Is There No End? (Sniper RP#7 Rumble)
Apr 11, 2020 6:56:11 GMT -5
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Post by The Dunne Deal on Apr 11, 2020 6:56:11 GMT -5
We find Johnny Sniper sitting in his basement, a black Fender Stratocaster in his lap, He strums out a few cords, before acknowledging the camera.
Sniper: "What surprised? Yeah, I can play, call it a hidden talent of mine. I had a band back in my high school days, called ourselves Tuna-Induced Cat Coma. Yeah, it was a stupid name, but I was a Sophomore, and chicks dig guys with guitars, so you do the math."
Sniper stands up and looks at the instrument before putting back in its case.
Sniper: "I hadn't picked this up since before the incident with Dane, but with being in a wheelchair and all. I needed to find something to keep the mind active. As for the song I was playing. That's the beginning of "Mercy Me" by Alkaline Trio. Look it up I recommend it. I also do vocals sometimes, but very often, only when I feel like it."
Sniper begins to walk around the room, his finger runs across a table and he stops to examine the think layer of dust that has gathered on his fingertips.
Sniper: "I... I... I've been sitting here for the last couple of hours and I just don't know anymore. Do you know what it's like to stare in the mirror not recognize the man staring at you because I do? This singular match, this Rumble, it's done something to me. To the point where I could care less whether I win or lose it. I just want to cause this much physical harm to my opposition I possibly can. I've seen all the promos. I've heard all the words that everyone's been saying. And it's very clear to me that the odds are not in my favor. It's going to a lot of hard work and determination to do this if I'm even thinking about pulling this off. The true problem isn't so much preparing physically for this match. It's getting in the right mindset for it. You see I could go on and on about my opponents just like everyone else has. We have men in here guys like Michael Storm, Rat Bastard, Ryan Young, Chris Card and even that walking ego himself Anthony Caffrey. What more is there to say, those men right there are the frontrunners. They are my biggest obstacles and I have ignored them for far too long. So I'll make this short and sweet. Storm, Rat the two of you have had your moment in the sun. You've been X*Crown champion before. So I think it's time, in the best interest of yourselves that you let someone else have the chance to carry that weight. Now I'm not telling you to eliminate yourselves. But I think you need to realize that sooner or later, your time will pass you. And you'll be nothing more than an old-timer. Too stubborn, too prideful to put up to put up your boots when the time was right. Michael Storm a man who took on death and laughed in its face. See I can respect that, but the issue is your body survived. Your mind did not and it's clear as day because you have to be insane to think you've got a snowball's chance in hell against me. Then we've got Rat Bastard, the first-ever X*Crown Champion."
Sniper slowly claps his hands
Sniper: "Congratufuckinulations you really I think that's something to write home about. What do you want a prize, some sort of award for being first to do anything? Motherfucker half the people in this match don't even know who the fuck you are and you... you're supposed to be a frontrunner. You're not a front runner, you've been forgotten and you can't stand it, can you. You come back, you... and you insert yourself into a match that you have no right to be in. You're the first person to ever carry that crown but you're also the first person to lose it. This just tells me, my friend, that you are not infallible and you can also fall like the rest. You see that you are the equivalency in the network of guys like; Hulk Hogan, of guys like Bret Hart, of guys like Jake Roberts, of guys like the Ultimate Warrior. Your time is past but no you have to have the spotlight. Just like everyone else, it's yours and you can't let anyone have it. Well if you don't let me have it. Then I'm going to rip it from your cold dead hands. And now I take a moment to turn my attention to two men Ryan Young and Chris Card. I know who's in the rumble. I know for a fact that your tag team partners are also in this as well. But you know what gives me the one up over you Ryan. Is at least I acknowledge my partner's participation. You didn't even realize Fox was in the match at first. Some partner you are, so concerned about yourself, but you failed to realize the one thing that could help you win was there all along. I wonder how Fox feels about that about being forgotten by a man. No, correction not a man, but a boy. An egotistical man-child so concerned with himself that he completely forgets his partner's existence and he's supposed to trust you in helping him defend the XHF Tag Team Championships?"
Sniper shakes his head.
Sniper: "How you guys even won it in the first place is a miracle. Christopher Card, honestly I don't have much to say about you. You are one of the few people in this match I actually respect. I don't know much about your partner. But I do know this, you are one of the few people on my bucket list that I want to have a one-on-one match with some time in the future. And last but not least The Egotistical Emperor himself Anthony Caffrey. I've seen it, your little video. I've listened in on your little podcast. I've seen those streets before cold, empty, void of any life. But you see the difference is when I saw them there's no virus keeping you at home. No instead I saw them when I came home for the final time. You see when you're overseas, and fighting for America's Freedom, freedom so many take for granted. You're branded a hero, and people look up to you, people want to be like you, want their children to be like you. But once you've left, out-lived your usefulness, have been forgotten. Then those streets full of life and laughter. They become empty, and it hurts. You give so much of yourself to these ungrateful fools, and half the time all you get is a "Thank You for service." Well Thank You's don't pay bills. Thank You's don't pay rent. Thank You's don't feed my family. Thank You don't give me a job. So you can take your Thank You's and shove them up your ass."
Sniper heads back over to the guitar.
Sniper: "Now, if you don't mind. I would like to get back to what I was doing before you so rudely interrupted me."
As the cameraman begins to walk away, we can here Sniper start to play and sing.
♫ Welcome to failure, the drink's are on me♫
Sniper: "What surprised? Yeah, I can play, call it a hidden talent of mine. I had a band back in my high school days, called ourselves Tuna-Induced Cat Coma. Yeah, it was a stupid name, but I was a Sophomore, and chicks dig guys with guitars, so you do the math."
Sniper stands up and looks at the instrument before putting back in its case.
Sniper: "I hadn't picked this up since before the incident with Dane, but with being in a wheelchair and all. I needed to find something to keep the mind active. As for the song I was playing. That's the beginning of "Mercy Me" by Alkaline Trio. Look it up I recommend it. I also do vocals sometimes, but very often, only when I feel like it."
Sniper begins to walk around the room, his finger runs across a table and he stops to examine the think layer of dust that has gathered on his fingertips.
Sniper: "I... I... I've been sitting here for the last couple of hours and I just don't know anymore. Do you know what it's like to stare in the mirror not recognize the man staring at you because I do? This singular match, this Rumble, it's done something to me. To the point where I could care less whether I win or lose it. I just want to cause this much physical harm to my opposition I possibly can. I've seen all the promos. I've heard all the words that everyone's been saying. And it's very clear to me that the odds are not in my favor. It's going to a lot of hard work and determination to do this if I'm even thinking about pulling this off. The true problem isn't so much preparing physically for this match. It's getting in the right mindset for it. You see I could go on and on about my opponents just like everyone else has. We have men in here guys like Michael Storm, Rat Bastard, Ryan Young, Chris Card and even that walking ego himself Anthony Caffrey. What more is there to say, those men right there are the frontrunners. They are my biggest obstacles and I have ignored them for far too long. So I'll make this short and sweet. Storm, Rat the two of you have had your moment in the sun. You've been X*Crown champion before. So I think it's time, in the best interest of yourselves that you let someone else have the chance to carry that weight. Now I'm not telling you to eliminate yourselves. But I think you need to realize that sooner or later, your time will pass you. And you'll be nothing more than an old-timer. Too stubborn, too prideful to put up to put up your boots when the time was right. Michael Storm a man who took on death and laughed in its face. See I can respect that, but the issue is your body survived. Your mind did not and it's clear as day because you have to be insane to think you've got a snowball's chance in hell against me. Then we've got Rat Bastard, the first-ever X*Crown Champion."
Sniper slowly claps his hands
Sniper: "Congratufuckinulations you really I think that's something to write home about. What do you want a prize, some sort of award for being first to do anything? Motherfucker half the people in this match don't even know who the fuck you are and you... you're supposed to be a frontrunner. You're not a front runner, you've been forgotten and you can't stand it, can you. You come back, you... and you insert yourself into a match that you have no right to be in. You're the first person to ever carry that crown but you're also the first person to lose it. This just tells me, my friend, that you are not infallible and you can also fall like the rest. You see that you are the equivalency in the network of guys like; Hulk Hogan, of guys like Bret Hart, of guys like Jake Roberts, of guys like the Ultimate Warrior. Your time is past but no you have to have the spotlight. Just like everyone else, it's yours and you can't let anyone have it. Well if you don't let me have it. Then I'm going to rip it from your cold dead hands. And now I take a moment to turn my attention to two men Ryan Young and Chris Card. I know who's in the rumble. I know for a fact that your tag team partners are also in this as well. But you know what gives me the one up over you Ryan. Is at least I acknowledge my partner's participation. You didn't even realize Fox was in the match at first. Some partner you are, so concerned about yourself, but you failed to realize the one thing that could help you win was there all along. I wonder how Fox feels about that about being forgotten by a man. No, correction not a man, but a boy. An egotistical man-child so concerned with himself that he completely forgets his partner's existence and he's supposed to trust you in helping him defend the XHF Tag Team Championships?"
Sniper shakes his head.
Sniper: "How you guys even won it in the first place is a miracle. Christopher Card, honestly I don't have much to say about you. You are one of the few people in this match I actually respect. I don't know much about your partner. But I do know this, you are one of the few people on my bucket list that I want to have a one-on-one match with some time in the future. And last but not least The Egotistical Emperor himself Anthony Caffrey. I've seen it, your little video. I've listened in on your little podcast. I've seen those streets before cold, empty, void of any life. But you see the difference is when I saw them there's no virus keeping you at home. No instead I saw them when I came home for the final time. You see when you're overseas, and fighting for America's Freedom, freedom so many take for granted. You're branded a hero, and people look up to you, people want to be like you, want their children to be like you. But once you've left, out-lived your usefulness, have been forgotten. Then those streets full of life and laughter. They become empty, and it hurts. You give so much of yourself to these ungrateful fools, and half the time all you get is a "Thank You for service." Well Thank You's don't pay bills. Thank You's don't pay rent. Thank You's don't feed my family. Thank You don't give me a job. So you can take your Thank You's and shove them up your ass."
Sniper heads back over to the guitar.
Sniper: "Now, if you don't mind. I would like to get back to what I was doing before you so rudely interrupted me."
As the cameraman begins to walk away, we can here Sniper start to play and sing.
♫ Welcome to failure, the drink's are on me♫
