“Let's Kill Tonight.” — Fallout XIX.
Jan 18, 2022 22:00:40 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Jan 18, 2022 22:00:40 GMT -5
| LET’S KILL TONIGHT. |
FALLOUT XIX - BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS.
vs HAVOC, BILLY BENNETT, SYNDICATE, CASANOVA ENGLISH, AND ANGELO CAITO.
IF I RETREAT
WORDS, WARS, AND SYMPHONIES
MAKE ROOM- WE'RE TAKING OVER HERE
YOU'RE THE GALANTINE
COLD AND ALONE — IT SUITS YOU WELL
WON'T FIND ME PERCHING HERE AGAIN
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FALLOUT XIX - BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS.
vs HAVOC, BILLY BENNETT, SYNDICATE, CASANOVA ENGLISH, AND ANGELO CAITO.
IF I RETREAT
WORDS, WARS, AND SYMPHONIES
MAKE ROOM- WE'RE TAKING OVER HERE
YOU'RE THE GALANTINE
COLD AND ALONE — IT SUITS YOU WELL
WON'T FIND ME PERCHING HERE AGAIN
— —
NORTH CANTON, OHIO. — JANUARY 18TH, 2022.
[ • REC; on camera ]
[ • REC; on camera ]
The feed had opened up just like it has had so many times before in the past– but something was just… off. For once, there’s no light around The King’s Penthouse and everything was in complete darkness. The only thing seen was the silhouette of someone sitting in a chair with the window looking out to the city skyline being the background for us. The silence within the room is almost deafening, the figure is moving around his head - like he’s rolling his neck, cracking it in the process - before looking into the direction of the camera recording him. Still, the silence continued– but that feeling of being stared at, of being watched, was getting stronger as it began to zoom in a little bit closer to the figure… And then a little bit more closer… and then–
And then we heard it.
The entity.
It was almost like a light-hearted chuckle at first, but that chuckle soon broke out into a full-blown laugh, and the more it continued– the more psychotic it began to sound. The entity continued to laugh for another couple of moments before beginning to calm down a little and finally finding relaxation once again. A bright light switched on and almost blinded the entity’s eyes as he glanced away for only a second but it’s focus was brought back to the camera, and it’s condition seemed to have been more clearer than expected, being tied down into the armchair that he rests in.
The bright white eyes kept glancing around the room it’s in, surveying his surroundings, as it let out a sigh, shaking it’s head ever-so-slightly, and letting out a couple of tuts to the way it’s strapped down into the chair. There’s a glance over to somewhere behind the camera, assuming to be staring at someone behind the camera, and giving off that casual half-smile that we’ve all come to know very well of being on Jason’s face.
It’s focused back to the camera– it began to speak.
“Honor.
It’s in the name of where we’ve all come around to compete against one another and in the hopes of finding ourselves to be worthy enough to continue on and march forth in the battle of this major cataclysmic fallout that you see before your own eyes every single week in and week out. It’s become our way of life and how we’ve all come to do even the most basic of tasks. People want to hold onto their own honor and people would love to keep their honor for as long as they can– because, let’s be legitimate for a second here, people without honor feel lost within themselves and people without honor have no hope of living in a world like the one we live in right now, am I right? If you walk along these streets without honor, you feel as if you have nothing to lose and feel like you have nothing else to gain apart from what you’ve already achieved. People without honor are weak, people without honor have zero hope of surviving, and - between me and you - I saved someone who had no honor left in him.
You might not have thought it but I had come around and saved a man from the deep, darkened hole that he continued to constantly bury himself into– and once I was able to pull himself out of that hole? I asked him what was the matter, what was the meaning of what he was doing, what was he trying to accomplish. The answer he had given me that fateful night? The words that were implanted into my head knowing that he was on the verge of achieving his goal? It was simple– but it was sad to even hear.
Reaching heaven for the sake of trying to bring someone back.
For any of you that are aware of me, or even acknowledge my existence, know that I am not a forgiving man, and nor am I the kind of man to give second chances in moments of pleading for something to make them continue on with their lives. You’ve all become aware that I am not a pleasant man that decides if people deserve these chances because my first motive would be to instigate. But I gave this man a chance. One more chance. Because inside of his eyes, he was hungry– but he couldn’t fight for himself. This man had run out of honor and was on the verge of putting an end to things quickly before I made him find that honor, I made him find that passion he once had, and I made him hungry– power-hungry. I thought that he’d never find the day to use it– but once he did? He became too power-hungry and he was ready to continue on the streak he had.
That man had a motive to kill.
And I was willing to grant his wishes– so long as the power would not be used for his own death.
There were no ill-intentions of giving my powers to someone for the sake of giving it to them, if anything, they’re very aware of who I am and what I have control over– I was just willing to give them a hand in a hard time like this because there are days when people have lost their honor– and, at one point before, I was one of those men. I lost control and I became unstable. I know what it means to be at the brink of putting an end to things in the hope that it’ll all be better without me around. But I was given the second chance, I remember my second chance very well– and seeing that man sit there with nothing left to give to the world? I remembered how I had gotten to be the man you see before you today.”
The moment of silence that followed was led with a smile, hell– a silent chuckle from the entity. If anyone had known what power he had given this man he was describing, it would have been him, and that power? It was dangerous. Though, it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to understand exactly who the entity was speaking of. The man that he has possession of right now.
Jason Long.
And if there was anything that Jason knew– it was how powerful that entity was and what kind of powers that he had possessed for himself. Jason knew exactly what powers the entity had control of too, he knew exactly what he could have achieved with those powers in his play– but there was just something that the entity wasn’t telling, the slight grin of it’s lips seemed too good to be true. Almost like it was a ruse to play it out that it was the entity that helped him out in a time of need. Not the way of Jason opting to be a last resort against his sworn enemies here on Fallout.
“And giving him that power? It’s made him become something to have been feared. It’s made him become something that’s respected. The examples are there and you could watch them back over and over again, just so you’d all understand what this brand new version of Jason Long is like. This is a man with very little fear inside of him and knowing some of the opponents that he’s had to face within the past couple of months, there’s been a few that he’s had to think about and contemplate if he could even stand up against them considering how intimidating that they’ve shown themselves in being. How pathetic would it have been for someone that’s calling himself a ‘King’ would’ve been knowing that he’s fearing the worst when going against his opponents instead of being his cocky, egotistical, full-of-himself persona that everyone’s become so grown tired of.
Are others going to tell me differently that you’d rather see the old Jason Long still kickin’ instead of what you see before you right now? Powerful, immortal, and invincible in every sense of the fuckin’ word? Are you willing to tell me that you’d rather have the old Jason who was weakened and without a left cause in this world– on the verge of putting an end to his own life because of the voices in his head telling him to do so? Or are any of you going to accept that the old Jason is dead for good and he’s never ever coming back to save all of you? The latter choices always seem to be the more legitimate because– there’s no telling when he’d be coming back.
The man has been trying for the past twenty-four hours to gain control of me and use it for his own good instead of letting me be my own self and letting me cause the chaos that should be ensued onto everyone. This is his wish, after all, you know? When I saw the hunger in his eyes that night, I knew there was blood he was wanting to shed– and now, knowing his true inner motives, I know exactly who he’s been hungry for and it only feels right that I have to fulfill his wish.
Feed his hunger.
Let him devour into those that he’s been bloodthirsty for.
But the problem with that hunger, that bloodthirst, that motive to kill– are the ones who have to stand beside him and try to take his place. Five others are willing to do what Jason would be seeking in this situation that we’re in right now to do.
Winning.
Gaining.
Achieving.
If there’s anything that he’d love to do right now in the situation that he’s in right now? It would be to achieve something, there are four championships held up for grabs right now and even the briefcase that he came seconds from achieving only a few months ago if it weren’t for some pest named Jacob Steele. But things like that are beside the point that I’m trying to make here because– these five others are also looking to do the same. Some of them have been some of the new talents that have arrived here in Project: Honor, some of them are close friends of Jason’s, and even some who have become… acquaintances with The King.
Though, none of you are really reaching out for a motive much like what Jason has. You see, for someone like me, the championships are placeholders– they’re tertiary compared to the likes of accomplishing the goal set out on those ahead and victory over everyone. Do you think someone like me would care that much about a championship as much as the next person in this match? Would you think someone like me would see value in something that these lots wear around their waist and show off whenever they can– there’s no true value to them. And if you’re a champion, to which - granted - four of them are on the opposite side. It’s the same thing really. You step up to a camera, you tell them that you’re the champion, and you tell them that the title isn’t going anywhere. The basics are all there lined up for you and all of you fall for the same constantly abused cliche like the next person.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…
None of you hold any value– except for one.”
The smile that grew on the entity’s face got larger by the second, it was almost smiling like a cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. The entity knew exactly who it had it’s eye on from the very second of ever knowing about them, knowing that difference between the rest of them… and him specifically.
“Those five– we’ll save them for later. But for the likes of Alyssa Grace, Henry Lee Hyde, Mr Wright, Ozymandias, and Elena DeDraca… you might like to think that inside of Jason’s mind- he feels content with having an army behind him now and five others who would be hellbent on burning down everything that is True Society’s supremacy over this brand but for someone like me– there is no teamwork, there is no leadership, there is no team at all. After all, I have to coincide with the goals of myself and the goals of Jason Long.
An achiever and a mercenary.
As much as I would love to disagree with the choice of achieving anything in this sort of match, I have to respect his somewhat wishes when they’re given to me, knowing that I am not someone who is willing to share the spotlight and neither is Jason. For the four of you, that’ll be just as difficult as you might have expected it to have been. I know that the likes of Elena DeDraca are somehow trying to find a way to keep scratching her way back up to the top as if she’s not been given the constant spotlight and attention she’s been deserving every time she shows up on a Fallout show. Though, I was more taken back by your sudden change of tone when face-to-face with Jason rather than when you’re just speaking to a camera like I am. Telling him that he’s resilient on learning from his own mistakes but when face to face with the man, you want to form alliances as if that wasn’t a mistake he had to learn off of for fuckin’ years– being the lackey to others whilst the rest did all of the hard work.
Always trying to play the mind games with him, aren’t you, Elena? The problem was the poor bastard fuckin’ fell for your tricks and now he’s just somebody and Elena DeDraca, isn’t he? At least, to your eyes, he might as well be. That’s the problem though, you’re always about the mind games and getting into other people’s heads– letting them hear what they want to hear and when you have them in your grasp? You take something from them. You’ve already taken his honor that fateful night and only two weeks ago– he was finally able to grasp back onto it again. It’s already bad enough that someone like Elena DeDraca is handed everything like she’s god’s gift to this whole fuckin’ world but what makes you… you? This is a deity to human, Elena, I ask what makes you… you? The venomous tongue of yours? The sharp-witted words you stun people with? There’s something about you that just makes you… you, but I just can’t figure it out.
Ah, yes.
The hype– or overhype, to put it simply.”
The eye roll was sudden, almost unnoticeable to even the camera as the entity had glanced over to the right before turning it’s focus back towards the camera.
“Never really understood it, especially after what happened a few weeks ago… I thought Jason told me that you were good, I thought he told me that you were talented enough to take on a whole army of people– and yet, you couldn’t even handle the carnage of what came along just a few weeks ago? Maybe it’s just me overthinking it. Maybe you’ve still got some rust to shake off– but the more I hear from you and what others would like to think about you– I always expected yourself to be the perfectionist rather than someone who’d fall at the last hurdle and try to pick themselves back up by doing something big that’ll get the attention on them again. Case in point? Unbreakable Resolution II.
There she was, Elena DeDraca– hogging up all of the spotlights once again because the attention-seeking bitch needed it when she couldn’t be the star of the show. To make matters worse, all you did was just show up during a match and raise another man’s hand for all the hard work he did– before laying down a dropkick of your own.
Is this the perfectionist all of you kept talking about? That is who you’ve all been alluding to as this great person who’s extremely fuckin’ talented? Two straight pay-per-views in a row and she’s the one who’s always had the last laugh? All of you must have been absolutely braindead or continue to hype her up in the hopes that one day she’ll bend all of you over her knee and spank you all. Disgusting mortal freaks. Have you no respect for yourselves? Passing things on like Elena DeDraca being one of the best things that have ever happened to this company is one of the biggest bald-faced lies ever muttered out of someone’s mouth. Rinse and repeat every single week with Elena DeDraca and all of you are glued in and acknowledging her as some god in your eyes.
She can’t stand for herself.
She can’t stand to let others be given her spot.
She can’t stand to let others be their own person and try to talk down to others as if they’re below her.
Do you think that I am someone for you to talk down to, Elena? Do you think that I’d let someone like you just talk down to me– or even Jason– as if he couldn’t beat you senseless with our hands tied behind our backs? You’ve grown an army of mindless idiots who’ll follow you around and praise you– giving you a major god complex to stand upon with the rest of HYDRA– but you’re barely able to even look down without being scared of the fall because I just know deep down inside of you– you’re afraid of the fall because you’re afraid of being overrun by anyone. Pettiness, egotistical, standing upon her own god complex–
You’re a disgrace to just about anything that this match is trying to prove. You want to wipe out True Society but what fuckin’ guts do you have it in you to do it? What fuckin’ guts do you have it in you to even wipe out one– let alone all six of them. You’ve been speaking nothing but empty promises with nothing to prove within those ‘venomous words’ of yours.
And if you’re thinking of even coming close to gaining anything past Noble– maybe even Ascension– then you’re pushing past the ceiling that’s been made for yourself, Elena. Some of the others might have been shaken up by the fact that you’re who you are but not me–
I don’t believe in anything that comes out of your mouth.
It’s nothing but bullshit.”
The entity takes a deep breath, shaking it’s head from side to side for just a moment, before re-adjusting it’s head position back to where it was beforehand. Staring directly ahead as those piercing white eyes look upward into the lens. There’s a thought that rests deep inside of the entity’s mind– but it resists the temptation of speaking any further.
After all, there were nine others to speak ill about, why would it want to waste it’s breath on one?
“But I cannot mention one without the other in such hogging the spotlight moment, can I?
The man that they call Ozymandias. The man that was able to claim himself the Project: Honor Legacy Championship. The man that was able to put to rest the insufferable pest that was Syndicate. There’s a whole lot that could really be said about a man like you, Ozymandias. You’ve come along here and played into the role of the indestructible monster that you are and you’ve played into it well considering that these weak mortals are even willing to believe that you have the kind of power and strength capable of destroying just about anything in your path.
But you’re not all that now, are you? You’ve come from simple times, you’ve come from days where you just lived your life in the peaceful home of Oslo, Norway. You used to be more of a simple man back then but– something changed you, didn’t it? Maybe there’s a bit of a connection with your allegiance to the cult of Cthulhu– and truthfully, you remind me a whole lot about Druscilla White and Robi Sorrenson. Two ‘norse vikings’ thought to themselves of adapting this religion into their wrestling personas and making themselves feel a little bit more special when all they’ve achieved is the same as the lesser-knowns.
You’re no cultist. You’re not even a rebirth of Cthulhu himself. You’re just a man behind the mask and a name, hiding what is a weakened shell of an insecure man trying to run from the past because he found a darker– but yet, brighter future for himself.
Baldur Magnusson.
Whatever happened to you, my friend? This whole phony side of you just seems out of place with the rest of these fake human beings– a man like you, Baldur, would’ve been great on the frontlines with me if it were really Cthulhu speaking with you.
A man like you would’ve fit well into my army within the wars but here we were and left a weaker version of Cthulhu on my world as well– so weak, in fact, that I stared right into its soul and I ripped it’s heart out from it’s chest. Cthulhu died because of me... in my world, Baldur– and yet, you expect me to believe that someone like you changed it’s ways because he was following in the footsteps of what that entity tells you inside of that ill-minded brain of yours?
You’re weak.
You’re only a host.
And you expected to believe whatever it had told you as if it’d find someone to try and sacrifice– just to be rebirthed back onto land and to cause great chaos– as a professional wrestler… Your tales of Cthulhu have truly shown me why this entity isn’t so feared as he once was in my world. After all, you’d expect me to be feared by someone who went by the name of Axel Steele?
You’d expect me to believe that someone by the name of ‘Ozymandias’ – to which, it is nothing more than an ancient pharaoh of your pasts – would be the rebirthed Cthulhu after all? All of this bullshit that you’ve been trying so hard to lure others into believing, Ozymandias, it’s nothing more than false narratives created by a man who fell into a deep, darkened hole– an abyss, if you’d like to call it– and created this narrative that he was the entity that many thought for so long was a myth?
All of this is just ridiculous to even believe.”
A pause.
“But for anyone else watching this tape back– they never would really care for how many broken connections there are to you, no, they’d rather make me talk about the fact that you’re the longest reigning champion ever to have stepped through the halls of Project: Honor by seven whole days. They’d rather make me speak about the fact that you now hold the Project: Honor Legacy Championship – a championship that is not even defended in this match, but many are willing to think that I'd care to the champion himself being on my team – and they'd rather make me want to talk about how powerful of a force you are to be reckoned with after all this time you've spent crushing through the competition.
People are willing to forget– or are very willing to not acknowledge– the fact that I've only been shown once in combat and in that one match of mine, I've shown more fear to others than someone like Ozymandias has. I have shown more power than Ozymandias has. People are very willing to forget that in one match I have made more of an impact than whatever Ozymandias chooses to believe he has the power within the past year that he has been here in Project: Honor.
You need to come to the realization of something, Ozymandias-
I could break you, without ever breaking a single fuckin' law.
Come to think of it, the same goes for everyone really. I could break any of them without ever breaking the law and that's a scary thought to be putting onto people now, isn't it? Because here's the thing, I could kill you over and over again if I really wanted to and nobody could ever stop me in just bringing them back to life as if nothing had ever happened to them. Not a single trace of death would be found- and you'd cannot bring me to court for it either. You'd think the mad bastard would've found a loophole in his lies and deceit that he's pushing onto others thinking that he's from another dimension-
It's just the fact that you're not willing to believe in everything until it happens to you. And I'm not a man who's willing to just give in to the desires of others wanting to push out a force to be reckoned with when there's no true reason for it to be happening at all. You'd rather see the energy be wasted on some mindless self-indulge idiots rather than those who deserve it more and more as the days go by. Ozymandias, I know that deep down inside you're probably thinking to yourself about how you'd like to cause 'the puny, little mere mortal Jason Long' and his 'daydreamt persona of a wild entity from another supposed dimension' into our own deep pit of despair and torture.
That's not how it goes, Ozymandias. Your emptied threats of such and trying to play pretend that you're an evil entity looking to make sure that the harm of others is done in ruthless, violent acts. Until people can finally realize that the man that they've been staring at this whole time has been nothing more but a false sense of hope that he's found at the bottom of the fuckin' ocean with the rest of these tales of Cthulhu.
You, Ozymandias, are no entity. You're a fake, a fraud, and you simply disgust me."
The thought of one entity to another trying to fight for pride, for honor, for glory- it all brought back memories of the past that this entity tried to block out, the years that it had spent trying to fight those on other dimensions for the sake of becoming etched into the history books as a myth. The dark days of it's life were nothing more than wars trembling through the Infinity Realm because it wanted to bring it's namesake across the entirety of the realms.
The moment of silence that came along after was something peaceful for the entity to enjoy. The entity soaked in that silence as much as it could, letting it become the time for it's peace to be brought back and let all of the dark memories roaming clearly in it's head fade away and become obsolete once again. It's eyes closed for only a second, those bright piercing white eyes weren't glaring off of the lens and it allowed the camera to gain focus once again before it opened it's eyes back up and glared out of the shot- but there was something different about him- there was no glow to his eyes, it was the real Jason in the flesh and he looks- or even feels- defeated in the battle happening inside of his mind right now.
Within a blink of an eye, the entity had taken control again. A creeping smile began to grow along it's lips.
"I remember my time throughout the years of being the supposed 'sociopathic criminal of war' that many have come to know in other dimensions that we've always had one quote to go by for our enemies– Those who do not seem like a threat are our biggest threats to date.
And the questions that'd come with that quote were in the masses, plenty of them have always wondered what it meant, but they soon found out on the battlefield and their deaths came in vain. The biggest of threats are the ones that keep things to themselves or seem like the least worrying of threats. And I bring this up, from my time in the wars of Earth IV– because that quote reminded me of how I see you, Mister Wright. That's how I've been watching you in the hopes that if our paths cross– my eye would have to be kept on you at all times because there are many things to go by with you, Wright. You seem like a false-purity trigger happy man just waiting for the day to let your gunfire and take down everyone.
The faux idea of you being this children’s television presenter and trying to teach the ways of letting children become brainwashed with your ideas, your motives, or even your words– quite the sickening, but yet, fascinating idea to be honest with you. I already get the feeling that deep within your twisted mind is a man seeking validation and trying to find a way for people to give him what he needs– the hopes of many, and shockingly for you, that would be the innocent minds of children. Seems a little bit suspect, as they’d say, wouldn’t you think?
Though, I’d never put my faith into a man whose goal is to teach children his own way–
But I’d never count him out quite yet.
You’re someone I’ve seen stand around and inflict much pain onto those you’ve come into close contact with. It's what makes me believe that you're something more that you're willing to give off. There's something that you're just not telling us legitimately, there's something that you're not willing to speak about and that's what might make you dangerous. The way things are with you, Wright? You do remind me a whole lot like Jason. Always confident he's doing things the right way, always making sure that everyone sees him for the greater good than the evil he truly is deep inside.
He tried to block me out, he tried his best to hide me but yet– I'm right here. In the flesh. And he's continuing to fight and make sure I am forgotten but he knows he's too weak at the moment to even fight back. That's where his biggest mistake laid–
Yours?
You're already in a vulnerable state because you're fighting demons. I just know you are. There's something I can just feel from deep inside that's fighting and scratching to get out. To be set free. Mister Wright, you've outdone yourself enough but the more you fight– the more it'll continue to make everything of yours a weakness.
And a weakness? It's all I need to shatter the fragile ego of a child's hopeless role model."
There was a chuckle that came from the entity, almost beginning to be laughing.
"Henry Lee Hyde.
A very roughened man already off of the bat, something that I could very easily respect- not afraid to even get his hands bloodied, especially on camera. And considering from what I've seen- this is a man who's just as fed up with the bullshit cultists as anyone else is. Of course, there's going to be someone that just wants to rid the world of this sport with the insane bullshit that's happening on a daily basis, isn't there? There's always going to be one of them. So really, I'm glad we're all finding ourselves with the typical stereotypes in the team. Henry, the rebel, let's put things clear for you to understand-
The hell do you have that's even somewhat remotely interesting about you? What is there in this world that makes you this thing that people need to fear, what makes you someone that I should have a somewhat remote interest in? All I could ever see is that you're a man who's not afraid to get into a tussle with someone and you're clearly not afraid to get your hands bloodied. I mean- that's just about any other fighter that there is on this 'brand', right? The place is filled to the brim with people who aren't scared of anyone or anything. Though you're new and you're still trying to adjust- did you just expect to be given a pass because you've still to fit in? I wonder what might have stopped that from happening for you, Henry… is it because you're just the generic stereotype of 'fighter went rogue, wants to stop evil things by himself in his own manner' with a few extra dashes of bloodied bare-knuckle brawler?
If I wanted a brawler on the team that I could trust, Henry. I'd look elsewhere. Because the sincere generic feel that you bring to the table is not what I'm looking for in soldiers of war, I'm sure you'll stand around and tell us all about how you'll punch your way through everyone in the hopes of capturing a championship.
But, in all honesty, you deserve nothing.
In a team of hopefuls, Henry, you don't come close to standing out at all and that's just the harsh truth you've got to live with- I'm not looking for fighters, I'm seeking rogue mercenaries looking to make sure True Society is put to a permanent end. The name of Henry Lee Hyde will be soon forgotten for being the man that proved to be too little to stand inside of the ring with fierce killers, too little to be even standing in the same presence as some of those he shares a team with, and you'll be too little to even walk out with anything in your hands but the shame that you brought onto yourself because you couldn't get the job done right. I don't need that. I don't need disgraces on this team- hell, even just as a person, you're unwanted.
Worthless. Pathetic. Undeserving of even being in the spot you're in right now when that could have easily been given to just about anyone else that's on the Fallout roster. You're no different than the rest and hell, you'll happily fall in line with the rest of them as well. I'll make sure you know your place. I'll make fuckin' sure of it."
The entity cracked a smile along it's face, shaking it's head from side to side- taking a moment to reconcile everything before moving on to the final person of it's supposed team. A woman that Jason has become close friends with over the last year or two. One that Jason has a lot of good history with, and one that Jason would never ever want to put into harm's way- Alyssa Grace. The entity cracks it's neck- but just like before, Jason tries to fight back, fighting a whole lot stronger than he did the first time. The entity- or even Jason- is shaking violently in the chair, letting out a loud roar as his eyes become normal again.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEA-AAAAAAAAH!"
Just like before, the blink of an eye was enough for the entity to take control.
"YOU'RE NOT TAKING CONTROL HERE… I AM!"
Jason begins to stomp his foot down onto the floor, going again and again, but that last gasp of control wasn't enough and the entity had taken control once again. The entity leaned back in the chair and almost looked defeated, almost like it nearly lost the fight for control. A few deep breaths later and he was adjusted back into the chair, hanging his head low and covering his face with the long hair on it's head. A few moments pass by before the entity lifts it's head up to stare right into the camera's direction.
Through the hair were those bright eyes of theirs, just staring with a glare of death, before it flicked the hair back and behind just like it was beforehand. That creeping smile grew larger and larger than it ever had before as he just stared up.
"And that leaves only you, Alyssa.
The shining star of Omega Wrestling Alliance, the girl who could do no wrong, the Omega Heavyweight Champion herself- how does it feel to be standing at the top of that mountain, Alyssa? How does one feel knowing that the whole world is truly in their hands? How does one feel knowing that everything that they've fought for throughout their lives and their careers has all led to a moment like this? I'm sure you're no stranger to the dangers that are the likes of me- after all, you're in Omega Wrestling Alliance where there's demons, gods, entities just like me- I should be no different than those you've either heard of or even seen with your very own eyes. I shouldn't be any different than the ones you've encountered and experienced in your time. You've been the hero of Odyssey throughout the past year or more- and now, you'd want to make sure you'll repeat that same success you had there over here, where I have full reign over everything?
I'm sure Jason wouldn't have minded that at all- he thinks very highly of you, this mind of his is always thinking about you, and hell, sometimes he even thinks of you more than he ever has thought of Savannah. Taking a deep dive inside of his memories, he wasn't even thinking about you being just a close friend at a certain period of time, you know? At a time, he thought of you being something more than just that- but you chose Finnegan so you did, and it felt like a piece of him broke a little.
For a hero to not see what he was trying to allude to all that time ago, you could've saved him sooner than later. He could've been sitting here right now without the need to be tied down so he can gain control of his own body but you never saw him being the fitting man- how shameful. Hell, I'm not even trying to hurt you with words, Alyssa. The crossfire goes in many different ways. From Jason, to Savannah, to you- I just find it hilarious that Jason would be so protective of you and try his best to make sure that you're safe more than he cares for his fiance to be safe after she got hit with a brick two weeks ago. What makes you special in his eyes that he doesn't even see in Savannah?
Oh yeah, that's right.
I took immediate control then.
Her attack and the lack of anyone saving her was because of me."
It began to laugh and shook it's head a little.
"But the more that I look at you, Alyssa, the more it becomes clearer that you're just like the rest. There's nothing special about you, there's nothing unique like you, but people seem to get so hyped up by seeing you or even being in your presence. It's almost like how Elena DeDraca was during her first run as the Legacy Champion- and she began to make a fall, and continued, even if she desperately bounced back over and over again. Your tenure here in Project: Honor isn't much to go by- considering you've had a Noble Championship match and failed to capture the championship then. This treatment you've constantly received could only be described as having things handed to you considering you're the wrestling sweetheart that people would go to bat to protect against anyone.
I find it amusing, but at the same time, I find it quite disgusting and saddening.
Do you expect others to care if you're this or that, Alyssa? Do you expect for others to care if you've got days on this or that reign you've had, expect them to care for how many defenses you've made, or even expect them to care for how many people you've beaten or just who exactly you've beaten? You're nothing, absolutely nothing, but the hype that people who knew you from OWA gave you when you got here- and now? You cannot even live up to all of that hype that people gave you, you can't give up to the many great things that people commended you for when you were elsewhere, and all you can be from here on out is a true overhyped tale of disappointment. You wouldn't truly understand that until death is staring right back at you and asking to take your hand so he could bring you to the afterlife- much like how Finn should have taken the walk during Dimensional Warfare.
This isn't the kind of place for people like you, Alyssa, and I think you need to come to that realization much sooner than later- because the more that you'll sit around and wait for days to tick down until you can finally have that breakout moment here in Project: Honor? You'll become nothing. A shadow reflected onto the wall. An illusion of what should have been there but could never really fill in the void she set herself out to fit in. I might not be your precious Jason Long that you see as a good friend- but I sure as hell can tell you that if you come for me, and you come to try and slap the taste out of my mouth for the blatant disrespect you've been given, then I'll have no problem beating the fuckin' shit out of you and putting you down whilst I try to accomplish the goal set out.
There's nothing- and there's nobody- that can stop me from putting you in place. You don't belong here, and that's not me telling you to be safe- That's me giving you a warning. Step into my path, cross my line, and you can end up just like Jacob Steele did. You can end up just like how my partner did in my world. You can end up just like how my own fuckin' child did in my world. And you can end up just like Jason's mother did over a year ago.
Step in my way and you'll meet God within an instant.
I don't just guarantee it, Alyssa. I promise it."
There's a moment of silence that followed after the entity had spoken, but soon after a while, that common trademark half-smile of Jason appeared. It's tongue soon slipped out of it's mouth and began to lick at it's lips, even biting down onto it's bottom lip, before leaning back in comfort- finding itself in a relaxed state.
"The truth is that honor has not been found in any of you worries me the most- and whilst I might not be able to find the same honor that I had given Jason for a second chance at life, it doesn't mean you all have some form of it deep inside of your veins. All I could ever want is a squadron of ruthless bastards looking to kill, maim, and slaughter much like how I plan to be- and if I cannot have that on my team, then why should I work with them? It's so simple, it's so easy to just think about it, because there are no second chances left for True Society after what is to come on Thursday night. People would want to make sure that True Society ends but never wants to go down the route of by any means necessary and that's what makes us weaker in comparison.
I know fuckin' well that some of you have fallen down the path of 'FUCK TRUE SOCIETY' but would never go out of their way to make their lives a living fuckin' hell as I intend. Interrupting a match doesn't count to it unless you've gone out of their way to wipe them out one by fuckin' one. Think about it for a second, they're already a member down. We have-
No.
I have the numbers advantage against them.
All you need to do is step out of my way, and let me finish what Jason had started all those months ago, because without Jason- this would've never have happened. None of this would've blown out of proportion like it has. You're all the contributors to this tale. Jason was a poet, and True Society is his poetry of a wicked world that comes to life. I must put an end to it before it grows more by the numbers. I must do what Jason has asked me to do. I must put down True Society one by one and make sure that all they are left with is the insecurity of wondering if they can trust themselves more than they can trust what Arik Holt whispers in their ears.
So please… let's kill tonight…
-and bring in a new immortality to power.
I insist."
Cut to black.
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MAY YOUR FEET SERVE YOU WELL
AND THE REST BE SENT TO HELL
WHERE THEY ALWAYS HAVE BELONGED
COLD HEARTS BREW COLDER SONGS
FATE WILL PLAY US OUT
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MAY YOUR FEET SERVE YOU WELL
AND THE REST BE SENT TO HELL
WHERE THEY ALWAYS HAVE BELONGED
COLD HEARTS BREW COLDER SONGS
FATE WILL PLAY US OUT
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NORTH CANTON, OHIO. — JANUARY 20TH, 2022.
[ • REC; on camera ]
[ • REC; on camera ]
A simple jump cut, no fade in or anything like that.
The feed doesn't start off just like the first time, there's no darkness or anything like that, no figure hiding it's facial features or even close to it, but the sun shining through the window and reflecting onto Jason Long- or even, the entity itself- as he rests there for his third straight day in the chair and strapped down into it. The sound of deep heavy breathing is heard from Jason as he keeps his head hanging low and his hair hanging over his face, almost as if it was covering it up for some reason.
"I… am weak."
His voice sounds a tad bit raspy, almost struggling to even speak. Though, just after, the voice of the entity echoed through the home. It's laugh was heard at first, like a reaction to what Jason had just said, and even physically you could even see he was laughing- like the entity had taken control for only a moment.
"You're goddamn right you're weak… you're not the same as I remembered you being… maybe you've no idea what truly has control over you and what powers I am capable of achieving like you once did. You could easily just give up, Jason, and let me take control of you. You don't need this body, you don't need yourself to live anymore, you've done it all- I need to accomplish the goal that you stopped me from even beginning over a year ago."
A pause.
"I can't… let you win."
Another pause, but this time- Jason twitched for a moment.
"Admit it, you cannot win. You're not able to stand up for yourself- let alone for others, Jason. The quicker you give me full control and full capability, then the job can be quickly done and I shall let you live your life painlessly, and live your life to the fullest… of course, right after I do what needs to be done for my own sake."
Another twitch from Jason.
"You're not… you're not getting full control… I won't fuckin' allow it."
The final twitch from Jason made him feel as if he was pushed back, his head lifted back up like a jolt went through his body, and his hair no longer covered his face- but one thing was clear and that was those brightened white eyes of the entity. It took it's time to gain focus on what had just happened- even though it wasn't sure what went wrong or even what was done right- but for the time being? The entity had control.
It had full control.
All that the entity could do was to smile, grinning from ear to ear as it became more accustomed to it's new vessel- a host for it's own control, all by himself, and no interruptions. It seemed to have just become relaxed in it's new body. Taking in a deep breath and soaking in the air that surrounded him. This felt different, it felt new- and it felt real to them. There was no way that the entity could have found a way to break free from the shackles that Jason implemented onto it, would it have? Even still, the entity wanted to be free from it's prison. After tugging upward with his left arm, the strap that held the entity down by the wrists finally broke and was finally one arm free from the point of being held down. The entity carefully played around with the strap of the right arm until finally pulling it off with the force still trying to adjust with this body and being in full control.
Finally, for the first time in three days, 'Jason' had found himself out of the chair he was strapped down to. It began to even stare down at the chair and look at the broken armrests from where the straps were placed down onto, before picking up the large chair with one arm and slamming it down with such force that it shattered upon impact. The entity had made it seem so easy, not even breaking a single sweat for how large such a chair was and how it managed to pick it up with one hand.
The camera managed to stay in it's place and watched all the carnage unfold inside of the penthouse home. As the entity continued to walk around the home, stretching it's legs after being stuck down for so long, it's focus was finally put onto the camera that had been recording for hours on end- walking over towards it and adjusting it upward so it was directed to it's eye-level. The entity smiled as it brought the camera to point towards it's face, backing up for just a moment and even coming to a distance before turning it's back onto it, looking out through the window and seeing the sun shining in the far distance.
A deep breath is taken. Silence filled the room- before it began to speak.
"Loyalty.
It's such a strong feeling, a powerful feeling at that too, and even having that feeling of loyalty can make even the worst of men feel so powerful- feel so strong- and makes them become a monster, a machine, a creation unlike any other that has ever been seen. That feeling of loyalty goes both ways at times too, having loyalty to others, and it makes teams- friendships- or even relationships become that little bit stronger. The more that's there? The more that people keep the feeling getting stronger and stronger, it's why that saying is true. There's strength in numbers. The higher the number, the stronger they get- and that is why True Society has been stronger as the weeks have come by. That's why they've gotten stronger and stronger until the point of people being unable to fight them all off. And it's only recently that they've begun to show some weakness. It's only recently that the numbers have become less and less- because they find the supposed weakness in their team and knock them out. There seemed to be no in-between on the spectrum of strong and weak. And now? How many of them are left? Five? Six? Maybe? Nobody knows because those numbers could get bigger by the next show- or they could become even less.
Seven remaining members are around as of right now, five of them in the main event and with two elsewhere. The numbers are drawing shorter and shorter, and the numbers game seems to be growing progressively in our favor, and that does put a smile on my face. The recent exit of Valkyrie for making racist remarks to others seems to have been True Society's biggest weakness- though, I would be very quick to assume that they've no problem with that at all. They might think of it like that but again- I remind you that there are five of them and six of us on the opposite side of the ring.
Sure, they have the power to control what rules are being made- but let's make things crystal clear here, there is no hope for True Society as these numbers continue to shorten and all of their loyalty becomes weaker and weaker as the minute progresses. It's what happened to Jason. A man who always had found himself at the side of just about anyone and hoped for nothing but greatness with them- but when the numbers were always against him, he'd always fall short. He'd always fall behind and he'd always find himself at a weakened point in his life with no fight left to continue. I've watched this man fight for his life against everyone and this man has gone against so many but would always find a way to come up short with the number's game.
And what made things worse for him?
He couldn't find loyalty in himself.
It's what kept knocking him down for so long, it's what kept knocking him down almost every single week after Night of Honor, because he couldn't find the belief in himself anymore to keep himself on his feet, fighting to the very end and keep that strength going- without that loyalty, he wouldn't have taken on the whole of the roster in a Battle Royal at one point. Without that loyalty, he wouldn't have taken down both Savannah Sunshine and Kayla Richards in one go. Without that loyalty to give him strength, he wouldn't have made it to the final two of the purge before letting it all slip away by Jacob Steele. He's a one-man army that's kept himself standing at every hurdle that's knocked him down- but he just couldn't keep going. He was falling behind. Ready to leave it all behind and ready to give up with everything that was there left with him.
Once I had come into his life again with the honor that I had the power to possess, I gave him the loyalty to stand up by himself and continue to march through just about anyone. The loyalty that I had given him was enough for him to let go of those that were holding him back -- ala Savannah Sunshine -- and give him the thought process he needs that the strongest team is the one where nobody can creep up behind you and put a knife into your back. An army of one. And although I must bring him into this war with others by his side, he does not care for those that are with him. Jason does not care for HYDRA and their newest accusations into the cult. Jason does not care for the close friends that he's made along the way in life. Jason does not care for the two new hopefuls that have so much to prove and so much to accomplish in such a short amount of time. The knife can be lunged into his back as much as it can be but those hoping to do so are not aware of how many wounds that back has taken in it's time. Those who do not know Jason well enough are not accustomed to the knife wounds in his back and how many he's taken throughout the years. Both mentally and physically.
And hell- he's done just as much lunging a knife into someone's back as he has had it done to him.
So, a team of five dysfunctional misfits looking to control the chaos around here? Against a lone psychotic anti-christ from another dimension that's willing to harm, maim, and kill in order to survive and put an end to the order that's been overpowering him? Truthfully, none of you are even aware of what's about to come to you and that should be the reason that fear runs through your bones. You might have seen it happen to someone like Jacob Steele, you might have seen a peek of it during 'Reach For The Stars', but none of you are even rightfully prepared for that power being put onto yourselves. The power of honor, loyalty, and bloodlust- all of that rolled up into one."
After a second, 'Jason' reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes that was left in there from when he got strapped down into the chair. The entity pulled out the single cigarette left inside of the box and the lighter that came with it but soon opted to throw the lighter away and just snapped it's fingers, a bright flame shot out from it's fingers before disappearing as soon as it appeared. That creeping smile grew onto it's lips as it took a deep inhale of the cigarette, flicking the ashes down onto the floor below, and then pulling the cigarette out of it's mouth and letting it rest between it's fingers.
"So tell me, where does your loyalty lie now? What mindless games does Arik Holt like to play with all of you to keep you in line, and what makes any of you tick-- after all, it's one fall to a finish for these championships, I'm sure some of you are already looking to take the higher prize and keep it to themselves rather than just letting yourselves be kept with the same prizes that y'all walked in with, right? I'm sure someone like Angelo Caito is eyeing up a prize like the vacated Ascension Championship. I'm sure someone like Syndicate is eyeing up a prize like the Prime Championship, hell, maybe Billy Bennett is already looking into that prize too. Casanova English isn't even on this brand so having the briefcase might be his prize for the future. And Havoc? Well, he's the one with the biggest prize on the line. All eyes are on him after all. I'm sure that The Nightmare King is looking to make sure that the prize that he won from Jason all those months ago will still be in his hands at the end of the night.
True Society was meant to be something together, but for the first time in a very long time, there seems to be a crossfire. Eyes are on individual prizes that aren't already theirs. People are going to be fighting for something that maybe they're going to have to fight for. And I think something like that would be very pleasing to watch because- after all-you’re all a team together. For someone like me? I'm just an individual amongst other individuals. True Society is all about helping one another, are any of you going to be able to contain themselves when the friendly fire is first struck?
Is ANYONE in True Society worth trusting? That's a question that all of you have to ask yourselves."
The question is left to be answered as the silence filled the room once again, the entity finally had turned around to face the camera and just like before- his brightened white glowing eyes were on display- no hiding them this time around, it was very much clear who was speaking- as if it wasn't noticeable beforehand.
"Take someone like Casanova English for example, a man that's been known for being the leader to many and a leader to those that he brings into his fight club, not seems to be someone that'll take the orders of another man now, would he? I found it quite interesting when I found him to be at the side of True Society because I thought he'd be the recruiter and not the recruited. But, it seems the whispers of Arik Holt can get into the heads of just about anyone- and by the looks of it, those whispers seem to always follow the mentally-ill minded men and women of this brand. Casanova English has been through a rough childhood after all, and he's probably seen things with his own eyes that not many would have ever wished to even see with their own eyes. He's probably experienced in torturing others for his own pleasure, after all, he's been inside of the 'murderhaus' and has put his body through the extremities that Eddie Murder sought pleasure in before he disappeared and never seemed to have come back. Wiping every single existence of the violence off of the face of the earth. That part of Casanova's life changed him, I believe- or sometime before it, something ticked him off to seek pleasure in violence and torture- which I'm sure Arik Holt saw with dollar signs popping out of his eyes.
The man has made a living off of beating up everyone and anyone in his wake on Proving Ground and that cannot be faulted, he's the current Warrior Rising Champion and it doesn't seem like anyone is going to be taking that title off of him anytime soon. Though, all you need to do is just look at what has been Casanova English lately. See the cracks beginning to form in a man as he's handed something for the first time that he'll never ever want to accept. That first pinfall loss, that breaks a man when he went on for so long without ever having to take one. And considering the kind of man that he is, I already know that someone like Arik Holt barking orders to take the X-Factor Championship away from MYOJIN was enough for him to lose focus, and now? That loss is eating him up from the inside. I already know the mentally insane are always overthinking and making their mind becomes filled with thoughts that become a plague to their existence. Casanova English is one crack away from twisting True Society on it's fuckin' head and trying to overtake the whole thing by himself.
Talk to me, Casanova. Are you feeling weak because not being the leader is eating you up on the inside? I know someone like you is just hungry for power and you're becoming weaker and weaker because that hunger is growing more and more and it's becoming uncontrollable. I know that deep inside your head that you're thinking that nobody can be on the same level as you- a grand leader of anything and it's making you tick that Arik Holt is constantly giving you orders. I know you're not someone that receives orders, you give them. So what are you doing here? Other than being the man that has to bite down on the bullet that's being fired into the chest of those beside you. Heard so much about you being the leader of many, heard so much about how you've helped others and changed them for the better, but now, you're only a pawn on someone's chessboard. Is that how you've chosen to go out? On your back, because someone fuckin' told you to?
You're better than that, Casanova- and you know that.
And I already know that someone like you is violent - very violent - man, and I definitely know that you'll love to make me suffer so much, but you know so very little about me and those cracks are simply going to get much larger when they tell you to target me and you cannot even break me down physically. You're a fighter, I understand, but I'm a warmonger and I've been through many different wars in my time. I've seen, and experienced violence, in a way that you could never even imagine. What has your violence proven to anyone, Casanova? Nothing, you've proven nothing, you stand nowhere in this war because you have done fuckin' nothing worth a shit about. Unless you'd like to talk about the fact that your father was found dead all of a sudden and there were claims of you being the reason for his death. Though you could tell me that it was cleared up, Casanova. There are still investigations happening right now and your name continues to be brought up.
It's as easy as that to just dive into your past and find out that both your parents were found dead and both times, you've become the reason for their deaths. I'm sure you're not all right in the head but how does that feel knowing that you've killed one and you led one to her untimely death because you bought her the house that she used to overdose on a constant basis, Casanova? And guess what, Casanova? Neither of them mattered. Their deaths mean nothing to anyone. Their deaths came at the value of nothing to what you are. So you can be your cult leader to whoever, bring violence onto anyone that you might see fit for the job, and you can go ahead and defend your title week after week on Proving Ground against John Blade of all the fuckin' people in the world-- it does not make you stronger than anyone else. You're a joke. You're an upcoming flop that Arik Holt is waiting patiently to kick the bucket on. And in a match like this?
You have no fuckin' hill to die on, but you sure have a grave you'll be buried six feet into."
That last comment left a smile on the entity's face as it began to bite down onto his tongue, trying to hold back from speaking even more than it already has considering it knows it has more to talk about than just the one man. The entity brought the cigarette back up to it's lips and took another deep inhale of it, blowing the smoke out through it's lips as he exhaled and blowing away all of the smoke with an exhale through the nose.
"As for a man like Syndicate, he's also to be put into the pile of men who have no hill to die on but are willing to keep talking and continue to speak as if they've got something to live by- and although you're nothing more than a lackey, Syndicate- I found it quite amusing that someone like you -- and of your level, or even the one that you seem to associate yourself with -- is able to make the biggest mistake that any other Legacy Champion has done and fuck up on their first defense. Nobody has ever been able to make that happen, Elena never made that happen- but you did and now you sit there with nothing wrapped around your waist, the karma that came from you taking the time to mock Jason for being able to win the Legacy Championship when he didn't have finally caught up with yourself and now, you've held no value. A man that constantly lies and is their own favorite hypocrite isn't someone that I am willing to trust but you've kept your place- for now, at least. I wonder, what'll be the excuse that you'll pull out this time, Syndicate? That you should have won but they were just lucky? The same excuse for when I beat you before Night of Honor?
Maybe it's because you just weren't ready for someone of their size, their speed- you get what I mean, but is that the excuse you'll come up with. Anything to make sure that the man that was once calling himself 'God' isn't looking weaker by the minute. Hell, that assistant of yours didn't want to speak for you because he was too ashamed of how you were. If someone else that speaks for you won't open their mouths to defend you, then you truly have shown the biggest kind of weakness and that is a disappointment. The man that calls himself a syndicate -- which means a group of individuals or organizations combined to promote a common interest, to which none of that ever associates with someone like you -- has proven time and time again that you've become nothing more than a disappointment over and over again. It's all coming back onto you again, that you've fallen down the same rabbit hole that led you into this dark path in the first place, and it's making everyone feel so disappointed in you.
Tell me, Sydney… Do you have no shame for yourself?
Because it seems like Syndicate has no shame for themselves and would rather keep things quiet whenever they take a heavy loss on themselves, they'd rather take it out on themselves rather than just standing back up and picking themselves up off of the ground, and it got you nowhere before in the past- so what makes this day more different than the rest, Syndicate? You've been silent since Unbreakable Resolution and you've been quiet since the 'big silver' that you once had in your hands has been taken on you. Someone is too afraid to admit defeat- such a pathetic way of defining their own weaknesses, isn't it? Jason was like that as well, he'd kept it to himself but deep inside it was eating him up. I know you'll be the same way, Sydney, but is that the way you want to go about your business? Is that truly the way you want to fight in this battle? No longer the Legacy Champion after dictating your way into being given a shot at the championship, is that the way you want to represent yourself as the champion-- by only having won against the enhancements and being handed wins like The Purge? Is that how your reign as Legacy Champion will be remembered?
Speaking of The Purge- the briefcase that you hold onto. The only thing that you have left for yourself with the Legacy Championship being out of the picture and I know you'll try to fight tooth and nail to make sure that's kept in your hands but let's be real here, Sydney- I think that you'll be the only one that'll probably put that on a top priority because- whilst there are championships at the helm and all that's needed is a pinfall to be the holder of those championships. Do you know what that briefcase gets you? It'll get you absolutely nowhere. Mark Hunter held onto that briefcase until he cashed it in against Dickie Watson and won. He had to fight for the championship still even after holding onto it. It's not a hotshot to be a champion whenever you might feel like it. You'll still have to fight for it, remember? I know that if I were the one holding onto that briefcase, I'd fuckin' chuck it for a championship that I just need one pinfall to win. You'd love to be the champion once again, wouldn't you? You'd love to keep asserting dominance against Jason, wouldn't you? Because you seem to have found pleasure in that, you disgusting fuck.
Well, tell me how you find dominance in a championship reign where you proved nothing- you gained nothing- and you showed nothing to make yourself look like a true champion whereas Jason went out of his way to fight on both brands, brought Elena to a limit where she wasn't able to survive in, and Jason has died and come back to life to make sure that his championship reign was protected. There's a difference between a real champion and a fake champion that can't prove shit. It doesn't come down to you holding a bigger prize than the Prime Championship- it comes down to being the better champion. To which, you are not. And when you put all the pieces together- you still haven't pinned Jason whereas he pinned you. So where do you stand against him now? Spent too long trying to prove you're better but failed in doing so- where does your loyalty lie now? Admit that you done fuck all, and you've gained fuck all compared to someone like Jason because you won't be the first 'God' he's made a fool out of.
And if I can get my hands on you? Then you, my friend, are not going to love what comes your way. There are times where you should have kept that fuckin' mouth shut, boy- and now you sit here on your ass saddened, defeated, and in peril of your place on your team being up in jeopardy. You did that to yourself, not me. Not Jason. Not anyone. Nobody. You did it to yourself. So, go ahead and hold that fuckin' loss, 'God'.
It's about time Icarus came down crashing from being too close to the sun."
The sound of tutting came from the lips of the entity, shaking it's head from side to side with disgust at how it felt about someone like Syndicate- but he wasn't the first of those that love to talk and never seem to shut up. Though, if there was anyone that loved the sound of their voice, it was the entity themselves- but even they knew when to keep their mouth shut and also knew how to back them up. The entity brought it's focus back onto the camera, a creeping smile resting along it's face.
"Oh, Angelo Caito. How I have waited for this day to come for us both.
The Brick Shithouse-- don't take that name, it's already in use by someone else. The man with a true connection with the devil himself, claiming that everything that he does? Was all because the devil told him to do it. His words, not mine. And someone with quite an interesting past, don't we agree? Someone that has been known for fighting against the authority figures in any company and always going down the path of never listening to them and doing things your own way. Hell, you've made a living of being a vigilante. You've made a living with your career of being someone who never listens to anyone and never takes direct orders. And I find it quite amusing that you're someone that thinks like that, I find it quite amusing that your motives are doing the absolute opposite of what anyone ever tells you- and to see yourself now aligning with True Society makes me wonder if you're just a massive lying hypocrite or you said to hell with what made you popular with your career and let the General Manager - the man in charge - whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
Never found you to be someone that's somewhat interesting really either, you look like a forty-five-year-old father with some sixteen-year-old child somewhere that you're needing to look cool for so you can have their validation of you being their father. Pretending to be a devil worshipper and for what? Are you even doing the right things of what it means to be a devil worshiper? Are you making sacrifices to your lord in the hopes that he'll be pleased with your offerings? This whole 'devil made me do it' malarkey that you're portraying for yourself and say every single time- have you become so mentally fucking ill that you think you’re a new satan or something? Maybe you've taken one too many knocks on the head that you've become mentally handicapped and think that the devil is speaking to you in your head. I just don't understand why Lucifer himself would waste their time on someone like you-- a forty-year-old man that speaks like an adolescent child with poorly put grammar.
Let's be real here, my focus on you - as the first champion defending their title that I'm mentioning - is nowhere near anything else that I've put my thought onto. If you'll expect anyone to take for granted a title like the Gatekeeper Championship? Then, you'll be in luck. Your ceiling will be kept and you'll reign as it's champion for however long you might have it before some weakened mere mortal being like… Maybe John Blade or someone like Bianca McBride… They could be some challenging combatants for you to deal with. Hell, maybe even the child of Kit Darling would put up a better fight than you could ever have. Your importance in this match is nothing compared to anyone else. Casanova English has a better reason to be here than you. Valkyrie had a better reason to be here than you have right now and she's been fired from the company for being a racist to black people. The only thing you're here for is just more filler so it seems fleshed out, you're the fallen man for people like Havoc, or Billy Bennett, or even Syndicate and his shitty joke of a briefcase in a situation like this-
You wasted all this time being the man who took no shit from people higher up than you, you wasted your whole career making a fuckin' living out of things like this and making yourself be known for those exact reasons alone just to be wasted by being the bum of the whole entire group. You sacrificed the things that made you who you are so you can listen to Arik Holt make you take lead and watch you burn against people like me. You're not able to hold a candle against anyone else, Angelo. How do you think you'll last in a match like this? Do you think the Ascension Championship is a good replacement? Are you thinking that the Noble Championship is something you'll fit into? Or do you really believe that your ceiling is just as high as where the Prime Championship is right now?
Because you're under all of those, you're a fuckin' joke, Angelo.
And until that clicks into your head, you'll always be seen as the joke- BECAUSE I HAVE LOOKED RIGHT INTO THE DEVIL'S EYES BEFORE AND I LAUGHED IN THAT BASTARD'S FACE AND TOLD HIM HE DOES NOT SCARE ME, I MADE THE DEVIL HIMSELF FEAR ME AND THAT SHOULD PUT THE FEAR OF GOD INSIDE OF YOU, ANGELO!
Do you think I fear you? Do you think I fear what the devil tells you to do? In this world, I AM your devil and I am your savior. I am who you listen to. I'm the voice you'll hear forever inside of your head. And for your own punishment, I am going to make that mentally-ill mind of yours be torn to shreds with my voice and tell you to harm yourself more than others. Take the brick to your head, right in that soft spot in the back of your head, and make sure you slam down hard onto it with the corner of the brick. If the devil was able to tell you to do things before, you'll survive with ease and he'll bring you back to life. And when the damage has been done to you, and people find your lifeless body in some cheap hotel bathroom- blood from where you've struck is pouring down your head and into the drain and is splattered all over the walls. Leave them a note.
Tell 'em the devil made you do it."
The clenched-up fist of the entity came close to slamming through the window that it had stepped closer to, but it was able to stop it before it connected with the glass, dropping the cigarette onto the wooden floorboards below it's feet. The entity used it's shoe to stomp out the cigarette and put it out, crushing it and twisting it's foot down onto the burning cigarette. The entity moved closer to the camera and walked out of the shot before bringing himself back in and dragging along a chair that they place right in front of where the camera rests, of course- it begins to adjust the camera once again and takes a few steps back to sit down in the chair, looking directly into the lens of the camera and began to shake it's right leg, bringing it's hands closer to it's mouth before taking them down and beginning to speak once more.
"Now, Billy- I've waited all this time to finally meet you, to finally see the unhinged girl that Arik Holt brought in and took under his wing like you were a pet project of his, and to finally be able to speak about you… I have one thing to tell you. All of this shit that Jason had told me about you? I don't see where he's coming from. I don't see where he's buying any of it. I don't see what all the fuss is about him being terrified about you- a poor man's hillbilly from the swamplands of Florida and someone more so traumatized by the fact that your father was killed in an accident caused by an alligator, makes me wonder if all of these talks I've been hearing about you was worth it in the end.
You're able to get into people's heads mentally, even if you think you have no clue how to do so--
You'd rather rely on mind games being your only source of income.
I'm not impressed by the fact that you're the Noble Champion at all- if anything, that championship has been passed around more times than Savannah Sunshine was through the past five years. I'm not impressed by any of that at all. I'm not impressed that the only thing you had going for yourself as being able to sign your fuckin' name on a sheet of paper and get yourself a place that'll be in better living conditions than the swampland. No, none of that at all- even putting fear into Jason Long isn't something I'm impressed by. There's nothing that you've done that's even remotely interesting to me at all. Being this supposed pet project of Arik Holt's, I was expecting something more. I was expecting something remotely more interesting than just being a young woman with childhood trauma that's gotten to her head and needs to seek professional help but that's exactly what you are, isn't it?
Everything that you are is right there on the tin, isn't it? And to think you're doing all of this to get all of that past trauma off of your mind, even finding yourself to be in the crosshairs of the Promised Land Playhouse's sights, and trying to get into their heads with your very modest and very calculated words that you just know how to use-- would you believe, Billy, that your father is proud of you? Would you believe that he's up there in the clouds with a smile on his face and seeing his little girl is the star of the show that came from out of nowhere? I could tell you myself, he's up there smiling down on you. Hell, I've even gone back to my world- into my own dimension for the first time in a long time- and I went to that same swamp where you were born and raised in. I met your father. I met the man himself that you've been so traumatized by his death- and I shook his hand and asked about an accident.
He told me of a young daughter that he had, that died because she was swallowed whole by a rogue alligator that she wasn't aware of behind her until it was too late, her name was the same as yours. Billy Bennett. I might be different than Jason- and maybe you might not like Jason as much as anyone else. But I could bring you to your father, Billy. The Infinity Realms are always open for anyone wanting to see a relative that was taken too soon on them. I'll take you there, I'll take you to that same swamp, I'll take you to see your father--
And how I skinned and maimed the cunt alive.
And the same for your brothers, same said for your own mother, same said for them all on that plot of land. I'll take you there to see their skinned corpses left hanging from the trees that surrounded the home and I'll let you see your very fuckin' disappointed father one more time so you can give the man a true goodbye. For all of the mental games you've played on just about anyone, let's see how well you're able to take it and how well you'll react to it. I just know I have your blood fuckin' boiling right now, you're praying to the heavens to see if your father is really disappointed with you and he's never going to give you an answer. He's never going to tell you no because he's too disappointed with you to even answer.
And your poor sweet innocent mother, how she screamed for mercy when your brothers took a hit and your father's skin was being ripped from his back by my own bare hands. She begged, she pleaded, she demanded- but she knew it was too late. Billy, I left her for last. I left her to watch and observe. I could have taken her head to here but I feel like that would've been too much, don't you think? That might have been too much for you to handle and I wouldn’t want to piss off the unhinged little girl who couldn’t save her father now, could I? Maybe with all of this information, you’d find out to not cross off the wrong person- because, it’s just as easy to sting you like it is for you to sting others.
And I do hope you heed my warning, Billy. That if you ever make a single attempt at what you pulled on Jason before? I won’t come for your family in another dimension, I’ll come for them right here in your world. And I will make sure the same thing happens to them- and all of it will be your fault for not being able to keep your fucking mouth shut. Are we fuckin' clear on that?
Good.”
A deep inhale through the nose came after, the entity chose to keep himself calm in his soft-spoken tone of voice and it- it was almost creepy to even hear, the tension within the room grew as the death stare from the entity was strong, but the glow in the eyes soon faded away. The eyes were back to normal as if Jason was able to stare right at the camera with that same glare the entity had given it only a moment ago.
But from the tone in his voice as he spoke?
It became clear the entity had become more powerful than imagined.
"Havoc, my dearest friend. It's been so long, don't you agree? It's been way too long since we've last met and I have to say- you've been doing so well for yourself now, haven't you? Been doing very well for yourself and here you are, defending the Prime Championship and getting far with the title- trying to do the things that I just haven't been able to achieve with it. Must have been amazing to sit back at Wired Consequences and be given the easiest win of your life against the likes of Druscilla White and Julius Fairweather, it must have been amazing to be able to be given one of the easiest title defenses that the Prime Championship has ever seen in it's life. And what could have been for both of us, Havoc- it could have been me and you facing off at that point. How things could have so easily been and yet- all of it was taken away so I could fight some minuscule brat named Jacob Steele.
And now we're set on a collision course, we're dead set ready to clash once again- but there's a difference now, isn't there? See, it's always been the thing of you overpowering me with how powerful the entity of Havoc is, Christopher. And with how I've been these past few weeks, things have changed and with two entities clashing with one another? Looks like it's going to be a battle of seeing whose demons are stronger, yours or mine. Whilst you sit there and you parade around that you still have the advantage over me- over Jason Long- you haven't come into contact with what I have become and that's something that I just know you're keeping a close eye on. Whilst you've been watching and waiting for the moment that I'd introduce you to the demon I've been holding back on for so long- I feel as if there's something you might need to know.
When there wasn't any Havoc resting inside of my mind, and I was under the control of Abholos- there was a small bit of his essence left inside of me that kept my bitterness intact and it's always been in there. It's always resting inside of my mind and I did everything I could to get rid of it and nothing worked. But when I merged the body of the entity from The Infinity Realms with the essence of what's left of Abholos- the merger became too powerful, and now? The entity has become stronger than what it has become. It's not becoming something from another dimension looking to corrupt this world just like he did with his, he's becoming something just like what Abholos was- and those two together is something that I could never come to comprehend.
Chris- Shit… Havoc… You need to stay the fuck away from me.
He's coming to kill you. He's coming to put an end to you. You need to stop it before it becomes too powerful for--"
Just like what had been seen before, a jolt rushed through Jason's body and it pushed him back. Loud grunting is heard from Jason as he lowered his head and stared back into the camera. The eyes soon became pure white, brightened, and the creeping smile from before grew larger and larger. The entity had come back to take control once again.
"That's some neat trick he's after adapting to…
Sorry, Havoc, seems like Jason's on a bit of a sabbatical right now, but I'm glad both of you have been able to catch up and talk for once. But between myself and you? Oh, we've only just begun, Havoc, isn't that right? For quite a while, even before Jason had put a permanent end to me over a year ago- my mind has always been admiring the powers that you've been able to control. I've always watched from a distance and just admired everything that you've done over there in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, I've always admired the power you've distilled onto everyone, and that's something that- well, I'm more so jealous and would wish to have something like that. But something always stood out to me, and that's you- Christopher Sabertooth. I know that you're in there and I know you're listening, you're always listening. Take a moment to think about your lovely darling in Hana Nakajima for me, will you? I know that with Havoc attached to you, it hurts you mentally and it hurts you physically because it's something that you cannot escape from. It's not something that you'd wish on anyone else, right?
Think about Hana. Think about her, Chris. You'd never want her to be caught up with the likes of Havoc, would you? You'd never want her to be put into the same pain and torture you were set out for years to suffer with. Whilst you've been doing things over here, she's becoming her own version of Havoc because the demon truly was never exercised- alas yourself. Would you really put someone like her -- your own wonderful fiance and someone you'll soon marry and spend the rest of your life with -- at the risk of becoming something you swore to destroy? Or is that something that you're willing to risk?
Because the Hana of my world became too over possessive of something else, it wasn't an entity- but a cult, a Japanese cult that she became too obsessive with, and in the end? Running a sharp blade along her arms, going for her throat and slicing almost the whole way around it, before stabbing herself into the heart. A blood sacrifice that this cult needed. And, for her in this world? I fear the worst is yet to come, she'll get to that stage and she'll become too over-possessive to the point where she cannot take anymore. And you, Chris, wouldn't be able to save her because Havoc continues to plague your mind- hell, you'll enjoy every second of it, won't you? That's what Havoc would've wanted, am I right? A worthy sacrifice to keep his spirit from dying. That's what Jacob Knight was for after all. Did you really think that he just disappeared and never looked to have come back? You're becoming too lost with what's around you, Chris. You don't even know what the demon inside of you is making you do.
And that is why I need to take it from you.
If you want to live freely, Chris. I need to take it from you. I need to take Havoc away from you and I need to put a stop to what this demon has been executing for some time now if you'd want your precious Hana to live to fight another day at least. This world is not prepared for both entities to exist in the same world. It's causing a temporal shift through the realms that I came from. You need to be killed, or you can give it up for your own good, the choice is very much yours. And when I take Havoc from you? I shall be taking the Prime Championship with me- because I will be making fuckin' sure -- for Jason's sake -- that the most prized possession here on Fallout is in the right hands once again. There's no need to be doubting it either, it has to be done or just about everyone dies trying to be someone they're not and everyone you love? All of them are going to fuckin' suffer from the rest.
Do you really think that the demon wants to be a pawn to the likes of Arik Holt? Havoc has taken control of many before your very eyes and he has become the leader of a cult- The Church of Havoc needs to collapse before it can take it's pent-up anger out on everyone in it's sights. I will be the one that ends it all for you. I will take the reins of the church and burn it all to the ground. You're getting weaker, Chris. You need someone who knows how to control it's power- and I will be the one who'll take that power.
If not?
Then, sadly, I will have to force it out of you- and in doing so, not only will Havoc die upon the source being taken.
But the body of Christopher Sabertooth will die- and it will soon perish to ashes."
The entity lowered it's head and began to chuckle, the hair covering the face as he was physically shaking from the silent laughter he was doing, but that silence was finally gaining a sound and the laughter was growing louder and louder.
"The permanent end to True Society is coming sooner than anyone had ever expected- and it's all because of me, all because of what I have caused tonight, and they're going to listen to every word I speak of. Just think of it like that, ladies and gentlemen, that the strongest group of Fallout are all ears for me and my words of wisdom. This permanent end to True Society comes at a cost though, because when one door closes? Another one opens. Truthfully speaking, I don't come here to talk to you all and mentally break all of you down so you could start riots and want my head on a silver platter, no… I want all of you to see things from a new light, from a brand new perspective. The deaths of the unwanted will come soon, but for all of you? I see better things in your futures where there are no leaders, there are no masters, there are just the equals.
And the equals are the strongest of men and women, they are the ones who carry on to immortality until the time is right for them to move on and let others take the helm of what will be a growing army. New Immortality will grow into something that'll change the world. Changing the future for everyone- one step at a time. And all of you are invited. You all need to see things from a new light, you need to see things from what I've seen, and when you do? You'll realize that Arik Holt was a conductor for all of you to fail- I would never ever want that to happen to any of you. All of you hold onto something that'll be used for the right reasons- not for someone's enjoyment of watching others fail. My plan is simple.
Override. Overtake. Overcome.
And bring new immortality to life.
True Society holds nothing but empty promises- all of you have achieved nothing with Arik Holt leading the charge and has led all of you down your own paths of despair and downfalls. Some of you might not have found that path yet- but you will. You'll soon find that path. And when I'm right, you'll thank me for being right and you'll apologize for not listening to me sooner than later. The true society that all of you spoke of in the beginning hasn't been achieved, the true society you've all been promised never came and never will come, and the true society that was shown to you has soon died- all hope was lost and Holt is taking you down a one-way street to your deaths.
This match- Golden Rules- that’ll be where some of you will find the downfalls that Holt has led you into. That’ll be where some of you will become weaker and will soon be seen by Holt as obsolete. I would never let that happen to any of you. But-- if you do come to attack, to pounce, to maim, or even to kill? All I could tell you is this. Expect the worst and hope for the best. Death won't come knocking… for now. But I will not hold any of my punches back. The test begins and all you'll need to survive me?
Is hope.
Long Live New Immortality.
Long Live The King."
That sinister smile of the entity was there and with the click of the fingers-
Cut to black.
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LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
KILL TONIGHT!
SHOW THEM ALL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPE
LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
KILL TONIGHT!
SHOW THEM ALL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPE
LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
KILL TONIGHT!
SHOW THEM ALL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPE
LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
KILL TONIGHT!
SHOW THEM ALL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPE
LET'S KILL TONIGHT!
