Post by DudeBehindAKeyboard on Jul 3, 2013 14:42:21 GMT -5
(Scene one: Weird day dream.)
I am laying in the bed with my wife, Bella Brooks- Robinson in our bed room, in our home, in San Diego, California. The time is two twenty five AM, and Bella is asleep, but not me. I haven't slept in four years. Haven't felt the need to sleep ever since I started developing my supernatural magic powers. The weird thing though. Is despite me not being able to sleep. Which keeps me from dreaming. Something weird happens to me, and it happens quite a lot. Sometimes when nothing is going on around me. I begin thinking about things and I begin what people call "day dreaming" which is normal, but the weird thing about it is I can't control what my day dreams are about. They're kind of like normal dreams. I'm no Doctor or anything like that, but I would venture that there is nothing "normal" about not being able to control your day dreams. Day dreams are supposed to be just like thoughts, but mine turns out to be either like actual dreams or nightmares. Usually the latter.
Some people would probably wonder why I come to bed if I don't even sleep. Well, I like to keep a eye on her when she is sleeping for one. I'm protective over my family. We also sometimes do "fun things" together in bed, but I'm not one to talk about that type of stuff, and yes, I DO enjoy doing it with her, but it's not something I think about very much. I'm currently thinking about what happened at Slamathon IV. Not only did our leader, "The Lethal Latina" Danielle Lopez win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, but I defeated "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews to become the PCW Platinum Champion in what a lot of people are calling one of the best steel cage matches in not only PCW history, but WRESTLING history.
I go into deep thought and I suddenly find myself in the middle of some type of forest. With no memory of how I got here. Either my ability to teleport has gotten out of my control, or I'm having another one of those day dreams. I really hope it's the latter. Because I have to see where I'm going in order to teleport and I have no clue where I am right now. Suddenly. A figure in a long black robe with a hood over his head appears about twenty feet in front of me. The figure looks like a male at about the same height as me, but less muscular. As a child. I was always told not to talk to strange people, but what's this person, or perhaps this "thing" going to do to me? If it even tries doing anything bad to me. I'll just use my powers on it. It will have no clue who it's messing with. I look at it and begin yelling.
Reaper: Hey! Can you help me out!? I'm kind of lost here!
The figure says nothing, but signals for me to follow it. It's probably not the best idea, but I follow it anyways. Again, there's not much it can do to someone like me. Especially when I'm prepared for ANYTHING like I am at the moment. After a few minutes of walking. The trees and stuff disappear and the whole area is filled with fog. I can't see anything, but I continue walking anyways as if I have no choice. Suddenly, I hear two voices having a conversation, but it sounds like they are coming from every direction. One is a male and the other is a female. They both sound VERY familiar.
Male: I'm leaving them because they have betrayed me.
Female: No! They haven't babe! It's just a misunderstanding. You're being paranoid again!
Male: Am I? Or have YOU betrayed me too?
Female: You know I wouldn't do that! I love you!
Male: No. You do not. You never did!
The female begins crying
Female (crying): You know damn well that I love you! We have three kids together!
Male: Enough! I must leave you before you turn on me.
Female (still crying): If I was going to turn on you. I would have done it years ago.
Male: I'm sorry. I wish I could believe you, but I can't.
Female (still crying): Please don't leave me, Reaper.
Male: I love you, Bella. Goodbye.
The voices stop and at this moment. I'm wondering if I have lost my mind. Was what I just heard REALLY a conversation between Bella and myself? I would think that's impossible and I just have one messed up imagination, but I would also think having supernatural magic powers is impossible. Yet I have them. I honestly don't know what to think about what I just experienced. I'm really confused right now, but I'm STILL walking through this fog. After a few more minutes. The fog disappears and I find myself in front of a huge somewhat old house in the middle of nowhere. The figure I was following earlier is standing at the front door. I give it a confused look and attempt to speak to it again.
Reaper: So. Who are you and where am I?
The figure pulls the hood off of it's head and reveals itself to be an old man who looks to be in his early sixties. He slightly smiles at me, and actually speaks.
Old man: Come inside and I shall explain everything.
The old man walks into the house. I follow him inside and the inside of the house actually looks very nice. I can tell he takes good care of his home, and judging by all the wrestling stuff in his living room. I can tell he must be a huge fan. I don't pay much attention to the stuff, but can definitely tell it's there. Very hard to miss. Posters, pictures and everything all over the place. I even notice a poster with me on it. He leads me into the kitchen, walks over to the table and pours himself some tea before looking at me.
Old man: Would you like some tea?
I stop and think about it. It's not very smart to accept food or drinks from strangers, but I can wait until he takes a drink of his tea and if nothing happens to him. Then it's safe. Besides. I am kind of thirsty.
Reaper: Yes please.
The old man pours me some tea and hands me the cup. He then takes a drink out of his tea and nothing happens, so I take a drink out of mine and there is nothing wrong with it at all. It actually tastes a lot like my tea. The exact same way really. Which is kinda odd, but whatever.
Old man: Please. Have a seat.
The old man sets at the table, and I also take a seat.
Old man: You don't know who I am Ryan, but I know who you are.
Reaper: Of course you do. I'm a pro wrestler and I can tell by your living room that you're a big wrestling fan. No doubt.
The old man lets out a slight laugh. Kinda creepy too. Actually sounds like a softer version of my laugh.
Old man: Well, yes Ryan, but I know EVERYTHING about you.
I guess this guy must be a huge fan of mine. He must have done a lot of research about me on the internet if he knows "EVERYTHING" about me.
Reaper: I'm sure you do. You seem like a big fan. I'm sure you have done a lot of research on not only my career, but my personal life too. You probably know my son's name, my mom's name, my younger sister's name. My thirteen year old cousin's name, my mom's boyfriend's name, I was beat by my grandfather as a child, I was bullied in school, I was once friends with Jimmy Gambino, Gambino was my manager at one time, I once dated Alisyn who was formerly known as Allison Cook, I once dated Katie Chason, I'm mostly asexual although I'm married and I love my wife, my accomplishments in CCP, and my accomplishments in WKF.
I smile and the old man laughs at me. I'm kinda confused. I'm not exactly sure what's supposed to be so funny. Maybe this is how some people feel when I laugh sometimes.
Old man: Of course I know all of that! That's the easy stuff! You can find all of that on the internet! When I said I know "EVERYTHING" about you. I meant literally.
I give the man a surprised look. I don't know how he would know anything else about me. You can't find any more information about me other than that on the internet or anywhere. Suddenly. My surprised look turns into a smirk as I think this guy is just saying this. I think it's time for me to ask questions. Lets see if he really knows "EVERYTHING" about The Reaper.
Reaper: So. You know "EVERYTHING" about me, huh?
Old man: That's correct.
Reaper: What's my mom's younger sister's name?
The old man goes silent for a moment, and looks a bit annoyed. He's probably mad because he don't know the answer to my question. Guess he doesn't really know everything about me like he said he did.
Reaper: You don't know her name. Do you?
Old man: Oh. I know her name. Her name is Tonia.
I give the man a slightly impressed look. That was probably just a really lucky guess though.
Reaper: Very good, but I'm still not completely convinced yet. Ready for more questions?
The old man smirks evily at me.
Old man: Bring them all on. As many as you want. Like I said. There's nothing I don't know about you.
Reaper: What's my mom's older sister's name? What's my mom's brother's name? What's my father's brother's name? What's my father's sister's name? What was my grandmother's name on my mom's side? What's my grandfather's name on my mom's side? What's my grandmother's name on my dad's side? What's my grandfather's name on my dad's side? What was the name of my dog that died when I was eighteen?
The old man smirks at me.
Old man: You're mom's older sister's name is Teresa, you're mom's brother's name is Anthony. You're dad's brother's name is Mike. You're dad's sister's name is Mimi, your grandmother's name on your mom's side was Alberta, you're grandfather's name on your mom's side is Phillip, you're grandmother's name on your dad's side is Ireen, and you're grandfather's name on your dad's side is Larry! but I also know the you're the great great great grandson of a thief named Johnny Rango.
I give the old man a very surprised look. I have no clue in hell how he knows all of that stuff.
Reaper: May I ask how you know all of that? Are you psychic are something.
The old man smirks and lets out a twisted laugh.
Old man: No, Ryan. I am not psychic. I am YOU!
I'm extremely confused right now. How is it possible that this guy is me? I can't be having a conversation with myself in the future. This must be my imagination.
Reaper: You can't be me! I'm me! Two people can't be the same person! I'm Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson and you're just some crazy old guy who can read minds, and you think you're me!
The old man smirks.
Old man Reaper: Wow, Ryan. Calling a old man like me crazy and to think everyone is going to be shocked when you turn "heel" at the age of twenty five.
I give the old man a confused look.
Reaper: What year is it?
Old man Reaper: Two thousand and fifty three.
Reaper (shocked and confused): Did I travel through time or something?
The old man laughs.
Old man Reaper: I don't know. I guess you could say that, Ryan.
Reaper: What did you mean, when you said people are going to be shocked when I turn "heel" at the age of twenty five? I will NEVER turn heel. EVERYONE knows that. I'm taking the Danielle Lopez route.
Old man Reaper: You are right now, but one day. You're going to get so paranoid that you feel Team Lethality will betray you and you're going to decide to turn on them.
Is this guy serious? I don't believe a damn thing he's saying. I can feel the anger flowing through me, and Iv actually want to punch the smirk off of this old guys face. Why the hell would I turn on Team Lethality? and why in the HELL would I feel like they are going to betray me? They're my friends. I consider them family.
Reaper: You're lying!
Old man Reaper: Oh really, Ryan? Because I have proof.
Reaper: Show me!
Old man Reaper: With pleasure.
The old man stands up, and leaves the room. I also stand up, and follow him. We come to a set of stairs, and we walk up them. Once we get to the top. We turn left, and come to a room. The old man opens the door, and we walk inside. When we enter the room. It looks as if it's a room he keeps his awards in and stuff. I look around at all the awards I supposedly win in the future. The two thousand and thirteen most improved award, the two thousand and fourteen champion of the year award, the two thousand and fourteen face of the year award, the two thousand and fifteen champion of the year award, the two thousand and fifteen face of the year award, and the rest of them from two thousand and sixteen to two thousand and twenty one all say "heel of the year" on them. I do NOT like that one bit. Turning "heel" is a path I stated I would never take and a path I REFUSE to take. I fall down to my knees and begin sobbing as blood begins leaking from the walls. The old man lets out a sigh and puts his right hand on my right shoulder.
Old man Reaper: Look Ryan. I'm not proud of my "heel turn" in the least. I'm actually very ashamed of it and I wish it never happened.
I wipe the tears out of my eyes.
Reaper: Really?
Old man Reaper: Yes Ryan. I turned on all of my friends and family and I joined Toxic. They helped me become a five time PCW World Heavyweight champion, but they later turned on me and now I'm a lonely old man who has no one. I honestly couldn't care less about my title history or any of these damn accolades. I just miss my real friends and family. I haven't seen my kids in years.
Reaper: I take it I'm going to have three kids, right?
Old man Reaper slightly smiles.
Old man Reaper: I take it you heard the voices in the fog?
Reaper: Yes. What were those voices all about anyways?
Old man Reaper: They are my memories speaking out loud. When I get lonely. I just go outside, and listen to them speak.
Reaper: So. Did they speak the truth? Am I going to have three kids?
Old man Reaper: You are. RJ and the two twins Bella is currently pregnant with.
I give the old man a surprised look. I had no idea we were going to have twins. I was happy when Bella told me she was pregnant, but knowing that we're going to have twins just makes me happier, but then I remember that none of it will matter anymore once I turn "heel" and a frown crosses my face.
Old man Reaper: What's wrong?
Reaper: I don't want to turn heel. That's what's wrong.
The old man smiles.
Old man Reaper: You do not have to Ryan.
I give the old man a confused look. First he was telling me that I'm going to turn heel at the age of twenty five, and now he's telling me that I don't have to turn heel.
Reaper: What do you mean? It's my fate to turn heel one day, right?
The old man chuckles.
Old man Reaper: Of course not. Not at all. Your future and your destiny is up to you. I'm just a alternative version of what COULD happen to you in the future. You get to choose what happens to you in the future. Everyone does really. Our future depends on the decisions we make. I brought you here for a reason Ryan.
Reaper: What would that be?
Old man Reaper: I want you to change my life. You don't want to turn heel and I wish I never did. If you don't want to end up like me. You're going to have to stop being paranoid and you're going to have to stop... NOW! You're currently holding two championships Ryan. The PCW Platinum Championship and the LPW Mexican championship. You're also a former World Heavyweight Champion in the most popular wrestling promotion in Japan, Japan Pro Wrestling. It's time for you to stop being paranoid and become a lot more confident. Also stay on the path that Danielle has put you on. She's really trying her best to help you and the rest of Team Lethality and she's doing a great job. Don't ever question her, or disrespect her.
I smile at the old man. I like the idea that I get to control my own future and destiny and that's exactly what I'll do.
Reaper: I'll do everything you told me to do. I won't let you down. I promise!
The old man smiles.
Old man Reaper: That's good. By the way, Ryan. One more thing.
Reaper: What's that?
Old man Reaper: You're having another one of those weird day dreams. Time to snap out of it and get back to reality. You have training to do, boy!
All of a sudden. I find myself back in our bedroom, laying in our bed. The sun is out now and it is nine o clock in the morning. Bella wakes up and smiles at me. I smile back and give her a passionate kiss.
Reaper: Did you sleep good, babe?
Bella: I did. How was your night?
Reaper: I had one of the weirdest day dreams I think I ever had.
Bella: Oh really? Tell me all about it.
Reaper: I meant myself as a sixty two year old man, and to make a long story short. He told me I should stop being paranoid, and be more confident in myself.
Bella giggles.
Bella: Wow. That's crazy, but I agree with him. You DO need to stop being paranoid, and DEFINITELY be more confident in yourself.
Reaper: I know babe, and it's all going to start right now!
Bella smiles.
Bella: That's good, baby. Anyways. Are you hungry?
Reaper: I kinda am actually.
Bella: I was thinking about making us some bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast for breakfast.
Reaper: Sounds awesome to me.
Bella and I smile at each other, and she gets out of bed, and leaves the room. I also get out of bed, and put some clothes on before leaving the room as the scene fades to black.
(Scene two: Basement promo.)
Here I am inside of the basement in our second home in Winchester, Kentucky, sitting in the floor Indian style, rocking back and forth holding my PCW Platinum Championship close to my chest. To say this is a big deal is an understatement. It's massive and I know that. I look into the camera and begin speaking.
Reaper: At Slamathon. I defeated "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews to win this very title.
I hold up MY PCW Platinum championship, so that the world get get a good look at it, although the camera can hardly pick up anything, due to the whole room being lit up by a weird blue light.
Reaper: The PCW Platinum championship. I did what a lot of people thought I couldn't do. I defeated the "all mighty Evangelist" in a hellacious steel cage match, proving that he can't beat me without help from Deacon Jeremiah. It sure as hell wasn't an easy victory though. I barely had enough left in me to deliver a Super kick to Jay Thunder and walk to the back on my own after the match. For now, I suppose the rivalry between Jerry and I is over, but I am sure we will cross paths with each other again someday.
Moving on to somebody of more importance, my opponent on the upcoming episode of Rapture is none other than the "Australian Psychopath" Curtis Wilkes. Do I like Curtis? Not at all. Do I respect Curtis? Let me answer that question with another question. Do I really have a choice? He is a PCW Hall of Famer, one of five competitors to have held both the PCW World Heavyweight and Platinum Championship's, he is a two time IOA World Heavyweight champion, a former IOA International champion, a former TLC champion, a former CWF World Heavyweight Champion, a two time CWF National Champion, a one time CWF Unified Champion and he was once stable of the year in that company with the reformation of The Horsemen, a group some of the legends in this very company speak negatively about.
A lot of people probably think I should be afraid of you Curtis, but I'm not. Not even close actually. Why am I not afraid? Because I can beat you. You're not even sure who you're getting in the ring with. You seem to think I am a normal psychopath. Let me ask you a few questions, Curtis. Is it "normal" that I can control the weather? Is it "normal" that I have supernatural magic powers? Is it "normal" that I haven't slept in four years? I didn't think so! Oh sure you have faced psychopaths before, but all of them before me are just your typical psychopathic people and that list does include one or two people I respect, but I digress. By the way Curt, you said something about me having a champions hangover. What you conveniently forget is that I am actually straight edge so there is no hangover here. To be quite honest, I'm still hungry to prove myself.
You seem to question why I am called the Reaper, Curtis. I shall explain that to you. There are two kinds of Reapers. There's the Grim Reaper, who is the fictional figure that wears a long black robe with a hood and takes the dead to the afterlife. And then there is me, the figure that simply tortures the souls of those who deserve it. The difference between the two Reapers is I am REAL and when I talk about my super natural magic powers, I'm not just talking about making the lights flicker or something simple like that. I can play mind games with people in ways you didn't even think was possible.
DO you REALLY want to know why they call me the Reaper, Curtis? The real reason they call me the Reaper is because I can be VERY deadly in the ring and you will find that out when you step in the ring with me, on the upcoming episode of Rapture. You may be "Elite" Curtis, but you are NOT better than me. People didn't think I would win the Platinum Championship and people DON'T think I will defeat you, but I DID win the PCW Platinum Championship and I WILL defeat you on Rapture this Saturday night.
Just remember, everyone. Just because seasons don't fear the Reaper! Don't mean you shouldn't! Welcome to the world of Lethality. See you there, Curtis.
I hold up the PCW Platinum championship, and let out a twisted laugh as the scene fades to black.
I am laying in the bed with my wife, Bella Brooks- Robinson in our bed room, in our home, in San Diego, California. The time is two twenty five AM, and Bella is asleep, but not me. I haven't slept in four years. Haven't felt the need to sleep ever since I started developing my supernatural magic powers. The weird thing though. Is despite me not being able to sleep. Which keeps me from dreaming. Something weird happens to me, and it happens quite a lot. Sometimes when nothing is going on around me. I begin thinking about things and I begin what people call "day dreaming" which is normal, but the weird thing about it is I can't control what my day dreams are about. They're kind of like normal dreams. I'm no Doctor or anything like that, but I would venture that there is nothing "normal" about not being able to control your day dreams. Day dreams are supposed to be just like thoughts, but mine turns out to be either like actual dreams or nightmares. Usually the latter.
Some people would probably wonder why I come to bed if I don't even sleep. Well, I like to keep a eye on her when she is sleeping for one. I'm protective over my family. We also sometimes do "fun things" together in bed, but I'm not one to talk about that type of stuff, and yes, I DO enjoy doing it with her, but it's not something I think about very much. I'm currently thinking about what happened at Slamathon IV. Not only did our leader, "The Lethal Latina" Danielle Lopez win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, but I defeated "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews to become the PCW Platinum Champion in what a lot of people are calling one of the best steel cage matches in not only PCW history, but WRESTLING history.
I go into deep thought and I suddenly find myself in the middle of some type of forest. With no memory of how I got here. Either my ability to teleport has gotten out of my control, or I'm having another one of those day dreams. I really hope it's the latter. Because I have to see where I'm going in order to teleport and I have no clue where I am right now. Suddenly. A figure in a long black robe with a hood over his head appears about twenty feet in front of me. The figure looks like a male at about the same height as me, but less muscular. As a child. I was always told not to talk to strange people, but what's this person, or perhaps this "thing" going to do to me? If it even tries doing anything bad to me. I'll just use my powers on it. It will have no clue who it's messing with. I look at it and begin yelling.
Reaper: Hey! Can you help me out!? I'm kind of lost here!
The figure says nothing, but signals for me to follow it. It's probably not the best idea, but I follow it anyways. Again, there's not much it can do to someone like me. Especially when I'm prepared for ANYTHING like I am at the moment. After a few minutes of walking. The trees and stuff disappear and the whole area is filled with fog. I can't see anything, but I continue walking anyways as if I have no choice. Suddenly, I hear two voices having a conversation, but it sounds like they are coming from every direction. One is a male and the other is a female. They both sound VERY familiar.
Male: I'm leaving them because they have betrayed me.
Female: No! They haven't babe! It's just a misunderstanding. You're being paranoid again!
Male: Am I? Or have YOU betrayed me too?
Female: You know I wouldn't do that! I love you!
Male: No. You do not. You never did!
The female begins crying
Female (crying): You know damn well that I love you! We have three kids together!
Male: Enough! I must leave you before you turn on me.
Female (still crying): If I was going to turn on you. I would have done it years ago.
Male: I'm sorry. I wish I could believe you, but I can't.
Female (still crying): Please don't leave me, Reaper.
Male: I love you, Bella. Goodbye.
The voices stop and at this moment. I'm wondering if I have lost my mind. Was what I just heard REALLY a conversation between Bella and myself? I would think that's impossible and I just have one messed up imagination, but I would also think having supernatural magic powers is impossible. Yet I have them. I honestly don't know what to think about what I just experienced. I'm really confused right now, but I'm STILL walking through this fog. After a few more minutes. The fog disappears and I find myself in front of a huge somewhat old house in the middle of nowhere. The figure I was following earlier is standing at the front door. I give it a confused look and attempt to speak to it again.
Reaper: So. Who are you and where am I?
The figure pulls the hood off of it's head and reveals itself to be an old man who looks to be in his early sixties. He slightly smiles at me, and actually speaks.
Old man: Come inside and I shall explain everything.
The old man walks into the house. I follow him inside and the inside of the house actually looks very nice. I can tell he takes good care of his home, and judging by all the wrestling stuff in his living room. I can tell he must be a huge fan. I don't pay much attention to the stuff, but can definitely tell it's there. Very hard to miss. Posters, pictures and everything all over the place. I even notice a poster with me on it. He leads me into the kitchen, walks over to the table and pours himself some tea before looking at me.
Old man: Would you like some tea?
I stop and think about it. It's not very smart to accept food or drinks from strangers, but I can wait until he takes a drink of his tea and if nothing happens to him. Then it's safe. Besides. I am kind of thirsty.
Reaper: Yes please.
The old man pours me some tea and hands me the cup. He then takes a drink out of his tea and nothing happens, so I take a drink out of mine and there is nothing wrong with it at all. It actually tastes a lot like my tea. The exact same way really. Which is kinda odd, but whatever.
Old man: Please. Have a seat.
The old man sets at the table, and I also take a seat.
Old man: You don't know who I am Ryan, but I know who you are.
Reaper: Of course you do. I'm a pro wrestler and I can tell by your living room that you're a big wrestling fan. No doubt.
The old man lets out a slight laugh. Kinda creepy too. Actually sounds like a softer version of my laugh.
Old man: Well, yes Ryan, but I know EVERYTHING about you.
I guess this guy must be a huge fan of mine. He must have done a lot of research about me on the internet if he knows "EVERYTHING" about me.
Reaper: I'm sure you do. You seem like a big fan. I'm sure you have done a lot of research on not only my career, but my personal life too. You probably know my son's name, my mom's name, my younger sister's name. My thirteen year old cousin's name, my mom's boyfriend's name, I was beat by my grandfather as a child, I was bullied in school, I was once friends with Jimmy Gambino, Gambino was my manager at one time, I once dated Alisyn who was formerly known as Allison Cook, I once dated Katie Chason, I'm mostly asexual although I'm married and I love my wife, my accomplishments in CCP, and my accomplishments in WKF.
I smile and the old man laughs at me. I'm kinda confused. I'm not exactly sure what's supposed to be so funny. Maybe this is how some people feel when I laugh sometimes.
Old man: Of course I know all of that! That's the easy stuff! You can find all of that on the internet! When I said I know "EVERYTHING" about you. I meant literally.
I give the man a surprised look. I don't know how he would know anything else about me. You can't find any more information about me other than that on the internet or anywhere. Suddenly. My surprised look turns into a smirk as I think this guy is just saying this. I think it's time for me to ask questions. Lets see if he really knows "EVERYTHING" about The Reaper.
Reaper: So. You know "EVERYTHING" about me, huh?
Old man: That's correct.
Reaper: What's my mom's younger sister's name?
The old man goes silent for a moment, and looks a bit annoyed. He's probably mad because he don't know the answer to my question. Guess he doesn't really know everything about me like he said he did.
Reaper: You don't know her name. Do you?
Old man: Oh. I know her name. Her name is Tonia.
I give the man a slightly impressed look. That was probably just a really lucky guess though.
Reaper: Very good, but I'm still not completely convinced yet. Ready for more questions?
The old man smirks evily at me.
Old man: Bring them all on. As many as you want. Like I said. There's nothing I don't know about you.
Reaper: What's my mom's older sister's name? What's my mom's brother's name? What's my father's brother's name? What's my father's sister's name? What was my grandmother's name on my mom's side? What's my grandfather's name on my mom's side? What's my grandmother's name on my dad's side? What's my grandfather's name on my dad's side? What was the name of my dog that died when I was eighteen?
The old man smirks at me.
Old man: You're mom's older sister's name is Teresa, you're mom's brother's name is Anthony. You're dad's brother's name is Mike. You're dad's sister's name is Mimi, your grandmother's name on your mom's side was Alberta, you're grandfather's name on your mom's side is Phillip, you're grandmother's name on your dad's side is Ireen, and you're grandfather's name on your dad's side is Larry! but I also know the you're the great great great grandson of a thief named Johnny Rango.
I give the old man a very surprised look. I have no clue in hell how he knows all of that stuff.
Reaper: May I ask how you know all of that? Are you psychic are something.
The old man smirks and lets out a twisted laugh.
Old man: No, Ryan. I am not psychic. I am YOU!
I'm extremely confused right now. How is it possible that this guy is me? I can't be having a conversation with myself in the future. This must be my imagination.
Reaper: You can't be me! I'm me! Two people can't be the same person! I'm Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson and you're just some crazy old guy who can read minds, and you think you're me!
The old man smirks.
Old man Reaper: Wow, Ryan. Calling a old man like me crazy and to think everyone is going to be shocked when you turn "heel" at the age of twenty five.
I give the old man a confused look.
Reaper: What year is it?
Old man Reaper: Two thousand and fifty three.
Reaper (shocked and confused): Did I travel through time or something?
The old man laughs.
Old man Reaper: I don't know. I guess you could say that, Ryan.
Reaper: What did you mean, when you said people are going to be shocked when I turn "heel" at the age of twenty five? I will NEVER turn heel. EVERYONE knows that. I'm taking the Danielle Lopez route.
Old man Reaper: You are right now, but one day. You're going to get so paranoid that you feel Team Lethality will betray you and you're going to decide to turn on them.
Is this guy serious? I don't believe a damn thing he's saying. I can feel the anger flowing through me, and Iv actually want to punch the smirk off of this old guys face. Why the hell would I turn on Team Lethality? and why in the HELL would I feel like they are going to betray me? They're my friends. I consider them family.
Reaper: You're lying!
Old man Reaper: Oh really, Ryan? Because I have proof.
Reaper: Show me!
Old man Reaper: With pleasure.
The old man stands up, and leaves the room. I also stand up, and follow him. We come to a set of stairs, and we walk up them. Once we get to the top. We turn left, and come to a room. The old man opens the door, and we walk inside. When we enter the room. It looks as if it's a room he keeps his awards in and stuff. I look around at all the awards I supposedly win in the future. The two thousand and thirteen most improved award, the two thousand and fourteen champion of the year award, the two thousand and fourteen face of the year award, the two thousand and fifteen champion of the year award, the two thousand and fifteen face of the year award, and the rest of them from two thousand and sixteen to two thousand and twenty one all say "heel of the year" on them. I do NOT like that one bit. Turning "heel" is a path I stated I would never take and a path I REFUSE to take. I fall down to my knees and begin sobbing as blood begins leaking from the walls. The old man lets out a sigh and puts his right hand on my right shoulder.
Old man Reaper: Look Ryan. I'm not proud of my "heel turn" in the least. I'm actually very ashamed of it and I wish it never happened.
I wipe the tears out of my eyes.
Reaper: Really?
Old man Reaper: Yes Ryan. I turned on all of my friends and family and I joined Toxic. They helped me become a five time PCW World Heavyweight champion, but they later turned on me and now I'm a lonely old man who has no one. I honestly couldn't care less about my title history or any of these damn accolades. I just miss my real friends and family. I haven't seen my kids in years.
Reaper: I take it I'm going to have three kids, right?
Old man Reaper slightly smiles.
Old man Reaper: I take it you heard the voices in the fog?
Reaper: Yes. What were those voices all about anyways?
Old man Reaper: They are my memories speaking out loud. When I get lonely. I just go outside, and listen to them speak.
Reaper: So. Did they speak the truth? Am I going to have three kids?
Old man Reaper: You are. RJ and the two twins Bella is currently pregnant with.
I give the old man a surprised look. I had no idea we were going to have twins. I was happy when Bella told me she was pregnant, but knowing that we're going to have twins just makes me happier, but then I remember that none of it will matter anymore once I turn "heel" and a frown crosses my face.
Old man Reaper: What's wrong?
Reaper: I don't want to turn heel. That's what's wrong.
The old man smiles.
Old man Reaper: You do not have to Ryan.
I give the old man a confused look. First he was telling me that I'm going to turn heel at the age of twenty five, and now he's telling me that I don't have to turn heel.
Reaper: What do you mean? It's my fate to turn heel one day, right?
The old man chuckles.
Old man Reaper: Of course not. Not at all. Your future and your destiny is up to you. I'm just a alternative version of what COULD happen to you in the future. You get to choose what happens to you in the future. Everyone does really. Our future depends on the decisions we make. I brought you here for a reason Ryan.
Reaper: What would that be?
Old man Reaper: I want you to change my life. You don't want to turn heel and I wish I never did. If you don't want to end up like me. You're going to have to stop being paranoid and you're going to have to stop... NOW! You're currently holding two championships Ryan. The PCW Platinum Championship and the LPW Mexican championship. You're also a former World Heavyweight Champion in the most popular wrestling promotion in Japan, Japan Pro Wrestling. It's time for you to stop being paranoid and become a lot more confident. Also stay on the path that Danielle has put you on. She's really trying her best to help you and the rest of Team Lethality and she's doing a great job. Don't ever question her, or disrespect her.
I smile at the old man. I like the idea that I get to control my own future and destiny and that's exactly what I'll do.
Reaper: I'll do everything you told me to do. I won't let you down. I promise!
The old man smiles.
Old man Reaper: That's good. By the way, Ryan. One more thing.
Reaper: What's that?
Old man Reaper: You're having another one of those weird day dreams. Time to snap out of it and get back to reality. You have training to do, boy!
All of a sudden. I find myself back in our bedroom, laying in our bed. The sun is out now and it is nine o clock in the morning. Bella wakes up and smiles at me. I smile back and give her a passionate kiss.
Reaper: Did you sleep good, babe?
Bella: I did. How was your night?
Reaper: I had one of the weirdest day dreams I think I ever had.
Bella: Oh really? Tell me all about it.
Reaper: I meant myself as a sixty two year old man, and to make a long story short. He told me I should stop being paranoid, and be more confident in myself.
Bella giggles.
Bella: Wow. That's crazy, but I agree with him. You DO need to stop being paranoid, and DEFINITELY be more confident in yourself.
Reaper: I know babe, and it's all going to start right now!
Bella smiles.
Bella: That's good, baby. Anyways. Are you hungry?
Reaper: I kinda am actually.
Bella: I was thinking about making us some bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast for breakfast.
Reaper: Sounds awesome to me.
Bella and I smile at each other, and she gets out of bed, and leaves the room. I also get out of bed, and put some clothes on before leaving the room as the scene fades to black.
(Scene two: Basement promo.)
Here I am inside of the basement in our second home in Winchester, Kentucky, sitting in the floor Indian style, rocking back and forth holding my PCW Platinum Championship close to my chest. To say this is a big deal is an understatement. It's massive and I know that. I look into the camera and begin speaking.
Reaper: At Slamathon. I defeated "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews to win this very title.
I hold up MY PCW Platinum championship, so that the world get get a good look at it, although the camera can hardly pick up anything, due to the whole room being lit up by a weird blue light.
Reaper: The PCW Platinum championship. I did what a lot of people thought I couldn't do. I defeated the "all mighty Evangelist" in a hellacious steel cage match, proving that he can't beat me without help from Deacon Jeremiah. It sure as hell wasn't an easy victory though. I barely had enough left in me to deliver a Super kick to Jay Thunder and walk to the back on my own after the match. For now, I suppose the rivalry between Jerry and I is over, but I am sure we will cross paths with each other again someday.
Moving on to somebody of more importance, my opponent on the upcoming episode of Rapture is none other than the "Australian Psychopath" Curtis Wilkes. Do I like Curtis? Not at all. Do I respect Curtis? Let me answer that question with another question. Do I really have a choice? He is a PCW Hall of Famer, one of five competitors to have held both the PCW World Heavyweight and Platinum Championship's, he is a two time IOA World Heavyweight champion, a former IOA International champion, a former TLC champion, a former CWF World Heavyweight Champion, a two time CWF National Champion, a one time CWF Unified Champion and he was once stable of the year in that company with the reformation of The Horsemen, a group some of the legends in this very company speak negatively about.
A lot of people probably think I should be afraid of you Curtis, but I'm not. Not even close actually. Why am I not afraid? Because I can beat you. You're not even sure who you're getting in the ring with. You seem to think I am a normal psychopath. Let me ask you a few questions, Curtis. Is it "normal" that I can control the weather? Is it "normal" that I have supernatural magic powers? Is it "normal" that I haven't slept in four years? I didn't think so! Oh sure you have faced psychopaths before, but all of them before me are just your typical psychopathic people and that list does include one or two people I respect, but I digress. By the way Curt, you said something about me having a champions hangover. What you conveniently forget is that I am actually straight edge so there is no hangover here. To be quite honest, I'm still hungry to prove myself.
You seem to question why I am called the Reaper, Curtis. I shall explain that to you. There are two kinds of Reapers. There's the Grim Reaper, who is the fictional figure that wears a long black robe with a hood and takes the dead to the afterlife. And then there is me, the figure that simply tortures the souls of those who deserve it. The difference between the two Reapers is I am REAL and when I talk about my super natural magic powers, I'm not just talking about making the lights flicker or something simple like that. I can play mind games with people in ways you didn't even think was possible.
DO you REALLY want to know why they call me the Reaper, Curtis? The real reason they call me the Reaper is because I can be VERY deadly in the ring and you will find that out when you step in the ring with me, on the upcoming episode of Rapture. You may be "Elite" Curtis, but you are NOT better than me. People didn't think I would win the Platinum Championship and people DON'T think I will defeat you, but I DID win the PCW Platinum Championship and I WILL defeat you on Rapture this Saturday night.
Just remember, everyone. Just because seasons don't fear the Reaper! Don't mean you shouldn't! Welcome to the world of Lethality. See you there, Curtis.
I hold up the PCW Platinum championship, and let out a twisted laugh as the scene fades to black.