Welcome to Hell.. Energizer Bunny
Aug 27, 2016 17:24:54 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:24:54 GMT
The scenes open up in Reading, California. As the scenes become more focus and clear. You can hear in the background some yelling and screaming. Unsure from where and from who.. the camera tries panning around before Genocide appears. He grabs the camera and runs down a dark ally. A voice.. "Stop.. right.. there.." is repeatedly said over and over then Genocide dodges behind some cars and lays flat on the ground.
(Breathing Heavy...) This is my average day. This is Genocide reporting straight from the cuff. A few minutes ago, a few men tried stealing my tent and cardboard box. That is my home. MY FUCKING HOME. Those lil shitbags. But listen. my time is short and I can record this before I am either caught or dead somewhere.
Last week, things didn't go as planned. I didn't capture the first ever Absolute Championship. But I get to rebound quickly against this happy go-getter. Sammi Myers, this isn't a good debut match for you. This isn't something your Gram would wish on you. I have nothing to lose and so much to gain. I don't care about your chipper ass, I will smash and wreck you inside that ring.
We come from two different worlds. I would probably hang myself living in your world and you would become some girl who gets "It" on a daily basis. You're pretty in many ways and i hate that. If I make it to Vendetta this week and you have the girl balls it takes to face me. I will pretty much prove how dumb you truly are.
You see, Sammi. I don't have the smart words or the catchy promos. I do my work inside the ring and let the talking to the wannabe men and woman who want to impress the fans.
You talk about what happens when you make mistakes. What it can lead too. Well, Sammi.. you're first mistake. Accepting this match.. next mistake, thinking I care about being beat in-side the ring. All I care about is inflicting pain and unleash the hell I feel on the next person placed against me.
I love my life.. I loath being you. Speaking of.. Your Gram should tell you.. to be reluctant to come to RSW. There is some bad motherfuckers running around here and it takes a lot to survive in this kingdom.
You see, I don't care about that. I don't care about getting hurt. In-fact. I love getting hurt. It proves that nothing changes. I've been hurt in many ways. I have been beaten, I have been left in the cold by my family. I have been stabbed and even arrested. Pain from a few kicks and smacks by some stuck up bitch.. it's a cake-walk. You do understand, you're type of pain means and will always mean nothing.
But can you handle it? Can you handle me smashing your nose or breaking your eye socket? Can you handle the sounds of bone breaking, Sammi?
You have no idea what cruel is, Sammi. But this week.. you're going to find out first hand as I will deliver the first and final blow to your RSW career.
When you signed your RSW contract. I bet you was happy as a cute bunny. I bet you celebrated with some girly drink. I bet.. you probably bought yourself a match-set of clothing. You know what I did? I bought a tent. I bought a sleeping bag. I bought some food because I haven't eaten in days. You see, you think you know what cruel is... but you haven't a clue.
You're eager to feel the way you do about me but I am eager to destroy you. This isn't a weekend at Bernie's Ms. Hyper-Ass. This is war.. this is life. This is the way it goes.
Do me a favor.. Before Thursday, September 8th, 2016 - Before I end your career.. Kiss your gram goodbye, go to the club and party.. Hell, get laid for all that I care.. Do whatever things you normally don't do on a average day. Because.. When you come face to face with the Death Dealer.. You're life will never be the same. You're entering the warzone I thrive in. Win or lose, I will break you down and spit you out.
After September 8th, 2016.. your life will never be the same.. It's time for me to go. I have cops to hide from. Remember.. You asked for this.
fade.. to black.
(Breathing Heavy...) This is my average day. This is Genocide reporting straight from the cuff. A few minutes ago, a few men tried stealing my tent and cardboard box. That is my home. MY FUCKING HOME. Those lil shitbags. But listen. my time is short and I can record this before I am either caught or dead somewhere.
Last week, things didn't go as planned. I didn't capture the first ever Absolute Championship. But I get to rebound quickly against this happy go-getter. Sammi Myers, this isn't a good debut match for you. This isn't something your Gram would wish on you. I have nothing to lose and so much to gain. I don't care about your chipper ass, I will smash and wreck you inside that ring.
We come from two different worlds. I would probably hang myself living in your world and you would become some girl who gets "It" on a daily basis. You're pretty in many ways and i hate that. If I make it to Vendetta this week and you have the girl balls it takes to face me. I will pretty much prove how dumb you truly are.
You see, Sammi. I don't have the smart words or the catchy promos. I do my work inside the ring and let the talking to the wannabe men and woman who want to impress the fans.
You talk about what happens when you make mistakes. What it can lead too. Well, Sammi.. you're first mistake. Accepting this match.. next mistake, thinking I care about being beat in-side the ring. All I care about is inflicting pain and unleash the hell I feel on the next person placed against me.
I love my life.. I loath being you. Speaking of.. Your Gram should tell you.. to be reluctant to come to RSW. There is some bad motherfuckers running around here and it takes a lot to survive in this kingdom.
You see, I don't care about that. I don't care about getting hurt. In-fact. I love getting hurt. It proves that nothing changes. I've been hurt in many ways. I have been beaten, I have been left in the cold by my family. I have been stabbed and even arrested. Pain from a few kicks and smacks by some stuck up bitch.. it's a cake-walk. You do understand, you're type of pain means and will always mean nothing.
But can you handle it? Can you handle me smashing your nose or breaking your eye socket? Can you handle the sounds of bone breaking, Sammi?
You have no idea what cruel is, Sammi. But this week.. you're going to find out first hand as I will deliver the first and final blow to your RSW career.
When you signed your RSW contract. I bet you was happy as a cute bunny. I bet you celebrated with some girly drink. I bet.. you probably bought yourself a match-set of clothing. You know what I did? I bought a tent. I bought a sleeping bag. I bought some food because I haven't eaten in days. You see, you think you know what cruel is... but you haven't a clue.
You're eager to feel the way you do about me but I am eager to destroy you. This isn't a weekend at Bernie's Ms. Hyper-Ass. This is war.. this is life. This is the way it goes.
Do me a favor.. Before Thursday, September 8th, 2016 - Before I end your career.. Kiss your gram goodbye, go to the club and party.. Hell, get laid for all that I care.. Do whatever things you normally don't do on a average day. Because.. When you come face to face with the Death Dealer.. You're life will never be the same. You're entering the warzone I thrive in. Win or lose, I will break you down and spit you out.
After September 8th, 2016.. your life will never be the same.. It's time for me to go. I have cops to hide from. Remember.. You asked for this.
fade.. to black.