Post by jasonryan on Oct 21, 2022 22:16:24 GMT -5
Jason stands before the judges at the Velvet Rabbit located in Las Vegas and mocking bows at the waist.
" I doubt a man of my stature needs an introduction. Particularly for those who are knowledgeable of the wrestling industry. If you have done your homework, you will know exactly who I am and the numerous accolades that go along with my short career. But, just in case you have chosen to remain willfully ignorant, allow me to remind you of my name. I am the " Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan. And yes. all the horror stories you have heard about me are quite true. But you needn't worry, you are not in any danger of incurring my wrath. Rather, you lot get a privilege very few are allotted, an audience with the Devil himself. And if I am not mistaken, you wish to know if I could fight anyone, who would it be and what would I say to them?" Jason sits in a chair and eyes the judges evenly.
" Tell me something, Judges, have you ever looked into the eyes of someone whose dreams you have crushed before them?" Jason asks calmly as he gazes at the judges evenly.
" I assure you, there is nothing like the thrill of satisfaction I get when I kill the hopes and dreams of someone in front of them after they fight like Hell to try and stop me. There is nothing I love more than to take someone who has spent their entire life wishing upon a shining star, daring to believe all it takes is for them to work ahead and they can achieve success in this business. Bah! Greatness is a sacred thing, gentlemen. Not everyone can be allowed to reach it. And as a man who achieved greatness at a very young age, I have taken it upon myself to decide who is permitted to succeed in my generation of wrestlers, and who shall spend their careers in the abyss of obscurity. So, to simply answer the question, I suppose I will want to fight any fool who has illusions of grandeur so that I may make sure they never realize their dreams as they are forced to grovel at the feet of their wrestling god! " Jason then condescendingly feigns surprise.
" But oh my, it seems I have failed to explain the origin behind my mindset. You see, my genesis just so happens to have taken place right here in Las Vegas. I was only 18 when I started working the indies. I worked at a long-dead company known as Sin City Wrestling. Tell me something, do you know how eye-opening it was working in a city such as this? My innocence and ignorance of how cut-throat this industry is were soon shattered. Tale as old as time itself, I was taken advantage of by established names and then tossed aside without a single promise being fulfilled. And I'll admit, it made me want to quit several times. Only one thing stopped me, however." Jason pretends to look remorseful before making a big show of wiping fake tears from his eyes.
" I come from a truly detestable small Montana town of simpletons and people whose only purpose is to drain resources from the planet. Not a single one of them live meaningful lives, I was determined to break free of that mediocrity so I forced myself to keep going no matter the adversity I was forced to go through. Because I would have rather died than go back to that hell of drunks and bestiality enthusiasts! So I forced myself to adapt and learn until I became the master of the game. And I must say, the life of a villain has proven to be quite seductive."
" So, going back to my answer of who I would fight if given the chance, I suppose I should expand on it, shouldn't I? I want to fight anyone who dares to dream of making it big in this business, and show them how impossible I plan on making their dreams become reality. Anyone who hopes to become something more than the repulsive slug they have been their entire lives is an automatic target of mine. You see, I'm afraid I have laid claim to the monopoly of the greatest to ever exist, and I can't bear the thought of someone rising up to contend for the moniker of the greatest ever wrestle when that is mine by right of birth. And in this business, there is no shortage of fools who hope to become something more than what they currently are. While I do admire their ambition, it has no place in my world and make no mistake about it, the wrestling world is mine and mine alone. I am a god amongst mortals, and I am quite the jealous deity. I simply won't abide by those who refuse to acknowledge me as the pinnacle of the pecking order."
Jason takes a break by lifting a glass of ice water. As he takes a hearty sip, he keeps eye contact with the judges, a malicious gleam in his eye. He lowers the glass from his mouth and chuckles.
" As for what I would say to them, it really isn't of much importance now is it? Most people nowadays have such a limited vocabulary they don't understand half of what I say. After all, there is comfort in being a simpleton and most wrestlers would much rather be comfortable than challenged. But I suspect you will not find that answer satisfactory so I shall prattle on for the sake of your silly competition for a little while longer. I would do my chosen target the courtesy of warning them of the Hell I will be forcing them to endure. After all, I wouldn't want them to accuse me of not giving them a chance. So I would provide them with all the warning they need and give them one chance to surrender before they commit the biggest mistake of their curtain-jerking careers and bend their knee to me. After all, I may rule over this industry with an iron fist, but I do make sure to mind my manners." Jason leans forward, mirth dancing in his eyes, his tone dangerously low as he continues to speak into the microphone.
" I'm afraid in order to realize my ambition to become the greatest to ever do this, I cannot allow myself to show mercy or take pity on anyone. Besides, I am the only man who can handle the burden of being the greatest wrestler to ever exist. Really, all I do to ensure I stay on top of the pecking order is doing my compatriots a kindness. Of course, I can retract that kindness if you wish," Jason says, momentarily closing his eyes before opening them again. " But then who would be the villain?" Jason looks at the glass of water, swilling the ice cubes inside for a few minutes before speaking into the microphone again.
" You are free to despise me for my answer if you so desire. Low-class peasants have always resented kings and emperors, such as myself. Which is the source of any and all ire I have ever gotten. Not that I can blame them. I have gifts no one else has, I can do what no one else can do. Before I entered the scene, no one was even aware a wrestler of my caliber could ever exist, so jealousy is only natural. But I'm afraid the landscape of the wrestling scene will be the shame throughout the entirety of my rule. Any dreams that dare be born without my permission," Jason holds the glass in front of him. While maintaining eye contact with the judges, he drops the glass on the ground, causing it to shatter.
" There are many kings in this business and even more legends. But at the end of the day, there can only be one god, and I'm afraid someone has signed an eternal contract for that rule. He goes by " The Dreamkiller." He is the Eternal God-King of Professional Wrestling. The One True Tyrant. But you all may address him as Lord Jason Ryan. " Jason stands from his chair and once again, mockingly bows to the judges.
" Now, I am afraid I must leave you. I have rather enjoyed our little chat. Now, could one of you be a dear and clean up that glass? It would be a shame if an unfortunate accident were to occur." Jason spins off his heel and marches off stage, blowing the judges a mocking kiss as he exits with as much condescension as a man is capable of.
" I doubt a man of my stature needs an introduction. Particularly for those who are knowledgeable of the wrestling industry. If you have done your homework, you will know exactly who I am and the numerous accolades that go along with my short career. But, just in case you have chosen to remain willfully ignorant, allow me to remind you of my name. I am the " Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan. And yes. all the horror stories you have heard about me are quite true. But you needn't worry, you are not in any danger of incurring my wrath. Rather, you lot get a privilege very few are allotted, an audience with the Devil himself. And if I am not mistaken, you wish to know if I could fight anyone, who would it be and what would I say to them?" Jason sits in a chair and eyes the judges evenly.
" Tell me something, Judges, have you ever looked into the eyes of someone whose dreams you have crushed before them?" Jason asks calmly as he gazes at the judges evenly.
" I assure you, there is nothing like the thrill of satisfaction I get when I kill the hopes and dreams of someone in front of them after they fight like Hell to try and stop me. There is nothing I love more than to take someone who has spent their entire life wishing upon a shining star, daring to believe all it takes is for them to work ahead and they can achieve success in this business. Bah! Greatness is a sacred thing, gentlemen. Not everyone can be allowed to reach it. And as a man who achieved greatness at a very young age, I have taken it upon myself to decide who is permitted to succeed in my generation of wrestlers, and who shall spend their careers in the abyss of obscurity. So, to simply answer the question, I suppose I will want to fight any fool who has illusions of grandeur so that I may make sure they never realize their dreams as they are forced to grovel at the feet of their wrestling god! " Jason then condescendingly feigns surprise.
" But oh my, it seems I have failed to explain the origin behind my mindset. You see, my genesis just so happens to have taken place right here in Las Vegas. I was only 18 when I started working the indies. I worked at a long-dead company known as Sin City Wrestling. Tell me something, do you know how eye-opening it was working in a city such as this? My innocence and ignorance of how cut-throat this industry is were soon shattered. Tale as old as time itself, I was taken advantage of by established names and then tossed aside without a single promise being fulfilled. And I'll admit, it made me want to quit several times. Only one thing stopped me, however." Jason pretends to look remorseful before making a big show of wiping fake tears from his eyes.
" I come from a truly detestable small Montana town of simpletons and people whose only purpose is to drain resources from the planet. Not a single one of them live meaningful lives, I was determined to break free of that mediocrity so I forced myself to keep going no matter the adversity I was forced to go through. Because I would have rather died than go back to that hell of drunks and bestiality enthusiasts! So I forced myself to adapt and learn until I became the master of the game. And I must say, the life of a villain has proven to be quite seductive."
" So, going back to my answer of who I would fight if given the chance, I suppose I should expand on it, shouldn't I? I want to fight anyone who dares to dream of making it big in this business, and show them how impossible I plan on making their dreams become reality. Anyone who hopes to become something more than the repulsive slug they have been their entire lives is an automatic target of mine. You see, I'm afraid I have laid claim to the monopoly of the greatest to ever exist, and I can't bear the thought of someone rising up to contend for the moniker of the greatest ever wrestle when that is mine by right of birth. And in this business, there is no shortage of fools who hope to become something more than what they currently are. While I do admire their ambition, it has no place in my world and make no mistake about it, the wrestling world is mine and mine alone. I am a god amongst mortals, and I am quite the jealous deity. I simply won't abide by those who refuse to acknowledge me as the pinnacle of the pecking order."
Jason takes a break by lifting a glass of ice water. As he takes a hearty sip, he keeps eye contact with the judges, a malicious gleam in his eye. He lowers the glass from his mouth and chuckles.
" As for what I would say to them, it really isn't of much importance now is it? Most people nowadays have such a limited vocabulary they don't understand half of what I say. After all, there is comfort in being a simpleton and most wrestlers would much rather be comfortable than challenged. But I suspect you will not find that answer satisfactory so I shall prattle on for the sake of your silly competition for a little while longer. I would do my chosen target the courtesy of warning them of the Hell I will be forcing them to endure. After all, I wouldn't want them to accuse me of not giving them a chance. So I would provide them with all the warning they need and give them one chance to surrender before they commit the biggest mistake of their curtain-jerking careers and bend their knee to me. After all, I may rule over this industry with an iron fist, but I do make sure to mind my manners." Jason leans forward, mirth dancing in his eyes, his tone dangerously low as he continues to speak into the microphone.
" I'm afraid in order to realize my ambition to become the greatest to ever do this, I cannot allow myself to show mercy or take pity on anyone. Besides, I am the only man who can handle the burden of being the greatest wrestler to ever exist. Really, all I do to ensure I stay on top of the pecking order is doing my compatriots a kindness. Of course, I can retract that kindness if you wish," Jason says, momentarily closing his eyes before opening them again. " But then who would be the villain?" Jason looks at the glass of water, swilling the ice cubes inside for a few minutes before speaking into the microphone again.
" You are free to despise me for my answer if you so desire. Low-class peasants have always resented kings and emperors, such as myself. Which is the source of any and all ire I have ever gotten. Not that I can blame them. I have gifts no one else has, I can do what no one else can do. Before I entered the scene, no one was even aware a wrestler of my caliber could ever exist, so jealousy is only natural. But I'm afraid the landscape of the wrestling scene will be the shame throughout the entirety of my rule. Any dreams that dare be born without my permission," Jason holds the glass in front of him. While maintaining eye contact with the judges, he drops the glass on the ground, causing it to shatter.
" There are many kings in this business and even more legends. But at the end of the day, there can only be one god, and I'm afraid someone has signed an eternal contract for that rule. He goes by " The Dreamkiller." He is the Eternal God-King of Professional Wrestling. The One True Tyrant. But you all may address him as Lord Jason Ryan. " Jason stands from his chair and once again, mockingly bows to the judges.
" Now, I am afraid I must leave you. I have rather enjoyed our little chat. Now, could one of you be a dear and clean up that glass? It would be a shame if an unfortunate accident were to occur." Jason spins off his heel and marches off stage, blowing the judges a mocking kiss as he exits with as much condescension as a man is capable of.