Post by jasonryan on May 8, 2022 0:02:17 GMT -5
Jason is sitting in his home theater watching his first match with Brandon Hendrix in BPZ, beer and popcorn in hand. Jason grimaces as Brandon rolls him up for a three count then cheers as he grabs a steel chair and slams it in Brandon’s chest again and again.
I’ve got to hand it to you Brandon. You are tough man. My goal was to make sure you could never wrestle again. I mean, back then, you were nobody. Just some kid Angelo brought in. Who would have thought the wrestling world would take to you from this one match. Ever since I put you in the hospital and nearly ended your career, you have been beloved. It’s almost, like I made you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I am your wrestling father.
The screen changes to show Jason and Brandon meeting for the second time, in a bloody Unsanctioned match, the reason Brandon left BPZ. Jason smirks as he watches himself mockingly wave goodbye to Brandon as he is put in an ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
I heard you nearly passed away as a result of our battles. That your parents and other family members stayed until the wee hours in the morning in the waiting room, praying to their god that you would be okay. If I’m not mistaken you’re Catholic aren’t you? I know you’re religious at least, when we were about to fight for the second time, you were going to have your god drive my demons out of me, or something like that. Well your god may have been able to save you. But he wasn’t able to grant you victory in battle now was he? On the other hand, I walked away with my hand raised. Sounds to me, my Norse Gods triumphed over the god your family worships.
The image on the screen changes to show a new scene, Jason and Angelo Caito fighting for the International Championship at Revolutiuon1.
And now we come to a very interesting development of our tale. Your good friend, a man who really should of done a better job in warning you about me. I mean, back in 2018, I robbed him of everything he lived for. I’m the reason his wife left him, his kids stopped idolizing him. In fact, I think his oldest became a Jason Ryan fan. His life became not worth living. If we are being honest Angelo hasn’t been the same since.
The screen shows Jason pinning Angelo to become Revolution1 International champion.
Odin’s beard it has been a while since I held gold. Who’s that one dude that holds two belts right now? Whoever you are, I’m coming for you. I’d say prepare yourself but I’m going to break your neck no matter what. Might as well do the smart thing and hand me one of those titles, save yourself some pain. And speaking of pain, I am going to find that referee who has been fucking me over since I got here and I am going to put him in a wheelchair. That ref has cost me two matches, so I’m going to break his spine in two places. Think I’ll do it in front of his family too. But that's for later.
The Image shows to Jason and Brandon meeting again at The Last Of Us where Brandon eliminates Jason who in turn ensures Brandon is eliminated. Jason turns off the screen and sits back in his seat.
And now we are approaching the end of our play. The grand finale. Twisted Metal, only one of us will be walking out. And I say good. Because you’re right Brandon. This thing between us, this needs to end. And since it will end, I’m going to tell you something. I never wanted to hurt you, how things have transpired was never supposed to happen. But you ensured it would when you stuck your nose in my business and got in my way. Don’t get me wrong I am undoubtedly the villain in this story. But I’d much rather be an aware villain than an ignorant hero. And you Brandon, don’t even realize the truth. Here's the real truth, these people never cared for you. It was never about you, the only reason they got behind you is because they hate me. I keep telling you this, people like you don’t get to succeed. You don’t get to achieve your dreams, you literally don’t have the heart for it. But no matter how many times I beat that lesson into your dumbass, you refuse to learn it. So fine Brandon, if I have to fight you one last time, I will but I want you to realize something.
Jason moves his face inches from the camera and speaks softly.
You are going to be the reason your parents never have a restful night of sleep again. You will be the reason your mother lays awake, sobbing crying for the return of her baby. You will be the reason your father has to realize he failed as a father and as a man as he comes to terms with the fact he watched his own son die before his eyes and was unable to help him. Your friends and family will be forced to watch your body finally be lowered into that grave you spoke of. Once we get to Doom you will have no one Brandon. No one will be able to save you. You don’t get it, you have to beat me. You have to win. If you don’t, your life will come to an abrupt end. You know what I’m capable of, what I’m willing to do. I have no remorse for my actions, as each breath you take gets shallower and shallower, it will serve as my motivation to keep ytorturing you.
As I use your blood to paint a mural of your demise, I will make sure you suffer for as long as you can. At Doom, this match will forever be known as the Final Stand of Brandon Hendrix. The wrestling landscape just isn’t big enough for the two of us. You have until May 10th to get your affairs in order, tell your loved ones everything you need to. Before it’s too late.
Jason stands up and grabs the camera, leaving the home theater. He walks into the living room where his Native American wife is asleep, still in her law enforcement officer uniform. Jason kisses her on the forehead then heads upstairs. He opens the door to his six year old daughter’s room and stares at his sleeping daughter. After a few moments he closes the door and enters the room of his four year old son.
Shame Brandon. Imagine, If you hadn’t gotten in my way, you could be in my position.
Jason exits his soon room, goes downstairs and walks out the front door, heading to his garage which contains a large shrine to the Norse gods and a wrestling ring. Jason walks to his shrine and lights a candle for each god then gets in the ring. He sits in the middle and sets the camera in front of him.
Brandon. At Doom, one of us is going to meet the gods and be guided to the afterlife. Either defeat me and live as the hero who finally slayed his demon. Or fall to me and forever be known as Jason Ryan’s bitch. Those are your only two options. I will see you at your Doom, our Ragnarok.
I’ve got to hand it to you Brandon. You are tough man. My goal was to make sure you could never wrestle again. I mean, back then, you were nobody. Just some kid Angelo brought in. Who would have thought the wrestling world would take to you from this one match. Ever since I put you in the hospital and nearly ended your career, you have been beloved. It’s almost, like I made you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I am your wrestling father.
The screen changes to show Jason and Brandon meeting for the second time, in a bloody Unsanctioned match, the reason Brandon left BPZ. Jason smirks as he watches himself mockingly wave goodbye to Brandon as he is put in an ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
I heard you nearly passed away as a result of our battles. That your parents and other family members stayed until the wee hours in the morning in the waiting room, praying to their god that you would be okay. If I’m not mistaken you’re Catholic aren’t you? I know you’re religious at least, when we were about to fight for the second time, you were going to have your god drive my demons out of me, or something like that. Well your god may have been able to save you. But he wasn’t able to grant you victory in battle now was he? On the other hand, I walked away with my hand raised. Sounds to me, my Norse Gods triumphed over the god your family worships.
The image on the screen changes to show a new scene, Jason and Angelo Caito fighting for the International Championship at Revolutiuon1.
And now we come to a very interesting development of our tale. Your good friend, a man who really should of done a better job in warning you about me. I mean, back in 2018, I robbed him of everything he lived for. I’m the reason his wife left him, his kids stopped idolizing him. In fact, I think his oldest became a Jason Ryan fan. His life became not worth living. If we are being honest Angelo hasn’t been the same since.
The screen shows Jason pinning Angelo to become Revolution1 International champion.
Odin’s beard it has been a while since I held gold. Who’s that one dude that holds two belts right now? Whoever you are, I’m coming for you. I’d say prepare yourself but I’m going to break your neck no matter what. Might as well do the smart thing and hand me one of those titles, save yourself some pain. And speaking of pain, I am going to find that referee who has been fucking me over since I got here and I am going to put him in a wheelchair. That ref has cost me two matches, so I’m going to break his spine in two places. Think I’ll do it in front of his family too. But that's for later.
The Image shows to Jason and Brandon meeting again at The Last Of Us where Brandon eliminates Jason who in turn ensures Brandon is eliminated. Jason turns off the screen and sits back in his seat.
And now we are approaching the end of our play. The grand finale. Twisted Metal, only one of us will be walking out. And I say good. Because you’re right Brandon. This thing between us, this needs to end. And since it will end, I’m going to tell you something. I never wanted to hurt you, how things have transpired was never supposed to happen. But you ensured it would when you stuck your nose in my business and got in my way. Don’t get me wrong I am undoubtedly the villain in this story. But I’d much rather be an aware villain than an ignorant hero. And you Brandon, don’t even realize the truth. Here's the real truth, these people never cared for you. It was never about you, the only reason they got behind you is because they hate me. I keep telling you this, people like you don’t get to succeed. You don’t get to achieve your dreams, you literally don’t have the heart for it. But no matter how many times I beat that lesson into your dumbass, you refuse to learn it. So fine Brandon, if I have to fight you one last time, I will but I want you to realize something.
Jason moves his face inches from the camera and speaks softly.
You are going to be the reason your parents never have a restful night of sleep again. You will be the reason your mother lays awake, sobbing crying for the return of her baby. You will be the reason your father has to realize he failed as a father and as a man as he comes to terms with the fact he watched his own son die before his eyes and was unable to help him. Your friends and family will be forced to watch your body finally be lowered into that grave you spoke of. Once we get to Doom you will have no one Brandon. No one will be able to save you. You don’t get it, you have to beat me. You have to win. If you don’t, your life will come to an abrupt end. You know what I’m capable of, what I’m willing to do. I have no remorse for my actions, as each breath you take gets shallower and shallower, it will serve as my motivation to keep ytorturing you.
As I use your blood to paint a mural of your demise, I will make sure you suffer for as long as you can. At Doom, this match will forever be known as the Final Stand of Brandon Hendrix. The wrestling landscape just isn’t big enough for the two of us. You have until May 10th to get your affairs in order, tell your loved ones everything you need to. Before it’s too late.
Jason stands up and grabs the camera, leaving the home theater. He walks into the living room where his Native American wife is asleep, still in her law enforcement officer uniform. Jason kisses her on the forehead then heads upstairs. He opens the door to his six year old daughter’s room and stares at his sleeping daughter. After a few moments he closes the door and enters the room of his four year old son.
Shame Brandon. Imagine, If you hadn’t gotten in my way, you could be in my position.
Jason exits his soon room, goes downstairs and walks out the front door, heading to his garage which contains a large shrine to the Norse gods and a wrestling ring. Jason walks to his shrine and lights a candle for each god then gets in the ring. He sits in the middle and sets the camera in front of him.
Brandon. At Doom, one of us is going to meet the gods and be guided to the afterlife. Either defeat me and live as the hero who finally slayed his demon. Or fall to me and forever be known as Jason Ryan’s bitch. Those are your only two options. I will see you at your Doom, our Ragnarok.
