Post by Jason Long on Aug 24, 2021 22:41:02 GMT -5
THIS RUN THE JEWELS IS, MURDER, MAYHEM, MELODIC MUSIC
PSYCHOTICS USE IT THEN LOSE IT, JUNKIES SIMPLY ABUSE IT
THAT'S WORD TO PHILLIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN, I'M PUSHIN' COFFIN
I PROBABLY SMELL LIKE A POUND WHEN THEY PUT ME IN A COFFIN
THE GATES OF HELL ARE PUGNACIOUSLY PACING WAITIN'
I GIVE A FUCK IF I'M LATE, TELL SATAN BE PATIENT
JULY 29TH, 2021 — CANTON, OHIO.
It’s five o’clock in the morning.
The sun was only beginning to shine over the horizon, and with the expected weather that’s meant to last throughout the day, it was only the beginning of a beautiful day in Ohio. The early hours of the morning would normally leave everyone still laying in bed, relaxing and finding themselves cosying up into the duvet sheets--but for Nathan O’Connor? A very different story entirely. With his brother gone to Australia with Savannah and heading into the battlefields of Dead By Daylight, Nathan is forced to watch it from the apartment home of his lover, Kit Darling. Leaving her in the bed as she slept, Nathan walked out and into the sitting room area of the apartment home, switching on the television and catching the latest live showing of Fallout. The first trial began with Pyro as the killer -- and by the looks of things, he’s born naturally of killing people.
The more that the trials continued, the more that Nathan slowly began to worry about what could possibly go wrong — but before she could make it through the second trial of the show, there’s a scuffling sound that comes from the kitchen within the apartment which shoots Nathan up to his feet--but the only person he sees as he darts up to his feet is Kit, looking as tired as ever with the fact of it being five o’clock in the morning. Nathan slowly walks over to the young girl, holding her by the hands before bringing her over onto the couch that he was just sitting at.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re only watching for your brother, but don’t you think it’s a little bit excessive to be staying up to the late hours of the night just for a show like such?” Her tone was soft-spoken, sounding roughly tired and doing her best to keep her eyes open as she slowly brought her head into the chest of Nathan. Kit let out a yawn as her eyes began to close.
“I’d like to think that - after everything we’ve been through - we’d be safe from the trauma and the dangers of life itself, you know? I understand that I cannot really be doing too much with the fact that they're in the heart of Australia and I’m all the way over here in Canton.” Nathan sighed for just a moment, keeping his head down before looking to the screen and seeing the champion, Lesley Adora, continuing his own onslaught throughout the trial. “Maybe all I’ve needed was some kind of confirmation that it’s over with - and besides, you know I’m always there for Jason - not being there isn’t stopping me from keeping a close eye on his matches.”
Kit soon brought her head up from Nathan’s chest and looked into his eyes. “You’re afraid for Jason, aren’t you? I’ve never seen you like this before, even after the many matches that Jason’s had and you decided to stay here rather than to be with him -- and you wouldn’t even know about the result until days after if someone - or even if I - had brought it up.”
“Okay, fine…” Nathan takes a deep breath before speaking again, “I’m still worried for Jason because I don’t think that Redd is gone just yet -- and I’m watching in the hopes that whatever the cameras capture on this could lead to us seeing a glimpse of his face, and then I’m going to make him pay for the suffering he’s put us all through, whoever the hell it might have been this whole time.”
There’s a moment of silence that gives Nathan a moment to recollect his thoughts, thinking to himself how stupid - how ridiculous - he sounds right now knowing that the man named ‘Redd’ was caught and put into custody at Guts, Gold, and Glory. Though there’s something deep within his heart that’s telling him otherwise, telling him that he’s only partially right, he trusts his gut instinct and falls back to hold his head in shame. Obviously, he didn’t feel like himself after the weeks - if not the months - of trauma that he experienced week after week with Redd. The screens began to show the trial that Jason Long was competing in as the killer, swinging his metal baseball bat with razor wire wrapped around the bat itself. Nathan watched with a close eye as he swung deep into Rapture to pick up the first few falls.
“How about we head back to bed, baby, and maybe you can feel somewhat better about everything when you wake up. You’ll need the rest more than I do, you know that, right?” She questioned Nathan’s choices as he soon sat up straight and looked into Kit’s direction. “I love you, I hope you remember that. There’s so much you bring towards me, and to be frank with you, it’s nothing but joy. I appreciate everything you do for me, even willing to stay here whilst you could have gone to Australia with him. It’ll be fine, we’ll get to see them both when they arrive back home in a few days' time.”
“...and I love you too--”
Within that moment of those words escaping Nathan’s lips, a loud scream is heard on the television screen to which both Kit and Nathan quickly turn their heads to see what had happened -- it’s Savannah on commentary and the visual that is shown is Jason Long being stabbed right in the stomach by Rapture, the blood soon beginning to drip down the blade and down Jason’s body. Nathan watches on in horror, his jaw dropped and being stunned in silence, he doesn’t really know how to react other than to just watch and hope it’s nothing but a publicity stunt, but the more it continues? The less that - in his head - Nathan saw it as a publicity stunt and his own worst nightmares were confirmed as the mask shows the red lighting that’s become accustomed to Redd’s look.
“Oh no. No, no, no. You son of a bitch. YOU SON OF A BITCH! FUCK! FUCK! FUUCKKKK--”
Nathan jumps out of his seat and rushes into the bedroom, Kit’s worrying feeling only gets stronger and stronger as time goes by and hearing the sounds of Savannah Sunshine sobbing on the other end of the screen as Julius Fairweather wins the trial. The blood continues to trickle down Jason’s body before Nathan rushes out of the bedroom and fully clothed, there’s a lot of rushing around as Nathan grabs onto his phone and looks to head out the door but he’s soon stopped by Kit -- with a worrying look on her face as she grabs onto Nathan by the arms to try and calm him down.
“Baby, please let go, I need to leave. I need to fuckin' leave.” Kit couldn’t help but feel horrible for Nathan during a time like this, but she soon releases him from her clutches and Nathan rushes out the door to find some way to get into contact with Savannah over in Australia. Though the moments are just a blur with the massive amount of panicking and stress, the only thing that Nathan can remember from that night was those words that echoed through the speaker of his phone.
“I’m afraid to tell you but… your brother, Jason, died from internal bleeding, I’m really sorry.”
It feels good to be alive, I can assure you of that.
For once in my life, I felt weakened and I felt like I was backed up into a corner with my life on the line and the clock running down before all of my internal organs would shut down for good — gladly, that wasn’t the case and within thirty-six minutes, I was back alive but still feeling the effects of the major blood loss and a few organs slowly shutting down, but not enough or nothing too serious that was continuing to risk my life. I’ve always said I’ve had near death experiences before in my life and that’s no secret, I’ve stared down the grim reaper and flipped him the middle finger because I fuckin' felt like it. Though it’s safe to say that the grim reaper took a hold of me and got his dues for my lack of respect for the dead, almost took my life for it but you know what? I never stopped fighting. For those thirty-six minutes that I was dead for, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes and it made me think that I can come off as a sometimes awfully cocky kind of person but when in reality, I can show how much of a kind-hearted man I can be.
Sometimes, I do wish I can express such things when I look into this camera every couple of weeks and do my best to throw out the best kind of speech I can express for everyone to listen to. Could you imagine what I’d sound like if I was a bit more respectful to those I’d meet in the ring? Couldn’t you just imagine that? I couldn’t, and I shouldn’t, and even better — I won’t be either. For there’s a time for respectfulness and honor, showing the good side of me and showing the ruthless side of me, because when you see what’s ahead of me on Fallout, and then on Proving Ground, and then at Night of Honor? I’ve got a tough fuckin' course to run through, everyone’s aware of it, and if I show my respect? Those who’d face me would use it to my weakness and I’d rather fuckin' die a second death than to allow that to happen to me. No, I could never allow that to happen to myself.
Julius Fairweather, Elena DeDraca, and Swindle Shelldrake. Three future opponents of mine. That’s a tough field to begin cutting through, you know? On one end of the spectrum, you’ve got someone who came in around the same time as I did and has been on a rocky road to wherever the path takes him. Now? He’s on a date with destiny and my Project: Honor Prime Championship. Within the middle of that spectrum is someone named Swindle Shelldrake, a sure-fire choice for being the future of the blue brand here in Project: Honor and someone I can definitely see as a threat for me on Friday night, and one I’ll be keeping an eye on afterward whether I come out of that in victory or in defeat. But then you move to the opposite side of the spectrum, and you’ve got someone like Elena DeDraca. The two-time Project: Honor Legacy Champion who’s deserved where she’s stood and has brought the big fuckin’ fight no matter who she goes head to head with. She’s been someone who’s never asked for anything, she’s always been deserving of what she’s held and you know what I respect about her? Never using her voice to stand out, to politic her way into anything, she’s a humble woman with a kind heart somewhere in that dark look.
So that begs to question… where does Syndicate fit on this spectrum? Between Julius and Swindle? Between Swindle and Elena? It’s become a question that many have been asking ever since that Syndicate has made it abundantly clear that he wants the Project: Honor Legacy Championship — always asking if he was on that same wave-length as Elena and asking if he could put up a damn good fight against her. Of course, Syndicate has his fans. He’s got his supporters who have his back through everything. He’s got those who’ll think that he’ll beat Elena DeDraca and that’s fine, that’s totally fine if people like to make absurd predictions like that. And then, of course, there’s doubters. There’s always going to be doubters. Everyone has people who doubt their every move. But you, Syndicate, bring up every compelling case to just doubt every single move you make. I’m sure I speak for everyone that doubted you and said, you’re so fuckin' full of yourself that it’s absolutely disgusting.
From day fuckin’ one that you walked into this company — and onto my fuckin’ brand — you’ve been at the spotlight just begging, pleading, hoping that someone would hear your cries because you didn’t want to be in the opening matches on the card. Yeah, I remember when you were clashing with everyone for the Ascension Championship, believe me I do remember it all. There’s always been that something about you that I couldn’t understand for the longest time, Syndicate, and the more that I couldn’t put my finger on it? The more it began to hurt me in the long run -- and then it dawned on me, you’re just a man full of hype with little to nothing that’s proven you to be in this spot. After your opening match, in the pre-show, for a random Fallout episode — all you’ve been doing is just losing, and losing, and losing some more. Hell, you lost to Elena DeDraca at Dead By Daylight. You were pinned by her. Yet, all I could ever hear from you was those words of you wanting a match with Elena DeDraca, you wanting a match for the Legacy Championship, you wanting a match in the main event so you can continue a legacy that nobody’s ever fuckin’ heard of before.
Frankly, Syndicate, I think you’re full of shit. I’m not the only one that thinks so too.
I’ve seen so many people come and gone from this company, Syndicate, some good and some bad and maybe some in between — all depending on the day you caught them in — and even then, Syndicate. Nobody has ever asked for anything, nobody’s ever begged for anything because they see themselves as someone who deserves it, nobody’s ever pleaded for their right to become the top champion within only a handful of matches and if they do? They’re told to shut the fuck up and stop being delusional, said they don’t deserve shit. Yet, you were different. You wouldn’t stop fighting, you wouldn’t stop challenging, you wouldn’t stop being a massive cry baby bitch about it even after being pinned against Elena DeDraca. I’m sure that when we do get to Fallout, we’ll be hearing a whole lot from you and telling me how I’m in the wrong and how you’re so deserving of this match because you’re a former nine-time World Champion after eight years with a wrestling promotion, and hell, you got to main event their big show four times in those eight years. Honestly, Syndicate, everyone must be proud of you for doing it. How did you manage to do all of those amazing things?
Sarcasm is a fuckin' bitch to suffer through, ain’t it? But then again, so is having to listen to you whine and complain when you continue to constantly fuck everything up for yourself and in the long run, fuck everything up about your image. Let’s backtrack on this one, Syndicate, so we can get a clear shot of what your career is here in Project: Honor. You won in a pre-show dark match that I hadn’t a clue happened until I read up on it and it was a thing. After that? The losses started to roll right through. You lost the chance to become the Ascension Champion, you lost your chance to fight for the Noble Championship, and then? You lost against the Legacy Champion. Only to be lucky one time and get the first pinfall of one match to put you into this situation you’re in right now. For as good as you build yourself up to be, you’ve taken a whole lot of losses since coming here. You could have even been a champion by now but you’ve shot yourself in the foot so many times, you continue to hype yourself up as something spectacular and something amazing that the roster has, but I’ve seen nothing but garnered shit from you and all you are, Syndicate? You’re a fuckin' choke artist. The biggest one this company has ever produced.
And what are you going to do about this when it comes down to facing me at Fallout? Are you going to bring the biggest fight of your life because I’m something you can’t handle? Are you going to prove me wrong that you are something that is unpassable as the undisputed greatest of all fucking time in this company and on this brand right now? Or are you going to tell me that sort of usual shit like “even on my worst day, I could beat you”. People have brought their best days, their great days, their fantastic fucking days and you know what I did with them? I knocked them the fuck down and put them out of the company, I put them into shame and I left them wondering if they could ever recover from the beating they took by my hands. You’ve probably done a whole lot of hyping yourself up, and maybe a whole lot of underestimating me because you might not see me on the same level as you, oh great wrestling god of old.
“I deserve to be in the Legacy Championship scene!”
“I want my place in the main event of Night of Honor!”
“I’m better than everyone in this company and I’ll prove it when I win the Legacy Championship!”
Do you realise how fucking ridiculous you sound when you open your mouth and that ego of yours begins to weep from the tongue? Do you know how fucking ridiculous you sound when you begin to bitch, and bitch, and then bitch some more over something that you’re not even in the same level on? You did all of that, Syndicate, did all of that campaigning and politicking to get into this championship contender’s match — took all of those losses and still continued to campaign until you got lucky in one match, that’s all you needed, right? Okay, that’s fair. That’s fine. Do you want to know what I did to be in this position? I fucking died for thirty-six minutes and then I came back like a bat out of hell to unmask some cancer patient of his evil identity. That’s all I did. That’s all I needed to do. Don’t you look like an even bigger fool than before now that you realise that I faked my death and I’m here whereas you went week for week being in everyone’s ear about how deserving you are of something. You really are a fucking idiot, Syndicate. A massive fool for even doing so much when I did so little.
But that’s just what I do at the end of the day, Syndicate. I do my best, I do my fucking damnest, and at the end of the day — they know when to reward me, they know what rewards I’m deserving, and here’s the biggest secret of them all that I can tell you along with everyone else.
I never politicked for a championship match in my life.
Imagine that, Syndicate? Spending four years of my professional career getting to the status that I’ve been in and I never begged, I never pleaded, I never made campaigns, I never did any of that shit because I believed that I could just do my usual and be rewarded. Surely, you’ve seen the championships I’ve won over the past four years. You’ve seen the plethora of rewards I’ve collected over those four years I’ve been in this sport. I might not have nine World Championship reigns in eight years, but I’d say that five is a pretty decent number, with a few more to come along the way as well. Over twenty consecutive championships that I’ve held in four years, over twenty-five reigns as a champion over the past four years, and even collecting matches of the year awards, feud of the year awards, tournaments of singles competition and tag team competition, being in the most dominant stables that wrestling’s ever seen, going from the most underrated and then towards reaching my rags to riches moment before ending it all as the top motherfucker of them all. And the cherry upon the cake and all of that additional icing? A fucking Hall of Fame ring. I don’t see you with all of that, Syndicate. So please, elaborate for me on why you should be heading into that match with Elena DeDraca, and why I should wait in line for a later date. I’d love to fucking hear it. I really would.
Because I don’t think you can touch me on the level I am on right now. I am in the prime of my fucking career and I ain’t even peaked yet, I ain’t even reached the summit of it all, I’m far from fucking done in this shit, Syndicate. I’ve already got a legacy behind me but I’ve not fully completed it without that Project: Honor Legacy Championship, and it’s going to your little ego when I fucking maim you in that ring — I just know it is because people like you never take a loss, always wanting to brush it under the carpet and move on like nothing happened, but here I am, just exposing the fucking spewing bullshit that comes from your mouth week after week. I’ve proven my place, you’ve yet to do it, but here’s my advice from myself to you, Syndicate. Start proving yourself as something before ever asking anyone for anything, because you’re given the first slice of the cake, and the rest of that cake? It’s the Legacy Championship and Elena DeDraca. But you’re wanting more, you’re wanting the whole cake, and you couldn’t give a fuck about anyone else — you’re a greedy fucking scumbag, that’s all you are. Me? I’m the one that’s going to punish you for trying to take it all for yourself, put you in the time out corner, and let you stay there until you finally stop being the greedy piece of shit that you are.
That’s what’s going to happen at Fallout too. I’m going to get into that ring with you and put on the best performance that I always bring to the table — because of course, I’m not called The Best Bout Machine for nothing — and then, I’m dropping you on your head, dropping you down to the mat, and I’m going to push you down the card until you can improve and show why you deserve to be in this spot. I’m aware that it doesn’t matter who wins or who loses, because at the end of the day, we’re both getting a championship match but one gets it sooner than later. I’m just an impatient son of a bitch, Syndicate. It’s been well documented that I’m an impatient fucker when it comes to championships and opportunities. The plans have been set for the long run, Syndicate. I’m going to beat you, and then I’m going to beat Swindle Shelldrake the following night, and then I’m going into the main event of Night of Honor and I’m going to beat Elena DeDraca, then after a while I’m going to beat Julius Fairweather for my Prime Championship, and then? I’m going to make it come full circle and beat you for a second time. Because that’s what I fucking do, Syndicate. I don’t need to be a prophet and tell everyone what needs to be done for it to happen, I just predict these things and it happens.
I’ve proven myself to be the Prime Example of Project: Honor. I’ve proven myself to be the Noble King that Project: Honor needed and should have had. And now? I need the triple crown. I want to finally reach my full potential and put a exclamation point on a legacy I’ve built by hand for four years straight, no breaks or anything, and no fucking wasting time being in anyone’s ear. That’s how powerful I am, Syndicate. That’s how powerful I have become by just being me. By just being myself and not an egotistical choke artist that can’t admit defeat and can’t admit that he was never going to stand rightfully in the main event scene. You were never on the spectrum for me, you never will either, and you’ll damn sure need a fucking miracle when you get in the ring with me on Thursday night.
Would you like to welcome everyone to the brand new syndicate created by yours truly, mate? Welcome everyone to the real syndicate and not what you’ve been projecting onto everyone for the past month or two. Because a whole lot of fucking people are going to massively disappointed when they find out the truth, Syndicate.
I’m just the pre-warning for it all.
You want to know who the fuck I am for trying to put you in your place?
I am Jason Long, the Emperor of Project: Honor and the fucking GOD that has been roaming the halls of every arena that I’ve ever walked right into. If you can keep to your fucking word, you’ll definitely gain my respect for doing your thing and doing what you needed to be in the spot you’re in now. But as of right now?
Nah.
Fuck you. I hope that you pull the same shit that Dickie did and slit your wrists because you finally came to the realisation that you are no match for anyone. I hope you fucking die when you attempt it. And I hope that this becomes your rebirth into a new life, when you slowly crawl away from the ring in defeat, because if this is the same Syndicate I’ll face down the road? It'll rinse and repeat. Done before, do it again. And it’ll be your fault each and every time.
Man, I can’t wait to make a fucking example out of you.
Long Live The Emperor
All fuckin’ hail.
