Post by jasonryan on Aug 23, 2021 0:24:50 GMT -5
The music of The Dreamkiller begins to play and the fans boo loudly as Jason Ryan walks onto the stage. Aside from a couple of missteps, Jason Ryan has been on the warpath in recent months. Jason looks at the camera and gives his demented grin before slowly walking down the ramp, making a big show of cupping his hand over his ear and listening to the fans hurl abuse and trash at him, championship in hand.
Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Jason heads over to the timekeeper's area and grabs a microphone then hops on the apron. With a smug smile he mockingly bows to the fans before entering the ring. After looking around at the fans, he moves his arms as if he were a conducting, conducting his orchestra and finishes with another mocking bow. He then sits in the middle of the ring cross legged.
Are you done?
The fans only boo louder in response
That's cool, take your time. I mean, I'm one of the money makers on this show so if I can have an easy night, that's fine with me... Just kidding, you fuckers get to shut up now.
Die Jason Die! Die Jason Die! Die Jason Die!
Jason merely laughs and waves the fans off.
I can tell you people are unhappy with what you see before you and that is me, holding on to one of the titles here, having proved myself as one of the people pulling the wagon around here. Don't worry you are not alone in your resentment for me. After all, I proved everyone wrong in the back, established myself as a true threat rendered any and all criticisms null and void. of course they still bitch and moan, Jinny boy for example just cannot keep his herpes infested mouth shut about me but much like those little brats he fights for, his voice was meant to be silent. Which by the way, Jin, enjoy their admiration while you can. Because soon, they'll no longer be around, However I am not totally heartless, l so for the time being, I will not ruin your world, but one day, you will come home, to nothing. Since you can't learn to keep my name out of your mouth, in time those you love will have to pay for your foolishness and the price will be fatal. But that is for a later time and place. I am here to talk about a certain rodent that has asked to be squashed underneath my boot,
Jason takes a moment to drink in more boos before continuing
I have heard everything you people have had to say. I have read everything you have said on the internet, yes people I am one of the four views your wrestling blogs full of spelling errors and grammar mistakes gets on a weekly basis. Of course I am not fluent in dumbass but thankfully that's why we have the idiots on commentary so they can be useful for once in his life and translate. And I know that you people want Sara to beat me in our upcoming match and go on to one day grace the top of the pecking order. You people would like to see that right?
The fans cheer then boo when Jason tells them what he thinks of that idea by way of two choice fingers being raised at them
You clamor for it, you hope for it, dare I say, even dream for it. But here's the thing people, while you may want that for Sara and while she certainly dreams of that, I'm afraid this Cinderella run will not have a happy ending. Now I love a good underdog story as much as anyone else, who doesn't? But the thing is, while I may call myself The Dreamkiller, I am in fact only the executioner for the condemned. You want to know who is truly to blame for people's dreams dying? Look in the mirror.
Jason gets to his feet
You people are the ones who sentences dreams to be killed. You have done that for so many, some names you know, some you don't from other promotions. Angelo Caito. Joshua Scott. Arrow. Buddy Ace. Brandon Henderix. Apex. I could go on and on about people whose dreams have met their end by my hands, not by my choice but because you people demanded it. You are in fact the true Dreamkiller and you have chosen Sara to be my next victim. Sara wants to become a champion as all of us do, and while I can respect the determination, what really has me licking my chops is the hope she has that radiates through her. I cannot wait to devour her hope, to crush her soul and to kill her dreams in front of all of you. And when she sits in the middle of the ring, wondering where she went wrong, I want you people to remember this moment. Now, this is a non title match. Because let’s be honest, Sara hasn’t done a damn thing, a damn thing to get a shot at my title. And even if she had, you repulsive parasites wouldn’t deserve to see me put my title on the line. So a non title match is all Sara gets. She should feel privileged to even get that. At first I was going to take this week off but it’s been a while since I’ve been slumming, so I thought, why not?
Jason holds a finger in front of his lips
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Jason sits on top of the ropes as fans boo even louder. to the point it is deafening.
Sara, I know you are watching. Listen here, girl, you repugnant urchin, life is not a movie. Underdog stories are not true, Cinderella runs do not have a happy ending. I don't care how many times you've wished upon a star, thinking it doesn't matter who you are. You are coming into the lair of The Dreamkiller and when you face me in my ring, it does matter! And I am going to be the one who shows you, once and for all, that dreams do not come true. A paper tiger, no matter how well built, cannot survive the wrath of a hurricane. make no mistake about it Sara, you are the paper tiger in said example. Now Sara's story is indeed inspiring but the only part I care about, is the one I get to write when I beat her and take what should have been mine from the start. You see, by beating her, I will further my case to be the one to face the winner of Jin and Sierra. Of course I plan on winning the battle royal at Remembrance. But should plans go awry, by destroying Sara, I will be the next logical choice and the one who signs my checks is not stupid, unlike the daft dipshit who runs Legacy.
Jason winks at the camera then continues.
I'm going to end Sara's career people. Whether it be figuratively or literally, Sara is on borrowed time and through her destruction, I will cause each and every one of you to suffer. All of you who have put your blind faith and hope into Sara will be crushed when I crush her throat and become the reason she can no longer wrestle! And it is through your disappointment I will grow stronger and stronger.
Jason exits the ring and stands on the steel steps
I started my career as The Anarchist in 2018, I won championships, ended careers, then I became The Last Outlaw. I then went to Hollywood and not only became one of the greatest wrestlers of all time but one of the best actors of all time. Now I have ascended into the one who kills dreams, devours hope and crushes souls. But fear not for one of the two Revolution 1 World championships will soon be draped over my shoulder while I drape my International Championship over my other shoulder. I’m the Emperor Palpatine of the wrestling business and quite plainly and quite simply, Sara just doesn’t have what it takes to be Luke Skywalker! Let the saga of The Dreamkiller begin. Because Jason Ryan is now, before you.
Jason makes a show of drinking in the boos and verbal abuse hurled at him before hopping off the steel steps and walking up the ramp, heading towards the locker room.
Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Jason heads over to the timekeeper's area and grabs a microphone then hops on the apron. With a smug smile he mockingly bows to the fans before entering the ring. After looking around at the fans, he moves his arms as if he were a conducting, conducting his orchestra and finishes with another mocking bow. He then sits in the middle of the ring cross legged.
Are you done?
The fans only boo louder in response
That's cool, take your time. I mean, I'm one of the money makers on this show so if I can have an easy night, that's fine with me... Just kidding, you fuckers get to shut up now.
Die Jason Die! Die Jason Die! Die Jason Die!
Jason merely laughs and waves the fans off.
I can tell you people are unhappy with what you see before you and that is me, holding on to one of the titles here, having proved myself as one of the people pulling the wagon around here. Don't worry you are not alone in your resentment for me. After all, I proved everyone wrong in the back, established myself as a true threat rendered any and all criticisms null and void. of course they still bitch and moan, Jinny boy for example just cannot keep his herpes infested mouth shut about me but much like those little brats he fights for, his voice was meant to be silent. Which by the way, Jin, enjoy their admiration while you can. Because soon, they'll no longer be around, However I am not totally heartless, l so for the time being, I will not ruin your world, but one day, you will come home, to nothing. Since you can't learn to keep my name out of your mouth, in time those you love will have to pay for your foolishness and the price will be fatal. But that is for a later time and place. I am here to talk about a certain rodent that has asked to be squashed underneath my boot,
Jason takes a moment to drink in more boos before continuing
I have heard everything you people have had to say. I have read everything you have said on the internet, yes people I am one of the four views your wrestling blogs full of spelling errors and grammar mistakes gets on a weekly basis. Of course I am not fluent in dumbass but thankfully that's why we have the idiots on commentary so they can be useful for once in his life and translate. And I know that you people want Sara to beat me in our upcoming match and go on to one day grace the top of the pecking order. You people would like to see that right?
The fans cheer then boo when Jason tells them what he thinks of that idea by way of two choice fingers being raised at them
You clamor for it, you hope for it, dare I say, even dream for it. But here's the thing people, while you may want that for Sara and while she certainly dreams of that, I'm afraid this Cinderella run will not have a happy ending. Now I love a good underdog story as much as anyone else, who doesn't? But the thing is, while I may call myself The Dreamkiller, I am in fact only the executioner for the condemned. You want to know who is truly to blame for people's dreams dying? Look in the mirror.
Jason gets to his feet
You people are the ones who sentences dreams to be killed. You have done that for so many, some names you know, some you don't from other promotions. Angelo Caito. Joshua Scott. Arrow. Buddy Ace. Brandon Henderix. Apex. I could go on and on about people whose dreams have met their end by my hands, not by my choice but because you people demanded it. You are in fact the true Dreamkiller and you have chosen Sara to be my next victim. Sara wants to become a champion as all of us do, and while I can respect the determination, what really has me licking my chops is the hope she has that radiates through her. I cannot wait to devour her hope, to crush her soul and to kill her dreams in front of all of you. And when she sits in the middle of the ring, wondering where she went wrong, I want you people to remember this moment. Now, this is a non title match. Because let’s be honest, Sara hasn’t done a damn thing, a damn thing to get a shot at my title. And even if she had, you repulsive parasites wouldn’t deserve to see me put my title on the line. So a non title match is all Sara gets. She should feel privileged to even get that. At first I was going to take this week off but it’s been a while since I’ve been slumming, so I thought, why not?
Jason holds a finger in front of his lips
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Jason sits on top of the ropes as fans boo even louder. to the point it is deafening.
Sara, I know you are watching. Listen here, girl, you repugnant urchin, life is not a movie. Underdog stories are not true, Cinderella runs do not have a happy ending. I don't care how many times you've wished upon a star, thinking it doesn't matter who you are. You are coming into the lair of The Dreamkiller and when you face me in my ring, it does matter! And I am going to be the one who shows you, once and for all, that dreams do not come true. A paper tiger, no matter how well built, cannot survive the wrath of a hurricane. make no mistake about it Sara, you are the paper tiger in said example. Now Sara's story is indeed inspiring but the only part I care about, is the one I get to write when I beat her and take what should have been mine from the start. You see, by beating her, I will further my case to be the one to face the winner of Jin and Sierra. Of course I plan on winning the battle royal at Remembrance. But should plans go awry, by destroying Sara, I will be the next logical choice and the one who signs my checks is not stupid, unlike the daft dipshit who runs Legacy.
Jason winks at the camera then continues.
I'm going to end Sara's career people. Whether it be figuratively or literally, Sara is on borrowed time and through her destruction, I will cause each and every one of you to suffer. All of you who have put your blind faith and hope into Sara will be crushed when I crush her throat and become the reason she can no longer wrestle! And it is through your disappointment I will grow stronger and stronger.
Jason exits the ring and stands on the steel steps
I started my career as The Anarchist in 2018, I won championships, ended careers, then I became The Last Outlaw. I then went to Hollywood and not only became one of the greatest wrestlers of all time but one of the best actors of all time. Now I have ascended into the one who kills dreams, devours hope and crushes souls. But fear not for one of the two Revolution 1 World championships will soon be draped over my shoulder while I drape my International Championship over my other shoulder. I’m the Emperor Palpatine of the wrestling business and quite plainly and quite simply, Sara just doesn’t have what it takes to be Luke Skywalker! Let the saga of The Dreamkiller begin. Because Jason Ryan is now, before you.
Jason makes a show of drinking in the boos and verbal abuse hurled at him before hopping off the steel steps and walking up the ramp, heading towards the locker room.