Post by soulreaver on Apr 11, 2020 9:07:36 GMT -5
Dr. Thomas Fischer’s wheelchair sits below a big glass window. His gaze is fixed ahead. Darkness has fallen on the world outside. Thomas moves his eyes feverishly as the computer that connects him to the world senses every move. After a few seconds of silence the electronic voice that we equate with Fischer booms out of the computer.
“Motivation is something that I have never struggled with. When I decide to do something it gets done. The same happens when I want someone else to accomplish a task. When I ran companies, my employees would run through walls for me if I asked them to. Motivating people has always been a strength. Usually, I can sell people on my ideas. I can convince them that my ideas are correct and they should feel the exact same way I do. If we’re being honest, sometimes my motivation borders on manipulation. In this business world, manipulation gets things done. But let’s return to calling it motivation.”
“When I met Soul Reaver I knew right away that he had the physical tools to be incredibly successful in this line of work. I knew that I could ‘motivate’ him to have the impact that I want to have in professional wrestling. I believed that Soul Reaver could see things the way that I see them. The hordes of hacky, talentless nobodies that call themselves professional wrestlers need to be thinned. I thought with the right motivation he could be the one to do that. I thought Soul Reaver would grasp the Bloodlines mission and be able to help us take over APW.”
Silence.
“I was wrong. Soul Reaver did not embrace my message. My motivating fell on deaf ears. The Soul Reaver that I envisioned tearing through APW has been nowhere to be seen. Loss after loss has accumulated and there isn’t a soul on this roster that truly fears this monster. It’s unacceptable. Soul Reaver should strike fear in every competitor’s heart. Losing to someone like El Muertos kills that. El Muertos is a nobody and he pinned Soul Reaver. The lights did go out in the match and the referee did end up down, but that is no excuse. Soul Reaver should never allow himself to be pinned by someone like that.”
“Motivation is the key to Soul Reaver. Until now, I have struggled to find the correct motivation. So it is time to try something new. We will see if Soul Reaver is truly a monster or if I need to put him down and find someone who CAN impose my will. Bring him in.”
Dr. Fischers assistant was sitting on a couch along the wall. She stands up and opens the wooden double doors. She returns a few seconds later with Soul Reaver. The giant moves towards Fischer. Fischer’s chair continues to be pointed towards the window as the voice comes back to life.
“Soul Reaver, saying that your start in APW has been a disappointment would be an understatement. The fact is that you have been pathetic. Look at yourself. You are by far the most physically imposing man in all of APW. There isn’t anyone on this roster who should be able to compete with you. You are bigger and stronger than every so-called ‘wrestler’ in APW. And yet, you have failed to win a single match that meant anything. The only success you have had in APW came when you beat Blue Trunks. Congrats. You beat one of the worst wrestlers in all of APW.”
“Soul Reaver, I have been embarrassed by you. I envisioned greatness for us. I envisioned you and I leaving a wake of bodies behind as we took over APW. I have given you everything you could possibly need to be successful. I rescued you from a life of mediocrity and I gave you the world. I brought in the best of the best to prepare you for a career as a professional wrestler. You have been given a home. You have been given a chance to be special. Soul Reaver, I did not do all of that so that you can embarrass me. When I picked you, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that you would lose to someone like El Muertos. I have never been as ashamed of someone as I am of you.”
“Maybe you’re not special. Maybe you deserve the life you had before I saved you. Maybe you were born to be an embarrassment. The finest trainers, dieticians, and experts haven’t been able to help you. When are given all of the tools to succeed and you fail the problem is you. Soul Reaver. I care about you. I want you to be the monster that I envisioned. I want Soul Reaver to dominate APW. But at some point I can not deny the reality that you have been anything BUT a monster. Soul Reaver, you know that Thomas Fischer is a good man. You know that I don’t give up on ideas or people easily. But Soul Reaver, I am getting close to giving up on you. If you can not become the devastating force that I need you to be then this all goes away.”
Anger is building on the face of Soul Reaver. His breath quickens and his fists ball up.
“Your shortcomings in life were something I thought we could overcome. Instead of using this incredible gift that you have been given, you were wasting your life. I thought I could take you for that pathetic existence to something more meaningful. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you were born to be a disappointment. It would explain a lot. It would explain why you have pissed away this opportunity. It would explain why you have never amounted to anything.”
Soul Reaver’s anger has been replaced by rage.
“Maybe that’s why your mother left when you were a child. Maybe she realized that no matter how hard she tried you were always going to disappoint her. Maybe she decided that anything was better than life with you. Maybe she hurled herself off a bridge to get away from y…”
Soul Reaver explodes. He throws his fist around the neck of Dr. Fischer. His grip tightens and fear fills Fischer’s eyes. The oxygen sensor hooked to Fischer beeps wildly. The door flies open and Fischer’s nurse rushes in. Her eyes go wide as she realizes that Soul Reaver is strangling her boss. She tries to pry Reaver’s massing fingers off the neck of Fischer but realizes that her efforts are futile. She starts beating on the mammoth’s chest.
“LET GO! YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING HIM!!!”
Her words appear to sink in as Soul Reaver finally releases his grip. The oxygen sensor continues to beep wildly and she quickly hooks up the nasal cannula which feeds Fishchers the oxygen he desperately needs. The nurse then turns to Reaver.
“Get out of here! I’m calling the police!
“NO!”
Fischer’s electronic voice cuts through the tense air. Reaver and the nurse both turn to look at the wheelchair-bound man.
“Soul Reaver, use that rage on Smith Jones. If you can summon that rage on Monday Night then Smith Jones will be defeated. It’s the only way you will defeat him. If you want to show all of us that you are not an embarrassment then you will go out there and you will beat Smith Jones. You will use this rage to lay waste to anyone that crosses your path. Soul Reaver this is what I want you to be. You need anger. You need this fire. Soul Reaver, you can become everything we have talked about. You can become the monster that we all fear. You can become the single greatest force this sport has ever seen. But you can’t do it unless you unleash that fire that has been burning in you since the day your cunt mother left. Use that as fuel and watch the rest of the world burn.”
Fischer lets silence fall on the room. Reaver is still seething. The nurse remains on guard.
“Now, both of you leave.”
Reaver and the nurse both reluctantly leave. Fischer is left alone in the massive room. His wheelchair slowly turns until he is looking directly into the camera.
“Smith Jones, I have failed to properly motivate Soul Reaver. He has fallen to men far less than you. Normally one does not lose to El Muertos and then go on to beat Smith Jones. Quite frankly people don’t beat Smith Jones very often as it is. You see Jones, I am well aware of you and your accomplishments. This isn’t like every other match Soul Reaver has been in. This match isn’t about ridding this company of the filth. APW is lucky to have you. Your name is the one that they put on the marquee. I know better than anyone that you are the most decorated wrestler in this company. You have had an illustrious career. You have dominated this sport for years. You are the best wrestler in this company. Soul Reaver does not have the training that you have or the experience. He does not have the in-ring acumen that you do. You hold advantages in many areas this week. I know that. But I also know that Soul Reaver is a freak of nature. His size and strength is unparalleled.”
“You’re not an idiot. You know how difficult it is to be in the ring with someone that size. It requires a completely different approach. His size alone changes things logistically. I fully anticipate that you will adapt to being in the ring with someone that size. But I also fully expect Soul Reaver to be properly motivated for the first time in APW. I expect for Reaver to come out with unbridled rage that we have not seen. The world will see for the first time what he is truly capable of.”
“APW will see Soul Reaver dismantle the only two-time APW champion. APW will see the monster that I have been dreaming of unleashing on this sport. APW will see that Soul Reaver is someone to be feared. APW will see for the first time that Soul Reaver is a force to be reckoned with. Jones, get ready for the fight of your life.”
“Motivation is something that I have never struggled with. When I decide to do something it gets done. The same happens when I want someone else to accomplish a task. When I ran companies, my employees would run through walls for me if I asked them to. Motivating people has always been a strength. Usually, I can sell people on my ideas. I can convince them that my ideas are correct and they should feel the exact same way I do. If we’re being honest, sometimes my motivation borders on manipulation. In this business world, manipulation gets things done. But let’s return to calling it motivation.”
“When I met Soul Reaver I knew right away that he had the physical tools to be incredibly successful in this line of work. I knew that I could ‘motivate’ him to have the impact that I want to have in professional wrestling. I believed that Soul Reaver could see things the way that I see them. The hordes of hacky, talentless nobodies that call themselves professional wrestlers need to be thinned. I thought with the right motivation he could be the one to do that. I thought Soul Reaver would grasp the Bloodlines mission and be able to help us take over APW.”
Silence.
“I was wrong. Soul Reaver did not embrace my message. My motivating fell on deaf ears. The Soul Reaver that I envisioned tearing through APW has been nowhere to be seen. Loss after loss has accumulated and there isn’t a soul on this roster that truly fears this monster. It’s unacceptable. Soul Reaver should strike fear in every competitor’s heart. Losing to someone like El Muertos kills that. El Muertos is a nobody and he pinned Soul Reaver. The lights did go out in the match and the referee did end up down, but that is no excuse. Soul Reaver should never allow himself to be pinned by someone like that.”
“Motivation is the key to Soul Reaver. Until now, I have struggled to find the correct motivation. So it is time to try something new. We will see if Soul Reaver is truly a monster or if I need to put him down and find someone who CAN impose my will. Bring him in.”
Dr. Fischers assistant was sitting on a couch along the wall. She stands up and opens the wooden double doors. She returns a few seconds later with Soul Reaver. The giant moves towards Fischer. Fischer’s chair continues to be pointed towards the window as the voice comes back to life.
“Soul Reaver, saying that your start in APW has been a disappointment would be an understatement. The fact is that you have been pathetic. Look at yourself. You are by far the most physically imposing man in all of APW. There isn’t anyone on this roster who should be able to compete with you. You are bigger and stronger than every so-called ‘wrestler’ in APW. And yet, you have failed to win a single match that meant anything. The only success you have had in APW came when you beat Blue Trunks. Congrats. You beat one of the worst wrestlers in all of APW.”
“Soul Reaver, I have been embarrassed by you. I envisioned greatness for us. I envisioned you and I leaving a wake of bodies behind as we took over APW. I have given you everything you could possibly need to be successful. I rescued you from a life of mediocrity and I gave you the world. I brought in the best of the best to prepare you for a career as a professional wrestler. You have been given a home. You have been given a chance to be special. Soul Reaver, I did not do all of that so that you can embarrass me. When I picked you, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that you would lose to someone like El Muertos. I have never been as ashamed of someone as I am of you.”
“Maybe you’re not special. Maybe you deserve the life you had before I saved you. Maybe you were born to be an embarrassment. The finest trainers, dieticians, and experts haven’t been able to help you. When are given all of the tools to succeed and you fail the problem is you. Soul Reaver. I care about you. I want you to be the monster that I envisioned. I want Soul Reaver to dominate APW. But at some point I can not deny the reality that you have been anything BUT a monster. Soul Reaver, you know that Thomas Fischer is a good man. You know that I don’t give up on ideas or people easily. But Soul Reaver, I am getting close to giving up on you. If you can not become the devastating force that I need you to be then this all goes away.”
Anger is building on the face of Soul Reaver. His breath quickens and his fists ball up.
“Your shortcomings in life were something I thought we could overcome. Instead of using this incredible gift that you have been given, you were wasting your life. I thought I could take you for that pathetic existence to something more meaningful. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you were born to be a disappointment. It would explain a lot. It would explain why you have pissed away this opportunity. It would explain why you have never amounted to anything.”
Soul Reaver’s anger has been replaced by rage.
“Maybe that’s why your mother left when you were a child. Maybe she realized that no matter how hard she tried you were always going to disappoint her. Maybe she decided that anything was better than life with you. Maybe she hurled herself off a bridge to get away from y…”
Soul Reaver explodes. He throws his fist around the neck of Dr. Fischer. His grip tightens and fear fills Fischer’s eyes. The oxygen sensor hooked to Fischer beeps wildly. The door flies open and Fischer’s nurse rushes in. Her eyes go wide as she realizes that Soul Reaver is strangling her boss. She tries to pry Reaver’s massing fingers off the neck of Fischer but realizes that her efforts are futile. She starts beating on the mammoth’s chest.
“LET GO! YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING HIM!!!”
Her words appear to sink in as Soul Reaver finally releases his grip. The oxygen sensor continues to beep wildly and she quickly hooks up the nasal cannula which feeds Fishchers the oxygen he desperately needs. The nurse then turns to Reaver.
“Get out of here! I’m calling the police!
“NO!”
Fischer’s electronic voice cuts through the tense air. Reaver and the nurse both turn to look at the wheelchair-bound man.
“Soul Reaver, use that rage on Smith Jones. If you can summon that rage on Monday Night then Smith Jones will be defeated. It’s the only way you will defeat him. If you want to show all of us that you are not an embarrassment then you will go out there and you will beat Smith Jones. You will use this rage to lay waste to anyone that crosses your path. Soul Reaver this is what I want you to be. You need anger. You need this fire. Soul Reaver, you can become everything we have talked about. You can become the monster that we all fear. You can become the single greatest force this sport has ever seen. But you can’t do it unless you unleash that fire that has been burning in you since the day your cunt mother left. Use that as fuel and watch the rest of the world burn.”
Fischer lets silence fall on the room. Reaver is still seething. The nurse remains on guard.
“Now, both of you leave.”
Reaver and the nurse both reluctantly leave. Fischer is left alone in the massive room. His wheelchair slowly turns until he is looking directly into the camera.
“Smith Jones, I have failed to properly motivate Soul Reaver. He has fallen to men far less than you. Normally one does not lose to El Muertos and then go on to beat Smith Jones. Quite frankly people don’t beat Smith Jones very often as it is. You see Jones, I am well aware of you and your accomplishments. This isn’t like every other match Soul Reaver has been in. This match isn’t about ridding this company of the filth. APW is lucky to have you. Your name is the one that they put on the marquee. I know better than anyone that you are the most decorated wrestler in this company. You have had an illustrious career. You have dominated this sport for years. You are the best wrestler in this company. Soul Reaver does not have the training that you have or the experience. He does not have the in-ring acumen that you do. You hold advantages in many areas this week. I know that. But I also know that Soul Reaver is a freak of nature. His size and strength is unparalleled.”
“You’re not an idiot. You know how difficult it is to be in the ring with someone that size. It requires a completely different approach. His size alone changes things logistically. I fully anticipate that you will adapt to being in the ring with someone that size. But I also fully expect Soul Reaver to be properly motivated for the first time in APW. I expect for Reaver to come out with unbridled rage that we have not seen. The world will see for the first time what he is truly capable of.”
“APW will see Soul Reaver dismantle the only two-time APW champion. APW will see the monster that I have been dreaming of unleashing on this sport. APW will see that Soul Reaver is someone to be feared. APW will see for the first time that Soul Reaver is a force to be reckoned with. Jones, get ready for the fight of your life.”
End
