Post by Jason Ryan on Oct 3, 2020 23:24:16 GMT -5
A man riding a motorcycle comes into the garage, I don't think we have seen this man before. But he looks familiar, wiat, is that Jason Ryan?!
We have never seen him looking like this before. Jason gets off his motorcycle and heads to the back, lighting a cigar. He stops a backstage worker
Hey boy. Where's the creative team?
What?
Are you deaf or just stupid?! The Creative Team! Where are they?!
They're just down the hall...
Was that so hard?! Damn!
In his right hand is his trusty steel rod Helga. Jason glares at the backstage employee and heads to where he was directed, coming to a door. He knocks, waits a few moments then knocks again. When the door doesn't get answered he kicks the door in and enters the room. He has interrupted a meeting with the creative team but it doesn't look like he cares.
Excuse me sir but this is a private meeting-
Jason holds up Helga
Shut up. Don't think I won't use this. You bastards are all going to sit down and not say a word.
The creative team, not having a choice do what they are trold. Jason glares at each of them in return
Any one of you want to tell me why I've been getting buried ever since I came back?
What?
Jason slams his steel rod on the table
Don't play stupid or all y'all are going to the hospital! I am going to ask this one more time. Why are you people trying to bury me?! You give me those God awful promos, you have me do stupid stuff in the ring! You had me give someone a wedgie for fuck's sake! And don't get me started on the bury job that was my last match. Or how about having me get beat up by a 60 something year old man and not let me get any kind of revenge! I am sick and tired of you people taking turns to make me look stupid! WHo's the ring leader?! Which one of you inbred clowns is it?!
Jason, you're a comedy gimmick aren't you so we thought-
Jason marches over and gets within inches of the writer's face, putting out his cigar on his forehead
First of all, it's called brushing your teeth it won't kill you. Second of all, you people have ruined that gimmick before it even got started. I'm not here to pander to anyone. Let me be very clear, you try to write me one more horrible promo and it's lights out, do you understand me?
Y...yes sir.
Jason backs up and glares at the creative team
All of you, clean up the piss dripping down your legs and pay attention! One more stupid promo, one more stupid suggestion in a match, and I'm coming back here. And trust me, you don't like what happens then. This is your last warning. Now where's Remi?
What?
Jason smashes the wall with his steel rod
Where's Remi?! We've got a few things to discuss. Cracks his knuckles.
None of us have seen him
Jason glares at them in turn
APW is a world class promotion. You idiots aren't even good enough to write for Wattpad. Do us all a favor and quit your jobs. I'd say go work at Starbucks but, I don't think any of you can handle that. All of you put together ain't worth the shit I take in the morning. Let me make one thing clear. This is the real Jason Ryan. The Gunslinger. The Last Outlaw. Wrestling's Reckoning. I dare you to piss me off. I'll make you famous. Because let me tell you people something. I may not dress like Satan anymore but I am still the devil and I will unleash hell on your ass!
We have never seen him looking like this before. Jason gets off his motorcycle and heads to the back, lighting a cigar. He stops a backstage worker
Hey boy. Where's the creative team?
What?
Are you deaf or just stupid?! The Creative Team! Where are they?!
They're just down the hall...
Was that so hard?! Damn!
In his right hand is his trusty steel rod Helga. Jason glares at the backstage employee and heads to where he was directed, coming to a door. He knocks, waits a few moments then knocks again. When the door doesn't get answered he kicks the door in and enters the room. He has interrupted a meeting with the creative team but it doesn't look like he cares.
Excuse me sir but this is a private meeting-
Jason holds up Helga
Shut up. Don't think I won't use this. You bastards are all going to sit down and not say a word.
The creative team, not having a choice do what they are trold. Jason glares at each of them in return
Any one of you want to tell me why I've been getting buried ever since I came back?
What?
Jason slams his steel rod on the table
Don't play stupid or all y'all are going to the hospital! I am going to ask this one more time. Why are you people trying to bury me?! You give me those God awful promos, you have me do stupid stuff in the ring! You had me give someone a wedgie for fuck's sake! And don't get me started on the bury job that was my last match. Or how about having me get beat up by a 60 something year old man and not let me get any kind of revenge! I am sick and tired of you people taking turns to make me look stupid! WHo's the ring leader?! Which one of you inbred clowns is it?!
Jason, you're a comedy gimmick aren't you so we thought-
Jason marches over and gets within inches of the writer's face, putting out his cigar on his forehead
First of all, it's called brushing your teeth it won't kill you. Second of all, you people have ruined that gimmick before it even got started. I'm not here to pander to anyone. Let me be very clear, you try to write me one more horrible promo and it's lights out, do you understand me?
Y...yes sir.
Jason backs up and glares at the creative team
All of you, clean up the piss dripping down your legs and pay attention! One more stupid promo, one more stupid suggestion in a match, and I'm coming back here. And trust me, you don't like what happens then. This is your last warning. Now where's Remi?
What?
Jason smashes the wall with his steel rod
Where's Remi?! We've got a few things to discuss. Cracks his knuckles.
None of us have seen him
Jason glares at them in turn
APW is a world class promotion. You idiots aren't even good enough to write for Wattpad. Do us all a favor and quit your jobs. I'd say go work at Starbucks but, I don't think any of you can handle that. All of you put together ain't worth the shit I take in the morning. Let me make one thing clear. This is the real Jason Ryan. The Gunslinger. The Last Outlaw. Wrestling's Reckoning. I dare you to piss me off. I'll make you famous. Because let me tell you people something. I may not dress like Satan anymore but I am still the devil and I will unleash hell on your ass!
