Post by Jason Royce on Mar 29, 2009 19:49:56 GMT -4
(Shortly after Jason destroyed THK’s House, He walks to a bench not far from the burning rubble that was once the house of the current Extreme Champion sits down and drops the lighter to the ground, breaking it into a few pieces.)
Legacy: Kid, What you fail to comprehend is that you are below me; you are not even worth the time or effort of being in the same ring as me. You have lost everything you love and cherish, from your house to everything inside. * Jason shakes head and laughs* All these moronic fans seem to believe you are better than me, that you bring a certain championship quality with that title, but that is where they are totally wrong.
(Jason grabs a nearby Baseball bat, rubs it with a liquid that looks like blood, then pulls out a roll of sharp metal Barbed wire from his pocket, and begins to wrap the bat with the barbed wire, slowly looking at the sharp barbs, with pieces of dead flesh hanging on it, he wraps the bat, then lays it on his lap as he looks up at the camera.)
Jason: Kid, You have run your mouth for too long week after week all you have done was pound nail after nail into your coffin. Your mouth has dug you a hole you wish you never would have started, this match THK is a match that is right down my alley, you should go to the Archives, and look up Hardcore in Hell and then tell me how this match will be my demise. You have to sit and think and wonder just who you are and most importantly who I am before running your mouth again.
(As the Baseball Bat rests upon the lap of the Legacy, Jason grabs a smoke and stands up, grabbing the baseball bat and walks back to what is left of THK’s house and stands right in the middle of what was his living room.)
Legacy: You see Kid this is what I had to do to get your attention. *Shakes his head in disgust.* What you have not thought of is the after effects that you will feel after I not only leave you with all sorts of blood loss , but many and I mean many injuries hell I might even end that little career of yours.
(Jason drops the Barbed Wired covered Baseball bat into an open thing of gas that somehow was UN touched, then lifts it and lights it on fire.)
Royce: Over the years this Fire has been my heart and soul, I have been through personal hell after personal hell, And all you do Is sit there and laugh and be some sort of fucking hero to these stupid pathetic fans, you try and live up to your own hype day in and day out, but the truth is THK you are not worth the hype, nor these fans adoration all you deserve is a bloody ass kicking and that is what you are you going to get at Rasslemania 5.
(Jason once again walks away and heads to a local bar down the street, where only the likes of THK and the low brow wrestlers would go after the show. Jason walks into the Bar and sits down and calls for the bar keep.)
Jason: YO!!! Bar keep can I get some fucking service here?
Barkeep: I do not know who the hell you are but frankly you make me sick no drink for you.
Jason: What the fuck did you just say, you better not be running your mouth about something you know nothing about, so before I really get mad get me my fucking drink!!!!
Barkeep: How about you go and fuck yourself and leave my Bar before I get security to take you out.
Jason: How typical, even in a place like this People like you make me Sick, you got this over weight retard of a Barkeep, and then we have all of you half with jobless morons, who love seeing this poor ugly barkeep get kicked around like it’s a soccer game, frankly you people make me Sick.
(The People want Jason out of the bar, so before he leaves the bar Jason grabs a Chair and nails the Bar keep knocking him out cold, Jason leaves the Bar with a huge smirk on his face.)
10:54 pm
On route to the site of Rasslemania 5.
(Jason is still smirking about what he did to that poor Barkeep back at the bar, heading down a dark and dirty highway, Jason has a story about THK and his recent Title Reign beside him and then begins to read it, after he reads *rolls down the window and throws it out into the darkness* Jason closes the window and speeds off into the darkness.)
Jason: How pathetic, THK you really think you deserve that title, did you ever do anything to earn that title all you did was suck the bosses dick to get into that title match which you did win, but that still does not make you a true Champion, all that does is make you a paper Champion, and with all your talking about beating me in Hardcore in Hell, has made me realize one thing, that is you my former Friend have opened the gates of hell, the same hell you will enter when you step into the ring and come face to face with the devil himself or should I say The legacy.
(Jason pulls over and grabs a drink and then keeps driving still smirking and thinking of the hell he will put THK through is just 8 short days.)
Jason: THK, remember when I told you to go and look into the archives and look up ever Hardcore in hell match, well if you did what did you read my friend, just that this match is not my demise, but my rebirth, and there is a video of my Hardcore in Hell match with The Hardcore Icon, Trevor Blackwell. THK watch that match very closely because that very same is going to happen to you, so THK I bet be doing some studying cause you will need every little bit of information on this because this match will end your career, or mine for that matter.
(Jason pulls into a gas station to pick up some smokes and Gas, and burns out of the station in a blaze of glory.)
Jason: See THK I am on the road to Rasslemania and a road of victory, you seem to love the fact that no matter what people say, nothing else matters but you, yourself, and the ghost lurking around, you fail to grasp that idea of what it is like to be In such a gory match like Hardcore in Hell, but I am going to show you once and for all and leave you like I did twice before in a pool of your own blood. See you in the ring boy and no amount of luck will save you it is I that will send you straight to Hell!!!!!!
Legacy: Kid, What you fail to comprehend is that you are below me; you are not even worth the time or effort of being in the same ring as me. You have lost everything you love and cherish, from your house to everything inside. * Jason shakes head and laughs* All these moronic fans seem to believe you are better than me, that you bring a certain championship quality with that title, but that is where they are totally wrong.
(Jason grabs a nearby Baseball bat, rubs it with a liquid that looks like blood, then pulls out a roll of sharp metal Barbed wire from his pocket, and begins to wrap the bat with the barbed wire, slowly looking at the sharp barbs, with pieces of dead flesh hanging on it, he wraps the bat, then lays it on his lap as he looks up at the camera.)
Jason: Kid, You have run your mouth for too long week after week all you have done was pound nail after nail into your coffin. Your mouth has dug you a hole you wish you never would have started, this match THK is a match that is right down my alley, you should go to the Archives, and look up Hardcore in Hell and then tell me how this match will be my demise. You have to sit and think and wonder just who you are and most importantly who I am before running your mouth again.
(As the Baseball Bat rests upon the lap of the Legacy, Jason grabs a smoke and stands up, grabbing the baseball bat and walks back to what is left of THK’s house and stands right in the middle of what was his living room.)
Legacy: You see Kid this is what I had to do to get your attention. *Shakes his head in disgust.* What you have not thought of is the after effects that you will feel after I not only leave you with all sorts of blood loss , but many and I mean many injuries hell I might even end that little career of yours.
(Jason drops the Barbed Wired covered Baseball bat into an open thing of gas that somehow was UN touched, then lifts it and lights it on fire.)
Royce: Over the years this Fire has been my heart and soul, I have been through personal hell after personal hell, And all you do Is sit there and laugh and be some sort of fucking hero to these stupid pathetic fans, you try and live up to your own hype day in and day out, but the truth is THK you are not worth the hype, nor these fans adoration all you deserve is a bloody ass kicking and that is what you are you going to get at Rasslemania 5.
(Jason once again walks away and heads to a local bar down the street, where only the likes of THK and the low brow wrestlers would go after the show. Jason walks into the Bar and sits down and calls for the bar keep.)
Jason: YO!!! Bar keep can I get some fucking service here?
Barkeep: I do not know who the hell you are but frankly you make me sick no drink for you.
Jason: What the fuck did you just say, you better not be running your mouth about something you know nothing about, so before I really get mad get me my fucking drink!!!!
Barkeep: How about you go and fuck yourself and leave my Bar before I get security to take you out.
Jason: How typical, even in a place like this People like you make me Sick, you got this over weight retard of a Barkeep, and then we have all of you half with jobless morons, who love seeing this poor ugly barkeep get kicked around like it’s a soccer game, frankly you people make me Sick.
(The People want Jason out of the bar, so before he leaves the bar Jason grabs a Chair and nails the Bar keep knocking him out cold, Jason leaves the Bar with a huge smirk on his face.)
10:54 pm
On route to the site of Rasslemania 5.
(Jason is still smirking about what he did to that poor Barkeep back at the bar, heading down a dark and dirty highway, Jason has a story about THK and his recent Title Reign beside him and then begins to read it, after he reads *rolls down the window and throws it out into the darkness* Jason closes the window and speeds off into the darkness.)
Jason: How pathetic, THK you really think you deserve that title, did you ever do anything to earn that title all you did was suck the bosses dick to get into that title match which you did win, but that still does not make you a true Champion, all that does is make you a paper Champion, and with all your talking about beating me in Hardcore in Hell, has made me realize one thing, that is you my former Friend have opened the gates of hell, the same hell you will enter when you step into the ring and come face to face with the devil himself or should I say The legacy.
(Jason pulls over and grabs a drink and then keeps driving still smirking and thinking of the hell he will put THK through is just 8 short days.)
Jason: THK, remember when I told you to go and look into the archives and look up ever Hardcore in hell match, well if you did what did you read my friend, just that this match is not my demise, but my rebirth, and there is a video of my Hardcore in Hell match with The Hardcore Icon, Trevor Blackwell. THK watch that match very closely because that very same is going to happen to you, so THK I bet be doing some studying cause you will need every little bit of information on this because this match will end your career, or mine for that matter.
(Jason pulls into a gas station to pick up some smokes and Gas, and burns out of the station in a blaze of glory.)
Jason: See THK I am on the road to Rasslemania and a road of victory, you seem to love the fact that no matter what people say, nothing else matters but you, yourself, and the ghost lurking around, you fail to grasp that idea of what it is like to be In such a gory match like Hardcore in Hell, but I am going to show you once and for all and leave you like I did twice before in a pool of your own blood. See you in the ring boy and no amount of luck will save you it is I that will send you straight to Hell!!!!!!
