Post by jasonryan on Oct 31, 2022 17:37:17 GMT -5
The fact I have yet to have another title match is a goddamn slap to the face!"
Jason spits at his longtime friend and manager, Ira Stevenson. The two sit in Jason's executive office, his feet propped up on his desk, hands folded behind his back.
Jason spits at his longtime friend and manager, Ira Stevenson. The two sit in Jason's executive office, his feet propped up on his desk, hands folded behind his back.
I am starting to think the higher ups at Level up don't know what it means for a man of my stature to be apart of their federation. Surely they know what an honor it is for me to wrestle in their ring. Particularly for those who are knowledgeable of the wrestling industry. If they had done their homework, they would know exactly who I am and the numerous accolades that go along with my short career. But, it seems they have chosen to remain willfully ignorant. I am the " Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan. Yet, instead of competing for the Final Boss championship. I am in some throwaway match.
To be fair, the winner of the match does get a shot at a vacate title
Ira nervously says, sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
Ira nervously says, sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
I don't pay you to state the obvious Ira!
Jason snaps, then a small smile appears across his face.
But I suppose you're right. Besides, it's not all bad. t\There is nothing like the thrill of satisfaction I get when I kill the hopes and dreams of someone in front of them after they fight like Hell to try and stop me. There is nothing I love more than to take someone who has spent their entire life wishing upon a shining star, daring to believe all it takes is for them to work ahead and they can achieve success in this business. Bah! Greatness is a sacred thing, gentlemen. Not everyone can be allowed to reach it. And as a man who achieved greatness at a very young age, I have taken it upon myself to decide who is permitted to succeed in my generation of wrestlers, and who shall spend their careers in the abyss of obscurity. So, to simply answer the question, I suppose I will want to fight any fool who has illusions of grandeur so that I may make sure they never realize their dreams as they are forced to grovel at the feet of their wrestling god! "
Jason smirks and crosses his arms.
Jason snaps, then a small smile appears across his face.
But I suppose you're right. Besides, it's not all bad. t\There is nothing like the thrill of satisfaction I get when I kill the hopes and dreams of someone in front of them after they fight like Hell to try and stop me. There is nothing I love more than to take someone who has spent their entire life wishing upon a shining star, daring to believe all it takes is for them to work ahead and they can achieve success in this business. Bah! Greatness is a sacred thing, gentlemen. Not everyone can be allowed to reach it. And as a man who achieved greatness at a very young age, I have taken it upon myself to decide who is permitted to succeed in my generation of wrestlers, and who shall spend their careers in the abyss of obscurity. So, to simply answer the question, I suppose I will want to fight any fool who has illusions of grandeur so that I may make sure they never realize their dreams as they are forced to grovel at the feet of their wrestling god! "
Jason smirks and crosses his arms.
And that is the fate of the others in this match. Nothing can ever just be simple can it? Had Buster Gloves just obeyed me when I said to hand over his title to me, it would have saved everyone a lot of trouble. But Nooooooooooo! Everyone just has to get in my goddamn way! First it was Brandon Hendrix. So I had to end his career. And then it was the likes of Amber Payne and Buster Gloves at the same time. Well, I took out Amber Payne. And I broke Buster Gloves, and still people feel the need to piss me off!
Jason grits his teeth and clenches his fists
I am sick and tired of defiance! Because I have fallen into quite a foul mood, I shall make an example of the others in this match. They all dream of extending their legacies do they? The I shall see to it they each fail in their pursuits. Whomever dares to dream of making it big in this business, and show them how impossible I plan on making their dreams become reality. Anyone who hopes to become something more than the repulsive slug they have been their entire lives is an automatic target of mine. You see, I'm afraid I have laid claim to the monopoly of the greatest to ever exist, and I can't bear the thought of someone rising up to contend for the moniker of the greatest ever wrestle when that is mine by right of birth. And in this business, there is no shortage of fools who hope to become something more than what they currently are. While I do admire their ambition, it has no place in my world and make no mistake about it, the wrestling world is mine and mine alone. I am a god amongst mortals, and I am quite the jealous deity. I simply won't abide by those who refuse to acknowledge me as the pinnacle of the pecking order.
Ira gives his boss a glass of Jack Daniels. As he takes a hearty sip, he keeps eye contact with the judges, a malicious gleam in his eye. He lowers the glass from his mouth and chuckles.
It has been too long since I have held gold, too long for my taste. It is time for me to subjugate this federation as I have all others I have been in.
Jason sips from the glass and swirls the ice in the glass.
I'm afraid in order to realize my ambition to become the greatest to ever do this, I cannot allow myself to show mercy or take pity on anyone. Besides, I am the only man who can handle the burden of being the greatest wrestler to ever exist. Really, all I do to ensure I stay on top of the pecking order is doing my compatriots a kindness. Of course, I could retract that kindness.
Jason says, momentarily closing his eyes before opening them again.
But then who would be the villain?
Jason takes another sip and glares at Ira when he opens his mouth to speak
Jason says, momentarily closing his eyes before opening them again.
But then who would be the villain?
Jason takes another sip and glares at Ira when he opens his mouth to speak
It was rhetorical. Low-class peasants have always resented kings and emperors, such as myself. Which is the source of any and all ire I have ever gotten. Not that I can blame them. I have gifts no one else has, I can do what no one else can do. Before I entered the scene, no one was even aware a wrestler of my caliber could ever exist, so jealousy is only natural. But I'm afraid the landscape of the wrestling scene will be the shame throughout the entirety of my rule. Any dreams that dare be born without my permission.
Jason holds the glass in front of him. While maintaining eye contact with Ira, he drops the glass on the ground, causing it to shatter.
Jason holds the glass in front of him. While maintaining eye contact with Ira, he drops the glass on the ground, causing it to shatter.
There are many kings in this business and even more legends. But at the end of the day, there can only be one god, and I'm afraid someone has signed an eternal contract for that rule. He goes by " The Dreamkiller." He is the Eternal God-King of Professional Wrestling. The One True Tyrant. But you all may address him as Lord Jason Ryan.
Jason stands from his chair and gives his manager a withering glare.
Jason stands from his chair and gives his manager a withering glare.
Now, I am afraid I must leave you. I have rather enjoyed our little chat. Now, could one of you be a dear and clean up that glass? It would be a shame if an unfortunate accident were to occur. I have a bunch of disposable fools to mow down.
Jason spins off his heel and marches out
Jason spins off his heel and marches out
