Post by Hopper Rose™ on Jun 26, 2011 10:49:57 GMT -4
[We fade into existence.]
[We now find ourselves inside a dark and dingy old Irish Pub on Bell Island, Newfoundland. The bar is relatively barren and vacant of any real life, except for the man sitting at the bar.]
[Candles and neon lights help to illuminate the room, creating a mixture of clashing rustic and flashy environments. The smoke hovering and hanging in the air dances and flirts with the lighting as we pan into the man at the bar.]
[The jet black hair of Hopper is worn down and in his eyes, the first time we’ve seen this look. However, other things remain the same. The cold, calculating, confident blue eyes of Hopper Rose cut into our soul like a scalpel. A tight black sleeveless "VIOLENCE REIGNS" t-shirt covers the torso of Hopper while black cloth fingerless gloves adorn the steady hands of the self proclaimed King of Hardcore. A studded black belt, weathered blue jeans and white old school adidas sneaks complete the look.]
Hopper Rose: …and it was with the flick of MY fingers that I sparked the flame to set our world on fire and sent embers flying throughout APW...Three seconds and it was over! Now, it's all but a memory...
[Hopper smirks as he turns his bar stool towards us, glass in hand. Smiling.]
Hopper Rose: ...There wasn't going to be an after party for you anyway, was it Mike? It always seems to work out that way for people like you. Why?! Do you really wanna know?! Well, I don't really know to be quite fucking honest. You were just the first to fall, that, or you eye'd me first, that's about all...That "all" was to exploit the situation to my benefit. What benefit? Give them a taste of Hopper fuckin Rose...Stick Hopper Rose down their throats! It's almost time Mikey, it's almost time for you to come after me now Mikey boy...What do you got in the tank? I doubt if it's more than me, son.
[Hopper smirks confidently.]
Hopper Rose: So take your fuckin shot, son! Pull back that trigger and let 'er go! What's that Mike? Ya got no fuckin ammo? Well sucks to be you, doesn't it? You may not know it yet, but I'm the lucky bastard holding the bullets! I could have let you think that you were the one, like I could easily let the rest of the APW roster think they were fortunate too...I thought twice..
[Hopper chuckles out loud before taking a sip of the lords sweet whiskey.]
Hopper Rose: No, can't do that..There is a chance that maybe I wanted everyone to watch one of the shooting stars of Asylum, fly by without ever being seen. Maybe I wanted to watch Jeff lose his mind while watching me appear out of nowhere...a ghost from the past and destroy one of the APW posterboys. Or maybe I wanted to watch the men many considered to be the greatest in this sport know that they're time is coming and that soon, they will lose EVERYTHING! Maybe I want to see certain people stripped away of the things they love. After all, who’s Wayne Gretzky without Hockey? Who's Mohammad Ali without Boxing? Who's Michael Jordon without Basketball? And who’s Brett Favre without the NFL? Likr much of the APW Megastars, THEY’RE NOTHING!
[Hopper lets out a perverse chuckle.]
Hopper Rose: They’re nothing. Just like you Mike Morrison. Nothing. And will never be anything! Your desitined to be second rate to me, Mike. Just like the other chumps walking around here, thinking that they own the fuckin place...When are you retards going to get the picture? I. Have. No. Equal!
[Hopper smiles as he glances down at his full glass of whiskey and swirls the wine in the glass near the rim before taking a sip.]
Hopper Rose: But let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves now. We can simmer on that for another day and another time. Let’s talk business. After all, I know the memory of Asylum has been burned into your brain by now.
[Hopper scoffs at the notion.]
Hopper Rose: You can think me a desperate and foolish. Call me a nobody within APW hierarchy. You can say I’m going to take whatever beating you think your gonna give me, and take all of that fucking bullshit your going to claim to do to me right now, and stick it up your ass, son! I'm not buying into it. You won't find any glitches in my armor...If anyone believes that I'm a passer by, a meer stepping stone, they need to take their own life. Arrogance and ignorance, as always, will be the downfall. So I’m a desperate for jumping Morrison! THAT makes me desperate?! THAT ain’t desperation. That’s me taking advantage of an opportunity that presented itself to me. It’s what I do. It’s what I EXCEL at. I don’t wait and wish for things to happen. I MAKE them happen. I capitalize on opportunity. I EXPLOIT opportunity like the whore that it is. I make it MINE. Mike, you need to bare that in mind for Asylum and bare it in mind for any time you are dealing with me. Because while time has certainly changed who we are and what we do in that ring, time HAS NOT changed my obsession of being the best. Time HAS NOT changed my passion for manipulating a situation into MY benefit. Just like Asylum a few days ago, Mike…and just like my legacy.
[Hopper flicks back the hair from his eyes as he brings the glass of whiskey to his lips.]
Hopper Rose: That chairshot heard round the Asylum was only a taste for you Mikey boy! you’ll also get the full meal as I reign down blows strictly to your skull. Just like the old days, Mike, I’m calling my spot. I will beat your brains in. I will watch your mind betray your body and I will be the catalyst to your unraveling. Check my history, Mike, I’m a man of my word....You see, Morrison, I’m not the desperate one. It’s you. You realize that you couldn't get the job done against Borderland, and you know that your not going to get the job done against me either...You’re caught up in WHAT you use to be and may never be again. I AM better than you. I’m not saying that in hopes of convincing myself that it’s true. I’m saying it because IT IS true. Just like the fact that I'm going to be the next APW World Champion. I'll play my part. I'll do what needs to be done. I'll have it clichéd and notarized. And…the funny thing is that EACH and EVERY time somebody plays my game, I beat them and I do it to soundly and effectively KILL the argument. You will be no different, Mikey. BUT…all these words. All these claims…they mean nothing going into Asylum, because tomorrow night isn’t about our war, Mikey. It isn't about getting me back for what I have done to you...No, It’s about winning and proving that we are the very best the APW has to offer. It’s about me, and the legacy I have chosen to leave behind but more importantly, it's about beat six different shades of dog shit out of you, Mike Morrison.
[Hopper smiles as he sips his whiskey once again.]
Hopper Rose: Jeff decided to take me up on my recommendation – to inject a bit of anarchy to the APW. Mainly, to Asylum. I intend to do that.
[Hopper raises his brow, teasingly and inquisitively.]
Hopper Rose: Why is some blood sweeter than most others, Mike? I know one thing for sure, on Asylum, the most violent force within Action Packed Wrestling will be knocking on YOUR door, and I'm going to find out, Mr. Mike Morrison. Bad blood or not, I’m NOT showing up to lose. After all, I fended for myself all of these years. I took you out, Mike. I slammed that steel into the side of your head. I left you for dead just like DOZENS of others in the past and I did it because I could, Mike, because I can. Because I’m the very best at what I do...and what I do is hurt people, Mike. I do it because there simply isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else from this goddamn federation can do to stop me. Mike, You’re the upstart - the protagonist - the POOR MAN’s Hopper Rose. I assure you that NOTHING will be changed. I am STILL going to be better than you and I am STILL going to be more dominant than you. I am STILL going to be everything that your not, Mikey boy.
[Hopper swishes and swirls the last sip of whiskey in his glass, breaking eye contact with the camera for only a minute to observe before re-establishing his intoxicating glare.]
Hopper Rose: I WILL be looking to do more then score the win against you on Asylum, Mike. I WILL be the one looking for the glory – the HONOR – of being the man to completly fuckin destroy you and show you what I am all about. On that historic night in your life, when you find yourself wondering why I would be so...so...COMEPLETLY NUTS! Saying that, I have a feeling that you know I won’t be scoring the win for something to brag about, Morrison, I'm looking for the momentum that comes along with it. I’m looking for the start to a beautiful chapter in my APW career and my time spent competing week-in and week-out everyday of my goddamn life. I'll be walking in and walking out of Asylum the only way I know how and leave the ring with my arm raised in victory. I'm the same man these people have come to know and despise all these years because that’s all I CAN be. All I can be is what I am – the very best there is at what I do. Because my name is Hopper FUCKING Rose goddamnit and I am DOMINANCE! Come Asylum? That will hold as true as it ever has. And THAT?
[Hopper chuckles as he throws back the rest of his whiskey.]
Hopper Rose: Well…you know the rest...It's 4:20, and somebody's gotta get smoked!
[Hopperwinks at the camera before stepping off his bar stool and walking off into nothingness. We fade to black.]
[We now find ourselves inside a dark and dingy old Irish Pub on Bell Island, Newfoundland. The bar is relatively barren and vacant of any real life, except for the man sitting at the bar.]
[Candles and neon lights help to illuminate the room, creating a mixture of clashing rustic and flashy environments. The smoke hovering and hanging in the air dances and flirts with the lighting as we pan into the man at the bar.]
[The jet black hair of Hopper is worn down and in his eyes, the first time we’ve seen this look. However, other things remain the same. The cold, calculating, confident blue eyes of Hopper Rose cut into our soul like a scalpel. A tight black sleeveless "VIOLENCE REIGNS" t-shirt covers the torso of Hopper while black cloth fingerless gloves adorn the steady hands of the self proclaimed King of Hardcore. A studded black belt, weathered blue jeans and white old school adidas sneaks complete the look.]
Hopper Rose: …and it was with the flick of MY fingers that I sparked the flame to set our world on fire and sent embers flying throughout APW...Three seconds and it was over! Now, it's all but a memory...
[Hopper smirks as he turns his bar stool towards us, glass in hand. Smiling.]
Hopper Rose: ...There wasn't going to be an after party for you anyway, was it Mike? It always seems to work out that way for people like you. Why?! Do you really wanna know?! Well, I don't really know to be quite fucking honest. You were just the first to fall, that, or you eye'd me first, that's about all...That "all" was to exploit the situation to my benefit. What benefit? Give them a taste of Hopper fuckin Rose...Stick Hopper Rose down their throats! It's almost time Mikey, it's almost time for you to come after me now Mikey boy...What do you got in the tank? I doubt if it's more than me, son.
[Hopper smirks confidently.]
Hopper Rose: So take your fuckin shot, son! Pull back that trigger and let 'er go! What's that Mike? Ya got no fuckin ammo? Well sucks to be you, doesn't it? You may not know it yet, but I'm the lucky bastard holding the bullets! I could have let you think that you were the one, like I could easily let the rest of the APW roster think they were fortunate too...I thought twice..
[Hopper chuckles out loud before taking a sip of the lords sweet whiskey.]
Hopper Rose: No, can't do that..There is a chance that maybe I wanted everyone to watch one of the shooting stars of Asylum, fly by without ever being seen. Maybe I wanted to watch Jeff lose his mind while watching me appear out of nowhere...a ghost from the past and destroy one of the APW posterboys. Or maybe I wanted to watch the men many considered to be the greatest in this sport know that they're time is coming and that soon, they will lose EVERYTHING! Maybe I want to see certain people stripped away of the things they love. After all, who’s Wayne Gretzky without Hockey? Who's Mohammad Ali without Boxing? Who's Michael Jordon without Basketball? And who’s Brett Favre without the NFL? Likr much of the APW Megastars, THEY’RE NOTHING!
[Hopper lets out a perverse chuckle.]
Hopper Rose: They’re nothing. Just like you Mike Morrison. Nothing. And will never be anything! Your desitined to be second rate to me, Mike. Just like the other chumps walking around here, thinking that they own the fuckin place...When are you retards going to get the picture? I. Have. No. Equal!
[Hopper smiles as he glances down at his full glass of whiskey and swirls the wine in the glass near the rim before taking a sip.]
Hopper Rose: But let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves now. We can simmer on that for another day and another time. Let’s talk business. After all, I know the memory of Asylum has been burned into your brain by now.
[Hopper scoffs at the notion.]
Hopper Rose: You can think me a desperate and foolish. Call me a nobody within APW hierarchy. You can say I’m going to take whatever beating you think your gonna give me, and take all of that fucking bullshit your going to claim to do to me right now, and stick it up your ass, son! I'm not buying into it. You won't find any glitches in my armor...If anyone believes that I'm a passer by, a meer stepping stone, they need to take their own life. Arrogance and ignorance, as always, will be the downfall. So I’m a desperate for jumping Morrison! THAT makes me desperate?! THAT ain’t desperation. That’s me taking advantage of an opportunity that presented itself to me. It’s what I do. It’s what I EXCEL at. I don’t wait and wish for things to happen. I MAKE them happen. I capitalize on opportunity. I EXPLOIT opportunity like the whore that it is. I make it MINE. Mike, you need to bare that in mind for Asylum and bare it in mind for any time you are dealing with me. Because while time has certainly changed who we are and what we do in that ring, time HAS NOT changed my obsession of being the best. Time HAS NOT changed my passion for manipulating a situation into MY benefit. Just like Asylum a few days ago, Mike…and just like my legacy.
[Hopper flicks back the hair from his eyes as he brings the glass of whiskey to his lips.]
Hopper Rose: That chairshot heard round the Asylum was only a taste for you Mikey boy! you’ll also get the full meal as I reign down blows strictly to your skull. Just like the old days, Mike, I’m calling my spot. I will beat your brains in. I will watch your mind betray your body and I will be the catalyst to your unraveling. Check my history, Mike, I’m a man of my word....You see, Morrison, I’m not the desperate one. It’s you. You realize that you couldn't get the job done against Borderland, and you know that your not going to get the job done against me either...You’re caught up in WHAT you use to be and may never be again. I AM better than you. I’m not saying that in hopes of convincing myself that it’s true. I’m saying it because IT IS true. Just like the fact that I'm going to be the next APW World Champion. I'll play my part. I'll do what needs to be done. I'll have it clichéd and notarized. And…the funny thing is that EACH and EVERY time somebody plays my game, I beat them and I do it to soundly and effectively KILL the argument. You will be no different, Mikey. BUT…all these words. All these claims…they mean nothing going into Asylum, because tomorrow night isn’t about our war, Mikey. It isn't about getting me back for what I have done to you...No, It’s about winning and proving that we are the very best the APW has to offer. It’s about me, and the legacy I have chosen to leave behind but more importantly, it's about beat six different shades of dog shit out of you, Mike Morrison.
[Hopper smiles as he sips his whiskey once again.]
Hopper Rose: Jeff decided to take me up on my recommendation – to inject a bit of anarchy to the APW. Mainly, to Asylum. I intend to do that.
[Hopper raises his brow, teasingly and inquisitively.]
Hopper Rose: Why is some blood sweeter than most others, Mike? I know one thing for sure, on Asylum, the most violent force within Action Packed Wrestling will be knocking on YOUR door, and I'm going to find out, Mr. Mike Morrison. Bad blood or not, I’m NOT showing up to lose. After all, I fended for myself all of these years. I took you out, Mike. I slammed that steel into the side of your head. I left you for dead just like DOZENS of others in the past and I did it because I could, Mike, because I can. Because I’m the very best at what I do...and what I do is hurt people, Mike. I do it because there simply isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else from this goddamn federation can do to stop me. Mike, You’re the upstart - the protagonist - the POOR MAN’s Hopper Rose. I assure you that NOTHING will be changed. I am STILL going to be better than you and I am STILL going to be more dominant than you. I am STILL going to be everything that your not, Mikey boy.
[Hopper swishes and swirls the last sip of whiskey in his glass, breaking eye contact with the camera for only a minute to observe before re-establishing his intoxicating glare.]
Hopper Rose: I WILL be looking to do more then score the win against you on Asylum, Mike. I WILL be the one looking for the glory – the HONOR – of being the man to completly fuckin destroy you and show you what I am all about. On that historic night in your life, when you find yourself wondering why I would be so...so...COMEPLETLY NUTS! Saying that, I have a feeling that you know I won’t be scoring the win for something to brag about, Morrison, I'm looking for the momentum that comes along with it. I’m looking for the start to a beautiful chapter in my APW career and my time spent competing week-in and week-out everyday of my goddamn life. I'll be walking in and walking out of Asylum the only way I know how and leave the ring with my arm raised in victory. I'm the same man these people have come to know and despise all these years because that’s all I CAN be. All I can be is what I am – the very best there is at what I do. Because my name is Hopper FUCKING Rose goddamnit and I am DOMINANCE! Come Asylum? That will hold as true as it ever has. And THAT?
[Hopper chuckles as he throws back the rest of his whiskey.]
Hopper Rose: Well…you know the rest...It's 4:20, and somebody's gotta get smoked!
[Hopperwinks at the camera before stepping off his bar stool and walking off into nothingness. We fade to black.]
