Post by jasonryan on Oct 4, 2021 13:18:50 GMT -5
Jason is sitting in the Beartooth mountains near his Montana home, staring at a fire, International Championship in his head. He looks down at it, sitting in a tree stump and begins to speak softly and deliberately.
My resolve serves as my response. Of course, none of you in Revolution 1 understand either. Even if I were to explain what I mean and what I am truly doing, I doubt very strongly you would be able to understand. But let’s say I take the time regardless.
Jason looks up at the camera
None of you will be able to relate to this, but even as an infant, I was destined to bring about great change. My family, the Ryans, have been around for centuries, serving the true creators of this world, The High Ones. They are the ones responsible for every notable human event, working behind the scenes, manipulating you all like puppets. And as the first born of the current generation of Ryans, the duty of enacting their well was thrust upon me. None of you can possibly fathom being set apart nor the expectations that come with it. The High Ones have chosen me to bring an end to this reality and guide the reality that will follow. This Cycle has been around ever since the dawn of man. None of you, most of all you Toni can understand, but I suppose I shouldn’t hold that against you. All of you are just mere men and women. Whereas once The Cycle of the High Ones concludes and starts anew, I will become a Messiah.
Jason looks up at the gray sky as it begins to rain.
And because I have been given such a role, it means I am above all of you. Of course, this reality cannot be saved. And that means Revolution 1 must die. This is unavoidable. For the the cycle to properly conclude, all in the current reality must be erased. And for it to be erased, it must be conquered. Which is why I am here, I will start with Revolution 1 and my plan to take over this federation is well under way. I already have the International championship in my possession and have forced the one with the longest reign with this belt to bend the knee to me. I erased Angelo for daring to defy me. And I am just getting started. I do not need a world title for my mission to be completed. This title will do nicely, for those that hold gold, hold the power. If I desire, I can just take this belt and go elsewhere, only showing up for every penny the owner can scrap together. Such is the power a champion wields. As long as I hold this title, all my thoughts and words are absolute. And you Toni, are unfit and unworthy to take this title from me.
The rain to begins to pour steadily
Only select few can become champion, just as only select few will survive the purge of The High Ones. And because of my status as one of the chosen ones, that makes my life infinity more valuable than yours Toni. It’s not your fault you ultimately have served no purpose in this world, you just were not meant to. None of us can escape our calling. You cannot cease being a failure anymore than I can cease being what I am. Nor do you have hope in overcoming me in our upcoming conflict. To think otherwise is just delusion, before you rebuttal, I urge you to truly consider my words. Compare our feats in this business, or rather, compare our two lives. One of us has become greater than the other, you are just ordinary in every sense of the word. Whereas I have affected the world in such a way, none can ignore me. You are not a threat to me. You are nothing but a commoner, challenging a king, an conquerer, an emperor, dare I say it, a god, to battle. Surely you know you cannot triumph.
Jason gives a mocking bow
I am not trying to demean you child, you don’t need my help for that trust me. I am merely telling the truth. Your inadequacies are not your fault, you were born plagued unable to be good enough. I was not, I have known since birth I am indeed good enough and I have shown it ever since. And I will show you, just how much of a difference being chosen is, in our battle where fittingly, the one who is able to stand tall will be the victor. How unfortunate for you Toni, to be in a match that tests one’s endurance and willingness to take punishment, traits you have never shown. And this time, you won't be able to win by some cheap trick.
Jason stands and watches the fire begin to dwindle in the rain.
Your goal of taking my beloved championship away is like this fire you see. Desperate to bring even amidst the rain. You entertain this dream even though it is unattainable. Perhaps you are unaware why I am called The Dreamkiller. Because I allow people to foster dreams of defeating me, of triumphing against me. Only to take their dreams, and crush it beneath my boot. Ask Mister Hendrix if you don’t believe me. When he crossed me, I nearly ended his wretched life, the only reason I let him cling on instead of doing him a mercy and causing his weak pathetic heart altogether, was on a whim. With you, I won’t be so merciful. I am going to beat you down, I am going to rip your dream out of you, and I am going to destroy it. If you went to school, you’ll recall reading about how many young men lied about their ages to fight in World War 2. They too had dreams of being the hero and accomplishing great things, only to be met with the reality of war. And that is what you will experience, your dream of taking my title will be shattered by the reality of the Hell I will inflict upon you.
Jason shakes his head
Don’t not be mistaken, I am doing this out of benevolence. You would not be able to handle the pressures and responsibilities that come with holding this title. You are too weak, you don’t have what it takes. And you know something? You never will. You merely want this title, whereas I have a true need for it. My mission here will not be acknowledged without it. I cannot allow you to win, my vision is too important.
Jason grabs a large bucket of water and dumps it on whatever is left of the fire.
Much like that fire, I will quickly snuff out any hope you have.
Jason then scoops up a handful of ashes and slowly dumps them in the ground.
Of your hope, only ashes soaked by your tears will remain.
My resolve serves as my response. Of course, none of you in Revolution 1 understand either. Even if I were to explain what I mean and what I am truly doing, I doubt very strongly you would be able to understand. But let’s say I take the time regardless.
Jason looks up at the camera
None of you will be able to relate to this, but even as an infant, I was destined to bring about great change. My family, the Ryans, have been around for centuries, serving the true creators of this world, The High Ones. They are the ones responsible for every notable human event, working behind the scenes, manipulating you all like puppets. And as the first born of the current generation of Ryans, the duty of enacting their well was thrust upon me. None of you can possibly fathom being set apart nor the expectations that come with it. The High Ones have chosen me to bring an end to this reality and guide the reality that will follow. This Cycle has been around ever since the dawn of man. None of you, most of all you Toni can understand, but I suppose I shouldn’t hold that against you. All of you are just mere men and women. Whereas once The Cycle of the High Ones concludes and starts anew, I will become a Messiah.
Jason looks up at the gray sky as it begins to rain.
And because I have been given such a role, it means I am above all of you. Of course, this reality cannot be saved. And that means Revolution 1 must die. This is unavoidable. For the the cycle to properly conclude, all in the current reality must be erased. And for it to be erased, it must be conquered. Which is why I am here, I will start with Revolution 1 and my plan to take over this federation is well under way. I already have the International championship in my possession and have forced the one with the longest reign with this belt to bend the knee to me. I erased Angelo for daring to defy me. And I am just getting started. I do not need a world title for my mission to be completed. This title will do nicely, for those that hold gold, hold the power. If I desire, I can just take this belt and go elsewhere, only showing up for every penny the owner can scrap together. Such is the power a champion wields. As long as I hold this title, all my thoughts and words are absolute. And you Toni, are unfit and unworthy to take this title from me.
The rain to begins to pour steadily
Only select few can become champion, just as only select few will survive the purge of The High Ones. And because of my status as one of the chosen ones, that makes my life infinity more valuable than yours Toni. It’s not your fault you ultimately have served no purpose in this world, you just were not meant to. None of us can escape our calling. You cannot cease being a failure anymore than I can cease being what I am. Nor do you have hope in overcoming me in our upcoming conflict. To think otherwise is just delusion, before you rebuttal, I urge you to truly consider my words. Compare our feats in this business, or rather, compare our two lives. One of us has become greater than the other, you are just ordinary in every sense of the word. Whereas I have affected the world in such a way, none can ignore me. You are not a threat to me. You are nothing but a commoner, challenging a king, an conquerer, an emperor, dare I say it, a god, to battle. Surely you know you cannot triumph.
Jason gives a mocking bow
I am not trying to demean you child, you don’t need my help for that trust me. I am merely telling the truth. Your inadequacies are not your fault, you were born plagued unable to be good enough. I was not, I have known since birth I am indeed good enough and I have shown it ever since. And I will show you, just how much of a difference being chosen is, in our battle where fittingly, the one who is able to stand tall will be the victor. How unfortunate for you Toni, to be in a match that tests one’s endurance and willingness to take punishment, traits you have never shown. And this time, you won't be able to win by some cheap trick.
Jason stands and watches the fire begin to dwindle in the rain.
Your goal of taking my beloved championship away is like this fire you see. Desperate to bring even amidst the rain. You entertain this dream even though it is unattainable. Perhaps you are unaware why I am called The Dreamkiller. Because I allow people to foster dreams of defeating me, of triumphing against me. Only to take their dreams, and crush it beneath my boot. Ask Mister Hendrix if you don’t believe me. When he crossed me, I nearly ended his wretched life, the only reason I let him cling on instead of doing him a mercy and causing his weak pathetic heart altogether, was on a whim. With you, I won’t be so merciful. I am going to beat you down, I am going to rip your dream out of you, and I am going to destroy it. If you went to school, you’ll recall reading about how many young men lied about their ages to fight in World War 2. They too had dreams of being the hero and accomplishing great things, only to be met with the reality of war. And that is what you will experience, your dream of taking my title will be shattered by the reality of the Hell I will inflict upon you.
Jason shakes his head
Don’t not be mistaken, I am doing this out of benevolence. You would not be able to handle the pressures and responsibilities that come with holding this title. You are too weak, you don’t have what it takes. And you know something? You never will. You merely want this title, whereas I have a true need for it. My mission here will not be acknowledged without it. I cannot allow you to win, my vision is too important.
Jason grabs a large bucket of water and dumps it on whatever is left of the fire.
Much like that fire, I will quickly snuff out any hope you have.
Jason then scoops up a handful of ashes and slowly dumps them in the ground.
Of your hope, only ashes soaked by your tears will remain.
