Post by jasonryan on Sept 24, 2022 21:22:18 GMT -5
Jason is sitting at his office desk, pouring himself a glass of mead. He looks at the camera and offers the glass of alcohol to his guest, a tin sculpture that looks like Buster Gloves.
Here you go. Consider it my apology for kicking the shit out of you.
Jason frowns and folded his arms when the sculpture doesn't take his offer.
Oh come on Buster Brown, don't tell me I broke the empty shell you so laughably call a heart! I know I beat you like a dream and outsmarted you, but you don't have to go all tin man on me.
Sighing, Jason picks up the glass and throws it in the face of the sculpture then sits on his desk.
Well Well Well, it seems I have a random ass tag match with someone I don't really know, against two old foes. Although let's be honest, the fact I am not a title match is a goddamn crime, I have it on good authority that Jason Ryan will be on top soon. After all, I have friends in high places. Very high places. Why do you think I am never held accountable for my actions here? I am the man who Level Ups nig bosses want to carry this company, I am the man who they are grooming to be the top guy. And that, Chelsea Skye has got to really piss you off.
Jason sighs and looks out his office window, admiring the tropical view as the sun gets to set. His office is bathed in the light as Jason pours himself another glass.
You once said I don't belong in the ring with you, you have said I am not on your level many times. That's funny, considering I am much more highly valued than you, I draw more than you do. What a shock that people aren't interested in a Only Fans reject pretend to be a wrestler. Because that is all you are Chelsea. You, my friend, are a gimmick. A gimmick that only stays in the business due to virgins spanking while trying to not get caught by their parents.
Make no mistake about it, if Revolution 1 was up and running still, we would have met for the world title and I would have put my boot on your throat and watched as the realization of I am your superior finally entered your thick skull. But you keep insisting on getting in my way. You're like a tick embedded in my skin. But it doesn't matter because, to put it in video game terms, you are a NPC, I am the true final boss. And this final boss cannot be bested.
Any defeat I experience doesn't even matter as I continue to climb up the ranks. I am already one of the most well known wrestlers going today. I have already done it all. I've won world titles, I have sold out arenas, meanwhile you have not. And look, I don't want you to feel too bad. Not everyone can reach my success, you have to be born for it. And as you have shown everyone, you are not.
Here's why I can't stand you. This is all one big game to you, one big joke. You run around like a spastic child on a sugar high. Meanwhile guys like me, guys who have worked to make wrestling the best it has ever been have to put up with you, and I am tired of having someone like you, someone who does NOT belong in my company keep getting involved with me.. So, in this tag match I am going to end this thing between us by making sure you realize I am what I say I am. The Best at What I do. Mister Better Than You.
Jason drinks the mead from the bottle and wipes his mouth.
Now for you, Emily.
A twisted grin appears on Jason's face as he sets the bottle down.
I still remember the fear you displayed when I had you in that van, the guttural screams that left your body when I informed you I would be throwing you in the lake. You may have escaped from me then, but now there is no escape. And we both know you have no fucking prayer of beating me. You are weak, pathetic and a waste of space. You don't belong in my ring. You cling on Buster Gloves like he's a lifeline. And that will lead to your demise.
I made you feel the same fear Buster feels whenever he seems me Emily. And I plan to do that again. And I will not stop until I see that level of fear return to your eyes. But don't feel special, this has nothing to do with you. I am going to walk you like the bitch you are. I am going to make sure you never want to get in the ring again. And laugh at the fact Buster Gloves cannot save you.
Your knight in shining armor can not save you. He cannot protect you, you are the baby gazelle staring int the eyes of the lion and there is no escape. You Emily, are nothing but a weak little whelp who doesn't even matter. But there is some solace for you. Once I retire you for my amusement, you can relax in the fact you and Buster Gloves will be seeing the same physical therapist as you both struggle to one day walk again. Because I assure you Emily, I cam not going to stop until both of your lives are no longer worth living.
But don't get angry with me Emily. I'm not the one to blame here. Buster is. I gave him a order and he didn't heed it. I told him not to lose that title of his and what did he do? He lost it. When I give an order I expect it to be followed. I am a wrestling god! My will is absolute! And he least that title to an inferior opponent just to spite me! So, since he decided to do that, you will pay the price inn his place with your career. The Boogieman is coming for you Emily, and there is nothing you can do to protect yourself.
Feel free to pray tlo your god for mercy. But spoilers, I won't be listening
Here you go. Consider it my apology for kicking the shit out of you.
Jason frowns and folded his arms when the sculpture doesn't take his offer.
Oh come on Buster Brown, don't tell me I broke the empty shell you so laughably call a heart! I know I beat you like a dream and outsmarted you, but you don't have to go all tin man on me.
Sighing, Jason picks up the glass and throws it in the face of the sculpture then sits on his desk.
Well Well Well, it seems I have a random ass tag match with someone I don't really know, against two old foes. Although let's be honest, the fact I am not a title match is a goddamn crime, I have it on good authority that Jason Ryan will be on top soon. After all, I have friends in high places. Very high places. Why do you think I am never held accountable for my actions here? I am the man who Level Ups nig bosses want to carry this company, I am the man who they are grooming to be the top guy. And that, Chelsea Skye has got to really piss you off.
Jason sighs and looks out his office window, admiring the tropical view as the sun gets to set. His office is bathed in the light as Jason pours himself another glass.
You once said I don't belong in the ring with you, you have said I am not on your level many times. That's funny, considering I am much more highly valued than you, I draw more than you do. What a shock that people aren't interested in a Only Fans reject pretend to be a wrestler. Because that is all you are Chelsea. You, my friend, are a gimmick. A gimmick that only stays in the business due to virgins spanking while trying to not get caught by their parents.
Make no mistake about it, if Revolution 1 was up and running still, we would have met for the world title and I would have put my boot on your throat and watched as the realization of I am your superior finally entered your thick skull. But you keep insisting on getting in my way. You're like a tick embedded in my skin. But it doesn't matter because, to put it in video game terms, you are a NPC, I am the true final boss. And this final boss cannot be bested.
Any defeat I experience doesn't even matter as I continue to climb up the ranks. I am already one of the most well known wrestlers going today. I have already done it all. I've won world titles, I have sold out arenas, meanwhile you have not. And look, I don't want you to feel too bad. Not everyone can reach my success, you have to be born for it. And as you have shown everyone, you are not.
Here's why I can't stand you. This is all one big game to you, one big joke. You run around like a spastic child on a sugar high. Meanwhile guys like me, guys who have worked to make wrestling the best it has ever been have to put up with you, and I am tired of having someone like you, someone who does NOT belong in my company keep getting involved with me.. So, in this tag match I am going to end this thing between us by making sure you realize I am what I say I am. The Best at What I do. Mister Better Than You.
Jason drinks the mead from the bottle and wipes his mouth.
Now for you, Emily.
A twisted grin appears on Jason's face as he sets the bottle down.
I still remember the fear you displayed when I had you in that van, the guttural screams that left your body when I informed you I would be throwing you in the lake. You may have escaped from me then, but now there is no escape. And we both know you have no fucking prayer of beating me. You are weak, pathetic and a waste of space. You don't belong in my ring. You cling on Buster Gloves like he's a lifeline. And that will lead to your demise.
I made you feel the same fear Buster feels whenever he seems me Emily. And I plan to do that again. And I will not stop until I see that level of fear return to your eyes. But don't feel special, this has nothing to do with you. I am going to walk you like the bitch you are. I am going to make sure you never want to get in the ring again. And laugh at the fact Buster Gloves cannot save you.
Your knight in shining armor can not save you. He cannot protect you, you are the baby gazelle staring int the eyes of the lion and there is no escape. You Emily, are nothing but a weak little whelp who doesn't even matter. But there is some solace for you. Once I retire you for my amusement, you can relax in the fact you and Buster Gloves will be seeing the same physical therapist as you both struggle to one day walk again. Because I assure you Emily, I cam not going to stop until both of your lives are no longer worth living.
But don't get angry with me Emily. I'm not the one to blame here. Buster is. I gave him a order and he didn't heed it. I told him not to lose that title of his and what did he do? He lost it. When I give an order I expect it to be followed. I am a wrestling god! My will is absolute! And he least that title to an inferior opponent just to spite me! So, since he decided to do that, you will pay the price inn his place with your career. The Boogieman is coming for you Emily, and there is nothing you can do to protect yourself.
Feel free to pray tlo your god for mercy. But spoilers, I won't be listening
