Post by jasonryan on Jun 7, 2021 3:02:17 GMT -5
In a rundown Cathedral we see Jason Ryan sitting in a pew wearing his usual suit. He is alone in the sanctuary, his voice echoing.
Any moment now, Brandon.
Jason means forward, folding his hands, elbows on his knees.
Believe me I know. I’ve sunk pretty low. But all that I’ve done, OPW has deserved. I’m the bad guy that’s fine. I assure you, it’s no fault of mine. But I assure you, at your expense, justice will at least be served? Justice for what you wonder? Simple. Justice for me. I was cast aside by OPW, they tried to forget about me earlier this year. Jason Ryan they said. The Scourge just ain’t doing it for us. Go home, don’t call us, we’ll call you. I was effectively fired. But now, I am at a crossroads. It’s time to step up or time to back down. And there is only one answer for me. So at the upcoming Showcase I’ll stand up and fight because I know that I’m right. And trust me when I say, I’m ready. Ready as I’ll ever be.
Jason stands up from his pew
You see Brandon I am in no ordinary Cathedral. I happen to be in Salem, where they held the ill advised witch trials. So many falsely accused people were burned at the stake and hanged, convicted of witchcraft. Of course they claimed they is confessions, but they were either tortured out of the victim or the person in question had gone mad and confessed. Imagine their despair, their humiliation. A feeling I know all too well.
Jason sets his jaw and anger flashes in his eyes
Like them I was humiliated, albeit not to such an extent. But OPW brought me on with promises, I was told I’d be given main event after main event, that this company would be built around me, as it should. But I was lied to! I was used to make those unworthy to speak my name! I was put in fodder match after fodder match, told the office just didn’t see anything in me. Me! The one who has taken this industry by storm in the three years I’ve been in it. I am the future of this industry, I am the one who who be holding the Prestige title! But no, Dark Hooker has what is mine and once again I was tossed to the side after a bunch of jobbers got in my way! I am part of the upper elite of professional wrestling! I have no business sharing the ring with such trash! Brandon, you can’t imagine my embarrassment the past few weeks. And I know you have nothing to do with it, but it matters not. You have something I need.
Jason walks over to a rusty basin covered in rust that once held holy water.
I am such a righteous man. Of my superiority I am justly proud. I am so much better than the common man. Yet, gold eludes me, almost as if there were a conspiracy against me. But like fire, the desire to be champion consumes me. This desire is blazing out of control!
Jason pushes the basin over and curses loudly
DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!! Like fire! Hellfire! There’s fire in my skin! This burning desire is turning me to sun. It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame! It is upon those that dare curse my name! The office has concocted a most insidious plan! All because I do things they only wish they can!
Jason states wildly at the camera
This isn’t really your fault Brandon but you have something I want, no, something I need. I need that title around your waist. I need it to March right up to those in the office and in the back, because I know I’ve been the victim of unjust backstage politic bullshit because God forbid I succeed right?! I need that belt to look them in the eyes and shove down their throat that I am the absolute best at what I do, the Franchise of OPW, their fucking superior, the future of the industry! And once I have that title, I will take it to the big screen where it can gain proper exposure. Because the obese virgin neck beards that gap to anyone showing skin that I am forced to preform in front of here don’t deserve to see me wrestle. So I shall take it to the silver screen where I rub elbows with actual A- lost celebrities, not a bunch of losers like the locker room.
Jason stands on stage and moves behind the podium
I tell all of you, be prepared for the coup of the lifetime! A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer. And it may be sordid but I’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues! Months of careful planning, over a year of denial, shall all come to a end when I take your title and force you to kneel before me! From there I shall make all those everyone loves so much and one by one by damn one, every single person will be forced to kneel to their new ruler! And again it starts with you, Brandon. The pyre has been lit, you have been found guilty, and you shall burn. Can you hear the drums Brandon? Listen. If you listen you can make out what they are saying.
A calculated drum bear begins to play. Jason cups his hand over his ear and leans towards the camera.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Any moment now, Brandon.
Jason means forward, folding his hands, elbows on his knees.
Believe me I know. I’ve sunk pretty low. But all that I’ve done, OPW has deserved. I’m the bad guy that’s fine. I assure you, it’s no fault of mine. But I assure you, at your expense, justice will at least be served? Justice for what you wonder? Simple. Justice for me. I was cast aside by OPW, they tried to forget about me earlier this year. Jason Ryan they said. The Scourge just ain’t doing it for us. Go home, don’t call us, we’ll call you. I was effectively fired. But now, I am at a crossroads. It’s time to step up or time to back down. And there is only one answer for me. So at the upcoming Showcase I’ll stand up and fight because I know that I’m right. And trust me when I say, I’m ready. Ready as I’ll ever be.
Jason stands up from his pew
You see Brandon I am in no ordinary Cathedral. I happen to be in Salem, where they held the ill advised witch trials. So many falsely accused people were burned at the stake and hanged, convicted of witchcraft. Of course they claimed they is confessions, but they were either tortured out of the victim or the person in question had gone mad and confessed. Imagine their despair, their humiliation. A feeling I know all too well.
Jason sets his jaw and anger flashes in his eyes
Like them I was humiliated, albeit not to such an extent. But OPW brought me on with promises, I was told I’d be given main event after main event, that this company would be built around me, as it should. But I was lied to! I was used to make those unworthy to speak my name! I was put in fodder match after fodder match, told the office just didn’t see anything in me. Me! The one who has taken this industry by storm in the three years I’ve been in it. I am the future of this industry, I am the one who who be holding the Prestige title! But no, Dark Hooker has what is mine and once again I was tossed to the side after a bunch of jobbers got in my way! I am part of the upper elite of professional wrestling! I have no business sharing the ring with such trash! Brandon, you can’t imagine my embarrassment the past few weeks. And I know you have nothing to do with it, but it matters not. You have something I need.
Jason walks over to a rusty basin covered in rust that once held holy water.
I am such a righteous man. Of my superiority I am justly proud. I am so much better than the common man. Yet, gold eludes me, almost as if there were a conspiracy against me. But like fire, the desire to be champion consumes me. This desire is blazing out of control!
Jason pushes the basin over and curses loudly
DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!! Like fire! Hellfire! There’s fire in my skin! This burning desire is turning me to sun. It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame! It is upon those that dare curse my name! The office has concocted a most insidious plan! All because I do things they only wish they can!
Jason states wildly at the camera
This isn’t really your fault Brandon but you have something I want, no, something I need. I need that title around your waist. I need it to March right up to those in the office and in the back, because I know I’ve been the victim of unjust backstage politic bullshit because God forbid I succeed right?! I need that belt to look them in the eyes and shove down their throat that I am the absolute best at what I do, the Franchise of OPW, their fucking superior, the future of the industry! And once I have that title, I will take it to the big screen where it can gain proper exposure. Because the obese virgin neck beards that gap to anyone showing skin that I am forced to preform in front of here don’t deserve to see me wrestle. So I shall take it to the silver screen where I rub elbows with actual A- lost celebrities, not a bunch of losers like the locker room.
Jason stands on stage and moves behind the podium
I tell all of you, be prepared for the coup of the lifetime! A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer. And it may be sordid but I’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues! Months of careful planning, over a year of denial, shall all come to a end when I take your title and force you to kneel before me! From there I shall make all those everyone loves so much and one by one by damn one, every single person will be forced to kneel to their new ruler! And again it starts with you, Brandon. The pyre has been lit, you have been found guilty, and you shall burn. Can you hear the drums Brandon? Listen. If you listen you can make out what they are saying.
A calculated drum bear begins to play. Jason cups his hand over his ear and leans towards the camera.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.
Burn. Burn. Burn Brandon Burn.