Post by Rivers on Jul 28, 2020 21:57:46 GMT -5
One solitary rain drop fell and hit the concrete splattering into nothingness, followed by hard sheets of rain as the speed increased for trying to record a storm in it's natural glory was just impossible to catch in super slow motion. Slowing panning back we notice a storm window, and the person sitting looking outside of the window is one Christian Rivers. Stuck inside of his residence, one of the few times. A warehouse that has been converted into an actual home. It has been completely renovated to include some things that a normal residence would not. We could hear the rain as it pounded, and bounced off of his roof, and it was at this time we believed he would be thinking out loud. But his words would have been too sharp, and his actions while very understandable would likely have left him in a situation that not even Johnny Stylez could have gotten him out of. He was on "house arrest" until he faced Jason Ryan, and that was a very good thing. Had he not been then Jason Ryan might turn up in Tampa Bay some where floating face down. Just another cold case that may have never been solved.
"Jason, due to circumstances beyond my control I have clause in my contract which states I cannot have your blood on my hands until our match place takes place. You know its completely hilarious you once again come out, and complain about a situation you have no control over. Not only have no control over but you speak about business that absolutely has nothing to do with you in OPW. I've said it before, and I'll remind you again. Nobody cares about have you do in that rival organization, and if you're able to win the world title it shows how second rate that company actually is! What is even more hysterical is how you speak like you'll kill me. Boy, you couldn't kill me on your worst day, and most definitely not on your best! You'd be dead quicker than you entered this business. Once I killed you; you would not come back either. Unless you wanted to repeat the same fate, over, and over. When it comes down to it Jason you are the weak, and I am the evil tyranny that plagues this Earth, and unlike the movie Pulp fiction I revel in my role. I keep those obituaries full, and adding your name to the list wouldn't take very long at all. You're acting like a spoiled child crying about shit nobody wants to listen too. I took your reason for living, and now you're acting like you're able to do something. You were a paper champion to begin with. That's why it was so easy to beat you the first time, and that is why I will successfully defend against you a second time. As far as killing goes the only person you'll be killing is yourself after you lose! Normally I would never advocate for suicide but for you Jason I'll make an exception!"
As the camera begins to pan down once again I pull up my pants leg to show an ankle monitor that has been activated. The light is green, and red means deactivated. This won't happen until Showtime arrives.
"You may think that I'm the type of champion not to honor my word but that never happens. I always keep my word, and guess what? As much as you don't want to return to your cardboard box behind whatever bus depot you crawled out of you're going to have to go back to being homeless. Begging for change, eating garbage, and sucking whatever dick you can to make ends meet. I know it's not something you want to talk about. You put it out of your mind for so long. You've craved that little bit of power you stole. However I'm the ultimate power hungry villain, and this is a battle, and a war you cannot win! Face facts Jason! You cannot, and will not win. Why not? Because you're not good enough, and you'll never improve to the level you'll need to be to get there. When you lie, and expect people to believe you that is what really makes me laugh out loud! Here's a fact everybody all ready knows, but I'm sure you'll disagree with. Although, you're too scared to address me here like a man when our promos have been recorded. You're not a man. You just want to blame everybody else for your own failures. So here's that fact you don't want to come face to face with. Even as a former champion you don't deserve a rematch. When I beat you again you'll never get another shot at the OPW Prestige Championship as long as I'm holding this strap. Now, I'm sure that will enrage you, and you'll go back to that rival company, and complain to them. Instead of facing me here like anybody else on the roster would. Especially since I'm under a no contact order until our match."
I begin to scratch my head, and wonder why this match is even taking place. However, if the OPW wanted to give me the night off with an easy match then who was I to complain. This kid loved to say who he was or what he was doing. Even when you hammered the case into his brain he still wasn't getting it. Some people never would. Who knows how long it took Vincent Black to comes to terms with his defeat against me. He was a legend so that was a different story. Jason Ryan was second rate through, and through. He could either improve, or keep going where he was, and fade into obscurity.
"Jason, really what more is there to say? Honestly. I mean is it even worth it to waste my breath to get my point across again? You seem to think you're something special. Well, I hate to bruise your ego even more but you're nothing special. I took you to your limit the last time, and that little visit to the hospital must not have taught you anything. Because I'm going to send your ass back... in a body bag. Instead of a nice comfy room you'll be housed in the morgue. Is that what you really want? To be completely helpless? Do you want to have an out of body experience watching yourself get an autopsy, yet you just can't stop the process? Try me motherfucker! I'll make it a reality for you! So in closing Jason I want you to go cry like a woman, because deep down you know you're a fucking pussy! I'll see you at Showcase, and you'll walk away empty handed yet again!"
The rain finally stops as Rivers rises turning appearing to look for something constructive to do, we then fade to black.
"Jason, due to circumstances beyond my control I have clause in my contract which states I cannot have your blood on my hands until our match place takes place. You know its completely hilarious you once again come out, and complain about a situation you have no control over. Not only have no control over but you speak about business that absolutely has nothing to do with you in OPW. I've said it before, and I'll remind you again. Nobody cares about have you do in that rival organization, and if you're able to win the world title it shows how second rate that company actually is! What is even more hysterical is how you speak like you'll kill me. Boy, you couldn't kill me on your worst day, and most definitely not on your best! You'd be dead quicker than you entered this business. Once I killed you; you would not come back either. Unless you wanted to repeat the same fate, over, and over. When it comes down to it Jason you are the weak, and I am the evil tyranny that plagues this Earth, and unlike the movie Pulp fiction I revel in my role. I keep those obituaries full, and adding your name to the list wouldn't take very long at all. You're acting like a spoiled child crying about shit nobody wants to listen too. I took your reason for living, and now you're acting like you're able to do something. You were a paper champion to begin with. That's why it was so easy to beat you the first time, and that is why I will successfully defend against you a second time. As far as killing goes the only person you'll be killing is yourself after you lose! Normally I would never advocate for suicide but for you Jason I'll make an exception!"
As the camera begins to pan down once again I pull up my pants leg to show an ankle monitor that has been activated. The light is green, and red means deactivated. This won't happen until Showtime arrives.
"You may think that I'm the type of champion not to honor my word but that never happens. I always keep my word, and guess what? As much as you don't want to return to your cardboard box behind whatever bus depot you crawled out of you're going to have to go back to being homeless. Begging for change, eating garbage, and sucking whatever dick you can to make ends meet. I know it's not something you want to talk about. You put it out of your mind for so long. You've craved that little bit of power you stole. However I'm the ultimate power hungry villain, and this is a battle, and a war you cannot win! Face facts Jason! You cannot, and will not win. Why not? Because you're not good enough, and you'll never improve to the level you'll need to be to get there. When you lie, and expect people to believe you that is what really makes me laugh out loud! Here's a fact everybody all ready knows, but I'm sure you'll disagree with. Although, you're too scared to address me here like a man when our promos have been recorded. You're not a man. You just want to blame everybody else for your own failures. So here's that fact you don't want to come face to face with. Even as a former champion you don't deserve a rematch. When I beat you again you'll never get another shot at the OPW Prestige Championship as long as I'm holding this strap. Now, I'm sure that will enrage you, and you'll go back to that rival company, and complain to them. Instead of facing me here like anybody else on the roster would. Especially since I'm under a no contact order until our match."
I begin to scratch my head, and wonder why this match is even taking place. However, if the OPW wanted to give me the night off with an easy match then who was I to complain. This kid loved to say who he was or what he was doing. Even when you hammered the case into his brain he still wasn't getting it. Some people never would. Who knows how long it took Vincent Black to comes to terms with his defeat against me. He was a legend so that was a different story. Jason Ryan was second rate through, and through. He could either improve, or keep going where he was, and fade into obscurity.
"Jason, really what more is there to say? Honestly. I mean is it even worth it to waste my breath to get my point across again? You seem to think you're something special. Well, I hate to bruise your ego even more but you're nothing special. I took you to your limit the last time, and that little visit to the hospital must not have taught you anything. Because I'm going to send your ass back... in a body bag. Instead of a nice comfy room you'll be housed in the morgue. Is that what you really want? To be completely helpless? Do you want to have an out of body experience watching yourself get an autopsy, yet you just can't stop the process? Try me motherfucker! I'll make it a reality for you! So in closing Jason I want you to go cry like a woman, because deep down you know you're a fucking pussy! I'll see you at Showcase, and you'll walk away empty handed yet again!"
The rain finally stops as Rivers rises turning appearing to look for something constructive to do, we then fade to black.