ass down and devour your soul just to get what I want. Change came and gone, it's here and now you will feel the full fury that is Reaver....
He rips the card off the wall and sits down on the stall behind him. Staring at the card, he can't help but grin. He looks the card up and down, deep in the backround at the sun and pillars then chuckles to himself. All of a sudden, some guy comes running out at him, screaming at the top of his lungs and wailing a broom. He looks around and realizes that he's got his pants down and squatting on the front lawn of some old man's house; who doesn't seem to appreciate a good old fashioned fertilizing. He manages to pull up his pants and books it down this suburban like street before catching a face full of broom.
The man continues to scream obscenities at him from down the block but as Reaver looks around, he feels like he ended up someplace from The Truman Show or something. He figures he better look around for a piece of Mrs. Cleaver's hot tail. Just then....he hears it......
Duh Duh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuhhhhh.....
Duh Duh Duh DUH DUH Duh duuuuhhhhh Duh DUH duuuhhhhhh......[/color]
He stops. His eyes light up like a kid at Christmas. Everybody on gods green earth knows what that sounds means.....ICECREAM!!!!
Duh Duh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuhhhhh.....
Duh Duh Duh DUH DUH Duh duuuuhhhhh Duh DUH duuuhhhhhh......[/color]
Reaver: ICECREAM!!!!
Louder and louder it gets as a giant truck rolls past. He deduces that the sounds from his childhood are coming from it and he hurls himself into the street and chases it like Lynn Hayes from the Mod Squad. It speeds up as if to get away from him but he pushes harder to try and catch up. He begins foaming at the mouth with anticipation; like a rabid animal needing to be put down.
Duh Duh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuhhhhh.....
Duh Duh Duh DUH DUH Duh duuuuhhhhh Duh DUH duuuhhhhhh......[/color]
Harder and harder he tries to catch up as the truck seemingly starts to slowdown. Just as Reaver and his foaming mouth grab the side of it, a man pops his head out and sprays him with mace. He drops down on the ground in agony, rolling from left to right in the middle of the street. The truck stops as a man comes out holding the spray up for protection.
Reaver: AHHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL MAN!?
Man: You were chasing me and I need to make my rounds.
Reaver: I just wanted some icecream.....
Man: What!? I don't sell icecream, I'M THE MAILMAN!!!
Reaver: Then why were you playing that awesome tune?
Man: What tune?
The combination of froth and snot coming from his nose and mouth; covered his face. The mailman, not wanting to take any chances, decides to pull put a taser and lets loose on Reaver sending him into convulsions. His head bounces off the side of the bathroom stall as his convulsing body stops and his eyes stop tearing long enough to see Jason Kash and Michael Lively standing at the entrance to the bathroom stall.
Kash: Oh good, you're awake.
Reaver: WHAT THE HELL!?
Lively: We wondered what was taking you so long and decided to come in. I personally wasn't too fond of walking into the same stall. I figured you were probably wacking it and stood back out of sheer courtesy.
Reaver:....Uh thanks?
Kash: HA HA! Yea, we heard you snoring and figured you needed a good wake up call. But DAYUM, that smell. Talk about something FOUL.....
Reaver: I really need to lay off the chocolate covered crickets.
All three men head out of the stall in a completely hetero-sexual manner (I swear) as the scene fades.
Reaver: Go ahead Hopkins and think just like the rest of APW about how I'm the DOG of Foul Play. I wonder if you'll feel the same way after I make you my BITCH at Raab-a-Mania this weekend. Tell the world how I'm the follower...BUT WAIT!.....You're too busy preaching the same old song and dance just like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. It's the same old song and dance with you Jair and it's really fucking pathetic if you ask me. You spend most of your time looming over Jason Kash, NOW who's the dog. I think it's because you feel...left out huh? Left out of Bailey's plans, left out of Dying Breeds plans for Test For The Best, just left out all together.
What do you think will happen Hopkins? You think you'll defend the Tag Team Championships AND compete for a World Title shot? Get real homie, you are just WAYYYYY too stretched thin at the moment. Between the lack of focus you have for that division and the lack of focus you have on me, there's no doubt in my mind that I will send you home packing.
HOW CAN I DO THAT IF I'M ALREADY DEAD!!?
HA! Just like the taro card says Hopkins, I might die every show but I am reborn fresh the next day. How many people have put me down in my career? A LOT! I haven't died yet and better, more skilled have tried. So what makes you the X-Factor? What do you have that the rest didn't? Jason Kash himself couldn't do it in seven years and he put you down multiple times already. If you weren't on the bandwagon to suck his dick, maybe you might have learned a few things after he “finished” the job.
I guess that's always been your M-O right Jair? Claiming glory where it isn't deserved. That's what happens when a righteous prick like you gets any kind of spotlight. Keep preaching about how you THINK you have the upper hand, go and have it YOUR way you hamburger eating mother fucker. But before you choke on a big bacon classic and die, for real this time, ask yourself this....
“What happens when I lose to Foul Play again?”
Go on, I'll wait.
Still waiting....
NOTHING! Nothing will happen because that would require people to actually give a shit about you and that pathetic reason you continue to live. What was it? The fans? The same fans that almost made you commit suicide? The team? The same team that “has your back” but didn't seem to care that Juan Ramirez was going broke until Foul Play gave him the money he needed to keep his business going. Isn't he the guy that trained you all? And this is how you treat him?
Face it Hopkins, you are a lost cause. You're no star. Bailey handed you a championship on a silver platter because he felt SORRY FOR YOU! Just as many might think with Kash and I but the difference being, I couldn't care LESS about what anybody else thinks. I do what's right for me and the right move was Foul Play. The right move is pure unadulterated violence. That's why I attacked you for weeks on end. Not because I was given orders, but because you tried to end things and failed, I figured you could use a hand, HEHEHEHAHAHA!! You're very own doubts will be your downfall and it will be me to claim credit for it, not Lively, not Kash. I saw an opportunity and took it. Don't worry about them coming to the ring, worry about me finishing the job I....that you started HEHEHEAHAHAHA!
One more thing before I go though Jair, How is it that you continue to push for tradition in a place of violence when violence is that places tradition?
MIND BLOWN!!
It's something that's been banging around in, what's left of, my head for quite some time. It's like asking, “If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” I would say chew on that for a while but I guess you're too busy having fantasies of tea baggin' me HALO style. Does that make you happy Jair? The thought of you dropping your nuts on my face? I think there's more FOUL in you that you realize. It won't be “greatness” that I'll be tasting, It'll be that sweet taste of victory as you look back up at me from the flat of your back. Covered in blood and wondering, “who let the dogs out?”
Who?
Who?
Who?
Then you can go back home and spank it to reruns of my hardcore matches on Blue Ray. Just remember that you were too focused on touching me with your sweaty ball sack while I was busy getting ready for a blood bath. Take that “fromundah” cheese and shove it straight down your throat cuz' those weak ass size 10's won't be enough to get the job done that my size 13w's will be too busy doing to you up and down every inch of Raab-a-Mania.
The scene opens as Reaver is in the bathroom of a scandalous steakhouse on the outskirts of town. It's the kind of bathroom that makes most people cringe when they see it. As if somebody just pulled down their pants and let it fly if you know what I mean. A man runs past him and out of the bathroom holding his mouth as if to vomit at the site of the scene and the nearby toilet wasn't good enough for his bodily waste. Reaver shakes his head and looks around at the foul looking place. He notices some writing on the wall....
“For a good time call Karin (insert random number here)”....
“Why are you looking up here when the joke is in your hand”.....
“Glory Hole ==========>>>>”
So on and so forth. He started to miss his little roach friend and figured he might stop by the pet store before his big match. A grimey place like this would certainly make anybody miss a roach right? There was one thing that certainly caught his eye that was, oddly enough, out of place. A taro card. Here? It wasn't just any card, it was the taro card, “DEATH”.
Reaver: This card seemingly caught my eye Hopkins. You know why? Not for the obvious, but for the oblivious. The Death card shows Death himself riding on a white horse, holding a black and white flag. Death is portrayed as a skeleton as the skeletal bones are the part of the body that survives death. The armor he is wearing indicates that he is invincible and unconquerable. Indeed, no-one has yet triumphed over death. The horse that Death rides is white, the color of purity. Death is therefore the ultimate purifier. All things are reborn fresh, new and pure. Death does not discern between age, race or gender. The banner that Death carries has a black background, indicating an absence of light. The white rose, on the other hand, indicates beauty, purification and immortality. In the background of the card, there is a rising sun, a sign of immortality. The sun appears to ‘die’ each night but is reborn fresh and new every morning. The two pillars are guarding the gateway to the sun, symbolizing the knowledge needed to gain immortality.
The Death card is probably the most feared and misunderstood of all the cards in the Tarot deck as I am in APW. Just the mention of the card’s name has people shaking in their boots! In general, people tend to take the meaning of this card far too literally and fear that the indication is for the death of either themselves or others. The card of Death can be one of the most fruitful and positive cards in the deck. Death is symbolic of the ending of a major phase or aspect of your life that may bring about the beginning of something far more valuable and important. You must close one door in order to open another right?
This is how “DEATH” is relevant, unlike you and the rest of ETERNAL SPECIES (die already!!), this card represents change. Just as I went though over the past 8 months, heavy heavy change; and for the better. This card is the same reason I wear my mask Hopkins. It's not to scare you “folks” into losing to me, it's not meant to hide anything. It's a representation of who I am and the struggle of what I went through to get here. But hey, if a big and tough little puddy tat is to esssccaaarrreeedddd then too bad, HEHEHAHAHAHAHA! When Jason Kash nearly ended my life with those multiple chair shots to the head, he unleashed something inside me that's been laid dormant for so long. When I first met Kash, I was “The Innovator”! I was the guy who took violence to a whole new level. But somewhere over the coarse my career, that's what I became, Johnny Knuckles “Career Guy”! This is the reason I have lost touch with my inner self.
I was too focused on how my career will pan out that I was blinded by what was in front of me. By the time I realized I needed to take my head out of my ass, it was far too late. Something inside me snapped as I laid on that hospital bed. As my head was being smothered and on the verge of death, something came over me that I hadn't felt in almost a decade. And now here we are Jair, you staring back at me, rattling the bear cage as if I won't hunt your punk ass down and devour your soul just to get what I want. Change came and gone, it's here and now you will feel the full fury that is Reaver....
He rips the card off the wall and sits down on the stall behind him. Staring at the card, he can't help but grin. He looks the card up and down, deep in the backround at the sun and pillars then chuckles to himself. All of a sudden, some guy comes running out at him, screaming at the top of his lungs and wailing a broom. He looks around and realizes that he's got his pants down and squatting on the front lawn of some old man's house; who doesn't seem to appreciate a good old fashioned fertilizing. He manages to pull up his pants and books it down this suburban like street before catching a face full of broom.
The man continues to scream obscenities at him from down the block but as Reaver looks around, he feels like he ended up someplace from The Truman Show or something. He figures he better look around for a piece of Mrs. Cleaver's hot tail. Just then....he hears it......
Duh Duh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuhhhhh.....
Duh Duh Duh DUH DUH Duh duuuuhhhhh Duh DUH duuuhhhhhh......[/color]
He stops. His eyes light up like a kid at Christmas. Everybody on gods green earth knows what that sounds means.....ICECREAM!!!!
Duh Duh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuhhhhh.....
Duh Duh Duh DUH DUH Duh duuuuhhhhh Duh DUH duuuhhhhhh......[/color]
Reaver: ICECREAM!!!!
Louder and louder it gets as a giant truck rolls past. He deduces that the sounds from his childhood are coming from it and he hurls himself into the street and chases it like Lynn Hayes from the Mod Squad. It speeds up as if to get away from him but he pushes harder to try and catch up. He begins foaming at the mouth with anticipation; like a rabid animal needing to be put down.
Duh Duh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuuhhh Duh duuhhhhh.....
Duh Duh Duh DUH DUH Duh duuuuhhhhh Duh DUH duuuhhhhhh......[/color]
Harder and harder he tries to catch up as the truck seemingly starts to slowdown. Just as Reaver and his foaming mouth grab the side of it, a man pops his head out and sprays him with mace. He drops down on the ground in agony, rolling from left to right in the middle of the street. The truck stops as a man comes out holding the spray up for protection.
Reaver: AHHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL MAN!?
Man: You were chasing me and I need to make my rounds.
Reaver: I just wanted some icecream.....
Man: What!? I don't sell icecream, I'M THE MAILMAN!!!
Reaver: Then why were you playing that awesome tune?
Man: What tune?
The combination of froth and snot coming from his nose and mouth; covered his face. The mailman, not wanting to take any chances, decides to pull put a taser and lets loose on Reaver sending him into convulsions. His head bounces off the side of the bathroom stall as his convulsing body stops and his eyes stop tearing long enough to see Jason Kash and Michael Lively standing at the entrance to the bathroom stall.
Kash: Oh good, you're awake.
Reaver: WHAT THE HELL!?
Lively: We wondered what was taking you so long and decided to come in. I personally wasn't too fond of walking into the same stall. I figured you were probably wacking it and stood back out of sheer courtesy.
Reaver:....Uh thanks?
Kash: HA HA! Yea, we heard you snoring and figured you needed a good wake up call. But DAYUM, that smell. Talk about something FOUL.....
Reaver: I really need to lay off the chocolate covered crickets.
All three men head out of the stall in a completely hetero-sexual manner (I swear) as the scene fades.
Reaver: Go ahead Hopkins and think just like the rest of APW about how I'm the DOG of Foul Play. I wonder if you'll feel the same way after I make you my BITCH at Raab-a-Mania this weekend. Tell the world how I'm the follower...BUT WAIT!.....You're too busy preaching the same old song and dance just like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. It's the same old song and dance with you Jair and it's really fucking pathetic if you ask me. You spend most of your time looming over Jason Kash, NOW who's the dog. I think it's because you feel...left out huh? Left out of Bailey's plans, left out of Dying Breeds plans for Test For The Best, just left out all together.
What do you think will happen Hopkins? You think you'll defend the Tag Team Championships AND compete for a World Title shot? Get real homie, you are just WAYYYYY too stretched thin at the moment. Between the lack of focus you have for that division and the lack of focus you have on me, there's no doubt in my mind that I will send you home packing.
HOW CAN I DO THAT IF I'M ALREADY DEAD!!?
HA! Just like the taro card says Hopkins, I might die every show but I am reborn fresh the next day. How many people have put me down in my career? A LOT! I haven't died yet and better, more skilled have tried. So what makes you the X-Factor? What do you have that the rest didn't? Jason Kash himself couldn't do it in seven years and he put you down multiple times already. If you weren't on the bandwagon to suck his dick, maybe you might have learned a few things after he “finished” the job.
I guess that's always been your M-O right Jair? Claiming glory where it isn't deserved. That's what happens when a righteous prick like you gets any kind of spotlight. Keep preaching about how you THINK you have the upper hand, go and have it YOUR way you hamburger eating mother fucker. But before you choke on a big bacon classic and die, for real this time, ask yourself this....
“What happens when I lose to Foul Play again?”
Go on, I'll wait.
Still waiting....
NOTHING! Nothing will happen because that would require people to actually give a shit about you and that pathetic reason you continue to live. What was it? The fans? The same fans that almost made you commit suicide? The team? The same team that “has your back” but didn't seem to care that Juan Ramirez was going broke until Foul Play gave him the money he needed to keep his business going. Isn't he the guy that trained you all? And this is how you treat him?
Face it Hopkins, you are a lost cause. You're no star. Bailey handed you a championship on a silver platter because he felt SORRY FOR YOU! Just as many might think with Kash and I but the difference being, I couldn't care LESS about what anybody else thinks. I do what's right for me and the right move was Foul Play. The right move is pure unadulterated violence. That's why I attacked you for weeks on end. Not because I was given orders, but because you tried to end things and failed, I figured you could use a hand, HEHEHEHAHAHA!! You're very own doubts will be your downfall and it will be me to claim credit for it, not Lively, not Kash. I saw an opportunity and took it. Don't worry about them coming to the ring, worry about me finishing the job I....that you started HEHEHEAHAHAHA!
One more thing before I go though Jair, How is it that you continue to push for tradition in a place of violence when violence is that places tradition?
MIND BLOWN!!
It's something that's been banging around in, what's left of, my head for quite some time. It's like asking, “If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” I would say chew on that for a while but I guess you're too busy having fantasies of tea baggin' me HALO style. Does that make you happy Jair? The thought of you dropping your nuts on my face? I think there's more FOUL in you that you realize. It won't be “greatness” that I'll be tasting, It'll be that sweet taste of victory as you look back up at me from the flat of your back. Covered in blood and wondering, “who let the dogs out?”
Who?
Who?
Who?
Then you can go back home and spank it to reruns of my hardcore matches on Blue Ray. Just remember that you were too focused on touching me with your sweaty ball sack while I was busy getting ready for a blood bath. Take that “fromundah” cheese and shove it straight down your throat cuz' those weak ass size 10's won't be enough to get the job done that my size 13w's will be too busy doing to you up and down every inch of Raab-a-Mania.
