Post by Jason Ryan on Nov 1, 2020 23:27:46 GMT -5
Jason is seen in an empty hospital room, staring at an empty bed. The beeping sounds echo throughout the room. Jason looks a mess, he hasn't shaved in a few days, hair is ragged, eyes bloodshot. He sighs and begins to speak.
I'm not sure how long I can keep going. If I can even keep going. I am losing the war for my soul. My career is in critical condition, as am I.
Jason leans back in his chair and ignoring the no smoking sign on the wall, lights a cigar. A melody begins to play.
I tried so hard to be someone different. I've done everything right since coming back. I banished The Scourge, He who Desires to Rule, the King of Depravity, for now. He'll be back. I merely displaced him. That was the worst mistake I've ever made and that is saying something, I've made plenty of blunders. Because I drove away the rabid fox, not knowing that would draw out the wolf with a taste of blood.
Jason gives a slight smile.
The Scourge was only one of four faces of the Rìgh àrd Damhain, the High Demon King that uses my body as a vessel. You have been exposed to the One who Desires to Rule. The Scourge's reign here was short but it was enough to change APW. I regret all I did while under its control but I'd much rather be possessed by that than by what is to come. Even now, as I sit here, lamenting how my career is on its deathbed, I can feel its eyes. The Eyes of The Bane. He who craves Destruction. The King of Sorrow. He who has caused countless mothers to wail over the loss of children taken from the earth too song. The one true World Eater. You cannot feel it, but it is here with me, eyes eyeing me with predatory hunger whispering in my ear. " Feed me" it says. " Feed me." The Bane is one who seeks to steal, kill and destroy. To out this all simply, I am the vessel of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Scourge rode the white horse of conquest. But now, now The Bane, he comes riding the red horse of war. And despite my best efforts I am losing the war to keep it contained.
Jason closes his sleepless eyes and leans his head against the wall
I am trying so hard not to be that guy anymore. I don't want to be the guy who ends careers, takes unimaginable joy in hurting other people, who breaks apart families, who feels nothing but hate, who uses everyone he comes across and doesn't give a crap who gets hurt. I lost everything when I was like that. You people have no freaking idea how many relationships I have ruined in my life. You were briefly introduced to a ghost of my past when Victoria Sabin came looking for me. I am ashamed to say she is not an isolated incident.
The melody playing ends and is replaced by another one.
I have been married three times in my twenty-seven years of life, none of which lasting over a year. The first was a stripper in Vegas, that one lasted six months before Ashly, her name divorced me due to her walking on me and her sister. The second was when I was wrestling in New Hampshire. We nearly made it a year before Sandra found out about my drug addiction and my tendency to spend too much time with ring rats. And this latest one, Josephine was an producer I met in Hollywood. That one ended recently because I would often be on the road for months at a time, indulging myself and refusing to come home, plus my drug addiction didn't help. All of that, that was all done to silence the voices of the High Demon King, that was my way to banish it, but that was always a temporary solution to a never ending problem. I have tried everything to free me from this demonic shackles. And nothing has worked.And I am tired. So freaking tired of trying.
Jason opens his tired eyes and takes another drag of his cigar
My career is in shambles, I go home every night to the same empty house, I don't even know the last time I talked to my family, friends? What friends? I've driven them all away. I am the shell of a man, I am broken and there is only one way I can be fixed. The World Heavyweight Championship. I've got one last shot. One last shot to save my life. As I've previously stated, The APW World Heavyweight Championship and I are connected. WIthout me, that title means nothing, without it, for me, life has no meaning. Damon Warrens, you and I have become APW. I may despise you with every fiber of my being but I respect the hell out of you. When I beat you for the title, you didn't bitch, you didn't moan, you didn't complain and you handled it with class and like a man. You and I, as much as we don't want to admit it, are a lot alike. There is only two main differences between us. THe whole devil gimmick with you is just that, a gimmick. You stated when you came back I was trying to be you. You don't understand, The Scourge was no gimmick, I was being afflicted, wounded everyday. I can't believe you couldn't see the blood. None of you saw the blood I bled. You claim to know about devils, I am the slave to one. And the other thing is, as much as that title means to you, it means more than you can even comprehend to me. To me that belt is my lifeline, it is the only cure tlo my terminal sickness. Without it, The Bane will takeover and all will be lost. Please understand, Damon and John, without that title being in my possession, APW will cease to survive The Bane's hunger. And everything we have built, everything we love will be devoured. That is why I must win this match. This is something you just can't understand.
Jason stands and walks over to the empty hospital bed
This is a visual representation of everything. My career, my life, my very soul lie here in this bed, clinging so very hard to the life it doesn't want to leave. But it is so very sick, the Angel of Death is awaiting it and unless I obtain the only known antidote that can save it, I will be consumed by The Bane, perhaps forever. I wish you gentlemen the best of luck, but while you two are fighting just to wear the title, I fight to survive.
The camera momentarily fades to black. When it refocuses a new figure stands in the hospital room looking straight at the camera. It says only two words.
...Feed...Me...
I'm not sure how long I can keep going. If I can even keep going. I am losing the war for my soul. My career is in critical condition, as am I.
Jason leans back in his chair and ignoring the no smoking sign on the wall, lights a cigar. A melody begins to play.
I tried so hard to be someone different. I've done everything right since coming back. I banished The Scourge, He who Desires to Rule, the King of Depravity, for now. He'll be back. I merely displaced him. That was the worst mistake I've ever made and that is saying something, I've made plenty of blunders. Because I drove away the rabid fox, not knowing that would draw out the wolf with a taste of blood.
Jason gives a slight smile.
The Scourge was only one of four faces of the Rìgh àrd Damhain, the High Demon King that uses my body as a vessel. You have been exposed to the One who Desires to Rule. The Scourge's reign here was short but it was enough to change APW. I regret all I did while under its control but I'd much rather be possessed by that than by what is to come. Even now, as I sit here, lamenting how my career is on its deathbed, I can feel its eyes. The Eyes of The Bane. He who craves Destruction. The King of Sorrow. He who has caused countless mothers to wail over the loss of children taken from the earth too song. The one true World Eater. You cannot feel it, but it is here with me, eyes eyeing me with predatory hunger whispering in my ear. " Feed me" it says. " Feed me." The Bane is one who seeks to steal, kill and destroy. To out this all simply, I am the vessel of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Scourge rode the white horse of conquest. But now, now The Bane, he comes riding the red horse of war. And despite my best efforts I am losing the war to keep it contained.
Jason closes his sleepless eyes and leans his head against the wall
I am trying so hard not to be that guy anymore. I don't want to be the guy who ends careers, takes unimaginable joy in hurting other people, who breaks apart families, who feels nothing but hate, who uses everyone he comes across and doesn't give a crap who gets hurt. I lost everything when I was like that. You people have no freaking idea how many relationships I have ruined in my life. You were briefly introduced to a ghost of my past when Victoria Sabin came looking for me. I am ashamed to say she is not an isolated incident.
The melody playing ends and is replaced by another one.
I have been married three times in my twenty-seven years of life, none of which lasting over a year. The first was a stripper in Vegas, that one lasted six months before Ashly, her name divorced me due to her walking on me and her sister. The second was when I was wrestling in New Hampshire. We nearly made it a year before Sandra found out about my drug addiction and my tendency to spend too much time with ring rats. And this latest one, Josephine was an producer I met in Hollywood. That one ended recently because I would often be on the road for months at a time, indulging myself and refusing to come home, plus my drug addiction didn't help. All of that, that was all done to silence the voices of the High Demon King, that was my way to banish it, but that was always a temporary solution to a never ending problem. I have tried everything to free me from this demonic shackles. And nothing has worked.And I am tired. So freaking tired of trying.
Jason opens his tired eyes and takes another drag of his cigar
My career is in shambles, I go home every night to the same empty house, I don't even know the last time I talked to my family, friends? What friends? I've driven them all away. I am the shell of a man, I am broken and there is only one way I can be fixed. The World Heavyweight Championship. I've got one last shot. One last shot to save my life. As I've previously stated, The APW World Heavyweight Championship and I are connected. WIthout me, that title means nothing, without it, for me, life has no meaning. Damon Warrens, you and I have become APW. I may despise you with every fiber of my being but I respect the hell out of you. When I beat you for the title, you didn't bitch, you didn't moan, you didn't complain and you handled it with class and like a man. You and I, as much as we don't want to admit it, are a lot alike. There is only two main differences between us. THe whole devil gimmick with you is just that, a gimmick. You stated when you came back I was trying to be you. You don't understand, The Scourge was no gimmick, I was being afflicted, wounded everyday. I can't believe you couldn't see the blood. None of you saw the blood I bled. You claim to know about devils, I am the slave to one. And the other thing is, as much as that title means to you, it means more than you can even comprehend to me. To me that belt is my lifeline, it is the only cure tlo my terminal sickness. Without it, The Bane will takeover and all will be lost. Please understand, Damon and John, without that title being in my possession, APW will cease to survive The Bane's hunger. And everything we have built, everything we love will be devoured. That is why I must win this match. This is something you just can't understand.
Jason stands and walks over to the empty hospital bed
This is a visual representation of everything. My career, my life, my very soul lie here in this bed, clinging so very hard to the life it doesn't want to leave. But it is so very sick, the Angel of Death is awaiting it and unless I obtain the only known antidote that can save it, I will be consumed by The Bane, perhaps forever. I wish you gentlemen the best of luck, but while you two are fighting just to wear the title, I fight to survive.
The camera momentarily fades to black. When it refocuses a new figure stands in the hospital room looking straight at the camera. It says only two words.
...Feed...Me...
