Post by jasonryan on Jun 30, 2022 20:48:56 GMT -5
Jason is sitting in the corner, staring at the empty ring, in sheer disbelief his reign as Prestige Champion is over already. He breathes hard, his advocate, Ira Stevenson. Jason whispers in his ear and pats his shoulder twice. Ira nods and walks away, grabbing a microphone for his client before nodding slightly and walking away. Jason heaves himself to his feet and stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd gives him a polarizing reaction. Whether they love him or hate him, this man has earned the respect of the OPW fans.
What did you guys think of that match?
That was bullshit! * clap clap clap* That was bullshit! * clap clap clap* That was bullshit!
Really? Is that how feel?
* Cheers followed by cries of bullshit and for a rematch*
I can't believe I am saying this, but I actually agree with all of you. But I really shouldn't say too much, I could get in trouble but.... Nah, know what, screw it. You people want to hear what I really think?
*Cheers*
Okay. Why the fuck did I bother coming back here?!
*Cheers*
When I got the phone call, I was led to believe it was a new OPW. That things had changed. That I wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore, that I would be given a legitimate chance to shine. Surprise surprise, I was lied to. Hey boss, I suggest you pay attention because you and all those other dumbass Yes Men you surround yourself with need to hear what I have to say. Hell, everyone needs to hear what I have to say! Because the fact is that's the last time I will come close to that title because we all know I will be kept away from it so you can build the jobber of the month at my expense! Not that I'm surprised, because my entire tenure here has just been that. I have been forced to lay down for the people management actually care about building and as for me, as far as they're concerned, Jason Ryan can eat shit and die!
* More cheering *
Real quick, what did Gibson ever do to earn a shot at me? Not a Goddamn thing! That's odd. Because I thought everyone had to earn their way around here. At least that's what I was told time and again. Looks like that only applies to the people management don't want around. Because so many people in this company get to be in the high-paying matches despite not doing jack shit for years! So let me be clear to OPW management. You want Gibson to be the guy to build the Prestige Division now? Fine, he can keep the damn thing! Because I have had enough with busting my ass for that belt only to be told to fuck off while making chump pay! So Chris, listen to me carefully, you can go ahead and keep that stupid title, hell you can rule over the division all you want. Because I am done with it. I will NEVER compete in that division again and if anyone in the back has a problem with it, they can go play in traffic. Hell Chris, you can have my spot as the standard-bearer for the Prestige Division because I don't want to be here anymore!
Jason pauses to catch his breath for a minute before continuing his rant.
And here's the thing. I am not looking for sympathy. I know I have done some terrible things. I am beyond redemption. And I get I'm not an easy guy to be around. I'm pretty despicable. Yeah I do what I do for me but for me, wrestling is all I have in this world. I came from nothing, I grew up dirt poor in a small Montana town. And the fact of the matter is, the only reason I bother to get out of bed in the morning is that I love professional wrestling! Because wrestling saved my life. You see when I was a child I was raised in a cult. I know how that sounds but I promise it's the truth. My parents were devout members of a faith system known as The Trinity's Nexus. And growing up with that was hell. I was forced to go along with their bullshit. I wasn't allowed to have friends outside the church. I wasn't allowed to consume anything not church-approved. But one day, when I was four years old I watched my first wrestling match, and I was hooked. I knew from then on I wanted to be a professional wrestler. But my parents wouldn't hear of it.
Whenever they would catch me watching wrestling I was severely punished. There were times I went to bed hungry. There were times they would lock me in my room for days at a time because they were so worried I was being "corrupted." I spent my entire childhood doing my best to hide my love for wrestling. Because I was seen as different, all the other parents would keep their kids away from me. My own siblings treated me like I had leprosy, just because I refused to buy into their cult bullshit! It finally came to a head when my parents discovered I had been training to be a professional wrestler after I got a concussion and they kicked me out, never to speak to me again. Everyone abandoned me, the only thing I had left was wrestling! I vowed that night to become one of the best to ever live, so I could shove it down the throats of every single person in that town that I am better than them!
I have devoted my life to this business! I have sacrificed more than everyone else for this business! I have given away my humanity! Just because I am obsessed with this business! I have walked away from a pregnant girlfriend. I have cut ties with my closest friends. I have committed every sin you can think of. All because unlike every son of a bitch in the back, I NEED to be the best! You fuckers wrestle as a hobby. I do this because I need this! You people only wrestle to make money, I do this because I genuinely love it! So when I am put in the ring with people who can't lace my goddamn boots, it pisses me off!
Jason starts to pace back and forth in the middle of the ring. He tries to speak again but his microphone is cut off. Angry Jason throws the microphone into the crowd and leaves the ring, grabbing another one.
Hey guess what stupid idiots?! There's more than one microphone! And I am not done! Because, OPW has only been back for a couple of weeks now, and like all of these people, I am sick of this shit! I have sat back for years and tried to be a good company guy but I don't get shit for it and I am sick of biting my tongue! There are so many talented wrestlers in that locker room but OPW decides to push people who haven't done a damn thing to deserve it! The fact I am expected to work with Dark Tiger again makes me sick! It makes everyone sick! It makes me want to bash my head against the fucking announce desk! Because Dark Tiger Can. Not Wrestle!
* Cheers*
And we all know the only reason he is still around! And that's because Johnny has a hard-on for his wife! This is the biggest load of crap I have ever been a part of! You know what Dark Tiger, I am going to tell you something you need to hear, that is if you are done getting rubbed for fun! You want to know why no one respects you? It's because you fucking suck! You have always sucked! Yet you walk around the back and act like everyone should bow to you just because of your lineage! You are the biggest diva I have ever dealt with. You walk around talking about how very good you are and how you deserve a push and if anything goes wrong it's never your fault. And your wife should be embarrassed to be married to you because her husband can't even do a clothesline correctly without someone holding his hand! And every time any of us in the back are told we have to wrestle Dark Tiger we all have to hold back the urge to tell the booking team to kiss our asses because Dark Tiger doesn't belong in our locker room! And this isn't Jason Ryan sounding off on Dark Tiger. This is Josh Norman telling the truth about Sebastian Apollo Hardin!
I have been forced to work with Dark Tiger again and again because OPW wants me to help him become the top babyface despite the fact you people are sick of me having to practically wrestle myself and not get rewarded for it! And trust me when I say, nobody wants to see Jason Ryan vs Dark Tiger because Dark Tiger isn't a draw! If he was, people would actually know his name! I have had countless people in the back come up to me and ask me how the hell I deal with working with him because he can't do a damn thing right! Dark Tiger is the biggest Hot topic loving jackass! I have had to carry him in our rivalry, and I am sick of it! So Dark Tiger, I am going to say this once. For once in your unsuccessful life, listen to what someone else has to say. I accept but this is it. I am done playing with you! I am done putting up with you! I have had it with you! After this match, you don't get to piggyback off my name anymore whenever you want relevancy! You want relevancy after this, you have to start earning it! And you know what? I may not come back after our match, I haven't decided! As a matter of fact, if I were a religious man, I’d be praying my termination to come in the mail. Because any company that promotes you isn’t a company that’s going to be around for much longer so what would be the point in showing up?!
Because you take up TV time you don't deserve just because of your wrestling family that you have embarrassed your entire pathetic career! If your father, your grandfather, and your great grandfather were here, they would be ashamed at the curtain jerker you've become and weep at their tarnished legacy! You have ruined what they built and you couldn't care less you uncoordinated dipshit! It's a damn shame because the daughter you have in the business has to inherit your legacy of failure!
Once again Jason's microphone cuts out, so Jason grabs the headset off one of the announcers and talks into it.
I don't care what the repercussions are for saying this. I don't care if I am fined. I don't care if I'm suspended, I don't care if I'm fired. Because I am done. I'm just done. So I'll see you later Dark Tiger. But a word of advice. Stay the fuck out of my way until we get to our match. I've served time in prison for aggravated assault before and I'm not scared of catching a second conviction. And don’t think I’m above putting your mail order bride in the hospital because if there’s one thing OPW needs less of, it’s cheap shit. And as for Management, you can all eat my pubic hair and KISS MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!
Ira Stevenson comes back holding a clipboard. Jason takes it and holds it towards the camera so the viewers at home can see it's his OPW contract. He spits on it, mimes wiping his ass with it then throws it on the ground and stomping on it. He and Ira then exit through the crowd.
What did you guys think of that match?
That was bullshit! * clap clap clap* That was bullshit! * clap clap clap* That was bullshit!
Really? Is that how feel?
* Cheers followed by cries of bullshit and for a rematch*
I can't believe I am saying this, but I actually agree with all of you. But I really shouldn't say too much, I could get in trouble but.... Nah, know what, screw it. You people want to hear what I really think?
*Cheers*
Okay. Why the fuck did I bother coming back here?!
*Cheers*
When I got the phone call, I was led to believe it was a new OPW. That things had changed. That I wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore, that I would be given a legitimate chance to shine. Surprise surprise, I was lied to. Hey boss, I suggest you pay attention because you and all those other dumbass Yes Men you surround yourself with need to hear what I have to say. Hell, everyone needs to hear what I have to say! Because the fact is that's the last time I will come close to that title because we all know I will be kept away from it so you can build the jobber of the month at my expense! Not that I'm surprised, because my entire tenure here has just been that. I have been forced to lay down for the people management actually care about building and as for me, as far as they're concerned, Jason Ryan can eat shit and die!
* More cheering *
Real quick, what did Gibson ever do to earn a shot at me? Not a Goddamn thing! That's odd. Because I thought everyone had to earn their way around here. At least that's what I was told time and again. Looks like that only applies to the people management don't want around. Because so many people in this company get to be in the high-paying matches despite not doing jack shit for years! So let me be clear to OPW management. You want Gibson to be the guy to build the Prestige Division now? Fine, he can keep the damn thing! Because I have had enough with busting my ass for that belt only to be told to fuck off while making chump pay! So Chris, listen to me carefully, you can go ahead and keep that stupid title, hell you can rule over the division all you want. Because I am done with it. I will NEVER compete in that division again and if anyone in the back has a problem with it, they can go play in traffic. Hell Chris, you can have my spot as the standard-bearer for the Prestige Division because I don't want to be here anymore!
Jason pauses to catch his breath for a minute before continuing his rant.
And here's the thing. I am not looking for sympathy. I know I have done some terrible things. I am beyond redemption. And I get I'm not an easy guy to be around. I'm pretty despicable. Yeah I do what I do for me but for me, wrestling is all I have in this world. I came from nothing, I grew up dirt poor in a small Montana town. And the fact of the matter is, the only reason I bother to get out of bed in the morning is that I love professional wrestling! Because wrestling saved my life. You see when I was a child I was raised in a cult. I know how that sounds but I promise it's the truth. My parents were devout members of a faith system known as The Trinity's Nexus. And growing up with that was hell. I was forced to go along with their bullshit. I wasn't allowed to have friends outside the church. I wasn't allowed to consume anything not church-approved. But one day, when I was four years old I watched my first wrestling match, and I was hooked. I knew from then on I wanted to be a professional wrestler. But my parents wouldn't hear of it.
Whenever they would catch me watching wrestling I was severely punished. There were times I went to bed hungry. There were times they would lock me in my room for days at a time because they were so worried I was being "corrupted." I spent my entire childhood doing my best to hide my love for wrestling. Because I was seen as different, all the other parents would keep their kids away from me. My own siblings treated me like I had leprosy, just because I refused to buy into their cult bullshit! It finally came to a head when my parents discovered I had been training to be a professional wrestler after I got a concussion and they kicked me out, never to speak to me again. Everyone abandoned me, the only thing I had left was wrestling! I vowed that night to become one of the best to ever live, so I could shove it down the throats of every single person in that town that I am better than them!
I have devoted my life to this business! I have sacrificed more than everyone else for this business! I have given away my humanity! Just because I am obsessed with this business! I have walked away from a pregnant girlfriend. I have cut ties with my closest friends. I have committed every sin you can think of. All because unlike every son of a bitch in the back, I NEED to be the best! You fuckers wrestle as a hobby. I do this because I need this! You people only wrestle to make money, I do this because I genuinely love it! So when I am put in the ring with people who can't lace my goddamn boots, it pisses me off!
Jason starts to pace back and forth in the middle of the ring. He tries to speak again but his microphone is cut off. Angry Jason throws the microphone into the crowd and leaves the ring, grabbing another one.
Hey guess what stupid idiots?! There's more than one microphone! And I am not done! Because, OPW has only been back for a couple of weeks now, and like all of these people, I am sick of this shit! I have sat back for years and tried to be a good company guy but I don't get shit for it and I am sick of biting my tongue! There are so many talented wrestlers in that locker room but OPW decides to push people who haven't done a damn thing to deserve it! The fact I am expected to work with Dark Tiger again makes me sick! It makes everyone sick! It makes me want to bash my head against the fucking announce desk! Because Dark Tiger Can. Not Wrestle!
* Cheers*
And we all know the only reason he is still around! And that's because Johnny has a hard-on for his wife! This is the biggest load of crap I have ever been a part of! You know what Dark Tiger, I am going to tell you something you need to hear, that is if you are done getting rubbed for fun! You want to know why no one respects you? It's because you fucking suck! You have always sucked! Yet you walk around the back and act like everyone should bow to you just because of your lineage! You are the biggest diva I have ever dealt with. You walk around talking about how very good you are and how you deserve a push and if anything goes wrong it's never your fault. And your wife should be embarrassed to be married to you because her husband can't even do a clothesline correctly without someone holding his hand! And every time any of us in the back are told we have to wrestle Dark Tiger we all have to hold back the urge to tell the booking team to kiss our asses because Dark Tiger doesn't belong in our locker room! And this isn't Jason Ryan sounding off on Dark Tiger. This is Josh Norman telling the truth about Sebastian Apollo Hardin!
I have been forced to work with Dark Tiger again and again because OPW wants me to help him become the top babyface despite the fact you people are sick of me having to practically wrestle myself and not get rewarded for it! And trust me when I say, nobody wants to see Jason Ryan vs Dark Tiger because Dark Tiger isn't a draw! If he was, people would actually know his name! I have had countless people in the back come up to me and ask me how the hell I deal with working with him because he can't do a damn thing right! Dark Tiger is the biggest Hot topic loving jackass! I have had to carry him in our rivalry, and I am sick of it! So Dark Tiger, I am going to say this once. For once in your unsuccessful life, listen to what someone else has to say. I accept but this is it. I am done playing with you! I am done putting up with you! I have had it with you! After this match, you don't get to piggyback off my name anymore whenever you want relevancy! You want relevancy after this, you have to start earning it! And you know what? I may not come back after our match, I haven't decided! As a matter of fact, if I were a religious man, I’d be praying my termination to come in the mail. Because any company that promotes you isn’t a company that’s going to be around for much longer so what would be the point in showing up?!
Because you take up TV time you don't deserve just because of your wrestling family that you have embarrassed your entire pathetic career! If your father, your grandfather, and your great grandfather were here, they would be ashamed at the curtain jerker you've become and weep at their tarnished legacy! You have ruined what they built and you couldn't care less you uncoordinated dipshit! It's a damn shame because the daughter you have in the business has to inherit your legacy of failure!
Once again Jason's microphone cuts out, so Jason grabs the headset off one of the announcers and talks into it.
I don't care what the repercussions are for saying this. I don't care if I am fined. I don't care if I'm suspended, I don't care if I'm fired. Because I am done. I'm just done. So I'll see you later Dark Tiger. But a word of advice. Stay the fuck out of my way until we get to our match. I've served time in prison for aggravated assault before and I'm not scared of catching a second conviction. And don’t think I’m above putting your mail order bride in the hospital because if there’s one thing OPW needs less of, it’s cheap shit. And as for Management, you can all eat my pubic hair and KISS MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!
Ira Stevenson comes back holding a clipboard. Jason takes it and holds it towards the camera so the viewers at home can see it's his OPW contract. He spits on it, mimes wiping his ass with it then throws it on the ground and stomping on it. He and Ira then exit through the crowd.