Post by jasonryan on May 14, 2021 1:34:04 GMT -5
We are taken to a fancy hotel lobby, one that says class and elegance. The Ryan hotel, a brand new chain of hotels Jason has recently opened. The only people in the lobby are the cameraman, an interviewer for Revolution1 Wrestling, and Jason Ryan wearing a black suit reading a magazine. The interviewer walks towards him, clearing her throat. After a few minutes, Jason looks up.
" You're five seconds late."
" Traffic-"
" I don't care for your excuses," Jason says in a low yet commanding voice, holding up a hand to stop her. " When I give a deadline I expect it to be met. You have failed to do so so I hereby revoke your right to interview me. You will leave my hotel and never step foot in my hotel chain again. You are hereby banned for life. Now get out of my sight." Put off the interviewer huffs and storms out of the lobby. The cameraman starts to follow her but Jason calls him back.
" You stay," he says, gesturing to an empty seat beside him. " Hurry up, I am taking time out of my busy day to do this. In return, you will do as I say in a timely manner. Now hurry up." The cameraman sits down in the chair and focuses the camera on Jason. The Dreamkiller is silent for a few moments, reading his magazine once more. He holds it up, the cover talking about the recent death of fellow BPZ wrestler Jeremiah Flynn.
" I know what you want to know. I know what all the fans want to know. What everyone in the back wants to know. What the brass want to know. Why? Why did I heartlessly and seemingly needlessly, attack Trey Graham?" Jason chuckles and looks at the camera. " It's simple. Trey is the embodiment of everything I hate about our business. Trey is a lifelong wrestling fan and he is nothing but a mark. His commentary is that of an excited child, marking out about the 'talent' here. His commentary isn't that of a professional, it's that of a fanboy. He is a disgrace to commentary teams. And I know he is just living out his dreams, what's so wrong about that I can hear the unspoken question? what's so wrong with him being excited about getting to work in our business? What did he do or say that was so damaging to our industry to warrant such an assault?"
Jason's attention is turned back to his magazine and is silent for a few moments longer.
" Dreams. Such useless things, wouldn't you agree?" The cameraman doesn't reply, not sure if he should. Jason glares over the top of his magazine. A piercing angry glare as if the cameraman just offended him. " When I ask a question you damn well better answer me!" he snarls, teeth clenched.
" Y...yes sir," the cameraman stammers.
" Answer my question. Now."
" Ye...yes. I...I agree," the cameraman stammers.
" Are you saying that because you truly believe that or because you're worried what I'll do if you disagree?" Jason asks.
" Sir, I'm sorry I don't="
" Are you stupid?" Jason demands sharply cutting him off. " Are you stupid?!"
" I... I don't know... please...."
" Allow me to answer for you. Yes, you are stupid. Yes, dreams are useless. And yet, Trey honestly believes he living out his dreams will be tolerated. He thinks his dreams are protected. He believes his dreams are valid. I can assure you, his dreams have been shattered as he now faces reality. Those that live out their dreams must wake up at some point. That's why I did what I did. To wake him up. To make him realize he is not needed, not wanted, not welcome. I wanted to make sure he knew his existence here was no longer required so I humiliated him, I revealed to him his folly, his delusion of thinking he belongs in the spotlight. Those who dream eventually wake up and are greeted with the truth. That dreaming is nice, but those that awake from a pleasant dream must confront the pain of knowing said dream aren't what they seem. I did Trey a favor, I made him realize this business has no need for him. He will never be the same again. Trey owes me a thank you. I demand a thank you. And if Trey doesn't thank me, I will not be merciful. I will make him bleed, I will make him suffer. "
Jason extends his left hand to show off a beautiful diamond ring
" I will give Trey one chance. To kiss my ring, thank me for stopping what I did, and acknowledge me as The Dreamkiller." Jason shuts his magazine and looks at the cover, heaving a deep sigh. " I have had a rough past two weeks. I am once again getting divorced. I take full responsibility. I was never home enough, my ego consumes me. But I am not surprised. Our union was a falsehood. A fallacy for the cameras as we both had Hollywood careers going. Ours was just to promote our respective films, there were no feelings of love involved. I bear her and her children, my stepchildren no ill-will, but I will not fight to keep us together. it is a battle not worth fighting. I have more pressing matters to worry about."
Jason pauses and looks at the camera
" I lost something of higher value. You people will not know this name, but a good friend of mine, from my home federation, Jeremiah Flynn passed away in a car crash. The man was my brother, I looked up to him. And now he is gone. To see him lowered into the ground, watching the dirt bury him, was a surreal moment for me. It made me realize something. I have been coasting here. Going off my past accomplishments, something Jeremiah Flynn always warned me about. I have let my ego blind me, hinder me and for that, I deeply apologize to those that expected better. I apologize to the leadership of Legacy, to the Legacy locker room, and to myself. I assure you, my vision has cleared, my mind is clear. You will no longer get the half-assed, lazy Jason Ryan. But you will get the Jason that is a two-time double champion, one-time triple champion. You will get the guy who has played a part in carrying this industry for the past few years. One well on his way to becoming one of the very best in the world. And it starts with this tournament. For the rest of you, this is a ticket to a world title match. But for me, this my redemption and my salvation. The redemption of my pathetic start here and the salvation of my reputation as one of the best in the world. And it starts with an old friend of mine, Angelo."
Jason chuckles and sets the magazine to the side.
" I must admit you surprised me in coming back. And I will admit, you have never looked better. You pass the eyeball test but my question is, where are you mentally? Have you really thought this through? Or has your bleeding heart overridden your brain once more? You say you are fighting on behalf of Brandon Hendrix. is it that hard for you to admit you were wrong about him? Is it that hard for you to acknowledge he was weak in body and mind, that his heart was a direct representation of him? That he was weak, didn't have what it took, that he didn't belong? He put it all on the line and in the end, no matter how you wish to spin it, he dropped the ball. he choked, he let himself down. His dreams crashed and burned, Brandon is responsible for his own failures, and now he is ruined. he is even less of a man than he ever was and that is saying something. I took him to the test and he failed. I'd call him damaged goods but in reality, he is just damaged. He is weak. He is nothing but scraps. But enough about your failed protege, let's talk about you."
Jason leans forward, hands together.
" It's been a long time. BPZ Survivor Series 2018. You and I tore each other apart, we attempted to destroy each other. And I'll give it to you, you gave me quite the fight. You did whatever you could, you swore to family, those that I terrorized that you would defeat me and bring home the Premium title I home for them. You swore on your manhood, on your honor, you gave your word Angelo. You promised them it would all be okay and what happened? I defeated you. My arm was raised. I never got to ask you, what that trip back home was like? How did the feeling of defeat feel? What was it like knowing you let those most precious to you down? When you walked home to see your family left, disgusted by your actions, humiliated by you, disgusted, disgraced, what was running through your mind, knowing you were no longer the idol of your children? No longer worthy of being loved? What was that like Angelo?"
Jason leans back in his chair
" I know you remember that well and you want your revenge but l have one more question. You say you are good but is that true? You body has been falling apart for years now. You aren't remotely what you used to be. I know it hurts when you get up out of bed. So I am going to make you regret the day you decided to come for me. I am going to stomp your brittle old bones into dust. I will tear you apart. You will feel every kick, every stomp and I expose all your nagging injuries. And your crusade will die. Your goal of getting rid of me will fail and once again you will have to look yourself in the mirror, knowing you failed, knowing you let yourself down, let Brandon down, your fans down. But look at this way Angelo I'm doing you a favor. As we both know, you are cursed when it comes to World titles. All your failed attempts to win it in BPZ, that will come to haunt you here. I will save you further embarrassment and heartache by ending you. And all I ask in return is what you refuse to do. To kiss my ring and acknowledge me as the guy who killed your dreams. The guy who crushed your soul damaged you beyond repair and stripped you of your pride, your manhood, your integrity, everything you once held so dear, and I crushed it into dust in front of you."
Jason stands up and smooths his suit.
" All of you in Revolution1, heed my warning. One by one you will kiss my ring. Either by free will or by excessive force. But you will kiss my ring, admit you were wrong about me, and acknowledge me as The Dreamkiller. For my era will soon be upon us all and you can either accept it, or you can take your ass home."
Jason looks at the camera one last time.
" Acknowledge me."
" You're five seconds late."
" Traffic-"
" I don't care for your excuses," Jason says in a low yet commanding voice, holding up a hand to stop her. " When I give a deadline I expect it to be met. You have failed to do so so I hereby revoke your right to interview me. You will leave my hotel and never step foot in my hotel chain again. You are hereby banned for life. Now get out of my sight." Put off the interviewer huffs and storms out of the lobby. The cameraman starts to follow her but Jason calls him back.
" You stay," he says, gesturing to an empty seat beside him. " Hurry up, I am taking time out of my busy day to do this. In return, you will do as I say in a timely manner. Now hurry up." The cameraman sits down in the chair and focuses the camera on Jason. The Dreamkiller is silent for a few moments, reading his magazine once more. He holds it up, the cover talking about the recent death of fellow BPZ wrestler Jeremiah Flynn.
" I know what you want to know. I know what all the fans want to know. What everyone in the back wants to know. What the brass want to know. Why? Why did I heartlessly and seemingly needlessly, attack Trey Graham?" Jason chuckles and looks at the camera. " It's simple. Trey is the embodiment of everything I hate about our business. Trey is a lifelong wrestling fan and he is nothing but a mark. His commentary is that of an excited child, marking out about the 'talent' here. His commentary isn't that of a professional, it's that of a fanboy. He is a disgrace to commentary teams. And I know he is just living out his dreams, what's so wrong about that I can hear the unspoken question? what's so wrong with him being excited about getting to work in our business? What did he do or say that was so damaging to our industry to warrant such an assault?"
Jason's attention is turned back to his magazine and is silent for a few moments longer.
" Dreams. Such useless things, wouldn't you agree?" The cameraman doesn't reply, not sure if he should. Jason glares over the top of his magazine. A piercing angry glare as if the cameraman just offended him. " When I ask a question you damn well better answer me!" he snarls, teeth clenched.
" Y...yes sir," the cameraman stammers.
" Answer my question. Now."
" Ye...yes. I...I agree," the cameraman stammers.
" Are you saying that because you truly believe that or because you're worried what I'll do if you disagree?" Jason asks.
" Sir, I'm sorry I don't="
" Are you stupid?" Jason demands sharply cutting him off. " Are you stupid?!"
" I... I don't know... please...."
" Allow me to answer for you. Yes, you are stupid. Yes, dreams are useless. And yet, Trey honestly believes he living out his dreams will be tolerated. He thinks his dreams are protected. He believes his dreams are valid. I can assure you, his dreams have been shattered as he now faces reality. Those that live out their dreams must wake up at some point. That's why I did what I did. To wake him up. To make him realize he is not needed, not wanted, not welcome. I wanted to make sure he knew his existence here was no longer required so I humiliated him, I revealed to him his folly, his delusion of thinking he belongs in the spotlight. Those who dream eventually wake up and are greeted with the truth. That dreaming is nice, but those that awake from a pleasant dream must confront the pain of knowing said dream aren't what they seem. I did Trey a favor, I made him realize this business has no need for him. He will never be the same again. Trey owes me a thank you. I demand a thank you. And if Trey doesn't thank me, I will not be merciful. I will make him bleed, I will make him suffer. "
Jason extends his left hand to show off a beautiful diamond ring
" I will give Trey one chance. To kiss my ring, thank me for stopping what I did, and acknowledge me as The Dreamkiller." Jason shuts his magazine and looks at the cover, heaving a deep sigh. " I have had a rough past two weeks. I am once again getting divorced. I take full responsibility. I was never home enough, my ego consumes me. But I am not surprised. Our union was a falsehood. A fallacy for the cameras as we both had Hollywood careers going. Ours was just to promote our respective films, there were no feelings of love involved. I bear her and her children, my stepchildren no ill-will, but I will not fight to keep us together. it is a battle not worth fighting. I have more pressing matters to worry about."
Jason pauses and looks at the camera
" I lost something of higher value. You people will not know this name, but a good friend of mine, from my home federation, Jeremiah Flynn passed away in a car crash. The man was my brother, I looked up to him. And now he is gone. To see him lowered into the ground, watching the dirt bury him, was a surreal moment for me. It made me realize something. I have been coasting here. Going off my past accomplishments, something Jeremiah Flynn always warned me about. I have let my ego blind me, hinder me and for that, I deeply apologize to those that expected better. I apologize to the leadership of Legacy, to the Legacy locker room, and to myself. I assure you, my vision has cleared, my mind is clear. You will no longer get the half-assed, lazy Jason Ryan. But you will get the Jason that is a two-time double champion, one-time triple champion. You will get the guy who has played a part in carrying this industry for the past few years. One well on his way to becoming one of the very best in the world. And it starts with this tournament. For the rest of you, this is a ticket to a world title match. But for me, this my redemption and my salvation. The redemption of my pathetic start here and the salvation of my reputation as one of the best in the world. And it starts with an old friend of mine, Angelo."
Jason chuckles and sets the magazine to the side.
" I must admit you surprised me in coming back. And I will admit, you have never looked better. You pass the eyeball test but my question is, where are you mentally? Have you really thought this through? Or has your bleeding heart overridden your brain once more? You say you are fighting on behalf of Brandon Hendrix. is it that hard for you to admit you were wrong about him? Is it that hard for you to acknowledge he was weak in body and mind, that his heart was a direct representation of him? That he was weak, didn't have what it took, that he didn't belong? He put it all on the line and in the end, no matter how you wish to spin it, he dropped the ball. he choked, he let himself down. His dreams crashed and burned, Brandon is responsible for his own failures, and now he is ruined. he is even less of a man than he ever was and that is saying something. I took him to the test and he failed. I'd call him damaged goods but in reality, he is just damaged. He is weak. He is nothing but scraps. But enough about your failed protege, let's talk about you."
Jason leans forward, hands together.
" It's been a long time. BPZ Survivor Series 2018. You and I tore each other apart, we attempted to destroy each other. And I'll give it to you, you gave me quite the fight. You did whatever you could, you swore to family, those that I terrorized that you would defeat me and bring home the Premium title I home for them. You swore on your manhood, on your honor, you gave your word Angelo. You promised them it would all be okay and what happened? I defeated you. My arm was raised. I never got to ask you, what that trip back home was like? How did the feeling of defeat feel? What was it like knowing you let those most precious to you down? When you walked home to see your family left, disgusted by your actions, humiliated by you, disgusted, disgraced, what was running through your mind, knowing you were no longer the idol of your children? No longer worthy of being loved? What was that like Angelo?"
Jason leans back in his chair
" I know you remember that well and you want your revenge but l have one more question. You say you are good but is that true? You body has been falling apart for years now. You aren't remotely what you used to be. I know it hurts when you get up out of bed. So I am going to make you regret the day you decided to come for me. I am going to stomp your brittle old bones into dust. I will tear you apart. You will feel every kick, every stomp and I expose all your nagging injuries. And your crusade will die. Your goal of getting rid of me will fail and once again you will have to look yourself in the mirror, knowing you failed, knowing you let yourself down, let Brandon down, your fans down. But look at this way Angelo I'm doing you a favor. As we both know, you are cursed when it comes to World titles. All your failed attempts to win it in BPZ, that will come to haunt you here. I will save you further embarrassment and heartache by ending you. And all I ask in return is what you refuse to do. To kiss my ring and acknowledge me as the guy who killed your dreams. The guy who crushed your soul damaged you beyond repair and stripped you of your pride, your manhood, your integrity, everything you once held so dear, and I crushed it into dust in front of you."
Jason stands up and smooths his suit.
" All of you in Revolution1, heed my warning. One by one you will kiss my ring. Either by free will or by excessive force. But you will kiss my ring, admit you were wrong about me, and acknowledge me as The Dreamkiller. For my era will soon be upon us all and you can either accept it, or you can take your ass home."
Jason looks at the camera one last time.
" Acknowledge me."