Post by jasonryan on Mar 15, 2022 23:59:44 GMT -5
“ Hunt you down” by Saliva blares through the speakers and Level Up’s newest acquisition makes his presence known. He stands on the stage, wearing a gray silk suit with a black undershirt and black dress pants. He looks at the crowd who give him a mixed reaction. On one hand, this man has been tearing up the wrestling scene in the past four years. Winning championships, main eventing the biggest shows, and facing the who's who of the wrestling world. But on the other hand, this man has done some horrible things. From home invasions to mocking the death of wrestler’s loved ones. Jason looks at the crowd with a stoic expression for several moments before slowly slowly walking down the ramp.
He stops when he gets to the steel steps and kicks them loose. He throws them in the ring then climbs in after them. He is handed a microphone and sits on the steel steps, waiting for his music to subside.
Now. Normally this is the part where the new guy introduces himself to all of you but, all of you know exactly who I am don’t you?
The crowd provides Jason with another mixed reaction. He smirks and leans forward.
At The Last Of Us, I made my debut here at Level Up and I think it's clear I sent the message I intended to send loud and clear enough for all. For those of you who have a short term memory, or are just as stupid as you look and sound, let me remind you of what I did in the guantlet match.
Jason’s attention turns toward the Titantron that shows a short clip showing Jason’s brief yet explosive time in the gauntlet match. When the camera cuts back to Jason, a small smile spreads across his face.
As you can see, when I was in that match I was kicking everybody’s ass. Everybody’s!
Jason stands to his feet.
Of course nothing is ever easy in this world. Because the last man who I would have expected got in my way. Brandon Hendrix.
The fans cheer hearing that name. Upon hearing that, Jason mockingly claps his hands.
Yay! Yay! He said the name of the guy we like! Yay! Let me tell you people something. There would be no Brandon Hendrix without Jason Ryan! If it wasn’t for me, the only way Brandon would be able to get anywhere near this business is to either park my car for me or, be some curtain jerker’s ring rat! If it weren't for me working with him nobody would know his name! He’d be working at some grocery store somewhere, bagging groceries, and amounting to absolutely nothing! That would be his fate if it wasn't for me and what I did to him!
An evil smirk replaces the smile on Jason's face as he looks at the camera.
Yeah. You heard me. It is no secret Brandon Hendrix and I do not like each other. In fact, it is safe to say we hate each other. For those of you who don’t know, Brandon and I are from the same company. The last time we were in the ring together, we tore each other apart in a match where I had only one goal. To kill Brandon’s dreams. How did that turn out? Well, let's see shall we?
Jason turns his attention back to Titantron that shows a video of a bloody and battered Brandon Henderix being hurried to an awaiting ambulance while a bloody and battered Jason mockingly waves goodbye with a twisted smile on his face before blowing the departing Brandon a kiss. The crowd starts to boo as the camera turns back to Jason who is clearly proud of himself.
Honestly, when people ask me what is the proudest moment of my career, I don't tell them about the time I won the Revolution1 International title, which I pinned your good friend Angelo in order to do Brandon. I don't tell them about winning the APW World Heavyweight Championship and briefly retiring the great Damon Warrens. I don't even mention how I became a triple champion within the first six months of my career and fucked the very company Brandon and I come from into the ground, no! I just show them that video! Because that feels me with more joy than any wrestling accolade could ever provide me! The thrill of knowing I had taken any and every hope and dream Brandon had in that company and torn them from his corpse was beyond satisfying!
The crowd begin to boo and chant Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
I know right? Brandon Hendrix is an asshole! Now Brendan-
The boos turn to cheers as the music as Brandon Hendrix begins to play. Jason looks utterly terrified as he looks towards the entrance ramp. The fans continue to cheer as they await Brandon to shut Jason up. However Jason soon collapses into hysterics, dropping to the ring and laughing, banging his fist on the mat. The music dies down as Jason stands up.
Hey I got you all didn't I? Admit it, I got you!
Boooooooooo!
Oh waaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa!
Jason means in the corner, basking in the boos with a big smile on his face.
You see, Brandon and I have history but here’s the thing. All that, to me, was just business that’s it! Despite how much I enjoyed putting Brandon through every layer of Hell, it was nothing but business. Business I had concluded. But it seems Brandon just couldn’t let it go. Because at The Last Of Us, he just had to get in my way once again. Now I knew Brandon thought with his heart and not his head but I never took him for a stupid man. But Brandon , it seems I’ve hit you so hard I’ve caused a great deal of mental damage. Because the second you decided to stick your nose in my business, I made sure your dreams died once again. I ruined your big return! Just like I ruined your career in one company already! And you still want to get involved with me?!
Jason begins to pace in the ring, eyes growing wide, spit flying from his mouth.
What more do I have to do to you Huh? What’s it going to take Brandon for you to stay out of my way?! Wasn’t it enough you caused your beautiful mother to weep for her boy? Wasn’t it enough for you father to come to terms he was going to outlive his own son?! Are you really willing to put them through that all
over again?!
Jason stands on top of the steel steps as the boos become deafening.
Get this through your thick skull boy! In this business you are but a child! I am a God! This is my ring! These are my fans! That is my locker room! This business revolves around me! Consider this your last warning! Never get in my way again! Do not talk to me! Do not look at me! As a matter of fact, don’t even think about me! Because if you do, I will drag you to this ring, I will place your head on the steep steps beneath my feet. And Then, you’ll meet an old friend.
Jason exits the ring and looks underneath. After rummaging for a few moments, he holds up the weapon that he has used his entire career. A stainless steel rod. He rolls back in the ring and stands on the steel steps once again.
Your remember Helga right? You remember how this felt huh? You remember how it tenderized your forehead? Don’t think for a moment I won’t do it again. If you get in my way, I will raise my steel rod above my head. And I will use it to execute your career in front of everyone who cares about you. I will crush your spine and make your new home a rehabilitation facility where it will be nothing short of a gift from God to some day walk again!
Jason looks hard at the camera, dropping the microphone. He speaks in a raspy voice.
Walk away. While you still can.
Jason swiftly exits the ring and heads towards the back.
He stops when he gets to the steel steps and kicks them loose. He throws them in the ring then climbs in after them. He is handed a microphone and sits on the steel steps, waiting for his music to subside.
Now. Normally this is the part where the new guy introduces himself to all of you but, all of you know exactly who I am don’t you?
The crowd provides Jason with another mixed reaction. He smirks and leans forward.
At The Last Of Us, I made my debut here at Level Up and I think it's clear I sent the message I intended to send loud and clear enough for all. For those of you who have a short term memory, or are just as stupid as you look and sound, let me remind you of what I did in the guantlet match.
Jason’s attention turns toward the Titantron that shows a short clip showing Jason’s brief yet explosive time in the gauntlet match. When the camera cuts back to Jason, a small smile spreads across his face.
As you can see, when I was in that match I was kicking everybody’s ass. Everybody’s!
Jason stands to his feet.
Of course nothing is ever easy in this world. Because the last man who I would have expected got in my way. Brandon Hendrix.
The fans cheer hearing that name. Upon hearing that, Jason mockingly claps his hands.
Yay! Yay! He said the name of the guy we like! Yay! Let me tell you people something. There would be no Brandon Hendrix without Jason Ryan! If it wasn’t for me, the only way Brandon would be able to get anywhere near this business is to either park my car for me or, be some curtain jerker’s ring rat! If it weren't for me working with him nobody would know his name! He’d be working at some grocery store somewhere, bagging groceries, and amounting to absolutely nothing! That would be his fate if it wasn't for me and what I did to him!
An evil smirk replaces the smile on Jason's face as he looks at the camera.
Yeah. You heard me. It is no secret Brandon Hendrix and I do not like each other. In fact, it is safe to say we hate each other. For those of you who don’t know, Brandon and I are from the same company. The last time we were in the ring together, we tore each other apart in a match where I had only one goal. To kill Brandon’s dreams. How did that turn out? Well, let's see shall we?
Jason turns his attention back to Titantron that shows a video of a bloody and battered Brandon Henderix being hurried to an awaiting ambulance while a bloody and battered Jason mockingly waves goodbye with a twisted smile on his face before blowing the departing Brandon a kiss. The crowd starts to boo as the camera turns back to Jason who is clearly proud of himself.
Honestly, when people ask me what is the proudest moment of my career, I don't tell them about the time I won the Revolution1 International title, which I pinned your good friend Angelo in order to do Brandon. I don't tell them about winning the APW World Heavyweight Championship and briefly retiring the great Damon Warrens. I don't even mention how I became a triple champion within the first six months of my career and fucked the very company Brandon and I come from into the ground, no! I just show them that video! Because that feels me with more joy than any wrestling accolade could ever provide me! The thrill of knowing I had taken any and every hope and dream Brandon had in that company and torn them from his corpse was beyond satisfying!
The crowd begin to boo and chant Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
I know right? Brandon Hendrix is an asshole! Now Brendan-
The boos turn to cheers as the music as Brandon Hendrix begins to play. Jason looks utterly terrified as he looks towards the entrance ramp. The fans continue to cheer as they await Brandon to shut Jason up. However Jason soon collapses into hysterics, dropping to the ring and laughing, banging his fist on the mat. The music dies down as Jason stands up.
Hey I got you all didn't I? Admit it, I got you!
Boooooooooo!
Oh waaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa!
Jason means in the corner, basking in the boos with a big smile on his face.
You see, Brandon and I have history but here’s the thing. All that, to me, was just business that’s it! Despite how much I enjoyed putting Brandon through every layer of Hell, it was nothing but business. Business I had concluded. But it seems Brandon just couldn’t let it go. Because at The Last Of Us, he just had to get in my way once again. Now I knew Brandon thought with his heart and not his head but I never took him for a stupid man. But Brandon , it seems I’ve hit you so hard I’ve caused a great deal of mental damage. Because the second you decided to stick your nose in my business, I made sure your dreams died once again. I ruined your big return! Just like I ruined your career in one company already! And you still want to get involved with me?!
Jason begins to pace in the ring, eyes growing wide, spit flying from his mouth.
What more do I have to do to you Huh? What’s it going to take Brandon for you to stay out of my way?! Wasn’t it enough you caused your beautiful mother to weep for her boy? Wasn’t it enough for you father to come to terms he was going to outlive his own son?! Are you really willing to put them through that all
over again?!
Jason stands on top of the steel steps as the boos become deafening.
Get this through your thick skull boy! In this business you are but a child! I am a God! This is my ring! These are my fans! That is my locker room! This business revolves around me! Consider this your last warning! Never get in my way again! Do not talk to me! Do not look at me! As a matter of fact, don’t even think about me! Because if you do, I will drag you to this ring, I will place your head on the steep steps beneath my feet. And Then, you’ll meet an old friend.
Jason exits the ring and looks underneath. After rummaging for a few moments, he holds up the weapon that he has used his entire career. A stainless steel rod. He rolls back in the ring and stands on the steel steps once again.
Your remember Helga right? You remember how this felt huh? You remember how it tenderized your forehead? Don’t think for a moment I won’t do it again. If you get in my way, I will raise my steel rod above my head. And I will use it to execute your career in front of everyone who cares about you. I will crush your spine and make your new home a rehabilitation facility where it will be nothing short of a gift from God to some day walk again!
Jason looks hard at the camera, dropping the microphone. He speaks in a raspy voice.
Walk away. While you still can.
Jason swiftly exits the ring and heads towards the back.