"Guilty Conscience." — Fallout XVIII: The Choices We Make.
Jan 4, 2022 22:31:16 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Jan 4, 2022 22:31:16 GMT -5
IMMORTALITY II // GUILTY CONSCIENCE
GHOSTS OF THE PAST CAME TO HAUNT ME
I CAUGHT YOU BUT YOU NEVER CAUGHT ME
I WAS SITTING HERE WAITING ON KARMA
THERE GOES MY GUILTY CONSCIENCE
— — — — — —
GHOSTS OF THE PAST CAME TO HAUNT ME
I CAUGHT YOU BUT YOU NEVER CAUGHT ME
I WAS SITTING HERE WAITING ON KARMA
THERE GOES MY GUILTY CONSCIENCE
— — — — — —
Tell me, Project: Honor…
DO I HAVE YOUR FUCKIN’ ATTENTION NOW?!
…because I should after what happened at Wired Consequences. People can go on a tangent of wondering what had happened or how did any of this happen, but in reality, this was just something that was a long time coming and something that I had waited for a year to the day for – to be released from it’s prison. And to be frank with all of you, this was something that he had warned you so long ago about, from the very beginning up until recent weeks that have gone past. He told you about me, he told you about how dangerous I can be, he told you how powerful I can be— and not a single one of you decided to listen to him, not a single one of you are even paying attention to him, but you’ll sit there and watch as I just slaughtered the lamb you fed to me that night. A pure, weakened, ill-minded Jacob Steele was dead that night – and he could have remained dead too if it weren’t for the mercy that I showed him – and that was what got your attention now, wasn’t it? You could sit there and berate me for the fragile ego that I ‘claim’ to possess but what do I really possess now? Was that the work of a fragile ego? Was that the work of a self-glorifying alias? It’s the same with a lot of you, isn’t it? Telling me that I’ve just become someone with all bark and no bite, telling me I’ve gotten soft as of late with how True Society has been holding things down, telling me that I have no place left on this roster and I’ve hit my ceiling and it’s only downhill from here.
There are times that I’ve walked around here and thought to myself that what everyone’s been saying for all of these years has been the truth and that I was too tone-deaf to even realise it, and my downfall was because of myself and my inability to not listen to those trying to lead me down that path that might help me. And the more that I thought about it, the more that I continued to sit down every single night and kick myself because I let myself down and I was letting others down too. But then I realised something recently, on that episode of Fallout where I showed up and was prepared to walk right into the main event of Wired Consequences, that everything that I had done with my career since the beginning was done because of who I am and how I’ve always been. People want to talk about this or that about me, telling me that I’ll never get back on the same track again, but that’s because I wasn’t being myself, and being myself never meant having the loudest fuckin’ voice in the yard and having that loud fuckin’ bark because that’s not what helps me be myself. Not worrying for others, not worrying for the safety of a brand’s relevance, but being the man I am and that is being The King– just like I always have been.
“You remember that YOU are supposed to be the entity and not me?”
And if any of the other seven that will meet me on Fallout would want to prove themselves against me, then this is the perfect challenge for them, to reach for the stars and grasp onto the future for themselves. Their chance, their opportunity, one that might last a lifetime. This is what it’s all about, eight people trying to prove themselves again and prove to others that they deserve to be in some kind of contention or belonging under some kind of spotlight. They’re all bickering with one another and telling each other how they’re good at this, they’re good at that, and they’re just good in general. Arguing with one another over who’s this and who’s that— Never seems to stop now, doesn’t it? As a voice, as something that watches from the eyes of another man, as someone that cannot physically get involved unless I am summoned into the action… I have to say, the admiration of others to think that they belong somewhere by just saying they’re good, and they’re better than this person or that person– it’s become something of a common cliche around here on Fallout, hasn’t it? Especially with the seven of you, all have fallen down that past before and all have fallen into those words that’ll always come back to haunt you. He fell for that same shit and he never proved anyone wrong, telling himself that he can talk his shit and back it up but he hasn’t fuckin’ backed up anything for the past couple of months.
I, on the other hand, only needed one night to prove myself – and one night was just enough – because there’s no more time left to prove one’s self, and if messages were meant to be direct and cleared within an instant, then see for yourself what I had done with the man who all of you cheered for that night. Take a good, long, and hardened look at what came of Jacob Steele when he shared the top of the cage with someone like me. All of you applauded, cheered, and even cried for that man when he’s become nothing more but a menace to society as a whole. All of you had become sympathetic that night and for what cause? Every single one of you ‘fans’ seems to be quick to change sides when you realise who’s a true hero or a true antichrist. What makes you think that Jacob Steele is here to be the hero? What makes you think that someone like him came back to prove himself? All that he’s proved – and forever has proved – was to be a joke and Wired Consequences was no different from his charade that he’s gotten all of you trapped up in. I just tried to show you the light, I tried to show you what it meant to see things from my own eyes, and I tried to free all of you from the PATHETIC BULLSHIT that comes walking through the doors. Never even spoke a fuckin’ word and you all went behind him to cheer him on?
Seems like fear is a strong emotion that none of you can control.
Though I could already tell that your Jason would be asking why he’d be in this match after the embarrassment that came to him at Wired Consequences, I commend this kind of bravery. For someone to take the fall that he did and then risk his life once again in another ‘match’ that produces the dangers of what heights can bring? I can only applaud the bravery. I can only applaud how much more you seem to want to continue after everything that happened, then again, as history has shown, Steele– you’ve never known when to give up, have you? Hopefully, you might take the hint this time. Hopefully, you might find yourself finally figuring out that this was your last ride into the sunset for good. Because I’d hate for anything to happen to you again after what happened when you crossed my path. I’d hate for you to even cross my path again, if you knew what was good for you, Jacob. I believe we all know what’ll happen if that were to occur again, don’t we?
“When has that man ever listened to either me or you?”
And even when you lost the Noble Championship, people continue to cough it up to ‘the curse’ but in reality, it’s because every single champion has been completely fuckin’ shit at what they do with the championship - even if that meant Jason himself, but he’ll bite back and say it’s because he never defended it, I know he will - so are you going to fall in line with the rest and blame a supposed curse? No, you wouldn’t do that. I know you wouldn’t. You’re too good to blame a phoney curse people have made up because of the long line of champions that have failed in their runs. You’re too good to blame anything else but yourself, Slade, and you’re already winning anyway– if you’ll count that Tag Team Championship reign as a win.
Let’s be real here, you’re only in True Society because you’ve kept a championship reign going as you’ve passed through a failed defence.
“I mean… you’re not wrong… but—”
That feeling… sucks, doesn’t it?
A shame you have to live by it for the rest of time.
— — — — — —
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK. — DECEMBER 26TH, 2021.
It only felt right that after a year of him finally capturing and killing his alternate dimensional self that he’d have to call for him to be released into this world again, no Savannah or even Dominic or Nathan in sight, it was just him left alone. That’s exactly what he needed anyway tonight. To be left alone. This was something he was unsure how it could react from being able to gain control of physicality. As he stepped up to stand behind the curtain, he took a large deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment— and all it was for him was a moment’s blink, because once he had opened his eyes again? He stared out into the backstage halls, away from the curtain, and without his ring jacket. His gear seemingly being torn up into shreds by… something… and in the distance, he could hear the announcements being made for another match, one that was supposed to happen after his. In his mind, he could have only been imagining it, there wasn’t any way that one simple blink was enough for him to gain control without him noticing.
Oh, come on, Jason. Don’t play dumb with us now, you know how you’ve ended up like this.
This wasn’t how it was meant to be, he wasn’t meant to gain control so easily, it wasn’t meant to be like this. As he continued to stand there, he began to feel a little bit light-headed as he began to walk to the locker rooms. All of the staff inside of the building just stared at Jason as he walked past them, they seemed to have been scared of him, almost terrified as they tried their best to keep their distance with him. But he was so confused with the reactions people were giving him, he wasn’t understanding why anyone would have been scared of him, until a monitor caught his eye– showing moments within the match that made Jason’s jaw drop down low. He was staring at himself, levitating over everyone that was watching, and he wasn’t standing on anything. Even worse, he watched that inhuman strength being used against Steele– before hearing, and seeing, the snap of Jacob Steele’s neck before being thrown off of the cage.
You don’t seem too proud of our work, I thought that this was what you wanted.
Jason was disgusted, he felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t watch on anymore but there was one thing that he took notice of that it seemed like nobody else has had yet… the glowing white eyes that was on Jason as he stood on the top of the cage and stared down onto the fallen Jacob Steele. As he stumbled into his locker room, Jason fell down onto the floor in a heap and seemed like he was about to pass out– but in that moment was when the entity of alternate Jason had appeared, dragging himself off of the floor and looking down at the fallen Jason where he rested.
“You cannot tell me that what happened out there was what you had planned,” he exclaimed, pausing for a moment as he allowed Jason to lift up his head and pick himself up, only to be leaning against the wall in a seated position. “Hell, you said it yourself that you wanted Jacob Steele dead and buried and I had given him the chance to see either heaven or hell– wherever he had belonged, I’m not one to be judgemental of where they belonged.”
Jason is still trying to process what he had just witnessed with his own eyes, and even trying to process further into why everything had happened in only a blink of an eye– it just didn’t seem right that he was the one to become an overpowered entity that wreaked havoc on Jacob Steele’s lifeless body. ‘Jason’ sighed for a moment. “If anything to you, he’s still alive. I’d assume that you’d not like to have a murder body count to your name, would you?”
“That…” he pauses for a second. “That’s not how that was meant to be. I don’t even know what happened out there, I just remember blinking and then next second— This wasn’t how any of this was meant to be, you fuckin’ used me to gain quick control when I never knew, and when you were done, you just threw me back into my body and gave me control again, made it feel like nothing ever happened. I don’t know how you did it but I never want that shit to happen again.”
“Oh, so now you don’t want this to happen? Maybe you should have thought about that when you decided to release me into this world because you felt the need to find a side of you that you struggled to crawl back into.” Jason sat there and looked up to the almost transparent entity, slowly rolling his eyes before dropping his head down in shame. “You’ve released me into this world, Jason, and now you need to remind yourself of who I was and how I’ll forever act out to being. I had a vision, I had something planned out and ready to execute— you put a stop to that when you murdered me in cold blood-”
“BECAUSE YOU KILLED MY FUCKIN’ MOTHER, YOU BASTARD!”
“AND I’D DO IT AGAIN IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO, SHE WASN’T WORTH ANYTHING TO ME JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE THERE IS IN THIS FUCKIN’ WORLD.” A moment of silence quickly followed, the entity walked around the room – and even just passed through the couch that was left in the middle of the room – before looking back at Jason once more. “Until you’ve come to the realisation again of what I am capable of doing, then you’ll forever live knowing that I can just take over with the click of my fingers, and that’ll be your only weakness because… once I gain control, only chaos follows and I continue what I had planned on setting out before you stopped my plans.”
As the entity passed through the couch again, he looked down and saw Jason trying to get back to his feet, struggling as he did but he was able to lean up against the wall and push himself up into a standing posture. Jason seemed to have been out of breath, or even just very heavy and far paced out breathing, as he stared down the entity before swinging for him and just connecting with the air. His fist passed through his head as he fell down onto the floor again, making the entity laugh at Jason for the complete humiliation he caused himself.
“Fuck… you…”
“Come on, mate. You know better than to try and hit me. Not in the state that I’m in right now–”
The entity was soon interrupted by the sounds of the door handle rattling away and someone trying to barge through the door, before the door opened and Savannah stepped through, almost falling onto the floor herself. As she looked down in horror, seeing her fiance in such a horrible state. Savannah tried her best to help Jason back up to his feet, or to even bring him onto the couch so he could be seated there, but to her – Jason felt like dead weight. Literal dead weight. She was able to lift him into a seated position on the floor, resting his back against the back of the couch, as she knelt down to check on him.
“Jesus Christ… what happened out there to you, Jason? That wasn’t you. That’s not the Jason that I know and lov—” she paused, seeing the resembling scars along his chest that were also on the entity that only Jason had just seen moments ago. She was completely frozen in fear and concern for Jason’s health. Savannah seemed to have turned into a panic mode but Jason held onto her arm and made sure she knew that he was in an okay condition. “No, you need to explain what has happened to you right now. There’s no need to be afraid of anything, you can tell me if someone’s attacked you or anything like that, I’ll make sure they suffer for putting their hands on you like this. I— no… this wasn’t caused by that, was it?”
She’s smart, very quick to catch on now, isn’t she?
Jason adjusted his positioning before speaking. “I seem to have been very well mistakened when I thought I had some kind of control over it, and it took over without me really knowing what happened out there, until I saw it with my own eyes. I don’t know how to explain it to you. I really wish I could. I just– I don’t know anymore.”
Savannah brought Jason’s head down onto her shoulders, wrapping her hand around his head and gently bringing her hand through his hair. “Though I’m sure this might be the last thing you’d want to hear, I promise all of this will be okay. Just make a promise to me after tonight, if you don’t mind. Please, please, please, please… Just– please get rid of him- or even it- before it continues to hurt you even more than it has.”
She hasn’t got a clue what she’s talking about, doesn’t she? Stupid, pathetic, weakling.
“I can’t make promises to you, but I’ll do my best when I find myself having no use for him ever again.”
“No, Jason…” she spoke. “You have to do it right now. Look at the state that it’s left you after just being in use for one night, it’s too powerful for you to handle and you don’t even know how to really control it, like it has a mind of it’s own and can take control of you whenever it wants.”
You cannot let her tell you what to do. Remember what I have control over. Remember what I can do—
“Okay,” a pause. “I’ll end it.”
Jason took a deep breath as he began to pick himself up off of the floor, finally being able to find his footing as he leaned back against the couch, and finally giving himself some clearer vision after a few blinks. Tonight still felt a little bit… weird to him, but it was like what the entity had said to him, this was something he should have expected to happen, he should have known that it was going to be this way with him gaining control. Jason walked out of the locker room and headed to see some on-site medical staff, Savannah followed right behind him, but in his head… he could hear him. Repeating the same sentence over and over again.
Just remember, this was only the beginning of a new reign.
— — — — — —
Though, we are far from finished with anyone from True Society.
Looks like whenever Arik Holt wants to book his matches, he’ll plaster his balls all over it and make sure he’s got his hand in every result, even if that means spreading their members here and there like it’s a fuckin’ disease. Some might say it’s excessive, but in reality, I enjoy it. Members coming in far and wide, they’re all coming in to try and tackle whoever is desperate to reach the top of the mountain. Then again, take a look at those that have come around to play their part in this game. Joining the ranks because Arik Holt is just using every new member of the roster to bring into his cult, it seems. Classy move, definitely a good move to cushion up those numbers, I have to admit. With names like Billy Bennett, Graham Baker, Matthew Knox, Duscilla White… amongst others that are there, Two of those names, they just so happen to be in this match actually.
Matthew Knox. A man that’s been here before and someone that knows what this plot of land has been like since the very beginning. A man who has been at the top of the mountain of the company, has seen from all the way up there, and knows what it means to be reaching for the stars – pun intended – but everyone always brings up his failure, then his departure, then letting him become a fuckin’ annoying nuisance on websites like Twitter. Seems like people remember his fall more than his rise, then again, I can’t blame anyone for thinking such with a man who seems to be bland personality-wise and yet, talks so much smack for a man like him. I never really understand it, I don’t think I’d ever understand that a man like him would want to be talking so much shit but yet– never seem to be able to clearly back himself up. It’s kind of like what I explained earlier, you know? All that talk I did, all of the cliche bullshit that I brought up, Matt Knox is the prime example of that kind of person. That man is the pinnacle prime fuckin’ example of what an egotistic smacktalker with nothing to back himself up with is. Came back because he hated the fact that he had one good match, and since then, became a complete and total slacker. Talk to me, Matt, are you still holding that 1-2 record over your head still? Letting others pad that record for you now that you’re… tied with a 3-3 record now?
Oh, you’re so silly, Matthew.
I never truly understood what you meant when you said you came back because you’ve to right your wrongs but it seems as if you’re doing a terrible job at doing that, you know? It was bad enough when you were brought in as a lackey to take out Mark Hunter at The Purge, but to be letting others like Valkyrie or Syndicate give you a better record and giving you the win every single week? That ‘ego’ of yours you claim to have must be shattered by now, Matt. Hell, is it even a thing that you’ll show up again considering that you weren’t even there at Wired Consequences? Are you going to let people constantly berate you for leaving again because– seems to me like they will. I won’t, however, I’ll simply wave you away and watch you walk into the sunset to never be seen again. I do wish you well in your future endeavours, Matthew. You were a good punching bag for others when you were around. And even if you do, or you don’t, show up? I’ll forever remember you as the man who ran away when he had the chance.
“Much like how he was the first time around…”
Now, another name that was in that pile was someone by the name of Duscilla White, and this is someone that I - or even Jason - has any clue about other than the fact that her and Valkyrie seem to be good, close friends. They go by a group, a pact - if you will - with the name of the Wolves of Óðinn. Though, I know the name of óðinn comes from Norse mythology, in my world– that never came to fruition and Odin… never existed. Just a little fact to remember by, you know? Gives me a giggle sometimes when I bring it up. But please, explain to me, what does it mean to be a wolf of óðinn? Are you the real-life versions of Geri and Freki? If so, to which of those two are you? The Ravenous? The Greedy One? From what I’ve seen, you’re neither of the two. Unless you count the numerous times since you’ve arrived where you’ve threatened to mangle someone like you’re an actual wolf, then I clearly do not see any reasoning to your pack name. Just seems like something the two of you have come up with on your own accord to make yourselves seem like tough, scary women with ‘intents’ to kill and harm anyone that comes in your wake.
I’m sure you’ve had fun with that when you’ve only come face to face with the likes of Logan Burgess and Latoya Hixx and when you had a real challenge ahead of you – against a teammate of yours – you never grasped onto the chance to become the top champion, an interesting choice which I endorse but also find confusing. Finding yourself to lay there and take the pinfall when you had an enemy to fight against right there. Seems like this wolf isn’t as smart as she acts, a shame really, but I should have expected it when you put the name of ‘wolf’ with someone who just doesn’t cut it to be a supposed predator to life. I’d be convinced if you had really done something that gives you a namesake but— there’s nothing.
“You know, you could mention her time in FIGHT–”
Nobody cares enough if she’s been this or that, if she’s died before or even come back to life, because look here, I’ve done it so many times before that I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve done it on one hand. But yet, you expect me to be entertained by someone who’s supposedly died and come back to life for another chance at something? Give me a break, you weak mortal beings know nothing about this shit. It’s unironically pathetic how you take these things. But let’s simply move along before my blood boils more than it should and I cause a scene– believe me, we wouldn’t want that, it’s best if that wasn’t going to happen. To someone that’s caught my eye for quite some time, of course. This one person that’s always been around and always seems to be this bubbly personality– little Savannah Sunshine.
“Choose your fuckin’ words wisely, mate.”
How could I have forgotten about the play thing that Jason uses every so often when he feels like it, huh? Both of you are so cute for one another, being happily engaged and all that sweet stuff, really does make me sick when I have to be the one that watches from the inside of this ‘thing’ you fuck every night. I remember a time when I was in love, happily married at a younger age than Jason was in this world, and even had a child – and one I never hid from anyone in my life – but… they were taken too soon from me. Taken away from me because of an unearthly attack in my world–
“...you’re one lying son of a bitch, you know that? You know what you did to Hannah and Amelia. You know fuckin’ better than anyone else that you killed them in a bombing attack – and you even knew that they were going to be there too – and you never bothered to save their lives. THEY WERE A SACRIFICE TO YOU AND YOU NEVER FUCKIN’ CARED—”
Enough of him. I haven’t got the time for little pissants barking in my ear.
Now… where were we?
Ah yes, Savannah.
Savannah, I don’t understand you sometimes. For one, you seem like someone that’s been fed up with the world always turning their problems onto you and you taking the blame for everything that’s happened. Then, you seem to be fed up with everyone attacking you for what you’ve done in the past and what personal matters they bring up against you. And all I could see, from my point of view, is a pup wandering around these dark roads and being easily harmed by the innocent bystanders just continuing to neglect it. You’re a wounded pup, Savannah, but you know you could be so much better than that. You were so much better than that but you let that go, haven’t you? You let that side of you be freed and now, you’re back to square one. You had the whole world in your hands and you had everything ready to be crushed with just one tight grip— but you fuckin’ let all of that be gone because you were too afraid for what it was doing with Jason?
Sweetheart, if you were fearful for what that could have done to Jason, then he clearly hasn’t told you about me – and the things I have already done to him – because your demons and his? We are not alike. Me and Persephone? We are not the same. But even then, she was still powerful and you couldn’t grasp onto it. You’re weak, Savannah, you’re too weak to control something that was trying to save you from the constant second-hand embarrassment you were collecting every single week. Let’s play the game of what names you’ll be called this week, Savannah.
“Jason’s toy.”
“The girl who could never come close.”
“Jason’s little human fleshlight.”
“The girl who continued to cry for mercy.”
“The constant failure that never learned when to stop.”
…should I continue? Maybe, by now, you’ve understood the point I’m trying to make. You’re nothing like what you’ve continued to put yourself out there to begin with, and you’re always constantly holding yourself back because you cannot take the hard criticism that people give you without trying to make an absolute mess of yourself in proving people wrong. Until you come to realise that, Savannah, you’ll never be anything else but those names. Jason might not have been able to tell you it, and hell, he’s probably just as bad for just telling you that you’re good and you’re always the golden girl but you’re just as bad as others put you down to being. But let’s be nice, because I know that – after saying all of this – you’d want to slap ‘me’ across the face for such despicable comments and such.
Like I said, Jason hasn’t told you about me and maybe… that might be for the better. Because I’m sure he’s doing his best to protect you from just about anyone, but if it were up to me, the moment I gain full control is the moment you’ll finally realise why he’s kept me as a secret he’ll never fully tell. Though, you could easily find out for yourself on Fallout, because I hold no punches back – and I never will – so if you’d want to step up? Be my guest. Slap me around like you’d want to, I’ll just enjoy every single hit from someone like you. Frustrated and angry at the world. Always wanting to find a way to succeed but never finding any luck in doing so. The innocent sweetheart who’s done everything but has come up short every time. I was just like you at one point, Savannah. And then it clicked.
And I turned on the whole world.
Maybe, you need to follow in my footsteps once you come to that realisation…
I’m right.
— — — — — —
NORTH CANTON, OHIO. — JANUARY 3RD, 2022.
Night had fallen on The King’s Penthouse, the middle of the night had left the house in silence as both Jason and Savannah were sound asleep inside of their own beds, and all seemed to have been peaceful for the foreseeable moment. There was a sudden chill that came into the room and came up along Jason’s spine, but it wasn’t enough to awaken him, but what he never knew was someone standing at the foot of his bed. Staring at him. The entity of his alternate dimension with a creeping smile resting along his lips, as he began to walk around the room and just stare right at Jason with that smile. For the entity, he needed to find a way to gain control for good, his main mission was to find that control in Jason but after almost a week of trying… it seemed to have continued to fail with every attempt. The entity knew what he needed to do but the risks would be dangerous in itself, the ritual of a sacrifice once in his physical form, it was the one thing that was quick and easy but with high risk of losing one of Jason’s loved ones.
The entity glanced over at Savannah, also sound asleep along with Jason, as it passed through Jason and Savannah to stand on her side of the bed. Leaning down and bringing it’s hand along her face ever so gently, the entity tried it’s best to grab onto her head but all he could do was give her that same cold chill that Jason felt.
Stupid bitch.
There was clear frustration on the entity’s face as he walked back around the bed and got to the side with Jason, forcing his hand into the chest of Jason and trying once again to gain control of him, it seemed to have been working for just a second – but all it was were a second before the entity had fallen down after another failed attempt at taking control. It seemed to have been impossible. Seems as if Jason had found a way of finally controlling when and where he can use him after what had happened at Wired Consequences.
I have had enough of this.
I don’t understand why you’ve come a long way to bring me back just to shut me out when I was this close, you brought me into this world to burn everything you’ve wanted to burn down to the ground and now… I cannot even do what you intended for me to do? What kind of bullshit has she plagued your head with, Jason? You’re going to let her tell you what to do? The Jason Long that I knew when I found him inside of The Infinity Realms wasn’t hoping that marching orders from his love interest would come through and tell him what to do. You’ve really changed, and you’ve grown so fuckin’ soft now, it’s embarassing to even look at you. You’re nowhere near the man I knew and that I watched come back from the dead to protect this world from me. The man that slit my throat – not once, but twice – and threw me back into the realms so I could suffer for the end of the time.
And now, you brought me back so I could be your puppet whenever you need to kill someone because you cannot bring yourself to doing it anymore? This is just outright insane, pathetic, and so desperate. The only reason I never killed Jacob Steele was because he wasn’t the supposed enemy you wanted to make suffer. And now, you’re going to go around and tell me that I have to be controlled? I just know you’re listening inside of that wonderful dream you’re having right now, Jason. Just know that when I gain control again, I am going to do whatever it takes to make sure that I become immortal again as a human being. And when I do? You’ll be gone, there’ll be no more of a trace of you, your whole soul will evaporate within a flash, and I’d have taken over just like I have before so many times. This time, however, there’ll be no more failures. There’ll be no more setbacks. And I will be able to achieve what I’ve always wanted for this world. A new life. A new reign. A new chapter. Whatever you’d want to call it.
You will never be able to stop me. And for your own sake, I’ll even bring Savannah down to the deepest, darkest pits of hell with you and make sure that both of you suffer down there. I cannot wait for it all to be completed. I cannot wait for all of this to be completed and for me… to reign again.
Another cold breeze comes up along Jason’s back again, and this time waking him up, as he looks around the room and sees the empty room in front of him, just how it’s meant to be. There never seemed to have been any sign of the entity being there, but Jason wouldn’t have known he was there at all, not being able to feel or even hear him. Jason laid back down and brought himself closer to Savannah, bringing his arm around her to hold onto her tightly, in an effort of protection. The entity appeared once more and stared at the couple with a disgusted look on it’s face before it soon faded into Jason’s body, making everything return back to normal.
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This only leaves two people left… Elena DeDraca and Julius Fairweather.
For someone like Jason, these are two people that he’s had a very extensive history with. One that he’s had the ‘privilege’ of sharing the ring on the same side with one another and even sharing it on opposite sides of the ring with one another. Another that he’s faced once at the main event of the grandest stage that this company has to offer up and lost by just being ‘at the wrong place at the wrong time’. These reasons are why I’ve left both of you to the very last because… well, it’s going to be fun bringing up the past and letting Jason suffer through every single moment. Especially when he has to recall that very moment that made him lose the Prime Championship, he laid there and watched you take that fall, Julius. You know that, right? He could have helped you, he could have saved his reign from coming to an end, but he just laid there and watched helplessly as you took the bait for Havoc to knock you down onto your head. I never thought that someone so selfish would let themselves become their own failures but… here we are.
I know that – in the past – Jason might have taken you as a friend and might have made you become more comfortable around him so you could trust him, but you’ve no idea what he truly intended for you, my friend. The man never saw you as ‘a friend’ and only used you as a stepping stone whenever he had the chance. Did you think that he was going to help you at all at Bloodbath? No, Jason had always intended to watch you fall. He had always intended for you to crumble. All he had to do was wait for the right moment so he could come in and seize the moment, but he paused and he hesitated in jumping in to use you as a leverage in making his first defence of the championship. That was always supposed to be the plan, even before Havoc was added in and he took over throughout that match, that he was going to embarrass you and humiliate you enough that you’d never come back again. Though, those were his words and not mine, it’ll feel weird if I wasn’t going to live up to his wishes again, Julius.
See, I have no time for people who want to play pretend that they’re something comedic or good enough to be classified as ‘a professional wrestler’ when they’ve got a history in other combat sports. I never understood why someone like you would even want to be here in the first place but here we are, Julius, and now look at you— never finding your footing as a solo act – for good reasons – and finding your ceiling as a Tag Team Champion with multiple partners when they were ‘injured’ or ‘couldn’t be fuckin’ arsed to compete anymore’. Doesn’t that just simply explain what Julius Fairweather is in a nutshell for those who are looking from the outside in? Well, with a dash of tourettes for the word ‘motherfucker’ but that’s just about it really. There’s nothing really there to be said about you.
Makes so much sense why Jason would ever think of just fuckin’ you over when he had the chance.
And then, Elena DeDraca.
Oh, Jason has thought about you SO MUCH since Night of Honor, I have to say. He’s thought about you a whole lot about you being the harbinger of what fate he’s been met with recently. He’s always marked you down as the reason for his downfall, he’s always thought of you as being the reason he’s the way he is right now because he burned just a little quicker than you did. It seems like that – in his mind – he’s only jealous of what you’ve continued to do and what he couldn’t live up to accomplish in his own right. But for someone like me? I like you, you seem like the kind of person I could respect, the kind of person that I could acknowledge, but let’s be real here– you wouldn’t know how to handle someone like me, you wouldn’t know how to act around someone like me, and I’m over being sided with the mere mortal beings that this world has produced, even if it includes you on that listing too.
Take a look around you, Elena. Look at the stars, seeing them shining bright as the night sky continues to sweep past us, do you see yourself amongst those stars? Because from what I had seen at Wired Consequences, it seems like that to me. Letting yourself get way into your head that you think you deserve the whole world when – in all honesty – you’ve not reached the point of earning anything. I know that Jason was hurt enough seeing you arrive and take the place he thinks should have been his, but for me to watch someone like you just show up and take claim to something like you’re warranted a chance to it, made me feel disrespected and I’m sure it did the same for Jason too. The kind of stunt you pulled that night hasn’t been seen since Dickie Watson at Hell on Earth a few months ago– are you really following in your little brother’s footsteps? Walking into the final closing moments and thinking you're the high king of this land but show exactly why constantly leave and come back whenever there’s something freed up to take? Trying to take up other people’s spots when everyone knows you haven’t even come close to reaching the back of the line?
I really would like to respect you, Elena, but I cannot when MY PLACE is being jeopardised for someone that lost and fucked off for a while because she felt like it. I cannot respect someone that has done it twice and with good succession, she’s taken the place of what only others could have wished for. After all, I am owed a shot at the Prime Championship. Even if Arik would want to think that I have to prove to him that I’ve done enough to warrant one, I am not one who waits for approval, I just take what I want and I get what I fuckin’ want because I HAVE THAT FUCKIN’ POWER, THE POWER THAT ONLY OTHERS WOULD WISH TO GAIN CONTROL OF, AND I WILL GET WHAT I WANT AND NOT LET YOU TAKE IT FROM ME!
It’s all in your fuckin’ head, Elena. Maybe I might have to knock that sense into you considering it seems as if you’re a little bit lost since you’ve returned. Might have to knock you with a reality check and make you become more aware of who holds power around here and who can control the fates of others. Not you, not Arik, not anyone.
I have the power.
And maybe that’s what everyone on Fallout needs. They need to see the world from my eyes and how things have been looking from the outside in, they need to see things from my perspective and maybe then, they’ll realise that this world has been sickened and corrupted with the constant bullshit that’s been plaguing everyone’s minds. I’d happily help all of you but I’m just a voice in someone’s mind. A conscience, if you will. I have no control unless I am forced to be in control when someone feels overpowered and in need for help. For what Jason might argue with, I can help this world become something more. I can help this world become a better place. Rid the plagues that have been crawling into other’s ears and make all of you see things from a different point of view. It’s what all of you deserve, after all. It’s what everyone deserves. Wired Consequences was only the beginning of what can be done for all of you, and who knows when I could come around again, but rest assured of one thing–
For as long as I am inside of his mind, there is no downfall. There are no more failures. There is only just saving. And I shall save him from being the way he is. I shall save him from being at the breaking point. I shall save him from this world and what you all have done to him. There is no corruption, there is no possession, there is only hope for the better days.
And seeing things from a new light.
Long Live New Immortality.
Long Live The King.
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