Post by Jason Ryan on Jun 28, 2020 3:50:29 GMT -5
It is a dark rainy summer night in Billings Montana. The rain is coming down furiously, the wind blows slightly. Traffic is slight at the underpass, the only light comes from the lightbulbs installed above. Standing in the underpass wearing a black suit, holding the APW World Heavyweight Championship, smoking a cigar is Jason Ryan. Jason slowly paces back and forth humming a tune.
Jason watches car after car pass, the sounds of traffic and falling rain playing alongside Jason's humming is the only sound. Finally, after a while Jason starts to sing
The King and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will, we'll roam.
A yellow cab pulls up to Jason and without saying a word, Jason gets in the back. As the cab drives away a voiceover of Jason singing plays in the background
Yo ho, all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
The cab drives to a low end neighborhood, one that screams desperation and poverty. The cab starts in front of a one story blue house falling apart, the yard is overgrown, a tree house has collapsed on itself. Jason gets out and heads to the yard. He walks to the tree house where an old swing that looks as though it will snap at any moment greets him.
Now, some have died and some are alive
and others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay,
we lay to the fiddler's green.
Jason sits on the swing that somehow holds his weight. Jason holds hit tile in his lap and looks at the camera, ignoring the rain
This. This was my home once. This den of vipers was where I spent my childhood, with my brother, my sister and my parents. My childhood isn't something I like to talk about. My parents were vile people, each day was filled with abuse, whether it was emotional, verbal or phyiscal. My parents demanded perfection from me and I rarely lived up to such expectation. There were times I went without eating, this treehouse was my only haven. A shame it has fallen apart. School wasn't much better, I was seen as the weird kid because of my love for wrestling. Thus I experienced torment in the days of my youth. I remember it all so clearly. Why do I exist I used to ask myself. No one on this world needed or wanted me. I was unnecessary. What saved my life, what stopped me from giving up was a local gang if you will that went by the Billings Outlaws. This song was our calling card.
Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
I soon realized that these people that claimed to care for me were taking me down a dark path, one I had no desire to be on. However I had little choice, my parents disowned me and kicked me out after I was arrested at fifteen, after they beat me so bad I nearly died of course. I knew I would die in a ditch, my life meaning nothing, I lived without hope, without a dream. Then I met her.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave,
hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all; pay heed the squall,
and turn your sails to home.
Jason closes his eyes and a small smile appears on his face
Her name was Vala Marshton, daughter of a cop and a teacher. She invited me to her church, to her Youth Group, and slowly we soon had feelings for each other. We then began dating, thus beginning the best year of my life. We dated until I graduated and although I hesitate to use this word, I... I loved her. I truly did. My life was perfect, I had left the gang, I was staying with a good friend of mine, I was working for a local wrestling federation called Treasure State Wrestling and I was enamoured with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, even to this day. I loved her, I truly did. But... then something happened.
The smile leaves Jason's face
I made the biggest mistake of my life. The night we graduated high school, I got her pregnant, and instead of being a man and staying behind to support her, I left to wrestle in Las Vegas. That was six years ago, I haven't seen her since. I guess that truly cements me as a piece of shit huh? Trust me, I know what you think of me and I agree. You know, despite my fortune, despite my accolades, despite everything, I hate myself. When I look in that mirror, I see red due to my self loathing. That is why I am the way I am, I must take out my hatred on others, because I don't see anyone else. All I see is my arrogant face, sneering at how it escaped responsibility of its sins. Which is why I hate seeing other people happy. Why can others achieve what I cannot? That is why I am the way I am. I just feel so numb, so cold. I only feel joy when others suffer as I am cursed to do so every day. It is the only thing in this world that appeases me.
Jason looks at the championship in his lap, not saying anything as he stares at it
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Jason sighs deeply and looks back at the camera
At Bulletproof I defend my championship for the first time against two other men. One of which is just like me, desperate to prove himself, and the other is the first ever champion. Now I do hold a healthy amount of respect for both men but I know why this is happening. Our GM wants me gone, she hates my guts. She is mortified that I am champion. I suppose I cannot truly fault her, I haven't been the kindest to her. Then again, Irina is the last person to reprimand anyone. Her exploits are well known, APW has been under her oppressive boot for far too long and unless someone stands up to her, APW will die out. Irina will not stop until everyone bows their knee to her and she doesn't care if she kills APW in the process. She only cares about herself, she doesn't give a fuck about the wrestlers nor this title. And I know I carry myself as if I am Bulletproof, pun intended my friends, but this is a battle I do not think I can win.
Jason runs a hand through his hair
I have become so weary, so tired of being what I am. All I desire is to be happy, you'd think being the world champ would make one happy. And while it is an honor and a privilege to be the champ, I still feel nothing. I hoped Damon Warrens would reignite my zest for life but still I remain dead inside. Perhaps I will never be happy again. A fitting punishment, wouldn't you say?
Jason puts his title on his shoulder and looks at the night sky, closing his eyes as the rain falls on his face. After a few moments he looks at the camera
Gentlemen, I want you to listen to me closer than you've listened to anyone before. At Bulletproof I am not just defending the World title. I am defending everything. Every movie I've made, every match I've had, every title I have won, every choice I have ever fucking made, I defend it all! Bulletproof is not a wrestling match, it is my last stand! It is my do or die! I HAVE to win! If I do not, my life up to this point has meant nothing, everything I've done, worthless. All the countless hours I've stayed up for nights in a row wondering, all the hours in the gym, the miles traveled, wasted! I have nothing else, wrestling is the only thing that makes my life worth anything. I pushed away all my friends, I walked away from Hollywood, I even sacrificed the person I cared for more than myself for the business. I have sacrificed so much and this, THIS! This fucking World Heavyweight Championship is my reward! This is all the validation I need to reassure me that I made the right choice! It is more than a title to me, it may as well be my heart and my soul. Me and this title are connected now. Without me this title means nothing, without this title, life has no meaning for me. I have done unforgivable things just to obtain things. Tell me, If I was willing to do all that just to gain this title, imagine the depths of depravity I will go to keep it. At Bulletproof, you will not be looking at this man. Hell you won't be staring at The Scourge. Because even my inner demon feels the side of me you will see at Bulletproof. You will see me when I am fighting for my life. You two have what it takes to take my title and truth be told, I am nervous. I have just cause to be. I am the underdog. The champion, the man who carries this company is the underdog, do you not see the problem with that. You both put me in a corner, and now I am forced to bare my teeth and devour you two. Rest assured I will do everything I can to make sure I am the one to walk out with my title. But should I feel on the field of battle I have one request.
Jason stands up slowly
If I am unable to win, I merely ask you make sure you kill me. Go for the throat, because if I can't be the best, if I fall, then I see no reason in keep going. So, should either of you prove to be the better man, make sure I perish. Because I promise you my friends, you are going to have to kill me tko take this! I will see you two at Bulletproof, at Jason Ryan's Last Stand
Jason walks into the darkness as the song begins to play again. The camera fades to black
The King and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will, we'll roam.
Yo ho, all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Now, some have died and some are alive
and others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay,
we lay to the fiddler's green.
Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave,
hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all; pay heed the squall,
and turn your sails to home.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
( www.metrolyrics.com/hoist-the-colors-lyrics-disney.html)
Jason watches car after car pass, the sounds of traffic and falling rain playing alongside Jason's humming is the only sound. Finally, after a while Jason starts to sing
The King and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will, we'll roam.
A yellow cab pulls up to Jason and without saying a word, Jason gets in the back. As the cab drives away a voiceover of Jason singing plays in the background
Yo ho, all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
The cab drives to a low end neighborhood, one that screams desperation and poverty. The cab starts in front of a one story blue house falling apart, the yard is overgrown, a tree house has collapsed on itself. Jason gets out and heads to the yard. He walks to the tree house where an old swing that looks as though it will snap at any moment greets him.
Now, some have died and some are alive
and others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay,
we lay to the fiddler's green.
Jason sits on the swing that somehow holds his weight. Jason holds hit tile in his lap and looks at the camera, ignoring the rain
This. This was my home once. This den of vipers was where I spent my childhood, with my brother, my sister and my parents. My childhood isn't something I like to talk about. My parents were vile people, each day was filled with abuse, whether it was emotional, verbal or phyiscal. My parents demanded perfection from me and I rarely lived up to such expectation. There were times I went without eating, this treehouse was my only haven. A shame it has fallen apart. School wasn't much better, I was seen as the weird kid because of my love for wrestling. Thus I experienced torment in the days of my youth. I remember it all so clearly. Why do I exist I used to ask myself. No one on this world needed or wanted me. I was unnecessary. What saved my life, what stopped me from giving up was a local gang if you will that went by the Billings Outlaws. This song was our calling card.
Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
I soon realized that these people that claimed to care for me were taking me down a dark path, one I had no desire to be on. However I had little choice, my parents disowned me and kicked me out after I was arrested at fifteen, after they beat me so bad I nearly died of course. I knew I would die in a ditch, my life meaning nothing, I lived without hope, without a dream. Then I met her.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave,
hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all; pay heed the squall,
and turn your sails to home.
Jason closes his eyes and a small smile appears on his face
Her name was Vala Marshton, daughter of a cop and a teacher. She invited me to her church, to her Youth Group, and slowly we soon had feelings for each other. We then began dating, thus beginning the best year of my life. We dated until I graduated and although I hesitate to use this word, I... I loved her. I truly did. My life was perfect, I had left the gang, I was staying with a good friend of mine, I was working for a local wrestling federation called Treasure State Wrestling and I was enamoured with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, even to this day. I loved her, I truly did. But... then something happened.
The smile leaves Jason's face
I made the biggest mistake of my life. The night we graduated high school, I got her pregnant, and instead of being a man and staying behind to support her, I left to wrestle in Las Vegas. That was six years ago, I haven't seen her since. I guess that truly cements me as a piece of shit huh? Trust me, I know what you think of me and I agree. You know, despite my fortune, despite my accolades, despite everything, I hate myself. When I look in that mirror, I see red due to my self loathing. That is why I am the way I am, I must take out my hatred on others, because I don't see anyone else. All I see is my arrogant face, sneering at how it escaped responsibility of its sins. Which is why I hate seeing other people happy. Why can others achieve what I cannot? That is why I am the way I am. I just feel so numb, so cold. I only feel joy when others suffer as I am cursed to do so every day. It is the only thing in this world that appeases me.
Jason looks at the championship in his lap, not saying anything as he stares at it
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Jason sighs deeply and looks back at the camera
At Bulletproof I defend my championship for the first time against two other men. One of which is just like me, desperate to prove himself, and the other is the first ever champion. Now I do hold a healthy amount of respect for both men but I know why this is happening. Our GM wants me gone, she hates my guts. She is mortified that I am champion. I suppose I cannot truly fault her, I haven't been the kindest to her. Then again, Irina is the last person to reprimand anyone. Her exploits are well known, APW has been under her oppressive boot for far too long and unless someone stands up to her, APW will die out. Irina will not stop until everyone bows their knee to her and she doesn't care if she kills APW in the process. She only cares about herself, she doesn't give a fuck about the wrestlers nor this title. And I know I carry myself as if I am Bulletproof, pun intended my friends, but this is a battle I do not think I can win.
Jason runs a hand through his hair
I have become so weary, so tired of being what I am. All I desire is to be happy, you'd think being the world champ would make one happy. And while it is an honor and a privilege to be the champ, I still feel nothing. I hoped Damon Warrens would reignite my zest for life but still I remain dead inside. Perhaps I will never be happy again. A fitting punishment, wouldn't you say?
Jason puts his title on his shoulder and looks at the night sky, closing his eyes as the rain falls on his face. After a few moments he looks at the camera
Gentlemen, I want you to listen to me closer than you've listened to anyone before. At Bulletproof I am not just defending the World title. I am defending everything. Every movie I've made, every match I've had, every title I have won, every choice I have ever fucking made, I defend it all! Bulletproof is not a wrestling match, it is my last stand! It is my do or die! I HAVE to win! If I do not, my life up to this point has meant nothing, everything I've done, worthless. All the countless hours I've stayed up for nights in a row wondering, all the hours in the gym, the miles traveled, wasted! I have nothing else, wrestling is the only thing that makes my life worth anything. I pushed away all my friends, I walked away from Hollywood, I even sacrificed the person I cared for more than myself for the business. I have sacrificed so much and this, THIS! This fucking World Heavyweight Championship is my reward! This is all the validation I need to reassure me that I made the right choice! It is more than a title to me, it may as well be my heart and my soul. Me and this title are connected now. Without me this title means nothing, without this title, life has no meaning for me. I have done unforgivable things just to obtain things. Tell me, If I was willing to do all that just to gain this title, imagine the depths of depravity I will go to keep it. At Bulletproof, you will not be looking at this man. Hell you won't be staring at The Scourge. Because even my inner demon feels the side of me you will see at Bulletproof. You will see me when I am fighting for my life. You two have what it takes to take my title and truth be told, I am nervous. I have just cause to be. I am the underdog. The champion, the man who carries this company is the underdog, do you not see the problem with that. You both put me in a corner, and now I am forced to bare my teeth and devour you two. Rest assured I will do everything I can to make sure I am the one to walk out with my title. But should I feel on the field of battle I have one request.
Jason stands up slowly
If I am unable to win, I merely ask you make sure you kill me. Go for the throat, because if I can't be the best, if I fall, then I see no reason in keep going. So, should either of you prove to be the better man, make sure I perish. Because I promise you my friends, you are going to have to kill me tko take this! I will see you two at Bulletproof, at Jason Ryan's Last Stand
Jason walks into the darkness as the song begins to play again. The camera fades to black
The King and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will, we'll roam.
Yo ho, all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Now, some have died and some are alive
and others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay,
we lay to the fiddler's green.
Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave,
hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all; pay heed the squall,
and turn your sails to home.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
( www.metrolyrics.com/hoist-the-colors-lyrics-disney.html)
