Post by Crimson Blackwell on May 5, 2019 22:32:19 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is sitting on top of a building cross legged, underneath the moonlight. He sports a leather jacket, jagged jeans, and black shoes. Cars buzzing, street lights flickering, and the smell of smoke and oil surrounding him. To everyone else, it’s just a city. To Scott, it’s paradise. This is where Scott Slayer thrives. He doesn’t want to go to the Bahamas and get a tan underneath the Sun. He doesn’t want to go to a spa or get a massage. He wants to go to a bar, get into a fight, and meet some girls along the way. A camera is on the ledge of the building. Scott has a message to deliver.
Scott Slayer: What a debut. Havoc Rumble in a sold out crowd, and I am proud to say that Scott Slayer has arrived to make Action Wrestling, the Slayer Show. Coming here from WCF, it’s a bitter sweet feeling. When I arrived here, I was excited to make my debut. Hearing the crowd, eliminating a monster like Bobby Rage. Then, when I try to introduce myself and make a good impression, everyone wants to ignore me. They want to make me the odd one out. They want me to be named the rookie, just like I was in WCF. But, I’m going to tell you what. There is no way in Hell, that I’m going to be pushed down again. I’m not going to be casted aside, laughed at, and ignored like I was in WCF! For a whole year, I was climbing mountains, then I would be pulled back down. Trying to grab the brass ring, it was taken away from my grasp. Now, I know that you’ve heard this story before. Me being held down by authority. But, the reason that you keep on hearing that same story, that same narrative, that same legend, is because you people don’t understand. You people don’t want to listen. But the funny thing is, is that the people who don’t want to listen to the truth, about me always being underrepresented and barely promoted, are the ones that have been in the corporate offices. I know that this is the same line used everyday by me. You’re probably thinking that I just say that because I can’t win or I can’t stay relevant without making shit up. At least that’s what I’ve been hearing for the past year that I’ve been in professional wrestling. From Kennedy, to Odin, to everyone else. Hell I’ve been a wannabe anarchist. How do you picture me as an anarchist. Do you expect me to blow up cars? To break everything around me? To vandalize everything I see right? Isn’t that what you all want me to do? Being an anarchist isn’t just about causing destruction, it’s about standing up to the man in charge. But even with that being said, people are saying that I didn’t stand up to Corey Black, or the higher ups of WCF. If that’s the case, then how come WCF closes down as soon as I start to lead a group of rebels like me? It’s because they knew about the rude awakening that was going to happen if they hadn’t closed down. But of course, the suits don’t want to admit the truth because it hurts their credibility, respect, and approval of all of you fans. The writers and management team don’t want me to be who the voice of the people who are too scared to speak their minds. I’m sick and tired of people walking into situations like they’re the giants of this world. They think that they’re the titans of this world. Speaking of titans......
Scott Slayer stares deeply into the camera. Silence, is all you can hear. The wind howls with you just watching Scott sit there. It’s like you can hear his heartbeat. You can smell the blood boiling up inside his body. Scott Slayer finally moves, reaches behind him, and holds up a photograph of Titan Jax.
Scott Slayer: This man is a prime example of someone who thinks that he’s a giant among others. Why does he think these things? Is it because he has an asshole of a manger like Ace Johnson who gives him false hope? Or is it his delusional beliefs? Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, Jax doesn’t have the right to think he’s a titan or a giant. Seven feet tall and 320 pounds of pain and destruction right? At least, that’s what your manger said since you can’t speak for yourself. A physical threat right? A man to make a huge impact in Action Wrestling right? How did that work out for you? Cause as as far as I’m concerned, you have competed in 6 matches, but lost 5 of them. Plus, the one match you won, was a tag match with Kennedy, and Kennedy’s the one who got the pin fall. On top of that, Dandy abandoned Sam in the tag match, so you had even more advantages. But before that, you lost a tag match with Nikki and you were the one who got pinned. You lost a TV Title match to Hazel Overton, Baz, and CJ Tyler. You also were eliminated first in the Battlefield 2 Battle Royal. Let’s not forget you lost to Dandy DiVito. On top of that, you lost to Wade Moor. I mean I fucking debuted at Havoc but where were you? Sitting at home on your ass watching everyone else pass you up. Hey how’s being a threat coming along? As your record shows, I guess you’re just a generic, broke, wannabe, colossus who’s trying to sell some shit to make enough money to pay for your gas. Now I used to be a loser in WCF. I was going through a slump. But what did I do? I reinvented myself. I came up with new ideas, new paths, new roads. I was going to become TV champion, but that road closed down. Now I have another path, another road to drive on. My road to becoming the first ever Hardcore Champion of Action Wrestling. But, like all long drives, I have to stop at roadblock, and my first roadblock on my new drive, is you Jax. I have to stop at this roadblock that’s trying to make me turn around. It’s trying to make me change my ways and search for a new road. But hey, I’m a hard headed, stubborn, and hot tempered guy. I never listen to doubts. I never paid attention to the odds. You may be bigger, stronger, more athletic. But, I’m smarter, more clever, and more cunning than you. Brawn isn’t the only game changing factor in this world, and you’re going to learn that when we clash. I may not be the ideal look of a champion. I’m not an angel. I don’t wear a white hat. I don’t promote my company by visiting schools, appearing on Jimmy Fallon, or being in commercials. I’m not interested in being the poster boy for good behavior. I never was, and I never will be. I was never the first guy that a girl had a crush on. I didn’t go to my senior prom. I couldn’t go to college because of my sadistic uncle. Nothing was ever given to me in this world. I worked so hard, never gave up. I was putting 10 times as much work as everyone else. But it still wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t on the posters. I wasn’t on t shirts, or action figures. But, that type of stuff never got in my head. They didn’t get in my head because I’m not an entertainer. I am a professional wrestler. I am The Anarchist Scott Slayer. At Clash, the suits backstage, the boys and girls in the locker rooms, the fans who are pouring their money into this company will know how dangerous and savage, The Anarchist Scott Slayer is.
Scott Slayer stands up and walks toward the ledge of the building. He takes out a match from his pocket, lights it up, and sets the picture of Titan Jax on fire. He throws the burning picture off of the building as he watches he ashes float down to he ground. He turns off the camera as the scene fades to black.
Scott Slayer: What a debut. Havoc Rumble in a sold out crowd, and I am proud to say that Scott Slayer has arrived to make Action Wrestling, the Slayer Show. Coming here from WCF, it’s a bitter sweet feeling. When I arrived here, I was excited to make my debut. Hearing the crowd, eliminating a monster like Bobby Rage. Then, when I try to introduce myself and make a good impression, everyone wants to ignore me. They want to make me the odd one out. They want me to be named the rookie, just like I was in WCF. But, I’m going to tell you what. There is no way in Hell, that I’m going to be pushed down again. I’m not going to be casted aside, laughed at, and ignored like I was in WCF! For a whole year, I was climbing mountains, then I would be pulled back down. Trying to grab the brass ring, it was taken away from my grasp. Now, I know that you’ve heard this story before. Me being held down by authority. But, the reason that you keep on hearing that same story, that same narrative, that same legend, is because you people don’t understand. You people don’t want to listen. But the funny thing is, is that the people who don’t want to listen to the truth, about me always being underrepresented and barely promoted, are the ones that have been in the corporate offices. I know that this is the same line used everyday by me. You’re probably thinking that I just say that because I can’t win or I can’t stay relevant without making shit up. At least that’s what I’ve been hearing for the past year that I’ve been in professional wrestling. From Kennedy, to Odin, to everyone else. Hell I’ve been a wannabe anarchist. How do you picture me as an anarchist. Do you expect me to blow up cars? To break everything around me? To vandalize everything I see right? Isn’t that what you all want me to do? Being an anarchist isn’t just about causing destruction, it’s about standing up to the man in charge. But even with that being said, people are saying that I didn’t stand up to Corey Black, or the higher ups of WCF. If that’s the case, then how come WCF closes down as soon as I start to lead a group of rebels like me? It’s because they knew about the rude awakening that was going to happen if they hadn’t closed down. But of course, the suits don’t want to admit the truth because it hurts their credibility, respect, and approval of all of you fans. The writers and management team don’t want me to be who the voice of the people who are too scared to speak their minds. I’m sick and tired of people walking into situations like they’re the giants of this world. They think that they’re the titans of this world. Speaking of titans......
Scott Slayer stares deeply into the camera. Silence, is all you can hear. The wind howls with you just watching Scott sit there. It’s like you can hear his heartbeat. You can smell the blood boiling up inside his body. Scott Slayer finally moves, reaches behind him, and holds up a photograph of Titan Jax.
Scott Slayer: This man is a prime example of someone who thinks that he’s a giant among others. Why does he think these things? Is it because he has an asshole of a manger like Ace Johnson who gives him false hope? Or is it his delusional beliefs? Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, Jax doesn’t have the right to think he’s a titan or a giant. Seven feet tall and 320 pounds of pain and destruction right? At least, that’s what your manger said since you can’t speak for yourself. A physical threat right? A man to make a huge impact in Action Wrestling right? How did that work out for you? Cause as as far as I’m concerned, you have competed in 6 matches, but lost 5 of them. Plus, the one match you won, was a tag match with Kennedy, and Kennedy’s the one who got the pin fall. On top of that, Dandy abandoned Sam in the tag match, so you had even more advantages. But before that, you lost a tag match with Nikki and you were the one who got pinned. You lost a TV Title match to Hazel Overton, Baz, and CJ Tyler. You also were eliminated first in the Battlefield 2 Battle Royal. Let’s not forget you lost to Dandy DiVito. On top of that, you lost to Wade Moor. I mean I fucking debuted at Havoc but where were you? Sitting at home on your ass watching everyone else pass you up. Hey how’s being a threat coming along? As your record shows, I guess you’re just a generic, broke, wannabe, colossus who’s trying to sell some shit to make enough money to pay for your gas. Now I used to be a loser in WCF. I was going through a slump. But what did I do? I reinvented myself. I came up with new ideas, new paths, new roads. I was going to become TV champion, but that road closed down. Now I have another path, another road to drive on. My road to becoming the first ever Hardcore Champion of Action Wrestling. But, like all long drives, I have to stop at roadblock, and my first roadblock on my new drive, is you Jax. I have to stop at this roadblock that’s trying to make me turn around. It’s trying to make me change my ways and search for a new road. But hey, I’m a hard headed, stubborn, and hot tempered guy. I never listen to doubts. I never paid attention to the odds. You may be bigger, stronger, more athletic. But, I’m smarter, more clever, and more cunning than you. Brawn isn’t the only game changing factor in this world, and you’re going to learn that when we clash. I may not be the ideal look of a champion. I’m not an angel. I don’t wear a white hat. I don’t promote my company by visiting schools, appearing on Jimmy Fallon, or being in commercials. I’m not interested in being the poster boy for good behavior. I never was, and I never will be. I was never the first guy that a girl had a crush on. I didn’t go to my senior prom. I couldn’t go to college because of my sadistic uncle. Nothing was ever given to me in this world. I worked so hard, never gave up. I was putting 10 times as much work as everyone else. But it still wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t on the posters. I wasn’t on t shirts, or action figures. But, that type of stuff never got in my head. They didn’t get in my head because I’m not an entertainer. I am a professional wrestler. I am The Anarchist Scott Slayer. At Clash, the suits backstage, the boys and girls in the locker rooms, the fans who are pouring their money into this company will know how dangerous and savage, The Anarchist Scott Slayer is.
Scott Slayer stands up and walks toward the ledge of the building. He takes out a match from his pocket, lights it up, and sets the picture of Titan Jax on fire. He throws the burning picture off of the building as he watches he ashes float down to he ground. He turns off the camera as the scene fades to black.