Post by Mav. on Feb 18, 2021 17:56:34 GMT -5
“Who cares about The New Age Killers anymore, huh?”
As the camera feed fades from the darkness into the master bedroom where we’re met with just Jason Long, no James Raymond to accompany him, just The King of Professional Wrestling himself. The room was dark as Jason sat on the floor, being illuminated by the candlelight, and around him are the many past pictures he’s had before during his hard-fought battles but some were more different. X-Ray photographs, covering the neck area of Jason, showing his past injuries left right down onto his neck.
“I’ve done so much to keep myself calm. I did everything I could to keep myself relaxed. I said that I wouldn’t snap as I would normally but in the case of what’s going on right now -- I feel as if that I have no other choice. I feel as if you’ve lost all respect in me, and believe me, I’ve taught about you two as some of the future of what Next Level Wrestling and the XHF Tag Team Division has to offer. I did. I’d call myself a liar if I didn’t think so,” he took a deep breath. “But what you’ve said about me, what you’ve said about us, how you’ve taught about us, and how you misinterpreted what we do- I shouldn’t be appalled but I am.”
Shaking his head.
“I get that question a lot actually. Who the fuck are The New Age Killers? What are they meant to represent? They’re just two people who team together for the sake of it. When Mav had The Icons- it meant something, they wanted to take over from what they had in ICW. When James had The Arrogant and Violent Assholes- they intended to wreck every single person there is on the AXW roster. Much like how The New South, you two, are intended to show everyone how two southerners wrestle. That’s why you’re here.”
Lowering his head as he takes another deep breath.
“We exist because we’re sick of the same shit happening over and over again, admittedly- we were made out of spite. To those who think I’d be a nobody without The Icons. What did I do? Proved it. What did I do? Proved everyone wrong. Everyone loathes for that moment that they prove the doubters wrong, and you can feel that coming, New South. Don’t lie to me. You do. Imagine what you’d speak about if you beat the former X*Crown Champion on your pay-per-view debut… Imagine the ego you’d have then! Guess what though, boys. That’s never fucking happening. That’ll never ever fucking happen.”
“It’ll never happen for as long as I fucking breathe the same air as you.”
Running his fingers through his hair. “-what you hold against us is nothing compared to what myself and Raymond hold between you two. That’s because you hold nothing against us compared to what we’ve done, and I’m not even talking about accomplishments, I mean by how hard we’ve worked to be in the position we’re in right now. You hold nothing to us because all you’ve been showing us is two people who are all bark but no bite, who are all about the chat but never making it far enough to get the win, which reminds me a lot about myself- and to that-- it makes The New South a couple of choke artists.”
He chuckled.
“Ironic for me to be saying that but at the end of the day, it’s the truth, ain’t it? You couldn’t beat El Rey, you couldn’t beat Riley Richards and Leon Chant, so what makes you think for a second that you’ll be able to beat us? Hell, you don’t even care for what we do or even say, so why the fuck am I even bothering with you two southern redneck cunts?” Sighing. “So to answer your question. Who cares about The New Age Killers anymore?”
Jason lifted his head up to stare into the camera.
“Why does it matter to you? What would matter is the question of ‘who the hell are The New Age Killers?’, and to that, we’ve got one answer for you-” Taking a deep breath. “The greatest tag team to have ever graced Next Level Wrestling, and the guys who are going to put The New South on the map. But to do that, you need to make it past the final level, gentlemen.”
He laughs to himself.
“And I am the final fucking boss.”
Fade to black.
As the camera feed fades from the darkness into the master bedroom where we’re met with just Jason Long, no James Raymond to accompany him, just The King of Professional Wrestling himself. The room was dark as Jason sat on the floor, being illuminated by the candlelight, and around him are the many past pictures he’s had before during his hard-fought battles but some were more different. X-Ray photographs, covering the neck area of Jason, showing his past injuries left right down onto his neck.
“I’ve done so much to keep myself calm. I did everything I could to keep myself relaxed. I said that I wouldn’t snap as I would normally but in the case of what’s going on right now -- I feel as if that I have no other choice. I feel as if you’ve lost all respect in me, and believe me, I’ve taught about you two as some of the future of what Next Level Wrestling and the XHF Tag Team Division has to offer. I did. I’d call myself a liar if I didn’t think so,” he took a deep breath. “But what you’ve said about me, what you’ve said about us, how you’ve taught about us, and how you misinterpreted what we do- I shouldn’t be appalled but I am.”
Shaking his head.
“I get that question a lot actually. Who the fuck are The New Age Killers? What are they meant to represent? They’re just two people who team together for the sake of it. When Mav had The Icons- it meant something, they wanted to take over from what they had in ICW. When James had The Arrogant and Violent Assholes- they intended to wreck every single person there is on the AXW roster. Much like how The New South, you two, are intended to show everyone how two southerners wrestle. That’s why you’re here.”
Lowering his head as he takes another deep breath.
“We exist because we’re sick of the same shit happening over and over again, admittedly- we were made out of spite. To those who think I’d be a nobody without The Icons. What did I do? Proved it. What did I do? Proved everyone wrong. Everyone loathes for that moment that they prove the doubters wrong, and you can feel that coming, New South. Don’t lie to me. You do. Imagine what you’d speak about if you beat the former X*Crown Champion on your pay-per-view debut… Imagine the ego you’d have then! Guess what though, boys. That’s never fucking happening. That’ll never ever fucking happen.”
“It’ll never happen for as long as I fucking breathe the same air as you.”
Running his fingers through his hair. “-what you hold against us is nothing compared to what myself and Raymond hold between you two. That’s because you hold nothing against us compared to what we’ve done, and I’m not even talking about accomplishments, I mean by how hard we’ve worked to be in the position we’re in right now. You hold nothing to us because all you’ve been showing us is two people who are all bark but no bite, who are all about the chat but never making it far enough to get the win, which reminds me a lot about myself- and to that-- it makes The New South a couple of choke artists.”
He chuckled.
“Ironic for me to be saying that but at the end of the day, it’s the truth, ain’t it? You couldn’t beat El Rey, you couldn’t beat Riley Richards and Leon Chant, so what makes you think for a second that you’ll be able to beat us? Hell, you don’t even care for what we do or even say, so why the fuck am I even bothering with you two southern redneck cunts?” Sighing. “So to answer your question. Who cares about The New Age Killers anymore?”
Jason lifted his head up to stare into the camera.
“Why does it matter to you? What would matter is the question of ‘who the hell are The New Age Killers?’, and to that, we’ve got one answer for you-” Taking a deep breath. “The greatest tag team to have ever graced Next Level Wrestling, and the guys who are going to put The New South on the map. But to do that, you need to make it past the final level, gentlemen.”
He laughs to himself.
“And I am the final fucking boss.”
Fade to black.
