Post by jasonryan on Jul 6, 2022 23:28:49 GMT -5
Jason sits in his backyard, drinking a glass of mead, staring at a blazing fire in a firepit. His fingers touch the Mjolnir around his neck as a song plays in the background.
When I was first told I was going to work with Dark Tiger I had no idea what I was in for. I remember it like it was yesterday. Johnny pulled me into his office and said " hey man, I need a favor. There's this guy who just isn't catching fire, no matter what I try, people just don't care for him. Could you maybe work with him, see if you could drag anything out of him?" And because Johnny is a good friend of mine I said yes. But looking back, I should have kicked Johnny in the nuts for asking me that. But Dark Tiger, you have been a bigger pain in my ass than my third ex-wife and that is saying something.
Jason takes a drink of his mead and goes quiet for a few minutes before speaking again.
When this thing between us started, it was just me kicking your ass because I could. I knew you couldn't stop me and you couldn't. And yeah I made your life miserable for months and I don't regret any of it. But I know why you hate me so much, it's due to the fact I tried to make your wife who just so happens to have the same parents as you but I don't judge, my personal assistant. Look man, I know you think I was trying to steal the only woman who has ever bothered to acknowledge your existence from you but that wasn't the case man. Look, if it's any consolation, I was going to fire her and freeze her contract so she could never work in this industry again I swear to God. I wasn't going to make moves on her because quite honestly, I wouldn't touch her with your genitalia, or rather, alarmingly lack thereof.
But I get it man, you can't get over the fact I made you my bitch for months but hey, it's not my fault you're the worst member of this roster. But since you want revenge so bad, fine. But I don't think you realize just what it is you've done. You never were very smart, I've seen you try and zip up your own pants, seriously man, figure it out. So allow me to tell you just how badly you fucked up by getting involved in my business. But first...I...want to thank you.
Jason looks like he is going to be sick and makes a big show of dry heaving.
Because what you did gave me a wake-up call, I realized my actions here in OPW have hurt a lot of people, including those that pay their money to see us, and for that, I do apologize. To everyone except for you Dark Tiger. You and your fifty-cent hooker don't deserve an apology because you two deserve the Hell I inflicted on you before and will continue to inflict upon you until you two leave this company because you don't belong here. If anything you two owe me an apology for all the time I have spent trying to make you two relevant, only for you two to drop the ball. I swear the date you two leave this company or even better, are fired, is the date I am going to get tattooed because that's going to be the best day of my life. Well, other than the day you two die. And the best part is, I won't have to worry about you two having kids because all Dark Tiger knows how to do is underperform. I know I said this would be our final chapter but nah, I changed my mind. You and I Dark Tiger, this thing between us, I will never allow it to die until you and your barely sentient sex doll are out of my life for good.
And you actually think facing me in a death match is a good idea. Me? One of the best deathmatch competitors going today, the man who has competed in some of the most violent matches in the past decade, the man whose Japanese deathmatches people actually watched which I know keeps you awake at night. So look here you Hot Topic obsessed Dipshit.
Jason's voice drops to just above a whisper as he stares into the camera.
I fucking hate you. I always have, I always will. In this deathmatch, I am going to beat you like the bitch you are in front of your wife and don't worry, she's going to get the same. I am going to make you experience a layer of Hell you never existed. I am going to ruin your life, I am going to run you out of my company. I will use your blood to paint the ring like a canvas and your wails of agony shall be my symphony. I am not going to scream and yell. I want you to look into my eyes and listen to what I have to say.
You owe me. You owe me for all the time and effort I have been conned in trying to make you something. And it is a price I am going to take out of your blood, I am going to take years from your career as penance. The debt you owe me is vast indeed boy but rest assured, you will pay everything you owe me. I am the only reason anybody knows who the fuck you are in OPW. The only reason anyone has ever cheered for you is that they were disgusted by my actions and I know that bothers you. Because in our little rivalry, it was never about you now has it? It has always been about me, the things I have done to you. You want to be upset that no one has ever supported you, that these people have always been behind me regardless of what I have done? You want to know why no one has ever rooted for you? it's because all you do is let people down.
Your whole career has been nothing but you letting people down. You let down your family's legacy to the point your family name means nothing. You let your wife down in the bedroom but she's used to that. You let this company down by failing to become anything special. I'd say you let the fans down but they already kinda knew you weren't anything beyond a makeup-wearing curtain-jerking mush-mouth dipshit.
Jason sighs and looks down at the ground, throwing his glass of mead to the side. When he speaks again, his voice is shaking with anger.
Every day I come to OPW, ready and willing to do whatever Johnny asks me to do so I can make his company flourish. Because Johnny is one of my best friends and I want his company to be the best it could be. And believe it or not, I am trying so hard not to be the guy I used to be. I am trying so hard not to be the guy who ends careers, crushes dreams, hurts people and doesn't give a shit about anybody but himself. I am trying so hard to be better than that, to avoid that dark place where the only way I can feel is by inflicting pain and suffering. Every day I wake up, I try and make things better. I try to better my legacy, to leave this business a better place than where I found it.
But right now, I am done trying. I am done playing with you Dark Tiger. I am done warning you! I am done letting you off easy! I am done letting you prance around acting as if you are something special! So here's the thing Dark Tiger. You are a dead boy walking. When we get to Showcase, you will not be looking at the guy who has been taking it easy. You will be looking at the man who is willing to kill himself to ensure you never wrestle again! You will be looking at your executioner! Once you get in that ring, you will come face to face with your destroyer! Ragnarök for us approaches but only one of us shall reach Valhalla and spoiler alert, it's not going to be the guy with a voice more pitched than his wife's! I hear Valhalla calling my name Dark Tiger! I hear it loud and clear and win, lose or draw, I will enter Valhalla with my head up high knowing I have buried you six feet under!
When I was first told I was going to work with Dark Tiger I had no idea what I was in for. I remember it like it was yesterday. Johnny pulled me into his office and said " hey man, I need a favor. There's this guy who just isn't catching fire, no matter what I try, people just don't care for him. Could you maybe work with him, see if you could drag anything out of him?" And because Johnny is a good friend of mine I said yes. But looking back, I should have kicked Johnny in the nuts for asking me that. But Dark Tiger, you have been a bigger pain in my ass than my third ex-wife and that is saying something.
Jason takes a drink of his mead and goes quiet for a few minutes before speaking again.
When this thing between us started, it was just me kicking your ass because I could. I knew you couldn't stop me and you couldn't. And yeah I made your life miserable for months and I don't regret any of it. But I know why you hate me so much, it's due to the fact I tried to make your wife who just so happens to have the same parents as you but I don't judge, my personal assistant. Look man, I know you think I was trying to steal the only woman who has ever bothered to acknowledge your existence from you but that wasn't the case man. Look, if it's any consolation, I was going to fire her and freeze her contract so she could never work in this industry again I swear to God. I wasn't going to make moves on her because quite honestly, I wouldn't touch her with your genitalia, or rather, alarmingly lack thereof.
But I get it man, you can't get over the fact I made you my bitch for months but hey, it's not my fault you're the worst member of this roster. But since you want revenge so bad, fine. But I don't think you realize just what it is you've done. You never were very smart, I've seen you try and zip up your own pants, seriously man, figure it out. So allow me to tell you just how badly you fucked up by getting involved in my business. But first...I...want to thank you.
Jason looks like he is going to be sick and makes a big show of dry heaving.
Because what you did gave me a wake-up call, I realized my actions here in OPW have hurt a lot of people, including those that pay their money to see us, and for that, I do apologize. To everyone except for you Dark Tiger. You and your fifty-cent hooker don't deserve an apology because you two deserve the Hell I inflicted on you before and will continue to inflict upon you until you two leave this company because you don't belong here. If anything you two owe me an apology for all the time I have spent trying to make you two relevant, only for you two to drop the ball. I swear the date you two leave this company or even better, are fired, is the date I am going to get tattooed because that's going to be the best day of my life. Well, other than the day you two die. And the best part is, I won't have to worry about you two having kids because all Dark Tiger knows how to do is underperform. I know I said this would be our final chapter but nah, I changed my mind. You and I Dark Tiger, this thing between us, I will never allow it to die until you and your barely sentient sex doll are out of my life for good.
And you actually think facing me in a death match is a good idea. Me? One of the best deathmatch competitors going today, the man who has competed in some of the most violent matches in the past decade, the man whose Japanese deathmatches people actually watched which I know keeps you awake at night. So look here you Hot Topic obsessed Dipshit.
Jason's voice drops to just above a whisper as he stares into the camera.
I fucking hate you. I always have, I always will. In this deathmatch, I am going to beat you like the bitch you are in front of your wife and don't worry, she's going to get the same. I am going to make you experience a layer of Hell you never existed. I am going to ruin your life, I am going to run you out of my company. I will use your blood to paint the ring like a canvas and your wails of agony shall be my symphony. I am not going to scream and yell. I want you to look into my eyes and listen to what I have to say.
You owe me. You owe me for all the time and effort I have been conned in trying to make you something. And it is a price I am going to take out of your blood, I am going to take years from your career as penance. The debt you owe me is vast indeed boy but rest assured, you will pay everything you owe me. I am the only reason anybody knows who the fuck you are in OPW. The only reason anyone has ever cheered for you is that they were disgusted by my actions and I know that bothers you. Because in our little rivalry, it was never about you now has it? It has always been about me, the things I have done to you. You want to be upset that no one has ever supported you, that these people have always been behind me regardless of what I have done? You want to know why no one has ever rooted for you? it's because all you do is let people down.
Your whole career has been nothing but you letting people down. You let down your family's legacy to the point your family name means nothing. You let your wife down in the bedroom but she's used to that. You let this company down by failing to become anything special. I'd say you let the fans down but they already kinda knew you weren't anything beyond a makeup-wearing curtain-jerking mush-mouth dipshit.
Jason sighs and looks down at the ground, throwing his glass of mead to the side. When he speaks again, his voice is shaking with anger.
Every day I come to OPW, ready and willing to do whatever Johnny asks me to do so I can make his company flourish. Because Johnny is one of my best friends and I want his company to be the best it could be. And believe it or not, I am trying so hard not to be the guy I used to be. I am trying so hard not to be the guy who ends careers, crushes dreams, hurts people and doesn't give a shit about anybody but himself. I am trying so hard to be better than that, to avoid that dark place where the only way I can feel is by inflicting pain and suffering. Every day I wake up, I try and make things better. I try to better my legacy, to leave this business a better place than where I found it.
But right now, I am done trying. I am done playing with you Dark Tiger. I am done warning you! I am done letting you off easy! I am done letting you prance around acting as if you are something special! So here's the thing Dark Tiger. You are a dead boy walking. When we get to Showcase, you will not be looking at the guy who has been taking it easy. You will be looking at the man who is willing to kill himself to ensure you never wrestle again! You will be looking at your executioner! Once you get in that ring, you will come face to face with your destroyer! Ragnarök for us approaches but only one of us shall reach Valhalla and spoiler alert, it's not going to be the guy with a voice more pitched than his wife's! I hear Valhalla calling my name Dark Tiger! I hear it loud and clear and win, lose or draw, I will enter Valhalla with my head up high knowing I have buried you six feet under!