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Post by Scotty Paine on Jun 7, 2010 2:05:09 GMT -5
{Last we saw Scotty, he had just reunited with his old friend Brian Blades. The two of them were working on changing The Crow’s way, or getting him back to his old ways. Some say it could be working, since he became Overseas Champion. Others would say it’s failed, due to the fact he’s now in jail after a bar brawl. So lets catch up with Scotty in his holding cell}
~Scotty~ Well, looks like I got myself into some trouble again.
*Scotty laughs, he had to admit being around Blades was fun, but got him into trouble a lot. It didn’t matter to him, this was the most fun he’d had in years. Not only did he feel better about himself, but the voices had died down. They were still there, but he could ignore them better. They weren’t screaming in his ear twenty-four seven. He could sleep better, and he was getting back to his brawling ways. He’d been in more bar fights in a week, then he had his whole life*
~Scotty~ I’ve had an absolute riot this week. Being back with my old friend has been great! Although, the bar fights are giving me sore hands ...not to mention my jaw hurts a little, but it’s all apart of the training method we use. Slam a few beers, get drunk, and go pick a fight ...what could be better then that?
*Scotty knew the camera crew wasn’t going to be here long, and they wanted to hear his thoughts on the up coming match. Not to mention his input on his Pay-Per-View Title defense*
~Scotty~ I suppose you’re here to find out, what I think of the up coming Pay-Per-View Title Match? Well, frankly ...I think it’s a dumb ass idea, really. I mean, why would you put me ...in a match with Sean Hunter now? Everyone, including myself is looking for an advantage, heading into Rage. And with my unstable mind, I might just break someone in half. Sure, I’m looking for a win, and with my partner in crime Kaleb Steele on my side? We might just try and crush any challenger, before the night is over. I’m not really sure how Hunter got into this match, but I do know he’s going to want to come out on top of this match. I’m by far the most decorated of the two of us, but as of late ...The Crow is feeling heartache, and that‘s not good for everyone else around me. As for Hunter, the man’s a self centered piece of shit! All he cares about is himself and the Title around my waste. Did you hear that guy crying about how he might get injured? News flash, Hunter ...any one of us might get hurt, and not make it to the next show! But you see, that’s how I wants it. I’d rather see us tare each other apart ...just so the members of The Golden Family can succeed. Do you know what kind of living hell NEW have to go through, if I don’t come out the Rage in a Cage Match World Champion?
*Scotty’s eyes narrow, and he thinks of the possibility of having anyone else as World Champion. He’d had enough of the beat downs, he’d had enough of being under minded, and he’d defiantly had enough of being disrespected by people like Sean Hunter*
~Scotty~ Lets get right to the current so called Number One Contender for my Overseas Championship Title. Hunter, you’re a buffoon of a man! Do you honestly believe, just because you’re the Number One Contender ...you’re indestructible? Are you the NEW version of Superman? I don’t think so! You’re a human-being just like anyone else, and you can bleed just like everyone else. A Hunter, my ass. You remind me of a rusty nail, everything you said I’ve heard before ...
*Scotty mocks Sean Hunter, by using a deeper and sarcastic voice*
~Scotty~ ”I’m not sure how you earned a Title? You’re a bum, you’re filthy, and a disgrace to society. Blah, blah, blah!”
*Scotty simply laughs, and shakes his head before continuing on*
~Scotty~ You’re right, I’m a bum, a vagrant, a vagabond ...Yes Hunter, I’m the scum of the earth! But, you see ...only asses like yourself keep that in mind. Guys like you try to keep me down, but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to keep moving forward, weather you like it or not. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some jackass like you keep me from my goals here in NEW. You want to know how I earned my Title? Simple, I got heart and determination. You see, knuckle heads like you fight for a paycheck ...I fight to survive! And that’s what this match is all about, survival of the fittest. I’ve made it through twenty-one years of pure insanity, so don’t give me that high and mighty crap ...it doesn’t work on me, you newbie! You’re fresh meat to me, and I wouldn’t have a problem kicking your ass! I’d rather have you in an Asylum Match, but if this is the only way ya’ll face me ...that’s fine and dandy with me, Hunter.
*Scotty heaves with frustration, and at this point would kill for a cigarette. But being locked up, and nowhere to go for quite a while. He takes in a deep breath, and tries to calm himself down before speaking again*
~Scotty~ Ok, on to my opponent. First, there’s Hunter. Possibly the most talented person in the match ...what, did you think I was going to say ...it was me? Please, I’m insane. Not an arrogant fool, like Hunter. Anyways, the Number One Contender is the focus here. Hunter, you and your little NEW friend are getting on my nerves rather quickly. Week after week, you come out and kick the crap out of me. You think it’s funny huh? Well, all fun and games end sooner or later. Ever hear the saying “Violent use, brings violent plans?” ...don’t worry, you’ll understand sooner or later. Hunter, I’ll give credit where credit is due. You’re skilled, and highly talented ...but eventually I’m going to snap, and you’re not going to like it! I’m going to scar your pretty little face, and carve my name into your spinal cord. I’ve had enough of you, and your NEW friends. Like I told Killer, you want a war? Then war is what we shall have! I’ve been through a lot more then your weak attempts at taking me out. I’ve been jumped, stabbed, and had more broken bones then I can count. Like you said before, I’m a bum ...I’ve been through it all, and then some. I’m not easily scared, and a pack of B*tches isn’t going to do the job either!
*Scotty glares into the camera, as his mind starts to race once more. He was never one for being a people person, but he truly disliked Hunter*
~Scotty~ Now I know, you want to kick my ass and all that sort of shit. But I got to ask, how does it feel to face me? I mean, I sort of under estimated some of the people I‘ve faced, and I was coming off an injury. No excuses are going to be good enough here, you win some - you lose some. But over all, I think my record speaks for itself ...I’ve beaten some of the best, and I honestly think I can beat you. Hunter, just because you’re all buddy-buddy with the Owner of NEW ...doesn’t mean a F*cking thing to me! I don’t give a flying shit who likes me, or dislikes me. I know who my family is, and none of them like you either. You picked a fight, with a guy who likes to fight ...and I don’t fight fair either. You say, you’re all about equal rights, you mean women’s rights? I’m cool with that, but don’t be crying to the boss when I bust your skulls open! Don’t be asking for my suspension, when I beat the shit out of you! And I sure in hell don’t want to hear “He’s a woman beater” ...you’re not a woman, you’re a spoiled little child. Who thinks he’s going to get everything he wants. Sure, your life mate might have a lot of money and power ...but so does the Steele Family, and I defy them every chance I get! Just like them, I’m going to defy you as well.
*Scotty grumbles under his breath, and begins to shake. His anger was reaching a fever pitch, and his eyes start to become visibly red with madness as he continues again*
~Scotty~ Now, on to this Hunter guy ...look, I know you want to keep your pretty face but I’m not just going to hand it to you. You see, Hunter ...as much as I hate to agree with people, they’re right. You can’t trust anyone in this federation, and that includes everyone. For some odd reason, you survived at the last show and I’m sure there’s some explanation ...but I could care less. Everyone knows how good you supposedly are, and how many Championships you’ve held. But soon enough, your waste will be as blank as mine was three weeks ago. So come down off your high horse, and realize the fact ...your just another victim lined up for me. Lets get one thing straight, Hunter ...I don’t like you, I don’t trust you, and I sure in hell don’t need you either. You’re just another person to beat on, if you get in my way. Your legacy is dirt to me, I’ve beaten better. NEW has some reason for rewarding you by putting you in this match ...but it makes no difference to me, you’re just another stepping stone on my way to better things ...be prepared Hunter, The Crow is on a mission of revenge!
*Scotty lifts his brow, as his confidence builds. He didn’t know why, but he felt good about this match. He was clearly the under dog. Facing opponents like Killer, and now Sean Hunter wasn’t going to be easy. But The Crow had defied the odds before*
~Scotty~ Lastly, we have Sean Hunter. I have no idea what you’ve done to get this match. I mean, granted I was on a long losing streak but I turned that around by winning my last few match ...what the F*ck have you done? You won the Tag Title somewhere else, and have managed to hold it a few weeks. Trust me, you will lose it sooner or later ...if you haven‘t already. Who the hell have you beaten to earn a spot in this match? Unless you beat someone off? Did you do sexual favors for the Boss? I know Campbell is a man slut, but damn ...you’re uglier then “HardCore” Hex’s ass! And to think, I thought I was being thrown into this match as a filler ...I guess, that’s your role now. I mean, come on ...just what Title are you a Number One Contender for? Your Tag-Team Championship from another promotion aren’t on the line here, so you got no rematch clause. You’re not in the Hardcore Championship picture, Magnum Star would whip the floor with you, and you’re sure in hell not anywhere close to being a World Champion ...so what the F*ck?!?
*Scotty sits there with a bewildered look on his face, which quickly turns to surprise as an Officer opens the cell door. He walks in, stands Scotty up, and cuffs him for transport*
~Scotty~ About time you came to release me, Blades should of posted my bail hours ago.
-:-Officer-:- Your bail was deigned, Mate. You’re being transfused to the Psychiatric Ward.
*Scotty’s eyes pop open, and his jaw drops as he hears the news of his transfer*
~Scotty~ You’re shitting me?
*The officer just keeps walking, and guides Scotty down the hall. They take a few turns, and then exit a door where a long white bus is waiting for them. Several armed officers take The Crow into custody, and lead him onto the bus. They place him in a seat, and shut the gate behind them*
~Scotty~ Yay, another run at the State Hospital.
>>Officer<< Bloke, this is New York. We don’t have nice psychiatric hospitals like you do in Jersey, we have old prisons that we put you loonies in.
*Scotty lowers his head, and grumbles under his breath once again. This was the last straw, he was truly going to snap. He’d been in and out of psychiatric wards for the last two years, and they never helped him. If anything, it just made his mental health worse*
~Scotty~ You see NEW, being locked up isn’t anything new to me. So you put me in that match with Hunter, and see what happens to him ...I will not be held responsible for my actions. I’m not afraid, I’m not intimidated, and I’m not new to fighting. There isn’t anything you can do to stop me, from what I want ...not Sean Hunter, not Killer, not even a psychiatric care unit! I’ll be there at Rage, and someone’s going to end up on the wrong end of a lose! I dare you ...come Feel the Paine!
*The scene fades out, as the bus pulls away and Scotty lets out a laughter of madness*
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