Post by Reaver on Aug 23, 2013 16:28:37 GMT -4
Here we are....
After four long years we have reached the crossroads of our career. To continue down the beaten path or to veer off down that dark and narrow corridor. We've been thrown through walls, set on fire, gouged with barbed wire, hit with countless objects; submission holds; and even thrown off the stage. Yet here we are, still standing. Broken and beaten down for our entire APW career, we rise. Though our faults have been many and achievements have been few and far between people ask...
Why do we succeed?
We succeed because we are willing to do the things you are not. We will fight against the odds, sacrifice, and are not shackled by fear, insecurity, or doubt. We feel those emotions; drink them in and swallow them away to the blackness of hell. We are motivated by accomplishment, not pride. Pride consumes the weak and kills their heart from within. If we fall, we will get up. If we are beaten, we will return. We will never stop getting better, we will never give up...
That is why we succeed!
The scene opens up on a cold and damp slab of concrete panning back to what appears to be a jail cell of sorts. It's empty. Cells all open, creeks and bumps coming from the dark hallway to the left. Laughter heard echoing throughout the vast emptiness that is this place. The camera turns as the laughs get louder and louder. Cell doors creep open without a trace of a living being near it in over 100 years. The camera pans around as Reaver spooks the hell out of him making the camera drop from the cameraman's hands as he falls to the floor.
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHAHA!! SURPRISE!!
Suddenly a burst of confetti and balloons fly out from his hands as well as the ceiling. Small fireworks go off and echo through the empty corridors with the flashes of light making the place sparkle and reflecting off the pieces of confetti falling from the cold and rigid air. The room is slowly warmed up by the glow of candles radiating in the distance. Reaver dances around like a lunatic as the cameraman fixes himself and picks everything back up off the hard ground.
Reaver: CONGRATULATIONS!! HAPPY HAPPY DAY! HAPPY HAPPY DAY! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! Finally! You did something right Stefanie. Finally you broke that APW cherry and became a champion. We are SOOOOOO proud of you that we decided to throw you your very own party. JUST FOR YOU!!
He continues to prance around with excitement acting as if he was a schoolgirl seeing her friends for the first time all summer.
Reaver: You have NO idea what this means to us. That YOU, Stefan Raab, have made the absolute possible even MORE possible HEHEHEHAHAHA! You took away our chance to put down that harlot ourselves but more on that later. C'MON! We gotcha something special!
He runs off towards the light as the cameraman struggles to follow. Eventually they make their way to a cake with lite candles all over it. Reaver stands behind it as the glow from the candles make his face look as creepy as possible.
Reaver: We got you a special cake Raab. Do you like it? We made it JUST for yooooouuuuuuu......
Reaver dunks his head in and looks like he's eating it. Moans and laughter can be heard muddled under the cake but as he pulls his head up, you realize that he wasn't eating it but looking for something. In his teeth is a giant metal file that prisoners used to use to try to escape from a prison; the old stereotype. He peels it out of his mouth and begins licking the cake off of it.
Reaver: MMMM, this cake is so yummy. We can't wait for you to try it Stefanie. We figured you'd appreciate it since your in prison right now. Not like where we are here in the Jackson Prison, built in 1842 at Michigan State but a nice minimal security place like where you are HEHEHAHAHA! This probably won't even be needed. Are the bars there made out of gingerbread and you can just eat your way through like Hansel and Gretel? They must be since they allow you to move about so freely and unsecured. Yet they still make you clean the floor with a toothbrush? Doesn't sound so consistent Raab. Sounds like a staged scene like the rest of your life has been recently.
Alas, we digress our foreign friend. You can't take us TOO seriously since we're nothing more than jealous at this point right? We mean, four years and STILL no title around our waist and there you are with all of your glory. I bet you even sleep naked with it too huh? We would; knowing that it just got ripped off the waist of Kaylyn HEHEHAHAHA; mmmmmmmmmmmmm!
He wipes some of the cake off his face and spins around with his arms extended, trying to continue the celebration like a child playing in the rain. He makes his way to an area set up with 2 full length mirrors that happen to be standing upright and a chair between them. He takes a seat and finishes eating the cake off of his face. He looks up at the ceiling as if to day dream but his sighs are proof that he is thinking of something. A noise comes from the direction of the left mirror as Reaver continues to look into the clouds so to speak. A familiar tone speaks out as the reflection of the mirror is Reaver staring at the ceiling until he uses the reflection to look at the camera.
Knuckles: It's been a long time Raab. What's the matter? Don't recognize me? Don't remember your old buddy Knuckles? The same guy that put your ass down around this time last year? You didn't honestly think I left did you? I've been watching you, we all have. Things became blurry after being in Jason Kash's locker room and I don't remember too too much. What I DO remember is feeling like I'm watching a window with my life continuing on but not being able to do anything about it. Kind of like how Smeagol from Lord of the Rings could see himself talking in the water. I figured, “HEY BREAK TIME!” so I let Reaver handle business for a while. Very poorly I might add....
Reaver: SHUT UP! It was ME who kept us going while your lazy ass sat there and did nothing!
Knuckles: Whatever psycho!
The cameraman looks confused as he looks back and forth between the mirror and the man in the chair himself.
Reaver: You loved EVERY minute of brutality I brought Johnny boy so I wouldn't exactly complain if I were you HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! Get it?
Knuckles: * rolling his eyes * ANYWAYS!......you did what I wasn't, what WE weren't able to accomplish in APW Raab and that's become a champion. Since Survive and Conquer 2010, when I made my debut, I made impact after impact. I took 7th out of 40 on my first try. Up against the best of the best, showing how dangerous I am. Unfortunately, that time was quickly put away with the lack of success soon to follow. People pushed me aside and brushed me off as an absolute nobody. Hell, the only Pay Per View win I have to my name to this very day was against Branden Harvey. Not ONCE did I earn another since.
Do you realize how weak that makes me look Stefan? A man of my qualifications and skill to fall short EVERY SINGLE time? I took some time off to reflect upon my life in hopes that possibly; I would be able to relight the fire that felt burned out. When I DID come back, however, I came back with vengeance right? I showed up and took Asylum by storm; main eventing show after show and putting it down harder than it's ever been. I PINNED Katrina Olivetti, aka Arcadia, a former Suicidal Champion herself. Arguably the most dominant. Then Survive and Conquer came back around and boom, walked away with a finalist spot along side the great Kurt noble. It wasn't Johnny Rebel, who I thrown out, who made it to the final four. It wasn't Sally Talfourd, who took her eyes off the prize, who came out looking strong that day. It was me! The guy nobody ever expected to be good enough to hold these people's jocks. (
)
Reaver: Tell him about Rasslemania!
Knuckles: I'm getting there shut up! Where was I? Oh, ya'! Though the ranks said otherwise, I had earned myself my first title shot at Rasslemania. The nobody getting the main event spot on the biggest stage of the year. But one man stood in my way. Not Jason Kash, Alioth Starre. The man who broke my ankle at Survive and Conquer and eliminated me from the match. Many believed that HE deserved the spot and not me. He pompous attitude was quickly put away as I sent him packing along with the many other “Legends” who thought the same thing. I quickly came up short with my title opportunities but the fact remained, every legend that faced me retired. “RE...TIR....ED”.
Reaver: Since day one Raab, we've drooled over and coveted the sanctous “hardcore championship” of APW whether it was the Xtreme Championship on Overdrive or the Suicidal Championship here on Asylum. We sought to lay our claim only to be refused and denied over and over again.
Knuckles: Jeez, you had eight months to talk, I can't get ten minutes?
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHA! Sorry. Proceed.
Knuckles: It's who I am Raab. I'm a very violent and dangerous man when it comes to this business. Don't you think that I'm a deserving individual? Just after I beat you one on one with something as simple as a chair, I was ROBBED of my chance to be a champion by another pompous “legend” Chris Strike. No doubt he deserved a chance but not at the expense of mine. What happened after that Raab? Much like how you beat Kaylyn, I beat Strike in a non-title skirmish. Not once but twice I might add. But UNLIKE Kaylyn, Strike was real competition. A man who made a name for himself throughout this business that echoed a wave of fear that I refused to back down from. Once again, even though the ranks said otherwise, I earned my spot and failed once more. How was I supposed to feel? My hard work; wasted.
Reaver: HA! You forgot about Atken!
Knuckles: I did? Why is he important?
Reaver: Raab, you mention how we couldn't beat Phil Atken but you forgot that we already did to enter the Test For The Best Tournament that year. To elaborate more with my jerky eating friend here, the reason we lost all the time is because we stand in the faces of the absolute BEST talent the APW roster has to offer. We beat Atken and what did we get for dessert? Sally Talfourd in the first round. She beat us by one second. One second. How is a man of our intellect is supposed to soak that in? We went toe to toe with talent like CJ Gates and Mark Mania while you played patty cake with the bottom of the well. Not to mention that Phil Atken also became World Champion if not for us. How many high end names did you spit in the face of?
Knuckles: Very true my lawn pooping friend.
Reaver: THAT WAS A DREAM!
Knuckles: Sure it was.....My point Stefan, is that with all of the hard work that was put into my APW career, I have nothing to show for it. The old saying goes, "closed mouths don't get fed” and so I spoke up to get to where I needed to be. Because if I didn't, I would have ended up like....you at the time. Look at yourself “CHAMP”. You stuck with it and now here you are standing tall about to get your chin checked by the REAL face of Asylum. You think you're original? There have been MANY to try and change what I have worked so hard to maintain. Michael Callahan changed the very same title and where did he end up? Face down in a pile of blood while that belt's original glory was restored. Although not by my hands but the fact remains.
Sally and her band of “Pillars” tried to change Asylum for the better? How do you make gold better by shitting on it? Look how quickly they were disbanded. Facts are facts Raab, you are NOT the first and probably won't be the last to try and lay waste to MY kingdom. I certainly give you credit where credit is due. You beat Jeff at Rasslemania and did one HELL of a job of that. You do realize he's been retired for years now right? Nice to see you could beat the cob webs off the boss. You DID beat Reginald not long after, GOOD JOB! Everybody is proud that you beat a man who has ZERO experience in the world of violence. You did manage to take control of Asylum though and my hats off to you. It fell into the crapper the very second you took power but HEY! You managed to give yourself title shot after title shot until you managed to beat Kaylyn.
Reaver: We appreciate the hard work you've put out since your arrival Stefanie. We can attest to the fact that good things come to those who wait. You found your spot and took advantage and we applaud you for it. It's something that we would have done given the same opportunity.
Knuckles: Raab is a prick...
Reaver: He's a GENIUS! HEHEHAHA!! He took the power from Reginald and abused the hell out it and now look where he is Knucklehead. Don't you see? After we take back control of Asylum, we can do the same thing. We can give ourselves the Suicidal Championship....
Knuckles: * interruptingly *Germicidal.....
Reaver: What did you call me?
Knuckles: Raab changed the name to Germicidal Championship.
Reaver: What is that; lube? Is that a form of spermicide? Cuz' heaven forbid that this guy goes around breeding.
Knuckles: I think it's cuz' he's German.
Reaver: You try to be like too many other people Stefanie. You try to run things like Jeff, put on a show like Reginald, change things like Callahan and Talfourd and tried to steal our spotlight by trying to be us. You even joined a group of people to be like Foul Play. Black Hand? The amount of hand jobs you give to the African American race is none of my business. No wonder you changed the name to the spermicidal championship. Week after week you challenged us to stupid game after game and even though we beat you, you still fired Jason to get back at me. To get under our skin. Look what happens when you play with fire Raab. You tried to get into our head and look how easily we got into yours. We're the master of mind games and you were simply checkmated. What we did to you was put the fear of god into those veins. The fear of loss Stefanie. You're about to lose control of Asylum, then that newly acquired Championship. How does it feel to lose everything you worked so hard for? Welcome to OUR world....
Knuckles: You're claim to fame is that you're the most hated man in APW. Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass and paid attention you might succeed a little more often. Maybe if you weren't too busy playing games on television and focused on your career, you wouldn't fail as much.
He leans forward in his chair and holds out his cell phone showing a clip of Stefan Raab found on Youtube.
Knuckles: Are you serious Raab? This is what you do in your spare time? Or maybe this was you years ago.
Reaver: You want fries with that ass whooping? HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!
Knuckles: SOOOOO athletic Raab. What's the matter? Afraid the water will hurt when you land?
Reaver: Surf's up! HEHEHAHAHAHA!!
Knuckles: Really? Selling stuff on TV? Were you THAT hard up for money?
Reaver: There's always welfare HEHEHEHAHAHA!
Knuckles: And the coup de gras! Losing a fist fight with a woman. I've had my ass handed to me by a woman before but they were CHAMPIONS! This chick looks like the after thought of a blow job I got in the bathroom at a Denny's somewhere.
Reaver: You got blow jobs at Denny's? I guess it really WAS a Grandslam breakfast HEHEHAHAHA!
Knuckles: Do you really have something to say EVERYTIME I speak? REALLY!?
Reaver: You should be grateful that I make things interesting. Nobody wants to see your boring ass.
? ? ?: Seniors', if I may interject for uno momento, you're bickering like a couple of puta's.....
Reaver: Who the hell is that?
Knuckles: Oh right! Reaver, there's somebody else I need you to meet......
The cameraman looks shocked and confused at the same time. A person he has never seen before speaks out of the right mirror as the scene fades.
After four long years we have reached the crossroads of our career. To continue down the beaten path or to veer off down that dark and narrow corridor. We've been thrown through walls, set on fire, gouged with barbed wire, hit with countless objects; submission holds; and even thrown off the stage. Yet here we are, still standing. Broken and beaten down for our entire APW career, we rise. Though our faults have been many and achievements have been few and far between people ask...
Why do we succeed?
We succeed because we are willing to do the things you are not. We will fight against the odds, sacrifice, and are not shackled by fear, insecurity, or doubt. We feel those emotions; drink them in and swallow them away to the blackness of hell. We are motivated by accomplishment, not pride. Pride consumes the weak and kills their heart from within. If we fall, we will get up. If we are beaten, we will return. We will never stop getting better, we will never give up...
That is why we succeed!
The scene opens up on a cold and damp slab of concrete panning back to what appears to be a jail cell of sorts. It's empty. Cells all open, creeks and bumps coming from the dark hallway to the left. Laughter heard echoing throughout the vast emptiness that is this place. The camera turns as the laughs get louder and louder. Cell doors creep open without a trace of a living being near it in over 100 years. The camera pans around as Reaver spooks the hell out of him making the camera drop from the cameraman's hands as he falls to the floor.
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHAHA!! SURPRISE!!
Suddenly a burst of confetti and balloons fly out from his hands as well as the ceiling. Small fireworks go off and echo through the empty corridors with the flashes of light making the place sparkle and reflecting off the pieces of confetti falling from the cold and rigid air. The room is slowly warmed up by the glow of candles radiating in the distance. Reaver dances around like a lunatic as the cameraman fixes himself and picks everything back up off the hard ground.
Reaver: CONGRATULATIONS!! HAPPY HAPPY DAY! HAPPY HAPPY DAY! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! Finally! You did something right Stefanie. Finally you broke that APW cherry and became a champion. We are SOOOOOO proud of you that we decided to throw you your very own party. JUST FOR YOU!!
He continues to prance around with excitement acting as if he was a schoolgirl seeing her friends for the first time all summer.
Reaver: You have NO idea what this means to us. That YOU, Stefan Raab, have made the absolute possible even MORE possible HEHEHEHAHAHA! You took away our chance to put down that harlot ourselves but more on that later. C'MON! We gotcha something special!
He runs off towards the light as the cameraman struggles to follow. Eventually they make their way to a cake with lite candles all over it. Reaver stands behind it as the glow from the candles make his face look as creepy as possible.
Reaver: We got you a special cake Raab. Do you like it? We made it JUST for yooooouuuuuuu......
Reaver dunks his head in and looks like he's eating it. Moans and laughter can be heard muddled under the cake but as he pulls his head up, you realize that he wasn't eating it but looking for something. In his teeth is a giant metal file that prisoners used to use to try to escape from a prison; the old stereotype. He peels it out of his mouth and begins licking the cake off of it.
Reaver: MMMM, this cake is so yummy. We can't wait for you to try it Stefanie. We figured you'd appreciate it since your in prison right now. Not like where we are here in the Jackson Prison, built in 1842 at Michigan State but a nice minimal security place like where you are HEHEHAHAHA! This probably won't even be needed. Are the bars there made out of gingerbread and you can just eat your way through like Hansel and Gretel? They must be since they allow you to move about so freely and unsecured. Yet they still make you clean the floor with a toothbrush? Doesn't sound so consistent Raab. Sounds like a staged scene like the rest of your life has been recently.
Alas, we digress our foreign friend. You can't take us TOO seriously since we're nothing more than jealous at this point right? We mean, four years and STILL no title around our waist and there you are with all of your glory. I bet you even sleep naked with it too huh? We would; knowing that it just got ripped off the waist of Kaylyn HEHEHAHAHA; mmmmmmmmmmmmm!
He wipes some of the cake off his face and spins around with his arms extended, trying to continue the celebration like a child playing in the rain. He makes his way to an area set up with 2 full length mirrors that happen to be standing upright and a chair between them. He takes a seat and finishes eating the cake off of his face. He looks up at the ceiling as if to day dream but his sighs are proof that he is thinking of something. A noise comes from the direction of the left mirror as Reaver continues to look into the clouds so to speak. A familiar tone speaks out as the reflection of the mirror is Reaver staring at the ceiling until he uses the reflection to look at the camera.
Knuckles: It's been a long time Raab. What's the matter? Don't recognize me? Don't remember your old buddy Knuckles? The same guy that put your ass down around this time last year? You didn't honestly think I left did you? I've been watching you, we all have. Things became blurry after being in Jason Kash's locker room and I don't remember too too much. What I DO remember is feeling like I'm watching a window with my life continuing on but not being able to do anything about it. Kind of like how Smeagol from Lord of the Rings could see himself talking in the water. I figured, “HEY BREAK TIME!” so I let Reaver handle business for a while. Very poorly I might add....
Reaver: SHUT UP! It was ME who kept us going while your lazy ass sat there and did nothing!
Knuckles: Whatever psycho!
The cameraman looks confused as he looks back and forth between the mirror and the man in the chair himself.
Reaver: You loved EVERY minute of brutality I brought Johnny boy so I wouldn't exactly complain if I were you HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! Get it?
Knuckles: * rolling his eyes * ANYWAYS!......you did what I wasn't, what WE weren't able to accomplish in APW Raab and that's become a champion. Since Survive and Conquer 2010, when I made my debut, I made impact after impact. I took 7th out of 40 on my first try. Up against the best of the best, showing how dangerous I am. Unfortunately, that time was quickly put away with the lack of success soon to follow. People pushed me aside and brushed me off as an absolute nobody. Hell, the only Pay Per View win I have to my name to this very day was against Branden Harvey. Not ONCE did I earn another since.
Do you realize how weak that makes me look Stefan? A man of my qualifications and skill to fall short EVERY SINGLE time? I took some time off to reflect upon my life in hopes that possibly; I would be able to relight the fire that felt burned out. When I DID come back, however, I came back with vengeance right? I showed up and took Asylum by storm; main eventing show after show and putting it down harder than it's ever been. I PINNED Katrina Olivetti, aka Arcadia, a former Suicidal Champion herself. Arguably the most dominant. Then Survive and Conquer came back around and boom, walked away with a finalist spot along side the great Kurt noble. It wasn't Johnny Rebel, who I thrown out, who made it to the final four. It wasn't Sally Talfourd, who took her eyes off the prize, who came out looking strong that day. It was me! The guy nobody ever expected to be good enough to hold these people's jocks. (
)Reaver: Tell him about Rasslemania!
Knuckles: I'm getting there shut up! Where was I? Oh, ya'! Though the ranks said otherwise, I had earned myself my first title shot at Rasslemania. The nobody getting the main event spot on the biggest stage of the year. But one man stood in my way. Not Jason Kash, Alioth Starre. The man who broke my ankle at Survive and Conquer and eliminated me from the match. Many believed that HE deserved the spot and not me. He pompous attitude was quickly put away as I sent him packing along with the many other “Legends” who thought the same thing. I quickly came up short with my title opportunities but the fact remained, every legend that faced me retired. “RE...TIR....ED”.
Reaver: Since day one Raab, we've drooled over and coveted the sanctous “hardcore championship” of APW whether it was the Xtreme Championship on Overdrive or the Suicidal Championship here on Asylum. We sought to lay our claim only to be refused and denied over and over again.
Knuckles: Jeez, you had eight months to talk, I can't get ten minutes?
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHA! Sorry. Proceed.
Knuckles: It's who I am Raab. I'm a very violent and dangerous man when it comes to this business. Don't you think that I'm a deserving individual? Just after I beat you one on one with something as simple as a chair, I was ROBBED of my chance to be a champion by another pompous “legend” Chris Strike. No doubt he deserved a chance but not at the expense of mine. What happened after that Raab? Much like how you beat Kaylyn, I beat Strike in a non-title skirmish. Not once but twice I might add. But UNLIKE Kaylyn, Strike was real competition. A man who made a name for himself throughout this business that echoed a wave of fear that I refused to back down from. Once again, even though the ranks said otherwise, I earned my spot and failed once more. How was I supposed to feel? My hard work; wasted.
Reaver: HA! You forgot about Atken!
Knuckles: I did? Why is he important?
Reaver: Raab, you mention how we couldn't beat Phil Atken but you forgot that we already did to enter the Test For The Best Tournament that year. To elaborate more with my jerky eating friend here, the reason we lost all the time is because we stand in the faces of the absolute BEST talent the APW roster has to offer. We beat Atken and what did we get for dessert? Sally Talfourd in the first round. She beat us by one second. One second. How is a man of our intellect is supposed to soak that in? We went toe to toe with talent like CJ Gates and Mark Mania while you played patty cake with the bottom of the well. Not to mention that Phil Atken also became World Champion if not for us. How many high end names did you spit in the face of?
Knuckles: Very true my lawn pooping friend.
Reaver: THAT WAS A DREAM!
Knuckles: Sure it was.....My point Stefan, is that with all of the hard work that was put into my APW career, I have nothing to show for it. The old saying goes, "closed mouths don't get fed” and so I spoke up to get to where I needed to be. Because if I didn't, I would have ended up like....you at the time. Look at yourself “CHAMP”. You stuck with it and now here you are standing tall about to get your chin checked by the REAL face of Asylum. You think you're original? There have been MANY to try and change what I have worked so hard to maintain. Michael Callahan changed the very same title and where did he end up? Face down in a pile of blood while that belt's original glory was restored. Although not by my hands but the fact remains.
Sally and her band of “Pillars” tried to change Asylum for the better? How do you make gold better by shitting on it? Look how quickly they were disbanded. Facts are facts Raab, you are NOT the first and probably won't be the last to try and lay waste to MY kingdom. I certainly give you credit where credit is due. You beat Jeff at Rasslemania and did one HELL of a job of that. You do realize he's been retired for years now right? Nice to see you could beat the cob webs off the boss. You DID beat Reginald not long after, GOOD JOB! Everybody is proud that you beat a man who has ZERO experience in the world of violence. You did manage to take control of Asylum though and my hats off to you. It fell into the crapper the very second you took power but HEY! You managed to give yourself title shot after title shot until you managed to beat Kaylyn.
Reaver: We appreciate the hard work you've put out since your arrival Stefanie. We can attest to the fact that good things come to those who wait. You found your spot and took advantage and we applaud you for it. It's something that we would have done given the same opportunity.
Knuckles: Raab is a prick...
Reaver: He's a GENIUS! HEHEHAHA!! He took the power from Reginald and abused the hell out it and now look where he is Knucklehead. Don't you see? After we take back control of Asylum, we can do the same thing. We can give ourselves the Suicidal Championship....
Knuckles: * interruptingly *Germicidal.....
Reaver: What did you call me?
Knuckles: Raab changed the name to Germicidal Championship.
Reaver: What is that; lube? Is that a form of spermicide? Cuz' heaven forbid that this guy goes around breeding.
Knuckles: I think it's cuz' he's German.
Reaver: You try to be like too many other people Stefanie. You try to run things like Jeff, put on a show like Reginald, change things like Callahan and Talfourd and tried to steal our spotlight by trying to be us. You even joined a group of people to be like Foul Play. Black Hand? The amount of hand jobs you give to the African American race is none of my business. No wonder you changed the name to the spermicidal championship. Week after week you challenged us to stupid game after game and even though we beat you, you still fired Jason to get back at me. To get under our skin. Look what happens when you play with fire Raab. You tried to get into our head and look how easily we got into yours. We're the master of mind games and you were simply checkmated. What we did to you was put the fear of god into those veins. The fear of loss Stefanie. You're about to lose control of Asylum, then that newly acquired Championship. How does it feel to lose everything you worked so hard for? Welcome to OUR world....
Knuckles: You're claim to fame is that you're the most hated man in APW. Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass and paid attention you might succeed a little more often. Maybe if you weren't too busy playing games on television and focused on your career, you wouldn't fail as much.
He leans forward in his chair and holds out his cell phone showing a clip of Stefan Raab found on Youtube.
Knuckles: Are you serious Raab? This is what you do in your spare time? Or maybe this was you years ago.
Reaver: You want fries with that ass whooping? HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!
Knuckles: SOOOOO athletic Raab. What's the matter? Afraid the water will hurt when you land?
Reaver: Surf's up! HEHEHAHAHAHA!!
Knuckles: Really? Selling stuff on TV? Were you THAT hard up for money?
Reaver: There's always welfare HEHEHEHAHAHA!
Knuckles: And the coup de gras! Losing a fist fight with a woman. I've had my ass handed to me by a woman before but they were CHAMPIONS! This chick looks like the after thought of a blow job I got in the bathroom at a Denny's somewhere.
Reaver: You got blow jobs at Denny's? I guess it really WAS a Grandslam breakfast HEHEHAHAHA!
Knuckles: Do you really have something to say EVERYTIME I speak? REALLY!?
Reaver: You should be grateful that I make things interesting. Nobody wants to see your boring ass.
? ? ?: Seniors', if I may interject for uno momento, you're bickering like a couple of puta's.....
Reaver: Who the hell is that?
Knuckles: Oh right! Reaver, there's somebody else I need you to meet......
The cameraman looks shocked and confused at the same time. A person he has never seen before speaks out of the right mirror as the scene fades.
