Post by jasonryan on Jun 5, 2022 3:31:20 GMT -5
It's been a while hasn't it?
The camera shows Jason Ryan sitting in a dark room, holding a glass of red wine in his right hand. The only distinguishable feature of the room is the office chair Jason is sitting in. In Jason's left hand is his infamous steel rod, Helga. Standing next to Jason is his long-time manager and friend, Ira Stevenson. Ira makes sure Jason's wine glass is adequately filled before speaking.
For those who have forgotten, my name is Ira Stevenson and I am the proud advocate for the greatest man to ever live, the diamond of the industry, the Game Changer, Mister Madison Square Garden, the Dreamkiller, God himself, and the rightful heir to OPW, Jason Ryan.
And please, don't make the assumption this is the same man as before, the man who was willing to wait patiently to receive what he was promised to him. The title shots and the main events he was told he would get when he first signed the dotted line. After the OPW owner begged him to sign with this federation when my client was going through the darkest point of his life. No, the Jason Ryan who was willing to be a company guy above all else is dead. Let me ask you all a question. Where is the appreciation and admiration this man has more than earned? Where are his thank yous? Through all the selfish executive decisions, this man endured, yet he never saw the rewards he was promised.
We get it though. We understand. It was never the fault of Johnny Stylez. No no no. He had every intention of holding up his end of the deal. No. It was certain people in the main event scene at the time. Those that felt threatened by my client, worried that he would take their spots so they conspired to hold Jason down. They saw to it that Jason did not achieve his potential here because they were scared of him. Well let me assure you that those days are over. Because my client has returned, however while he may still be next in line for the throne, do not see this as the triumphant return of a gallant prince to claim the throne he is owed. No, my client comes back to OPW with the intention of forcing all of you to kneel.
So, let me say this once more so that you all get it through your thick, unappreciative skulls. This man is the rightful, deserving, future Prestige Champion, my client, your one true King, Jason Ryan.
Jason leans forward, the wine glass in his hand forgotten.
The other three in this match are people I am familiar with. Three that have been enemies of mine before. Men I who will be kneeling before me at the end of the match. I am going to walk into that ring. I'm going to destroy those other three men. And then I am going to take back one of the many things that are rightfully mine in this company. The OPW Prestige championship. I am taking back the division I made relevant. That division would be nothing if it wasn't for me, Before me, the Prestige championship was a belt nobody wanted. But after I held it, suddenly everyone wants to. And after Showcase I'm going to hold it again. Because I demand to hold it again.
This isn't going to be like last time when certain people forced me to jump through hopes to get another shot at MY title. The title I never got a rematch for despite being told I would get one many times. I don't forgive and I don't forget. I remember all the times I was screwed over, my title shots going to others far less deserving. Trust me, that is not happening at Showcase. Because I am here to claim what is mine by right. At Showcase I am going to win back MY title and then I am going to hope the guard rail, my bare ass exposed so this entire company can do what they're best at and kiss it. Then I am going to head back to my house and I will return when I deem so. I am not standing in any more lines, and I'm done asking for permission. The king doesn't answer to the peasants. This is my kingdom!
I am the rightful Prestige champion, I always have been. And once I rebuild my division I will claiming the Immortal championship as well. I am the power around here now and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Nobody can stop me from assuming my place as the lifeline of this company any longer. And anyone who tries, will be made to kneel at the feet of The King.
Christain Rivers. You are the man who beat me for the title. And you never gave me my rematch because you knew your victory was a fluke. And then you went ahead and tarnished my title didn't you? You were right to avoid me but now, nothing can save you. Because I am going to give you what you've had coming to you for a very long time. I am going to demolish you. I am going to make you pay your penance in blood and sweat. And then, you will kneel at my feet. You will submit to me. And you will proclaim me as your king. And only once you've done that will you be welcomed back in my division.
Now, as for you Enforcer, you have a transgression you must atone for as well. You and I never got our match for the Prestige title. You failed to make it happen. You dared to disrespect your King by not giving me a match for the Prestige title. As a result, you will never hold that championship again. You are not fit to rule over my division. You have always been a pretender and you will be exposed as such during this showcase. You dared keep me away from my property. So I promise you, you will be made to Kneel, Submit, and Proclaim.
Finally you Dark Tiger. You are of my creation. I made you who and what you are. It is only because I was willing to work with you when no one else was were you made into somebody. Let me in on a little secret. Before our feud, the one I dominated, the one where I kicked your ass in all but one occasion, you were on the chopping block. Everyone thought you should be released. But I agreed to try and drag something out of you. And even though it took a lot to squeeze anything out of your talentless hide, I was able to make you relevant.
I am the only reason anybody knows who the fuck you are. All you were before you met me, was the disappointment of your family. Yet, I never got a thank you from you. You never acknowledged the fact I made you. So let me be very clear. I will beat a thank you from you. You will show your gratitude to your king. But unlike the other two, after I make you Kneel, Submit and Proclaim, you will be exiled from my company. I told you this before. You are unworthy to be associated with me in any way. Unworthy to be in my kingdom. So after I beat your ass once again, you can take your ass home. You can hang your head and go explain to your family how you let them down once again. Because that, Dark Tiger, is the only thing you have ever done.
Jason throws the full glass of wine against a wall and stands up.
Showcase marks the start of my era here in OPW, one that will never end. It doesn't matter what any of you say or do because this is MY kingdom. And after Showcase, when I take my title and drape it over the only shoulder that deserves to hold it, I will sit upon my throne, I will be crowned and all of you will Kneel. You will Submit. And you will Proclaim that Jason Ryan is your One True King.
The camera shows Jason Ryan sitting in a dark room, holding a glass of red wine in his right hand. The only distinguishable feature of the room is the office chair Jason is sitting in. In Jason's left hand is his infamous steel rod, Helga. Standing next to Jason is his long-time manager and friend, Ira Stevenson. Ira makes sure Jason's wine glass is adequately filled before speaking.
For those who have forgotten, my name is Ira Stevenson and I am the proud advocate for the greatest man to ever live, the diamond of the industry, the Game Changer, Mister Madison Square Garden, the Dreamkiller, God himself, and the rightful heir to OPW, Jason Ryan.
And please, don't make the assumption this is the same man as before, the man who was willing to wait patiently to receive what he was promised to him. The title shots and the main events he was told he would get when he first signed the dotted line. After the OPW owner begged him to sign with this federation when my client was going through the darkest point of his life. No, the Jason Ryan who was willing to be a company guy above all else is dead. Let me ask you all a question. Where is the appreciation and admiration this man has more than earned? Where are his thank yous? Through all the selfish executive decisions, this man endured, yet he never saw the rewards he was promised.
We get it though. We understand. It was never the fault of Johnny Stylez. No no no. He had every intention of holding up his end of the deal. No. It was certain people in the main event scene at the time. Those that felt threatened by my client, worried that he would take their spots so they conspired to hold Jason down. They saw to it that Jason did not achieve his potential here because they were scared of him. Well let me assure you that those days are over. Because my client has returned, however while he may still be next in line for the throne, do not see this as the triumphant return of a gallant prince to claim the throne he is owed. No, my client comes back to OPW with the intention of forcing all of you to kneel.
So, let me say this once more so that you all get it through your thick, unappreciative skulls. This man is the rightful, deserving, future Prestige Champion, my client, your one true King, Jason Ryan.
Jason leans forward, the wine glass in his hand forgotten.
The other three in this match are people I am familiar with. Three that have been enemies of mine before. Men I who will be kneeling before me at the end of the match. I am going to walk into that ring. I'm going to destroy those other three men. And then I am going to take back one of the many things that are rightfully mine in this company. The OPW Prestige championship. I am taking back the division I made relevant. That division would be nothing if it wasn't for me, Before me, the Prestige championship was a belt nobody wanted. But after I held it, suddenly everyone wants to. And after Showcase I'm going to hold it again. Because I demand to hold it again.
This isn't going to be like last time when certain people forced me to jump through hopes to get another shot at MY title. The title I never got a rematch for despite being told I would get one many times. I don't forgive and I don't forget. I remember all the times I was screwed over, my title shots going to others far less deserving. Trust me, that is not happening at Showcase. Because I am here to claim what is mine by right. At Showcase I am going to win back MY title and then I am going to hope the guard rail, my bare ass exposed so this entire company can do what they're best at and kiss it. Then I am going to head back to my house and I will return when I deem so. I am not standing in any more lines, and I'm done asking for permission. The king doesn't answer to the peasants. This is my kingdom!
I am the rightful Prestige champion, I always have been. And once I rebuild my division I will claiming the Immortal championship as well. I am the power around here now and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Nobody can stop me from assuming my place as the lifeline of this company any longer. And anyone who tries, will be made to kneel at the feet of The King.
Christain Rivers. You are the man who beat me for the title. And you never gave me my rematch because you knew your victory was a fluke. And then you went ahead and tarnished my title didn't you? You were right to avoid me but now, nothing can save you. Because I am going to give you what you've had coming to you for a very long time. I am going to demolish you. I am going to make you pay your penance in blood and sweat. And then, you will kneel at my feet. You will submit to me. And you will proclaim me as your king. And only once you've done that will you be welcomed back in my division.
Now, as for you Enforcer, you have a transgression you must atone for as well. You and I never got our match for the Prestige title. You failed to make it happen. You dared to disrespect your King by not giving me a match for the Prestige title. As a result, you will never hold that championship again. You are not fit to rule over my division. You have always been a pretender and you will be exposed as such during this showcase. You dared keep me away from my property. So I promise you, you will be made to Kneel, Submit, and Proclaim.
Finally you Dark Tiger. You are of my creation. I made you who and what you are. It is only because I was willing to work with you when no one else was were you made into somebody. Let me in on a little secret. Before our feud, the one I dominated, the one where I kicked your ass in all but one occasion, you were on the chopping block. Everyone thought you should be released. But I agreed to try and drag something out of you. And even though it took a lot to squeeze anything out of your talentless hide, I was able to make you relevant.
I am the only reason anybody knows who the fuck you are. All you were before you met me, was the disappointment of your family. Yet, I never got a thank you from you. You never acknowledged the fact I made you. So let me be very clear. I will beat a thank you from you. You will show your gratitude to your king. But unlike the other two, after I make you Kneel, Submit and Proclaim, you will be exiled from my company. I told you this before. You are unworthy to be associated with me in any way. Unworthy to be in my kingdom. So after I beat your ass once again, you can take your ass home. You can hang your head and go explain to your family how you let them down once again. Because that, Dark Tiger, is the only thing you have ever done.
Jason throws the full glass of wine against a wall and stands up.
Showcase marks the start of my era here in OPW, one that will never end. It doesn't matter what any of you say or do because this is MY kingdom. And after Showcase, when I take my title and drape it over the only shoulder that deserves to hold it, I will sit upon my throne, I will be crowned and all of you will Kneel. You will Submit. And you will Proclaim that Jason Ryan is your One True King.