Post by PH RECORDS on Nov 29, 2020 17:49:45 GMT -5
Let’s pretend for a second here. Hell on Earth was the monumental show for Project: Honor. Featuring some fantastic matches that so many people loved. A triple threat Grand Championship match that featured deserving talent. A ladder match for the Warrior Rising Championship that went above and beyond all expectations, with an amazing warrior rising above all to become the initial champion. It was a show for the ages, oh and Myojin was amazing in his match with a very threatening, non-wussified rapper. What a show, one for the ages!
Okay, open your eyes now. What a delightful dream, wasn’t it? Your hearts filled with that warm, fuzzy feeling, didn’t it? There’s a reason why reality is always more interesting. Sure, there was a Grand Championship triple threat match.. It kind of sucked. Could you pick three lamer people to headline this show? These are your stars? The ‘warriors’ in the Warrior Rising Title match? Frauds. They spent more time trying to figure out how to set up the ladder than doing actual wrestling moves. Well done, you imbeciles. Myojin was there too, apparently. He took on Malibu’s Most Wanted in a match that contained fans leaving to take a shit as their major highlight. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much.
Still clinging to that dream? Too scared of the nightmare it became? Find your safe space, eat your tofu, bleach your teeth, and turn away. Imagine this, the only match people actually watched without the urge to urinate or sleep. Caden Young walked in as the great little hope. He can kick, so he must win, right? The flipping, the dancing. He was so damn entertaining.
Why just give away the result though? Let’s hear the truth.
--Rofflestomp Ranch--
--Wrestleworld--
“Hell on Earth, what a fairy tale. I’ll admit, I walked in with the belief that something big was going to happen. I looked into his eyes while he was warming up for his match with Caden Young, and it really dawned on me. It wasn’t the Colton Saint that the world was expecting. He wasn’t the playful redneck, or an anarchy-driven man. He had so much fire inside of him that I couldn’t touch his skin without getting a third degree burn. As I looked into his eyes, I expected the fire from him, thinking that he was going to enter the match like a maniac, swinging for the fences from the opening bell. What I saw, it was different. His eyes were cold as ice. He was methodical. His mind was set on one thing, victory. As much as people can harp on the man for being a little too chaotic, a little unhinged, he knew exactly what he had to do in order to defeat Caden Young. He knew that it wasn’t his heart that was going to get him to put down Caden, but his mind. It was like watching art come to life.
I can’t stress this enough though. I don’t have any issues whatsoever with Caden Young. Sure, he’s a lost little dog wanting to impress the Beautiful Mastermind. There’s just something about low-level management that makes me feel so..sorry for him. I feel bad for anybody who fail so miserably in their life that they have to become an assistant to anything. Yet there we were. ”
A smile emerges from the lips of Kimberly Chase. Just thinking about the unique dynamic that Colton Saint had going into his match at Hell on Earth, it gave her goosebumps. She adjusts the covers to ensure that there’s no wardrobe malfunction here. Her smile turns into a full grin as she continues speaking about what she saw.
“Then the bell rang. It was there in front of all of us. Warfare at its finest. A battle for a Championship, a battle of pride. We’ve seen it in the movies, we’ve seen it on television. The valiant hero taking on the unstoppable monster. Caden Young was your Oberyn Martell. Flashy, charismatic, with the silver tongue and the heart of a warrior. He flipped his way around to the adoration of the audience. However, what he didn’t know, and certainly didn’t expect was a Mountain. He got comfortable, he got cocky, and next thing you know, he entered a world of pain at the hands of the Dark Horse himself, Colton Saint. It was amazing, baby.”
A sense of elation erupts in her eyes as she looks at Colton, resting her head on the chest of him.
“For months, I have been telling everybody until I’m blue in the face that when given an opportunity, I will not take it lightly. There’s nobody like me in the business anymore. Everyone wants to be fun and silly, I want to win. Jason Terrance, dude, why are you even here? I mean let’s deep dive this thing, shall we? Your illustrious story here began with a match against Tommy O’Connor. You barely squeak by the guy in just enough time to qualify for the match at Hell on Earth. You won a crappy match that nobody cared about while I toyed with Dickie Watson. Maybe my confidence got the better of me, maybe the Little Dancer that could outsmarted me for that brief second. End of the day, I was on the outside looking in, while someone like you found a way to the main event of a Pay Per View. Congratulations.
Then we finally met. I carried that sad sack of shit, Myojin on my shoulders and single handedly demolished you and Dickie. I got tired of playing around with you idiots, and introduced the world to the enraged monster that I seem to become in that ring. A couple of those beautiful powerbombs, and you finally reached your natural state, on the mat, looking at lights. It all became real to you, didn’t it? You were longer the main event threat, but just fodder for a real fighter. So, to redeem yourself, you decided that you just had to show why you belong by facing..Lil Petey. Oh boy. While you were lingering in the lower midcard status where you belong, I was main eventing, ripping apart Elijah Copeland piece by piece.
You and I have absolutely nothing in common. I’m not going to be some elitist here and make claims that because I make more money than you, that you don’t belong in the same ring as I do. I’m not even going to say that because you’re some unathletic oaf, that you don’t have a place in this company. Everyone needs someone they can look down their nose at. Everyone needs someone to laugh at. You find solace backstage with your co-workers, and pretend that they are going to be there for you after Project: Honor eventually ‘wishes you the best in your future endeavors’, where you can get a cheap payday for a few months on the independents while doing interviews telling the wrestling world how big of a piece of shit Colton Saint is for ruining your chance to become a star.
While you’re begging for opportunities in the future, I’ll still be here. I’ll still be in this same spot, calling the shots, wrecking lives and stopping dives. I will take every single member of the Project: Honor roster and I will send them to Powerbomb Hell. I will enjoy every second of the pain, the agony, and the sorrow that those idiot fans will be showing. You won’t see me at a state fairground, getting paid in hot dogs while hocking cheap merchandise out of the trunk of my car. Nah, you know that will never happen.”
With a shit-eating grin on his face, Colton slowly removes his arm from around Kimberly, resting his hands over the covers. There’s such an air of confidence to the man, he truly believes everything he says about himself. He will dominate Jason Terrance again. He will move onto so much more, and make the lives miserable of all who cross him.
“Jason, I want you to know this now, so you’ll be prepared when you do the podcasts, the interviews, the cheap in ring promos on the independent scenes when you’re let go. You will not refer to me as an asshole. You will not refer to me as a cheater. You will not refer to me as a backstabber, a liar or a politician. You will refer to me, very simply...as…”
Colton gives a firm smile as Kimberly pulls the covers aggressively, taking them all for herself. Laying on the bed, completely naked with the Project: Honor X-Factor Championship draped from the bottom of his stomach all the way down, between his legs down to his calves. Thankfully, it’s covering everything, so no censorship is needed here.
“Champion.”
A hysterical laugh comes from Kimberly Chase. She was wondering where that Championship belt went. Her hand slides over the covers, resting it on the chest of Colton. Intensity is in her eyes as she looks him over, but it’s not time yet.
“Get the dirty thoughts out of your head. This is the only time where it’s okay for you to stare. Look at his legs. The muscles bursting out for all to see when he chases down the competition, making them regret even looking in my direction.”
Kimberly reaches down, slowly moving her finger across the front of his leg. She moves them up past the knee and hip, touching his abdomen.
“Look at him. Chiseled, perfect. My man is in such peak condition that he can fight all night and day until he’s done playing with you. Jason Terrance, you were winded before you even got into the ring. You spent more time leaning on the ropes, gasping for air when you grabbed that tag rope last time he was in the ring. You weren’t even the legal man, and you needed to be put on oxygen. You got your wish though, five times if I’m not mistaken. Each time he powerbombed you in that match, the air got a little bit thinner up there, didn’t it? By the time he was done with you, you looked like a sad, beached whale.Do yourself a favor, hit the gym, eat a salad, do something! You’re just not going to measure up against the Dark Horse of Professional Wrestling.”
Kimberly smiles as she looks up towards Colton, who doesn’t seem pleased with the energy of Jason Terrance, much less his cardio performance.
“HE’S FAT!!!”
His eyes intensified with dislike towards Jason Terrance. Kimberly laughs hysterically at his outburst before continuing. Her hands move past his pectoral muscles before resting a hand along his shoulder.
“Then there’s his shoulders. So broad that you can call him Atlas. He carries the weight of the company and the wrestling business across them. Without the Last Breathing Outlaw, the company would fail. It would fall, it would be forgotten. Thankfully for you, Jason Terrance, he is here. He is the man that you can thank. If you can find a way to garner the stamina to get off the ground and kneel, you can praise him. You can beg to the tree that gives the golden apples. Praise him, Jason.”
Moving from his shoulders to his strong arms, gently rolling her fingertips down to his hands, Kimberly continues watching Colton with a pure smile. A pure angel she is.
“My favorite thing about him..Well, second favorite of course. His hands. So strong, yet so giving. He holds the future of Jason Terrance in his palms. At Proving Grounds, we get to see him raise those hands, elevating you to heights that you’ve never seen before. His hand will hold open for all of the world to see you for what you truly are, a small bug just waiting to be crushed. As soon as the hand closes, darkness will become you, until you exist no longer. You cannot prepare for him, Jason. You cannot pretend that you’re ready after the thrashing he gave you a month ago. You’re not going to be there, and you will not succeed. You will become extinct, just like everyone else who steps in his path..”
After moving her hands back up his arms, she pulls it around her as she rests her hands and head on his chest. Looking up at Colton with adoring eyes, Kimberly awaits for the poetic finale from the Dark Horse.
“I don’t have shit all to tell you, Jason. You’re just not worth my time.”
Kimberly glances at Colton with slight confusion, she expected more from him in terms of insulting Terrance. He gives her an aggressive tug on the chin, forcing her to grimace a little before laughing hysterically. The laugh is contagious, as Colton begins his powerful laughter as well. The match is a joke to them. Bring on the real competition, bring on Myojin, bring on Dickie, bring on someone who Colton actually wants to pound the face of.
For a guy who main evented Hell on Earth, Jason Terrance isn’t even close to being on Colton Saint’s radar. In the eyes of the Last Breathing Outlaw, Jason Terrance is nothing more than a toilet bug who fluked his way to a pay per view payday. Lucky him, but the gravy train will come to a complete stop at Proving Grounds. No more freebies, Jason Terrance, if you want to become relevant, you’re going to have to beat Colton Saint. It just isn’t going to happen. With all the luck dwindling down, and the fifteen seconds of fame coming to an end, it’ll be back to the preliminaries for a weak talent like him.
He will lose, and he will lose royally. Say goodbye to the charity case. Say goodbye to Jason Terrance.
Okay, open your eyes now. What a delightful dream, wasn’t it? Your hearts filled with that warm, fuzzy feeling, didn’t it? There’s a reason why reality is always more interesting. Sure, there was a Grand Championship triple threat match.. It kind of sucked. Could you pick three lamer people to headline this show? These are your stars? The ‘warriors’ in the Warrior Rising Title match? Frauds. They spent more time trying to figure out how to set up the ladder than doing actual wrestling moves. Well done, you imbeciles. Myojin was there too, apparently. He took on Malibu’s Most Wanted in a match that contained fans leaving to take a shit as their major highlight. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much.
Still clinging to that dream? Too scared of the nightmare it became? Find your safe space, eat your tofu, bleach your teeth, and turn away. Imagine this, the only match people actually watched without the urge to urinate or sleep. Caden Young walked in as the great little hope. He can kick, so he must win, right? The flipping, the dancing. He was so damn entertaining.
Why just give away the result though? Let’s hear the truth.
--Rofflestomp Ranch--
--Wrestleworld--
“Hell on Earth, what a fairy tale. I’ll admit, I walked in with the belief that something big was going to happen. I looked into his eyes while he was warming up for his match with Caden Young, and it really dawned on me. It wasn’t the Colton Saint that the world was expecting. He wasn’t the playful redneck, or an anarchy-driven man. He had so much fire inside of him that I couldn’t touch his skin without getting a third degree burn. As I looked into his eyes, I expected the fire from him, thinking that he was going to enter the match like a maniac, swinging for the fences from the opening bell. What I saw, it was different. His eyes were cold as ice. He was methodical. His mind was set on one thing, victory. As much as people can harp on the man for being a little too chaotic, a little unhinged, he knew exactly what he had to do in order to defeat Caden Young. He knew that it wasn’t his heart that was going to get him to put down Caden, but his mind. It was like watching art come to life.
I can’t stress this enough though. I don’t have any issues whatsoever with Caden Young. Sure, he’s a lost little dog wanting to impress the Beautiful Mastermind. There’s just something about low-level management that makes me feel so..sorry for him. I feel bad for anybody who fail so miserably in their life that they have to become an assistant to anything. Yet there we were. ”
A smile emerges from the lips of Kimberly Chase. Just thinking about the unique dynamic that Colton Saint had going into his match at Hell on Earth, it gave her goosebumps. She adjusts the covers to ensure that there’s no wardrobe malfunction here. Her smile turns into a full grin as she continues speaking about what she saw.
“Then the bell rang. It was there in front of all of us. Warfare at its finest. A battle for a Championship, a battle of pride. We’ve seen it in the movies, we’ve seen it on television. The valiant hero taking on the unstoppable monster. Caden Young was your Oberyn Martell. Flashy, charismatic, with the silver tongue and the heart of a warrior. He flipped his way around to the adoration of the audience. However, what he didn’t know, and certainly didn’t expect was a Mountain. He got comfortable, he got cocky, and next thing you know, he entered a world of pain at the hands of the Dark Horse himself, Colton Saint. It was amazing, baby.”
A sense of elation erupts in her eyes as she looks at Colton, resting her head on the chest of him.
“For months, I have been telling everybody until I’m blue in the face that when given an opportunity, I will not take it lightly. There’s nobody like me in the business anymore. Everyone wants to be fun and silly, I want to win. Jason Terrance, dude, why are you even here? I mean let’s deep dive this thing, shall we? Your illustrious story here began with a match against Tommy O’Connor. You barely squeak by the guy in just enough time to qualify for the match at Hell on Earth. You won a crappy match that nobody cared about while I toyed with Dickie Watson. Maybe my confidence got the better of me, maybe the Little Dancer that could outsmarted me for that brief second. End of the day, I was on the outside looking in, while someone like you found a way to the main event of a Pay Per View. Congratulations.
Then we finally met. I carried that sad sack of shit, Myojin on my shoulders and single handedly demolished you and Dickie. I got tired of playing around with you idiots, and introduced the world to the enraged monster that I seem to become in that ring. A couple of those beautiful powerbombs, and you finally reached your natural state, on the mat, looking at lights. It all became real to you, didn’t it? You were longer the main event threat, but just fodder for a real fighter. So, to redeem yourself, you decided that you just had to show why you belong by facing..Lil Petey. Oh boy. While you were lingering in the lower midcard status where you belong, I was main eventing, ripping apart Elijah Copeland piece by piece.
You and I have absolutely nothing in common. I’m not going to be some elitist here and make claims that because I make more money than you, that you don’t belong in the same ring as I do. I’m not even going to say that because you’re some unathletic oaf, that you don’t have a place in this company. Everyone needs someone they can look down their nose at. Everyone needs someone to laugh at. You find solace backstage with your co-workers, and pretend that they are going to be there for you after Project: Honor eventually ‘wishes you the best in your future endeavors’, where you can get a cheap payday for a few months on the independents while doing interviews telling the wrestling world how big of a piece of shit Colton Saint is for ruining your chance to become a star.
While you’re begging for opportunities in the future, I’ll still be here. I’ll still be in this same spot, calling the shots, wrecking lives and stopping dives. I will take every single member of the Project: Honor roster and I will send them to Powerbomb Hell. I will enjoy every second of the pain, the agony, and the sorrow that those idiot fans will be showing. You won’t see me at a state fairground, getting paid in hot dogs while hocking cheap merchandise out of the trunk of my car. Nah, you know that will never happen.”
With a shit-eating grin on his face, Colton slowly removes his arm from around Kimberly, resting his hands over the covers. There’s such an air of confidence to the man, he truly believes everything he says about himself. He will dominate Jason Terrance again. He will move onto so much more, and make the lives miserable of all who cross him.
“Jason, I want you to know this now, so you’ll be prepared when you do the podcasts, the interviews, the cheap in ring promos on the independent scenes when you’re let go. You will not refer to me as an asshole. You will not refer to me as a cheater. You will not refer to me as a backstabber, a liar or a politician. You will refer to me, very simply...as…”
Colton gives a firm smile as Kimberly pulls the covers aggressively, taking them all for herself. Laying on the bed, completely naked with the Project: Honor X-Factor Championship draped from the bottom of his stomach all the way down, between his legs down to his calves. Thankfully, it’s covering everything, so no censorship is needed here.
“Champion.”
A hysterical laugh comes from Kimberly Chase. She was wondering where that Championship belt went. Her hand slides over the covers, resting it on the chest of Colton. Intensity is in her eyes as she looks him over, but it’s not time yet.
“Get the dirty thoughts out of your head. This is the only time where it’s okay for you to stare. Look at his legs. The muscles bursting out for all to see when he chases down the competition, making them regret even looking in my direction.”
Kimberly reaches down, slowly moving her finger across the front of his leg. She moves them up past the knee and hip, touching his abdomen.
“Look at him. Chiseled, perfect. My man is in such peak condition that he can fight all night and day until he’s done playing with you. Jason Terrance, you were winded before you even got into the ring. You spent more time leaning on the ropes, gasping for air when you grabbed that tag rope last time he was in the ring. You weren’t even the legal man, and you needed to be put on oxygen. You got your wish though, five times if I’m not mistaken. Each time he powerbombed you in that match, the air got a little bit thinner up there, didn’t it? By the time he was done with you, you looked like a sad, beached whale.Do yourself a favor, hit the gym, eat a salad, do something! You’re just not going to measure up against the Dark Horse of Professional Wrestling.”
Kimberly smiles as she looks up towards Colton, who doesn’t seem pleased with the energy of Jason Terrance, much less his cardio performance.
“HE’S FAT!!!”
His eyes intensified with dislike towards Jason Terrance. Kimberly laughs hysterically at his outburst before continuing. Her hands move past his pectoral muscles before resting a hand along his shoulder.
“Then there’s his shoulders. So broad that you can call him Atlas. He carries the weight of the company and the wrestling business across them. Without the Last Breathing Outlaw, the company would fail. It would fall, it would be forgotten. Thankfully for you, Jason Terrance, he is here. He is the man that you can thank. If you can find a way to garner the stamina to get off the ground and kneel, you can praise him. You can beg to the tree that gives the golden apples. Praise him, Jason.”
Moving from his shoulders to his strong arms, gently rolling her fingertips down to his hands, Kimberly continues watching Colton with a pure smile. A pure angel she is.
“My favorite thing about him..Well, second favorite of course. His hands. So strong, yet so giving. He holds the future of Jason Terrance in his palms. At Proving Grounds, we get to see him raise those hands, elevating you to heights that you’ve never seen before. His hand will hold open for all of the world to see you for what you truly are, a small bug just waiting to be crushed. As soon as the hand closes, darkness will become you, until you exist no longer. You cannot prepare for him, Jason. You cannot pretend that you’re ready after the thrashing he gave you a month ago. You’re not going to be there, and you will not succeed. You will become extinct, just like everyone else who steps in his path..”
After moving her hands back up his arms, she pulls it around her as she rests her hands and head on his chest. Looking up at Colton with adoring eyes, Kimberly awaits for the poetic finale from the Dark Horse.
“I don’t have shit all to tell you, Jason. You’re just not worth my time.”
Kimberly glances at Colton with slight confusion, she expected more from him in terms of insulting Terrance. He gives her an aggressive tug on the chin, forcing her to grimace a little before laughing hysterically. The laugh is contagious, as Colton begins his powerful laughter as well. The match is a joke to them. Bring on the real competition, bring on Myojin, bring on Dickie, bring on someone who Colton actually wants to pound the face of.
For a guy who main evented Hell on Earth, Jason Terrance isn’t even close to being on Colton Saint’s radar. In the eyes of the Last Breathing Outlaw, Jason Terrance is nothing more than a toilet bug who fluked his way to a pay per view payday. Lucky him, but the gravy train will come to a complete stop at Proving Grounds. No more freebies, Jason Terrance, if you want to become relevant, you’re going to have to beat Colton Saint. It just isn’t going to happen. With all the luck dwindling down, and the fifteen seconds of fame coming to an end, it’ll be back to the preliminaries for a weak talent like him.
He will lose, and he will lose royally. Say goodbye to the charity case. Say goodbye to Jason Terrance.