Post by Lord Raab on Sept 11, 2019 11:44:38 GMT
Bailing Raab out. Oslo, Norway. Monday 16th February.
Sun is out, shining brightly above the sky as a man who's wearing a helmet with body amour on Samuel McPhereson enters inside of a small police station where Henry knows Raab's being held. Henry's doing business to sort out Raab's career with a ton load of paperwork he had to do so he sent Raab's Muscle Servant to the station. He has a few things inside a small black wallet which are filled with things like money, letter and a picture of Lord Raab.
It's going to be a problem for Samuel because he couldn't talk if there's no yes or no questions as he stands at the reception, waiting to be called as he sits in the room, waiting for the average man to finish talking to the police receptionist. It's not very busy and it's well lit, having a few caged windows around the reception area with white coloured walls. Fifteen minutes later, the man left the station as the female receptionist called the next man which is Samuel as he walks to the receptionist as she speaks.
Receptionist: “Hello sir, can I help you with anything today?”
Samuel unzips the small wallet which is filled with lots of things as he gets out the letter Henry wrote about Lord Raab along with the picture of him standing and posing for Sin City Wrestling website. The female who's quite big for a police receptionist reads the letter carefully, double checking if everything is alright with what's written as she then looks at the picture of the masked man and speaks towards him.
Receptionist: “In order to bail Raab out, you'd have to pay twenty thousand Euros due to the violent assault he's done on many customers in the supermarket. Got enough money there?”
Samuel grants as he passes the wallet to the receptionist, checking through if there's twenty thousand in the wallet as there's plenty of money, more than twenty thousand in there as she takes twenty thousand out of the wallet, feeling quite frightened of Lord Raab, but she felt secure with Samuel and she speaks.
Receptionist: “Thank you very much sir, now this way.”
The receptionist passes the wallet, a letter and photo of Raab back to Samuel and puts them back in the wallet as the receptionist stands up and grabs the keys from the wall as she unlocks the door and the door creaks open as she closes the door quietly to not disturb other police officers in the office and she gets her keys to lock the door as she walks with Samuel through the corridor and entering into the small blocks of jail room, having various of criminals being inside until they'd either be freed on bail or until they go to court as they stop outside of the room where Raab's being held.
He's held on the left hand side corner at the end of the room. The receptionist gets the keys and unlocks the door of Raab's cell as she enters, seeing Raab sleeping. He hears her footsteps which wakes Raab up, not looking too happy, being woken up by a police officer. As he's half asleep, trying to shake the dust off his eyes, he speaks.
Lord Raab: “What the hell? I was asleep here.”
Receptionist: “You've been let go. This man here paid you're bail for you're damages you've done in America last week. Due to that circumstances, I have no choice, but to let you go. Let's collect you're things and you can go on home.”
Lord Raab: “Oh, if that's the case, I apologise as I was half asleep. Thank you Samuel.”
Raab comes out of his cell, shaking Samuel's hand for a bit as a way to say thank you for paying his bail as he lets go of it so they stay and wait for the receptionist to lock the cell door and they walk through the corridor and in the reception area where she unlocks the door to her office room and goes to Raab's personal belongings file with his things and gives everything he had while he was sent here last night to him. They leave the police station and Raab sees the wallet Samuel's carrying around and speaks as they walk in the streets.
Lord Raab: “So what's in that wallet?”
Samuel opens it and shows Raab a picture of him and the letter Henry wrote to bail Raab out. Raab reads at the back of the letter saying where to meet with Henry as Raab nods and speaks.
Lord Raab: “Before we meet Henry at the airport after he's done his paperwork, I need to get a few things out of the house for sale place where I stayed at bef...................”
Samuel points more to the letter that Raab missed out and speaks again.
Lord Raab: “Sorry Samuel. I didn't see that there so we'll go straight to the airport now. We'll get a taxi from the train station and meet Henry there.”
They walk on the streets to the train station where they knew there's plenty of taxi's as they wait for one to approach to their feet. One comes almost straight away, trying to see the taxi since the sun was shining right on Raab's and Samuel's eyes, shading their hand above their forehead to see anything as Samuel opens the door as he and Raab step into the taxi together and Raab closes the door as the driver turns around to look at the men and speaks.
Taxi Driver: “Where are we going today?”
Lord Raab: “To the Airport please.”
Taxi driver turns towards his steering wheel and drives to the airport with Raab feeling like Samuel cares about Raab and while the driver puts his headphones on to listen to the navigator which Raab saw, he speaks to Samuel, looking at him right in his eyes.
Lord Raab: “Just because you came all the way to the police station to bail me out, I still don't like you, but I've gained respect for you. Thought I wasn't ever going to get out you know, considering the SCW management are right bastards to me at the moment, but while I was sleeping in the cell, I had the weirdest dream ever. What I'm about to say will only be between us. Promise me you won't tell anyone?”
Samuel McPhereson: “Yaarrp.”
Lord Raab: “I was dreaming about me and you being more than just friends. We somehow fallen in love with each other with kissing and hugging each other a lot and I said lets have sex and you said yes so we went in the bedroom and done it.”
Samuel looks at Raab really shocked at what he said about being in love with Samuel in his dream and Raab feels of ashamed of telling Samuel this story, but it felt so real to Raab and speaks again.
Lord Raab: “Afterwards, we ended up getting married, being happy together. It's disgusting I know, but it's just a dream. I know Henry told you to come to the police station to bail me out because he's busy sorting stuff out for me, but I thank you for listening to him on following his instructions and bailing me out.”
Raab gives Samuel a hug for doing that for him as Samuel embraces the hug from Raab, rubbing his back like they were friends, but weren't as the taxi driver didn't really listen as he had headphones on with music on. Samuel lets go of Raab and they just sit there, quietly without saying a word before he speaks again.
Lord Raab: “You know, you see me be angry everyday, wanting to hurt and burn people and stuff, especially with how I'm feeling with the SCW management at the moment, but I feel with that dream, it could happen sooner than later in the future. Nobody can predict the future, but you got to do more than bailing me out to earn my trust on being my friend. I have no idea what Henry's got up his sleeve even though you might know already from being at the arena last night, but it sounds promising and I think I'm gonna like it.”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Lord Raab: “Of course you know because you was there. I don't know if I want to be in a team Samuel, but then again, I really want to wrestle so bad and if Henry says this is the only way to do it, I'm willing to make that sacrifice of being in a stable.”
Raab and Samuel again went very quiet, especially they knew they were really close to the airport to meet up with Henry. They arrived at the airport as the driver parked outside of the departures area with the other taxis as they waited for the driver as he takes his headphones out of his ears and speaks to them.
Taxi Driver: “That will be Fifteen Euros please.”
Samuel gets the wallet out of his pocket and unzips it as he finds a ten euro and a five euro to pay towards the taxi driver and hands the money to him as he puts it in his pocket and speaks to the men.
Taxi Driver: “Thank you very much. Have a nice day lads.”
Raab opens the door as he gets out as so does Samuel as they slam the door and walk in the airport together to see that Henry's waiting for them in the airport as Raab spots him and Henry's proud to see the pair of them together, especially Raab as he hadn't seen him since the arrest last night as he had their bags and he speaks.
Henry Losak: “Lets get ourselves booked to fly back to America. Raab, we got things to talk about when we get home about a certain deal I done last night with these two guys I was talking about with you during the week.”
Raab nods on listening to Henry as they walk towards the check in area as they handed in their passports as Henry handed luggage to the lady and puts them on the weight machine which look all good and then they go through security all OK and they went to their gate to sit around before they board their flight to Las Vegas.
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Tag team business talks. Stockholm, Sweden. Sunday 22nd February.
In a very tiny apartment where it's bright green walls with nothing, but a few sinks is a man who's sleeping with a large white duvet and a pillow to sleep on the floor without any curtains, but was on a top floor flat as Lord Raab's peacefully sleeping with his eyes closed in sunlight which he sleeps more during the day than night. At five in the evening, Raab slowly wakes up, sitting up on the floor, still having his duvet on him and speaks angrily to himself while opening his eyes.
Lord Raab: “God damn it, I dreamt the same thing as last week in a police cell again. Am I ready for it? God knows, but it's making me god damn angry to have these dreams about the future with Samuel. I fucking hate it. These dreams need to stop. It doesn't help that I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I want to know sooner rather than later with what Henry has planned for me.”
It's very unusual for Raab to not only have like love dreams, but being in Sweden, not having a match planned without Henry telling him the full details other than going to Sweden and nothing else as he decides to remove the duvet off from his body aggressively, screaming the place down as he punches the wall very hard, not in a good mood as he makes many holes in the wall.
He walks into another room as it's completely empty, still ranging with fury due to his dream being what he feels a nightmare in his sleep and not knowing what's going on with what Henry has on his mind. As soon as the doorbell rings, Raab ran straight to the door and opens it, dragging Henry up by the wall as Samuel closes the door and speaks.
Lord Raab: “You better fucking tell me what I'm doing here before I beat you like hell you've never felt in you're damn life.”
Henry Losak: “Jesus Raab, seems like you've woken up from a nightmare.”
Lord Raab: “A nightmare about me not wrestling another week in a row and keeping this secret as to why we are here? You bet I did. Now spit it out.”
Henry Losak: “Give me a second. I know you've had a lot of nightmares lately, but you'll be fine as what you've been telling me is exactly the reason why me and Samuel are here. Let go of me now.”
Raab breaths very heavily and very fast, hiding the real truth from Henry as he couldn't bare to tell him, but Henry secret has been in Raab's dreams as he decides to let him go and walks to sit down on the floor next to Samuel, looking at him like Samuel's feeling a little down, but Samuel puts the thumbs up towards Raab which he smiles that he's glad Samuel's fine. Henry sits opposite them as he looks towards both of his clients as he speaks.
Henry Losak: “I know you aren't wrestling tonight Raab, but this isn't about wrestling this week. It's about the business I've told you a couple of weeks ago about the two guys wanting you.”
Lord Raab: “OK so tell me more. You've not told me anything about which team it is or what there names are or anything and I demand you tell me right now.”
Samuel's staring at Raab's naked torso as he wears nothing, but a pair of trousers, but looks away quickly because he knew Henry would look at him which he does, but Henry looks more at Raab because it's more about him as Samuel goes back to stare at Raab's torso and his other bit as Henry speaks to Raab.
Henry Losak: “Samuel doesn't have to listen or look at me because he knows who the men are I've been speaking to. As I've said, I've been trying to find a way of getting you back wrestling in the ring more regularly again. I know you're against tag teams and being in stables, but I want you to reconsider this because these men have told me themselves that they want to help you improve you're skills as a wrestler and they want this dangerous, sick, demanded monster in their team.”
Lord Raab: “Just stop hiding the secrets and fucking tell me who these men are Henry.”
Henry Losak: “These men are Andrew Watts and Alex Kaelin and they want you to join this stable called The Rejects. The reason we are here is because they want to meet you tonight. They told me to bring you here in Sweden so you can finally meet these two guys I've been speaking to for a few weeks. Samuel approves and I approve that you should be in the team as well because this will be better for you're career and you'd wrestle more often which is what you want. I think this would be good for you because you'd be in tag matches as well. What do you say Raab, you in or out?”
Samuel's getting closer to Raab as Raab puts his head down to think about what Henry said. Of course both of them knew it's Lord Raab's decision of what to do as he did have time to think about being in the team. After all in Raab's mind, he had thought of the hell he's gone through with SCW management to not place him in matches enough and he puts his fist on the wood and finally makes a decision to speak.
Lord Raab: “Yeah, I'll accept since as you said, it would benefit me on wrestling more often tag matches or not, but as long as they don't screw me around, that's when we have problems cos I barely trust Samuel at the moment, let alone anybody else.”
Henry Losak: “Good because we need to get ready to go to the arena right now. Put a shirt, socks and shoes on so we can leave together.”
Raab nods as he gets up from the floor as he speaks to Samuel.
Lord Raab: “Samuel, we need to chat privately. Henry you stay out here.”
Henry Losak: “Alright, fine with me.”
Henry stays in the living room as Raab notices Samuel's strange behaviour as it could turn into a nightmare with how Samuel reacted towards Raab during the talk as he goes into the room and closes the door as while he gets a top from the floor, Raab speaks as he sees Samuel holding his chest.
Lord Raab: “Are you sure you're OK?”
Samuel has feelings about Raab in his mind, thinking about Raab's dream he told him, feeling in love with him and he suddenly strokes Raab's torso. Raab pushes Samuel's hand away, holds him against the wall with the look of anger in his eyes
Lord Raab: “Get the fuck off me. I don't want you touching or stare at me ever again do you understand?”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Lord Raab: “Good, now get the hell out of here before I'll fuck you up. while I put fresh clothes on.”
Samuel's disappointed with his head down as he opens the door and closes it behind him as he takes his trousers and boxers off and while he's changing in other clothes, he talks to himself.
Lord Raab: “Yep, my nightmare is coming true with Samuel looking like he loves me. No, I can't do it. What happens if everyone finds out about our relationship? I'd be a weak man. AGGGH.”
Raab's already changed into fresh clothes as he's trying to calm down, not wanting to tell Henry anything of the real nightmares he's having as he takes a few deep breaths before he gets ready to leave, but only he needed to use the toilet as he goes to the nearest sink which is an empty toilet to take his penis out of his trousers and urinates in the sink for thirty seconds before turning the basins on to wash his hands and the urine in the sink and turns them off as he puts his penis back in his trousers and walks out of the mini toilet before he leaves with Samuel and Henry to walk to the arena together.
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Wrestling and title talks. Copenhagen, Denmark. Friday 27th February.
Inside a very dark flat is a man who's woken up from his sleep, a man who's banned from sleeping in any kind of hotel around the world known as Lord Raab. Lately, he couldn't stop dreaming about Samuel being his boyfriend. It's getting him more angry, feeling like he has to go out with him and be together. He could take it as he's letting out his temper everyday, not knowing what to do. He puts a shirt and trousers on as he calms down a bit, thinking about it, but he suddenly puts it out of his mind and thinks more about the match between himself, Joshua, Chris and Old Skool.
He thinks about the violent weapons and fire he wants to cause to them as it's the only thing in life other than smoking cigarettes that makes him happy because anyone who suffers in pain, blood and burns makes Raab happy. He picks up a bottle of his own blood and his phone to take it to the living room. The walls are black and nothing surrounds him other than the lights that look like candle bulbs and the windows. Samuel and Henry walk in Raab's home as Henry closes the door as he sees Raab lighting a candle up in the room and they came and sat on the floor, feeling cold in the room.
Of course there's no central heating in the house as they have no choice, but to put up with it as this time, Raab knows he's wrestling this week and like usual, Samuel sits next to Raab because he really fancies him a lot lately, trying to open up to Raab as Raab takes no notice with Samuel and he begins to speak.
Lord Raab: “Yes, I'm aware things are gonna get violent next Sunday Henry, don't need to tell me.”
Henry Losak: “That's right you're gonna be a violent and angry son of a bitch. You'll be destroying opponents through the ring, tearing them up apart. I mean you've defeated all three of them before so this shouldn't be too hard.”
Lord Raab: “But things can change Henry. Look, I may not be a fan of facing against Alex Kaelin now because of being my stable mate, but Andrew doesn't seem to like me too much for some reason Henry. Like I was invited in Rejects, but seems to have a disliking to me.”
Henry Losak: “It will take a while for him to trust you it seems like it took him a while to trust Gavin and Mikah, but they gained her support in the end. I think if you win this match, it could become even closer with you two being good friends and mine and Samuel's friends too.”
Raab and Samuel nod as Samuel stares at Raab again, this time more of his downstairs part as Samuel tries to not show it in front of Henry with holding his heart and he won't. Raab knows about it, but not Henry himself as Raab look right into the flame, feeling the heat of the flame as he even opened his mouth to taste the fire in his mouth.
Lord Raab: “Look at that flame, seeing Joshua, Chris and Old Skool mixed in there on getting the shit kicked out of them. They don't deserve to be in this match with me. How many times has Joshua been a title contender for the Roulette title and failed? Too many times and I've beaten Old Skool already and I got farther than Chris in the last battle royal match at Christmas, but you know something, I'll accept Chris Shipman's open challenge to beat the living piss out of this prick.”
Henry Losak: “Good on you. Now you know what happens with roulette rules don't you?”
Lord Raab: “Ah of course with the spin of the wheel, taking part in hardcore matches to fuck people up. It's a lot of fun with different match stipulations. Not like the boring Internet or the SCW World title just wrestling in singles matches all the time. I feel this is where I thrive in, putting in a beating on these three idiots, a pounding they'll never ever forget in their entire lives. They'll be left in a bloody pool of their own mess, having their blood shred on the ring mat as I'll drink it all up like this.”
Raab twists the cap off his bottle of blood and gulps some of it down his throat, feeling the warmth of his own blood he cuts himself with a knife every single day to his body either on his legs or arms. Sometimes in risky places like his ribs and his torso. Samuel grants and stares at Raab like anything, but looks away when Henry looks at Samuel and he looks straight at Raab, ignoring Samuel as they hear noises from outside.
Henry Losak: “What's that noise?”
Lord Raab: “The wind of course. You can hear it pretty bad here, but I'm only here temporary anyway. As I was saying, I'm gonna beat the living day lights out of them three and they'll never be able to step into the ring against me ever again. I'm glad SCW at least listened to me when I've been rejected on not being placed for matches, but I'm in a number one contenders match and if it's to prove Alex and especially Andrew who talked shit about me wrong I can get the job done, I'm willing to be a dangerous mother fucker, burning, busting them open and making them sweat like crazy.”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Samuel puts his arm around Raab's back as Raab actually embraces it as it's Samuel being friendly to Raab which catches Henry's eyes, but he thinks nothing less of it and he sees them two being quite close lately as friends, but not exactly as Henry speaks.
Henry Losak: “That's it, you let that share and pure mother fucking anger come out in you like those other days, not going to lose any more matches and to win a chance to face against either Alex Kaelin or Kris for the title.”
Lord Raab: “HAHAHAHA Kris Halc? Please, that kid was just a knock out victory last time I faced him. Honestly, these fucks aren't really a challenge, especially not Kris. Alex however is a challenge and a threat not because he's my friend, but because he's a decent guy, but I'll get the job done for myself, for us and for the Rejects because Rejects still keep the title regardless if me or Alex win the title. It's just funny how the idiotic SCW management never thought of that.”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Samuel strokes Raab's back for love as Raab shakes his back off to prevent Samuel from doing that and Henry sees Raab, looking content on the flames and the blood as he drinks more blood from his bottle and finishes it with stained blood on his teeth tasting and swallowing blood was the best thing for Raab other than smoking cigarettes.
Henry Losak: “I agree it's silly of them to not consider that, but I think they wanted to put you in this match to see what you can do. Me and Samuel have full faith in you to pull out another win in the bag. Right, we better be getting back to the hotel as we better get some sleep. I'll see you soon.”
Samuel really wants to stay with Raab as Samuel doesn't move a muscle because he kind of wants to be closer to Raab and Henry looks back at Samuel and speaks
Henry Losak: “Huh? You want to stay with Raab? “
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Henry Losak: “OK, I see you both later. Bye.”
Henry leaves as Samuel decides to stay with Raab and stares at him like anything as Samuel couldn't hide his feelings for Raab any more and holds his chest like he's in pain which Raab wonders if he's sick, but the fact is he sees the love puppy eyes of Samuel's love towards Raab and speaks.
Lord Raab: “Samuel, I know you feel in love with me, but I can't do it. I can't let my opponents and especially, my tag partners know how I feel about you. It gets me angry when I think about the dream I had. It's driving me nuts dude big time. Alright, you can sleep here, but not next to me because I want to get sleep to bust Joshua's, Chris's and Old Skool's head in. Night.”
Samuel sleeps on the floor, not being anywhere near Raab as he requested as Raab closes the door, thinking he might be quite hash to Samuel, but he still hadn't earned Raab's friendly trust yet, although it's getting there, but not enough as he sits on the floor, laying on the floor with a large duvet covering him as he gently goes to sleep. As soon as he was fast asleep, Samuel decides to go where Raab was and enters in the room to close the door as he lays on the floor, kissing Raab's head and closes his eyes to sleep himself.
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Title opportunity shoot.
“There comes a time when you have to face the same people as I did either three months ago before Christmas for the same thing or I faced someone from this match a few weeks ago. That's what the situation looks like for this reject. Don't you see guys, you don't really have much to prove since you're already respected by other members of the SCW roster and clearly failed time and time again to win title shots. I do consider all of you talented don't get me wrong as Chris, Joshua and I made something special on that battle royal night for the chance to face against either my team mate Alex Kaelin or Kris Halc for the Roulette title.
You know a few weeks ago, I had to face Kain as I was within a chance of getting myself an internet title shot, but I said I'm not an internet star, never wanted to be as people who talk shit via internet like twitter accounts are nothing more than a bunch of scared punks who'd rather talk shit behind a keyboard than in their face and wrestle against them.
All of you process violent skills in the ring as I've experience each one of you and beaten each one of you as well. Well when it comes to Old Skool in an hardcore match yes, but I lasted longer than both Chris and Joshua combined in the battle royal match. In fact, I was the last man eliminated. I mean Joshua especially has had a lot of title shots recently for the Internet title on the last Supercard show and then a couple of weeks ago had a Roulette title shot. I get the fact he's being consistent of his skills side of things and the SCW management see this guy talented.
But what the hell have you done to get another potential chance for the Roulette title shot? Exactly nothing because you haven't done anything, but lose. Sure, I've lost as well against Kain, but I defeated the man who'd I get to later on to get in this match, Old Skool. Sure, you didn't get pinned, but not getting pinned is just as bad as the one who got pinned by my now stable ally. If you couldn't defeat Alex then, I doubt you can defeat him now and I don't buy into how you had wins before the battle royal in non tag matches because the history I see is loss in every single match.
Like the time you cost Amy to go through the blast from the past tournament for an example. Yes, I did get asked to be in the tournament, but I said no because I hate teaming with women, although Deree Parker is a woman that I may have to team with in the future, but apart from her, I don't like any woman at all because I'd rather beat male wrestlers down to a point that they can't stand, causing blood, violence in you, feeling the anger inside of me out. You may have been tag champ in the past, but that's the past and nobody cares, considering winning tag titles is no competition, not when you didn't face The Rejects due to them not existing back then, but they are now so you'd better stick to that division with Frost since you're better suited there than you are in this match.
Yet you went to call a female champion in SCW Delia Darling a joker? What defines a joker like being nearly undefeated for god knows how long or does it define someone who loses matches time and time again and somehow gets handed title shots. I've never seen you having to take weeks off wrestling and people like you make me god damn sick to this monster that I'll beat the living piss out of you, showing what a mistake they are making to place you in matches more than with me hence why I joined The Rejects because SCW management kept putting me on the side lines and due to my anger, I'll have no choice, but beat you all I got until you can't stand anymore, being you're worst nightmare like I've had lately in my sleep, but I show you what this nightmare monster can do to you on ripping you to shreds.
Old Skool. Well can't say too much about him, considering he's not said a single thing about me which is a complete disrespect because it comes across to me he doesn't seem to consider anybody a threat in SCW, but that's of course why he got beaten. Sure, he gave me a few shots during the match, but I proved to him that I belong as a hardcore wrestler and belong in this division. He showed some hardcore moves for sure, but I ended up winning because I was just angry that day and everything I let out came in that match, being a blood thirsty monster thug I was, but I'll end things there because I pretty much covered everything I've said about you last time.
Then we come to the biggest mouth in the entire match, someone who's only just come back to SCW, Chris Shipman. Consider yourself someone who I think is the biggest threat in the whole match. Why? Because we both have two things in common now, brutal wrestlers and being in a stable with you being in The Seven Deadly Sins while I'm apart of The Rejects. Maybe Joshua's a bit of a threat as well, but when it comes down to the violence and brutality, that's where you come in. I think you got a few anger problems as well, especially when it came to insulting me. Funny thing is you've been shitted on as much as I have, but it's only until now you've suddenly stand up for yourself not being placed in matches as you made yourself look like a coward.
I've been doing that the entire time I haven't had matches, leading me to be completely ignored and as for you're open challenge, of course I'd accept it as I embrace the anger and brutality we both bring to the table, but if you only think of weapons and not fire, then you're not a psychopath since you don't enjoy causing people to bleed, you don't enjoy causing people to burn. Na, you just enjoy smacking people with weapon shots. Funny thing is you said at the time that Ajax has more of a chance of winning the battle royal than I did when taking the fact before the match happened that Alex pinned Ajax in the triple threat match. You must be the most stupidest person I've ever heard when you said that, but then again, you hear voices in you're head, getting you confused in that tiny brain of yours.
It's OK, I hear voices in my head too quite a lot recently, but I don't allow them to get inside of me and you can say you want to cause me to bleed, go ahead I say because I drink blood every single day if you hadn't noticed since I actually embrace pain and suffering on my body since I've gone through all of my life suffering from hurt and pain and it does little to no effect on me with you're pathetic childish words.
See, I don't care what you idiots say to me because this is gonna be a war nobody will ever forget, especially when a monster is in a team with Andrew Watts and Alex Kaelin, it's only gonna cause more fucking problems than ever before and with this being a roulette match, who knows what the wheel will spin and I'll take every advantage of the match, smashing you're pretty little skulls open.
I'm more than deserving of a title shot because I've only received a title shot once, but that's fine with me because I'd rather earn things than get them handed to me like Chris and Joshua have gotten Roulette and Internet title shots handed to them without earning shit for them and that pisses me off. I'll leave things there for now as I got other things to take care of and talk more about you slimy blood victims later on during the week."
Sun is out, shining brightly above the sky as a man who's wearing a helmet with body amour on Samuel McPhereson enters inside of a small police station where Henry knows Raab's being held. Henry's doing business to sort out Raab's career with a ton load of paperwork he had to do so he sent Raab's Muscle Servant to the station. He has a few things inside a small black wallet which are filled with things like money, letter and a picture of Lord Raab.
It's going to be a problem for Samuel because he couldn't talk if there's no yes or no questions as he stands at the reception, waiting to be called as he sits in the room, waiting for the average man to finish talking to the police receptionist. It's not very busy and it's well lit, having a few caged windows around the reception area with white coloured walls. Fifteen minutes later, the man left the station as the female receptionist called the next man which is Samuel as he walks to the receptionist as she speaks.
Receptionist: “Hello sir, can I help you with anything today?”
Samuel unzips the small wallet which is filled with lots of things as he gets out the letter Henry wrote about Lord Raab along with the picture of him standing and posing for Sin City Wrestling website. The female who's quite big for a police receptionist reads the letter carefully, double checking if everything is alright with what's written as she then looks at the picture of the masked man and speaks towards him.
Receptionist: “In order to bail Raab out, you'd have to pay twenty thousand Euros due to the violent assault he's done on many customers in the supermarket. Got enough money there?”
Samuel grants as he passes the wallet to the receptionist, checking through if there's twenty thousand in the wallet as there's plenty of money, more than twenty thousand in there as she takes twenty thousand out of the wallet, feeling quite frightened of Lord Raab, but she felt secure with Samuel and she speaks.
Receptionist: “Thank you very much sir, now this way.”
The receptionist passes the wallet, a letter and photo of Raab back to Samuel and puts them back in the wallet as the receptionist stands up and grabs the keys from the wall as she unlocks the door and the door creaks open as she closes the door quietly to not disturb other police officers in the office and she gets her keys to lock the door as she walks with Samuel through the corridor and entering into the small blocks of jail room, having various of criminals being inside until they'd either be freed on bail or until they go to court as they stop outside of the room where Raab's being held.
He's held on the left hand side corner at the end of the room. The receptionist gets the keys and unlocks the door of Raab's cell as she enters, seeing Raab sleeping. He hears her footsteps which wakes Raab up, not looking too happy, being woken up by a police officer. As he's half asleep, trying to shake the dust off his eyes, he speaks.
Lord Raab: “What the hell? I was asleep here.”
Receptionist: “You've been let go. This man here paid you're bail for you're damages you've done in America last week. Due to that circumstances, I have no choice, but to let you go. Let's collect you're things and you can go on home.”
Lord Raab: “Oh, if that's the case, I apologise as I was half asleep. Thank you Samuel.”
Raab comes out of his cell, shaking Samuel's hand for a bit as a way to say thank you for paying his bail as he lets go of it so they stay and wait for the receptionist to lock the cell door and they walk through the corridor and in the reception area where she unlocks the door to her office room and goes to Raab's personal belongings file with his things and gives everything he had while he was sent here last night to him. They leave the police station and Raab sees the wallet Samuel's carrying around and speaks as they walk in the streets.
Lord Raab: “So what's in that wallet?”
Samuel opens it and shows Raab a picture of him and the letter Henry wrote to bail Raab out. Raab reads at the back of the letter saying where to meet with Henry as Raab nods and speaks.
Lord Raab: “Before we meet Henry at the airport after he's done his paperwork, I need to get a few things out of the house for sale place where I stayed at bef...................”
Samuel points more to the letter that Raab missed out and speaks again.
Lord Raab: “Sorry Samuel. I didn't see that there so we'll go straight to the airport now. We'll get a taxi from the train station and meet Henry there.”
They walk on the streets to the train station where they knew there's plenty of taxi's as they wait for one to approach to their feet. One comes almost straight away, trying to see the taxi since the sun was shining right on Raab's and Samuel's eyes, shading their hand above their forehead to see anything as Samuel opens the door as he and Raab step into the taxi together and Raab closes the door as the driver turns around to look at the men and speaks.
Taxi Driver: “Where are we going today?”
Lord Raab: “To the Airport please.”
Taxi driver turns towards his steering wheel and drives to the airport with Raab feeling like Samuel cares about Raab and while the driver puts his headphones on to listen to the navigator which Raab saw, he speaks to Samuel, looking at him right in his eyes.
Lord Raab: “Just because you came all the way to the police station to bail me out, I still don't like you, but I've gained respect for you. Thought I wasn't ever going to get out you know, considering the SCW management are right bastards to me at the moment, but while I was sleeping in the cell, I had the weirdest dream ever. What I'm about to say will only be between us. Promise me you won't tell anyone?”
Samuel McPhereson: “Yaarrp.”
Lord Raab: “I was dreaming about me and you being more than just friends. We somehow fallen in love with each other with kissing and hugging each other a lot and I said lets have sex and you said yes so we went in the bedroom and done it.”
Samuel looks at Raab really shocked at what he said about being in love with Samuel in his dream and Raab feels of ashamed of telling Samuel this story, but it felt so real to Raab and speaks again.
Lord Raab: “Afterwards, we ended up getting married, being happy together. It's disgusting I know, but it's just a dream. I know Henry told you to come to the police station to bail me out because he's busy sorting stuff out for me, but I thank you for listening to him on following his instructions and bailing me out.”
Raab gives Samuel a hug for doing that for him as Samuel embraces the hug from Raab, rubbing his back like they were friends, but weren't as the taxi driver didn't really listen as he had headphones on with music on. Samuel lets go of Raab and they just sit there, quietly without saying a word before he speaks again.
Lord Raab: “You know, you see me be angry everyday, wanting to hurt and burn people and stuff, especially with how I'm feeling with the SCW management at the moment, but I feel with that dream, it could happen sooner than later in the future. Nobody can predict the future, but you got to do more than bailing me out to earn my trust on being my friend. I have no idea what Henry's got up his sleeve even though you might know already from being at the arena last night, but it sounds promising and I think I'm gonna like it.”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Lord Raab: “Of course you know because you was there. I don't know if I want to be in a team Samuel, but then again, I really want to wrestle so bad and if Henry says this is the only way to do it, I'm willing to make that sacrifice of being in a stable.”
Raab and Samuel again went very quiet, especially they knew they were really close to the airport to meet up with Henry. They arrived at the airport as the driver parked outside of the departures area with the other taxis as they waited for the driver as he takes his headphones out of his ears and speaks to them.
Taxi Driver: “That will be Fifteen Euros please.”
Samuel gets the wallet out of his pocket and unzips it as he finds a ten euro and a five euro to pay towards the taxi driver and hands the money to him as he puts it in his pocket and speaks to the men.
Taxi Driver: “Thank you very much. Have a nice day lads.”
Raab opens the door as he gets out as so does Samuel as they slam the door and walk in the airport together to see that Henry's waiting for them in the airport as Raab spots him and Henry's proud to see the pair of them together, especially Raab as he hadn't seen him since the arrest last night as he had their bags and he speaks.
Henry Losak: “Lets get ourselves booked to fly back to America. Raab, we got things to talk about when we get home about a certain deal I done last night with these two guys I was talking about with you during the week.”
Raab nods on listening to Henry as they walk towards the check in area as they handed in their passports as Henry handed luggage to the lady and puts them on the weight machine which look all good and then they go through security all OK and they went to their gate to sit around before they board their flight to Las Vegas.
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Tag team business talks. Stockholm, Sweden. Sunday 22nd February.
In a very tiny apartment where it's bright green walls with nothing, but a few sinks is a man who's sleeping with a large white duvet and a pillow to sleep on the floor without any curtains, but was on a top floor flat as Lord Raab's peacefully sleeping with his eyes closed in sunlight which he sleeps more during the day than night. At five in the evening, Raab slowly wakes up, sitting up on the floor, still having his duvet on him and speaks angrily to himself while opening his eyes.
Lord Raab: “God damn it, I dreamt the same thing as last week in a police cell again. Am I ready for it? God knows, but it's making me god damn angry to have these dreams about the future with Samuel. I fucking hate it. These dreams need to stop. It doesn't help that I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I want to know sooner rather than later with what Henry has planned for me.”
It's very unusual for Raab to not only have like love dreams, but being in Sweden, not having a match planned without Henry telling him the full details other than going to Sweden and nothing else as he decides to remove the duvet off from his body aggressively, screaming the place down as he punches the wall very hard, not in a good mood as he makes many holes in the wall.
He walks into another room as it's completely empty, still ranging with fury due to his dream being what he feels a nightmare in his sleep and not knowing what's going on with what Henry has on his mind. As soon as the doorbell rings, Raab ran straight to the door and opens it, dragging Henry up by the wall as Samuel closes the door and speaks.
Lord Raab: “You better fucking tell me what I'm doing here before I beat you like hell you've never felt in you're damn life.”
Henry Losak: “Jesus Raab, seems like you've woken up from a nightmare.”
Lord Raab: “A nightmare about me not wrestling another week in a row and keeping this secret as to why we are here? You bet I did. Now spit it out.”
Henry Losak: “Give me a second. I know you've had a lot of nightmares lately, but you'll be fine as what you've been telling me is exactly the reason why me and Samuel are here. Let go of me now.”
Raab breaths very heavily and very fast, hiding the real truth from Henry as he couldn't bare to tell him, but Henry secret has been in Raab's dreams as he decides to let him go and walks to sit down on the floor next to Samuel, looking at him like Samuel's feeling a little down, but Samuel puts the thumbs up towards Raab which he smiles that he's glad Samuel's fine. Henry sits opposite them as he looks towards both of his clients as he speaks.
Henry Losak: “I know you aren't wrestling tonight Raab, but this isn't about wrestling this week. It's about the business I've told you a couple of weeks ago about the two guys wanting you.”
Lord Raab: “OK so tell me more. You've not told me anything about which team it is or what there names are or anything and I demand you tell me right now.”
Samuel's staring at Raab's naked torso as he wears nothing, but a pair of trousers, but looks away quickly because he knew Henry would look at him which he does, but Henry looks more at Raab because it's more about him as Samuel goes back to stare at Raab's torso and his other bit as Henry speaks to Raab.
Henry Losak: “Samuel doesn't have to listen or look at me because he knows who the men are I've been speaking to. As I've said, I've been trying to find a way of getting you back wrestling in the ring more regularly again. I know you're against tag teams and being in stables, but I want you to reconsider this because these men have told me themselves that they want to help you improve you're skills as a wrestler and they want this dangerous, sick, demanded monster in their team.”
Lord Raab: “Just stop hiding the secrets and fucking tell me who these men are Henry.”
Henry Losak: “These men are Andrew Watts and Alex Kaelin and they want you to join this stable called The Rejects. The reason we are here is because they want to meet you tonight. They told me to bring you here in Sweden so you can finally meet these two guys I've been speaking to for a few weeks. Samuel approves and I approve that you should be in the team as well because this will be better for you're career and you'd wrestle more often which is what you want. I think this would be good for you because you'd be in tag matches as well. What do you say Raab, you in or out?”
Samuel's getting closer to Raab as Raab puts his head down to think about what Henry said. Of course both of them knew it's Lord Raab's decision of what to do as he did have time to think about being in the team. After all in Raab's mind, he had thought of the hell he's gone through with SCW management to not place him in matches enough and he puts his fist on the wood and finally makes a decision to speak.
Lord Raab: “Yeah, I'll accept since as you said, it would benefit me on wrestling more often tag matches or not, but as long as they don't screw me around, that's when we have problems cos I barely trust Samuel at the moment, let alone anybody else.”
Henry Losak: “Good because we need to get ready to go to the arena right now. Put a shirt, socks and shoes on so we can leave together.”
Raab nods as he gets up from the floor as he speaks to Samuel.
Lord Raab: “Samuel, we need to chat privately. Henry you stay out here.”
Henry Losak: “Alright, fine with me.”
Henry stays in the living room as Raab notices Samuel's strange behaviour as it could turn into a nightmare with how Samuel reacted towards Raab during the talk as he goes into the room and closes the door as while he gets a top from the floor, Raab speaks as he sees Samuel holding his chest.
Lord Raab: “Are you sure you're OK?”
Samuel has feelings about Raab in his mind, thinking about Raab's dream he told him, feeling in love with him and he suddenly strokes Raab's torso. Raab pushes Samuel's hand away, holds him against the wall with the look of anger in his eyes
Lord Raab: “Get the fuck off me. I don't want you touching or stare at me ever again do you understand?”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Lord Raab: “Good, now get the hell out of here before I'll fuck you up. while I put fresh clothes on.”
Samuel's disappointed with his head down as he opens the door and closes it behind him as he takes his trousers and boxers off and while he's changing in other clothes, he talks to himself.
Lord Raab: “Yep, my nightmare is coming true with Samuel looking like he loves me. No, I can't do it. What happens if everyone finds out about our relationship? I'd be a weak man. AGGGH.”
Raab's already changed into fresh clothes as he's trying to calm down, not wanting to tell Henry anything of the real nightmares he's having as he takes a few deep breaths before he gets ready to leave, but only he needed to use the toilet as he goes to the nearest sink which is an empty toilet to take his penis out of his trousers and urinates in the sink for thirty seconds before turning the basins on to wash his hands and the urine in the sink and turns them off as he puts his penis back in his trousers and walks out of the mini toilet before he leaves with Samuel and Henry to walk to the arena together.
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Wrestling and title talks. Copenhagen, Denmark. Friday 27th February.
Inside a very dark flat is a man who's woken up from his sleep, a man who's banned from sleeping in any kind of hotel around the world known as Lord Raab. Lately, he couldn't stop dreaming about Samuel being his boyfriend. It's getting him more angry, feeling like he has to go out with him and be together. He could take it as he's letting out his temper everyday, not knowing what to do. He puts a shirt and trousers on as he calms down a bit, thinking about it, but he suddenly puts it out of his mind and thinks more about the match between himself, Joshua, Chris and Old Skool.
He thinks about the violent weapons and fire he wants to cause to them as it's the only thing in life other than smoking cigarettes that makes him happy because anyone who suffers in pain, blood and burns makes Raab happy. He picks up a bottle of his own blood and his phone to take it to the living room. The walls are black and nothing surrounds him other than the lights that look like candle bulbs and the windows. Samuel and Henry walk in Raab's home as Henry closes the door as he sees Raab lighting a candle up in the room and they came and sat on the floor, feeling cold in the room.
Of course there's no central heating in the house as they have no choice, but to put up with it as this time, Raab knows he's wrestling this week and like usual, Samuel sits next to Raab because he really fancies him a lot lately, trying to open up to Raab as Raab takes no notice with Samuel and he begins to speak.
Lord Raab: “Yes, I'm aware things are gonna get violent next Sunday Henry, don't need to tell me.”
Henry Losak: “That's right you're gonna be a violent and angry son of a bitch. You'll be destroying opponents through the ring, tearing them up apart. I mean you've defeated all three of them before so this shouldn't be too hard.”
Lord Raab: “But things can change Henry. Look, I may not be a fan of facing against Alex Kaelin now because of being my stable mate, but Andrew doesn't seem to like me too much for some reason Henry. Like I was invited in Rejects, but seems to have a disliking to me.”
Henry Losak: “It will take a while for him to trust you it seems like it took him a while to trust Gavin and Mikah, but they gained her support in the end. I think if you win this match, it could become even closer with you two being good friends and mine and Samuel's friends too.”
Raab and Samuel nod as Samuel stares at Raab again, this time more of his downstairs part as Samuel tries to not show it in front of Henry with holding his heart and he won't. Raab knows about it, but not Henry himself as Raab look right into the flame, feeling the heat of the flame as he even opened his mouth to taste the fire in his mouth.
Lord Raab: “Look at that flame, seeing Joshua, Chris and Old Skool mixed in there on getting the shit kicked out of them. They don't deserve to be in this match with me. How many times has Joshua been a title contender for the Roulette title and failed? Too many times and I've beaten Old Skool already and I got farther than Chris in the last battle royal match at Christmas, but you know something, I'll accept Chris Shipman's open challenge to beat the living piss out of this prick.”
Henry Losak: “Good on you. Now you know what happens with roulette rules don't you?”
Lord Raab: “Ah of course with the spin of the wheel, taking part in hardcore matches to fuck people up. It's a lot of fun with different match stipulations. Not like the boring Internet or the SCW World title just wrestling in singles matches all the time. I feel this is where I thrive in, putting in a beating on these three idiots, a pounding they'll never ever forget in their entire lives. They'll be left in a bloody pool of their own mess, having their blood shred on the ring mat as I'll drink it all up like this.”
Raab twists the cap off his bottle of blood and gulps some of it down his throat, feeling the warmth of his own blood he cuts himself with a knife every single day to his body either on his legs or arms. Sometimes in risky places like his ribs and his torso. Samuel grants and stares at Raab like anything, but looks away when Henry looks at Samuel and he looks straight at Raab, ignoring Samuel as they hear noises from outside.
Henry Losak: “What's that noise?”
Lord Raab: “The wind of course. You can hear it pretty bad here, but I'm only here temporary anyway. As I was saying, I'm gonna beat the living day lights out of them three and they'll never be able to step into the ring against me ever again. I'm glad SCW at least listened to me when I've been rejected on not being placed for matches, but I'm in a number one contenders match and if it's to prove Alex and especially Andrew who talked shit about me wrong I can get the job done, I'm willing to be a dangerous mother fucker, burning, busting them open and making them sweat like crazy.”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Samuel puts his arm around Raab's back as Raab actually embraces it as it's Samuel being friendly to Raab which catches Henry's eyes, but he thinks nothing less of it and he sees them two being quite close lately as friends, but not exactly as Henry speaks.
Henry Losak: “That's it, you let that share and pure mother fucking anger come out in you like those other days, not going to lose any more matches and to win a chance to face against either Alex Kaelin or Kris for the title.”
Lord Raab: “HAHAHAHA Kris Halc? Please, that kid was just a knock out victory last time I faced him. Honestly, these fucks aren't really a challenge, especially not Kris. Alex however is a challenge and a threat not because he's my friend, but because he's a decent guy, but I'll get the job done for myself, for us and for the Rejects because Rejects still keep the title regardless if me or Alex win the title. It's just funny how the idiotic SCW management never thought of that.”
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Samuel strokes Raab's back for love as Raab shakes his back off to prevent Samuel from doing that and Henry sees Raab, looking content on the flames and the blood as he drinks more blood from his bottle and finishes it with stained blood on his teeth tasting and swallowing blood was the best thing for Raab other than smoking cigarettes.
Henry Losak: “I agree it's silly of them to not consider that, but I think they wanted to put you in this match to see what you can do. Me and Samuel have full faith in you to pull out another win in the bag. Right, we better be getting back to the hotel as we better get some sleep. I'll see you soon.”
Samuel really wants to stay with Raab as Samuel doesn't move a muscle because he kind of wants to be closer to Raab and Henry looks back at Samuel and speaks
Henry Losak: “Huh? You want to stay with Raab? “
Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”
Henry Losak: “OK, I see you both later. Bye.”
Henry leaves as Samuel decides to stay with Raab and stares at him like anything as Samuel couldn't hide his feelings for Raab any more and holds his chest like he's in pain which Raab wonders if he's sick, but the fact is he sees the love puppy eyes of Samuel's love towards Raab and speaks.
Lord Raab: “Samuel, I know you feel in love with me, but I can't do it. I can't let my opponents and especially, my tag partners know how I feel about you. It gets me angry when I think about the dream I had. It's driving me nuts dude big time. Alright, you can sleep here, but not next to me because I want to get sleep to bust Joshua's, Chris's and Old Skool's head in. Night.”
Samuel sleeps on the floor, not being anywhere near Raab as he requested as Raab closes the door, thinking he might be quite hash to Samuel, but he still hadn't earned Raab's friendly trust yet, although it's getting there, but not enough as he sits on the floor, laying on the floor with a large duvet covering him as he gently goes to sleep. As soon as he was fast asleep, Samuel decides to go where Raab was and enters in the room to close the door as he lays on the floor, kissing Raab's head and closes his eyes to sleep himself.
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Title opportunity shoot.
“There comes a time when you have to face the same people as I did either three months ago before Christmas for the same thing or I faced someone from this match a few weeks ago. That's what the situation looks like for this reject. Don't you see guys, you don't really have much to prove since you're already respected by other members of the SCW roster and clearly failed time and time again to win title shots. I do consider all of you talented don't get me wrong as Chris, Joshua and I made something special on that battle royal night for the chance to face against either my team mate Alex Kaelin or Kris Halc for the Roulette title.
You know a few weeks ago, I had to face Kain as I was within a chance of getting myself an internet title shot, but I said I'm not an internet star, never wanted to be as people who talk shit via internet like twitter accounts are nothing more than a bunch of scared punks who'd rather talk shit behind a keyboard than in their face and wrestle against them.
All of you process violent skills in the ring as I've experience each one of you and beaten each one of you as well. Well when it comes to Old Skool in an hardcore match yes, but I lasted longer than both Chris and Joshua combined in the battle royal match. In fact, I was the last man eliminated. I mean Joshua especially has had a lot of title shots recently for the Internet title on the last Supercard show and then a couple of weeks ago had a Roulette title shot. I get the fact he's being consistent of his skills side of things and the SCW management see this guy talented.
But what the hell have you done to get another potential chance for the Roulette title shot? Exactly nothing because you haven't done anything, but lose. Sure, I've lost as well against Kain, but I defeated the man who'd I get to later on to get in this match, Old Skool. Sure, you didn't get pinned, but not getting pinned is just as bad as the one who got pinned by my now stable ally. If you couldn't defeat Alex then, I doubt you can defeat him now and I don't buy into how you had wins before the battle royal in non tag matches because the history I see is loss in every single match.
Like the time you cost Amy to go through the blast from the past tournament for an example. Yes, I did get asked to be in the tournament, but I said no because I hate teaming with women, although Deree Parker is a woman that I may have to team with in the future, but apart from her, I don't like any woman at all because I'd rather beat male wrestlers down to a point that they can't stand, causing blood, violence in you, feeling the anger inside of me out. You may have been tag champ in the past, but that's the past and nobody cares, considering winning tag titles is no competition, not when you didn't face The Rejects due to them not existing back then, but they are now so you'd better stick to that division with Frost since you're better suited there than you are in this match.
Yet you went to call a female champion in SCW Delia Darling a joker? What defines a joker like being nearly undefeated for god knows how long or does it define someone who loses matches time and time again and somehow gets handed title shots. I've never seen you having to take weeks off wrestling and people like you make me god damn sick to this monster that I'll beat the living piss out of you, showing what a mistake they are making to place you in matches more than with me hence why I joined The Rejects because SCW management kept putting me on the side lines and due to my anger, I'll have no choice, but beat you all I got until you can't stand anymore, being you're worst nightmare like I've had lately in my sleep, but I show you what this nightmare monster can do to you on ripping you to shreds.
Old Skool. Well can't say too much about him, considering he's not said a single thing about me which is a complete disrespect because it comes across to me he doesn't seem to consider anybody a threat in SCW, but that's of course why he got beaten. Sure, he gave me a few shots during the match, but I proved to him that I belong as a hardcore wrestler and belong in this division. He showed some hardcore moves for sure, but I ended up winning because I was just angry that day and everything I let out came in that match, being a blood thirsty monster thug I was, but I'll end things there because I pretty much covered everything I've said about you last time.
Then we come to the biggest mouth in the entire match, someone who's only just come back to SCW, Chris Shipman. Consider yourself someone who I think is the biggest threat in the whole match. Why? Because we both have two things in common now, brutal wrestlers and being in a stable with you being in The Seven Deadly Sins while I'm apart of The Rejects. Maybe Joshua's a bit of a threat as well, but when it comes down to the violence and brutality, that's where you come in. I think you got a few anger problems as well, especially when it came to insulting me. Funny thing is you've been shitted on as much as I have, but it's only until now you've suddenly stand up for yourself not being placed in matches as you made yourself look like a coward.
I've been doing that the entire time I haven't had matches, leading me to be completely ignored and as for you're open challenge, of course I'd accept it as I embrace the anger and brutality we both bring to the table, but if you only think of weapons and not fire, then you're not a psychopath since you don't enjoy causing people to bleed, you don't enjoy causing people to burn. Na, you just enjoy smacking people with weapon shots. Funny thing is you said at the time that Ajax has more of a chance of winning the battle royal than I did when taking the fact before the match happened that Alex pinned Ajax in the triple threat match. You must be the most stupidest person I've ever heard when you said that, but then again, you hear voices in you're head, getting you confused in that tiny brain of yours.
It's OK, I hear voices in my head too quite a lot recently, but I don't allow them to get inside of me and you can say you want to cause me to bleed, go ahead I say because I drink blood every single day if you hadn't noticed since I actually embrace pain and suffering on my body since I've gone through all of my life suffering from hurt and pain and it does little to no effect on me with you're pathetic childish words.
See, I don't care what you idiots say to me because this is gonna be a war nobody will ever forget, especially when a monster is in a team with Andrew Watts and Alex Kaelin, it's only gonna cause more fucking problems than ever before and with this being a roulette match, who knows what the wheel will spin and I'll take every advantage of the match, smashing you're pretty little skulls open.
I'm more than deserving of a title shot because I've only received a title shot once, but that's fine with me because I'd rather earn things than get them handed to me like Chris and Joshua have gotten Roulette and Internet title shots handed to them without earning shit for them and that pisses me off. I'll leave things there for now as I got other things to take care of and talk more about you slimy blood victims later on during the week."