Post by jasonryan on May 21, 2022 2:11:00 GMT -5
Doom. A night where championships were won and lost. A night where legacies were forged. A night where crowds voiced their approval and love for the passion shown in the ring. But, like they say, all good things must come to an end…
Jason is shown in an empty arena, sitting on the stage, wearing a saints sweatshirt and blue jeans. He looks at the empty seats, and listens to the silence that is so ironically deafening.
As addicting I find the roar of the crowd to be, this, this right here is my favorite. No fans, no one out here rehearsing for matches, just me and my thoughts as I prepare myself for my biggest match yet at Level Up. A night where I claim what was ripped away from me. Because one match was scrubbed away, one man who was denied his chance at glory. All because a certain somebody lost his taste for battle, lost his nerve, lost his courage. Because I stole it. Brandan Hendrix. On one hand, I really must commend you. For once in your life, you did the smart thing and walked away. Because you knew what was awaiting you. You knew what was coming your way. You knew what I was going to do to you in that demonic structure. But on the other, you have let me down.
I can’t say I’m surprised my old friend. In the weeks leading up to our match at Doom, I could see the fear in your sleepless bloodshot eyes. I could hear it in your quavering, hollow voice as you were unable to summon forth an ounce of the passion you once held. I could even smell it. It is a stench I have made others feel. I know why you walked away Brandan. It was because of your fear. You feared what I was going to do. You feared the looks on your parents’ faces as I drained the life from your body. You feared the sorrow and terror that would fill your fans as they watched me crucify their hero. So you left. Good. Good. Now stay away! You are banished from my realm! If I ever see you in my world again, I will tear your empty heart for your chest and dine upon it! Sit in your living room and hear the words of your creator, your destroyer, your one true god! Your doom is eternal.
With a satisfied sigh, Jason looks up at the rafters and is silent for several minutes before speaking again.
Now it does so break my heart but we need to speak seriously for a moment. Because there has been a tragedy here in Level Up. The father of one Buster Gloves was recently sent to the ICU unit of his local hospital at the hands of a wrestler signed with Revolution one. And I am afraid these injuries are quite severe. His ribs are bruised and broken. He has a moderate concussion. He had to have several stitches and staples into his skull. Many of his teeth have been knocked out, his left eye is swollen over and he has internal bleeding. This was an attack that was vile and disgusting, the guilty party clearly took pleasure as he tortured this innocent man who did nothing wrong. This man’s desperate sobs and pleas for mercy were music to this predator’s ears, a most delightful symphony. The question is, who is the bastard who would do such a thing?
Jason answers his own question by shrugging his shoulders with a smirk.
In my defense Buster, you have something I want. My friend, it’s time for you to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am the Dreamkiller, The Scourge of Professional Wrestling, and the man who will be taking you of your precious championship. Jason Ryan, multiple-time champion, and the one who killed the career of Brandan Hendrix, without having to lift a finger. I am the man currently being groomed to become the next golden boy of this federation. I’m quite sorry for what happened to your father, my aim was for him to slip into a vegetated state. Ah well, there’s always next time after all. But let’s address your unresolved daddy issues.
You see Buster, this is all about the title I want. Actually, there is something else. You see Buster, I hate you. I despise everything about you. Someone like you, a discount male adult film actor has no business in my world. That ring you stand in, it is my realm. I am the God of War and your unworthy boots dare stand in my realm. Someone like you don’t belong here. I am sick of hearing about your meaningless relationship drama week after week. Now I could have sent the message by taking my steel rod and rendering Riley and Emily immobile for good, and I promise you, one day I WILL end their careers and I’ll make sure you watch helplessly on that day, but I wanted to see your fear, your panic, feel your helplessness as you realized there was nothing you could do.
Oh you should have seen your face, Buster! The shaking in your voice, the tears brimming in your eyes as you prayed what your father was telling you was a lie, that it was some nightmare. But I’m afraid reality tends to be worse than dreaming. Remember the cold jolt of fear that coursed through your body, remember the feeling of helplessness that left you trembling. Memorize it. Because I promise you, you will be feeling it again. When I take your title, a pit of despair will swallow you. I wonder what you’ll say as you drag your broken and battered body to visit your father in his hospital room? I want you to imagine it Buster. Go ahead, close your eyes.
Imagine walking in his room, looking at your father sitting in his bed, eagerly awaiting you, awaiting to hear the news his nightmare has been conquered, that you have slain his Boogyman. Imagine the smile slowly slip from his face as he realizes you no longer have gold in your hands. He looks at you, in disbelief as you hollowly mumble how you let him down. The man who raised you, the man who nurtured you, the man who would die for you without a second thought! Imagine the anguish and the disappointment that will fill his gaze at the embarrassment you would have caused him. I wonder what he will think. Hell Buster, what would your mother think?
Jason slowly stands up and examines the empty arena
Now Buster, do not worry for I am a just and benevolent god. I have an offer for you, one you would be wise to heed. You surrender your title to me, and your father will be safe from further attacks. But, if you try and be a hero, I will make your father’s life a living hell. I will make him suffer for the rest of his days. What little remains of his life on this planet will be spent in misery created by me. But why stop there? You have a number of fans, and here’s something you may not know about me. I hate wrestling fans. You really think I won’t hesitate to harm every single person who cheers your name or wears your merch? Buster, I will do it with the most genuine smile I have ever smiled on my face. Or how about your close personal friends? Let’s take it one step further shall we? Why don’t I turn my attention to those “ special” friends of yours? Here’s the thing Buster. I don’t care what gender someone may be, if it gets me what I want, I have zero problem causing them to suffer. And we both know the only thing smaller than your testicles are your biceps so you cannot hope to protect them. Imagine if you will, me handcuffing you to the ropes and bringing a steel chair onto the backs of these women you are obsessed with. Imagine them begging you to help them as I ensure they never walk again. No no no, I have an even better idea. Your father mentioned children when he called you didn't he? Now, I would never physically harm a child, but what if the next time I play hacky sack with your old man’s head, what if I did it in front of those kids?
Jason walks down to the ramp and climes in between the ropes
Here’s the thing Buster, I can be honest with myself. I admit, my time here has been less than stellar. I haven’t done shit here, Well that changes at EXP 25! At EXP 25, I ascend! I become what I came here to become! I came here to win title sand shove down all of your throats that I am the greatest of my generation! At EXP you better be prepared to kill me Buster! Go for the throat! Leave me a bloody mess! Because if you don’t I promise you, I swear to you, on the life of your father and all you have ever held near and dear to you, you wilol regret it! But kno3w what, I’m sure you won’t take me seriously, why would you? Go ahead, write me off. I am going to haunt you until I take that championship from your waist. Your dreams, your hopes, your desires will be killed before you! At EXP 25, Chicago Illinois, it’s me and you! I will not stop Buster, I will not stop until I get what I want! I don’t care what it takes, I am going to place my boot on your chest, I’m going to hold my new championship up high! And I’m going to loudly yell, “ do you know who I am?! I am the new Wisdom Champion! Jason Mother Fucking God Damn Ryan!
Jason is shown in an empty arena, sitting on the stage, wearing a saints sweatshirt and blue jeans. He looks at the empty seats, and listens to the silence that is so ironically deafening.
As addicting I find the roar of the crowd to be, this, this right here is my favorite. No fans, no one out here rehearsing for matches, just me and my thoughts as I prepare myself for my biggest match yet at Level Up. A night where I claim what was ripped away from me. Because one match was scrubbed away, one man who was denied his chance at glory. All because a certain somebody lost his taste for battle, lost his nerve, lost his courage. Because I stole it. Brandan Hendrix. On one hand, I really must commend you. For once in your life, you did the smart thing and walked away. Because you knew what was awaiting you. You knew what was coming your way. You knew what I was going to do to you in that demonic structure. But on the other, you have let me down.
I can’t say I’m surprised my old friend. In the weeks leading up to our match at Doom, I could see the fear in your sleepless bloodshot eyes. I could hear it in your quavering, hollow voice as you were unable to summon forth an ounce of the passion you once held. I could even smell it. It is a stench I have made others feel. I know why you walked away Brandan. It was because of your fear. You feared what I was going to do. You feared the looks on your parents’ faces as I drained the life from your body. You feared the sorrow and terror that would fill your fans as they watched me crucify their hero. So you left. Good. Good. Now stay away! You are banished from my realm! If I ever see you in my world again, I will tear your empty heart for your chest and dine upon it! Sit in your living room and hear the words of your creator, your destroyer, your one true god! Your doom is eternal.
With a satisfied sigh, Jason looks up at the rafters and is silent for several minutes before speaking again.
Now it does so break my heart but we need to speak seriously for a moment. Because there has been a tragedy here in Level Up. The father of one Buster Gloves was recently sent to the ICU unit of his local hospital at the hands of a wrestler signed with Revolution one. And I am afraid these injuries are quite severe. His ribs are bruised and broken. He has a moderate concussion. He had to have several stitches and staples into his skull. Many of his teeth have been knocked out, his left eye is swollen over and he has internal bleeding. This was an attack that was vile and disgusting, the guilty party clearly took pleasure as he tortured this innocent man who did nothing wrong. This man’s desperate sobs and pleas for mercy were music to this predator’s ears, a most delightful symphony. The question is, who is the bastard who would do such a thing?
Jason answers his own question by shrugging his shoulders with a smirk.
In my defense Buster, you have something I want. My friend, it’s time for you to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am the Dreamkiller, The Scourge of Professional Wrestling, and the man who will be taking you of your precious championship. Jason Ryan, multiple-time champion, and the one who killed the career of Brandan Hendrix, without having to lift a finger. I am the man currently being groomed to become the next golden boy of this federation. I’m quite sorry for what happened to your father, my aim was for him to slip into a vegetated state. Ah well, there’s always next time after all. But let’s address your unresolved daddy issues.
You see Buster, this is all about the title I want. Actually, there is something else. You see Buster, I hate you. I despise everything about you. Someone like you, a discount male adult film actor has no business in my world. That ring you stand in, it is my realm. I am the God of War and your unworthy boots dare stand in my realm. Someone like you don’t belong here. I am sick of hearing about your meaningless relationship drama week after week. Now I could have sent the message by taking my steel rod and rendering Riley and Emily immobile for good, and I promise you, one day I WILL end their careers and I’ll make sure you watch helplessly on that day, but I wanted to see your fear, your panic, feel your helplessness as you realized there was nothing you could do.
Oh you should have seen your face, Buster! The shaking in your voice, the tears brimming in your eyes as you prayed what your father was telling you was a lie, that it was some nightmare. But I’m afraid reality tends to be worse than dreaming. Remember the cold jolt of fear that coursed through your body, remember the feeling of helplessness that left you trembling. Memorize it. Because I promise you, you will be feeling it again. When I take your title, a pit of despair will swallow you. I wonder what you’ll say as you drag your broken and battered body to visit your father in his hospital room? I want you to imagine it Buster. Go ahead, close your eyes.
Imagine walking in his room, looking at your father sitting in his bed, eagerly awaiting you, awaiting to hear the news his nightmare has been conquered, that you have slain his Boogyman. Imagine the smile slowly slip from his face as he realizes you no longer have gold in your hands. He looks at you, in disbelief as you hollowly mumble how you let him down. The man who raised you, the man who nurtured you, the man who would die for you without a second thought! Imagine the anguish and the disappointment that will fill his gaze at the embarrassment you would have caused him. I wonder what he will think. Hell Buster, what would your mother think?
Jason slowly stands up and examines the empty arena
Now Buster, do not worry for I am a just and benevolent god. I have an offer for you, one you would be wise to heed. You surrender your title to me, and your father will be safe from further attacks. But, if you try and be a hero, I will make your father’s life a living hell. I will make him suffer for the rest of his days. What little remains of his life on this planet will be spent in misery created by me. But why stop there? You have a number of fans, and here’s something you may not know about me. I hate wrestling fans. You really think I won’t hesitate to harm every single person who cheers your name or wears your merch? Buster, I will do it with the most genuine smile I have ever smiled on my face. Or how about your close personal friends? Let’s take it one step further shall we? Why don’t I turn my attention to those “ special” friends of yours? Here’s the thing Buster. I don’t care what gender someone may be, if it gets me what I want, I have zero problem causing them to suffer. And we both know the only thing smaller than your testicles are your biceps so you cannot hope to protect them. Imagine if you will, me handcuffing you to the ropes and bringing a steel chair onto the backs of these women you are obsessed with. Imagine them begging you to help them as I ensure they never walk again. No no no, I have an even better idea. Your father mentioned children when he called you didn't he? Now, I would never physically harm a child, but what if the next time I play hacky sack with your old man’s head, what if I did it in front of those kids?
Jason walks down to the ramp and climes in between the ropes
Here’s the thing Buster, I can be honest with myself. I admit, my time here has been less than stellar. I haven’t done shit here, Well that changes at EXP 25! At EXP 25, I ascend! I become what I came here to become! I came here to win title sand shove down all of your throats that I am the greatest of my generation! At EXP you better be prepared to kill me Buster! Go for the throat! Leave me a bloody mess! Because if you don’t I promise you, I swear to you, on the life of your father and all you have ever held near and dear to you, you wilol regret it! But kno3w what, I’m sure you won’t take me seriously, why would you? Go ahead, write me off. I am going to haunt you until I take that championship from your waist. Your dreams, your hopes, your desires will be killed before you! At EXP 25, Chicago Illinois, it’s me and you! I will not stop Buster, I will not stop until I get what I want! I don’t care what it takes, I am going to place my boot on your chest, I’m going to hold my new championship up high! And I’m going to loudly yell, “ do you know who I am?! I am the new Wisdom Champion! Jason Mother Fucking God Damn Ryan!