Post by Jason Ryan on Apr 20, 2020 0:20:00 GMT -5
Jason is shown in The Bloodline's timeshare in the Bahamas. In his left hand is a glass of wine that he rotates slightly as he stares out the window
Kingdoms and empires are not built overnight gentlemen.
Jason takes a sip of wine slowly
I would of thought the two of you would understand that for being as seasoned as you are but no. You two parasites, just like the rest of APW refuse to follow my grand plan. Granted, one of you is a annoying buffoon that is a walking talking breathing mental disorder that makes Autism look mild. And the other claims to be a king and demands I bow the knee based off some reputation you have supposedly acquired elsewhere. And then you get upset when I did not treat you like a credible threat. Both of you are so dimwitted it honestly makes me fear for the human race. Z you have children, your stupidity and your uselessness will live on for another generation. Your family tree is one massive abomination. You are an cocaine addicted borderline retarded hack that appeals to the lowest common denominator much like the likes of Red Riot, Eli Breezy, Irina, Spartan and Smith Jones just to name a few. APW is filled with nothing but failures who need this company to do accomplish anything in life. It really is quite dreary.
Jason closes his eyes and smirks
As for you Corey, I know why you want this fight. You want me to acknowledge that you are a decent wrestler, you can't bear the fact that someone thinks so little of you. It keeps you up at night. You have to be validated, you want me and my Bloodline gone. You find that we are disrespectful. You think we are untalented, psh. If we are so untalented, how is it we have done more in a year than you will in life? Not in the ring, the ring doesn't matter. Most wrestling fan are fat, out of weight virgins that are unworthy of our greatness. We are three gods disgusted by the insignificant mortals. Rest assured Corey, I will never give you what you desire, to me you will always be an insect, I will never give you the respect you desire, I am too disgusted by what you are. I hate your kind, people that think being good in the ring means anything. My bank account, my life puts yours to shame. Hell you and the retard are coming onto my turf, to my timeshare. Tell me, what does that tell you that this meaningless brawl for ratings for a shithole company is to be filmed on my territory? And of course this will be the only part of Metal worth watching because The Bloodline is APW.
Jason turns to face the camera with a stoic look with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, implying he hasn't slept in days
I have nothing to prove to you, kings do not concern themselves with the opinions of those beneath them. However my Bloodline will humor you since you want our attention so dearly. you can have it. I fear I may end up like every woman you've ever had sex with, utterly disappointed and having died of boredom waiting for you to get started. And speaking those who are boring and not worth the shit they take in the morning, my least favorite retard, ZMAC
Jason closes his eyes and grits his teeth, muttering something. He opens his eyes and squeezes the wine glass until it shatters. Wine races down his arm but Jason doesn't pay heed
What part of fuck off are you too stupid to understand? I understand you have a raging boner for me and are really an obsessed fan but get this through your head. I. Want. Nothing. To Do. With You! I am sick and tired of hearing your unintelligent voice, I am sick and tired for your nearly unreadable tweets. Seriously, when have to buy the Rosetta Stone Dumbass edition just so I can understand what you are saying, there's something wrong there. You have been a tumor ever since I started here, a thorn in my side that refuses to cesse annoying me. You want me to leave? Well too bad. I don't give swine what they want, those I hate don't get favors from me. And Z, I hate you more than I hate everyone else and that includes the rest of the roster. I can't wait to wrap my hands around your throat and choke, to see your worthless life ebb away from your stupid eyes. I don't want to just fight you Z, I truly want you dead. You and I already have quite a history my rival but I want you to consider this. Despite all you have done to me, I am still here. Perhaps you are losing your edge, or perhaps your so called edge was never here and it is a product of your insanity. Just know, for once management can't protect you, once you step foot in my house, yeah, you will hurt me but I will make sure you die with me. As long as you die, I win. This needs to end, not for my pride's sake, not for The Bloodline but for my unstable mental health. You two are making me unwell and if I want to correct this, you two must fade away. This is a battle for my sanity and you will NOT take it away from me! I refuse to allow it!
Jason sits in a chair and leans back
It is said Heroes are remembered but legends never die. But after Metal, two legends will die and a Bloodline will fly their flag in the blood red sky and will yell their victory cry. That, my friends, is my battle cry.
Suddenly the screen cuts to black for a few moments except for a pair of eyes and a haunting lullaby
