Post by Jason Ryan on Mar 31, 2020 17:02:35 GMT -5
The camera shows a broken down warehouse with a single strobe light. In the center. In the center is a pair of older people, tied to chairs, trying to get free. Muffled screams for help echo throughout the warehouse. Suddenly a shape appears behind them. He walks slowly, coming into focus. It’s Jason Ryan, the Leader of the Bloodline wearing his a black woolen suit. The eyes of the captives widen in horror when he steps into frame and their attempts to escape grow more frantic, their scream as loud as the gags in their mouths will prevent them.
Well well well what have we here? Red Riot, you have fucked up.
Jason pulls the chairs apart and pulls up his own chair so he can sit between them.
I would like to thank the parents of Red Riot for joining me here tonight. At first they resisted but as you people have seen thus far, I can be quite convincing, even if I have to… force the issue? You see Red, you thought you were dealing with Jason Ryan, the Hollywood mega star, the guy who doesn’t care about wrestling. But see, I’m afraid that guy won’t be showing up. You don’t know this incarnation of myself so allow me to start the pleasantries. I go by many names. Evil Incarnate. Most controversial man in wrestling, The Scourge of Professional Wrestling, Judas, Lucifer, Wrestling’s Antichrist. Pick any of the above stated names to address me as, whatever tickles your fancy. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, may I say, how delightful your parents are. We’ve spent the last few hours bonding, haven’t we?
Jason kisses Red’s mom on the cheek and slaps her dad on the back
You see they both have gotten a good look at The Scourge, the inner demon of mine. And it was quite interested in your parents. You should have heard their screams when it was forced to look in its lifeless, uncaring, hollow eyes Red. They screamed. They cried. They begged. They cried for you Red. They begged that you come save them. They cried for your siblings to be their salvation but for those condemned, there can be no salvation. They screamed for hours, begging the Scourge don’t hurt them. But my demon has no desire to inflict bodily harm on your parents, it is merely fascinated by them. You, however, are another story my dear.
Jason sighs and hangs his head. He runs a hand through his hair and looks at the camera
I warned you Red. I truly did. When I told you to not push me, to back off, that was me trying to protect you. I may not like you but I fear The Scourge. It is the one thing that terrifies me. It’s hunger for destruction is like none this business has ever seen. It has been dormant for quite some time. I did everything I could to shackle this demon. I stopped caring about wrestling, I got into Hollywood, retiring from wrestling after only a year in the business I truly missed the crowds, the fans, the adoratio. So I chose to step away. Although it killed me to do so, I had to do what was right, I had to atone for my countless sins.
Jason gives an evil smirk
And what glorious sins they were. I started wrestling in Brendenplayz Wrestling, BPZ for short. There in my first match I ended the career of a crowd favorite named Apex, after driving drunk and accidentally crashing into his father. That automobile accident was not intended, it was my fault. And as I lay on the stretcher, apologizing ever so sincerely, looking at the motionless body of Apex’s father, I realized something. I love hurting people. I enjoy destroying lives. It turns me on sexually. That was the birth of The Scourge. From there my sins only grew worse. I tortured a close friend in Julius, I stole Gunner Flynn’s wife, Gunner was at one time my best friend. I ended the marriage of Angelo and his wife and caused him to go down a downward spiral he has yet to recover from even now. I victimized the father of Josh right in front of him, I watched the tears race down his face as he begged me not to but The Scourge is not moved but human emotion. And then, a year later when it looked like The Scourge was gone, it re-emerged when I turned on Gunner Flynn again. You may ask yourself “ How can someone with a heart do all those terrible things?” The answer is simple Red Riot. I don’t have a heart.
Jason looks out the solitary window
These are the things The Scourge has done. It feeds off despair Red, and I can’t control it. It is the embodiment of evil, it is the Devil himself and you Red Riot will be dancing with him in the pale moonlight.
Jason turns back to look at the camera frowning
And if you’re wondering how I could do such a horrible thing, look in the mirror Red. This is your fault. It’s no secret my personal life has gone to shit. I caught my girlfriend in bed with another man, who I believe is an associate of yours. Speaking of which, you may have been notified already about the person in question being taken in the ER. Actions have consequences my dear friend and everyone must be held accountable for said actions. And I held your friend accountable. And now it’s your turn. You have taken every opportunity to mock me and my personal problems every chance you have gotten. And you also want money from me. Well here.
Jason stands you and digs in his pockets. He pulls out a wad of money and looks at the camera
250k is what we agreed upon correct? Take it! Just fucking take it!
Jason throws the money at the camera, clearly upset now
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! TAKE THE FUCKING MONEY HARLOT!
Jason’s face has twisted to one of rage, of hate. His usual cocky attitude has dissolved to one of depravity. He kicks his chair away and begins to pace back and forth muttering to himself. Red’s parents whimper at his outburst.
This isn’t about money, this has never been about fucking money. Not for me anyway. This is me making sure my name stays out of your disease filled mouth! There’s a reason I demanded a No Holds Barred match, it’s so I can dig thumbtacks in your skin, so I can bust your skull open with my dear Helga.
Jason holds up his steel rod as he says that. The weapon that has become synonymous with him in his short career.
So I can hear your wails of pain as I beat you worse than you’ve ever been beaten in your life. That, Red Riot will be music to my ears.
Jason picks up his chair and sits back down
I have not been myself with you. I have not been myself with any of you. And for that APW, I am sorry. But you are soon going to wish I was. Because you’re going to go witness what happens when the devil takes over first hand.
Jason looks at Red’s parents again and chuckles. He looks back at the camera with a cheeky grin.
Feel free to come pick up your parents Red. They have served their purpose. Feel free to take revenge, I welcome it. But you’ll have a hard time getting in my head. My entire family is dead, my ex is no longer a thought in my mind and I honestly don’t care about my Hollywood career anymore. You see, when you’re the devil, you are not burdened by emotional attachment. Now I would hurry if I were you. These old buildings have a nasty habit of burning down unexpectedly.
Jason holds up lighter fluid and sprays a wide circle around Red’s parents. Jason gets within inches of the frame and lights a match. Red’s parents can be heard screaming for help once more, frantically trying to escape.
You know Red, when FDR said we have nothing to fear but fear itself, He. Never. Met. Me.
Jason throws the match and watches the warehouse catch fire. He watches the warehouse catch fire and mockingly waves goodbye at Red’s parents before leaving. The camera fades to black as smoke and flame begin to fill the warehouse, Red’s parents desperate to escape.
A video replaces the visual of Jason Morphing into what he calls "The Scourge."
After the video ends, the screen turns black except for three words
Be Seeing You
Well well well what have we here? Red Riot, you have fucked up.
Jason pulls the chairs apart and pulls up his own chair so he can sit between them.
I would like to thank the parents of Red Riot for joining me here tonight. At first they resisted but as you people have seen thus far, I can be quite convincing, even if I have to… force the issue? You see Red, you thought you were dealing with Jason Ryan, the Hollywood mega star, the guy who doesn’t care about wrestling. But see, I’m afraid that guy won’t be showing up. You don’t know this incarnation of myself so allow me to start the pleasantries. I go by many names. Evil Incarnate. Most controversial man in wrestling, The Scourge of Professional Wrestling, Judas, Lucifer, Wrestling’s Antichrist. Pick any of the above stated names to address me as, whatever tickles your fancy. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, may I say, how delightful your parents are. We’ve spent the last few hours bonding, haven’t we?
Jason kisses Red’s mom on the cheek and slaps her dad on the back
You see they both have gotten a good look at The Scourge, the inner demon of mine. And it was quite interested in your parents. You should have heard their screams when it was forced to look in its lifeless, uncaring, hollow eyes Red. They screamed. They cried. They begged. They cried for you Red. They begged that you come save them. They cried for your siblings to be their salvation but for those condemned, there can be no salvation. They screamed for hours, begging the Scourge don’t hurt them. But my demon has no desire to inflict bodily harm on your parents, it is merely fascinated by them. You, however, are another story my dear.
Jason sighs and hangs his head. He runs a hand through his hair and looks at the camera
I warned you Red. I truly did. When I told you to not push me, to back off, that was me trying to protect you. I may not like you but I fear The Scourge. It is the one thing that terrifies me. It’s hunger for destruction is like none this business has ever seen. It has been dormant for quite some time. I did everything I could to shackle this demon. I stopped caring about wrestling, I got into Hollywood, retiring from wrestling after only a year in the business I truly missed the crowds, the fans, the adoratio. So I chose to step away. Although it killed me to do so, I had to do what was right, I had to atone for my countless sins.
Jason gives an evil smirk
And what glorious sins they were. I started wrestling in Brendenplayz Wrestling, BPZ for short. There in my first match I ended the career of a crowd favorite named Apex, after driving drunk and accidentally crashing into his father. That automobile accident was not intended, it was my fault. And as I lay on the stretcher, apologizing ever so sincerely, looking at the motionless body of Apex’s father, I realized something. I love hurting people. I enjoy destroying lives. It turns me on sexually. That was the birth of The Scourge. From there my sins only grew worse. I tortured a close friend in Julius, I stole Gunner Flynn’s wife, Gunner was at one time my best friend. I ended the marriage of Angelo and his wife and caused him to go down a downward spiral he has yet to recover from even now. I victimized the father of Josh right in front of him, I watched the tears race down his face as he begged me not to but The Scourge is not moved but human emotion. And then, a year later when it looked like The Scourge was gone, it re-emerged when I turned on Gunner Flynn again. You may ask yourself “ How can someone with a heart do all those terrible things?” The answer is simple Red Riot. I don’t have a heart.
Jason looks out the solitary window
These are the things The Scourge has done. It feeds off despair Red, and I can’t control it. It is the embodiment of evil, it is the Devil himself and you Red Riot will be dancing with him in the pale moonlight.
Jason turns back to look at the camera frowning
And if you’re wondering how I could do such a horrible thing, look in the mirror Red. This is your fault. It’s no secret my personal life has gone to shit. I caught my girlfriend in bed with another man, who I believe is an associate of yours. Speaking of which, you may have been notified already about the person in question being taken in the ER. Actions have consequences my dear friend and everyone must be held accountable for said actions. And I held your friend accountable. And now it’s your turn. You have taken every opportunity to mock me and my personal problems every chance you have gotten. And you also want money from me. Well here.
Jason stands you and digs in his pockets. He pulls out a wad of money and looks at the camera
250k is what we agreed upon correct? Take it! Just fucking take it!
Jason throws the money at the camera, clearly upset now
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! TAKE THE FUCKING MONEY HARLOT!
Jason’s face has twisted to one of rage, of hate. His usual cocky attitude has dissolved to one of depravity. He kicks his chair away and begins to pace back and forth muttering to himself. Red’s parents whimper at his outburst.
This isn’t about money, this has never been about fucking money. Not for me anyway. This is me making sure my name stays out of your disease filled mouth! There’s a reason I demanded a No Holds Barred match, it’s so I can dig thumbtacks in your skin, so I can bust your skull open with my dear Helga.
Jason holds up his steel rod as he says that. The weapon that has become synonymous with him in his short career.
So I can hear your wails of pain as I beat you worse than you’ve ever been beaten in your life. That, Red Riot will be music to my ears.
Jason picks up his chair and sits back down
I have not been myself with you. I have not been myself with any of you. And for that APW, I am sorry. But you are soon going to wish I was. Because you’re going to go witness what happens when the devil takes over first hand.
Jason looks at Red’s parents again and chuckles. He looks back at the camera with a cheeky grin.
Feel free to come pick up your parents Red. They have served their purpose. Feel free to take revenge, I welcome it. But you’ll have a hard time getting in my head. My entire family is dead, my ex is no longer a thought in my mind and I honestly don’t care about my Hollywood career anymore. You see, when you’re the devil, you are not burdened by emotional attachment. Now I would hurry if I were you. These old buildings have a nasty habit of burning down unexpectedly.
Jason holds up lighter fluid and sprays a wide circle around Red’s parents. Jason gets within inches of the frame and lights a match. Red’s parents can be heard screaming for help once more, frantically trying to escape.
You know Red, when FDR said we have nothing to fear but fear itself, He. Never. Met. Me.
Jason throws the match and watches the warehouse catch fire. He watches the warehouse catch fire and mockingly waves goodbye at Red’s parents before leaving. The camera fades to black as smoke and flame begin to fill the warehouse, Red’s parents desperate to escape.
A video replaces the visual of Jason Morphing into what he calls "The Scourge."
After the video ends, the screen turns black except for three words
Be Seeing You
