Post by Mav. on Aug 19, 2021 8:36:14 GMT -5
“King.”
Click. Fade in. The voice of Scott Hampton is heard as we find ourselves within the Avron B Fogelman Arena, the battleground is set for Collision Course and The Best Kept Secret looks ready for war.
“I’ll never forget the memories I’ve made here, Jason, and I’ll never forget kicking you right in the face in this ring and leaving you laying with your lover. Poor Savannah never expected herself to be inserted into your bullshit but here you came along, ruining her life with your pettiness and your egotistical self wanting to hog up the spotlight. The little things like that always left me wondering when that ego could die. When could something so large -- much like a god complex -- end as quickly as it began because I’ve always dreamt about being the one to end it, Jason. I’ve always dreamt about being the one to deflate that ego of yours. It’s funny when you mention egos yourself and always make note about Anthony Caffrey but here you are, acting like a much bigger egotistical asshole than he ever was. Always shoving accolades down people’s throats from companies that nobody has ever heard of. I never thought of them to be something to matter, but you always made them matter for some reason, and it made me wonder how well you compete in other promotions, Jason.”
“The more you dig deeper into your career, the clearer it becomes that you’re a hit or a miss on any given night, and for someone that calls themselves a ‘King’ -- it’s a little bit shocking, to say the least. I’ve always imagined a King to rule with an iron fist, take no pity on those who step up to them, and rain down hellfire on all comers. You? Once again, you’re hit and miss. Have you had a good night? Then you’ll have a bad night. Then a few more. Maybe collect a few losing streaks here and there. Jason Long will enter a brand new promotion and paint himself as the best thing that’s ever existed, letting his accolades speak for themselves whilst showing he’s not even able to keep up with those on the lower mid cards. If you asked me on a good day, I’d tell you outstraight that Jason Long is an overrated excuse for hype. People have built him up for years, now his name’s a big thing but still underperforms no matter what he’s given, and yet everyone cheers for him still because he is who he is.”
“Take a look at him the last time he had a match here in Next Level Wrestling, the match with him and The New South -- sure, you loyalist fans of his would make that same excuse he would make, saying that The Goons got involved and cost the match for him. Two weeks in a row he got dropped by those bums? This is how you want to paint yourself? That wasn't even The New South of today where there's some visible progression – this is The New South in their beginning, losing every match they could. That's what Jason Long fell to. Take a look at yourself, Jason. Take a good long hard look at yourself in the mirror the next time you pass by one in that Penthouse home of yours. You Look at the man in the reflection and you tell me…"
"Do you see a King in the mirror? Or do you see nothing but hype in that mirror? I know the answer but I'd love to hear it from you."
Stepping closer to the camera, keeping the smirk on his face.
"Tonight, we watch that egotistical side of you deflate when you can't find a way to take me down, when you can't put me down for good, and those watching at home watch you crumble into panic and anger – then we'll see the real Jason Long in his true form. A sad little boy looking - and grasping - onto any bit of attention that is directed his way, hoping someone can give him the pity he needs when things don't don't his way. Everyone's going to see right through you, Jason. Have fun tonight, King. It's about time someone ended the legacy you've created in your own mind. It’s about time someone finally puts an end to the hype that you created.”
“Jason, this’ll be your woe to the vanquished -- or in a shorter sentence for you...”
“Vae victis.”
Cut to black.
