Post by Jason Long on Jun 15, 2021 22:54:50 GMT -5
MAY 23RD, 2021 | JEUNESSE ARENA, RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL “Your winner… AND NEW FALLOUT PRIME CHAMPION...JASON….LOOOOOOONNNNGGG!!!” Those words alone- they’re implemented into the head of Jason. It’s been a very long time since Jason’s won a World Championship on such a higher grounded stage like Disputed Territory, not since his capture of the XHF X*Crown Championship back in December of 2019 he had a whole crowd behind him and continued to stand behind him in victory for a ‘world championship’. To him, it didn’t feel normal. He spent most of his time being booed out of any arena he was in, and rightfully so, he can still be booed to this day -- but alas, his championship win was the most warming celebration amongst the fans he has ever experienced. The night was his. The throne was his. The moment was his. Everything was The night belonged to him but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t share the moment with those around him and for who was around him right now, there was Savannah. Though the show went off of the air with the final shot showing Jason Long standing on the second rope with the fans screaming in unison and cheering on The King, once the feed went to black was when Savannah came running down to the ring, through the crowd of many as they created a path for her to walk through, as she entered the ring and stepped through the shards of glass and pools of blood right below her feet. The path leading to this moment was filled with anguish. From the methamphetamine to the overdosage, from the heartbreak to the painful silence that lasted for days, from the violent mental state to the broken down man just wanting to prove his own fucking point of him being the better man. It was all there. Jason slowly climbed down onto the ring apron and looked across the ring from where he stood, seeing the love of his life standing there and almost trying to hold the tears back- though clearly, she couldn’t. She was proud of him, more so than ever. The couple stepped closer to one another until they were just inches away from each other. Within that moment of silence between the two, Jason dropped the championship as if he were to toss the championship, and then the couple finally embraced with a hug. Jason, covered in the blood of not only himself but of Drago Santiago, lifted Savannah up into the air and began to spin her around, the crowd within the arena were loving the heartwarming moment between the two. The champion and the contender. “I told you that you could do it, and now look at you, on top of the world.” Her voice was like a soft whisper but even with the loud crowd noise coming from those in attendance, Jason was able to understand every word she spoke. Jason’s been to the top so many times, he’s been at the peak of every mountain he climbed, but to have the love of his life standing right beside him through this? It means something different to him. This wasn’t some sort of random person that was by his side, no, it was far from it. It was someone he’s spent the past couple of months with and within those few months realised that she was the one that he can spend a future with. Jason gently brought Savannah down and gently placed her feet down onto the shards of glass below the couple. “Come on, let’s get the hell outta here.” He spoke, reaching down and picking up Nathan’s championship. The title has seen some dark days during Nathan’s reign as the champion, the cult leader brought a reign of terror to Project: Honor and the championship that Jason holds has been through every single moment. With a smile on his face, he took Savannah’s hand and brought her out of the ring and through the crowd of fans that cheered the couple, much like they did for Savannah earlier on, they cleared a path for them to walk through before the sounds of ‘Kingslayer’ hit the speakers once more. Moments pass by until they find themselves backstage and heading to the backstage locker rooms and throughout their whole journey from Gorilla Position to the locker room, their smiles seem contagious to those that they walked past. Of course, there were the few sour people that they also passed by along the way but they never phased the moment, nor did they ruin the moment for them, as far as they were aware. They were the power couple of Project: Honor. There’s nobody that could match the same intensity that they shared, nobody could match the bond that they shared, nobody could match the same royalty that they shared with one another. But none of that mattered right now, they walked right into the room and Jason tossed the championship down onto the floor before collapsing onto the floor, though all of the good feeling in his body was just a blockage for the enduring pain he’s going through- there was something else. Jason, surprisingly, was unsure of how to take this but he felt something inside of him break. An old bond being broken? The sudden feeling of the harsh reality of what he’s done to an old friend? Honestly, he really didn’t know exactly how to describe it- “Baby, is everything okay?” -but just hearing her voice made him become lost in his own train of thoughts. I mean, who could have guessed just her voice could have that effect on him? Jason sure couldn’t have believed it but he wouldn’t complain about it ever, her voice brought a smile on his face as he rolled over onto his back and looked up to where he saw her staring down at him. “Do you need a hand or do you need to lay there for a minute or two?” she questioned, but it was a gentle tone to her question, because she knew the pain that Jason was going through after the war he just put himself through. “Just-” he groaned in pain from his stomach. “A moment please, I can’t tell if my organs are finally failing me or I’m just feeling the effects of everything hitting me at once now that the adrenaline is finally fading out of my system.” Savannah crouched down, bringing herself down to her knees as she grabbed onto Jason’s hand. Out of worry for his health, she seemed frightened. She’s seen Jason at his highest and at his lowest, and even then, it’s never been this bad. Not once nor ever. “Are things that bad?” she questioned, holding his hand. "I honestly cannot tell you how bad things are because…" letting out a deep sigh. "...I really don't even know myself at this point. I don't know how much pain I'll be in later. I don't know how much pain I'll be in tomorrow. Shit, I probably need a fucking doctor. Maybe even several. I'm not sure." As soon as those words escaped from his lips, his eyes began to close and he faded away into what could be a coma. The pain slowly crept up onto him and put him to sleep before he could even get back up to his feet, and now Savannah rushes around the backstage area in the hopes that she could find someone that’ll help him medically. Luckily, there’s on-side medical staff rushing to his aid to make sure that there isn’t anything too serious happening internally. His mind had gone blank, his body had stopped functioning, but at the end of the day. He was the successor of violence, the root of all evil there was on the Fallout brand, and now… their unsung hero. The King was a high-rolling success story within the past week and there were plenty more to come after tonight, if he were to survive. JUNE 7TH, 2021 | WEXFORD TOWN, COUNTY WEXFORD, IRELAND SAVANNAH. “I love you. Always. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to do the wrong thing here, I’m just… I don’t want you to be mad anymore.” 6:19 P.M. Not even a trace of where he had gone to, only known location was back in his hometown of Wexford, but even then he asked himself if it was enough. The only reason why he put himself there was to get away from all of the hassle of what was surrounded around him. Savannah seemed to have sided with the mysterious known person in the red mask; ironically known as ‘Redd’. With him on his travels back home were his younger brother, Nathan, who came home after spending a short amount of time in the United States to record the final episode of OWT Elysium before Uprising: Las Vegas. The arguments between Savannah and Jason were getting heated, viewable on Twitter and in personal life, which eventually left Savannah by herself in Ohio. Did he feel bad for leaving Savannah in such a vulnerable position in her life when she truly needed him? Yes, of course he did. He’d be a fool for thinking no. Jason sat in his emptied apartment complex home in Wexford Town, once a home for The King and his former fiance at the time, Hannah. Even being inside of the home, he could remember the moment he called the whole thing off and went on a god complex-type run with the XHF X*Crown Championship and became the hysterical Maverick people knew about throughout 2020. The King dropped his gear bag inside of the living room area of the apartment complex as Nathan slowly followed behind him, closing the door and locking it shut. There’s a moment of silence between the two siblings as they look to one another, with Jason giving Nathan a smile to show that he’s fine about everything happening but even Nathan can attest -- that’s not a smile of hope, that’s a smile of despair, trying to hold in his true emotions but it’s slowly deteriorating away into what truly lies within him. Jason once again tried his best to look confident in his decisions, moving into the kitchen area and opening up the cupboards, looking for something to drink. He’s not been inside of this home for almost a year and a half, he wouldn’t have a clue what could be inside of here, or if the only thing inside is the dust that has been collected for the past year and a half this home has been abandoned. Though, for the past six months, by the looks of how clean and tidy it’s been, Jason’s trust in his brother having the apartment to crash whenever anything happened seemed to have been the best idea he’s had. Jason reached into the refrigerator in the kitchen and pulled out two cans of Orchard Thieves, throwing a can over to his younger brother before cracking his own one open to take a large gulp out of it. “Jay, man. What happened back there?” he questioned but wasn’t getting a response, like Jason was ignoring the comment entirely. “I know that shit ain’t like you at all man, I know you wouldn’t fucking leave her like that. I know you wouldn’t fucking dip without a cause, something happened back there and I wanna know. Me and you can tell each other anything, man, just speak to me. We’re all alone now.” Nathan was right, they were alone but that didn’t stop Jason from just straight out and blatantly ignoring his younger brother. “Jason, for fuck sake man, I’m just trying to help you out here. You brought me here for a fuckin’ reason now spit it out. What the fuck happened back there in Ohio?” This time, there’s no ignoring it. There’s no ignorance within him to hold back what has been on his mind, but even then he feels as if he shouldn’t. Jason doesn’t want to drag people into his business when they shouldn’t be but in this instance- he might just have to. The King turned towards his brother and walked closer to him, his whole vibe changed from calm and collected to a more hostile and vicious mood. Something truly has snapped inside of his mind to act in such a manner as he etches closer and closer to Nathan. “If I ask you this one favour, I need your honesty in what we’ll be doing.” Jason placed his hand on Nathan’s shoulder. “I need you to stay with me through everything that happens and if things do go violent, you do not back out in the heat of battle.” Jason’s stern tone seemed to be very unusual to Nathan. He’s never taken such a serious tone with him before. Even in serious conflicts between the two, the fights that they’ve had throughout their lives, this was something much different -- and in Nathan’s own thoughts -- much darker than before. “Is this about Redd? He can’t be that bad now, can he?” “I don’t know how many there are, there could be multiples. That’s the mystery of wearing a mask.” “But he hides himself from the world,” Nathan exclaimed. “You’re the world renowned star that everyone knows the face of when they see you. When they look at you, they know who the fuck you are-” “That’s… not even the point.” Jason couldn’t do anything else but to face palm, and if he could have done it much harder, his hand would have gone right through his head. “The point I’m trying to make is that I need to make sure that I could get you involved in whatever happens on Fallout. I’m bringing you to the show. Even if Mike said it’s not the best thing to do since you’re meant to be in a championship match a few weeks after. I need to know if I can trust you in taking down anyone in our way.” “Man, are you fuckin’ kidding me? Of course I’m down to fuck someone’s day up.” A confident smile grew on Jason’s face, quite literally matching the grin on Nathan’s as well. “Now, who could be in our way and who are we trying to reach?” Though Nathan seemed enthusiastic about beating up whoever was willing to get in their way, Jason was distracted by his phone and considering he didn’t see the message that was sent to him almost two hours ago, he found it to be the right time to finally make contact with Savannah since he left the house almost twelve hours ago. JASON. “He’s not your fucking friend. Get that into your head.” 7:59 P.M. It was a haunting distraction to him, seeing how vulnerable that Savannah was and seeing how she was willing to be friends with such a thing, it was almost scarring onto Jason. The main reason for change was so he could be a changed man for Savannah and with her going down an already dark path that leads to Redd, he’s taking up his own responsibilities to keep her safe. Nathan clicked his fingers to gain the attention of Jason once again and it worked, knocking him back to reality. “You alright?” Jason took a deep breath, his stomach sank reading that message but he knew that he had to let go of his anger sooner rather than later. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Do you need me to repeat myself?” There’s slight hesitation with Jason but eventually, he broke the silence with- “Fuck it, yeah. Shoot ahead.” “Alright, if I’m going in on this fuckin’ suicide mission with you against whoever the fuck we’ve got to be fighting against then I need to know how many of the fuckers are there and who the fuck is going to fight us on the way?” “I don’t know, I really don’t. But at the moment, we’ve got a whole lot of fucking unwanted attention right now for it. Think about it this way, these lot are going to be Redd’s goons and might be easy picks off the streets that can’t even fight.” Jason takes another gulp from the can. “But we need to be on our toes for it, ain’t no mucking about or nothing of the sort. We’re going to try and do this before the main event and whatever meetings I might have with Christian DeMarco.” “So there’ll be distractions along the way…” Nathan shook his head. “Fucking shit, man. We need to do all of this before the main event too, a fuckin’ three match card as well. So trying to get Redd needs to be an ‘in and out’ job.” “I doubt this shit will be an ‘in and out’ job by any means. Quite frankly, it’ll be very much the opposite, it could take all night for all I know, Nate.” “Well, some of us have all night long to take a few pricks down whilst one is busy making sure he doesn’t prove to be a fluke.” “Very fuckin’ funny now, aren’t you?” Nathan cracks a smile. “Oh, I’m absolutely hilarious.” Jason found the humor of his brother to be entertaining, taking another gulp from the can and then chucking it into the bin. The game plan seemed to be set but Jason -- knowing how overprotective he is of him and his safety -- seems to be nervous about the whole operation but also, he’s the only person that he could trust right now. Though he questioned it earlier, he knew damn well that Nathan wouldn’t let him down at all or even turn on him. Jason went to check his phone and saw a brand new message for him from Savannah. SAVANNAH. “I was going to say something, but I don’t really want to piss you off any further. I love you. I’ll give you some space for now.” 8:06 P.M. It was definitely hard to read such a thing from someone that you’re meant to truly love the most, and even painful to know that all of this began over the overprotectiveness of Jason for her, just because all he wanted for her was safety from everything that tried to corrupt her in any way shape or form. Nathan took notice of Jason on his phone but he didn’t dare to ask if it was Savannah on the phone to him, but instead insisting on giving him some space. “If this is for her, then we’ve got a whole lot to do, mate.” Jason sighed at the comment. “I think I’m doing the right thing.” “Do you think or do you know?” There’s a moment of pause from Jason. “...Neither.” “I know you want to protect her but she’s her own person, haven’t you thought about her possibly suckering that bastard in?” Nathan brought his arm around Jason’s neck, their same height is very much visible when they stand closer together. “If she can, we can track down the cunt a whole lot faster that way. Hide in the shadows and make sure to not be seen.” “Don’t you think that’s gonna be a little bit difficult when one of us is literally the fuckin’ champion of the brand and will be spotted within seconds of entering the arena?” “I mean…” Of course, Nathan didn’t think that through. “...yeah, you’re right.” “Look, we’ve got a few days at least. Let’s just make sure that after tonight, we’ve got a game plan.” “-and we will, but I’m fuckin’ knackered and I need to rest. Surprised you haven’t passed out already by now anyway.” Nathan says as he places down his half-emptied can of Orchard Thieves. “But oh well, you have your fun depression session, I’m going to sleep. Peace, man.” With those final words of ‘encouragement’ from Nathan, he soon slips into the bedroom and closes the door behind himself. Jason, on the other hand, brought himself another can of Orchard Thieves. Jason had a whole lot to think about ahead of what was coming to him at the next episode of Fallout. There’s a whole lot on the plate, and even though his title isn’t put up for grabs, there’s a whole lot on the line too. Jason pulled out his phone once more and decided that now is the time to reply back to the message with- JASON. “I love you. Always.” 8:35 P.M. When I say I’ll do something, I fuckin’ do it. When I focus on something, I fuckin’ take it. I stand before each and every single one of you as the Project: Honor Prime Champion but let me explain to you that I for sure do not feel like a winner right now. After the events of Fallout a few weeks ago, I feel as if I’ve been embarrassed because I’ve apparently “bitten at the hand that fed me”. A fucking crock of shit from the profounded ‘general manager’ that’s supposedly for the people. He’s someone that’s supposed to be there and support me for what I’ve done. I helped- no-- I fucking saved this brand. I fucking saved this company. I do not get to be treated like shit for stuff that’s been said in passing, in a moment of frustration that’s been heavily accounted for in the past, but oh well. I guess it’s going to be a trial by combat. DeMarco wants to bring his shit show higher up and because of the good champion he’s had, he gets to put his only good fucking champion up in the air and pray to fucking god he fucks up somehow. Christian DeMarco. I think you’re a piece of shit scumbag and I hope that sometime soon, I hope you fucking die. But either way, let’s play into your stupid fucking game, DeMarco. Put me against the opponent I have at the pay-per-view and see how I can take control of this, put me against my girlfriend that I really fucking cherish with all of my heart, don’t you fucking love torturing me now, DeMarco? Is this how you’re going to try and get into my head by doing this? Oh man, you don’t even fucking know the half of it. Quite literally, all of this has backfired on you because if you think that this makes me worried then you’re easily mistaken. If you think that me being against either of these two makes me somewhat stressed out? Very fuckin’ easily mistaken. Let’s paint the picture very much for you because here’s the thing about this entire match. Kayla Richards. I really do not care for right now so putting her in this match is very much irrelevant. I face her at the pay-per-view and I know she’s spitting her usual shit of “Yeah, I beat you at Wired Consequences” or “Yeah, I did that to you and what are you going to do about it hah”. I really do not care for it, Kayla. I honestly do not care for your presence in this match. I will keep myself out of your way because I do not give one fuck, two fucks, or many types of fucks about you, your presence, or what you bring to the table. I don’t care if you think this is a handicap match, I don’t care if you think this is fair, I don’t care if you wanted this or that. Once again. I do not care. But for you, Savannah, this is like a life or death situation for yourself. Baby, we’ve been down this road before and we know what happens in situations like this and whether or not you might like it or you don’t, I always come out on top and you should be the one who knows this better than anyone else right now. This is how we make or break things, this is how we do things around here and seeing you in this match -- I know you don’t want me to go easy on you but I won’t be going easy on you. This won’t be an easy game for myself and you, and I know how much this means to you. You want the win? Fight for it. You want this more than I do? Kill me for it. I don’t care. Neither do I standing in front of this camera and having to do all this shit for fucking DeMarco. Here’s the fuckin’ kill list for everyone right now, from bottom of the list to the very top. - Kayla Richards, she can wait until the pay-per-view. - Christian DeMarco, he’s a fucking honky and can choke. - Whoever is there next week for me, because clearly this match ain’t worth the damn. - Redd. It’s going to be fucking anarchy when it comes to Fallout and I don’t even need to speak on the match. -and what was it that you said, Christian? That line you told me before the main event of Disputed Territory? “Chaos reigns supreme.” ...and I’m going to turn Fallout into my own chaos supremacy playground. You fucked up, you pay the toll. All fuckin’ hail The King. |
