Post by Jason Ryan on Oct 25, 2020 21:46:24 GMT -5
Jason is seen sitting in an old tractor, looking at a field. There is barely enough light to see his face. Jason has a bottle of Captain Morgan in one hand, a cigar in another. Jason drinks from the bottle and takes a drag.
Ya know, I am getting a little sick of APW. I come back after purging my demons, I work my ass off to become a better person, I get the news little miss Russian priss is finally gone and I think finally APW gets competent management. Finally I won't have to deal with backstage BS. APW is about to get good. But no, APW is the same it's been since I got here, it's the same thing I've been trying to change since I got here. In fact it's worse. I don't know who I pissed off but my matches are given very little attention, my match with Damon got zero build although anyone with half a brain knew it should of had a proper build. And then I get placed in a random world title match, which was news to me, no one told me until I saw that announcement. Someone is trying to bury me and I'm getting a little sick with being a good company guy. I am getting sick and tired to come to APW just to get shit on each and every week.
Jason drinks more from the bottle and throws it to the side
And to add to my claims, Remi just has to bury me on commentary. And to be honest, I am done humoring it all. I'm sick to death of the whole thing. I am one of the very best to ever compete in APW, bar none. My accolades speak for themselves but because my title reign was so short, all of the sudden I suck according to all of you? Let me remind you people just who I am. Former OPW Prestige champion, former triple BPZ champion. I am the only man, the only man to hold the BPZ global, Tag Team and Premium championships at the same time. You think anyone else in the back could do that? Most of the people in that locker room don't even have an interesting gimmick. And I won the APW world Championship when Damon was on his game. I've done more in my brief career than most of you good for nothing mother fuckers and that eats you up. That bothers you, the fact I am so ungodly talented. But here in APW, I'm not allowed to succeed, God forbid I get over right? I had to threaten the creative team to stop making me look stupid, and instead of getting to fight America's old sex slave and you know get my revenge, I'm being forced to wrestle people that aren't going to be here in six months because no one lasts long here anymore. And you want to know why that is? Because the people running this company are incompetent morons. And they keep hyping up this " Killing Floor " match. Guys, I've been in rougher bouncy castles, this match isn't brutal.
Jason takes another drag of his cigar and chews some dip
The APW title needs someone who is actually going to put forth the effort to make it seem important and I have done that more in my three weeks with the belt then both America and Zaigon did. People forgot Zaigon was world champion, hell, no one even remembers who Zaigon even is! And America, I have never seen a double champion like America fail so badly. America did nothing important with that title. Those two have done something unforgivable, they ruined the world heavyweight championship! And now we have a guy who is one big fucking charity case with the belt. The belt the likes of Smith Jones, Damon Warrens and myself, the three greatest APW wrestlers in history, the Mount Rushmore of APW, alongside Lex Collins. In no way am I stating I am apart of their little stable, but I will give it to them. They deserve the roles in this company they have. I earned my way in this company. ZMAC, Jaice Wilds, Soul Reaver, I could go on and on of guys who couldn't hack it, who couldn't hang. Guys who couldn't keep up and left.
Jason spits out his dip and exits the tractor
Let me make something very clear. This is not a game to me, to me, this is my life, this is all I have. I have dedicated my life to this business. Let me tell you people something, there would be no Zaigon Carter in APW if I didn't grant that little pissant a title shot. And without him, we wouldn't have had that unremarkable America Jackson run. No one cared about Eli Breezy until I worked for him, you know one of the greatest Light Heavyweight champions in company history. And my former Blood compatriots needed me just so that you people knew who the fuck they were. Me and Damon are the greatest rivalry in company history, Jason Ryan is APW! I am the name and face of this company and I am so sick and tired of having to make average seem incredible. In this company, there is only one person who can go toe to toe with me. And he knows who he is.
Jason sinks to his knees
I am obsessed. I am obsessed with the world heavyweight title. It's the only thing I care about. It's the only thing I see when I close my eyes. I am a junkie, a junkie for the world heavyweight title and it is time for me to get my fix. That title and I are one and the same. Without me, that title means nothing. Without that title, life has no meaning.
Jason looks up at the camera
I WANT MY FUCKING LIFE BACK!
Ya know, I am getting a little sick of APW. I come back after purging my demons, I work my ass off to become a better person, I get the news little miss Russian priss is finally gone and I think finally APW gets competent management. Finally I won't have to deal with backstage BS. APW is about to get good. But no, APW is the same it's been since I got here, it's the same thing I've been trying to change since I got here. In fact it's worse. I don't know who I pissed off but my matches are given very little attention, my match with Damon got zero build although anyone with half a brain knew it should of had a proper build. And then I get placed in a random world title match, which was news to me, no one told me until I saw that announcement. Someone is trying to bury me and I'm getting a little sick with being a good company guy. I am getting sick and tired to come to APW just to get shit on each and every week.
Jason drinks more from the bottle and throws it to the side
And to add to my claims, Remi just has to bury me on commentary. And to be honest, I am done humoring it all. I'm sick to death of the whole thing. I am one of the very best to ever compete in APW, bar none. My accolades speak for themselves but because my title reign was so short, all of the sudden I suck according to all of you? Let me remind you people just who I am. Former OPW Prestige champion, former triple BPZ champion. I am the only man, the only man to hold the BPZ global, Tag Team and Premium championships at the same time. You think anyone else in the back could do that? Most of the people in that locker room don't even have an interesting gimmick. And I won the APW world Championship when Damon was on his game. I've done more in my brief career than most of you good for nothing mother fuckers and that eats you up. That bothers you, the fact I am so ungodly talented. But here in APW, I'm not allowed to succeed, God forbid I get over right? I had to threaten the creative team to stop making me look stupid, and instead of getting to fight America's old sex slave and you know get my revenge, I'm being forced to wrestle people that aren't going to be here in six months because no one lasts long here anymore. And you want to know why that is? Because the people running this company are incompetent morons. And they keep hyping up this " Killing Floor " match. Guys, I've been in rougher bouncy castles, this match isn't brutal.
Jason takes another drag of his cigar and chews some dip
The APW title needs someone who is actually going to put forth the effort to make it seem important and I have done that more in my three weeks with the belt then both America and Zaigon did. People forgot Zaigon was world champion, hell, no one even remembers who Zaigon even is! And America, I have never seen a double champion like America fail so badly. America did nothing important with that title. Those two have done something unforgivable, they ruined the world heavyweight championship! And now we have a guy who is one big fucking charity case with the belt. The belt the likes of Smith Jones, Damon Warrens and myself, the three greatest APW wrestlers in history, the Mount Rushmore of APW, alongside Lex Collins. In no way am I stating I am apart of their little stable, but I will give it to them. They deserve the roles in this company they have. I earned my way in this company. ZMAC, Jaice Wilds, Soul Reaver, I could go on and on of guys who couldn't hack it, who couldn't hang. Guys who couldn't keep up and left.
Jason spits out his dip and exits the tractor
Let me make something very clear. This is not a game to me, to me, this is my life, this is all I have. I have dedicated my life to this business. Let me tell you people something, there would be no Zaigon Carter in APW if I didn't grant that little pissant a title shot. And without him, we wouldn't have had that unremarkable America Jackson run. No one cared about Eli Breezy until I worked for him, you know one of the greatest Light Heavyweight champions in company history. And my former Blood compatriots needed me just so that you people knew who the fuck they were. Me and Damon are the greatest rivalry in company history, Jason Ryan is APW! I am the name and face of this company and I am so sick and tired of having to make average seem incredible. In this company, there is only one person who can go toe to toe with me. And he knows who he is.
Jason sinks to his knees
I am obsessed. I am obsessed with the world heavyweight title. It's the only thing I care about. It's the only thing I see when I close my eyes. I am a junkie, a junkie for the world heavyweight title and it is time for me to get my fix. That title and I are one and the same. Without me, that title means nothing. Without that title, life has no meaning.
Jason looks up at the camera
I WANT MY FUCKING LIFE BACK!
