"To Whom It May Concern." — Night of Honor I.
Sept 1, 2021 17:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Sept 1, 2021 17:19:01 GMT -5
I'VE GOT 2 MILLION OTHER TRACKS, THAT ALL SOUND LIKE THIS
SO THIS FLOW IS FOR THE KIDS, THAT ALL MISS THAT SHIT
BUT REALLY I COULD GIVE A FUCK, WHEN ANYBODY MISS
I'M TOO CHAOTIC AND THE MUSIC GON' REGRET THAT SHIT
SO THIS FLOW IS FOR THE KIDS, THAT ALL MISS THAT SHIT
BUT REALLY I COULD GIVE A FUCK, WHEN ANYBODY MISS
I'M TOO CHAOTIC AND THE MUSIC GON' REGRET THAT SHIT
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AUGUST 31ST, 2021 – UNDISCLOSED LOCATION.
Something inside of his head makes him think that this isn’t real.
The past nine months have been spent trying to fight off everyone to become the man he is, to become the man he’s always claimed to be, and if he can keep up the fight to the very end and the final bell has rung for the match to end with him standing victorious? It would all be worth it – that feeling of being on top of the world with nobody around to make that same claim and feel just a little bit higher than he is – if he can continue to survive for as long as he could. It’s just a couple of minutes, there’s nothing about it but those couple of minutes that he needs to defeat her, just those couple of minutes are what risks life and death and Jason’s lived through both.
Life…
And…
Death…
One more couldn’t hurt now, could it? One more attempt at cheating death could be worth the risk of making it to the very top of the mountain after nine long months of fighting, scratching, and clawing all of the way up the mountain – picking up championships and victories against everyone on the roster that has stepped up and tried to take their own loyalties – just to be stopped by one person that many have claimed to be the unbeaten queen of the mountain. Jason has beaten many like her that’s claimed to be the unstoppable force, the immovable object, the invincible barrier – and even when he’s been knocked down and almost out of the fight – he’d find a way to break through and pull off the impossible.
That’s what people expect of him to do against Elena, to pull off the impossible and break more history, becoming the first to ever do it again. The first-ever Triple Crown Champion and the first to ever hold a brand and inter-promotional championship within Project: Honor. Jason Long has become known for being the history-maker after his win at Guts, Gold, and Glory. But in his head, he never saw it being the reality he thought could become true. Spending four years trying to be the man that everyone will never forget and coming this close to finally reaching the goal he set out all of those years ago? He didn’t want to fumble that when it was in his grasp.
The question was how could he continue to fight? How would The Emperor stop the invincible?
A dream match was soon looking to turn into a clash of the titans.
“Honey,” a voice spoke out from nowhere. “Is everything alright? It’s been forty minutes now.”
Savannah’s tone seemed to make Jason lose focus of what he had, snapping out of his trance to find himself kneeling before his mother’s headstone, his hand resting down on the plaque that read the quote that’s become synonymous with Jason and his mother.
‘The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.’
Jason couldn't remember how he got here, or how he found himself in this position, all he could remember was the vision of fire, flames, and burning flesh. Not just anyone’s burning flesh. His burning flesh. A wild dream state of himself three years ago, finding himself on the beaches of Wexford with a casket and an axe, getting too close to the burning chopped up casket and – in the process – getting himself caught up in the flames, burning two of his fingers.
“I’m fine… seriously, I am.” Those words spoken were a lie. He wasn’t ‘fine’ at all. “I just got myself lost in time, I didn’t really know how long I was up here for, did you say forty minutes?”
“Yes, it’s been almost an hour. Don’t you remember you’ve got dinner with your dad in thirty minutes?”
“Yeah, yeah, I forgot all about that,” taking a deep breath before bringing himself back up to his feet. “I just… I don’t know what to do… I feel lost in everything I do. I feel lost in anything I attempt to do, and time constantly loses itself. The days go by too quickly for me to really grasp onto them.”
Savannah stood there, listening to the words that escaped Jason’s lips. Some of it never made sense, it was like he was trying to form a proper sentence but couldn’t grasp at it, fumbling his words. Upon the couple getting back into the car, Jason sat in the driver seat with his hands resting on the steering wheel but he seemed so… lost. Just silence and blank staring out the window.
“This is about Elena, isn’t it?” Savannah spoke as she turned her head to Jason, in which he answered with a gentle nod. “I understand the feeling of heading into the unknown, that feeling of fear taking over your body, it sucks. But I promise that at the end of this, it’ll be yours for the taking. There’s a reason why everyone thinks you’re the best in the world. There’s a reason why you’re a king and everyone bows down to you. I have faith in you, baby.”
There’s no reply. There’s no more words that come from Jason’s lips. His only focus was getting out of there and making his way to meet with his step-father. It was as simple as that, he just couldn't bear to hear her name right now, the confidence was shattering his own reality – breaking him down and making himself become lost in time – just to make sure that his mind is always on Elena DeDraca.
She was stuck in her head.
She was controlling his mind.
She was living rent-free in her head.
There was only one way of ending it however and that was to put an end to Elena DeDraca herself. Burn her legacy. Burn everything around him.
Burn.
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“This is it.”
The sounds of clicking are heard before the sight of a lighter’s flame is seen, lighting up a cigarette and showing the face of Jason Long, which is when a singular light shines down onto The Emperor and revealing his dressed to the nines style – with a black casket set up right behind him and resting on top of it is his Project: Honor Prime Championship – as he continues to stand and take a drag of the cigarette. Letting the smoke blow out through his lips.
“A match with you, Elena, would mean a lot to anyone that wanted to dethrone you at any capacity. Give you a single loss, give you the fight of your life and say they walked away unscathed, let people know that they did what was told to be impossible. That’s what people want out of you, that’s why they come to fight you, that’s why they always want their hands on Elena DeDraca – their hands on you – just so they can be the cocky fuck that parades around with their limp dick in their hands and act the tough man. I have waited nine long months for you to come through the ropes and meet me, Elena. I have waited a very long time for you – or for those within the company – to finally make me come face to face with the one entity within this company that they’ve said was the impossible girl. The invincible force that has played gatekeeper with the Project: Honor Legacy Championship. The unstoppable bitch that has had Fallout gripped by the balls and has twisted them every single time she wanted her own way.”
"You have that kind of power over everyone that's on the roster in Fallout and even on Proving Ground, that's the kind of power that you possess and that's something you are very proud about, I can just sense it from you that you are. You know how much you have the entire company – not just a brand, but an entire company – by the balls and firmly gripping them so you can be the one in charge of everyone. You have that kind of power and you're rolling with it. That's why you're the Legacy Champion – not once, but twice – and have been holding it down since you got into the company back in November. You're a take no bullshit kind of person, I respect that. You're the kind of person to strike and ask later, everything that you do is praised upon like it's a blessing given from the gods."
"Look, I'd honestly love to shower you with as much 'praise' as I can but I'll just keep it real it real you, Elena, I have not once bought into the bullshit that you've sold onto everyone in this fucking company. Not once. I've been watching you be humbled with praise each and every single time and I question why everyone does it and it's because everyone wants to be you – like you're some kind of role model or prophet – but they don't want to be someone like you because they'll never reach the levels you've been on. You've won all of your matches? That's cute. I couldn't care less considering all you did was take on the rookies or the ones who couldn't wrestle as good as they thought. You faced those who would be classed in the sport as 'jobbers' just to puff up your record to astounding numbers. Jay Jones? Josiah Andrew Scott? Latoya Hixx? Earl Boyde? Trey Bouchet? Alessandro Quagliaterre? The Dragon Lady? Zack Tyler? How am I meant to buy into your 'legacy' when it's been padded more times than anything?"
"All of the hype that people gave you? Where does it come from? Beating Dickie? Beating Hunter? Winning the Legacy Championship off of the bat? The padded record you hold? Where is all of the hype that you have generated coming from?"
“Honestly, there’s really just one answer…”
A shrug of the shoulders. Pausing for a moment to take another drag from the cigarette.
“You’re just a massive attention seeking bitch and that’s all you’ll ever be to me, Elena.”
“Do you know how many times I hear about what Elena DeDraca did other than what I did? Do you know how many times Elena DeDraca has gotten the main event spotlight to herself and always comes out on top? Time after time again, week in and week out, over and over again she fought for at every single pay-per-view event. She always was in the main event, and with good reason for it too considering how she was the champion of Project: Honor. Not just a brand champion, but the champion of the company, and all of that got into her head? It’s made her into what she is today as this evil egotistical ‘queen shit of fuck mountain’ kind of person than what she used to be beforehand. You can take a look at her from the start of the year until now and you can tell me if that’s the same Elena DeDraca as she is today. Please, do it, because you’re going to be fucking shocked to find out she ain’t. She’s let her own ego get the better of her and now she parades around with a group of friends named after some line Captain America muttered out in Endgame to show that he was the real one. Just a fucking shame that all of Elena DeDraca these days is fake.”
“Are you going to correct me, Elena? Tell me I’m wrong? Tell me that nothing about you is fake? Tell me you’re not an egotistical little girl? Tell me you’re not an attention-seeking bitch after all? Enlighten me, Elena. What makes you… you? What makes you so special that the company – the people that book the fucking matches – decided that you deserved a second chance? Was it because you were the previous champion? Was it because you were the only good one out of the entire roster? Nah, it wasn’t that. You whined, complained, and bitched about it until you got what you wanted. I remember seeing you tweeting that you’ll be taking a little bit of time off to recover and to set yourself straight –– but to come back weeks later and defeat the Noble Champion at the time to become the contender to the title you previously lost? I don’t see anyone else with that special privilege like you have, Elena. I never saw anyone get a second chance at a title they just lost, I didn’t see the likes of Dickie Watson get his second shot at the title, I didn’t see Savannah Sunshine get her shot for the title, I didn’t see Mark Hunter get his shot at the title, I haven’t seen anyone – but you – get a championship rematch just weeks, if not months, later.”
“Makes me question what the company sees in you that I cannot. Makes me question what all of these people who praise you see in you that I cannot. Makes me question why the fuck you’re still here and not fighting for a title like mine, or a title like either Pyro or Havoc, or even a title like Valkyrie? Constantly stayed there and fed ‘the best of both brands’ whilst it was only Proving Ground people and not someone on the brand you ‘represent’. Dickie Watson? Shawn Warstein? Mark Hunter? I think it’s about fucking time someone on this brand was able to step up and try to put you in your place, Elena, but – though this isn’t a problem for me – you have a problem on your hands because of who drew being first up to the table. You drew it up to be one on one with The King. The worst fucking mistake of Rock Johnson’s life when he let me be the one to take you on in the biggest show of this company’s history. Jason Long, the Career Slayer, the Dream Killer, and the most violent cunt that this brand has today.”
Jason lets his words hang for a moment before continuing on.
“What makes you think you’re better than I am, Elena? Go ahead, tell me all of the tales about how I don’t show myself being a ‘king’ or an ‘emperor’ and how I don’t conquer any of the land because I’m a ‘fraud’. If you think of underestimating me, thinking I’m lower than you, or even putting yourself higher than what I have become –– then frankly, you haven’t a fucking clue who or what I am –– and that makes me the most dangerous opponent you’ve ever faced in your time here in the company. Because, I didn’t need to be handed the main championship in just a few short matches here in the company – even though I have an astounding record of championships throughout the world – and I never needed to constantly stay in the one championship title picture throughout the past nine months. I was rising to the top, Elena, I crawled up the fucking mountain and in each and every single championship match that I have been in. I have never ever fucking lost. Take a look in the records, the numbers don’t fucking lie, do they? Disqualification win. Thronebreaker through the glass to stand on the peak of Fallout’s mountain. Breaking an arm and putting my foot down on two divisions.”
“I don’t see you doing the shit I’ve done. You were too busy fucking around with the likes of Latoya Hixx or Alice Knight to even give a fuck. Why should anyone give a slight fuck about you when you haven’t even beaten half of the Fallout roster when I did it in one fucking night. You’re not special, Elena, you’re a fucking piss ant cow who thinks so highly of herself and needs to be knocked off of her own god complex so she can finally see the world around her.”
“That’s where I come in.”
Flicking the remaining ashes from the cigarette down onto the floor, turning his body around to pick up his Prime Championship and turning back around.
“Oh, but we’re so going to hear all of that ‘ironic that the man that calls himself a king – or even an emperor – calls me the egotistical one of us both’ but a name is a name, it’s a moniker, much like your monikers of being the Gothmother or The British Raven. I know I am an egotistical maniac, I know that I rub shit in all of the fucking time, and you know why I rub in each and every single accomplishment I have to my name? Because within the four years that I’ve been doing this shit, there’s not a single fucker that has done the same and has had their rags to riches like I have, and that is something you cannot have either. You cannot say you’re on my level, Elena, because I’m on a much higher level than you, a level that you couldn’t even see until I decided to fucking show up and show out, a level where only the fucking elites go to and become the king, queen, etcetera. Nobody’s been really able to topple you off of your platform, and the one man that almost did? He couldn’t even succeed in that. So now, you’re probably asking yourself…”
“If he couldn’t do it, then what makes you think you can?”
“The answer is simple – I don’t.”
Jason flicks the cigarette down onto the floor, placing the championship on his right shoulder.
“I’m not trying to be the next Shawn Warstein – beating you and putting you down for only a few moments – but I’m going to do what they say has been impossible to do, I’m going to do what many have said should never – and have never – been done before. I have to put you in your place. I have to put you down and make sure you stay down. I have to make sure that when you decide to try and fuck off again to recover and recollect yourself? You stay the fuck away and don’t come back for this championship again. Don’t go for two weeks and say ‘yeah, I want my title again’, because when I become the champion of Project: Honor? When I hold the Legacy Championship? Things are going to be changing around here. I’m going to be wrestling on Fallout shows and then Proving Ground shows, and then working Fallout and Proving Ground pay-per-views, and everyone is going to experience a real legacy –– not a fucking hashtag for Twitter goons to use whenever they’re fucking pleased.”
“These are the things that you should have done as champion. These are the things that you should have been doing as the Legacy Champion but you never did. Shit, why should you after all? You don’t care about anyone else but yourself and HYDRA. Everything is about you, proving you can be as ruthless as you’re meant to be, and continue to show yourself worthy to HYDRA. That’s the main goal, right? Be ruthless with me, Elena. Show me no fucking remorse whatsoever. Shit, kill me if you have to but just know I’ll be right back up and kicking your fucking head off in no time. Show me that savagery that people say you have, give me the relentless Elena DeDraca that’s so praised upon for what she’s stood up for, but just know that you’re the most predictable fucking lap dog anyone’s ever seen. Yap, yap, yap. Bark as loud as you fucking can, Elena. It gets their attention, right? That means you can win, right?”
“Wrong.”
“The more you bark like a bitch, the less people want to hear you. It’s the same shit over and over and over again. Do you think that people want to listen to you bark for thirty minutes and hear you come out with the same old bullshit that everyone’s come out with in the past? Tell me that I suck, tell me I ain’t worth a shit to you, tell me that I don’t belong in this match and tell me to go back and play Barbie and Ken with Savannah. I know you’ll take the personal dig at me, but honey, you haven’t a clue how fucking disappointed your daughter is going to be when I rock up to your cottage and toss your head onto her duvet.”
Jason cracks a twisted smirk on his face, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the lighter from before, flicking it open and lighting up the flame.
“Does your daughter believe in fairy tales, Elena?”
“She should be with a mother like you, a living and walking fairy tale come to life, the mother who ‘saved the world’. Your daughter, Isabella, is going to learn one more fairy tale about her mother. Spoken to her by her father when you’re not there to tell the story. How the mother did everything to defend her daughter’s honor from the sick and twisted bastard known as The King. She tried and tried, she couldn’t fight it any longer and the more she did? The more he only fought back harder. Suddenly, the flame burned her clothing and she was immediately set on fire, left to burn as The King stood over her – not allowing anyone to enter the ring and save her – before she turned into a cloud of ash and nothing left of her but the burning flesh and her stopped heart. The King stood tall, the ace of the land, and reigned in as the champion twice over. The mother’s happily ever after never came to fruition.”
“Night of Honor, I’m taking liberties. Not heads, but fucking lives. If you’re going to step up and try to take me down then be my guest, Elena, I’d admire the set of balls you’d grown that day to try and take me down a notch. I’m going to fucking leave you burning alive, I’m going to skin you alive, and then I’m going to maim you on international television for everyone to see. You thought you were the twisted bitch of the company but I am just one step further. I don’t take no for an answer and I for sure don’t stop until I’m forced to. Remember, Elena, you made this match to be one of your specialties. You made this match an inferno match.”
“You stacked the odds against me but I love my fucking chances more.”
“Only one person is walking out of Japan as the ace of Project: Honor, only one person is walking out as the Legacy Champion, and I don’t need to tell you who the fuck I am because at the end of the day, people will remember me for one thing and one thing only. Doing the impossible. Defeating the invincible. Putting down the unstoppable. I’m going to fucking manslaughter a legacy with my own bare hands and I’ll watch the whole thing go up in smoke. But don’t worry, Elena, they’ll remember you too. Being the sacrificial lamb to the slaughter that made Jason Long the history maker once again.”
A lighthearted chuckle as he looks to the lighter.
“But you know what they will remember me for?”
Jason soon tosses the lighter back as the entire casket engulfs itself in flames, allowing it to burn in the background as Jason keeps his attention focused to the camera in front of him. Keeping that grin on his face.
“For burning Elena DeDraca alive.”
“All fucking hail The Emperor.”
The Prime Champion walks out of the shot, the feed soon fading away with the final visual showing the casket turning to ash.
End.
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