Post by Jason Long on Apr 20, 2021 22:55:22 GMT -5
Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold Can't look away, can't look away Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed Don't know if you love me or you want me dead Push me away, push me away Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah FALLOUT IV: AFTERMATH APRIL 8TH, 2021 | RADES, TUNISIA Let me run it back for a minute because shit got real extremely fucking quick here. “AND YOUR WINNER...SAVANNAH...SUUUUUUUNNNSSHIIIIINNNNEEE!!!” Yeah, didn’t everyone think it’ll be sunshine and rainbows from here on out? “Drago is eyeing her up like she is Sunday brunch!!!” Didn’t everyone think it wouldn’t come down to this- only believing it to be a friendly competition? “You move...and not only will I break her arm...I will snap every finger she has. Do you understand me?” What would you have done in the situation where the love of your life is trapped in your friend’s clutches and her life is almost at risk? “Ope! Pyro is out here now. And we know he has some unfinished business with Drago Santiago.” Wouldn’t you believe that someone seemingly looking to save the day was how the score was to be settled? “Is this Pyro becoming...human? Is he feeling sympathy? Or is this just him taking the opportunity to pounce on the Champion?” Wouldn’t you do anything to save her? Wouldn’t you trust anyone to make sure she was safe? ... I thought the same fucking thing. “THE PYRO MASSACRE!!! FIREBALL TO THE FACE!!!” I really fucking did. “What the hell just happened here. Did...did Pyro come out to help Drago?” A knife in my back. A friend of mine lost. All hope of a good reunion was broken. Shattered hopes and dreams are all I could feel. I wanted to believe it to be a false narrative playing out in my head like it was a daydream -- a nightmare, if you will, but at the end of the day there was only one lie out of all of this. Nathan’s promise -- to never ever touch me or even lay a hand on me. Some days, you're the best thing in my life Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife Then you turn into somebody I don't know And you push me away, push me away, yeah Call me in the morning to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive APRIL 12TH, 2021 | CANTON, OHIO There've been better days for Jason and Savannah as they arrived back home to The King’s Penthouse, still feeling the disgust of what happened the past Thursday night in Tunisia, and not even speaking a word to one another since touching back down into the country. The silence wasn’t awkward, there wasn’t any fighting taking place between then and now, but the process of accepting what happened at the last Fallout show -- Savannah hadn’t taken it as hard as Jason might have with what he saw with his own eyes. In that instant flash, he saw an old friend of his turn from the man he once knew to the man he can’t even recognise anymore. Nathan was someone that’s been by Jason’s side for years, not someone to strike without a reason, and any problem that Nathan saw with Jason was always met with a telling off on what to do and not to do. If this was his way of telling him to not interfere in his matches or to help his love, then he did it in a way that Jason wasn’t prepared for or even knew Nathan to do. Maybe the Island really changed him for the worse. There was a reason why he, along with MYOJIN and Jason, were banished from the Island and that was the pact that those three were sticking together. They’d stick together through anything no matter what and they did that but with this new Drago Santiago, there’s just something that isn’t ticking the same way, it’s not right whatever it may be. Could something have driven him into insanity? It might have, and it was noticeable by the tendencies he shared with a cult leader, and Jason’s not seen that side of Nathan since The Cure. Sometimes the cure was far worse than the disease, and if Jason had the disease, he’d risk fucking lives to make sure that Nathan was just his old self. Now that the thought quickly rushed into his head, was Jason the reason for this side of Nathan to be unleashed again? All these thoughts in his head was the reason he kept silent, Savannah might have been thinking of other things and might have even been worried for Jason himself. His constant glances over to her unpacking her suitcase showed that he was concerned for her, maybe more than she was concerned for him, but then again - Jason hadn’t a clue what was going on in her head. He wasn’t the perfect man for judging someone by the body language but if the vibe is off, then he can easily spot it out. Jason opened his mouth to speak, but he choked on his own words, if he had any to even speak with. The only thing that came out of that mouth was a yawn, that was for sure the jet lag kicking in on Jason and he sure did feel tired after all the flights and trips he had taken in advance of coming home. Tunisia to Walsall, England to Dublin, Ireland and then back to Canton, Ohio. In the next couple of days, he’d take the same path of flights from Canton to Dublin and end up in Goiania, Brazil. Maybe Jason needed the time away from the ring for his own safety, for his own sanity, for his own sake -- but even thinking about what happened in Tunisia was making him feel like pulling his hair out of his head, that White Wedding he took was forceful and the impact knocked him out upon hitting his head off the ring mat. Clearly, he was in his head, he was always in his head, no matter what he did to get him out of it. Jason opened his mouth again to speak… and again, he couldn’t find the words to use. “How much of this has gone to your head that you find the need to not speak to me?” Savannah finally broke the silence between the two as she turned to face Jason, who was just about to step out of the room and make his way into his office to sort out some business papers concerning his wrestling school back in Ireland. “I-” his attempts of even speaking are shot down and he just lets out a sigh. “I understand what might be going through your head, it seems like you’ve taken it tough on yourself. But whatever you do, don’t blame yourself for it, it wasn’t your fault at all.” “I wouldn’t say I was blaming it on myself. Most have been thinking about how to even react to any of this, I’m still in the middle of even processing it.” “The emotions are that strong?” “I don’t think you realise what me and Nate had, shit was like a bond of brothers, and nobody could fucking seperate us no matter what they did to do it.” “It seems like something did anyway.” “Yeah…” exhaling through his nose. “I really don’t know what’s snapped into his head but I should have known better than to do something during that match. I shouldn’t have gotten up on the apron. I was a fucking fool for it.” “Why did you do it anyway? I was fine.” “No, you weren’t, I’ve shared the ring with that man before and let me tell you -- if he stomped that arm, you would have been fucked.” Savannah grabbed onto her arm and began to rub it up and down, she never knew the extent of what Nathan was able to do and much rather she didn’t want to know but considering the fear she could sense in Jason’s voice, the outcome would have been horrific. “It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re fine now but between myself and him, I doubt this shit is far from fucking over.” “He’s going to be there too. What are you going to do if he tries the same thing again?” “I wish I could say that he wouldn’t want to fucking try that shit again,” shaking his head from side to side, knowing the truth. “But I know how stubborn Nate can be, and I know how violent he can be, and I know that encounter won’t be the last of it’s kind. So I advise you to stand back, as much as you want to be by my side and to help me, you’ve seen what he can do and he has no problems hiring you.” “I understand that but-” “No, Savannah. Just no. I cannot afford to take that risk. Not in a million years.” “I can fight my own battles!” “You cannot fight this one. I had to save you from it.” Savannah sat there in silence, even she could admit that the truth was being spoken. Though, she kept silent due to the harsh tone that came from Jason’s mouth. There wasn’t innocence, there wasn’t any positive vibe coming from him, that look in his eye was threatening. Absolutely fucking threatening. His right eye twitched but even Savannah could put any notice to it. “I’m just… I’m just so sorry. I wanted to help you.” But with her tone turning into sorrow, into sadness, as if she was about to weep tears from her eyes -- the frustration that showered over Jason quickly faded away as he came to the realisation of what he’s just done. Quickly bringing himself to his knees, he grabbed onto her hands and looked up to her face, seeing the tears beginning to build up in her eyes but she just moved her head to avoid eye contact. “Savannah, I’m sorry. There’s no need for you to be sorry about this at all. I’m just…” slamming his fist down onto his knee. “It’s so fucking hard to keep emotions bottled up, eventually they just slip through and I hurt the wrong person, and that’s what happened.” “Why are you bottling it all up? You know I’m right here to talk to you about this.” “I know that, I know. It’s just a personal habit of mine to bottle things up and never speak about it with others. I’ve been like that since I was young, it just happens and I’m out of control when I do it.” “Maybe we might need to work on that…” “I’m sure we will at some point, but right now, I need to get to thinking.” “Thinking about…” Jason kept silent to his thoughts. “Jason.” “I can’t just talk about it right now since we’re in the same match, I’m still trying to think about the fact that we’re in a fucking Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal.” “...wait what?” “Yeah, we’re in the same match.” “Oh.” “Oh?” “Oh nothing, just gotta start… planning.” Jason raised an eyebrow with her comment. “Planning?” “Yeah, planning--on kicking your butt in this match.” Jason, playing along with Savannah’s games as the over dramatic boyfriend, is taken back by her words. How dare she say such things, how dare she do this to him, and over the girl scout cookies too? Tragic. Jason picked up Savannah from underneath her, lifting her up into the air and dropping her back down onto the mattress of the bed, her giggling was heartwarming to Jason and seeing her smile was all he needed to bring his spirits back up again. “Do you really think you’re going to beat me so easily?” “I don’t think it, I know it!” The playfulness of the couple as they ruffled around with one another on their king-sized bed felt like a preview of what was to come in this Battle Royal, or maybe even a repeat of what happened on Candyland Extravaganza. There might be smiles and laughter now, but depending on how the next Fallout show in Brazil goes down, it might not be ending in the same way. Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand You're looking at me like you don't know who I am Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand Still beating APRIL 18TH, 2021 | DUBLIN, IRELAND. “If you’re going to kick me, try kicking harder than that.” In the heart of Dublin City rested a wrestling school made from an abandoned video game arcade, and that school was born to become the Immortality School of Wrestling -- a school started up by Jason back in 2019 during the few months he took a break from wrestling for. The school has brought out some of the best talents there’s ever been, as has Jason himself, from Next Level Wrestling’s Scott Hampton to Omega Wrestling Alliance’s Rebecca Brookes which he personally trained herself during the time they dated in 2020. The school was closed for the day, as it always is on a Sunday, but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a training session in play behind closed doors. Jason was back in Ireland and he made sure that he came on a day where the school was closed as it was his brother’s only request to be trained. Nathan was one to be shy, social anxiety-ridden and wasn’t too good with the fact that people might judge him if they watched him. “Still new to it, fucker.” Nathan chuckled. “Anyway, if I’m learning how to kick from you, says a lot when you say I don’t kick hard enough, huh?” Of course, as brothers, they’re always going to mock one another. That’s what brothers do. “Hey now, I didn’t come here from the states to be insulted by my methods of training.” “I’m just sayin…” Jason huffed, taking a swig from the bottle of water in the corner. “Alright, alright. Try a roundhouse kick again.” Nathan took a deep breath and looked to his brother, aiming right for his hand that was just about at the same height as his shoulders, he twisted his body around and lifts his leg up into the air -- landing the kick perfectly on his hand -- but stumbling over and falling to the mat. Jason shook his head with a smile on his face. “That was perfect, but your execution could be better, we’ll have to work on trying not to fall over.” “Come on, Jason, cut me some slack at least.” Nathan exclaimed as he picked himself up off of the mat. “I’m still new to this, and I’m bound to fall on my face or my ass at some point, sure you might have done the same when you did it.” “I’m not saying I never did that when I was starting off, if anything, I couldn’t reach up that far sometimes and landed right down on my arse. Nobody’s perfect, you don’t learn it overnight.” “So why are you picking on me for doing the same shit?” “Because I can.” Jason laughed as he backed away from Nathan and gave him his space. “Arsehole,” he exclaimed. “Now what next? Do some flippy shit and bounce around the ring like a rubber ball?” “Not exactly, Nate.” “Oh, still the basics, is it?” “Well duh, you can’t even hold your balance and you think you’re going to be springboarding all over the place?” “I mean, it was worth the attempt.” “Making you lift your foot up into the air and land a strike was the real test of balance -- and you absolutely bottled it, so you did.” Nathan gave a simple tut to Jason as a reply, along with shaking his head from side to side. “Now, let’s give that a try again. This time I want you to keep your balance no matter what.” “Really? We’re doing this again?” “Yeah, duh.” Nathan sighed as he prepared himself to land the kick again, this time making a running start and leaping in the air to land the kick to Jason’s hand. Nathan lands on both feet but he stumbles back and into the ropes, almost falling out of the ring if he hadn’t caught himself by the ropes. “FUCK SAKE!” “Oi, don’t be like that now, trial and error, mate.” Nathan once again picked himself up off of the mat, “How the fuck do you even nail that landing? Like, that’s just fucking effort, man.” “It’s hard at first, as I’ve said on numerous occasions, and it took me a while to perfect the landing.” “Jay, I’ll be real with you, I doubt I’m cut out for this wrestling shite.” Letting out a deep sigh. “I know I’m not gonna nail it the first time but I already feel like giving up now, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to continue, for fuck sake.” So, this is where I slap him silly across the face and call him a fucking idiot. “Look,” placing his hand on his back. “Why don’t you take a breather over there and meet me back here in about what… ten or fifteen minutes? Gives you time to soak it in, gives you time to yourself and lets your mind be at ease. I’m not forcing you to be great on the first round, we’ve all gotta start somewhere.” “Nah, I’m staying. I’m not fucking done with this shit.” Of course he would. “Right, now, let’s hope that you don’t fall against the ropes again.” “I doubt I might wanna end up like you on Thursday, stumbling against the ropes and probably falling over them.” “A battle royal is very different, and to be frank, I’ve not been in one much like a Table Battle Royal.” Resting his hand on the back of his neck. “I guess as long as I stay away from any fucking table then I’m fine.” “I’m sure you’ve been through many that it’s a breeze to you.” “Absolutely fucking not.” “When will I be put through one?” “Fucking never.” “Fuck sake.” “It’ll be more difficult when there’s like ten people to be focusing about.” “Oh yeah, there’s like other fuckers as well in that thing.” Brushing his fingers through his hair. “Don’t you got Havoc in that thing? I’m sure he’s been waiting since Final Destination for your ass to come through, mate.” “Sadly yeah, I do. I’ve heard a lot of people been asking me for why I did what I did back then and to be frank… even I don’t know why I did it. If he wanted an answer, he can come to me directly for one, but I’m sure he’s already painting me like I’m fucking judas. If he wanted to be careful, he’ll know not to step out of line with me, very easy for me to call up Chris Hansen and get him behind bars like he’s EDP.” “Damn, he fiddles with kids?” “His girlfriend is fucking eighteen! Same age as you, Nate.” “What the fuck…” Jason shrugs his shoulders. “Dude’s an alright kinda guy if he wasn’t hiding behind the paint. I don’t care for him though, he’s not worth the time. I want Pyro’s head. I want that fucker’s head on a silver platter. Cunt thought it was cute to side with the Prime Champion.” “Pussy boy, is he?” “Definite pussy boy.” “Of course he is.” “Siding with the champion because by himself, he’s fucking useless. What a fucking joke of a person. Absolute dumb cunt. Nobody fucking cared about that guy anyway, he even admitted to burning his partner and his daughter-” “And they have this guy contracted?” “Yeah, I guess.” “What the fuck…” Jason once again shrugs his shoulders. “I’m hoping that Julius is going to help me burn that prick into the fucking ground but also, after that, it’s fair game. I like the dude, he’s pretty hilarious with the way he’s going around saying MOTHEFUCKER like that” “Fair game, huh?” “Yeah, fair game.” “Now what about Savannah?” Jason pauses his word process. “Really?” “Well yeah, y’all gonna be opponents in this match, right?” “I mean, yeah.” “And you know there’s only gonna be one winner, right?” “Good job, Sherlock. You know how a wrestling battle royal works.” “Well… takes a special kind of way to have both winning.” Jason’s eyebrows raise up. “I’m listening-” “Not the point, Jay! You fucking simp.” “...prick…” “Anyway, if you really want this match to go your way -- then take out the biggest opposition you’ve got and then work on the bottom-feeding bitches. You know those types, the likes of Eli Atlas or Daniel Horror.” “They’re pretty decent, especially Daniel Horror.” “Stop fucking lying to yourself, mate. Are you really that dumb?” “I mean, yeah, maybe.” “Fucking gobshite.” “Look, this match is just nothing to me, a battle royal to be on the front of a cookie box. Besides… I don’t even like fucking raspberry, you know that better than I do!” This time it’s Nathan that shrugs his shoulders. “I mean, you’re not wrong. You fucking hate that shit.” “Worst fruit made.” “But I thought there was this whole thing that the winner might receive another prize…” “Who gives a flying fuck about DeMarco’s hobo ass.” “Oop-” “Nah, fuck him. Fuck that prick. Fucking idiot doesn’t know how to run a show. Should belong in an insane asylum.” “Oh come on, he’s not that bad, is he?” “Oh yeah, he is.” Nathan’s eyes roll as he leans against the ropes as Jason turns his back against him, almost like he’s talking to himself. “All I care about is getting my fucking hands on that backstabbing prick, nobody else but him, and DeShit-o better make sure there’s a damn line of security blocking the way because Drago rolled the damn dice and I will roll his fucking head off his body.” “Dammmn… okay… I see you. Here’s the thing, you gotta be careful of the unexpected though, that shit will hit you like a train if you don’t watch yourself.” “You know what… you’re right. I do gotta watch my back.” Jason slowly turned around to face Nathan. “Now, where were we-” And out of nowhere is a Running Enzuigiri from Nathan! Catching his brother on the jaw with the kick and The King is down! “Like I said, expect the unexpected.” “You…” holding his jaw as he sits up. “You fucking cunt.” Nathan laughs as he sits down on the mat and watches Jason trying to get back up to his feet as the scene slowly fades to black. Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go |
