Post by Jason Ryan on Sept 27, 2020 23:10:45 GMT -5
Jason is sitting in an altar room, looking at a very familiar looking mirror. On the other side is The Scourge, glaring at Jason. The two stare at one another for a long time, neither saying a word. Finally The Scourge breaks the silence
What a disappointment you've become!
Jason smiles and shrugs
If that's what it takes to prevent your return to our world I'll gladly bear the burden
The Scourge give a demonic hiss, its orange eyes flashing in anger
I will not tolerate this! You belong to me! I am the only reason you are what you have become! You owe me your very soul!
Jason doesn't say a word at first then chuckles
I remember the day I was forced to have you dwell inside of me Legion. My cultists uncle gave me to you as a small boy. Because of you, I never had a childhood and now you have the nerve to demand anything of me?
I won you a world title! This is how you repay me?!
Jason stands up and grabs his steel rod, Helga
What are you doing whelp?! Sit back down! Your master is not done speaking with you!
But I am done with you Legion. It's time you were dealt with. For good
Don't you dare...
Jason readied his steel rod and smashes the mirror, over and over again. An agonized wailing echoes throughout the alar room. Jason looks at the shards of the mirror and sits among them. He looks around the altar room and grins sadly
When I was seven years old, I was taken in by my aunt and uncle who worshipped The Scourge as if he were a god. And one the most holy holiday of said cult, they offered me up as tribute and The Scourge accepted. My life ended on that day and I've never been able to recover. I have ruined every relationship I have ever had. I've made a real mess of things, it's impressive what a screw up I've been recently. But that all ends now. You see, I am getting a little sick of everything. Everyone in APW seems to think I am just the worst wrestler in the world. Listen to me VERY carefully, I have made more instant classics than you fuckers have had sex. Granted for most of you that's not a lot but the point I am trying to make is I am Mister APW! I have revolutionized this bitch! But because I'm a bit of a cold streak I must fucking suck huh? Have any of you been a triple champion or retired straight up legends? Have any of you strong armed literally every company you've been in? Any of you future pro wrestling hall of famers like me? If not, shut your mouths, you don't get to talk. And the best thing is, I am only twenty-four years old. I have yet to hit my prime whereas some of you are way older and your version of a good career is being carried by somebody else.
Jason gets his feet and looks at the camera
I am done screwing around. It's time to get serious. See you boys on the battlefield.
What a disappointment you've become!
Jason smiles and shrugs
If that's what it takes to prevent your return to our world I'll gladly bear the burden
The Scourge give a demonic hiss, its orange eyes flashing in anger
I will not tolerate this! You belong to me! I am the only reason you are what you have become! You owe me your very soul!
Jason doesn't say a word at first then chuckles
I remember the day I was forced to have you dwell inside of me Legion. My cultists uncle gave me to you as a small boy. Because of you, I never had a childhood and now you have the nerve to demand anything of me?
I won you a world title! This is how you repay me?!
Jason stands up and grabs his steel rod, Helga
What are you doing whelp?! Sit back down! Your master is not done speaking with you!
But I am done with you Legion. It's time you were dealt with. For good
Don't you dare...
Jason readied his steel rod and smashes the mirror, over and over again. An agonized wailing echoes throughout the alar room. Jason looks at the shards of the mirror and sits among them. He looks around the altar room and grins sadly
When I was seven years old, I was taken in by my aunt and uncle who worshipped The Scourge as if he were a god. And one the most holy holiday of said cult, they offered me up as tribute and The Scourge accepted. My life ended on that day and I've never been able to recover. I have ruined every relationship I have ever had. I've made a real mess of things, it's impressive what a screw up I've been recently. But that all ends now. You see, I am getting a little sick of everything. Everyone in APW seems to think I am just the worst wrestler in the world. Listen to me VERY carefully, I have made more instant classics than you fuckers have had sex. Granted for most of you that's not a lot but the point I am trying to make is I am Mister APW! I have revolutionized this bitch! But because I'm a bit of a cold streak I must fucking suck huh? Have any of you been a triple champion or retired straight up legends? Have any of you strong armed literally every company you've been in? Any of you future pro wrestling hall of famers like me? If not, shut your mouths, you don't get to talk. And the best thing is, I am only twenty-four years old. I have yet to hit my prime whereas some of you are way older and your version of a good career is being carried by somebody else.
Jason gets his feet and looks at the camera
I am done screwing around. It's time to get serious. See you boys on the battlefield.
