Post by jasonryan on Apr 23, 2022 23:48:07 GMT -5
Jason is sitting in an abandoned lot. Despite the cold wind blowing he is wearing a black tank top and shorts. He flicks one cigarette away and lights another one.
Fuck
Jason looks right at the camera
I don't have a lot of time so I am going to make this quick. This is Jason Ryan's public Fuck You to the world. Starring the Dreamkiller. This is supposed to be a promo about my upcoming match at Glory but to hell with that, I'll address the less important shit after I get this off my chest because I have been wanting to say it since the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life and signed my Revolution 1 contract. Fuck all Y'all!
Jason begins to aggressively chain-smoke, not bothering to hide his anger
Wrestling for Revolution 1 has caused me no shortage of fucking headaches. Never before have I wanted to be released so damn badly. I have the date of when my contract expires circled on my calendar. I have grown annoyed and frustrated with having to put up with every single one of you people! Because of you , I have gone back to smoking after it took me YEARS to quit! And for the longest time I have tried to stay quiet, I have tried to bite my tongue and just go with the flow but now I can't do it anymore. So I am going to get everything I need to off my chest. First of all, I realize I haven't had a very good run here and I take full responsibility for that. That buck stops with me. But here's the thing. This stupid fucking company has drained every ounce of passion and love I ever had towards wrestling. Every time I get to the arena, It takes all my willpower and self-control not to turn around and never come back. The temptation to no show all my bookings here is greater than anyone can understand! Yet I show up because I agreed I would show up to all my bookings when I signed my contract until it expires or I get released. Every morning I wake up I pray to the gods I get that phone call stating I no longer have to show up.
Jason sighs and attempts to calm himself down
Why am I so angry you may ask? Gee, let's start with how I have been screwed over countless times and none of you care! None of you! Let's start with how I was screwed out of the International title, a title I wasn't supposed to win by the way. A title they were all too happy to take off me. And was any action taken? No! I had my matches interfered with not once, but twice! And was I given any justice? No! And you want to know why? Because I'm not one of management's favorite people. For three months, October, November, December, most, if not all my matches had some sort of interference, and never once was anything done! No, instead I was normally punished! And let's not forget how they tried to pin the attack on a member of management on me without any evidence! None! They suspended me and blamed me because they knew no one, not a single person would defend me! And that's my fault I admit. I have no friends, I have no allies and it's too damn late for me to gain any. I would turn on them the first chance I get anyway because people only exist for me to use them. That is the only use I have for other people. To use them and then toss them to the side like the worthless trash they are. Hate me for it if you want, my bank account and lavish lifestyle say fuck you, and your opinions. And you people want to know why I didn't sue even though I have every right to do so? I did it for the roster. I do have some humanity after all. Because if I had sued, Revolution 1 would of had to shut its doors and all those people would be out of a job. And spare me that hollow apology I was offered. We all know not a word of that was meant. And now, they're going to put me in meaningless match after meaningless match until I am merciful let go.
Jason finishes smoking his half pack of cigarettes and shoves the empty carton in his pocket
So let's address my opponent at Glory shall we? From the moment I met this fucker I have hated this person. This person is everything I have about this business. And I am not in the mood to fuck around. I am not in the mood for Vespertine’s bullshit, I'm really not. Let me be very clear Jalen, this match isn't going to be a match. This is going to be a fight for your survival. Do you know what happens to a dog that has been left out in a yard, chained up, unfed and neglected? Eventually, something in that dog's mind snaps and they lose themselves. And that is what has happened to me. I don't recognize what I have become. Most days I've no idea what the fuck I am going to do next. But I do know what I am going to do at Glory.
Jason reaches behind him and holds up a baseball bat
Look me in the eyes Vespertine. I don't care about winning or losing. I am out for blood. At some point I am going to take this bat and I am going to use it to sharpen my baseball skills and that stupid head of yours is going to be the baseball. I will not stop until you are nothing but a bloody pulp. If Kylie is smart she'll have EMTs are ringside for you and the cops to stop me because it is going to take law enforcement to stop me from pummeling you! These dayss all I crave is pain! Both yours and mine! At Glory you better end my career, you better come at me with the intent to kill me because if you don't if you don't finish me off Vespertine, I will make sure you go up in flames! And don’t think after our little conflict I’m going to be done with you. Every day you’re going to have to look over your shoulder because I promise you, I’m never not going to take the chance to use your stupid lumpy head for batting practice
Jason gets close tot he camera, his voice just above a whisper
This is a war. A war you will not survive.
Fuck
Jason looks right at the camera
I don't have a lot of time so I am going to make this quick. This is Jason Ryan's public Fuck You to the world. Starring the Dreamkiller. This is supposed to be a promo about my upcoming match at Glory but to hell with that, I'll address the less important shit after I get this off my chest because I have been wanting to say it since the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life and signed my Revolution 1 contract. Fuck all Y'all!
Jason begins to aggressively chain-smoke, not bothering to hide his anger
Wrestling for Revolution 1 has caused me no shortage of fucking headaches. Never before have I wanted to be released so damn badly. I have the date of when my contract expires circled on my calendar. I have grown annoyed and frustrated with having to put up with every single one of you people! Because of you , I have gone back to smoking after it took me YEARS to quit! And for the longest time I have tried to stay quiet, I have tried to bite my tongue and just go with the flow but now I can't do it anymore. So I am going to get everything I need to off my chest. First of all, I realize I haven't had a very good run here and I take full responsibility for that. That buck stops with me. But here's the thing. This stupid fucking company has drained every ounce of passion and love I ever had towards wrestling. Every time I get to the arena, It takes all my willpower and self-control not to turn around and never come back. The temptation to no show all my bookings here is greater than anyone can understand! Yet I show up because I agreed I would show up to all my bookings when I signed my contract until it expires or I get released. Every morning I wake up I pray to the gods I get that phone call stating I no longer have to show up.
Jason sighs and attempts to calm himself down
Why am I so angry you may ask? Gee, let's start with how I have been screwed over countless times and none of you care! None of you! Let's start with how I was screwed out of the International title, a title I wasn't supposed to win by the way. A title they were all too happy to take off me. And was any action taken? No! I had my matches interfered with not once, but twice! And was I given any justice? No! And you want to know why? Because I'm not one of management's favorite people. For three months, October, November, December, most, if not all my matches had some sort of interference, and never once was anything done! No, instead I was normally punished! And let's not forget how they tried to pin the attack on a member of management on me without any evidence! None! They suspended me and blamed me because they knew no one, not a single person would defend me! And that's my fault I admit. I have no friends, I have no allies and it's too damn late for me to gain any. I would turn on them the first chance I get anyway because people only exist for me to use them. That is the only use I have for other people. To use them and then toss them to the side like the worthless trash they are. Hate me for it if you want, my bank account and lavish lifestyle say fuck you, and your opinions. And you people want to know why I didn't sue even though I have every right to do so? I did it for the roster. I do have some humanity after all. Because if I had sued, Revolution 1 would of had to shut its doors and all those people would be out of a job. And spare me that hollow apology I was offered. We all know not a word of that was meant. And now, they're going to put me in meaningless match after meaningless match until I am merciful let go.
Jason finishes smoking his half pack of cigarettes and shoves the empty carton in his pocket
So let's address my opponent at Glory shall we? From the moment I met this fucker I have hated this person. This person is everything I have about this business. And I am not in the mood to fuck around. I am not in the mood for Vespertine’s bullshit, I'm really not. Let me be very clear Jalen, this match isn't going to be a match. This is going to be a fight for your survival. Do you know what happens to a dog that has been left out in a yard, chained up, unfed and neglected? Eventually, something in that dog's mind snaps and they lose themselves. And that is what has happened to me. I don't recognize what I have become. Most days I've no idea what the fuck I am going to do next. But I do know what I am going to do at Glory.
Jason reaches behind him and holds up a baseball bat
Look me in the eyes Vespertine. I don't care about winning or losing. I am out for blood. At some point I am going to take this bat and I am going to use it to sharpen my baseball skills and that stupid head of yours is going to be the baseball. I will not stop until you are nothing but a bloody pulp. If Kylie is smart she'll have EMTs are ringside for you and the cops to stop me because it is going to take law enforcement to stop me from pummeling you! These dayss all I crave is pain! Both yours and mine! At Glory you better end my career, you better come at me with the intent to kill me because if you don't if you don't finish me off Vespertine, I will make sure you go up in flames! And don’t think after our little conflict I’m going to be done with you. Every day you’re going to have to look over your shoulder because I promise you, I’m never not going to take the chance to use your stupid lumpy head for batting practice
Jason gets close tot he camera, his voice just above a whisper
This is a war. A war you will not survive.