Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2020 23:40:21 GMT -5
UNBREAKABLE RESOLUTION I | RESTING ON THIN ICE.
Josiah Andrew Scott.
The man that had everyone hyped up for since the cryptic tweeting before Bloodbath went live on the air, the man that told everyone that he was a sight to see, the man that proved himself to be looking for the validation of others for the sake of proving his own visions as the truth quickly became a blur within one night. Tapping out on his debut was not what Josiah aimed for in a debut Tag Team match against Elena DeDraca and Contessa Floran. Since then, nothing was ever heard from Josiah. Not being booked in any matches, not being challenged in the Gladiator Contests. It became clear to some that Josiah was one and done in Project Honor, though that thought quickly faded away upon the release of the match card for Unbreakable Resolution. His name appeared, people began to speculate if the return was true, and with one voice spoken, it became true.
“Have we all seemingly forgotten about someone?”
Las Vegas was turning out to be a quiet night, the city that never sleeps had gone to sleep for the time being and with it, we’re met with the sight of Josiah Andrew Scott as he exits out of his home and out onto his balcony where he looks down onto the city of Las Vegas with a sigh of frustration, the frustrated demeanor slowly filling into his expressions. The feeling of even having a camera recording him feels different than before, not like how it was for him before his debut, but a different feeling, one that Josiah couldn’t even explain to himself.
“I understand if you forgot that I was still in this match, shit, I even forgot it too until I was told about it. Believe me, Rocky, it’s not that I don’t care about Project Honor… It’s just that I think I deserve much better than some crap donnybrook match you cooked up or whoever fucking cooked it up. Christian DeMarco, doesn’t matter to me that much anymore. The fact that you have Legacy Series matches happening through the night but where does Josiah Andrew Scott end up being? Nowhere near them. Why is that though? I’ve wrestled one match since signing on the dotted line with Project Honor and it was one loss that I could counter back with, but they decide that I am not good enough for the championship matches and decides to put me with the newcomers, the firestarters, the newborns to the roster. Daniel Horror got a freaking championship match as a participation gift but where do I stand? In a “Purge Match”, made from the mind of Christian fuckface DeShit-ro.”
Jah scoffs before following up with a small chuckle right after but soon his smiles quickly became that same expression as before.
“I feel disrespected, I feel violated, I feel abused. You have a shining bright talent like me who can take on anyone and everyone, but you’ll put him with the people who’ve yet to prove a fucking worth on the roster, you’ll then put the likes of Legion or Drago Santiago higher up on the card when they’ve done little to fucking nothing here. Does this mean I won’t participate in the match? Will I just not show up to the show and walk out of the company? Of course not, because if there’s one thing I’m willing to do then it’s proving the management wrong. I’m sure they knew they made a mistake putting me in this match, I’m sure they knew exactly what they were doing putting me down in a spot like such, and I hope they regret every single moment of it.”
Jah turned his back on the view of Las Vegas, leaning against the balcony walls as he shows a bottle of Hennessey in his right hand. The view of the half-empty bottle gives us much of an explanation for Josiah’s out of nowhere ranting. Josiah’s head droops down, almost letting the bottle of Hennessey fall and smash onto the ground but he’s able to keep his grip on the bottle.
“I hope they do.”
The Notorious is able to lift his head up, giving off a sarcastic smile to his face before changing it back to the regular frustrated expression.
“Maybe I’m overthinking this, maybe I’m being jealous about everything, but participation trophies get you nowhere whereas I want to get somewhere. I’ve been wanting to get somewhere but has anyone tried to make that happen for me? Absolutely not, why would they wanna try that? Everyone forgot about me after I lost, everyone forgot the name of Josiah Andrew Scott, and nobody cared for someone that was going to be one of the up and coming talents in this company. Again, they neither cared nor they have forgotten and that puts me in this position, they point where the overthinking begins and I’ve got a fucking bottle in my hands like some alcoholic. I’ve really put myself to shame for this match, haven’t I? Then again, since when does anyone else care for what I do. They never did when I first showed up, they never did when I made that first impression and a loss is a loss, people like to judge too quickly. That’s on them though, they wanna make those quick assumptions? Sure, I can do that too.
I can do that too, and seeing all of these people in this fucking Purge Match? Yeah, I can make those quick assumptions too. It wouldn’t matter anyway to most because all I am is a blur to all. Look at Mark Hunter, one-liners are all he can produce. Seriously though, one-liners in the wrestling business, coming from someone who can act like a complete jerk? And he says he deserves better than this as well? Please, Mark, please for the love of god stop talking and just listen to yourself before you even speak. Can you hear it? Can you heart it in your god damn voice? Clearly, you have no idea what you’re doing. Clearly, you’re not trying to make those minutes matter and make sure your voice is heard. That, in itself, is fucking weird man. Who taught you those fucking mic skills, my man? If they told you that one-liners get you over quickly, they saw you as a comedy act- not a fucking hunter.”
Jah shook his head, disappointed with the comedy club’s worst act, but also remembering a man that was pulled from the match and realizing that the comedy club had even worse acts than One Line Mark. Thankful for Josiah, he doesn’t have to touch base with the Neo-Nazi on this night, nor would he even want to after the events of Twitter’s breakdown. Josiah moved to the porch chair that was set opposite of where he stood, taking a seat and being able to look up to the night sky, seeing the stars shine bright.
“Believe me, I’d like to think that most of the others in this match are worth the mentioning but shit, I don’t even remember who’s in this match right now. Maybe the Henny got me fucked up or I couldn’t be bothered by my ass remembering the worthless. Uhhh.. fuck.. Oh shit, yeah, that mute guy. The guy who looks like he’s another company’s freak… Arik! Yeah, that’s him. Too bad the guy can’t speak, because I couldn’t care less what anyone else but him has to say about this match. Poor guy had to get the GENERAL MANAGER OF THE NEW BRAND TO SPEAK UP.”
Josiah rolled his eyes at the thought of using a staff member of Project Honor to support someone in a match or even speak for them.
“This is like getting Caden Young to talk for me, maybe get an easy win out of it too with the right type of bribe.”
Josiah was able to laugh the comment off before he’d go back into his trance of thinking about other members of the match who might show up, taking a swig from the bottle of Hennessey that was still in his hand before placing it down onto the ground beside him. In his head, Josiah thought of the possible people he’s not brought up yet. Kallie Reznik came to mind, and as quick as it came to his head, it was gone again. Not memorable for anything, easily forgotten. Josiah thought some more, and some more and came up with Dex Griffin -- a man who looked like if Jason Momoa had hit the sperm bank and gave his sperm to some random hick. Once again, just like Kallie Reznik, he was easily forgotten in his head.
“For a match like this, they made sure there’s some easily forgotten names and faces in this. Must be my lucky day then, I’m sure there are some other names floating around like… uh… John Nash Strader’s niece. I think her name starts with a V, I can’t be certain on that. There’s also Seth Blackheart, an edgy name I know, but the guy spits less shit out of his mouth than the likes of that Knox guy. But that won’t matter for me, it doesn’t matter if I win or lose this because I’ll easily forget this match happened since it won’t take place in an actual wrestling ring under the bright lights of some arena. Once Project Honor knows what to do with me, they’ll finally see the true honor I bring to this ring, and soon, we’ll play again.”
Josiah smiles, taking one final swig from the bottle before looking directly into the camera’s lens.
“This is on you, Rocky, this whole thing is sitting on thin ice and I'm sure you wouldn't want those cracks to keep growing, will you? I didn't think so. Keep in touch.”
The feed quickly cuts to black.