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| Aaron D’Aubergine vs. A$AP Scrappy; April 2/14 | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 24 2014, 09:45 PM (72 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Mar 24 2014, 09:45 PM Post #1 |
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Aaron D’Aubergine vs. A$AP Scrappy 3 RP Limit; 4 RP limit for tag matches Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 1, 2014 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| A$AP Scrappy | Apr 1 2014, 10:23 AM Post #2 |
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OCC: Crazy this is the first one on one match we had in the year I’ve been here Thirteen! Should be fun, good luck man! I’m trying this new direction and still trying to work out the kinks so bear with me! It will all come together as I rp more and more with Scrappy! BUT WH-WH-WAIT IT GETS WORSE!!! SCW’s End Of The Year Special: December 31st, 2013… Scrappy hop’s on the second Turnbuckle and goes to superplex Mary on the table, he tries to lift her but she hangs on, both bloody wrestlers are at a standstill for a moment when Scrappy tries punch her with his barbwire fist that continues to bleed but she blocks him and bites him on the nose. Mary then clamps in the claw with her heavily taped and that she calls The Stir of Echoes…. Sharper: the dreaded Stir of Echoes! We have heard of this move and Mary has it clinched in, Scrappy is in a lot of trouble! Knots: She is digging her nails into his flesh! She’s single right? Sharper: You’re sick Jon! Knots: No, I’m trying to make plans for New Years! Mary digs her long nails into his forehead as Scrappy screams, Mary then drives Scrappy with the STO portion of the Stir of Echoes with the Claw clamped on right on the fiery tables crashing it into pieces. The crowd roars while Mary doesn’t let go of the claw as Scrappy starts to shake in the fiery mess…. Sharper: OH MY GOD! Scrappy has been broken in half damn it! Scrappy might be dead! Knots: Extra Crispy Scrappy and Mary hasn’t let go of that claw!.... (Like a head that has been lifted out of water after being held down under for quite some time a huge deep breathe is heard as the scene begins in a hospital room. The huge deep breathe comes from the man that just exploded up from lying down in the hospital bed. The man’s head is bandaged completely around the top of his dome and around his right eye before curving above his left eye which is his only means of vision. The man continues to breathe heavily as he feels the top of his head to feel the bandages and again face the harsh reality.) “You ok fella’?” (The man on the bed looks to his right and sees a hospital staff member standing at the doorway dressed in all blue. He’s a younger looking white guy who looked like he just came fresh out of med school. The man in the bed looks at him and nods his head.) ![]() “You sure? I can get your doctor she’s right down the hall…” “NO….” (The staff member smirks at the quick hostile response.) “Don’t you dare send that woman in here or I’ll kill my damn self…” (The staff member chuckles as he walks further into the room.) “I know she’s a weirdo but listen, if you need anything just let me know, the names Dale.” “Fire.” (The staff member “Dale” looks confused at the odd request.) “I’m not sure if I know what you mean…” “Fire.” (Dale continues to stare oddly at the man still not sure what he means.) “Fire. You know a lighter, matches, torch, flames, candle…” (Dale pauses for a second before reaching into his pocket.) “You know I do actually have some matches but what for? I could get fired for this since most hospitals refuse to employ smokers these days.” “I don’t snitch. I’m not suicidal. Just give me the damn matches’ man…” (Dale tosses them onto the man’s lap on the hospital bed.) “Just remember you didn’t get em’ from me…” “Yeah I heard you mothafucker…” (The staff member Dale continues to look at the man oddly before shaking his head and walking out of the room. The man opens the match box and pulls one out before slashing the point against the side of the box which lights the fire on the match. The man holds it in front of his face just staring at it as the match continues to burn further and further down the stick.) “HOLY GUMDROPS OF SATAN!” (Suddenly a red haired woman wearing a white doctor’s coat comes running into the room but the man doesn’t pay her any mine. She runs to grab the matches out of his hand but as soon as she gets close the man grabs her by the arm.) “Don’t do that…” (The pale faced red headed woman looks at him in shock but only for a brief moment as she uses her free hand to place it on his head and push her thumb into his bandaged left eye! The man immediately shouts as he lets go of her hand to grab his eye while she swats the burning match out of his hand before grabbing the rest of them.) ![]() “AHHHHHHHHHH! BITCH!” “Well somebody woke up with a case of the grumpy’s!” (She smiles as the man continues to hold his eye almost convulsing while still cursing her out.) “How did you even get these Mr. Scrappy? You know how irresponsible this is? You know how many sick and dying patients we have in this hospital yet you want to harm them even further with smoke?” “Suck my dick…” (She shrugs her shoulders.) “Well Mr. Grumpy Pants we will find that out later. For now you should continue to get some rest and keep letting that eye get better. Until then I’m going to keep somebody on watch over you since you don’t like to play by the rules.” (She gets up and starts to walk towards the door until a man dressed in a black suit and pants with a violet undershirt meets her there. He’s an older Latino gentleman with glasses and dark skin. She smiles before greeting him.) ![]() “Ms. Williams, how is our patient making out today?” (Her smile quickly fades away as she responds.) “Still uncooperative, hostile, and it seems to be getting worst. You know I caught him lighting matches in here? Then he put his hands on me when I tried to stop him. He’s just….plain evil. He still makes frequent remarks for me to put my mouth on his genitalia. Yet I still pray for him every day at my church.” (The doctor doesn’t look to happy about the feedback as he leans towards his right to look at the man now revealed as “Scrappy” laying on his bed. Scrappy looks at him in complete shock.) “This bitch just tried to gauge my god damn eye out Doc! She’s fucking crazy!” (He looks back at the doctor now known as “Ms. Williams” and shakes his head. Ms. Williams starts to look angry at the doctor before trying to tell her side of the story.) “He’s completely lost it doctor. I was trying to wrap him with new bandages and you know he actually tried to grab my breast!” “WHAT!?! To hell with this bullshit I’m out of here…” (Patient Scrappy tries to get up out of bed as the Doctor walks into the room to stop him.) “I’m afraid you can’t go anywhere Mr. Johnson. Not until we release you when we see fit but seeing as how you’ve been extremely inappropriate towards our other doctor’s I have no choice but to recommend you for psychiatric care.” (Patient Scrappy steps up off the bed even quicker now that he heard that.) “The nut house doc? To hell with that shit, I’m out of here. To hell with what you got to say.” “Ms. Williams please get security and some other doctor’s in here for a restraint.” (Patient Scrappy laughs as Ms. Williams walks out into the hall and shouts “Code White”. Scrappys tries to walk towards the door but the Doctor stands in his way.) “Please get the hell out my way before I have to hurt you doc. We don’t need you having identical scars.” “I’m afraid I can’t let you Mr. Johnson.” (Scrappy shoves the doctor back which sends him bouncing off the glass window next to the door but out of that same glass window, a few large hospital workers are running through the halls to the door before rushing in. Scrappy puts his fist up likes he’s prepared to fight but as two turns to five the numbers are just too great as Scrappy can’t even throw a punch before they swarm on him and take him to the ground. Scrappy struggles but to no avail as the scene fades to black.) They thought I was gone, they thought I was done, they thought I was finished! They thought they would never see A$AP Scrappy in the ring again! You know the House Of Mary was celebrating like they got me like they just killed Scrappy. For weeks after that hellacious match there was several SCW wrestler’s celebrating themselves. Thomas Watson, Regan Street, Dawn Lohan, Rachael Foxx, and even Timothy Myers and William Mason tried to pretend like they had anything to do with it. Like they weren’t just here little bitch boys. All of them mocked me as I was on my road to recovery. They had some weak ass jokes about shitting out tapioca pudding and losing my eye. Rachael Foxx screamed “Die Scrappy Die” but yet here I stand to fight another day. Vengeance is coming. An example is about to be made out of the Liberation. I went to hell and back with one of the most brutal individuals to ever step into that ring. She almost took my damn life but that was the biggest fucking mistake she ever made in her whole miserable life. She didn’t finish me and now she created a monster. No longer will I be the soldier that always stepped up to the plate as the underdog and always put up a good scrap. THIS IS VIOLENCE! They tried to put me down like a damn dog but they couldn’t kill me. Now what the hell are they gonna’ do WHEN THE DOG BITES BACK! *Click* (The clicks comes from a lighter as smoke begins to fill the room. A$AP Scrappy sits on the side of a bed wearing an eye patch over his eye and only a black wife beater and black boxer’s as he takes a hit out of the PUNCH Cigar in his mouth and continues to stare at his lighter as he hasn’t flipped the top on it yet to put it out. A$AP Exotic’s head appears out of the bed sheets as she moans in pain.) “I don’t know why the hell you have to be so bloody rough. You use to be so gentle and passionate. Now my vagina hurts…and you can’t even kiss me!” (Scrappy continues to stare at the lighter completely ignoring her.) “Um HELLO? I’m talking to you…” (Scrappy still doesn’t move an inch which causes Exotic to crawl over to him on the bed before jumping on his back which covers her bare naked body before swinging her arm around his chest to close the lighter while trying to kiss him on the cheek.) “Earth to Scrappy? Are you in there?” (Scrappy growls and looks disturbed as he takes another hit out of his cigar before exhaling.) “I have another lead…Celeste Archer….” “Is that who taught you to be so damn rough in bed?” (Scrappy turns his head to her before glaring.) “It’s apparently Typhoid Mary’s protégé...she tried to punk me on twitter last night.” (Exotic sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes as she falls back onto the bed. She puts the covers back over her but not before you could see her bare light brown booty. She faces the other way away from Scrappy as she doesn’t seem to be too thrilled.) “You’re never going to get over that will you? You have another match to worry about this week. It’s bad enough I already almost lost you once…” “It’s never going to be the same until I take Typhoid Mary out. They can throw the Liberation, The Entourage, Requiem, or the Watson’s at me all they want but it will never stop until she suffers the same pain she put me through. And if I have to take out William Mason and this dumbass hoe to get to her then so be it. If she won’t come out and face me like a real woman then I’ll flush her out myself….” (He re ignites the lighter as he takes another hit out of his cigar while Exotic just lays there in complete silence out of frustration as the scene fades to black…) O Yeah It Ain’t Over Mothafuckers…. “Don’t act like you just seen a ghost. As long as there is one last breath in me I will keep fighting and keep scrapping. They might have took me out when I lost the battle but the war is far from over. Typhoid Mary can hide all she wants. I WILL FIND HER. I don’t care if I have to search every single inch of this damn planet. I’ll go from the freezing Artic to the jungles of the Amazon to the Deserts of Africa. Hell I’ll go to Great Wall of China and look if I have too. This isn’t over by a long shot. They thought they could finish me, they thought they could kill me but obviously they did a pretty damn shitty job. Maybe we should leave it to the Rachael’s of the world because obviously Mary isn’t cutting it. So what’s it gonna’ be Mary? Are you going to finish where you left off? Do you have the ovaries to get back into the ring even though know you barely made it out alive yourself? I’m not going to stop until you come out. I know William Mason likes to play dumb but he ain’t foolin’ nobody. If he doesn’t speak up then I’ll have to beat it out of him. I’ll have to beat him so bad not any amount of money in the world could fix him. Yet rumors are you two don’t care about each other any more so if that doesn’t work and that does end up being true then I can always go protégé’ hunting since she seems to have one hell of a mouth on her. This chick came out of nowhere and I can quickly send her back. If I have to rip through her I will. This won’t end Mary until you meet me face to face in that ring. I want Bloody Mary one more time. It’s not going to stop until you kill me. If you’re so damn confident then I don’t see why you’re hiding. I got a match this week so if you’re smart you’ll be there but the longer I have to keep waiting the more and more you will just continue to piss me off. The more I get pissed off the more violent I get. I’m not here for the champion’s or all that bullshit. I can play your games Mary. My whole life changed the day I got into the ring with you. You will see what I’m talking about when I get into that ring with Ruppy. He might of changed his name but that’s the last of my worries. The Liberation may have come out on top at Retribution but you guys didn’t beat us. You didn’t beat A$AP Scrappy or The Soopaman Luva. That was the real fight worth seeing but they had to send four other idiot’s into that ring that couldn’t fight to save their lives. I know the Soopaman Luva has been vocal about being glad that at least it was you guys that won it if it wasn’t going to be us but that’s just not acceptable. He’s got a heart but I don’t. Mine died in that ring on December 31st of last year. I have no compassion. You can battle it out with those blonde bimbo’s all you want and even win the gold. What fucking difference does that make to me? Those titles aren’t going to get me Typhoid Mary. Stomping you out in that ring will get me closer. If I make an example out of you then all these people will know how dead ass serious I am. That I’m not messin’ around and if they know where she is they better damn well speak up or they will face the same fate. Aaron I know you’ve won a couple championships in this company, good for you. I hope you’ve accomplished all that you’ve wanted throughout your career because it damn well could come crashing to an end on Breakdown. I know you won’t go down without a fight so make my day! Please make my day! It’s been too damn long out of that ring. I been hungry for blood since the first day I was stuck in a hospital bed. That was straight up torture so now I’m starving. You don’t know the hell I was put through since then. You don’t know the hell that’s about to be rained down on you. I know you love to compete but what the hell are you gonna’ do when this shit turns VIOLENT?..... |
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| Ruppy | Apr 1 2014, 10:37 AM Post #3 |
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OOC: As usual, the first half is off-camera and the second half is on-camera. I struggled initially to come up with a CD idea for this thing, and it just finally hit me this morning and I'm glad I was able to get it done with plenty of time to spare. Also, anything in Aaron's promo that references anything said in Scrappy's promo is purely coincidental, as I have not read Scrappy's piece yet. Best of luck to you too man! ------------------------------------------------ [align=center]D’Aubergine tries to get up and Kennedy runs against the ropes, jumps up in the air and with her right leg drives her foot in the back of D’Aubergine’s head and drills him face first into the mat with the foot stomp she calls Pedicure! Sharper: What a move! D’Aubergine was driven into the mat and he’s not moving! BBU’s distraction was enough! Winters: I told you she would make him pay and BBU was just concerned for Keenie like we all were! If she covers him this is academic! Kennedy rolls over D’Aubergine and hooks the right leg as the referee drops down for the count…. 1! 2! 3! DING! DING! DING! “Criticize” plays throughout the arena as Kennedy rolls off D’Aubergine. She smirks and is helped by the referee as she kisses him on the cheek and points at her wrist for him to lift it in victory…[/align] Aaron let out a frustrated sigh as he hit the rewind button and let the match go back to the opening bell. He’d been sitting on the couch for the better part of the past few days just watching this match over and over again, and as much as Kennedy would probably proclaim it’s because of her looks if she knew about this he’d actually been studying this match more intently than most of the other matches throughout his career. He had poured his heart and soul into trying to knock her down a few pegs and the fact that he didn’t get the job done despite an amazing performance bothered the hell out of him. It didn’t help when he thought about the tactics she’d used throughout the match, and part of him was surprised he didn’t just lose it and take a shot at Winters despite him being retired or try to kick her bodyguard’s teeth down his throat the first chance he got. If only Kennedy had to go against THAT Aaron… He shook the thought out of his mind, not wanting to entertain the idea any further. He had gotten past his anger issues and the darker, more heartless side of himself had been kicked to the curb a long time ago and would hopefully never return. As much as the loss to Kennedy bothered him, he couldn’t let it start clouding his judgment and find himself on a violent warpath. Walking the same destructive path that half of SCW seemed to be taking these days would not benefit him in any way, as it would be nothing but mindless chaos with no true purpose to direct it towards. There were times he was able to have some control over that side of himself, namely his run as The Blackheart back in VWA, but that was mostly due to following the guidance of someone else to help him stay on what was considered the “right path” for him at the time, even if he looked back on it to this day and would fully admit he pretty much made a wrong turn with his career. “Why do so many people think that ego and chaos are what is needed to get anywhere in this business today?” It was a valid question as far as he was concerned as he restarted the match for what was at least the tenth time that day. If one looked solely at the SCW roster, it would appear as though half of it was comprised of people like Kennedy Street who were self-centered and cared only for themselves and anything that would benefit them without wasting too much effort, because as long as you held a title that was all that mattered and you could parade around disgracing what it means to call yourself a champion. The other half would appear to be comprised of violent individuals who cared only for committing disturbing acts of chaos just to satisfy a bloodlust and try to destroy the company must faster than the cancer that was egotism ever could. Names like Matt Auclair and The Coalition easily came to mind. And then, somewhere in the middle of it all were people like Liberation: men and women who actually cared about this business trying to fight to earn their place and do everything the right way because they actually cared about wrestling and the vast amount of respect that the sport deserved. Those kind of competitors seemed to be a dying breed, unfortunately, and it bothered Aaron on so many levels that the easy way out seemed too appealing to more and more people these days, and not just inside the ring. Every day you could read news stories about crime or deceit on a corporate level and couldn’t keep from speculating on why the world as a whole just seemed to be falling apart. One prime example was Aaron’s Aspergers, because it was one thing for opponents to try and use it just because they felt it was a necessary target to try and get under his skin, which wasn’t as effective these days due to how overplayed the tactic was, but it was another to just have some random person on the street insult him over it just because he felt like he could. Seeing the end to his match with Kennedy one more time, Aaron considered rewinding it again but ultimately just tossed the remote to the other side of the couch and threw himself back against the cushions with another sigh, allowing the Breakdown replay to continue on unimpeded but without any attention being paid to it. “Why does it always seem like the harder we fight, the more difficult it becomes to make any progress?” Aaron thought back on how Liberation had won the right to become number one contenders to the Tag Titles at Retribution, even if the final teams weren’t exactly what they had in mind when they envisioned that match. He thought about Brayden’s victory over Ben McCaron one-on-one that would hopefully shut him up for a while. But his mind moved on to how Entourage would likely not stay silent and try to get involved in Liberation’s business again seeking what was “rightfully theirs” without any honest claim to the title shot. It then trailed off into how the Tag Title picture in everyone’s minds was still all about Dawn and Kennedy feuding with one another with no attention being paid to the team that earned their shot or the potential match that would reignite the fire of the tag team division when Liberation did challenge Dawn and Selena for the straps. Even then, the match would likely get lost in the shuffle of the double night pay-per-view event amongst whatever egotism was driving the World Title match(es) or the violence of the confirmed Underground Title rematch between Auclair and Frost or whatever Reagan or Mikaela or Kennedy Street would do to try and put the spotlight on themselves. For all they knew, Liberation could end up pulling double duty over those two cards, and whichever one wasn’t the Tag Title match would be likely to receive more attention depending on how things played out leading up to it. There were so many possibilities with negative baggage attached to them that trying to piece them all together was giving him a headache. “Don’t try and think too hard Puppy, otherwise you’ll give yourself a nasty headache. Always tends to happen to me.” Aaron found himself being pulled from his thoughts as he felt a pair of breasts pressing softly against the back of his head, followed by a pair of hands resting on each shoulder and gently beginning to massage them. He didn’t need to look to know that the “pillows” he was now resting against belonged to his wife, and Nym seemed to take notice that he was getting too deeply entwined in his thoughts again and decided to save him from the dangers of his own mind. Aaron couldn’t help but smile and relax under her touch as his mind was put at ease for the first time in a few days. Nym noticed the Breakdown replay on the TV, and being halfway through the Young/Hill match instantly told her that he’d been studying his match with Kennedy too hard again. “Mon cher, please don’t keep doing this to yourself. You’ll kick that pouffiasse’s head off next time.” “I know babe, but… I just can’t help but think about how far things have fallen not just for SCW, but in general. How Kennedy played the match against me was the epitome of everything that’s plaguing the company and needs to be stopped before people start looking at SCW in a negative light.” “I think you’re working too hard on this Puppy.” “Not hard enough, apparently.” He let out a sigh and Nym stopped her massage and bounced around into his line of sight, and Aaron couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the fact that she had only a towel wrapped around her body. “I think something simple is in order to take your mind off all that complex stuff for a while. The kids are visiting their Auntie Maire and Uncle Kaji for a while and you’re too tense, so I think a bubbly bath for two is in order! Race you to the bathroom!” With that, Nym started sprinting towards the bathroom, looking so intent on beating her husband there that she never bothered to try and keep the towel around her body. As Aaron got off the couch and picked up her accidentally discarded towel, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. But Nym was right, and perhaps he needed to think in more simple terms to try and solve a complicated issue like SCW for a change. But he shook the thought out of his mind, not wanting to kickstart another deep and convoluted thinking session when the last one was giving him a migraine. He followed after his wife, thinking that a relaxing bubble bath with her might be just the thing to soothe his frazzled mind until he could pull back on his thinking just a bit. [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] The weather was finally starting to warm up in Huron, something that many people were no doubt glad for as the snow was leaving and they were starting to shed the heavier clothes for shorts and t-shirts. Aaron D’Aubergine was no exception, even if he personally preferred winter for his own poetic reasons. As he sat outside on his front porch with the sound of his children happily playing somewhere off-screen, he couldn’t help but smile as he gazed into the camera. “Needless to say, things have been looking up for Liberation as of late. Granted, I’m still not happy about the win that Kennedy stole from me some time back, but if it wasn’t proven against me then it was sure as hell proven last Breakdown in her match with Dawn: for as much as she wants to flaunt her talents Kennedy is incapable of getting the job done fair and square. I’ll gladly sit back and watch her find some way to twist my words around on Twitter, but the fact remains that I pushed her to the point where she snapped in that ring and didn’t look like the ‘sexy, flawless diva’ she proclaims herself to be, and when that didn’t work she had to hide behind Shawn Winters and rely on her bodyguard in order to get the job done. I know she’d be hesitant to give me a second chance, but it’s safe to say that considering I learn from my mistakes I know I’d be better prepared to put her in her place the next time our paths cross. I wish I could say that would’ve been for the Tag Titles, but I will happily congratulate Dawn and Selena for winning those belts. Granted, I will admit to still being a bit iffy on this idea since you two are still starting out as a team and Selena’s own actions from Breakdown didn’t help to change my mind any, but there’s plenty of time between now and the next pay-per-views to see exactly what’s going to happen. Liberation has earned our shot at those belts, even if the teams weren’t quite what we were expecting them to be, but we’re still going to prove that we deserve another chance at being Tag Team Champions and trying to do our part in bringing this division back to the glory it once had. Even better was the fact that Brayden further put the ever-arrogant Entourage in their place last Breakdown when he took away the one thing Ben McCaron has been priding himself on in his undefeated singles record. If you two want to keep trying to pursue us in hopes that you’ll somehow undermine everything that we stand for, then name a time and a place and we’ll take care of you two the right way. Otherwise, we’re moving our full focus to where it should be, and that’s preparing for our opportunity at the Tag Titles.” The smile suddenly fades from Aaron’s face as a more serious expression replaces it, and his hands suddenly clasp together tightly in his lap. He takes a deep breath to maintain his composure from whatever suddenly caused this change before he continues, maintaining the newfound seriousness as he proceeds. “A lot has changed around here, that’s for sure, and not all of it has been for the better. It was clear to both Brayden and myself what had happened to SCW in the time we were both gone, and it was possibly the biggest factor in our decision to stick around after what was supposed to be just a one night only thing at the End of the Year Special. A lot has even happened since then, and even if Liberation hasn’t been in the thick of it that doesn’t change the fact that we still have some issues with what’s going on. The World Title picture just goes without saying at this point, and the same with most of the stuff Rachel Foxx and her new group have been doing as well. Things just seem to be getting a little too personal around here lately, and it’s not healthy for anybody. This was even apparent at the End of the Year Special itself, which leads me to the man I will be facing on the next Breakdown: A$AP Scrappy. First off, I want to say that it’s great to see you back in action Scrappy. Disregarding the usual awards presentations, Liberation’s match at that show followed after your Underground Rules match with Typhoid Mary, and it was very disturbing to say the least to see how she chose to end that match against you. Granted, I’m no stranger to physical and violent matches myself, and that level of violence seems to have become all too common in that division courtesy of our reigning Underground Champion, but it still made me feel sick watching what was done to you. I don’t know if you would’ve appreciated it had I done it, but had it not been Underground Rules that you asked for and if I had been around before that show to perhaps get to know you a little better, maybe I could have done something to stop it. Seeing you with an eyepatch now reminds me all too much of a lunatic who attempted to literally rip my eye right out of my socket years ago while he pursued me for the title I held then, and in that respect I can understand the pain you’re going through right now. Unfortunately, the past is the past, and unless I somehow acquired whatever kind of time machine you can think of, nothing is going to change it. I also cannot guarantee that with you back now you’re going to get the revenge you’re looking for, because Mary just seems like one of those people who disappeared for good reason and has no intention of facing you again, so that may be a matter of trying to hunt down where she’s at now rather than hoping she’ll resurface here, not that I condone such an act if you plan to take me up on that outside the ring. I don’t think you’re going to be getting much out of Blake either, since he has a bad habit of never returning to someone he’s broken off an alliance with, regardless of the circumstances behind it. I’m speaking from personal experience on that one, so you can trust me on anything regarding my former… ‘associate.’ Aaron practically spits that last word out of his mouth, and the look on his face says that he’d love to start washing his mouth out right now to try and forget he ever called Blake a former associate of his, even if it was true, because it was part of his career he’d rather forget and try to move on from. As he resumes speaking, his voice takes on a more sincere-sounding tone now as he switches gears yet again. “Our match at Breakdown isn’t about revenge or violence though Scrappy, and I want to make that point clear because I can read the way you were acting both during the fourway tag match and from your actions on Breakdown that you’re running on auto-pilot because you want your hands on a woman who you probably won’t ever see again and you’re willing to show her you’ve become ‘just as violent’ to get her attention. The reason Brayden and I wanted to give your buddy Soopaman and Aeon Century a chance to participate in the match with us was because we trust them and know that they will step up and earn their opportunities the right way, and I’d hope the same can be said about you since you seemed to be in the same boat from what I saw of you while doing my homework for this match. I want this to be a contest about which of us is the better athlete on this night and nothing else, and I hope you can put aside your vendettas to oblige me on that. I know the road you’re walking down Scrappy, and I can tell you that there’s no reward in it for you at the very end. Years ago I joined up with a company looking for a fresh start even though I was already familiar with most of its roster from other places I was also competing for at the time. One of the company’s co-owners and a former competitor and ‘man of violence’ himself didn’t trust me because of displays of anger I’d had in past performances elsewhere, and he took issue with me and tried to take me out hoping to stop the problem. Did I want to beat him to within an inch of his life in the name of revenge? You better believe it, and I became consumed by anger and violent tendencies until we finally faced off inside of a barbed wire cell. Had the referee not stopped me and pleaded with me to just pin him and end it, I could have very well killed the man in that match. He was tied up in the barbed wire as I landed blow after blow with a sledgehammer. At the end of it all, did I feel satisfied? No, I felt horrible for almost going too far just because someone pissed me off and tried to end me for his own paranoid reasons, and I felt like a monster because of it all. I felt no vindication from my actions, only self-loathing for what I’d become. I don’t think she’s going to come back Scrappy, and any sadistic thoughts that might be running through your mind should be curbed now before you go past the point of no return. Do you really want to end up a monster like Typhoid Mary? Would that really help you out in any way? I can tell you from experience that the answer is no, and you’re only going to hurt yourself and the ones you love far worse than your enemies in the long run. Please show me at Breakdown that you know the difference between aggression and violence, because I’ll gladly take an aggressive Scrappy and believe a mentality like that could take you far in this business. But a violent Scrappy? Would the possibility of throwing away a win just to prove a point using a man that has nothing to do with your issues really make you feel happy? In the end… I highly doubt that.” With that, Aaron slowly stands up and starts walking out of the shot, pausing briefly to gaze into the camera, giving A$AP Scrappy if he’s watching that begs him to do this match the right way before he takes his leave, leaving the scene to fade to black. |
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