Post by Hopper Rose™ on Jul 10, 2011 9:14:00 GMT -4
[We fade into existence and, much like before, we waste little time as sitting in our presence is The King of Hardcore, "The Hoodrat". Hopper Rose. A cigarette hangs from his lush lips as he confidently stares into the camera. His eyes marred in eyeliner. His blue eyes cold and piercing. His clothing the same as when we saw him before…]
HOPPER: "The lies and the twisted truth."
[Hopper chuckles as he gently pulls the cigarette away from his soft lips.]
HOPPER: "Mike Morrison? It's just as well for you to not even bother trying to spin a convincing defeat by my hands a week ago into something YOUR warped mind can understand. I don't want you to tell me, or any of the naysayers and explain it to everyone like Vaughn really interfered. After WEEKS of telling the entire party in Mike Morrison's head, APW brass and anyone with a pulse that you could have scored a win over Hopper fuckin Rose…OH NO! and after a week full of empty promises, claiming to get your revenge, you went and ate shit, didn’t you Mikey Boy? You went and did EXACTLY what I said you’d do. There's still something going on Mike. Not with you, oh no...I'm fuckin done with you...I'm bet your still wondering what the fuck is going on with Hopper and Tyler Vaughn though, aren't ya? I bet your all wondering..."
[Hopper smiles an evil grin.]
HOPPER: "But I know..."
[Hopper let’s a hearty chuckle escape from his lungs. What a smug bastard.]
HOPPER: " I got a plan ya see. A plan that ensures that Hopper gets what Hopper wants. I remember there was a time in my life that changed everything that made me me. I shed that fuckin skin I tell you fuckers that. I get the feeling that APW brass is trying to close me down. Trying to keep me from reaching my full potential...They notice that Tyler Vaughn was there while I celebrated my victory over The Hatter...What does GM Reggie do? He sticks me in a match against Tyler Vaughn... In Charlottesville, Virginia...Next Asylum on the seventeenth of July! But I still got a plan... Reggie…you see, you got it all wrong, Sweetheart. I CHOOSE to do whatever the fuck you want me to do...I'll hit T.V. in the nuts. Although, I doubt I'll need to hit him in the nuts to beat him. THAT? That's something I will do when the opportunity arises and it’ll be something deserved and it’ll be something LONG overdue. Now Tyler, I don't think you plan on building and padding your resume at my expense. THAT? That's a shot to the balls! That will be a receipt that WILL BE CASHED in full! So, don’t make excuses. Now don't get me wrong...What you did? Well, Tyler…I capitalized on an opportunity. I took advantage of a situation. I turned the tide and stopped Mike Morrison's pathetic momentum. But…don’t be foolish, don't let this go to your head. You weren’t able to hang with Yoko in the latter parts of your match and, when the time came? You lost…I did it without even having a match in over 2 fucking years, Princess. It was 420, and you got smoked."
[Hopper playfully raises his eyebrow as he brings the cigarette back up to his lips for another drag.]
HOPPER: "So, Tyler. There’s the facts. There’s the plan. I wasn’t rattled by Mikey's pathetic attempt at offense. I wasn’t fearful of his gay little attempt at The Madness Effect. I was just trying to hurt the kid. I was trying to embarrass the kid. I did that and more, Tyler. And you were there to aid. All in all? I would have to say it’s pretty fucking amazing to be me right now…up until I turn on APW TV and see your ugly fucking mug and HOLY SHIT, kid…Now APW brass wants me to kick your teeth in...so what am I to do? Either way…it's time for you to really prove your worth to me, because you haven't yet. Let’s do some reality checking…and let’s start with your match against Yoko Ono. Jesus Christ! How many times have people called you Yoko? Well, here's another quarter, dipshit!"
[Hopper rolls his eyes and laughs playfully.]
HOPPER: "Not funny, I know...I know...But seriously, Tyler...Man. Yoko's a fuckin Dip shit, I don't know how he pulled out a win over you...Aren't you supposed to be everything that I'm not?!…THEN YOU WOULD’VE WON THE GODDAMN MATCH! Wouldn't you? Instead? You’re making excuses in your head…big shock there. Tyler? you got knocked the fuck out, man . If you had an answer for that? Then you wouldn’t have be dropped on your fuckin head like a pair of shitty drawers and got pinned. Now, you really look like an asshole. You hung with Misawa in that ring for a little while though, I'll give you that...but at no point, Tyler…AT NO POINT did you show any type of dominance against Yoko fucking Ono...So I'm inclined to believe that at no time you and I step foot into that ring together! AT NO POINT will I fear of being pinned or submitted by you, or that fuckin nutjob Morrison!"
[Hopper shakes his head.]
HOPPER: "NO ONE looked at you and, at any point, and said "holy shit…this kid could pull it off!" You didn’t hang with Yoko, Tyler. Not even a little bit. You lost. THAT is what you did when you fought Yoko Ono and that is what will happen when you fight...if you ever fight Hopper Rose one-on-one! You ate shit man! That...Well, that truly fuckin sucks bro."
[Hopper rubs the stubble along his jaw line, cigarette in hand. He is calm. Confident. He is in his element…and that’s not good for anyone but the man stationed in front of the camera, spilling his mind and his heart onto every frame.]
HOPPER: "Here’s another bit of reality for you all. Nathaniel fuckin Havoc and Sally Talfourd. Now I don't wanna step on Shane Borderland or Jason Kash's toes here, but goddamn Jeff! What did you do?! Now Nate Havoc, he ain't no regular joe, and Sally, she ain't no regular bitch...she's a super bitch, with the power to make men look like bitches...They got their hands full against Casteel and Big Daddy, I guarandamntee ya that. And Tyler, me and you ain't tight enough just yet...THE PLAN, as it stands, is on though...and I'm warning you, don't make ME look like a bitch. I'm still pissed off that you never got it done against Yoko Ono, ya know. Misawa has never pinned you legitimately…Morrison never even gave me a fucking run for my money! Tyler, your supposed to be one of the best Brawlers in this federation and only the Lord knows if Misawa and Morrison are better wrestlers then they PRETEND to be. Mike was supposed to give me every inch of his fiber and his being. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted me dead, even more than wanting to strip me of my consiousness. Mike Morrison wanted to take me to a place he thinks I’ve never been before. He was wrong. I OWN THE HOUSE OF FUCKIN PAIN! Tyler…a place he didn’t have the fucking SKILL to take me to! He never had it in him to take me to a place he believe's I haven't explored and redefine my limits…He barely made me break a sweat. That’s it. Your on a 3 fight losing streak Vaughn. Do you still hear that fuckin Chumbawumba song playing in your head bro? Yes? Jesus fuckin Christ man, let me send you a goddamn Anthony Robbins "Self-Help" CD to get you back on the right goddamn track...Dropping Roxy was the best thing for you...Jesus Christ, you better hope so, son. "
[Hopper brings his cigarette back up, if only inches, to his lips. A long pull and a soft, soothing exhale.]
HOPPER: "So on Asylum, it's gonna be me and you Tyler…WHO GIVES A SHIT!? Reality check, Nancy-Boy…The plan is a go. Fuck Yoko Ono, cause come Asylum, I'll see to it that before the nights over, i'll get his imported ass...and WHO gives a shit about Mike Morrison, cause I beat his ass. I WON THE FUCKING MATCH! Misawa kicked your ass…don’t forget that. Use it as fuel to get Chumba fuckin wumba out of your damn head son. If you gotta make me the target on the 17th of july? Then so be it! We would rather rip each other’s fucking heads off than win a shot at a Title, right?! . If what Jason Kash does for a living is out of your element, then I have to show you the ways of blood and scars. I live my life in THAT element. I eat in THAT element. I sleep, I drink, I piss.....I AM....THAT ELEMENT! Get over yourself, don't be a little prima donna fuck who never listens to anyone. Listen to me, kid. I don’t make excuses because I DON’T HAVE TO! I win when I say I’m going to win! I don’t get pinned because I’m that much better than everyone else! I don’t tap out, pass out or submit because I don’t allow myself to get put into those kinds of situations! THAT is what separates us, Tyler! It what separates the people from the poloticians. I don’t have to twist and distort things to make it look like I’m not shitty or second rater. I don't want you to be either! I bet the goddamn dojo’s in Japan taught Yoko Ono that winning is the single most important thing you can do in this sport…and that’s something you have a real hard time with, isn’t it, Princess? I mean, 4 straight! C'mon!. If You want to take a shot at me for cheating? Fine…bare in mind that I’m an opportunist, kid. The biggest and the best. I will manipulate and capitalize on ANY situation, especially when you leave yourself as Mikey did. Again, Tyler. Excuses. Half-truths. Respect and Honor? Not especially my thing. I respect my opponents and their abilities…that’s what makes me great…but I don’t respect THEM or their bodies in that ring. If someone is dumb enough to leave himself unprotected, especially after being slandered? I’ll thumb his eye, punch him in the dick, or hit him with a chair. That’s HIS problem…and my advantage."
[Hopper looks down at his cigarette. His cold eyes follow the lingering smoke from his heater…and finally…he looks back up at the camera.]
HOPPER: "You can all hate my face. My hair. My skin. My eyes. My body. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I get it and believe me when I say the feelings mutual. But…not a fuckin soul here will ever claim that they're gonna step into the ring and ‘rip me to pieces’? Thinking that? Fine. Doing it? That's another thing. Stop saying you’re going to do it and actually step foot in the ring with me and fucking do it. I’m begging anyone to come and get me. I’m begging anyone to gun for me. I’m begging anyone to come and hurt me…because you all know DAMN WELL that APW is MY HOME…Asylum is MY HOME! My fists will fly. My knees will blaze and my feet will roar! YOU, Tyler must be taught…you will be shown by the best there is in just a week! I don't want to be the one that demoralizes you on the biggest night of your life! I don't want to toy with you, Tyler. I don't want to break you down piece by piece for my mere enjoyment…because I like to watch people struggle and bleed and beg...Asylum…MY home! Do you think for one goddamn second that I’m not going to give it my all? That I’m going to half-ass it? That I’m going to let some pathetic schmucks upstage me? US?! That I’m going to let anyone one-up and destroy the plan?! HELL NO! You will see a Hopper Rose who is Utterly Destructive! You will see a Hopper Rose with fire in his eye and a mind full of bad intentions! A Hopper Rose more motivated then ever! I fully intend on showing my superiority and I will do it with Tyler Vaughn by my side and I promise you…we will win and do so convincingly. We? Don't be an inconsistent second rate wannabe and Tyler? You’re a walking, talking target that I really don't want to take out! Asylum! Hopper Rose comes home…and he’s bringing hell with him! BELIEVE THAT! Now if you'll excuse me, it's almost 4:20 I gotta go see a man about a horse, an oh yeah...Somebody's Gotta Get Smoked!”
[With a wink and a devilish smirk, we fade to black.]
HOPPER: "The lies and the twisted truth."
[Hopper chuckles as he gently pulls the cigarette away from his soft lips.]
HOPPER: "Mike Morrison? It's just as well for you to not even bother trying to spin a convincing defeat by my hands a week ago into something YOUR warped mind can understand. I don't want you to tell me, or any of the naysayers and explain it to everyone like Vaughn really interfered. After WEEKS of telling the entire party in Mike Morrison's head, APW brass and anyone with a pulse that you could have scored a win over Hopper fuckin Rose…OH NO! and after a week full of empty promises, claiming to get your revenge, you went and ate shit, didn’t you Mikey Boy? You went and did EXACTLY what I said you’d do. There's still something going on Mike. Not with you, oh no...I'm fuckin done with you...I'm bet your still wondering what the fuck is going on with Hopper and Tyler Vaughn though, aren't ya? I bet your all wondering..."
[Hopper smiles an evil grin.]
HOPPER: "But I know..."
[Hopper let’s a hearty chuckle escape from his lungs. What a smug bastard.]
HOPPER: " I got a plan ya see. A plan that ensures that Hopper gets what Hopper wants. I remember there was a time in my life that changed everything that made me me. I shed that fuckin skin I tell you fuckers that. I get the feeling that APW brass is trying to close me down. Trying to keep me from reaching my full potential...They notice that Tyler Vaughn was there while I celebrated my victory over The Hatter...What does GM Reggie do? He sticks me in a match against Tyler Vaughn... In Charlottesville, Virginia...Next Asylum on the seventeenth of July! But I still got a plan... Reggie…you see, you got it all wrong, Sweetheart. I CHOOSE to do whatever the fuck you want me to do...I'll hit T.V. in the nuts. Although, I doubt I'll need to hit him in the nuts to beat him. THAT? That's something I will do when the opportunity arises and it’ll be something deserved and it’ll be something LONG overdue. Now Tyler, I don't think you plan on building and padding your resume at my expense. THAT? That's a shot to the balls! That will be a receipt that WILL BE CASHED in full! So, don’t make excuses. Now don't get me wrong...What you did? Well, Tyler…I capitalized on an opportunity. I took advantage of a situation. I turned the tide and stopped Mike Morrison's pathetic momentum. But…don’t be foolish, don't let this go to your head. You weren’t able to hang with Yoko in the latter parts of your match and, when the time came? You lost…I did it without even having a match in over 2 fucking years, Princess. It was 420, and you got smoked."
[Hopper playfully raises his eyebrow as he brings the cigarette back up to his lips for another drag.]
HOPPER: "So, Tyler. There’s the facts. There’s the plan. I wasn’t rattled by Mikey's pathetic attempt at offense. I wasn’t fearful of his gay little attempt at The Madness Effect. I was just trying to hurt the kid. I was trying to embarrass the kid. I did that and more, Tyler. And you were there to aid. All in all? I would have to say it’s pretty fucking amazing to be me right now…up until I turn on APW TV and see your ugly fucking mug and HOLY SHIT, kid…Now APW brass wants me to kick your teeth in...so what am I to do? Either way…it's time for you to really prove your worth to me, because you haven't yet. Let’s do some reality checking…and let’s start with your match against Yoko Ono. Jesus Christ! How many times have people called you Yoko? Well, here's another quarter, dipshit!"
[Hopper rolls his eyes and laughs playfully.]
HOPPER: "Not funny, I know...I know...But seriously, Tyler...Man. Yoko's a fuckin Dip shit, I don't know how he pulled out a win over you...Aren't you supposed to be everything that I'm not?!…THEN YOU WOULD’VE WON THE GODDAMN MATCH! Wouldn't you? Instead? You’re making excuses in your head…big shock there. Tyler? you got knocked the fuck out, man . If you had an answer for that? Then you wouldn’t have be dropped on your fuckin head like a pair of shitty drawers and got pinned. Now, you really look like an asshole. You hung with Misawa in that ring for a little while though, I'll give you that...but at no point, Tyler…AT NO POINT did you show any type of dominance against Yoko fucking Ono...So I'm inclined to believe that at no time you and I step foot into that ring together! AT NO POINT will I fear of being pinned or submitted by you, or that fuckin nutjob Morrison!"
[Hopper shakes his head.]
HOPPER: "NO ONE looked at you and, at any point, and said "holy shit…this kid could pull it off!" You didn’t hang with Yoko, Tyler. Not even a little bit. You lost. THAT is what you did when you fought Yoko Ono and that is what will happen when you fight...if you ever fight Hopper Rose one-on-one! You ate shit man! That...Well, that truly fuckin sucks bro."
[Hopper rubs the stubble along his jaw line, cigarette in hand. He is calm. Confident. He is in his element…and that’s not good for anyone but the man stationed in front of the camera, spilling his mind and his heart onto every frame.]
HOPPER: "Here’s another bit of reality for you all. Nathaniel fuckin Havoc and Sally Talfourd. Now I don't wanna step on Shane Borderland or Jason Kash's toes here, but goddamn Jeff! What did you do?! Now Nate Havoc, he ain't no regular joe, and Sally, she ain't no regular bitch...she's a super bitch, with the power to make men look like bitches...They got their hands full against Casteel and Big Daddy, I guarandamntee ya that. And Tyler, me and you ain't tight enough just yet...THE PLAN, as it stands, is on though...and I'm warning you, don't make ME look like a bitch. I'm still pissed off that you never got it done against Yoko Ono, ya know. Misawa has never pinned you legitimately…Morrison never even gave me a fucking run for my money! Tyler, your supposed to be one of the best Brawlers in this federation and only the Lord knows if Misawa and Morrison are better wrestlers then they PRETEND to be. Mike was supposed to give me every inch of his fiber and his being. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted me dead, even more than wanting to strip me of my consiousness. Mike Morrison wanted to take me to a place he thinks I’ve never been before. He was wrong. I OWN THE HOUSE OF FUCKIN PAIN! Tyler…a place he didn’t have the fucking SKILL to take me to! He never had it in him to take me to a place he believe's I haven't explored and redefine my limits…He barely made me break a sweat. That’s it. Your on a 3 fight losing streak Vaughn. Do you still hear that fuckin Chumbawumba song playing in your head bro? Yes? Jesus fuckin Christ man, let me send you a goddamn Anthony Robbins "Self-Help" CD to get you back on the right goddamn track...Dropping Roxy was the best thing for you...Jesus Christ, you better hope so, son. "
[Hopper brings his cigarette back up, if only inches, to his lips. A long pull and a soft, soothing exhale.]
HOPPER: "So on Asylum, it's gonna be me and you Tyler…WHO GIVES A SHIT!? Reality check, Nancy-Boy…The plan is a go. Fuck Yoko Ono, cause come Asylum, I'll see to it that before the nights over, i'll get his imported ass...and WHO gives a shit about Mike Morrison, cause I beat his ass. I WON THE FUCKING MATCH! Misawa kicked your ass…don’t forget that. Use it as fuel to get Chumba fuckin wumba out of your damn head son. If you gotta make me the target on the 17th of july? Then so be it! We would rather rip each other’s fucking heads off than win a shot at a Title, right?! . If what Jason Kash does for a living is out of your element, then I have to show you the ways of blood and scars. I live my life in THAT element. I eat in THAT element. I sleep, I drink, I piss.....I AM....THAT ELEMENT! Get over yourself, don't be a little prima donna fuck who never listens to anyone. Listen to me, kid. I don’t make excuses because I DON’T HAVE TO! I win when I say I’m going to win! I don’t get pinned because I’m that much better than everyone else! I don’t tap out, pass out or submit because I don’t allow myself to get put into those kinds of situations! THAT is what separates us, Tyler! It what separates the people from the poloticians. I don’t have to twist and distort things to make it look like I’m not shitty or second rater. I don't want you to be either! I bet the goddamn dojo’s in Japan taught Yoko Ono that winning is the single most important thing you can do in this sport…and that’s something you have a real hard time with, isn’t it, Princess? I mean, 4 straight! C'mon!. If You want to take a shot at me for cheating? Fine…bare in mind that I’m an opportunist, kid. The biggest and the best. I will manipulate and capitalize on ANY situation, especially when you leave yourself as Mikey did. Again, Tyler. Excuses. Half-truths. Respect and Honor? Not especially my thing. I respect my opponents and their abilities…that’s what makes me great…but I don’t respect THEM or their bodies in that ring. If someone is dumb enough to leave himself unprotected, especially after being slandered? I’ll thumb his eye, punch him in the dick, or hit him with a chair. That’s HIS problem…and my advantage."
[Hopper looks down at his cigarette. His cold eyes follow the lingering smoke from his heater…and finally…he looks back up at the camera.]
HOPPER: "You can all hate my face. My hair. My skin. My eyes. My body. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I get it and believe me when I say the feelings mutual. But…not a fuckin soul here will ever claim that they're gonna step into the ring and ‘rip me to pieces’? Thinking that? Fine. Doing it? That's another thing. Stop saying you’re going to do it and actually step foot in the ring with me and fucking do it. I’m begging anyone to come and get me. I’m begging anyone to gun for me. I’m begging anyone to come and hurt me…because you all know DAMN WELL that APW is MY HOME…Asylum is MY HOME! My fists will fly. My knees will blaze and my feet will roar! YOU, Tyler must be taught…you will be shown by the best there is in just a week! I don't want to be the one that demoralizes you on the biggest night of your life! I don't want to toy with you, Tyler. I don't want to break you down piece by piece for my mere enjoyment…because I like to watch people struggle and bleed and beg...Asylum…MY home! Do you think for one goddamn second that I’m not going to give it my all? That I’m going to half-ass it? That I’m going to let some pathetic schmucks upstage me? US?! That I’m going to let anyone one-up and destroy the plan?! HELL NO! You will see a Hopper Rose who is Utterly Destructive! You will see a Hopper Rose with fire in his eye and a mind full of bad intentions! A Hopper Rose more motivated then ever! I fully intend on showing my superiority and I will do it with Tyler Vaughn by my side and I promise you…we will win and do so convincingly. We? Don't be an inconsistent second rate wannabe and Tyler? You’re a walking, talking target that I really don't want to take out! Asylum! Hopper Rose comes home…and he’s bringing hell with him! BELIEVE THAT! Now if you'll excuse me, it's almost 4:20 I gotta go see a man about a horse, an oh yeah...Somebody's Gotta Get Smoked!”
[With a wink and a devilish smirk, we fade to black.]
