Post by jasonryan on Jun 7, 2021 12:33:39 GMT -5
We see Jason sitting backstage at a round wooden table staring at an hourglass. Standing at the back wall is his personal security team.He drums his fingers on the table and doesn't notice an interviewer walking up to him. At first, Jason does not acknowledge the interviewer, ignoring her requests to ask him questions. Finally, he looks at her.
I believe I've told you before you are not permitted to question me. Only the brave or the foolish defy me. Which are you?
The interviewer opens her mouth but Jason holds up a hand to silence her.
I suppose technically both make you brave and I can respect that. So I will allow you three questions before you leave my sight. Have a seat.
The interviewer sits at the wooden table and asks her first question.
No one has heard from you lately, care to explain?
Jason chuckles and looks at her
Simple. I have deleted my social media. I have grown tired of it, talking to others is too much of a mind-numbing chore. Sierra is an overgrown toddler, Jin is so desperate for people to like him it drives me to wretch, Jessie's constant lectures and badgering get old after a while, if I wanted her to give her opinion about me, I'd ask. But, since I don't value anyone's opinion, or people in general, she can keep it to herself. And everyone else has nothing interesting to say. It's all mundane bullshit their own mothers don't care about. Let me get one thing clear, I don't like anyone here. I despise most of the talent and the few I don't hate, I do not care for. Unlike the others trying to be all buddy-buddy, I am not putting up an act. You idiots honestly think I cannot see how you truly are? Jin, Sora, Jessie, Sierra, all of you, you're all snakes, trying to earn each other trust before you turn on each other. I refuse to ever even attempt to ally myself with any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you're all repulsive slugs. You preach respect, not understanding respect is for fools.
Jason leans back on his chair and drinks from a flask
You may ask your second question.
You have a match against Cerise, leader of the Left Hand. What are your thoughts?
Jason chuckles again.
I love how this little stable has everyone scared shitless. They are so convinced that the Left Hand is such a threat that we all have to band together to combat these foes before they destroy this company. Yeah, we're all in this together, let's all hold hands and sing songs, everybody!
Jason rolls his eyes and lights a cigar. He offers one to the interviewer who waves him away. Jason's eyes flash dangerously.
You may want to re-consider. When I offer you a cigar, you smoke the damn thing and thank me profusely.
With a resigned sigh, the interviewer accepts. Jason lights the cigar for her. The interviewer reluctantly takes a drag looking disgusted.
As for me, I am actually rooting for Cerise's stable. I want her to kill this company, cause I hate it too. The only reason I do not demand my release is that that would cause a 90-day no-compete to be activated. So I am waiting until my contract expires and simply will not resign, that way that pesky little stipulation won't be an issue. I want everyone here to be out of work, it won't affect me at all. I have plenty of money. So what do I care if everyone else is forced out of her? And I must confess I enjoy seeing people suffer. It makes me smile, does that make me sick? Perhaps. Now, allow me to be clear, I am in no way saying I wish to join the Left Hand. I'm a lone wolf, I don't pal around with anyone. But as for the mission statement, I'm all for it and would like to see Cerise succeed. In fact, I'd like to make an investment in the Left Hand, to further aid them in their goal.
Jason grabs his checkbook and writes out a check. He hands it to a member of his personal security team.
Deliver this to Cerise. Explain this is to aid her in whatever expenses she needs in her goal.
Wordlessly the guard nods and walks out of frame.
Ask your final question.
Okay. What if you lose to Cerise, what will you do?[/font]
... Get out.
What?
Jason stands and throws his chair to the side.
GET OUT!
The interviewer hurries out of frame. Red-faced Jason faces the camera, breathing hard.
I have had enough of being mocked and spat upon. Let me tell you people just who the fuck I am. Multiple-time champion, I have been a double champion twice, a triple champion once, two-time world champion in other federations, and I've not been in this business for even 5 years! I have defeated Hall of Famers, whether they are deserving of that accolade or not, isn't that right Angelo who only has his ring so he would shut the fuck up and not because he is deserving.
Jason rests his palms on the wooden table
In regards to this business, I am of the elite. I have devastated entire federations. I will one day be in the Hall of Fame as the most decorated wrestler of all time. Yet in this company, I have been treated as a commoner when I am fucking royalty in this business! And I will not tolerate it anymore! it is time for me to take what is mine, I will not be anyone's second, even yours Cerise. So I am going to make an example out of you. I am going to use you to send a message that Jason Ryan is done fucking around. Let me be very clear, your little group cannot save you, if you even think about getting your group involved I will end your career. If they even look at me wrong backstage, I promise you, it will result in me package piledriving you so much you'll spend the rest of your days in a rehabilitation center where your one and only goal in life will be to someday walk again! Each meal you consume will be sipped through a straw, you will lose all independence and your life will become a cycle you can not control. And the only thing Cerise you will have left will be your failed mission statement and it will be your fault.
Jason's voice drops to a hoarse whisper
As for the rest of you, all of you have crossed the line that you can't come back from. And I promise. You. Will. Pay.
I believe I've told you before you are not permitted to question me. Only the brave or the foolish defy me. Which are you?
The interviewer opens her mouth but Jason holds up a hand to silence her.
I suppose technically both make you brave and I can respect that. So I will allow you three questions before you leave my sight. Have a seat.
The interviewer sits at the wooden table and asks her first question.
No one has heard from you lately, care to explain?
Jason chuckles and looks at her
Simple. I have deleted my social media. I have grown tired of it, talking to others is too much of a mind-numbing chore. Sierra is an overgrown toddler, Jin is so desperate for people to like him it drives me to wretch, Jessie's constant lectures and badgering get old after a while, if I wanted her to give her opinion about me, I'd ask. But, since I don't value anyone's opinion, or people in general, she can keep it to herself. And everyone else has nothing interesting to say. It's all mundane bullshit their own mothers don't care about. Let me get one thing clear, I don't like anyone here. I despise most of the talent and the few I don't hate, I do not care for. Unlike the others trying to be all buddy-buddy, I am not putting up an act. You idiots honestly think I cannot see how you truly are? Jin, Sora, Jessie, Sierra, all of you, you're all snakes, trying to earn each other trust before you turn on each other. I refuse to ever even attempt to ally myself with any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you're all repulsive slugs. You preach respect, not understanding respect is for fools.
Jason leans back on his chair and drinks from a flask
You may ask your second question.
You have a match against Cerise, leader of the Left Hand. What are your thoughts?
Jason chuckles again.
I love how this little stable has everyone scared shitless. They are so convinced that the Left Hand is such a threat that we all have to band together to combat these foes before they destroy this company. Yeah, we're all in this together, let's all hold hands and sing songs, everybody!
Jason rolls his eyes and lights a cigar. He offers one to the interviewer who waves him away. Jason's eyes flash dangerously.
You may want to re-consider. When I offer you a cigar, you smoke the damn thing and thank me profusely.
With a resigned sigh, the interviewer accepts. Jason lights the cigar for her. The interviewer reluctantly takes a drag looking disgusted.
As for me, I am actually rooting for Cerise's stable. I want her to kill this company, cause I hate it too. The only reason I do not demand my release is that that would cause a 90-day no-compete to be activated. So I am waiting until my contract expires and simply will not resign, that way that pesky little stipulation won't be an issue. I want everyone here to be out of work, it won't affect me at all. I have plenty of money. So what do I care if everyone else is forced out of her? And I must confess I enjoy seeing people suffer. It makes me smile, does that make me sick? Perhaps. Now, allow me to be clear, I am in no way saying I wish to join the Left Hand. I'm a lone wolf, I don't pal around with anyone. But as for the mission statement, I'm all for it and would like to see Cerise succeed. In fact, I'd like to make an investment in the Left Hand, to further aid them in their goal.
Jason grabs his checkbook and writes out a check. He hands it to a member of his personal security team.
Deliver this to Cerise. Explain this is to aid her in whatever expenses she needs in her goal.
Wordlessly the guard nods and walks out of frame.
Ask your final question.
Okay. What if you lose to Cerise, what will you do?[/font]
... Get out.
What?
Jason stands and throws his chair to the side.
GET OUT!
The interviewer hurries out of frame. Red-faced Jason faces the camera, breathing hard.
I have had enough of being mocked and spat upon. Let me tell you people just who the fuck I am. Multiple-time champion, I have been a double champion twice, a triple champion once, two-time world champion in other federations, and I've not been in this business for even 5 years! I have defeated Hall of Famers, whether they are deserving of that accolade or not, isn't that right Angelo who only has his ring so he would shut the fuck up and not because he is deserving.
Jason rests his palms on the wooden table
In regards to this business, I am of the elite. I have devastated entire federations. I will one day be in the Hall of Fame as the most decorated wrestler of all time. Yet in this company, I have been treated as a commoner when I am fucking royalty in this business! And I will not tolerate it anymore! it is time for me to take what is mine, I will not be anyone's second, even yours Cerise. So I am going to make an example out of you. I am going to use you to send a message that Jason Ryan is done fucking around. Let me be very clear, your little group cannot save you, if you even think about getting your group involved I will end your career. If they even look at me wrong backstage, I promise you, it will result in me package piledriving you so much you'll spend the rest of your days in a rehabilitation center where your one and only goal in life will be to someday walk again! Each meal you consume will be sipped through a straw, you will lose all independence and your life will become a cycle you can not control. And the only thing Cerise you will have left will be your failed mission statement and it will be your fault.
Jason's voice drops to a hoarse whisper
As for the rest of you, all of you have crossed the line that you can't come back from. And I promise. You. Will. Pay.