Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe | The New Beginning Story | 1.1
Jan 26, 2021 23:51:29 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Jan 26, 2021 23:51:29 GMT -5
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I am a sinner
Who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
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A new beginning.
After the number of places that Jason has been in, it’s no secret that he’s not new to doing his style of introduction, places like The XHF Network and Wrestleworld to Omega Wrestling Alliance and even Project Honor itself. The company’s first peek at the world-renowned megastar was being one of the Purge Masked Men in the Purge Match at Unbreakable Resolution, and even making it known that at the Draft Show, he’s a full-time member of the Project Honor roster and be exclusive to the secondary brand, Fallout. The hardcore brand was welcoming to The King and his never say die attitude, being accustomed to his will to do anything and everything to succeed and survive for as long as possible, a well-known trait to Jason. This was his first time however walking into a brand new company without being called “Maverick”, the old moniker was gone and in its place was his government name.
Fallout was just a couple of days away, and between then and now, was the XHF Awards show- which is exactly where we The King spent all of his night at, inside of the Seawolf Sports Complex as he watches everyone collect their awards and speak out upon their speeches and how they deserved the award they’ve won, and although none came for The King just yet, there was just something in his head that was biting away at him and that was his match coming up this Thursday night. As he sat at his own table with a couple of others, he excused himself from the table and headed to the bar, looking to grab himself some more drinks. Upon reaching the bar, the barman already had become accustomed to Jason’s usual drink as he took his seat at the bar and hung his head low.
“There are two things guaranteed in life. Death and taxes- but you know what else you might be guaranteed to? You’re also guaranteed to make some sort of introduction here and there, maybe in a school when you’re young and you’ve to stand up in front of the entire class and tell them what your name is. Maybe at a party or at a night club trying to talk to someone you’ve met for the first time, there’s a whole load of examples I could use right now but they’re all the same really. They’re all the same. We’ve been down that road, take a look at those on the Fallout Roster, don’t you think they’ve all got to give their shares of being in that same spotlight if having to make the first impressions. That’s what they all say, the first impressions are made to last and you never get a second chance to make a first impression. I’ve been down that road and I’ve made sure that my first impression has been made to last, but with a roster like this, it’s going to be a hard first impression to make. This is a challenge I’ve got coming up, two of the hardest hitting women on the roster and two women I sure as fuck will make sure they won’t be overlooked at all.”
The barman handed Jason his drink -- a bottle of Heineken -- with the cap taken off of it, the condensation poured down the neck of the bottle as Jason picked it up, swirling the bottle around before taking a large swig from it, his mouth filling up with the alcoholic beverage before letting out a soothing sound upon bringing the bottle away from his lips and planting it down onto the countertop of the bar. In the background is one half of the XHF Tag Team Champions; Anthony Caffrey’s elongated speech about the Tag Team Division in the XHF, and also hearing his name being dropped out of nowhere. Jason sighed, hearing his name being dropped from such a narcissistic man’s lips, and realizing what the context of the whole speech was for truly.
“Victoria Strader, the niece of John Nash Strader and the self-proclaimed True Outlaw of the Strader family. Man, the fucking Straders… It’s never fucking ending with you cunts, is it? There’s always one that’s here and there, a new one is found on my fucking feed every day of the week. The Strader Family is like COVID, they’re fucking everywhere. Either way, when I look at Victoria, I can seem someone with talent if they wanted to work on Bang Bros and can come up with a sexy way of saying ‘What are you doing, step-cousin?’ because how am I willing to believe that someone like her is able to actually wrestle when her family is full of inbred pieces of shit just scattered all over this damn company. Queen Vee, my fucking arsehole. Nothing makes her a queen at all but I’m supposed to stand here and take shit from this bitch? She dares to mock my own fucking moniker and then have the fucking audacity to tell us to not overlook her? Well shit, we’re in a fucking pickle now, aren’t we? Introduce your entire family, that’s a fucking brilliant plan, ain’t it? Give us a rundown of each and every one of the cunts and give us a fucking reason to care about them, please, I beg of you because all they do is cause shit on Twitter and pick fights with others for no fucking reason, like…”
Jason pulls out his phone and begins to type away, bringing up the screenshots of both Scott Nash Strader and Meghan Nash Strader, and although these are two different people, the message they tried to share has the exact same meaning.
“A family of fucking misfits and absolute loonies, like what the fuck is wrong with the whole fucking lot of you? I’m supposed to take Queen Vee as a serious threat when she’s so shoved head first up her family’s shit-filled unwiped ass crack that everything she spouts out of her mouth is completely filled with her family’s shit-infested fucking lies. And you’d be absolutely insane to believe any of the shit they’re going to say but oh well, this company hires fucking anyone just look at Sara Cross for fuck sake, lousy good for nothing teenage beggar bitch who just wants to sleep with most of the damn roster and gain their trust. Sex wasn’t even fucking good, to begin with, she kept squirming because it was her first time, the bitch flinched more times than a rape victim still recovering from the damn trauma. Look at me, Vicky, you have me all fucking riled up now because all I can think about is your pathetic, good for nothing, wankstained, piece of shit family.”
His fist curled up into a ball and slammed it down onto the countertop, but the more he breathed, the quicker he calmed down and kept himself tranquil. Another deep breath before he could open his eyes and see the bartender looking back at Jason with a worried look on his face, giving him the thumbs up before taking another swig from the bottle and placing it back down.
“Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Kasey Winterborn. Damn, I can’t beat Kasey, I fucking quit.”
Jason’s quick little smile gives the impression of the joke being made and some walls being broken somewhere.
“I might as well add in some jokes whilst I have them in my head, right? I’ve actually been a fan of yours for quite a while, Kasey, and having you in my debut match is quite the honor- but the last couple of weeks, if not a month or so, I’ve been seeing you all over my feed with someone named… Lil Petey? Who the fuck is that? This the guy they’re getting to replace Tory Lanez? Fucking hell. Either way, Kasey, what is there to say about you? A beautiful redhead like you and a damn good body- I’m drawing away from the point entirely, but Kasey, as someone who’s the adopted sister of Phoenix Winterborn- Yeah, I’d wish my parents fucking died sooner so I wouldn’t have to live to experience that or even be in that fucking car. Fuck sake, I know for a first impression, and being a flirt to you, bringing up your parents, and wishing you’d die with them is not the right path to go down but shit, it’s better than having Nolan around, huh? I’m not trying to be the asshole here, but I said what I said and I promise that I won’t pull the same shit on you as I did with Sara just to open her legs for me to smash- and before you say anything, no I didn’t fucking force her if that’s what you think I mean, I just used her just to get my fucking dick wet. I’d do the same to you but I actually have respect for you and I actually have sympathy for the shit you gotta put up with. Like fuck, that’s rough, Kasey.”
Out of the blue, Jason hears a voice calling over to him from back at the table he once sat at.
“Well then, that’s my cue to leave. Anyway, the folks at Project Honor are sure to have a wonderful time with me on their god damn doorstep because I’m the bastard redheaded step-child they wished they fucking aborted in the first place when they had the chance. I’m not going to tell you who the fuck I am either, you all should know it by now. I’m Jason fucking Long, I am The King of Professional Wrestling and I’m going to make my first impression last a god damn fucking lifetime and that promise I made at the Draft Show about winning all of those championships?”
Jason leans in and brings the tone of his voice down to a whisper.
“I’m going to make them come true very fucking soon, because when you come at the king-- you best not miss a beat. See you soon.”
That smile grew back on his face as Jason grabbed the bottle of Heineken by the neck and carried it over to the table full of irregular faces to those that watch Project Honor primarily, but Jason took a seat right beside his ex-girlfriend and good friend, Rebecca Brookes. Placing an arm around her and kissing her on the cheek as they watch Felix Ziko step up onto the stage to announce the newest member to the AWF Hall of Fame, it was one that Jason has been feeling like it was his moment and his time to shine, and by the way, he was sitting in his seat, he was ready to collect his Hall of Fame ring and plaque. Jason took one final swig of the bottle as the newest member to the Hall of Fame was announced as…
“...KIRA IZUMI!”
...and within that instant, Jason spat out anything that was in his mouth, and all over the white cloth that covered the table he sat at, with both a shocked but disgusted look on his face as the only words he could utter from his mouth was simply:
“FUCKING WHAT!?”
Fade to black.
After the number of places that Jason has been in, it’s no secret that he’s not new to doing his style of introduction, places like The XHF Network and Wrestleworld to Omega Wrestling Alliance and even Project Honor itself. The company’s first peek at the world-renowned megastar was being one of the Purge Masked Men in the Purge Match at Unbreakable Resolution, and even making it known that at the Draft Show, he’s a full-time member of the Project Honor roster and be exclusive to the secondary brand, Fallout. The hardcore brand was welcoming to The King and his never say die attitude, being accustomed to his will to do anything and everything to succeed and survive for as long as possible, a well-known trait to Jason. This was his first time however walking into a brand new company without being called “Maverick”, the old moniker was gone and in its place was his government name.
Fallout was just a couple of days away, and between then and now, was the XHF Awards show- which is exactly where we The King spent all of his night at, inside of the Seawolf Sports Complex as he watches everyone collect their awards and speak out upon their speeches and how they deserved the award they’ve won, and although none came for The King just yet, there was just something in his head that was biting away at him and that was his match coming up this Thursday night. As he sat at his own table with a couple of others, he excused himself from the table and headed to the bar, looking to grab himself some more drinks. Upon reaching the bar, the barman already had become accustomed to Jason’s usual drink as he took his seat at the bar and hung his head low.
“There are two things guaranteed in life. Death and taxes- but you know what else you might be guaranteed to? You’re also guaranteed to make some sort of introduction here and there, maybe in a school when you’re young and you’ve to stand up in front of the entire class and tell them what your name is. Maybe at a party or at a night club trying to talk to someone you’ve met for the first time, there’s a whole load of examples I could use right now but they’re all the same really. They’re all the same. We’ve been down that road, take a look at those on the Fallout Roster, don’t you think they’ve all got to give their shares of being in that same spotlight if having to make the first impressions. That’s what they all say, the first impressions are made to last and you never get a second chance to make a first impression. I’ve been down that road and I’ve made sure that my first impression has been made to last, but with a roster like this, it’s going to be a hard first impression to make. This is a challenge I’ve got coming up, two of the hardest hitting women on the roster and two women I sure as fuck will make sure they won’t be overlooked at all.”
The barman handed Jason his drink -- a bottle of Heineken -- with the cap taken off of it, the condensation poured down the neck of the bottle as Jason picked it up, swirling the bottle around before taking a large swig from it, his mouth filling up with the alcoholic beverage before letting out a soothing sound upon bringing the bottle away from his lips and planting it down onto the countertop of the bar. In the background is one half of the XHF Tag Team Champions; Anthony Caffrey’s elongated speech about the Tag Team Division in the XHF, and also hearing his name being dropped out of nowhere. Jason sighed, hearing his name being dropped from such a narcissistic man’s lips, and realizing what the context of the whole speech was for truly.
“Victoria Strader, the niece of John Nash Strader and the self-proclaimed True Outlaw of the Strader family. Man, the fucking Straders… It’s never fucking ending with you cunts, is it? There’s always one that’s here and there, a new one is found on my fucking feed every day of the week. The Strader Family is like COVID, they’re fucking everywhere. Either way, when I look at Victoria, I can seem someone with talent if they wanted to work on Bang Bros and can come up with a sexy way of saying ‘What are you doing, step-cousin?’ because how am I willing to believe that someone like her is able to actually wrestle when her family is full of inbred pieces of shit just scattered all over this damn company. Queen Vee, my fucking arsehole. Nothing makes her a queen at all but I’m supposed to stand here and take shit from this bitch? She dares to mock my own fucking moniker and then have the fucking audacity to tell us to not overlook her? Well shit, we’re in a fucking pickle now, aren’t we? Introduce your entire family, that’s a fucking brilliant plan, ain’t it? Give us a rundown of each and every one of the cunts and give us a fucking reason to care about them, please, I beg of you because all they do is cause shit on Twitter and pick fights with others for no fucking reason, like…”
Jason pulls out his phone and begins to type away, bringing up the screenshots of both Scott Nash Strader and Meghan Nash Strader, and although these are two different people, the message they tried to share has the exact same meaning.
“A family of fucking misfits and absolute loonies, like what the fuck is wrong with the whole fucking lot of you? I’m supposed to take Queen Vee as a serious threat when she’s so shoved head first up her family’s shit-filled unwiped ass crack that everything she spouts out of her mouth is completely filled with her family’s shit-infested fucking lies. And you’d be absolutely insane to believe any of the shit they’re going to say but oh well, this company hires fucking anyone just look at Sara Cross for fuck sake, lousy good for nothing teenage beggar bitch who just wants to sleep with most of the damn roster and gain their trust. Sex wasn’t even fucking good, to begin with, she kept squirming because it was her first time, the bitch flinched more times than a rape victim still recovering from the damn trauma. Look at me, Vicky, you have me all fucking riled up now because all I can think about is your pathetic, good for nothing, wankstained, piece of shit family.”
His fist curled up into a ball and slammed it down onto the countertop, but the more he breathed, the quicker he calmed down and kept himself tranquil. Another deep breath before he could open his eyes and see the bartender looking back at Jason with a worried look on his face, giving him the thumbs up before taking another swig from the bottle and placing it back down.
“Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Kasey Winterborn. Damn, I can’t beat Kasey, I fucking quit.”
Jason’s quick little smile gives the impression of the joke being made and some walls being broken somewhere.
“I might as well add in some jokes whilst I have them in my head, right? I’ve actually been a fan of yours for quite a while, Kasey, and having you in my debut match is quite the honor- but the last couple of weeks, if not a month or so, I’ve been seeing you all over my feed with someone named… Lil Petey? Who the fuck is that? This the guy they’re getting to replace Tory Lanez? Fucking hell. Either way, Kasey, what is there to say about you? A beautiful redhead like you and a damn good body- I’m drawing away from the point entirely, but Kasey, as someone who’s the adopted sister of Phoenix Winterborn- Yeah, I’d wish my parents fucking died sooner so I wouldn’t have to live to experience that or even be in that fucking car. Fuck sake, I know for a first impression, and being a flirt to you, bringing up your parents, and wishing you’d die with them is not the right path to go down but shit, it’s better than having Nolan around, huh? I’m not trying to be the asshole here, but I said what I said and I promise that I won’t pull the same shit on you as I did with Sara just to open her legs for me to smash- and before you say anything, no I didn’t fucking force her if that’s what you think I mean, I just used her just to get my fucking dick wet. I’d do the same to you but I actually have respect for you and I actually have sympathy for the shit you gotta put up with. Like fuck, that’s rough, Kasey.”
Out of the blue, Jason hears a voice calling over to him from back at the table he once sat at.
“Well then, that’s my cue to leave. Anyway, the folks at Project Honor are sure to have a wonderful time with me on their god damn doorstep because I’m the bastard redheaded step-child they wished they fucking aborted in the first place when they had the chance. I’m not going to tell you who the fuck I am either, you all should know it by now. I’m Jason fucking Long, I am The King of Professional Wrestling and I’m going to make my first impression last a god damn fucking lifetime and that promise I made at the Draft Show about winning all of those championships?”
Jason leans in and brings the tone of his voice down to a whisper.
“I’m going to make them come true very fucking soon, because when you come at the king-- you best not miss a beat. See you soon.”
That smile grew back on his face as Jason grabbed the bottle of Heineken by the neck and carried it over to the table full of irregular faces to those that watch Project Honor primarily, but Jason took a seat right beside his ex-girlfriend and good friend, Rebecca Brookes. Placing an arm around her and kissing her on the cheek as they watch Felix Ziko step up onto the stage to announce the newest member to the AWF Hall of Fame, it was one that Jason has been feeling like it was his moment and his time to shine, and by the way, he was sitting in his seat, he was ready to collect his Hall of Fame ring and plaque. Jason took one final swig of the bottle as the newest member to the Hall of Fame was announced as…
“...KIRA IZUMI!”
...and within that instant, Jason spat out anything that was in his mouth, and all over the white cloth that covered the table he sat at, with both a shocked but disgusted look on his face as the only words he could utter from his mouth was simply:
“FUCKING WHAT!?”
Fade to black.
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I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
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