Post by jasonryan on Nov 15, 2021 20:48:55 GMT -5
Jason is seen sitting in a wrestling ring in his garage. He looks down at the mat, at first not saying anything. He just lets the silence last for a few minutes. Instead of his suit from days past he wears a New Orleans Saints Super Bowl T-Shirt and khaki shorts with tennis shoes. Finally Jason speaks.
You think I’m enjoying myself? You think I like the man I see in the mirror? You think I like the way I turned out? I have sold my soul to achieve my fame. I have burned every single bridge I have built just for a few championship reigns and a few blockbuster movie deals. Life is rough. You can make friends, or you can make money. And when I was sixteen years old, sleeping on the basement floor of my former best friend, I chose to make money. Thus at eighteen I said to hell with it. To hell with bonds I had forged with others, packed my bag with what little I had and went to Las Vegas.
Jason looks up at the ceiling with a sigh
You’d think I have it all. I mean, nice mountain home a few miles shy of Woodbine Montana. A house, that is worth far more than any of you will ever afford. At only 25 I am a multiple time world champion, two time double champion, one of the few triple champions in wrestling history. And Hollywood A -Lister. You name any earthly possession, I guarantee I have it. I have lived my life in pursuit of my own selfish desires, and I will never apologize for it. You people hate me for it, but my selfishness makes me able to have the life you people can only dream of. I became The Scourge of Professional Wrestling, the devil himself. And now, The Dreamkiller. I have ended the careers of many good people. Hell, I nearly killed a man a few months ago. Hey Henderix, how's the heart doing buddy? Still on the make-a-Wish list? I have done every single underhanded thing you can think of. I stepped on people who stupidly thought we were friends, I used people who had my back, I broke those who trusted me.
A smile crosses Jason's face as he looks at the camera.
And I have loved every single second of it. If I could do it all again tomorrow, I would.
Jason drums his fingers in the mat as he contemplates his many sins
Ever since I started wrestling I have done one thing. Put the wrestling world on hard times. The first federation I ever joined, Treasure State Wrestling was put on hard times when I became their world champion for 9 months. And thanks to me abusing the fact I was the golden boy of the man who trained me I was able to use that to put the entire Pacific Northwest Wrestling territory on hard times. There isn't a wrestler to come from that area in the past few years who has amounted to shit that I didn't demoralize and humble in front of their adoring fans. I wasn't a mere champion, no. I was a fucking king. A tyrant and through my nine month reign as TSW World Heavyweight Champion, I made sure that everyone was put on hard times. Until I left for greener pastures, putting the stupid bitch who thought I cared about her on hard times. And now she is a single mother, caring for a brat whose name I don't care to learn and because of me, that kid is going to grow up on hard times.
But wait, it gets better. From TSW I joined SCW located in las Vegas and joined a little group known as Killer Instinct and together we put that company on hard times. So much so that company had to close its doors and all those fuckers had to go work somewhere else. I take great joy in the fact some people left the business for good. In 2018, I became a triple champion in BPZ and nearly killed that cesspool as well, putting the brand I was a part of on hard times. And make no mistake about it, the reason APW is no longer around is because I put them on hard times.
Jason stands up and leans against the ropes of the ring
To my future opponent, I know what you're asking yourself because I know you're watching. " What does this have to do with me?" I can sense your confusion kid. Let me frank with you because this is how our match is going down. First I'm gonna beat the piss out of you. And then I'm gonna beat you, and then, just because you can't stop me, I am going to put you on hard times, thus putting your family on hard times. Your good for nothing fans who don't deserve to be in the same building as me, on hard times. And then I'm going to regain my, my MY International championship and put that entire division on hard times. And eventually I will become world champion and put the entire company on hard times and make this the third company I have killed. And there's nothing anyone can do to stop me! The Kill Order is coming. I'm the Darth Vader of the wrestling business and don't be fooled, you ain't got it in you to be Luke Skywalker.
Jason leans into the corner of the ring, looking around the wrestling school he converted his garage into.
You are nothing to me. I consider you nothing but a little warm-up. A warm-up for when I earn a shot to reclaim what is mine! You are nothing but a message I will send to the pretender and her soon to be crippled sister. You are my paintbrush, that white ring is my canvas and the blood and other bodily fluids I will kick out of you will be my paint.
Jason drops to his knees, eyes on the mat.
Jason looks up at the camera
Understand this. I have created an empire. I have become the patriarch of my own empire. My empire will forever be mentioned amongst those of legend. Nothing will be enough to overthrow the Patriarch of Professional Wrestling. As long as the King doesn’t fall, the kingdom will not fall. And no matter what you say, no matter what you do, I will not fall! This is my world! I need you to get this through your fucking skull. Do you know who I am? I'm the best in the world! And to those who inhabit this world, I am God!
Jason knocks the camera over and storms out of frame.
You think I’m enjoying myself? You think I like the man I see in the mirror? You think I like the way I turned out? I have sold my soul to achieve my fame. I have burned every single bridge I have built just for a few championship reigns and a few blockbuster movie deals. Life is rough. You can make friends, or you can make money. And when I was sixteen years old, sleeping on the basement floor of my former best friend, I chose to make money. Thus at eighteen I said to hell with it. To hell with bonds I had forged with others, packed my bag with what little I had and went to Las Vegas.
Jason looks up at the ceiling with a sigh
You’d think I have it all. I mean, nice mountain home a few miles shy of Woodbine Montana. A house, that is worth far more than any of you will ever afford. At only 25 I am a multiple time world champion, two time double champion, one of the few triple champions in wrestling history. And Hollywood A -Lister. You name any earthly possession, I guarantee I have it. I have lived my life in pursuit of my own selfish desires, and I will never apologize for it. You people hate me for it, but my selfishness makes me able to have the life you people can only dream of. I became The Scourge of Professional Wrestling, the devil himself. And now, The Dreamkiller. I have ended the careers of many good people. Hell, I nearly killed a man a few months ago. Hey Henderix, how's the heart doing buddy? Still on the make-a-Wish list? I have done every single underhanded thing you can think of. I stepped on people who stupidly thought we were friends, I used people who had my back, I broke those who trusted me.
A smile crosses Jason's face as he looks at the camera.
And I have loved every single second of it. If I could do it all again tomorrow, I would.
Jason drums his fingers in the mat as he contemplates his many sins
Ever since I started wrestling I have done one thing. Put the wrestling world on hard times. The first federation I ever joined, Treasure State Wrestling was put on hard times when I became their world champion for 9 months. And thanks to me abusing the fact I was the golden boy of the man who trained me I was able to use that to put the entire Pacific Northwest Wrestling territory on hard times. There isn't a wrestler to come from that area in the past few years who has amounted to shit that I didn't demoralize and humble in front of their adoring fans. I wasn't a mere champion, no. I was a fucking king. A tyrant and through my nine month reign as TSW World Heavyweight Champion, I made sure that everyone was put on hard times. Until I left for greener pastures, putting the stupid bitch who thought I cared about her on hard times. And now she is a single mother, caring for a brat whose name I don't care to learn and because of me, that kid is going to grow up on hard times.
But wait, it gets better. From TSW I joined SCW located in las Vegas and joined a little group known as Killer Instinct and together we put that company on hard times. So much so that company had to close its doors and all those fuckers had to go work somewhere else. I take great joy in the fact some people left the business for good. In 2018, I became a triple champion in BPZ and nearly killed that cesspool as well, putting the brand I was a part of on hard times. And make no mistake about it, the reason APW is no longer around is because I put them on hard times.
Jason stands up and leans against the ropes of the ring
To my future opponent, I know what you're asking yourself because I know you're watching. " What does this have to do with me?" I can sense your confusion kid. Let me frank with you because this is how our match is going down. First I'm gonna beat the piss out of you. And then I'm gonna beat you, and then, just because you can't stop me, I am going to put you on hard times, thus putting your family on hard times. Your good for nothing fans who don't deserve to be in the same building as me, on hard times. And then I'm going to regain my, my MY International championship and put that entire division on hard times. And eventually I will become world champion and put the entire company on hard times and make this the third company I have killed. And there's nothing anyone can do to stop me! The Kill Order is coming. I'm the Darth Vader of the wrestling business and don't be fooled, you ain't got it in you to be Luke Skywalker.
Jason leans into the corner of the ring, looking around the wrestling school he converted his garage into.
You are nothing to me. I consider you nothing but a little warm-up. A warm-up for when I earn a shot to reclaim what is mine! You are nothing but a message I will send to the pretender and her soon to be crippled sister. You are my paintbrush, that white ring is my canvas and the blood and other bodily fluids I will kick out of you will be my paint.
Jason drops to his knees, eyes on the mat.
Jason looks up at the camera
Understand this. I have created an empire. I have become the patriarch of my own empire. My empire will forever be mentioned amongst those of legend. Nothing will be enough to overthrow the Patriarch of Professional Wrestling. As long as the King doesn’t fall, the kingdom will not fall. And no matter what you say, no matter what you do, I will not fall! This is my world! I need you to get this through your fucking skull. Do you know who I am? I'm the best in the world! And to those who inhabit this world, I am God!
Jason knocks the camera over and storms out of frame.
