Post by jasonryan on Mar 7, 2022 0:02:52 GMT -5
We see a TV in a dark room, playing the match between Jason Ryan vs Chelsea Skye for the International Championship where Jason failed to regain the title. The screen shows Jason after the match, sitting in the ring, looking at the crowd. He then hauls himself to his feet using the ropes and gets out of the ring. He slowly walks up the ramp, hands on his hips, looking back at the ring, a disgusted look on his face. He heads to the backstage area and stalks towards his locker room, bumping shoulders with anyone in his path. Jason lets out a few choice words as he throws random objects around and kicks over a trashcan. He slams the door to his locker room and locks it. The screen is abruptly turned off and the camera zooms out to reveal a man with his back to the camera.
Would you believe I've recently considered calling it quits?
The man turns around in a swivel chair, revealing himself to be Jason Ryan. He takes a drink from a flask and throws it to the side. He leans forward, hands folded and stares at the camera.
What the fuck have I been doing this past year? That's an honest question because I have no idea. I have gone from a man who was on his way to becoming one of the best of my generation, to just another guy. I went from having company-defining matches with guys like Echo Wilson in BPZ and Damon Warrens in APW, to a guy who had the worst match on the card. I went from dominating the Pacific Northwest Independent Circuit to not being able to beat someone I know in my heart, in my soul, in the very fiber of my being, I KNOW I can beat. And that's not a knock on Chelsea, but I know I am a once-in-a-generation, no, once-in-a-lifetime talent! But you wouldn't know it judging by this past year. I have had the worst year of my career, I had only one title reign that lasted, six weeks? I have become a fucking disgrace, to the point I can no longer look myself in the mirror.
Jason leans back, staring at the ceiling
I know what happened, I know where I went wrong. I allowed myself to get complacent. I deluded myself into thinking I would come into Revolution1 and think it would be par for the course. I would come in and bulldoze my way to the top as I've always done. And we've all seen how well that has turned out. I have become the worst member of the damn roster. I let myself rest on my laurels. I did something I never thought I would ever do before, I took a look at my past accolades, I looked at the wealth I had amassed and I felt content. I became fat and happy, convinced my status as a big shot Hollywood movie star put me above everybody else instead of letting my ability speak for me. I became entitled and even more of an arrogant jackass than I normally am, and that is saying something. So here I am, deep in the land of obscurity. But, there is a guiding light at the end of this tunnel. A light I shall sprint towards.
Jason reaches for a brown leather briefcase and opens it. He pulls out a contract and holds it for the camera to see. He slowly tears up the contract.
As of now, I am firing my longtime manager, Ira Stevenson. This is nothing personal but I need to refocus on my wrestling career. Also, I am leaving the Hollywood scene for good, the latest film I've been on set for will be my last movie. Lastly, I am putting all the business I have started up, including my state-of-the-art gym as well as my various houses for sale, excluding my ranch. That's been in my family for generations, my father and my grandfather and my great grandfather plus all my aunts, uncles, and cousins are buried on that land.
Jason leans forward towards the camera again, wearing an intense expression.
All of you listen very carefully. In the following weeks I will rediscover who Jason Ryan is. I will rebuild The Dreamkiller. And I will reclaim the chokehold I once had on the wrestling world. Along with my contractual obligations for revolution1, as well as another company, no spoilers, I will be going back home. Back to the Pacific Northwest Circuit, going back to my roots. I am going to revive that ruthless, heartless, cold-hearted, cold-blooded, hungry son of a bitch. Which brings me to my opponent. Amber Payne. Our paths have crossed before, several times. But none of that matters.
When we face off, I will showing Amber the real Jason Ryan. Not the watered down diet version. Once we get to Sin, Amber, you will not be seeing the man who has shared the ring with you before, the guy who has been going through the motions time and again, not particularly caring about the match. No.
Jason's voice drops to just above a whisper yet heavy with emotion.
I am not going to scream and yell. I want you to look into my eyes as I say this. You will be in the ring with The Dreamkiller. And The Dreamkiller is a very desperate man. The Dreamkiller is not fighting for titles, he is not fighting for love or respect. The Dreamkiller fights for only one thing. Survival. Every match in that ring is a fight for my survival. Wrestling was at one time my life and I WILL get my life back! And if you want to get in the way of that, I will cut you down. I consider this match the true Revolution1 debut of The Dreamkiller. I don't care if this match is ninety seconds or ninety minutes. I don't get paid by the hour. This won't be a match that gets the attention of the press or management. This is just a match where The Dreamkiller truly emerges. Go ahead and take me lightly like everyone here does. you'll still Pass The Fuck Out.
Jason stands and knocks the camera over before storming out of the room with a newfound determination in his step.
Would you believe I've recently considered calling it quits?
The man turns around in a swivel chair, revealing himself to be Jason Ryan. He takes a drink from a flask and throws it to the side. He leans forward, hands folded and stares at the camera.
What the fuck have I been doing this past year? That's an honest question because I have no idea. I have gone from a man who was on his way to becoming one of the best of my generation, to just another guy. I went from having company-defining matches with guys like Echo Wilson in BPZ and Damon Warrens in APW, to a guy who had the worst match on the card. I went from dominating the Pacific Northwest Independent Circuit to not being able to beat someone I know in my heart, in my soul, in the very fiber of my being, I KNOW I can beat. And that's not a knock on Chelsea, but I know I am a once-in-a-generation, no, once-in-a-lifetime talent! But you wouldn't know it judging by this past year. I have had the worst year of my career, I had only one title reign that lasted, six weeks? I have become a fucking disgrace, to the point I can no longer look myself in the mirror.
Jason leans back, staring at the ceiling
I know what happened, I know where I went wrong. I allowed myself to get complacent. I deluded myself into thinking I would come into Revolution1 and think it would be par for the course. I would come in and bulldoze my way to the top as I've always done. And we've all seen how well that has turned out. I have become the worst member of the damn roster. I let myself rest on my laurels. I did something I never thought I would ever do before, I took a look at my past accolades, I looked at the wealth I had amassed and I felt content. I became fat and happy, convinced my status as a big shot Hollywood movie star put me above everybody else instead of letting my ability speak for me. I became entitled and even more of an arrogant jackass than I normally am, and that is saying something. So here I am, deep in the land of obscurity. But, there is a guiding light at the end of this tunnel. A light I shall sprint towards.
Jason reaches for a brown leather briefcase and opens it. He pulls out a contract and holds it for the camera to see. He slowly tears up the contract.
As of now, I am firing my longtime manager, Ira Stevenson. This is nothing personal but I need to refocus on my wrestling career. Also, I am leaving the Hollywood scene for good, the latest film I've been on set for will be my last movie. Lastly, I am putting all the business I have started up, including my state-of-the-art gym as well as my various houses for sale, excluding my ranch. That's been in my family for generations, my father and my grandfather and my great grandfather plus all my aunts, uncles, and cousins are buried on that land.
Jason leans forward towards the camera again, wearing an intense expression.
All of you listen very carefully. In the following weeks I will rediscover who Jason Ryan is. I will rebuild The Dreamkiller. And I will reclaim the chokehold I once had on the wrestling world. Along with my contractual obligations for revolution1, as well as another company, no spoilers, I will be going back home. Back to the Pacific Northwest Circuit, going back to my roots. I am going to revive that ruthless, heartless, cold-hearted, cold-blooded, hungry son of a bitch. Which brings me to my opponent. Amber Payne. Our paths have crossed before, several times. But none of that matters.
When we face off, I will showing Amber the real Jason Ryan. Not the watered down diet version. Once we get to Sin, Amber, you will not be seeing the man who has shared the ring with you before, the guy who has been going through the motions time and again, not particularly caring about the match. No.
Jason's voice drops to just above a whisper yet heavy with emotion.
I am not going to scream and yell. I want you to look into my eyes as I say this. You will be in the ring with The Dreamkiller. And The Dreamkiller is a very desperate man. The Dreamkiller is not fighting for titles, he is not fighting for love or respect. The Dreamkiller fights for only one thing. Survival. Every match in that ring is a fight for my survival. Wrestling was at one time my life and I WILL get my life back! And if you want to get in the way of that, I will cut you down. I consider this match the true Revolution1 debut of The Dreamkiller. I don't care if this match is ninety seconds or ninety minutes. I don't get paid by the hour. This won't be a match that gets the attention of the press or management. This is just a match where The Dreamkiller truly emerges. Go ahead and take me lightly like everyone here does. you'll still Pass The Fuck Out.
Jason stands and knocks the camera over before storming out of the room with a newfound determination in his step.
