Post by Jason Ryan on Feb 16, 2020 14:14:25 GMT -5
The Titantron shows Jason on the Golden Gate Bridge wearing a nice Italian Silk suit and his hair combed back. The night has fallen but Jason has plenty of light due to the number of cars passing by. Jason lights up a cigar and breaths slowly
When I first came here, I only cared for one person. Me. I came here for one thing. The world heavyweight championship. However due to blatant discrimination and bias I have yet to be given any meaningful chances thus far.
Jason continues to smoke his cigar and begins to walk alongside the bridge
I have tried to play the company’s games. I have tried to go along with what has been asked for me. I show up to matches a man of my stature, a man of my skill has no business in being. My first match was with the Special Olympics champion, Flop, a match I was screwed. Then, I beat the former Junior Heavyweight champion. And did I get a match for that title, a match I had earned?! No! I was given a fucking tag match with the three stooges! And I am sick and tired of the inept booking, the mediocre competition in front of me! I am sick and tired of giving APW a chance to save themselves. They have forced my hand, and now I am officially declaring war!
Jason leans on the railing and looks over the edge
And the first casualty will be my opponent... what’s his name again? Marko Rask? Marky Mark? Ah, who the fuck cares? Just another faceless nobody, just another inept moron this shithole company. I am going to make a example out of him. I am going to hurt him worse than he’s ever been hurt before. I am going to leave him bloody and broken. I will take his will to wrestle ever again and I will choke the life out of it.
Jason re-lights his cigar and faces the camera, backs against the wall
When you go to war, you need an army and when you need an army, you call in your blood. Which is what I have done. APW will rue the day they ever crossed me. Because now, you have to deal with my family, and they’re not nearly as benevolent as I. You’ll soon see. You should have just done as I said APW. It would have spared you the destruction to come. Because now...
Jason unbuttons his suit jacket to reveal a shirt never seen in APW. A black t-shirt with the words “The Bloodline”
We are coming
When I first came here, I only cared for one person. Me. I came here for one thing. The world heavyweight championship. However due to blatant discrimination and bias I have yet to be given any meaningful chances thus far.
Jason continues to smoke his cigar and begins to walk alongside the bridge
I have tried to play the company’s games. I have tried to go along with what has been asked for me. I show up to matches a man of my stature, a man of my skill has no business in being. My first match was with the Special Olympics champion, Flop, a match I was screwed. Then, I beat the former Junior Heavyweight champion. And did I get a match for that title, a match I had earned?! No! I was given a fucking tag match with the three stooges! And I am sick and tired of the inept booking, the mediocre competition in front of me! I am sick and tired of giving APW a chance to save themselves. They have forced my hand, and now I am officially declaring war!
Jason leans on the railing and looks over the edge
And the first casualty will be my opponent... what’s his name again? Marko Rask? Marky Mark? Ah, who the fuck cares? Just another faceless nobody, just another inept moron this shithole company. I am going to make a example out of him. I am going to hurt him worse than he’s ever been hurt before. I am going to leave him bloody and broken. I will take his will to wrestle ever again and I will choke the life out of it.
Jason re-lights his cigar and faces the camera, backs against the wall
When you go to war, you need an army and when you need an army, you call in your blood. Which is what I have done. APW will rue the day they ever crossed me. Because now, you have to deal with my family, and they’re not nearly as benevolent as I. You’ll soon see. You should have just done as I said APW. It would have spared you the destruction to come. Because now...
Jason unbuttons his suit jacket to reveal a shirt never seen in APW. A black t-shirt with the words “The Bloodline”
We are coming
