Post by Mav. on Mar 14, 2024 21:55:11 GMT -5
Don't say I'm better off dead
'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me
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'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me
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The camera feed takes it’s time to slowly fade from black and into the bright scene ahead. The lights shine down onto an empty arena in what seems like the setting of Wednesday Night Voltage, seemingly after the events of the most recent event in which a certain someone had picked up their second victory.
“Not everything is a game to be played.”
The voice that is heard is familiar, and the visual pans around to find us with the man of the hour - Jason Long, dressed in an all black tuxedo, even matching down to the black dress shoes. He sighs for a moment as he looks out over the ropes ahead of him, hands deep into his jacket’s pockets, the camera looking up toward him.
“And yet, we’ve become often treating this as such. For some people, everyone looks to repeat the same mission as before, hoping for another outcome to happen but the best case scenario? They never lowered the difficulty. They never even touched the controls. Anyone’s only hoping to beat the mission on the highest difficulty in the hopes of potentially bettering themselves for the eventual future chances they might be able to secure.
I’ve seen many that have attempted this fate, they’ve failed at every small hurdle in front of them. I’ve watched so many try to beat the highest difficulty that there is, they’ve never been able to get their feet off of the ground. It becomes a difficult task to beat down and break the hearts of so many that try their hardest - only it isn’t, because I’ve been in the familiar situation as so many of you have fallen deep into and I know how hard it is, but I’ve gotten way over that hill. I know the game so well, it’s been based off of what I’ve done. They make fucking tales about me and create it for a virtual reality so there can be so many copies of me running around.
Because everyone is dying to be the next me, and they can’t even lace my boots.
That’s just how it is, that’s just how it always will be until the very end of my story and we’re all aware that it’s a near future to come. I’ve said it recently and there’s no taking it back, the story will end in the next year for me. Here, on the XHF Network, the book will close at Supremacy. The final chapters will all begin to lead toward that very event in ten months time. And there’s going to be so many who look to topple over me and sour the mood as I walk along that path toward the end. I just know it’s coming. However, just because I’ve announced it with a lot of time left - it doesn’t mean that I’m taking things easy on everyone, letting everybody around have a crack at me and let them get one over on me.”
He scoffed, for a second it seemed like a look of disgust until the slight smirk appeared.
“Because, I’ve got quite a very busy schedule coming up. And, as far as I can tell you, I am not looking to give in so easily. You’ll come to see me each and every week in Sin City wrestling in the Saints and Sinners Cup - another tag team tournament for the fucking specialist of tag team wrestling to secure. And then, I’ll have something special cooking in the wings. Maybe I might show up in The Rumble and cause some mayhem for the fucking laugh, might have some fun and capture the Junior Heavyweight Championship, seeing as it’s a championship that I’ve not had the pleasure in ever challenging for in the entire time that it’s been around. I’ve got my eyes on just about everything that there is right now, I’ve got the pleasure in hoping for the best for my future’s end.
And I can only expect the likes of Sam Sawyer and Wildcat Capone looking to secure a victory over me to put this entire run off onto a bad start. But, let’s be honest here – there’s nobody really expecting me to lose here, there’s nobody that’s really looking to see me fail on the first hurdle out of here. After all, it was only tonight when I was helped in defeating Capone in a tag team match, alongside someone that I wasn’t expecting the invitation from but becoming very pleased that I have, Raiden Ishimori. See, Capone, I had noticed you speaking about me a good while back but the last of my thoughts was proving you wrong before this exact match even happened. See, I was under the impression that I’d have to chin-check you this weekend and make you learn your place but all things considered, I think you learned a valuable lesson tonight.
For all that you have done to try and prove yourself, hoping that there’s someone out there that will take you seriously as you take yourself, you’d have found nobody in the arena here tonight that didn’t care less. You had your moments to shine, and you might’ve found a little opening for yourself – however, that is as far as you get and that’s always been the way for you. You and I are familiar with one another at this rate and we’ve all been aware of what comes from this each and every single time. I become the one in the right whilst you become the one who has to punch their way up because everyone is aware of what you’re capable of, and you are most definitely punching far above your weight.
That will always stay true to form, no matter how hard you might fucking try.”
The camera feed cuts to another camera angle, one from behind Long and in eye level to himself – the former X*Crown Champion slowly turns around to face this camera and slowly takes a few steps forward.
“Besides, the main talking point comes from the person you are put together with.
Sam Sawyer has always been someone on my radar for a very long time, that’s always been the case and that’ll always be the truth. I’ve had the pleasure of teaming with them back in December before everything that’s happened over the past few months. I could stand here and tell you how much of a pleasure that it was to work with you on that night but I think you’re already aware of where this is going. After all, your focus is not on me anyway. Your focus is elsewhere. I know a mind like yours when I see one, they see the big names and they think about how they can become the next big thing.
‘Look across the ring,’ they might say. ‘These are legends of the game ahead of us,’ they will speak. ‘These are the final bosses for us,’ they will come to accept. Because you’ve found your voice in recent times, it doesn’t mean that anything that might come from it is the gospel’s truth. I can already look at someone like you and can expect the pressure to be too much to handle, something that I know is what you struggle with occasionally. I’ve watched it happen at Fireside, I’ve watched it happen here, I know what I can expect and I know that pressure is being very fucking applied here. After all, look at your tag team partner here and then look back at us. Are you expecting yourself to take on The Icons two on one? Do you expect us to just take it easy on you, act as if we’ve both got one hand tied behind our backs because you find yourself at a disadvantage?
He’s only the beginning that adds onto your tally, Sam. He’s only there for one simple reason, and he might want to deny it – to knock you fucking down. And yet, you’ll come to accept him as someone temporary so you can have your moment, so you can have your chance at the spotlight, because you form tunnel vision inside of your head and it doesn’t escape until the sense is knocked into you. I shouldn’t have to be the one that needs to explain it to you but I am, I have to be the one because you aren’t the one accepting it for yourself.”
His hands come out from his jacket pockets, shoulders shrugging.
“So allow this to be a moment of learning for the both of you because you both need this more than anyone else might do. You two need to be taught valuable lessons, taught how to play the game that you’re willing to try and do whatever it takes to beat.
But this is a game that you can’t beat. New game plus.
And I don’t plan on going down quietly.”
Cut.