Post by Reaver on Jun 30, 2013 15:23:18 GMT -4
Blood drips from his wrists as the barbwire binds both of his hands. His legs, both broken. Forced to his knees, you hear a CRACK of an object across his face. Laughter is in the air as a shadowy figure looms over Reaver's broken and bloody body. CRACK; CRACK some more as the blood sprays in the night sky. His breath is heavy and his strength has faded; all the while, the beatings continue. His laughter echoes through his ears and down into his very soul. The pain, excruciating.
How has it come to this?
He tries to think to himself but it's hard to concentrate when he's trying to remember memories of his disturbing dreams. The scene opens as Dr. Jason Bryce has Reaver under hypnosis in order to discuss a very vivid image that's been haunting him for a few months now. The same vision, over and over again. A vision of himself being bound and tortured by a shadow, all the while being laughed at for their own amusement. He almost feels like he has nothing left. With every ounce of struggle comes a pound of reactive force against him. The harder he tries, the further back he is pushed. Reaver doesn't move off the couch but speaks while being forced to stare at the same vision over and over while under hypnosis. It's almost torture in itself having to endure it again and again.
Dr. Bryce: Do you recognize the shadowy figure John?
Reaver: No, just a giant shadow hitting me repeatedly. I don't understand WHY he's hitting me. Or how I even got there for that matter.
Dr. Bryce: Is there anything in the back round?
Reaver: I'm not sure, it's blurry. It almost looks as if we're on a cliff and the only thing in the distance is empty space.
His vague response is a result of the groggy hypnosis he's under. The doctor begins to glare with a smile at the new office equipment he purchased using Reaver's money. He's seemingly been too broke to afford the standard professional setup. Reaver continues on as the doctor starts ignoring him and gawks at all the new stuff he bought.
Dr. Bryce:.....mmmm yea. Oh YES! Tell me more of this vision you keep having.
Reaver: A menudo pensaba en el suicidio sólo para recordar lo mucho que me encanta puta madre ur en el culo. ¿Cómo es que por el camino? Realmente echo de emborracharse con ella y tallar mis iniciales en el interior de sus párpados.
Dr. Bryce: Huh? I'm Sorry?
Reaver just laid there rambling off in spanish. The doctor realizes that he's still under hypnosis and decides to bring him back. It's a very delicate process. Bringing them back too quickly and abruptly could result in possible major instability. So being the professional the good doctor is, he takes a heavy dictionary and slams it on the floor nearby.
Reaver: Recuerdo una vez en que comía el gusano y vio a un burro, pensando que podía poner en un espectáculo ......and that's the second time I got crabs!
Dr. Bryce: You get crabs a lot I take it?
Reaver: No, just twice.
Dr. Bryce: Quite the interesting dream John. What do you think it means?
Reaver: I think it means I'm paying you too much to sit there and ask me what something means. Do I look like I have the expensive college degree?
Dr. Bryce: That's not the point. Everything has a meaning and an interpretation. I'm simply aaking what do YOU think it means as in how do YOU interpret it. Personally, I think it means that you are trying to reach out to somebody some how.
Reaver: How do you figure doc?
Dr. Bryce: I think that you aren't the only one in the dream. Or rather, you are. It may mean that you are being too hard on yourself. You're beating yourself up over everything that goes wrong and that you're punishing yourself in some way. Think of it like an overpowered guilt trip. The reason you keep losing week after week, month after month. The reason why you almost seemingly cling onto certain people. What exactly happened to you back in your days in TCW?
Reaver: What does TCW have to do with why I'm having these visions day and night?
Dr. Bryce: Well you started rambling in Spanish again. Do you or do you not speak Spanish?
Reaver: I don't. Really? What did I say?
Dr. Bryce: Yet some how you speak it very fluently. I'm not sure, something about a donkey. Mine is pretty rusty itself. These random ramblings could be your ind lashing out at you. Again the guilt trip.
Reaver: And you think this guilt trip has to do with something back in TCW?
Dr. Bryce: Correct! Didn't you have a friend back then who spoke Spanish?
Reaver sits up and puts his head down. He remembers all to well of his old friend El Pollo Loco. The guy never spoke much but he was loyal. He was the kind of guy who could sneak behind enemy lines and get information without an after thought. He was one sneaky guy and an amazing friend.
Reaver: Yes, yes I did.
Dr. Bryce: So tell me about this friend.
Reaver: He was more than a friend.....
Dr. Bryce: A lover?
Reaver: The fuck is wrong with you doc?
Dr. Bryce: Hey! There's nothing wrong with that.
Reaver: He was a brother to me you asshole! A guy who I could depend on. El Pollo Loco was the man who discovered that Slammy (the clown) and was stabbing me in the back on certain jobs. I don't exactly remember what happened to him.
Dr. Bryce: Do we need another hypnosis session?
Reaver: …...
He glares at the doctor with this look of discontent.
Dr. Bryce: In that case, this session will be concluded. We will continue next week but I think we are making a lot of progress.
Reaver: Fuck you!
Dr. Bryce: You can schedule with my secretary outside and remember as always, to bring cash.
The scene fades as Reaver walks out of the office and slams the door shut with such anger and disappointment that he manages to shatter the glass on the door.
Reaver: For months I've been struggling with the same vision being forced through my eyes. Being bound and beaten till nothing was left. Have you ever felt like that? To push and push and push only to fall over and over again? Maybe the doc was right. I was starting to become my very own worst enemy. So now I beg the question...
How has it come to this?
How has everything so good get so bad? How has everything so right gone wrong? I remember my old career in TCW with its ups and down. What career hasn't? I won championships, matches, headlined pay per views. I even became a World Heavyweight Champion. I would move onto fed after fed and become champion after champion. Win match after match. I had my fair share of loses but not ever like this. Test For The Best was supposed to be MY time. The year 2013, my year. Did I really get hit in the head THAT hard into fooling myself into such prophecies?
This “guilt” thing Doctor Bryce mentioned, did it really have merit? I really don't know what else to think or feel anymore. I had Jair Hopkins beat and he sneaks in a school boy to pin me. I really don't understand his fascination with small children but to each their own right? Then the last chance battle royal, again I had it won only to slip and get tossed out at the last possible second. Why was he allowed to bring banana peels to the ring? Is all of this supposed to happen as if it were fate? Why do I keep asking so many damn questions?
Guilt might actually have something to do with it. But guilt for what? It's not like I put a gun to anybody's head right? It's not like Metí una barra fundida por el culo a nadie y han sido señalados como un jalapeño en un steeeeeeek. And what was he talking about speaking Spanish? I never uttered a word of anything like that in my life; excepto que esta vez cuando me enfrenté a este chico de Cuba y que era mi compañero de etiqueta de la semana después.
People are really weird sometimes ya' know? So instead of being in the Test For The Best match to see who is the number contender, I'm stuck festering in the old wounds of The Natural Born Killers against Jake Titan on the Meltdown Supershow. How much lower can anybody get? You guys are a group of bitches and you know it. Neither of you could get the job done the first two times so when we finally get a match that we wanted, to steal it from us with a bloody lip? Really? THAT is your claim to fame against us isn't it? You guys aren't ruthless, you're sneaky cowards. We beat your asses from one end of the arena that night to the next. We bused you guys up REALLY bad and you took advantage of the rules, cheaply I might add.
So tell me Jake, how does that make YOU feel? How does it make you feel knowing that you had to take the easy way out. That neither one of you could pin the likes of us. This singles match is your chance. Your only chance to remove the doubt that's been clouding your very judgment on who you really are. Show everybody on Meltdown that you aren't the useless sidekick to “what's his face”. I dare you, PIN ME!!
The funny thing is Jake, I know your little secret. You didn't think I would have kept tabs on you guys this whole time? I know that every NBK win has been made by “the other guy” and not you. Any singles match has been a loss. Seems like you're in the same rut I'm in but the only difference between us is that while I suffer from post traumatic stress disorder with multiple blows to the head and physical trauma, you really DON'T have any excuses as to why you fail time and time again.
I guess you could always be grateful that at the very least you got wins under your belt even though it was HIM who did all the work while you neglected to pull your own weight. A win is a win right? If if it DID come cheaply and at the expense of Roberts hard work. PFFT HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! It is what is it right?
Usted sabrá la verdadera naturaleza de un crimen. Usted se sentirá el veneno se inyecta en su esencia misma. It will YOU to feel the pain and suffering at the very hands of Foul Play. And to think, this is merely a warm up to the steel cage match we will have to determine the number one contenders to the tag titles in the coming weeks. You guys already FAILED against Dying Breed where as Foul Play has already beaten them time and time again. Singles, tag, thumb wrestling, you name it? We did it.
I guess a thumb wrestling match would totally be up your alley Titan. I mean, there's something strong about your arms that can't seem to be matched. Especially your right one. Jesus man, go find a girlfriend or something. It makes no difference what the fans choose or how they get to see me make you bleed. The fact remains that you can't get it done without your boyfriends help so whats the point? At least you can count on ONE thing Jake...
They just eliminated Prob 8 and Doma, so you guys still got that HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
How has it come to this?
He tries to think to himself but it's hard to concentrate when he's trying to remember memories of his disturbing dreams. The scene opens as Dr. Jason Bryce has Reaver under hypnosis in order to discuss a very vivid image that's been haunting him for a few months now. The same vision, over and over again. A vision of himself being bound and tortured by a shadow, all the while being laughed at for their own amusement. He almost feels like he has nothing left. With every ounce of struggle comes a pound of reactive force against him. The harder he tries, the further back he is pushed. Reaver doesn't move off the couch but speaks while being forced to stare at the same vision over and over while under hypnosis. It's almost torture in itself having to endure it again and again.
Dr. Bryce: Do you recognize the shadowy figure John?
Reaver: No, just a giant shadow hitting me repeatedly. I don't understand WHY he's hitting me. Or how I even got there for that matter.
Dr. Bryce: Is there anything in the back round?
Reaver: I'm not sure, it's blurry. It almost looks as if we're on a cliff and the only thing in the distance is empty space.
His vague response is a result of the groggy hypnosis he's under. The doctor begins to glare with a smile at the new office equipment he purchased using Reaver's money. He's seemingly been too broke to afford the standard professional setup. Reaver continues on as the doctor starts ignoring him and gawks at all the new stuff he bought.
Dr. Bryce:.....mmmm yea. Oh YES! Tell me more of this vision you keep having.
Reaver: A menudo pensaba en el suicidio sólo para recordar lo mucho que me encanta puta madre ur en el culo. ¿Cómo es que por el camino? Realmente echo de emborracharse con ella y tallar mis iniciales en el interior de sus párpados.
Dr. Bryce: Huh? I'm Sorry?
Reaver just laid there rambling off in spanish. The doctor realizes that he's still under hypnosis and decides to bring him back. It's a very delicate process. Bringing them back too quickly and abruptly could result in possible major instability. So being the professional the good doctor is, he takes a heavy dictionary and slams it on the floor nearby.
Reaver: Recuerdo una vez en que comía el gusano y vio a un burro, pensando que podía poner en un espectáculo ......and that's the second time I got crabs!
Dr. Bryce: You get crabs a lot I take it?
Reaver: No, just twice.
Dr. Bryce: Quite the interesting dream John. What do you think it means?
Reaver: I think it means I'm paying you too much to sit there and ask me what something means. Do I look like I have the expensive college degree?
Dr. Bryce: That's not the point. Everything has a meaning and an interpretation. I'm simply aaking what do YOU think it means as in how do YOU interpret it. Personally, I think it means that you are trying to reach out to somebody some how.
Reaver: How do you figure doc?
Dr. Bryce: I think that you aren't the only one in the dream. Or rather, you are. It may mean that you are being too hard on yourself. You're beating yourself up over everything that goes wrong and that you're punishing yourself in some way. Think of it like an overpowered guilt trip. The reason you keep losing week after week, month after month. The reason why you almost seemingly cling onto certain people. What exactly happened to you back in your days in TCW?
Reaver: What does TCW have to do with why I'm having these visions day and night?
Dr. Bryce: Well you started rambling in Spanish again. Do you or do you not speak Spanish?
Reaver: I don't. Really? What did I say?
Dr. Bryce: Yet some how you speak it very fluently. I'm not sure, something about a donkey. Mine is pretty rusty itself. These random ramblings could be your ind lashing out at you. Again the guilt trip.
Reaver: And you think this guilt trip has to do with something back in TCW?
Dr. Bryce: Correct! Didn't you have a friend back then who spoke Spanish?
Reaver sits up and puts his head down. He remembers all to well of his old friend El Pollo Loco. The guy never spoke much but he was loyal. He was the kind of guy who could sneak behind enemy lines and get information without an after thought. He was one sneaky guy and an amazing friend.
Reaver: Yes, yes I did.
Dr. Bryce: So tell me about this friend.
Reaver: He was more than a friend.....
Dr. Bryce: A lover?
Reaver: The fuck is wrong with you doc?
Dr. Bryce: Hey! There's nothing wrong with that.
Reaver: He was a brother to me you asshole! A guy who I could depend on. El Pollo Loco was the man who discovered that Slammy (the clown) and was stabbing me in the back on certain jobs. I don't exactly remember what happened to him.
Dr. Bryce: Do we need another hypnosis session?
Reaver: …...
He glares at the doctor with this look of discontent.
Dr. Bryce: In that case, this session will be concluded. We will continue next week but I think we are making a lot of progress.
Reaver: Fuck you!
Dr. Bryce: You can schedule with my secretary outside and remember as always, to bring cash.
The scene fades as Reaver walks out of the office and slams the door shut with such anger and disappointment that he manages to shatter the glass on the door.
Reaver: For months I've been struggling with the same vision being forced through my eyes. Being bound and beaten till nothing was left. Have you ever felt like that? To push and push and push only to fall over and over again? Maybe the doc was right. I was starting to become my very own worst enemy. So now I beg the question...
How has it come to this?
How has everything so good get so bad? How has everything so right gone wrong? I remember my old career in TCW with its ups and down. What career hasn't? I won championships, matches, headlined pay per views. I even became a World Heavyweight Champion. I would move onto fed after fed and become champion after champion. Win match after match. I had my fair share of loses but not ever like this. Test For The Best was supposed to be MY time. The year 2013, my year. Did I really get hit in the head THAT hard into fooling myself into such prophecies?
This “guilt” thing Doctor Bryce mentioned, did it really have merit? I really don't know what else to think or feel anymore. I had Jair Hopkins beat and he sneaks in a school boy to pin me. I really don't understand his fascination with small children but to each their own right? Then the last chance battle royal, again I had it won only to slip and get tossed out at the last possible second. Why was he allowed to bring banana peels to the ring? Is all of this supposed to happen as if it were fate? Why do I keep asking so many damn questions?
Guilt might actually have something to do with it. But guilt for what? It's not like I put a gun to anybody's head right? It's not like Metí una barra fundida por el culo a nadie y han sido señalados como un jalapeño en un steeeeeeek. And what was he talking about speaking Spanish? I never uttered a word of anything like that in my life; excepto que esta vez cuando me enfrenté a este chico de Cuba y que era mi compañero de etiqueta de la semana después.
People are really weird sometimes ya' know? So instead of being in the Test For The Best match to see who is the number contender, I'm stuck festering in the old wounds of The Natural Born Killers against Jake Titan on the Meltdown Supershow. How much lower can anybody get? You guys are a group of bitches and you know it. Neither of you could get the job done the first two times so when we finally get a match that we wanted, to steal it from us with a bloody lip? Really? THAT is your claim to fame against us isn't it? You guys aren't ruthless, you're sneaky cowards. We beat your asses from one end of the arena that night to the next. We bused you guys up REALLY bad and you took advantage of the rules, cheaply I might add.
So tell me Jake, how does that make YOU feel? How does it make you feel knowing that you had to take the easy way out. That neither one of you could pin the likes of us. This singles match is your chance. Your only chance to remove the doubt that's been clouding your very judgment on who you really are. Show everybody on Meltdown that you aren't the useless sidekick to “what's his face”. I dare you, PIN ME!!
The funny thing is Jake, I know your little secret. You didn't think I would have kept tabs on you guys this whole time? I know that every NBK win has been made by “the other guy” and not you. Any singles match has been a loss. Seems like you're in the same rut I'm in but the only difference between us is that while I suffer from post traumatic stress disorder with multiple blows to the head and physical trauma, you really DON'T have any excuses as to why you fail time and time again.
I guess you could always be grateful that at the very least you got wins under your belt even though it was HIM who did all the work while you neglected to pull your own weight. A win is a win right? If if it DID come cheaply and at the expense of Roberts hard work. PFFT HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! It is what is it right?
Usted sabrá la verdadera naturaleza de un crimen. Usted se sentirá el veneno se inyecta en su esencia misma. It will YOU to feel the pain and suffering at the very hands of Foul Play. And to think, this is merely a warm up to the steel cage match we will have to determine the number one contenders to the tag titles in the coming weeks. You guys already FAILED against Dying Breed where as Foul Play has already beaten them time and time again. Singles, tag, thumb wrestling, you name it? We did it.
I guess a thumb wrestling match would totally be up your alley Titan. I mean, there's something strong about your arms that can't seem to be matched. Especially your right one. Jesus man, go find a girlfriend or something. It makes no difference what the fans choose or how they get to see me make you bleed. The fact remains that you can't get it done without your boyfriends help so whats the point? At least you can count on ONE thing Jake...
They just eliminated Prob 8 and Doma, so you guys still got that HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
