Post by Jason Ryan on Oct 4, 2020 0:49:52 GMT -5
The camera shows Jason with a boat oar in hand looking at the falls at Woodbine Montana, cigarette in mouth. On a small railing made out of stone is an empty Budweiser can. After a few moments, Jason swings the oar, smashing the can off the railing and looks at the camera.
Well. Looks like someone drew a rough one this week. Phoenix Lestrange, allow me to introduce myself. I am The Gunslinger, The Last Outlaw, Wrestling's Reckoning, Jason Ryan. And it would appear like you and I are supposed to fight on Metal. Let me make something clear, despite how the dumbass writers have been portraying me, I'm not some manchild high off Mountain Dew and ADHD medication like Remi and Flop always seem to be.
Jason takes a drag of his cigarette and throws it towards the water below
I'll be honest Phoenix, I don't really know anything about you. I know you've had a few matches and from what I gather you have a little bit of success. Your entrance makes you look like a five cent hooker, I'd change it up if I were you. Don't want to give people the wrong impression. And you, like so many others seem to like to be a bad guy. Seriously, am I the only face in this bitch? I mean there's Andrew Barns but I'd like to suggest a new alignment for him. Pissant, considering the amount of bitching he does. But look Phoenix this cowboy isn't here to run you down.
Jason pulls out a flask and begins to drink heavily from it, red liquid spills a little from the sides. He set sit down and wipes his mouth
Now, you may heard of me or you may not. If you have heard of me, I'm telling you right now to forget whatever you may of heard. Because as far as I'm concerned my resume doesn't matter. I'm starting from square one from here on out. You won't be getting the Patriarch of Professional Wrestling, you won't be getting The Scourge, I have banished him for good and he is never coming back. Consider yourself lucky. If you had to look into that demon's cold dead eyes, well, it has a habit of driving one mad. Instead, you will be facing the real Jason Ryan. The Jason Ryan who always has one in the chamber and when it comes to High Noon, I don't miss.
Jason Ryan sits on the stone railing
Here's something you need to know Phoenix. I am not like all these other people you have faced. I am the hungriest, strongest and most dangerous of my career. In my eyes I have everything to prove. Prove that I am not some flash in the open but I am what I say I am. And if I have to throw you around my ring, if I got to bust you open and cause you to bleed, then I will. Outside that ring, we can go for beers, we can do whatever but once we get inside that ring, it's a whole other story. And the Scourge may no longer be around to influence me but it still left an effect on me. Whenever I am in that ring Phoenix all I see is red. To me, that is not a wrestling ring but a warzone, a battlefield. I don't wrestle to have fun or to make money. Going on extreme hikes is fun to me and I have plenty of money. The reason I wrestle is because I have demons. Demons that refuse to leave me alone Phoenix. I'm sure you are rolling your eyes as you hear that. I mean half the roster here says that right? Yeah but let's be honest. Most of the people here don't have true demons, to most people like our world champion, breaking a nail is a demon. Which by the way, I am going to break the neck of Octopus and piss on the corpse but that's for another promo. Getting back on track.
Jason lights another cigarette
I have a lot of demons and the only thing that makes them shut the fuck up and leave me alone is hurting people. And now your path has crossed mine and that tends to not end well. Let me tell you something, I cam called The Last Outlaw for a very good reason. I am a very sick man, and there is no cure. And I know you are going to say a lot of bad things about me and I get it, I'm a easy target. I'm going to make a drinking game out of your promo by taking a shot each time you bring up my irrelevant win loss record, my shitty world title run, my past or The Bloodline. But before you do that, get in touch with my soon to be ex-wife. She'll give you a fucking novel of everything you can use. That has all the juicy stuff, things that literally not everyone has said already that the fans are bored of hearing. When most people talk about me, they all say the same things. Honestly, if you say anything new, I may just give you a hug after the match. It'd be nice for someone else around here besides me, Eli and America who actually give a shit. But I swear to Jebus if you say anything about how you're the future, I'm going back to cocaine.
Jason flicks the cigarette away after he's done smoking it
Anyway, you may be wondering why I am here at the Woodbine Falls here in Montana. Well, this is my favorite spot in the entire world. This is where I come to think and it's where I am going to rid myself of my past.
Jason picks up a black duffle bag and unzips it. Inside is his Scourge attire and the Bloodline World Heavyweight Championship. Without hesitation he dumps the contents over the railing and watches them fall into the river down below.
Phoenix Lestrange, I'm gonna smoke your ass.
