Post by DudeBehindAKeyboard on Oct 4, 2011 0:03:21 GMT -5
.......................A dark basement in Winchester Kentucky.................
The scene opens up with Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson standing in the middle of his dark basement in Winchester Kentucky. The room is dimly lit with a blue lighting as always. He has a large black couldron infront of him and three large brown bags on the right side of him. in the background there is a shelf with empty bottles on it, and next to the shelf is a white fridge, and next to the white fridge is a black chair and a brown desk with a black computer on it. The Reaper is mixxing whatever is in the couldron and he has a slightly depressing look on his face as he begins to speak.
the Reaper:*lets out a deep sigh* Just incase some of you might not know me by now, I'm Ryan ''the Reaper ''Robinson. People around here in my hometown have compared me to the blair witch and a bunch of shit like that. I'm a little different from you're *thinks of the right word to say* average person. *twisted laugh*
The Reaper turns to the three bags and reaches into the one on the left side and pulls out a hand full of white powder and drops it into the couldron and continues to speak as he goes back to mixxing whatever is in the couldron.
the Reaper: Allow me to tell you about my life. And I hope everyone listens. Especially you Draven Logan Kennedy. *twisted laugh* I was actually a happy child despite being beat alot and shot at once by my grandfather. *twisted chuckle* I admit I did have alot of anger on the inside but I was always able to hold it in and be happy. At the age of eight I started practicing black magic, voodoo and a bunch of good shit like that. That stuff made me happy. It was my friend. It was the only true friend I ever had. Besides a girl named Bella Brooks, who alot of you probably know as my girlfriend.
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the middle bag and pulls out a hand full of brown powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: Allow me to tell you a little about Bella. We have known eachother since we were eight years old. Ever since then she has fallowed me around. I was bullied alot in school, Draven, but Bella was always a loyal friend. We became great friends.
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the bag on the right side and pulls out a hand full of black powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: At the age of thirteen I decided that I want to be a wrestler, Draven, and at the age of sixteen I started dating Bella then joined a backyard wrestling promotion and wrestled there for four years, and they didnt have a ring there. We wrestled on the ground, Draven, and none of the matches they had were normal. The closest match they had to a normal match was a hardcore match. So I spent four fucking years getting hit with weopons. falling off ladders, and going through tables nonestop, but the thing is. I never quit using black magic and voodoo and all that shit. I started when I was eight and I still do that shit today, Draven, *twisted laugh* And when I was eighteen that shit took control of me and I decided to let all of my anger out and I became what I am today, *twisted laugh* but it didnt change Bella's mind about me, Draven. It made her love me even more. *twisted smirk*
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the middle bag and pulls out a hand full of brown powder and drops it into the couldron, then reaches into the bag on the right side and pulls out a hand full of black powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: Draven. Alot of people probably wonder how a normal girl like Bella could love someone like me. She is normal right? *dark chuckle* Anyways. I wish I had a good answer for that question but all I can say is. Shit happens. I guess normal women fall in love with psychopaths sometimes, *twisted laugh* but I think I have talked about Bellla enough. Don't you think so? Draven. Lets talk more about wrestling. I did great in the backyard promotion I was in. It was basically nothing but teenager mother fuckers but I still did great and those bitches look at me as a wrestling God *twisted laugh* Those mother fuckers worshipo me, Draven. I am a hero to those bitches, but enough about wrestling in a fucking backyard. Lets talk about a company called WKF. I think you might be familier with it Draven. Its a company owned by a guy named Curtis Ange, and there was a group of guys there for a while that called thereselves TNT, which stood for Top Notch Talent, but I'll get to that in a few seconds. Lets look at my WKF carear, Draven. I made my WKF debut against a sevenfoot monster named Renegade, but the thing is Renegade wasnt really a sevenfoot monster. He was more like a sevenfoot bitch. He powerbombed me through the anounce table and left me to get counted out like the little bitch he is because he knew that if he would have put me back in the ring I would have came back and won the match, Draven. I would have tore his fucking soul to pieces. I almost made him tap out with the lock of death, Draven. The next week I was in a fatel four way match. The winner was supposed to move on to be in a match to crown the WKF champion, but the match was won by Chris Kline who wasnt even supposed to be in the match, but Curtis Ange decided to put him in the match, but I have nothing to take away from Chris Kline. He is a great wrestler and that is really all I have to say about him, and the next week I was supposed to be in a tag team match, teaming up with a guy named Cory Allen to take on Syn and some fucking joke named Ryan Welfare, but those TNT bitches decided to hang Cory Allen so I would have to be in a handicap match, and thanks to them. I lost. *twisted chuckle*
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the bag on the left side and pulls out a hand full of white powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: The week after thar I challenged Syn to a taipei death match. Which he accepted, and Curtis Ange allowed the match to happen. Ange was giving me a chance to get revenge but it turned out he signed Syn's brother Kai and TNT had him cost me the match to screw me over again!. The next week I was in a triple threat match against ''the world heavyweight champion'' Syn, and El Super Beasto, and although I didnt win that match, there was no interfearence but I wasnt the one who got pinned in that match. El Super Beasto was. Curtis Ange came out and anounced that I was going to face Syn in a basement brawl the next week, but it was going to be a none title match, and if I won I was going to get a title shot against Syn. *twisted laugh* I guess Nick Taylor and the rest of TNT decided not to screw me over in the basement brawl, Draven. All I know is I tortured Syn's soul, won the basement brawl, and earned a championship match against him. *twisted laugh*
The Reaper walks over to the fridge and opens it and pulls out a can of mountain dew, shuts the fridge, and walks over to the couldron and opens the can and pours the mountain dew into the couldron and begins mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to talk.
the Reaper: The next week I was in a match against a guy named Eric Snow, and I guess TNT decided to cost me the match to screw me over again, Draven.
The Reaper walks over to the shelf and grabs a bottle. He then walks back over to the couldron and puts the bottle down in it and pulls it back up and it is full of purple liquid. The Reaper takes a drink of the liquid then continues speaking.
the Reaper: The next week I got my title shot against Syn, but this time I did something I regret. I screwed myself over, Draven. I layed down for Syn and joined his group, which he called the Disciples of Syn. I regret that, Draven, and I might do things that my Witnesses dont like sometimes. I'm going to do things they dont like, but I promise all of my Witnesses that I will never lay down for someone again. I promise all of my Witnesses, that I will always try my best to put on a good match, and that is what I plan on doing with you, Draven. Earlier I was upstairs watching the first blood match I had with you a few weeks ago, Draven, and I must say that match was pretty good. I didnt win but you have to admit I came close, Draven. You're head was almost busted open. I could feal it. If I would have connected with that second reaping death drop your head would have been busted the fuck open, mother fucker. Draven. You might not like me. You might even hate me, but I will earn your respect. The time I'm finished in this buisness I will have the whole fucking rosters respect, but I'm starting with you, Draven. I don't care if I have to torture your fucking soul ten thousend times. I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO CUT YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF!!! HAVE BELLA COOK IT!!! PUT IT ON A FUCKING HOT DOG BUN!!! AND MAKE YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND EAT IT!!! MOTHER FUCKER!!!!.
The Reaper crushes the bottle in his hand and it shatters. He then walks over to the computer desk with his head down and sits at the desk before speaking again.
the Reaper: Just remember this, Draven. Just because seasons don't fear the Reaper. Don't mean you shouldnt. *twisted laugh*
Fades to Black.
The scene opens up with Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson standing in the middle of his dark basement in Winchester Kentucky. The room is dimly lit with a blue lighting as always. He has a large black couldron infront of him and three large brown bags on the right side of him. in the background there is a shelf with empty bottles on it, and next to the shelf is a white fridge, and next to the white fridge is a black chair and a brown desk with a black computer on it. The Reaper is mixxing whatever is in the couldron and he has a slightly depressing look on his face as he begins to speak.
the Reaper:*lets out a deep sigh* Just incase some of you might not know me by now, I'm Ryan ''the Reaper ''Robinson. People around here in my hometown have compared me to the blair witch and a bunch of shit like that. I'm a little different from you're *thinks of the right word to say* average person. *twisted laugh*
The Reaper turns to the three bags and reaches into the one on the left side and pulls out a hand full of white powder and drops it into the couldron and continues to speak as he goes back to mixxing whatever is in the couldron.
the Reaper: Allow me to tell you about my life. And I hope everyone listens. Especially you Draven Logan Kennedy. *twisted laugh* I was actually a happy child despite being beat alot and shot at once by my grandfather. *twisted chuckle* I admit I did have alot of anger on the inside but I was always able to hold it in and be happy. At the age of eight I started practicing black magic, voodoo and a bunch of good shit like that. That stuff made me happy. It was my friend. It was the only true friend I ever had. Besides a girl named Bella Brooks, who alot of you probably know as my girlfriend.
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the middle bag and pulls out a hand full of brown powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: Allow me to tell you a little about Bella. We have known eachother since we were eight years old. Ever since then she has fallowed me around. I was bullied alot in school, Draven, but Bella was always a loyal friend. We became great friends.
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the bag on the right side and pulls out a hand full of black powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: At the age of thirteen I decided that I want to be a wrestler, Draven, and at the age of sixteen I started dating Bella then joined a backyard wrestling promotion and wrestled there for four years, and they didnt have a ring there. We wrestled on the ground, Draven, and none of the matches they had were normal. The closest match they had to a normal match was a hardcore match. So I spent four fucking years getting hit with weopons. falling off ladders, and going through tables nonestop, but the thing is. I never quit using black magic and voodoo and all that shit. I started when I was eight and I still do that shit today, Draven, *twisted laugh* And when I was eighteen that shit took control of me and I decided to let all of my anger out and I became what I am today, *twisted laugh* but it didnt change Bella's mind about me, Draven. It made her love me even more. *twisted smirk*
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the middle bag and pulls out a hand full of brown powder and drops it into the couldron, then reaches into the bag on the right side and pulls out a hand full of black powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: Draven. Alot of people probably wonder how a normal girl like Bella could love someone like me. She is normal right? *dark chuckle* Anyways. I wish I had a good answer for that question but all I can say is. Shit happens. I guess normal women fall in love with psychopaths sometimes, *twisted laugh* but I think I have talked about Bellla enough. Don't you think so? Draven. Lets talk more about wrestling. I did great in the backyard promotion I was in. It was basically nothing but teenager mother fuckers but I still did great and those bitches look at me as a wrestling God *twisted laugh* Those mother fuckers worshipo me, Draven. I am a hero to those bitches, but enough about wrestling in a fucking backyard. Lets talk about a company called WKF. I think you might be familier with it Draven. Its a company owned by a guy named Curtis Ange, and there was a group of guys there for a while that called thereselves TNT, which stood for Top Notch Talent, but I'll get to that in a few seconds. Lets look at my WKF carear, Draven. I made my WKF debut against a sevenfoot monster named Renegade, but the thing is Renegade wasnt really a sevenfoot monster. He was more like a sevenfoot bitch. He powerbombed me through the anounce table and left me to get counted out like the little bitch he is because he knew that if he would have put me back in the ring I would have came back and won the match, Draven. I would have tore his fucking soul to pieces. I almost made him tap out with the lock of death, Draven. The next week I was in a fatel four way match. The winner was supposed to move on to be in a match to crown the WKF champion, but the match was won by Chris Kline who wasnt even supposed to be in the match, but Curtis Ange decided to put him in the match, but I have nothing to take away from Chris Kline. He is a great wrestler and that is really all I have to say about him, and the next week I was supposed to be in a tag team match, teaming up with a guy named Cory Allen to take on Syn and some fucking joke named Ryan Welfare, but those TNT bitches decided to hang Cory Allen so I would have to be in a handicap match, and thanks to them. I lost. *twisted chuckle*
The Reaper turns to the bags again and reaches into the bag on the left side and pulls out a hand full of white powder and drops it into the couldron and begines mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to speak.
the Reaper: The week after thar I challenged Syn to a taipei death match. Which he accepted, and Curtis Ange allowed the match to happen. Ange was giving me a chance to get revenge but it turned out he signed Syn's brother Kai and TNT had him cost me the match to screw me over again!. The next week I was in a triple threat match against ''the world heavyweight champion'' Syn, and El Super Beasto, and although I didnt win that match, there was no interfearence but I wasnt the one who got pinned in that match. El Super Beasto was. Curtis Ange came out and anounced that I was going to face Syn in a basement brawl the next week, but it was going to be a none title match, and if I won I was going to get a title shot against Syn. *twisted laugh* I guess Nick Taylor and the rest of TNT decided not to screw me over in the basement brawl, Draven. All I know is I tortured Syn's soul, won the basement brawl, and earned a championship match against him. *twisted laugh*
The Reaper walks over to the fridge and opens it and pulls out a can of mountain dew, shuts the fridge, and walks over to the couldron and opens the can and pours the mountain dew into the couldron and begins mixxing the stuff in the couldron again as he continues to talk.
the Reaper: The next week I was in a match against a guy named Eric Snow, and I guess TNT decided to cost me the match to screw me over again, Draven.
The Reaper walks over to the shelf and grabs a bottle. He then walks back over to the couldron and puts the bottle down in it and pulls it back up and it is full of purple liquid. The Reaper takes a drink of the liquid then continues speaking.
the Reaper: The next week I got my title shot against Syn, but this time I did something I regret. I screwed myself over, Draven. I layed down for Syn and joined his group, which he called the Disciples of Syn. I regret that, Draven, and I might do things that my Witnesses dont like sometimes. I'm going to do things they dont like, but I promise all of my Witnesses that I will never lay down for someone again. I promise all of my Witnesses, that I will always try my best to put on a good match, and that is what I plan on doing with you, Draven. Earlier I was upstairs watching the first blood match I had with you a few weeks ago, Draven, and I must say that match was pretty good. I didnt win but you have to admit I came close, Draven. You're head was almost busted open. I could feal it. If I would have connected with that second reaping death drop your head would have been busted the fuck open, mother fucker. Draven. You might not like me. You might even hate me, but I will earn your respect. The time I'm finished in this buisness I will have the whole fucking rosters respect, but I'm starting with you, Draven. I don't care if I have to torture your fucking soul ten thousend times. I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO CUT YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF!!! HAVE BELLA COOK IT!!! PUT IT ON A FUCKING HOT DOG BUN!!! AND MAKE YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND EAT IT!!! MOTHER FUCKER!!!!.
The Reaper crushes the bottle in his hand and it shatters. He then walks over to the computer desk with his head down and sits at the desk before speaking again.
the Reaper: Just remember this, Draven. Just because seasons don't fear the Reaper. Don't mean you shouldnt. *twisted laugh*
Fades to Black.
