Post by James Raymond on Feb 8, 2021 5:57:36 GMT -5
Just a couple of hours before FIRESIDE’s Thursday Night Inferno and we’re met with the sight of James Raymond and Jason Long sitting in the hotel room that Jason spent the night in. Sleep deprivation was definitely kicking in for Jason as he sat at the end of the bed and James looked on towards the camera.
“New South,” he spoke in a snappy tone. “Man, do I have a fucking problem with you lot now. You know, as I sat there in Canton and watched Jason get dropped on the point of his head, I thought of one thing only and that was wondering if he was going to be okay- if he was even going to be able to compete for the match we have in a few hours. Gladly, medical teams have allowed him to compete but this doesn’t mean you’ve gotten away with absolutely fucking anything you’ve wanted at all!”
James took a deep breath as he brushed his long hair to the side with his hand.
“I understand what this is all about for you- it’s about changing the game up, because you’re the new kids on the block, and you want to prove a point. I’ve been in your shoes. I understand what you two are going through, and we’ve done dirty tactics before, Jason was possibly the dirtiest son of a bitch in the game there ever was with the amount of shit he got away with. See, we’re both reinvigorated, we’re properly mannered, we know how to act. We’re mature men, unlike you two fuckers that attempts to beat down someone when they’re outnumbered.”
“And this isn’t the first time for either of you two as well--”
Jason’s voice interrupts James through his long rant as he stands up from the bed, holding his neck until the sound of a crack is heard before taking a deep breath and looking to the camera.
“--you pulled that kind of shit on El Rey just two weeks prior. Luckily, someone saved him but for me? I had nobody there at the time. Nobody there to help me as I just took the piledriver like a damn trooper. Just like what James said, we’ve been in your shoes before, we know that adrenaline rush and how it feels but two fucking weeks in a row? You’ve got to come up with different tactics, you fucking pack of cowards.” Taking a sharp exhale. “With El Rey and Scorpion, you could have had them out there beating every single color of shit out of you but he got himself ‘grounded’ for his actions.”
“For now, we’re taking his place, and right now, we’re going to beat the fuckin’ shit out of you two.”
A chuckle from The King. “What he said is right. Right now, he and I are taking their place for the time being. That doesn’t mean afterward we’re going to be responsible for what they do to you, Kirk and Traywick. Though, your focus needs to be on us. Because you made the challenge, I answered for us, you fucked around, and we’re going to make you find out. Simple as that. New South, I see you’ve got a fiery passion in both of you. I see you have that intensity but things will not be looking to change at Masquerade. Things will continue to remain the fucking same as they always have. We, the New Age Killers, are giving you the platform to rise above them all.”
“We’re giving you the spotlight.”
“We’re giving you your moment.”
“We’re giving you the popularity.”
“We’re giving you everything you could have ever wanted!”
“And what are we getting in return?”
“Absolutely fucking nothing for it.”
Jason shook his head and took a seat back down onto the foot of the bed. James takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders before looking back at the camera.
“It was one thing to make a mistake and accept the match, it was another to attack one of us when outnumbered like some scared little fuckin’ pussies that you are. If you wanted to be a real fuckin’ team then we’ll show you exactly how it’s done at Masquerade and we don’t need to go on Instagram to tell you that either.” Pausing for dramatic effect. “And if you don’t want the rules broken? That’s fine. We’ll just kick the living shit out of you around them. Because it’s NAK... ‘til fuckin’ death, boys. See you around.”
Fade to black.
“New South,” he spoke in a snappy tone. “Man, do I have a fucking problem with you lot now. You know, as I sat there in Canton and watched Jason get dropped on the point of his head, I thought of one thing only and that was wondering if he was going to be okay- if he was even going to be able to compete for the match we have in a few hours. Gladly, medical teams have allowed him to compete but this doesn’t mean you’ve gotten away with absolutely fucking anything you’ve wanted at all!”
James took a deep breath as he brushed his long hair to the side with his hand.
“I understand what this is all about for you- it’s about changing the game up, because you’re the new kids on the block, and you want to prove a point. I’ve been in your shoes. I understand what you two are going through, and we’ve done dirty tactics before, Jason was possibly the dirtiest son of a bitch in the game there ever was with the amount of shit he got away with. See, we’re both reinvigorated, we’re properly mannered, we know how to act. We’re mature men, unlike you two fuckers that attempts to beat down someone when they’re outnumbered.”
“And this isn’t the first time for either of you two as well--”
Jason’s voice interrupts James through his long rant as he stands up from the bed, holding his neck until the sound of a crack is heard before taking a deep breath and looking to the camera.
“--you pulled that kind of shit on El Rey just two weeks prior. Luckily, someone saved him but for me? I had nobody there at the time. Nobody there to help me as I just took the piledriver like a damn trooper. Just like what James said, we’ve been in your shoes before, we know that adrenaline rush and how it feels but two fucking weeks in a row? You’ve got to come up with different tactics, you fucking pack of cowards.” Taking a sharp exhale. “With El Rey and Scorpion, you could have had them out there beating every single color of shit out of you but he got himself ‘grounded’ for his actions.”
“For now, we’re taking his place, and right now, we’re going to beat the fuckin’ shit out of you two.”
A chuckle from The King. “What he said is right. Right now, he and I are taking their place for the time being. That doesn’t mean afterward we’re going to be responsible for what they do to you, Kirk and Traywick. Though, your focus needs to be on us. Because you made the challenge, I answered for us, you fucked around, and we’re going to make you find out. Simple as that. New South, I see you’ve got a fiery passion in both of you. I see you have that intensity but things will not be looking to change at Masquerade. Things will continue to remain the fucking same as they always have. We, the New Age Killers, are giving you the platform to rise above them all.”
“We’re giving you the spotlight.”
“We’re giving you your moment.”
“We’re giving you the popularity.”
“We’re giving you everything you could have ever wanted!”
“And what are we getting in return?”
“Absolutely fucking nothing for it.”
Jason shook his head and took a seat back down onto the foot of the bed. James takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders before looking back at the camera.
“It was one thing to make a mistake and accept the match, it was another to attack one of us when outnumbered like some scared little fuckin’ pussies that you are. If you wanted to be a real fuckin’ team then we’ll show you exactly how it’s done at Masquerade and we don’t need to go on Instagram to tell you that either.” Pausing for dramatic effect. “And if you don’t want the rules broken? That’s fine. We’ll just kick the living shit out of you around them. Because it’s NAK... ‘til fuckin’ death, boys. See you around.”
Fade to black.
