Post by jasonryan on Jun 21, 2021 15:13:51 GMT -5
We see Jason sitting at his dining room table. Aside from him the room is empty. He stares at a framed picture of himself at BPZ Survivor Series 2018, his foot planted on Angeo’s chest.
Life never ceases to amaze me. To think I am being forced to team with a man I hate with a passion. A man I wouldn’t piss on if he were on fire, a man I have made my bitch time and time again, a man whose little Hall of Fame ring I plan on destroying one day. The bane of my existence, a man I hate more than I have anything else.
Jason chuckles and looks at the camera
Angelo, I find it funny you say this is pretty much. Two on one handicap match. You have zero room to talk. You have nothing to stand on. I have beaten you twice, and had the window lockers not gotten involved, I would’ve beat you again. But I’m okay with having to deal with you in the upcoming championship match. Where I will deny you gold once again. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on your face when once again I prove to you just how worthless you are. How weak you are. So I will indulge this stupid match, but don’t think I’m going to be putting any effort in it. I do not care for the result.
Jason leans back in his chair
But let’s not kid ourselves Angelo, you’re the weak link here. I mean, I can call all your former partners you’ve had. You know, the people who have turned on you because all you’ve ever done is hold them back? All the protégés you’ve had, all the times you thought you had a friend in this business, and how hard all that turned out? You, face down in the ring after someone else dropped your ass. And you want to know why that is?
Jason leans forward with a smirk
Because Angelo, you are weak. You have always been weak. And your weakness is a virus that spreads. Everyone affiliated with you suffers because you have to drag everyone down along with you. And don’t even get me started how impossible you are to deal with backstage. No one sticks with you for long because you’re so impossible to deal with. You’re like a rich girl with daddy issues. Everything has to go the way you want it otherwise you throw a temper tantrum and make it everyone’s problem.
Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar. He lights it and inhales.
You Angelo need to wake up and face the facts. You are the weak link here. How many times have you promised your legions and legions of fans that support you, that you are going to do things for them? That you will win matches for them? And each time you’ve broken that promise haven’t you? You want to take me down so badly but you know that will never happen. You will always fail to get the job done, and there’s no changing it.
Jason takes a drag of his cigar
Ya know, I hold all the cards. I don’t have to show up for the match, in fact, why should I? I could let them destroy you while I watch from the comfort of my home. That way, I wouldn’t have to deal with you. But then again, I want to be the one who ends your career. And trust me Angelo, there will be a day, I put an end to you for good. But for now, I need you to take a pin fall like a good little bitch. Or perhaps I will turn on you and help the Left Handjob take you out. Or maybe I’ll wait till after the match before splitting you skull open.
Jason looks down at the table
When we had our battle at Survivor Series in 2018 I told you to let it go. I told you to cease fucking with me, and what have you done? The thing I told you not to do. I’ve beaten you at your own game. I nearly ruined your life and I recently spoiled your comeback. You are a glutton for punishment. But if you want to keep getting in my way, I’ll be more than happy to kick you down in the dirt where you belong.
Jason flicks ashes and takes a drink from a flask
I already have my title match. I don’t need this match. So Angelo you have one of two options. Either save us both time and effort because we both know I don’t plan on tagging in, and lay down. Or… if you somehow manage to win, which you won’t, I’ll be claiming the victory for myself. And if you even think about tagging me in, I’ve no problem in giving up the victory just to screw you over. So try for the victory and get beaten down, or just lay down so I can leave, whatever works for you. Because I honestly don’t care. My concern lies with ripping another title away from you. I see you soon, brother.
Jason puts his cigar out on the picture.
Life never ceases to amaze me. To think I am being forced to team with a man I hate with a passion. A man I wouldn’t piss on if he were on fire, a man I have made my bitch time and time again, a man whose little Hall of Fame ring I plan on destroying one day. The bane of my existence, a man I hate more than I have anything else.
Jason chuckles and looks at the camera
Angelo, I find it funny you say this is pretty much. Two on one handicap match. You have zero room to talk. You have nothing to stand on. I have beaten you twice, and had the window lockers not gotten involved, I would’ve beat you again. But I’m okay with having to deal with you in the upcoming championship match. Where I will deny you gold once again. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on your face when once again I prove to you just how worthless you are. How weak you are. So I will indulge this stupid match, but don’t think I’m going to be putting any effort in it. I do not care for the result.
Jason leans back in his chair
But let’s not kid ourselves Angelo, you’re the weak link here. I mean, I can call all your former partners you’ve had. You know, the people who have turned on you because all you’ve ever done is hold them back? All the protégés you’ve had, all the times you thought you had a friend in this business, and how hard all that turned out? You, face down in the ring after someone else dropped your ass. And you want to know why that is?
Jason leans forward with a smirk
Because Angelo, you are weak. You have always been weak. And your weakness is a virus that spreads. Everyone affiliated with you suffers because you have to drag everyone down along with you. And don’t even get me started how impossible you are to deal with backstage. No one sticks with you for long because you’re so impossible to deal with. You’re like a rich girl with daddy issues. Everything has to go the way you want it otherwise you throw a temper tantrum and make it everyone’s problem.
Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar. He lights it and inhales.
You Angelo need to wake up and face the facts. You are the weak link here. How many times have you promised your legions and legions of fans that support you, that you are going to do things for them? That you will win matches for them? And each time you’ve broken that promise haven’t you? You want to take me down so badly but you know that will never happen. You will always fail to get the job done, and there’s no changing it.
Jason takes a drag of his cigar
Ya know, I hold all the cards. I don’t have to show up for the match, in fact, why should I? I could let them destroy you while I watch from the comfort of my home. That way, I wouldn’t have to deal with you. But then again, I want to be the one who ends your career. And trust me Angelo, there will be a day, I put an end to you for good. But for now, I need you to take a pin fall like a good little bitch. Or perhaps I will turn on you and help the Left Handjob take you out. Or maybe I’ll wait till after the match before splitting you skull open.
Jason looks down at the table
When we had our battle at Survivor Series in 2018 I told you to let it go. I told you to cease fucking with me, and what have you done? The thing I told you not to do. I’ve beaten you at your own game. I nearly ruined your life and I recently spoiled your comeback. You are a glutton for punishment. But if you want to keep getting in my way, I’ll be more than happy to kick you down in the dirt where you belong.
Jason flicks ashes and takes a drink from a flask
I already have my title match. I don’t need this match. So Angelo you have one of two options. Either save us both time and effort because we both know I don’t plan on tagging in, and lay down. Or… if you somehow manage to win, which you won’t, I’ll be claiming the victory for myself. And if you even think about tagging me in, I’ve no problem in giving up the victory just to screw you over. So try for the victory and get beaten down, or just lay down so I can leave, whatever works for you. Because I honestly don’t care. My concern lies with ripping another title away from you. I see you soon, brother.
Jason puts his cigar out on the picture.