Post by Mav. on Aug 19, 2021 8:35:51 GMT -5
"I brought you into this sport, into this industry… and I damn sure can take you out of it, Scott. I am pretty sure you've forgotten about that when you've decided to make this personal and made this all about you proving yourself more than just proving to me that you can stand toe to toe with the best of the best."
The voice of Jason Long opens the scene as we're met with him sitting in front of an open fire in the background, leather chair in the foreground with himself seated in it. Dressed to the nines and sipping away at the finest Irish Whiskey.
"When you first walked into my wrestling school, I was humbled at the sight of seeing someone with very limited wrestling knowledge take up the offer because he wanted to try something new. Because, let me be real here for a second. Someone like you? Wouldn't have lasted that long without the proper knowledge, strength and fuckin' integrity. I've seen them come and gone, I know what they're all like. You were different. You grew and you became the man you are today. I let others train you before I stepped in and taught you myself, because I thought I could easily let you tap into what it means to be in this sport – and you were quick to capture that and adapt. I got you your contract here, I got you your place here in Next Level Wrestling. I wanted to see you become the next star, but you… didn't do that, and it hurt me in the long run, and made my image look weaker and weaker as time went on."
"Can't you see that, Scott? Everything I've led you up to? You showed me that you were a fraudulent piece of shit, using all of that training and it got you nowhere until you decided one day to show up with a new attitude. The person you did it with? You hit it close to home. You went too far with it and it became more personal when you went below the belt one too many times. All I've been trying to ask you is why? Why did you do it? Why did you try to come for me personally? Why did you make a big deal out of nothing that could have been discussed privately? Then it became clearer and clearer as time went on. It was jealousy and you hated it, Scott. You hated it with a passion. You couldn't bear to hear my name whenever I was brought up in your presence because I taught you everything you needed to know, and now you want to crush the dreams of the man that gave you the world."
"Trying to revoke my chances of ever capturing the X*Crown Championship? Trying to take away my right to challenge for the championship for a total of two whole years? You're playing the mind games well, but I'd be more concerned for myself if you put my career on the line, or even something of the like. You're not scaring me, Scott. You're not fooling anyone right now. You never have, and you never will, because all you are… is an embarrassment. To yourself, to myself, to everyone around you and even your pregnant wife, Rachel. How are you going to break it to her that you lost everything? Your job, the financial support for that child, every single thing you needed in life and all because you wanted to do one thing.”
“Fuck around and find out.”
That comment alone? That left Jason chuckling to himself as he took another sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand, completely emptying the glass and placing it down on the small table to the side of him. Keeping the smile on his face.
“Stepping into the ring with me this Saturday night… it’s going to be career fucking suicide -- as if it needed that anyway. But enough with the toying, Scott, this is what you wanted after all. This is what you’ve been asking for all this time. A match where you can prove yourself to me, to the world, to everyone that ever fucking doubted you -- and if you win this? You’re going to be talking about how you were able to defeat an XHF Legend like me. But I’m not here to fill in fairy tales, mate. I’m going to kill you.”
“All fuckin’ hail.”
Fade to black.
