Post by jasonryan on Jun 22, 2022 21:44:13 GMT -5
Showcase. A night where championships were won and lost. A night where the phoenix rose from the ashes. A night where crowds voiced their approval and love for the passion shown in the ring. A new era has arrived for OPW, and one man looks to mold that era in his image.
Jason is shown in an empty arena, sitting on the stage, wearing a New Orleans Saints sweatshirt and blue jeans. He looks at the empty seats and listens to the silence that is so ironically deafening.
As addicting as 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. What a career I have had. Multiple-time champion, the headliner of some of the biggest shows ever. And now, I have what rightfully belongs to me. I have regained my crown, my throne.
Jason holds up the Prestige Championship
I'm a man of my word. I showed up. I ruined Enforcer. I ruined Christian Rivers. I ruined Dark Tiger. I got the ladder. And like usual, I climbed rung by rung until I achieved greatness. I am the first and only man to win this title multiple times. No one has done more for the Prestige Division than me. I'm the standard setter. I'm the one who gets eyes on the product. The One True King. The High Seat of OPW.
With a satisfied sigh, Jason looks up at the rafters and is silent for several minutes before speaking again.
However, as much as I would love the chance to forever gloat about everything I've done, I need to talk about Christina Gibson. Since he wants to make his lackluster comeback at my expense, since he wants attention. Fine Christina, you want my attention? Okay motherfucker, you have my attention.
Jason holds up his championship title toward the camera
You see this? You know what it means to hold this? No. No, you don't. You don't know the responsibilities, the pressures, the burden that I carry, being the name and face of an entire division. You don't know what it's like. You don't know what it takes. I'm not just the Prestige Champion, I am the creator of this division man. I'm the one who puts food on the table for everyone else, I'm the one who gets eyes on the rest of the division. I'm the one who makes the rest of the people in the prestige division relevant. I've been doing that since I got here. Before I got here, nobody knew any of the names in the division. I am the one who made this division what it is. You talking about wanting this but you don't even know what it means to be in my division, do you?
To be in this division, it means you are the one that gets asses in seats, you are the one that gets the fans excited. You are the one expected to steal the show. We wrestle the most matches, we do the most work. This is the workhorse division. But I understand hard work is something that you aren't familiar with. In my division Christina, we earn our spots here. We sacrifice, even when everyone else has gone home, we are here putting in the work to get better. And despite how I feel about everyone else in the division, they've put in the work. They deserve to be in my division, not going after my title, let's not get crazy now. Nobody is fit to sit on my throne, that thing is custom fit for me. Despite that, not a single one of them has ever quit because it's too hard.
Not a single member has whined or cried about how hard it is or how they aren't winning. Every time anyone in my kingdom fails, they don't cry. They stand up and they prepare for the next match. You, on the other hand, do nothing but blubber about how unfairly you were treated before. The peasant dared complain after raising his hand to the king. You must be confused, boy. This title right here, this is my title. This is my show. That is my ring! The fans are my fans! The referee works for me! The camera people work for me! The people in the production truck work for me! Catering works for me! Commentary work for me, the ring announcer, and the backstage interviewer work for me! I am this show! I am OPW! I am wrestling!
Jason slowly stands up and examines the empty arena
Meanwhile, you Christina Gibson, are a loser. You are a failure. And you are a quitter. You lost every single opportunity you were given. You failed every single time you were on screen. And when it got too hard, when the pressure became too much, you quit. because you couldn't take it. You pissed moaned and groaned about how unfairly you were treated, yet no matter how many times I rewind it, I didn't hear you once accept responsibility for your shortcomings. You can feel any way you want. You can come up with any type of excuse you want. At the end of the day, you lost. You failed. And you quit. And now you want to come back, still the piece of shit you've always been. Hell, you blatantly ripped off my shit. You're going to make me submit? Me, The High Seat, the One True King, you're going to make me submit? You going to make me kneel and proclaim as well? How are you going to take my place when you can't even get away with stealing my lines?
Jason walks down to the ramp and climbs in between the ropes
Here’s the thing. Once we get to the match Christina, you're going to lose again. You're going to fail again. And once you lose, there's going to be some consequences. You don't raise your hand to the High Seat of the Division and receive no repercussions. Listen to me, Christina. I'm going to make you quit. And once you quit, I'm going to grab your stuff from the locker room, and I am kicking you out. You hear me, Christina? Once I make you quit, you can take your ball and take your ass home, again. Just do me a favor. Don't whine. Don't piss. Don't moan, once I expose you for the third-rate curtain jerker you are. Don't look at my title Christina. Don't look at that right now, look at me.
My division depends on me, they rely on me to be their king. It will never be you, it will always be me. And if you think I look this good holding a championship title, you should see me in a crown. This is mine, Christina! And you will never, NEVER, take this from me! Oh, you'll take a lot of things boy. You'll take the biggest payday of your life, and you'll take the ass-kicking that comes with it. I am going to ruin you. I am going to make you Submit. I am going to make you Kneel. And then, you will proclaim me as your Prestige champion, your One True King! JASON MOTHERFUCKING RYAN! And if you think I look good with a title, you should see me in a crown.
Jason is shown in an empty arena, sitting on the stage, wearing a New Orleans Saints sweatshirt and blue jeans. He looks at the empty seats and listens to the silence that is so ironically deafening.
As addicting as 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. What a career I have had. Multiple-time champion, the headliner of some of the biggest shows ever. And now, I have what rightfully belongs to me. I have regained my crown, my throne.
Jason holds up the Prestige Championship
I'm a man of my word. I showed up. I ruined Enforcer. I ruined Christian Rivers. I ruined Dark Tiger. I got the ladder. And like usual, I climbed rung by rung until I achieved greatness. I am the first and only man to win this title multiple times. No one has done more for the Prestige Division than me. I'm the standard setter. I'm the one who gets eyes on the product. The One True King. The High Seat of OPW.
With a satisfied sigh, Jason looks up at the rafters and is silent for several minutes before speaking again.
However, as much as I would love the chance to forever gloat about everything I've done, I need to talk about Christina Gibson. Since he wants to make his lackluster comeback at my expense, since he wants attention. Fine Christina, you want my attention? Okay motherfucker, you have my attention.
Jason holds up his championship title toward the camera
You see this? You know what it means to hold this? No. No, you don't. You don't know the responsibilities, the pressures, the burden that I carry, being the name and face of an entire division. You don't know what it's like. You don't know what it takes. I'm not just the Prestige Champion, I am the creator of this division man. I'm the one who puts food on the table for everyone else, I'm the one who gets eyes on the rest of the division. I'm the one who makes the rest of the people in the prestige division relevant. I've been doing that since I got here. Before I got here, nobody knew any of the names in the division. I am the one who made this division what it is. You talking about wanting this but you don't even know what it means to be in my division, do you?
To be in this division, it means you are the one that gets asses in seats, you are the one that gets the fans excited. You are the one expected to steal the show. We wrestle the most matches, we do the most work. This is the workhorse division. But I understand hard work is something that you aren't familiar with. In my division Christina, we earn our spots here. We sacrifice, even when everyone else has gone home, we are here putting in the work to get better. And despite how I feel about everyone else in the division, they've put in the work. They deserve to be in my division, not going after my title, let's not get crazy now. Nobody is fit to sit on my throne, that thing is custom fit for me. Despite that, not a single one of them has ever quit because it's too hard.
Not a single member has whined or cried about how hard it is or how they aren't winning. Every time anyone in my kingdom fails, they don't cry. They stand up and they prepare for the next match. You, on the other hand, do nothing but blubber about how unfairly you were treated before. The peasant dared complain after raising his hand to the king. You must be confused, boy. This title right here, this is my title. This is my show. That is my ring! The fans are my fans! The referee works for me! The camera people work for me! The people in the production truck work for me! Catering works for me! Commentary work for me, the ring announcer, and the backstage interviewer work for me! I am this show! I am OPW! I am wrestling!
Jason slowly stands up and examines the empty arena
Meanwhile, you Christina Gibson, are a loser. You are a failure. And you are a quitter. You lost every single opportunity you were given. You failed every single time you were on screen. And when it got too hard, when the pressure became too much, you quit. because you couldn't take it. You pissed moaned and groaned about how unfairly you were treated, yet no matter how many times I rewind it, I didn't hear you once accept responsibility for your shortcomings. You can feel any way you want. You can come up with any type of excuse you want. At the end of the day, you lost. You failed. And you quit. And now you want to come back, still the piece of shit you've always been. Hell, you blatantly ripped off my shit. You're going to make me submit? Me, The High Seat, the One True King, you're going to make me submit? You going to make me kneel and proclaim as well? How are you going to take my place when you can't even get away with stealing my lines?
Jason walks down to the ramp and climbs in between the ropes
Here’s the thing. Once we get to the match Christina, you're going to lose again. You're going to fail again. And once you lose, there's going to be some consequences. You don't raise your hand to the High Seat of the Division and receive no repercussions. Listen to me, Christina. I'm going to make you quit. And once you quit, I'm going to grab your stuff from the locker room, and I am kicking you out. You hear me, Christina? Once I make you quit, you can take your ball and take your ass home, again. Just do me a favor. Don't whine. Don't piss. Don't moan, once I expose you for the third-rate curtain jerker you are. Don't look at my title Christina. Don't look at that right now, look at me.
My division depends on me, they rely on me to be their king. It will never be you, it will always be me. And if you think I look this good holding a championship title, you should see me in a crown. This is mine, Christina! And you will never, NEVER, take this from me! Oh, you'll take a lot of things boy. You'll take the biggest payday of your life, and you'll take the ass-kicking that comes with it. I am going to ruin you. I am going to make you Submit. I am going to make you Kneel. And then, you will proclaim me as your Prestige champion, your One True King! JASON MOTHERFUCKING RYAN! And if you think I look good with a title, you should see me in a crown.