"Love The Way You Lie." — The Crowning II.
Feb 17, 2022 23:46:45 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Feb 17, 2022 23:46:45 GMT -5
|| LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE. ||
JASON LONG vs ALYSSA GRACE vs SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
“It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad, it's awful
I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"
I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength”
— — —
JASON LONG vs ALYSSA GRACE vs SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
“It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad, it's awful
I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"
I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength”
— — —
NORTH CANTON, OHIO. – MARCH 24TH, 2020.
The friendship – or relationship, in a more loosened term of the word – with Alyssa Grace has always been something that Jason Long has cherished close to his chest, more than he’s done for just about anyone else. The friendship started around the time of their first meeting back at Clash of the Titans within the Omega Wrestling Alliance, there was an instant connection upon the two first making contact as they spoke about Alyssa’s big moment of proving herself on that fateful night. Since then, the friendship grew larger and larger as one another got to know each other just a little bit more– and even through Alyssa’s darkest days, Jason was always there for her to keep an arm around her. There was always the common misconception of the two being in a relationship of some kind, the tweets from fans always kept the thought alive and hell, the message boards and reddit threads always kept that thought alive in many fan’s eyes. That common misconception was always shot down every single time the question came up to either of the two, no matter what. Though, this one night was about to change the perspective for Jason, and how he once saw a close friend of his. After months and months of just denying any chance of it happening, there was just this one moment in time that made him question if it was a possibility. The feelings, the emotions, that he had for Alyssa was soon going to change.
Whilst the night was young and the sun was only beginning to set over the horizon, still being able to provide some kind of sunlight through the windows, Jason had walked into the main portion of his home and looked over towards the windows– finding Alyssa standing there, looking out to the horizon and out towards the city skyline. Jason continued to watch her from a distance, placing down the bottle of water that he had in his hand and finding a seat for himself to take a seat in, smiling as he watched Alyssa just glisten in the sunlight. The redhead soon turned around and saw Jason staring right up at her, to which she smiled– hell, she even lightly giggled at it. Alyssa calmly stepped closer and closer to Jason, taking light steps before bringing herself right in front of where he was sitting, pulling along a footrest to take a seat on and look at the arm of Jason. Only a few days prior, he was involved in a match that put his whole forearm at risk of being permanently injured– having it crushed between a ring post and a chair, the foot of his opponent, and even a baseball bat. It was clear that – even days after the incident had taken place – he was still feeling the nerve damage done to the arm, keeping it close to his stomach and not making any brash moves with it.
“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Jason…” she softly spoke, trying to grab onto the injured arm of Jason to have a closer look at it. “...then again, at least you’ve not had it broken on you or anything like that, which is one good thing. But, still, there’s clearly some nerve damage which’ll have to be a trip to the hospital for you– even though I know you’re really hesitant on even going there for some reason.”
“Because I’ve never needed them for anything like this, ‘Lyssa. I’ll be fine in like a day or two, my arm will come back to normal before I enter any kind of ring again– and besides, why would I need them when I have someone like you to look after me?” The sly question left a smile resting along his face, and then soon left the smile resting along Alyssa’s face. “I get hurt like this a whole lot anyway and here I am, still kicking and still breathing perfectly fine. Only a few scratches here and there but other than that? I’m totally fine!”
“Then you come to the realisation that I can’t be here for you all of the time that you’re hurt– though, knowing you, I’m sure you’ll find a way to drag your ass all the way out from here to Ireland just so I could put a bandage on your finger because you cut it with a knife.” Alyssa gently brings the arm back down to where Jason had left it resting, making sure that he didn’t feel any pain as she did so. That same smile was still kept on her face from just moments ago. “But, hey… I like that about you. That’s why we’re close like that. That kind of friendship is something I never thought I’d have with someone and yet– here we are. Don’t think I’d have this kind of friendship with anyone but you, honestly.”
Though the tensed look in Jason’s eyes could tell her differently that he’s in constant pain, Jason is able to stand up from the seat and play it off that he’s in no pain whatsoever. As he was able to walk around and continue to pretend that there’s no pain going through his arm, Alyssa watched from where she sat. She was convinced that Jason tried to cover it up well – on his part of things – but she knew immediately it was all stubbornness. She’s known him for almost three months, she’s known how stubborn he can be and she’s no stranger to this kind of behaviour from Jason. She finds it quite amusing to be more precise. Always watching him act as tough as he always sounded but knowing deep down inside that he’s nothing more than a softhearted man who cares for himself less than he cares for others. It was the one thing she really loved about him. Jason lifted up his shirt and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the lashes that he had taken previously and seeing the bruising beginning to deflate a little, before pulling out his phone and beginning to play some soft kind of music to bring some sort of mood into the home– the slow beats of ‘Let It Happen’ by Tame Impala seemed to have been the perfect fit for a moment like this, glancing into the mirror and seeing Alyssa staring right back at him, to which, she quickly glances into another direction upon making eye contact with Jason in the mirror.
“Hope you’re having a good look there,” he calmly said. “I doubt it’s fun watching me flex my scars or anything like that– I feel like that kind of thing would turn you off of a stud like me, yeah?”
Alyssa could only scoff at the comment, standing up from the footrest and taking a few steps closer and closer to Jason– to which, she had a closer look to these scars and welts that he had along his body. She ran her fingers along those welts along his chest, only gently in the hope of not hurting him in any kind of manner. Though, there was just one second of her finger pressing into the welts too hard and it pushes Jason back a little, feeling the pain along it. Alyssa brought her hands up to her face in fear of the pain being too much for Jason to handle, but he simply shook it off and let out a large sigh. “–oh my god, are you okay? I’m– I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to press down on it hard like that!”
“I’m fine! I’m fine, there’s no need to worry–” he winces a little, bringing his hand over the welt.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to even try and just check on it? I’ll hold your hand at the hospital if that’s what it means to get it all checked out professionally, I can do that.” Jason glanced at Alyssa, still that wincing look in his eyes, before he turned back to look at his reflection in the mirror. “I’m just trying to do what’s best for you, Jason. You’re supposed to be medically cleared to wrestle soon again and I just… I just wanted what was best for you and that’s being in the best condition you could be in.”
Jason simply lowered his head, feeling a little bit disappointed in himself– he knows his stubbornness has brought him into this situation, thinking he could get back inside of the ring so soon after taking quite the injury that he did, and after trying his best to shake it all off and play pretend that he’s no longer hurt? There came that time of admitting the truth. He was still hurt. Trying to get back inside of the ring the previous night would have pushed the date back to when he was going to return. The plan was simple, return at Final Destination II– but even that seemed to have been up in the air as of this very moment.
“Maybe… yeah, maybe you were right.” he exclaimed. “I probably do need the help professionally to make sure I’m ready to go for then– though, that seems very unlikely as of right now judging by my condition at the present time. Kinda fuckin’ sucks really, I really wanted this to happen sooner rather than later and now I’ve fucked it all up for myself. Just casually fucked the whole timeline up for myself and now look at me, nerve-damaged arm and welts all over my body that ain’t healing anytime soon–”
He stops speaking upon feeling something along his hand, looking down to find Alyssa holding onto his good hand and slowly turning him around to make him face her. “You shouldn’t have to eat yourself up over it, these things happen and these things can be easily rectified. I have hope in you, Jason. You might have that bit of stubbornness about you but that’s what makes you kind of unique in a way. For better or for worse, you don’t let anything stop you from doing what you want.”
There wasn’t even a response at all from Jason, he just stared down at Alyssa– eyes making contact with one another and not breaking that eye contact at all, there was a feeling deep within his stomach that he just couldn’t make out for the life of him as he continued to stare right into the pupils of Alyssa. Though, soon enough, it all clicked in his mind. That feeling of falling for someone. That feeling of falling in love with someone when you least expected it– of course, he always knew there was a connection between the two ever since the beginning of their friendship, but this? This was a whole new feeling that he never thought of experiencing. The two’s eyes were locked in place, staring at one another, and it all… felt natural to them. It all felt real to them. This feeling didn’t come from just Jason, no, the two had that same feeling deep within their stomachs. The butterflies that filled their stomachs to the full were leaving them just not wanting to break eye contact between them. Alyssa’s lips seem to quiver as if she wants to speak, but even then, she can’t find the words to even exclaim how she’s feeling at this moment– and neither could Jason.
Using his damaged hand – and clearly feeling the pain rushing through his nervous system within his arm – Jason lifted up Alyssa’s head by the chin, the usage of his thumb helped make the movements seem so smooth as his hand was brought behind Alyssa’s head to which he gently held onto. There was a slight smile that came onto her face as the feeling was only getting larger the more that he continued, but soon enough, he had pulled her in closer and landed a kiss right onto her lips. There was a moment where Jason was looking to pull away from Alyssa– but she grabbed onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for some more before they could both eventually fall down onto the couch right beside them and continue from there.
“Such sweet innocence… true love at it’s finest, I must say.”
Though they never hear those whispers, or even seem to notice anyone else that’s currently in the home with them, the entity watched from the upstairs balcony as he watched the two lovers move out of sight from where he stood on the balcony to do whatever it was that they would do next. The entity could only shake his head in disgust, but keeping a wicked smile on his face knowing this newfound knowledge could only just back up his claims even more. This love was something that the entity couldn’t seem to unlock inside of the memories of Jason– maybe that was the something that he had hidden away in the back of his mind, the love for Alyssa Grace – or even – a secret relationship that the pair had. The entity knew this was something that both of them had kept a secret for quite some time, and now, it seems like everything is clear as day. Everything is as clear as it could be. The entity could hear the scuffling of things being moved around downstairs and right below him, having a faint clue to what that meant– he walked right into the office of Jason Long’s and with a flash that shot out in the room behind the closed door. He was soon gone without a trace.
— — —
“Baby, please come back, it wasn't you
Baby, it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though”
— — —
“Baby, please come back, it wasn't you
Baby, it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though”
— — —
LOCATION UNKNOWN. — DATE UNKNOWN.
As the opening visual brings us inside of The King’s Penthouse– we’re given the sight of the penthouse home in a dimly lit state, the night sky had fallen and the only light being produced was from the moonlight and the lamps standing at each side of the chair that was in the middle of the camera shot. The silence within the room was deafening, though that was soon taken away by the sounds of footsteps walking along the wooden floorboards. That’s when the camera picked him up, walking into the shot right behind the chair placed in the middle of the frame, the entity of Jason Long—and judging by his facial expression, he doesn’t seem too pleased with something. Though, as he took a seat in the chair and became a little bit more relaxed, it became clear that this wasn’t the penthouse home but more so a mirage of the place– the slight glitch effect to the home makes it become clear that we’re somewhere else, more specifically…
We’re in The Infinity Realms.
Jason continues his silence as he simply sits there and looks down onto the floor, like he’s hanging his head in shame and not even thinking of glancing up to the camera that’s already recording. “I just can't seem to get rid of you two, no matter how hard I try…”
There’s a brief pause before Jason could continue, he holds one finger up to allow the silence to be one again soaked in, his thoughts are elsewhere clearly. For a man that was able to show very little emotion towards anyone as of late, he seems to be very hesitant on those that he has to come to face in just a few short days. The two women that have become the most important to Jason’s life after all, the two that have become the most substantial to his life. Those promises that he had kept in secret– they were holding him back from just tearing into them. His right leg began to gently shake as he took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them back up, the look of dread in his eyes as he glanced back up to the camera.
“I could understand the mentality of wanting to fall and get back up again—but sometimes, you see, it’s just better to stay down than to try and be the valiant hero that the world needs. It’s better to just let things happen than to try and stop it because in a world like this, everyone seems to want to accomplish something– they want to accomplish being the person that stopped this or that, but they’ll fail and they’ll collapse and they’ll break under all of the pressure of every valuable loss that comes to them. No matter what tactic they come with the first time, or the second time, or even the third time– all of the results remain the same throughout, no matter what you do to make things different, no matter how much you turn your thoughts inside out and try to change every single bit of the narrative, all of those results that you wished you could have be in your favour?”
He pauses for a moment, letting the question be soaked in to the listener. There was a slight creeping smile growing on his face but he soon was able to shake it off, bringing a deadpan expression back onto his face.
“All become visions of your own delusional mind. The question that’s been running rampant inside of your minds has always been about how are you going to stop me, it’s always been about how are you going to put me down long enough to make yourselves win– but never has it been about the many lies, deceit, and absolute nonsense that you’d have to paint the picture of so it all seems as if I am the one in the wrong all this time and I’ve never told a single bit of the truth. That’s how it was before, within your minds, and I’d doubt for a second that the train of thought hasn’t stopped since.
But I know how this has gone for both of you– the two of you have become ruthless. It’s become a game of who’ll hurt me the most, it’s become a game of who’ll keep me down long enough, it’s become a game of which one of you will be the one who can say that they kept ‘the entity’ down long enough to win. You focus on me too much and I don’t mean that in the present tense either, but I mean it in the past tense as well, it’s been like that for ages now. Both of you have been dying to have your own version of Jason back that you two are intentionally keeping your eyes on me and not on the other person in the match. You might be thinking to yourselves—”
His voice soon changed to the sound of Alyssa speaking…
“Jason, that’s absolutely nonsense. I know the dangers of having three people in this match. I know what can be done with a third person there to swoop in and take the win from under my nose. I’m not letting her win and take this moment from me… and I’m not letting her take the moment of beating your fuckin’ ass from me.”
…but as he continued to speak a little bit more, the voice was beginning to change into Savannah’s voice. It was like the two voices were speaking the same sentence, at the same time, and slowly faded from one into the other. Jason allowed a smile to appear on his face, shaking his head from side to side.
“—and tell me, do you really know yourselves that much? Have I become too much for you to think about? Have you become too lost in your emotions to truly think straight? Because for weeks, and weeks, and what has seemed like such a long time… I’ve been in the head of both of you and I’ve been living inside of those heads of yours whilst paying zero fuckin’ rent. For one of you, I’ve become the reason you’ve thought of your former love interest before someone else came along, I’ve become the reason that you’ve begun to think about those feelings you had for Jason again, wondering if parting ways from him was a mistake or not. For the other, however, I’ve been in your head in a different kind of way. I’ve been the replacement, I’ve been the stand-in for the person that you had to move on because you were scared of what he was becoming. You fell for the one thing that you wanted gone, even ending a relationship – even a damn future marriage – just to make sure that I was gone for good.
Just think of it for a second, I didn’t do anything but speak and I’ve caused all of this. I didn’t need to mess with the past, I didn’t need to corrupt any kind of future, I didn’t need to control the minds of the helpless and the weakened— I did all of this by just speaking, allowing my words to play things out for me, and it’s become a complicated couple of weeks for someone like me because whilst I’ve been hurting those that have crossed my path. I’ve begun to hurt those that have become close to me. Those that are close to me are beginning to question my loyalty to them and that’s not what I’ve been trying to show. I’m not looking to try and show them what kind of man I’m not, that’s not the message I’ve been trying to send to others—that’s just not what New Immortality expects of me.
Then again, they never expected me to—” a pause, soon followed up with another deep breath. Again, it’s like he was biting down on his tongue trying to not let the truth slip out from his mouth, but it was difficult for someone like him– he was finding his true emotions after years of being numbed to any kind of emotion. Numbed to any kind of feeling that wasn’t out of simple fucking pity. “—they never expected me to let any of you walk away freely. Not after what I did to all of you. Not after everything that I’ve tried to make you walk away and leave me to do what needs to be done. To that, I’ve failed them. I failed New Immortality as you two come closer for a second chance.”
Jason lifted up his right hand, leaving the room in silence before he’d click his fingers and the entire room turned to black. Just an emptied abyss of nothing that surrounded Jason as sat there in the same chair that was inside of the penthouse home. The entity sat there, head hanging low and looking down onto the ground below. His mind is elsewhere, clearly, and the silence is slowly beginning to make him crack. The thought of those he comes head to head with in just a few days is making him break mentally in an ever so slow manner, not because he’s not prepared for them– no, he’s very much prepared for them. The problem was his emotions soon syncing in with Jason. Somehow, someway, it was like the two were slowly beginning to intertwine with one another. The entity’s memories were fading in with Jason’s. His numbed emotions were fading in with Jason’s.
“You…” he whispered, ever so gently.
If he could scream right now, he would. Just to scream for him to get out of his head. Just to scream for him to stay dead—but that wasn’t going to work, and he had to keep his composure somehow. Jason was missing, the original was missing, and there was only one who was willing to crawl into that world and be his replacement… and that was the entity. The breaths that came from the entity were slowly getting heavier and heavier as time went on, but he was able to bring his composure back to normal, those heavy deep breaths were soon gone and all that was left was Jason – the entity – staring into the lens of the camera recording still. His eyes went from the normal blue eyes to pure white, not glowing yet, but there was just a blank look in his eyes.
“Second chances aren’t something that I would be willing to let people be given so freely, you two. Savannah, after taking a forty-five-foot drop from the top of a ladder down to the concrete floor? You should be thankful that you’re able to stand up and walk these days. Alyssa, after having my arms wrapped around your neck and the grip being tightened and tightened and tightened to the point of your eyes nearly popping out of your head— you should be thankful that your neck didn’t snap under all of the pressure I had on it. Both of you, by choice, walked away with your lives because I wanted that message to be sent clear as day. I didn’t let you walk because of pity, I didn’t let you walk because it’s what Jason would’ve wanted– it’s because I wanted to make sure you walked away with the message imprinted into your heads that I am an untouchable fuckin’ bastard that neither of you could get the better of.
But just one match, that’s all it’ll take.
That’s all it’ll take to put an end to this, right?
Just this one match, one shot, one fuckin’ opportunity to put an end to everything between the three of us. Somehow, it’s got to end at The Crowning. That’s what the two of you are hopeful of, to end me at The Crowning, to put an end to what I am and bring back the real Jason Long. And even though I’ve told the both of you that he’s gone, he’s never coming back, he’s fucking dead— it seems like neither of you would want to believe it, it’s like the denial of knowing someone that you’ve loved has now just disappeared and now dead is just trying to work and it’s messing with you, neither of you could accept it and you’re desperately asking me to bring him back. I know Savannah has asked me many times to bring him back. She’s been asking for him to be brought back from the dead so desperately and she’s pleaded for her life to just have his body be brought back— and what was it that I always told you, Savannah?
‘I can’t bring him back yet, I shut the doors on The Infinity Realms.’
And you believed me, you allowed me to let that thought be brought into your head, you allowed my massive speech of bringing him back trick you into thinking I couldn’t open the realms ever again. Though, you’ve been very much aware that I’ve jumped through the realms many times since then and I’ve been able to do it with ease— and you’ve never even thought of questioning it once. Not once have you ever questioned if I could bring back Jason or if I just refused to bring him back. Not once have you ever thought of wanting him back, always bringing him up in the past tense as if he was old news, as if he wasn’t anything to be worried about anymore. You always loved him, you always cared for him, but you seemed to have fallen for the replacement— and with ease as well, might I add. They didn’t have to do anything charming to let you be swooned, swept off of your feet, fallen in love with them. And yet, here you are on these shows acting as if you’ve fallen in love with Arik Holt.
As if you were going to get married to him, Savannah, how much more lying are you going to get away with? You’re flirting with everyone on Twitter like there’s nothing secret happening behind closed doors that you just don’t want people knowing yet because of something… something very secret. I’m sure you’re trying to lie through your teeth and defend your own honour towards Arik right now, but I’m doubting he’s going to believe you much longer, he’ll question you and question how unfaithful you’ve been to your ‘new fiance’. And, whilst I’m all for burning down bridges with things like this, the real question that people should be asking is this—
How do I know all of this?”
Jason stood up from his seat, a smile growing on his face as he let the moment sink in for a second and then… A click of his fingers cleared the empty abyss and brought us back into The King’s Penthouse– though, it’s daytime. The sun was shining brightly through the windows as we had a clear shot of the entire home this time, giving us a look into the background and seeing Savannah and the entity sharing the room with one another– a weird sight to be seeing, but it was enough to just take a guess as to what was happening. His arms were wrapped around her waist as he looked down onto her, a smile was resting along Savannah’s face as she looked up to him.
“And Arik… what about him.” He questioned, seemingly growing some kind of concern.
Savannah’s eyebrow raised, seemingly surprised by the weird question asked. “What about him?”
“I saw the post, Savannah,” he exclaimed. “Don’t play dumb with me.”
“I know,” there was something that Jason whispered that wasn’t picked up in the conversation. “No, no. You’re not. It’s not like that at all.”
“I’m just…” a deep breath is taken. “...a little bit anxious.”
“Don’t be,” her soft spoken tone was enough to make Jason become a little bit calmer. Their eyes locked onto one another’s as her hand reached up to his face, the back of her hand gently caressing the side of his face. “My heart belongs to you.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
The focus was soon brought back onto the entity, who kept that smile resting along his face as he had it before but there was just one small thing about him, his eyes soon had been brought back to normal. That smirk on his face was just enough to tell– this was going to get into the head of others. This was going to make sure that there’s a divide between many.
“There’s no more hiding the truth, Savannah. The secret is out there now. I understand why you’ve been trying to keep our love under wraps considering you’ve sided with True Society and I understand that the bond between myself and you would cause some kind of fracture against everyone. Their trust for you would seem so… broken. And there’s nobody’s fault to blame but you, Savannah. Think about it for a second, there’s nobody else to blame but yourself because you think of me the same way you think of Jason— and no matter how many times that I told you and I warned you, Savannah, you always thought you saw something in me that nobody else could’ve seen. You saw something in me that hasn’t been seen in so long, and you were right, I did let you see a side of me that was caring for you. I did let you see a side of me that was willing to be more open with you. I handed you all of the details that you needed to know about me, I handed you all of the details about me that nobody else knew about, and I just know you’ll use them – or you have used them – against me in a way of trying to get into my head. I fed you information to use against me, at a time like this, and you did that through so many great attempts.
I let you know about my world, know about the war that I ended and sacrificed my past fiance and child to make sure that they’d not suffer anymore, let you know everything that there is to know about me—even the things that Jason doesn’t even know about me, I let you know everything. And now, look at you. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Not knowing what’s real and what isn’t. Hell, a lot of people are wondering the same thing. Wondering if this was all real or not, if this was just a ruse being played on by me to corrupt your little minds and to make you think that — whilst also working with True Society and being ‘engaged’ to Arik Holt — she was with me every single night, cuddling up to me and latching herself onto my arm like a koala bear, landing kisses onto my lips every morning, afternoon, evening, and night. Hell, if we wanted to get a little bit more detailed?”
Another click of his fingers brought the daylight to night and with no Savannah or Jason in the background, but it’s seen that there’s a light on in the master bedroom of the home, though– it’s clear as to where the couple were as loud moaning was heard coming out of the bedroom, from both of them to be exact, and the entity snapped his fingers to bring us into the daylight again— this time, Savannah and Jason were on the couch right beside him. Smiles along their faces as Jason had gotten down onto one knee right in front of Savannah, her face could tell anyone that she was shocked by the sudden movement.
“Savannah Marie Andrews, I love you dearly.” A tear began to fall down the face of Jason as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small dark blue box, opening it up and revealing the engagement ring inside. Tears began to fall down the face of Savannah as she watched on in complete shock. “Will you marry me?”
She seemed speechless, the tears were only building up even more as they poured down her face–but she was able to open her mouth, trying to find the words to even answer such a question, and when she did? She smiled, from ear to ear. “A thousand times, yes!”
The moment was completed with Jason grabbing a hold of Savannah and lifting her up into the air, landing a kiss along her lips as they began to passionately kiss one another, not looking to pull away from one another in such a joyful moment. The entity – however – kept that smirk on his face as he watched a memory of his recent past happen, a tear beginning to fall down his face as he clicked his fingers one more time, bringing us back to the empty abyss from before. He couldn’t help but to look down at his hand, seeing the ring – his engagement ring that he shares with Savannah – wrapped tightly around his finger. There’s slight hesitation happening as he reached down and held onto the ring, not wanting to pull it off of his finger— but swiftly enough, he had done just that. The engagement ring had come off and he began to examine it closely, knowing how much of a bond that he had with Savannah— he knew this felt like a crime, felt like a bond was being broken, a soon-to-be marriage was crumbling away.
“For some fuckin’ reason, Savannah— you said yes. For some fuckin’ reason, after everything that I’ve done to you – and this was even after I had put my hands on your father and almost choked the life out of him on the last Fallout show – you still said yes. I could never really understand it. Just a month ago, you were writing a heartfelt letter to Jason about how you can’t bare to be with him anymore when I’m taking control of him… but you were quick to have your legs open for me and you weren’t even hesitant to say yes when I asked for your hand in marriage. Actually no, you said it yourself… A thousand times, you’d say yes. Is that the kind of person that you are, Savannah? A girl that is given some good feelings once and is already hooked onto them, ready for marriage and is ready to have some children with them in the future when you’re ready for it. That’s what you wanted with me right? The future you saw with me before I asked you to marry me. You wanted marriage. You wanted a child with me. And, if we want to take things back further, Savannah? Let me say this, something that you’ve said to me in the past.”
He clears his throat as he begins to speak, his voice changed completely into the tone of Savannah.
“I feel like… and this is going to sound insane. But, I feel like if I had to choose? I would still choose you. Even if everyone hated me for it. Even if it meant giving him up. I just feel really attached to you.” His tone is soon brought back to normal with another clearing of his throat.
“Let that thought sink in for a moment, Savannah, because I’m going to let you in on something that’ll make you regret every single thing you’ve done with me. Just imagine what Jason would think about you right now? To think that the one person he loved the most, the only person that he was very much certain on letting be his future, has now changed the whole perspective on what she wanted and is now fucking the same entity that ruined him and his family’s life. You’ve become engaged to be married with the one thing that he wanted gone from his life forever. Just let that be thought of, Savannah. If there was ever a time that he’s brought back and I finally fulfil my promise of bringing him back to life— how do you think he’ll feel knowing that he’s got to look at you, someone he considered to be a soulmate, and see that she’s moved on with the demon that you wanted gone from him. How would you think he’d feel knowing that – after everything that he did for you to make sure that you were always safe and protected with his life – you broke his trust, the only bit of trust that he had left to fuckin’ give, and it’s all because you wanted me more than him?
He risked his life for you, he sacrificed everything for you, he made sure that you had the spotlight every single time and even when you think he wasn’t doing any of those things? It broke him down to nothing. Every single time that you doubted him? He’d end up thinking he’s just not doing enough. You thought that when he was going through his own demons, that everything was in one ear and out the other? That was how you made him feel most days when he was doing EVERYTHING to make sure you were safe. He did all of that for you and you just threw it back into his face. Then again, considering how quick you were to move on and forget him— it makes sense why you did it, and we all know it too, you didn’t love him anymore. He fought through all of his demons just to come to that realisation that you stopped loving him, even if you tell anyone that you’d do anything for him– you’re just lying right through your fuckin’ teeth because here you are with me and not giving a shit about him.
Where the hell were you when he needed you the most, Savannah? Where the hell were you when he was fighting his fucking alcohol addiction? Where the hell were you when he was fighting his fucking drug problem? Where the fuck were you when he was contemplating fucking suicide multiple times throughout the past year and came so close to just cutting up his fucking arms so he could feel the pain of the heartbreak you were constantly giving him? Do you even know how numbed he was after a while of you not being there for him? Hell, others like Kit or Michael were there for him— and yet you weren’t? Yet, you couldn’t help him but to wrap your arms around him hoping everything was going to be alright?
WAS IT FUCKING ALRIGHT FOR YOU WHEN PERSEPHONE WANTED HIM DEAD?!”
The entity had kicked the chair back and knocked it over. His tone was raised high, the tension could’ve been easily cut with a knife, and all that the entity could do was just stare into the camera with a fiery look in his eyes– but he was able to click his fingers and bring us into the office of the penthouse home this time. The moonlight reflected into the room as the focus was brought onto Jason laying against the bookshelf in the room, holding a switchblade knife in his hands as he looked up and spotted a figure walking towards him. There she was, Persephone Bane. A creeping smile rested along her face as she crouched down and knelt beside Jason, who had already begun to let the tears fall down his face.
“How about you do what is right and put an end to this horrible life of yours, and in return, we’ll return your mother from her grave. That’s all you have to do, Jason, is to just finish what was started. We’re willing to give you - and your entire family - what they’ve all wished for since she passed,” she spoke with an echo behind her voice. She was getting closer and closer to him as he felt the need to bring the knife up and pointed it right towards his stomach– taking in a deep breath. “Just do it, Jason. One large swing right into your abdomen. Just like how he did it.”
Jason couldn’t help but to just stare right into the eyes of Persephone, lips almost against one another as she whispered for him to attempt the violent act, pleading for his final send off to be a pleasant bloodied mess. Though, just as Jason was about to send the blade down into his stomach?
“JESUS FUCK, NO!”
The faint sound of Michael Bishop’s scream for fear was heard and then– The entity had snapped his fingers once more, bringing us back into that empty abyss. The entity couldn’t help but to just stand there in silence, opening up his left hand and noticing the engagement ring still in the palm of his hand– but he was even beginning to shake his head, those feelings he once had were slowly fading away from his heart and in that quick thought rushing through his head? He threw the ring across the floor, left to be lost in the abyss.
“Bringing her back meant nothing to you, even if you told me that you didn’t summon her to make sure I met my demise. Summoned a demon back from her grave for no reason but to try and intimidate me— how fucking pathetic. You can preach as much as you’d like, Savannah. Tell everyone that Jason is coming back, tell everyone that he’ll find his way back home, tell everyone that you’ve still got that fuckin’ hope in him. But all it is are pure fuckin’ lies that you’ve been willing to let everyone believe in thinking you still cared for him. All of this has been full of lies, you’ve lied to everyone about everything just to get under the skin of others and pleasure the rest— is that what Savannah Sunshine has come to these days? It’s already bad enough that you constantly lie and lie and fucking lie again when you have to tell everyone that this is going to be a new side of you— we’re going to see something different, and you’ve been telling us this for months, Savannah. For fuckin’ months, you’ve been telling everyone that — and yet — I have yet to see Savannah Sunshine be given something she’s earned. I’ve yet to see Savannah Sunshine be given something she’s fought fucking valiantly for.
‘But I’ve fought for so long to make sure I was given this spot—’
IF YOU FOUGHT FOR SOMETHING FOR MONTHS, THEN WHY HAVEN’T YOU FUCKING DONE SOMETHING ABOUT IT?! IF YOU FOUGHT FOR THAT SMALL BIT OF FUCKING APPROVAL FOR SO LONG, THEN WHY HAVEN’T YOU ACHIEVED IT?! THAT SMALL BIT OF FUCKING VALIDATION IS NOWHERE FOR YOU TO BE SEEN AND YOU KNOW WHY?!
BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T EARNED SHIT!
And until it has clicked into your head, I will not stop in fuckin’ reminding you of your place. I will not stop in reminding you of who you are. I will not stop in reminding you of every single bit of failure that you’ve had in this fuckin’ company and all of those times that you promised changes. All of those times that you said that we’re all going to a new Savannah Sunshine soar through the atmosphere. All of those times you promised that the next time wasn’t going to be like the last. Next time, there’ll be no fuckin’ next time. I want you to know that. I want you to let that thought process be clicking inside of that head of yours. I want all of it to be let known. You could’ve walked away from this unharmed, you could have walked away and not even have that second chance with me, but you stood your ground. You kept standing somehow. And now? You’ve nothing left to stand on. All of that time that you said that you’ve never needed Jason for anything and you could become something on your own, all of that time that you said that you never needed him to be any kind of successful and you never needed him to stand on your own platform—
You fuckin’ lied. You always needed him. Now? You cannot do anything and you cannot hold your ground anymore. You cannot hold onto others the same way you held onto the coattails of Jason Long to his success rate. You cannot hold onto the fame and the glory of Jason Long through all of the fire and ashes he walks through to protect you. And you, Savannah, will constantly be the leech of this fuckin’ company– no matter who you decide to side with, whether it’s either me or Jason or even anyone from True Society. Nothing ever changes. Nothing ever fucking changes for you. But you know what will change come The Crowning for you?”
Leaving the question up in the air was one thing, but to be hesitant to even answer it for her—that was just as painful as he could have ever expected, to know that he’s about to end something that he was holding onto dearly. But, in his mind, he knows this is the right thing to be doing—he cannot allow himself to fall for the enemy after everything that he’s done to her.
“Everything. I’m done being leeched off of everything just for it all to be spat back at my face just like you’ve done with others, Savannah. I’m done being everything that you needed to stand up again. I’m done with you as a whole. We’re fucking done.”
What came after… was a sigh of relief. It felt all of the pressure that he’s been feeling for so long has now been removed from his shoulders, all of the time that he had with her was so good, it was like living in heaven—but she was just sucking up every single thing that he had, taking every single thing into secret and realising that he was going to fall into the trap of many others before him? That relief of knowing he’s freed before it was too late was a good feeling to know. Though, sadly, he wasn’t done there. He was only beginning to make it there. There was still one person left in the match that he just had to speak about after some recent conversations with others and other interactions with Alyssa and he were made.
Alyssa Grace; the crimson combatant. The history has been made clear so many times before in the past, the history has been made known in just little shots taken at the Omega Heavyweight Champion—and knowing how much it does affect her, the entity is aware that it’s tearing her up from the inside. He’s aware of what he’s doing to ruin her life, to make her think about a kindled fire that was once bright and soon began to dim. The past that Alyssa and Jason once had was only known to be strictly platonic– to Alyssa’s side of the story anyway, but for Jason, however? She was always seeing her as something more. She was always seeing her as something that he could’ve had to himself, if he didn’t just let go of her all that time ago. If only, he could’ve been having her right now and having zero care to the world about anyone else.
But he did, and that’s what’s always killed him—and as the entity stands there in silence, those emotions that have become linked with his own, it’s making him begin to hate what he has become since then. This man, the entity, isn’t what Jason Long represents. This isn’t what Jason Long is meant to be– but people are convinced that the entity is Jason Long. People are truly convinced that he is the man he shared the same name as. It wasn’t the case at all, and whilst his mind wanted to prove them all wrong, the other side of that same mind wants to be the instigator to it all. The entity wanted to continue to hurt Alyssa Grace with every fibre of his being– with every single thing that he had left of his rotting fuckin’ soul.
She wanted him hurt, and by god, he’d do anything to make sure that was the case.
“The girl that thought she could save the world, thought she could put a stop to me when it mattered the most, thought she could make sure that she could win for Jason’s honour when it mattered the most at a time like this— I thought it was fate that brought it to just me and you as the final two standing at the top of the structure, Alyssa, after everything that had happened between us in recent weeks and what should’ve been a moment that both you and Jason could’ve had together. It would’ve been a feel good moment that everyone would’ve cheered for, wouldn’t it have been? After all, the history between you and Jason has been now truly revealed that one side of the pairing had developed feelings for them in a way that was nowhere near that platonic feeling that you might have had for him. History has shown that every single chance he could, he tried and tried to pull you in closer– all of those secret hook-ups that both of you had between the months of March and August of 2020, they weren’t platonic now, were they? Was any of that slowly making you think that he wanted more? Was there any kind of thought that went into your head about what he wanted and what he was looking for, was the thought of a future ever implemented inside of your mind, was there ever a fuckin’ thought that just maybe for a second— things didn’t have to be the way that it turned out to have been?
Did it ever occur to you that there was any kind of inkling that someone like Jason was head over heels for you, maybe for even a split second that could’ve been a thought in your mind, but there was none of that now, was there? No, whilst you were ready to move on in the world we live in– some just wallowed in depression, the chances of having a happy life were soon cut away and now gone for good, the chances of having that love at first sight be soon taken away from him in a flash because he didn’t jump the gun at gaining the chance to move further into things with you is what makes him regret the past, and knowing that the chances of ever rekindling that kind of platonic friendship is now a thing of the past because of you – the person that was there for him through everything when he needed you and the same was done for you when you needed him – didn’t save him when he needed you the most. All of those times that he’s checked up on you when you needed someone, a shoulder to cry on, is doubled how much you cared for him when he needed you. The friendship that was kindled upon the two of you sharing the same similarities as one another was slowly burning away because he was falling down a deep dark path that he just couldn’t escape from and when he needed you the most, Alyssa—
Nowhere to be seen. What a surprise, isn’t it? For someone that’s notorious for bottling up their own emotions in the hopes of making sure that nobody notices and prays that she could continue through her days, it’s such a surprise to see that you couldn’t even notice that same thing that Jason was doing. Bottling up his feelings for you because he wanted to see you happy. Bottling up his emotions because he knew that you were ready to move on and be happy with your life. Keeping things under wraps so you could live your life to the fullest – and whilst he still had Savannah there to keep him happy in his own bubble – the thought continued to remain inside of the back of his mind. There’s not a day that went by where he thought of you, how things could’ve been, how things should’ve been. And as much as he’d want to never admit it, I know the best course of action was to make sure that the feelings of a once broken man were out there and ready to be soaked in by whoever took it to heart.
Which, of course, just so happened to have been you.
I never did all of this to be an instigator, Alyssa, I never did any of this because I was the one who had caught feelings for you—but I wanted it to have been heard from your mouth, in your own words, to have told the story of you and Jason. The friendship – or even partial relationship – that the two of you had. Whilst I understand your anger towards me ever since I made it clear to you that Jason loved you, he adored you, he wanted you to be his… I never understood why you wanted to have taken things out on me, a man whose only goal has been to tell the truth on what people hide from others. Was it all of the sudden realisation that you know you can’t have Jason back? Was it the sudden realisation that through all of those months that both you and Jason spent together and was so close with one another– he had those feelings for you? Hell, was that thought not planted into your mind when he kissed you? Remember, the day that he first kissed you on the lips? You should be the one to remember this because you were pulling him in for more afterward. All of the hints, all of the nudges that he tried, all of those times he wanted to open up to you even more– and you ignored him.
Sent that man down a constant spiral for over a month, but he grew out of it because he was hitting a stage in his life where he knew he wouldn’t have wanted you to be involved in, and whilst he did that– he knew he sacrificed the only thing he had left of you and what could’ve been. He didn’t want you to be involved with the whole ‘Ashes of the Wake’ thing that he went through. He didn’t want you involved in his war with me where he burned me to ashes and left me for dead. He knew you could’ve been hurt in that scenario. He did everything that was right for you, and yet, you’ve never noticed. What kind of friend are you, Alyssa? What kind of person ignores all the good things their best friend did for them for the sake of being with another man? Too lovestruck to have known what was happening in another man’s head. Jason spent every passing day filled with regret, and it was always about you, always about what could’ve been.”
With a click of his fingers, the surrounding had changed once again and was brought back to The King’s Penthouse. The daylight shone through the window as we found ourselves with Jason Long standing in front of a mirror, his arms resting along the wall on both sides of the mirror and his head hanging low. His hair hung down past his face as the sweat began to drip down onto the floor, heavy deep breaths were being taken as he was shaking his head from side to side— there was something on his mind that he wanted to get off of his chest and he needed to get off of his chest quickly.
“I let her fuckin’ go…” he exclaimed to himself. “I let Alyssa fuckin’ go and move on—”
“I LET HER FUCKING GO AND IT’S ALL MY GOD DAMNED FAULT!”
Soon enough, he stood back up straight and sent a straight right hand punch right into the mirror. The glass had shattered upon the impact of the punch landing, and already the shards of glass had stuck right into the hand of Jason, blood was quickly beginning to pour from his hand and down onto the floor but that just wasn’t enough pain for him to endure. Jason had reached down and picked up a large-sized shard of the broken glass and brought himself over towards the dining room table, pulling out a chair to take a seat in it and bringing his right arm out, exposing the skin from underneath his jumper. From there, he brought the sharp point of the shard right into the skin – on the inside of his forearm – and began to cut away without a single care in the world. Slash after slash went across his arm, blood beginning to pour profusely, and Jason just took the shard of glass and stabbed it right down into his hand.
Jason had collapsed down onto the floor below him, letting himself roll around in the blood that he found himself being soaked up in, and the scene was like it was out of a horror movie. The tears were running down the face of Jason as he laid there in a pool of his blood, the emotions were breaking him apart and the pain was only the breaking point for him to suffer through the amount of pain he’s feeling mentally, and to think— this was all because of someone, someone that he had fallen for, but still tried his best to respect the happiness of. The click of the fingers brought us back into the empty abyss, the entity had a tear running down his eye knowing that he watched Jason hit a low of his life, it was a painful sight to have seen. But he sighed, wiping the tear away and brought his focus back onto the camera recording him.
“Let me ask you this one very personal question— do you think your father is proud of what you’ve become as of late, knowing that his own daughter has become some alcoholic maniac that’s slowly losing the plot of her own mind, knowing damn well that he’s always been looking down on you and being proud of what you’ve accomplished?” The entity let the silence soak in for a moment.
“Does he think for a second that what you’ve turned into was for the better or for the worst? You’ve turned into a complete lunatic that’s lost her fuckin’ mind and has become too lost in her own mind to come to the realisation of everything that’s happening around her, is that what your father would’ve wanted for his precious baby girl that he raised along with your brother and your sister? Because I’m sure that he didn’t raise his daughter to have been such a lying stupid bitch that kept hiding everything from everyone and couldn’t admit to the truth until it was way too fucking late. If your father could see the damage that you left in people, he would’ve been so fuckin’ disappointed in you, Alyssa. He would’ve been so fuckin’ disappointed in you. Actually, that’s how everyone feels about you right now. They’re disappointed in what Alyssa Grace had become as of late because everyone is expecting you to beat the living shit out of me, they’re waiting for the day to happen where you get your hands on me and give me what I fucking deserve. And I just know that you just don’t have it in you to do what is right and to just beat the fucking shit out of me, for the sake of everyone wanting me hurt and dead, you cannot do what they want you to do because you don’t have the fucking nerve to do it.
Let’s be real here, Alyssa. You could look into my eyes and immediately remember who they belonged to, they belonged to your Jason, and that’ll make you remember everything that you once adored and cherished about him. It’ll make you remember all of the good days and the bad days that you once had with that man and it’ll make you remember all of the times that you spent alone in his arms knowing that you were safe from just about everything that could’ve been thrown at you. And that’s why I know you don’t have it in you to strike me where it hurts, Alyssa. You could paint the picture that you want to hate me, you want to despise me, and hell, you want to fucking kill me. You really want to fucking kill me, but you just can’t because you know I’m the only way of ever getting Jason back onto this fuckin’ earth again. Then again, maybe you might not have known that until now– but when you land every single punch, Alyssa, just let that thought simmer in your head. When you come ready to kill me, let that thought simmer down inside of your mind. When you come prepared to bring me to hell and let me become a permanent resident down there, let it be known that you could easily have your Jason back here but you’d have to let me live. Now, just like that, all of the plans you had thought out inside of your head has been fucked. Scraped away. The stress of trying to figure out a brand new game plan is now happening inside of your mind.
And there’s nobody to blame but yourself, isn’t there? None of this could’ve went personal if it wasn’t for the fact that you just wouldn’t fucking admit it, you just couldn’t own up to your own fuckin’ mistakes, and you couldn’t let yourself be seen as the weak one because everyone knows that Alyssa Grace – the most overhyped fuckin’ woman to have ever stepped foot onto this brand since Elena DeDraca – can never ever be seen as weak. The role model for everyone cannot be seen as weak, they can’t allow someone like you to be seen as weak or villainous—but man, I sure do love seeing a bad side to you. I saw that venomous bite you had on everyone. I saw you spit that venom at everyone and me and it was a thing of beauty. If you had that kind of fire in you all of the time, you’d have accomplished so much by now, Alyssa. You could’ve won the Noble Championship by now, you could’ve won something a month ago in the Golden Rules match if you just had that same venom in your bite beforehand. But no, you didn’t and you let everyone down. I hope you’ve made everyone that had hope in you happy, Alyssa. I hope you made your father happy knowing you could’ve been something and you weren’t. I hope you made Jason happy knowing that you tried to defend him and fight for him and failed at every hurdle to make sure it was yours for the taking. Because it’s not been the first time you let him down and I’m sure it won’t be the last. And when you do the same — if you do the same thing — at The Crowning, let me give you this piece of advice. Leave all of the emotions out the door, all of the people you’re fighting for, all of the people you’re looking to defend, all of the people you want to hit me for… leave them back at home with your house husband, Finnegan, and come find me inside of the ring.
I’m not the kind of man who’ll just stand around here and tell you how badly I want to fight you, to beat the fuckin’ shit out of you, and to just maim you for everything that you’ve caused onto everyone—but you’re someone that cannot be helped. Savannah could’ve been helped and she’s constantly denied it, so I had to put her in her place, but I’ve realised I’ve put you in your place one too many times. Alyssa, you need to be taught the lesson— you cannot beat me, no matter how hard you hit me, and anything that you could do will not help you at all. You want this fight more than I do, you want to fight Jason Long at his best—at his god level so you can prove yourself in this fuckin’ company once and for all. When I make you realise that I’m too powerful for you to withstand? You’ll have to fucking apologise to me for being wrong about everything that I have told you. When you become the reason that I’m still standing as the Project: Honor Ascension Champion after The Crowning comes to an end— then you’ll have to apologise to everyone in the fucking locker room on that night for failing to save Fallout from ‘the certain doom that it is slowly impending on’. And when you head home, and I don’t mean to the home in the states but the home back in Ireland, I want you to walk right up to your father’s headstone and I want you to stare right at it. Tell him that you’re sorry for being such a fuckin’ disappointment of a daughter and sorry that you couldn’t live up to the expectations that he had set out on you.
All I’ve done was provide the truth for you, Alyssa. All I’ve done was shown you how things have been ever since you made the wrong choice in your life, and I’ve shown you how to live with those mistakes, but whilst i’m not asking you to fix them— I’m asking you to bring that venom. You’ve been wanting to show a new side to Alyssa Grace that Project: Honor hasn’t seen, the side that people over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance have seen on a constant basis, then show me that side—show me the side that made you famous, show me what made you as hyped as you came in, show me what made Alyssa Grace into the person she is today elsewhere.
And allow me to destroy it in the palm of my fuckin’ hand.”
The entity stood there, a tense look in his eyes as they became pure white again—but this time, they glowed. The entity was embracing his full power, the energy of The Infinity Realms was rushing through his veins, and he was ready to break free from the realms and enter back into the world as a man set on a mission. A final click of his fingers brings us back to the same place that once started this journey, the chair back and everything. As he adjusted his jacket, his eyes came back to normal and the realms had disappeared once again. Without a single bit of a trace to it.
“Whilst some of you want to cross the fine line of what is the reality and what is the fiction of this world— I’ve stood on the sides of both, I’ve stood the ground of alternate realities, I’ve stood where some of you have lived to tell the tale and where some of you have died fuckin’ trying. The fine line that you both tether along isn’t made by alternate dimensions and multiple universes like how I’ve done it, but by the choices you’ve made along the way, the choices of doing what is right and what is wrong, not knowing the end result until it comes to you and you’re left with either happiness or sadness. For both of you, Alyssa and Savannah, you’ll have to cross that line and make a choice. Do you wish to live and tell the tale of how you survived the entity that has single handedly taken down everyone in his path since arriving? Or do you choose to accept defeat and allow yourselves to be the victims of what power I can possess, letting yourselves be accepted as the weakened soldiers that they sent to take me down and to allow yourselves to admit that what I’ve foretold all of this time is true.
I don’t come here to make war amends happen, I don’t come here to make claims of slaughtering the enemy— everyone deserves a chance to be proven wrong, and once they do, then they can come for the help that they need the most. Not a soul has offered themselves to find the new light, but with you two, I look to make sure that changes. I could make your life much more simpler, Savannah. I can make you see that new fire in you and make sure you use it to your full advantage rather than to just be simply encapsulated by the likes of True Society. And for you, Alyssa? I can make you use that venom you have left in your fangs and allow everyone to truly see the side of you that is so desperately needed. Changes are a certainty, everyone. There’s no doubt about it. They could be for the better or for the worse, but I don’t see things for a worse look—no, I see advantages, I see people who’ve untapped potential on the horizon that just need that extra bit of a push.
And that’s what I wanted with you two. I wanted the best for both of you. But you’ve forced my hand to play a deadly game that I never wanted to play, you’ve pushed me to the limits and now, it’s all coming back to haunt you both. The past has come back to haunt you, the present has come to haunt you— and to be honest? I wouldn’t rely too much on a fuckin’ future. This started because of me, the whole hatred and anger that both of you have shown recently, it’s all because of me that you’ve found this newfound anger that makes your blood fuckin’ boil. You both want me dead, you both are willing to do anything to make sure my downfall becomes permanent, but you both continue to underestimate the kind of power I have. The more you do so, the more bitter sweet it feels to prove the both of you wrong. And believe me, when the bell rings and my hand is raised up high, the championship in my grasp— the two of you will be disgusted, disappointed, dismantled, and destroyed.
Whilst the two of you question what it’ll take to beat me in this match, you’re not asking the real questions when it comes to me, because the question that you should be asking me is simple. How in the fuckin’ hell do you kill an entity?
Because that is what it’ll take to end this reign.”
With one final click of his fingers, the feed had cut to black—ending the feed there and then.
— — —
“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie”
“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie”
