Post by Jason Long on Jul 13, 2021 22:36:29 GMT -5
They send me away to find them a fortune
A chest filled with diamonds and gold
The house was awake, the shadows and monsters
The hallways, they echoed and groaned
A chest filled with diamonds and gold
The house was awake, the shadows and monsters
The hallways, they echoed and groaned
Caught right from his blind spot...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...And there it was, the death by roll up, and the only thing killed was a good first impression.
Failure to make that first impression last was something that Jason didn’t have intended. The first impression made within the debut match was one that stung him in a harsh manner. Not wanting to allow himself to be caught up with that same impression forever. Jason just couldn’t let it happen.
There was no problem with the victor of the match, Kasey Winterborn, but to allow himself to be caught up in the heat of the moment and to be rolled up in such a quick manner -- that was the kicker for Jason. He knew what would be awaiting him at the pay-per-view. He knew what he would have to be entering and even then, the vast amount of men and women in this match seemed less threatening to him the more he read through the list of competitors within the Tyrant Chamber. Names of those he’s never heard of before, names of those he has heard very little about, all of them not being a fearful competition to the self-named King of Project: Honor, at least to him anyway. His vision of other people compared to others can be a massive difference, and it was considering he truly did not care for the match at all, even going as far as not even showing up to the event.
For someone that’s been crowning himself as a ‘king’, what does that mean for the name of tyranny? One of Fallout’s top talents doesn’t even think about competing in the match, doesn’t even want to show up to the match, doesn’t care for the match at all and hasn’t even spoken about the match publicly. That simple impression alone shows how much clarity that Jason needed to know what’s worth it and what’s not, and a simple namesake of being the self-claimed ‘tyrant’ within the company just wasn’t worth it to him. That rather large ego of his proved to be his weakness when heading into The Crowning event in a couple of days, letting his ego affect his training heading into the Tyrant Chamber seemed like it would have cost him so much and frankly, it did. There was no focus heading for it.
Jason saw it as any other match for himself. A brush off. Something to be easily forgotten in a couple of months, hell, he was willing to forget it before it even happened. To completely forget a match like this proves it’s worth, right? Proves how much it means to be in such a clusterfuck shit fest of a match, as he would have put it in his own words.
Jason knew the trip would bring him close to home, with the event being in the heart of England’s capital of London, he was able to take the time to bring himself back to the school he brought to life -- The Immortality Pro Wrestling School -- able to walk through it’s doors and keep a large smile on his face. On a friday afternoon, the school was packed out. People of all ages entering into the ring and beginning their training sessions, the older generation seemingly preparing themselves for a humbled future within the squared circle and those of the younger generation looking to be trained in the basics, some holding school bags with the time just reaching after school hours in Dublin. When the school began in 2019, nobody would have expected it to be as popular as it is today, not even Jason had expected these kinds of turnouts on a daily basis.
Opening up a school in the heart of Dublin City seemed like a hit or miss moment and Jason was awaiting for the moment when it would all turn to a failure, but eventually, it’s since upgraded from it’s first days. Once a home for an arcade, now a professional wrestling school, this building has gone through a rags to riches story within the past two years. Some of those who’ve seen the glow up of this once abandoned building love to make the comparison of how Jason came from nowhere to where he is today.
Jason took a few steps more into the school, looking around him and soaking in the atmosphere, breathing in… and breathing back out again, closing his eyes as he does and allowing the moment to be fully soaked in.
All of this was worth it. Every single second has been worth it.
“YES LAD! FUCKING YES!”
And just hearing those words in the background felt even more worth it.
“Would ya look who it fuckin’ is, yeah?” That voice sounded very familiar to Jason as he heard it coming closer to him, opening his eyes and finding his childhood friend, Dominic, walking over to him. That cheerful tone was just the cherry on top of everything.
“Knew ya wouldn’t be far away with that thing happening in London in a few days. How’ve you been, Jace? It’s been what…” A slight pause to think. “-a couple of months since I’ve seen ye? I heard what happened to the mother a while back, sorry for the loss and everything, it was hard to see you go through that. Would’ve been down there if it wasn’t for the fact that I was already out of the country doing something, I wanted to make it back in time but I just couldn’t.”
Jason kept a smile on his face, bringing his hand out and gesturing to keep calm. “Dom, mate, it’s perfectly fine. I guess things happen and that… yeah, that happened. I wish it didn’t but it did and it does hurt me a little trying to think about what happened…” Jason then sighed, leaving himself to go quiet, a tear being shed as it ran down his face- but once being able to speak, he was able to keep the same tone as before. “After all, she would have loved to have seen this in the state it’s in right now. Mint condition and always busy. You know my ma by now, she would have loved to have seen me help out others, she was always like that when I was growing up. Making me want to do things that are helpful to others.”
“And you’re doing just that by building this place from scratch, son.”
“Yeah… I have, haven’t I?” Jason was well enough pleased with his surroundings, pleased with how well the school has turned out.
“Come through, blocking the fuckin’ door you are, we’ll make it up to the balconies up there and have something to eat. By the way you’ve been thinning yourself up there, you look like you could get something to fuckin’ eat.” Dominic chuckled to his own comment, as did Jason as they headed off to the side and up a flight of stairs, leading into the break room of the school that seemed empty at the time.
“So how’ve things been around here, mate?”
A question asked just as Jason makes it to the last step along the stairs before finding himself in the break room and cafeteria, Dominic turned his head to face Jason with that cocky smile on his face, “To put it simply, as they do say, ‘business is booming’ and it’s been a blast being one of the trainers here. Some of the people that do decide to come through the doors have been putting on excellent performances. Even those who start off as a whole load of slouches have begun to pick up the pace. I’m sure once they’ve seen you standing in the doorway there, they’d begin to put themselves into a bit of maximum effort, aye.”
Once they’ve made it through the doors into the break room, the duo walk over to the edge of the balcony and take a seat at a nearby table that gives the view of the whole school from above. Jason was amazed with how every single person training was giving their all, it’s like what Dominic said, they were pushing out their maximum effort into proving their worth. Jason’s never seen such a group of men and women all wanting the same goal in mind. To impress the head coach.
“Heard you’re gonna be a tyrant, yeah? How’s that treating you, going from a supposed king to a tyrant.” The sarcasm within his voice couldn’t be any clearer.
“I’ve never heard of such bullshit in my life, I’m telling you, mate. LIke come on, a match to prove who is worthy of being the tyrant of the company, it’s like they saw the word ‘tyrant’ and thought about how it could be worth calling someone that.” Keeping the smirk on his face as he shakes his head. “Shit, I don’t even feel like competiting in the fuckin’ thing, mate. I know what the word means and I can be assured, I am no tyrant of any kind, I left all that bad shit behind. I’m not cruel or any kind of oppressor. Dom, be honest with me, when you look at me…” Jason slowly stands up and gestures towards himself. “...do you see a dictator or a fuckin’ tyrant?”
“Nah mate, too pure for that.”
Jason laughed at the comment, even though he knew that he wasn’t pure at anything. “Nah, for real, Dom. I want to know if you think I have a chance to become a Tyrant.”
“I mean…” There's a slight pause from Dominic as he chooses his words carefully, Jason soon turning his head around to glance over at him. “...if this was about- a year ago or maybe more, I would have believed it to be true. You would have been a fucking phenomenal tyrant with how you handled things back then, but now? Nah, you’ve changed up too much. You know better now than being a tyrant to anything.”
“Yeah, you’re right actually,” Jason took a seat and pulled out his phone. Beginning to scroll through his messages and typing away - which Dominic took notice of but decided to keep his mouth shut - seeing the smile on Jason’s face was something he’s not seen for a very long time. Not a smile like that anyway. That’s a different kind of smile, one that Dominic has seen on Jason’s face one too many times in his past. “Think we could head out in a bit and grab a few pints? I’ve been dying for one since I came back into the country, mate. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind tagging along and seeing how that would go down.”
“Absolutely mate, just like old times, yeah?” Dominic nodded his head. “And maybe you can bring your ‘friend’ along with you too.”
Jason looked up to Dominic with a confused look on his face, “...fucking who?”
“Come on, mate. I know that smile from anywhere on you. What’s her name? Do I even know her?
“Mate, you’re fucking wild, you are.” Jason chuckled to himself as he placed his phone down onto the table. “Her name is Savannah, if that’s what you wanted to know. I doubt you’d know who she is either way. Professional wrestler like us, used to be a little bit popular years ago but kind of fell off, she’s an absolute sweetheart.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve absolutely fallen head over heels for her, have you?” Dominic leaned in closer and kept a smile on his face, sort of giggling to himself as Jason shakes his head. “Wouldn’t want you jumping to conclusions with someone and ending up falling apart before it could really kick off. You’ve had plenty of those before in your life, mate.”
“Not yet, but man, she’s fuckin’ beautiful. If I could… I would honestly marry her based on looks. And that’s not even a fuckin’ lie, mate. I know I’ve said that before about plenty but come on, this is just… she’s the one.”
“Look, mate,” Dominic soon stood up and pulled the chair back under the table. “As long as things go right for both of you, and you’re happy with her if you decide to hook it off with her, then I’ll be happy for you. You’re like a little brother to me, and I hate to see you hurt in any kind of way like you’ve been in the past, just keep yourself in check as well, right?”
Jason looked at Dominic, staring right at him and reflecting on the past that he brought up - and what a tough time it was for him back then - but with Jason shaking his head and keeping a slight little smirk on his face, Dominic knows that smile is confirmation that he didn’t go too far by bringing up the traumatic moments in his life. Jason lifted his phone up from the table and unlocked it, Dominic began to make his way down the set of stairs they walked up earlier. Jason began to type out a message for Savannah as he walked over to the door to the stairs. A confident smile began to grow on his face before hitting send and heading down the stairs to meet with Dominic.
JASON – TODAY AT 4:17 P.M.
Yo. If you’re still free by next week, I’ll be back in the states. We can meet up then. Sounds good?
✓ Sent.
Yo. If you’re still free by next week, I’ll be back in the states. We can meet up then. Sounds good?
✓ Sent.
I sat alone, in bed till the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease
“FUCK!”
That singular word echoed throughout the backstage area of Coliseo Cerrado in Peru, and judging by the loud, brash, and strongly Irish accent to the roar from out of nowhere - it’s easy to tell that the anger-filled echo came from Jason - after finding out that his match with Kayla Richards has now become a Triple Threat match with the addition of Savannah Sunshine to the match, resulting it in becoming a match for both the Project: Honor Prime and Noble Championships. The frustration has gotten his blood boiling and right behind Jason is his close friend, Dominic. Taking the championship away from him before he could chuck it at the nearest wall he could.
The series of events that lead to this match becoming what it is now has been painful to say the least, from his brother being attacked by the goons of Redd and Jason taking a heavy knock to the head after the show went off the air, to now his championship unsanctioned match having the additional member of Savannah into the mix, it’s all beginning to slowly take it’s toll on the champion as Jason takes a seat on the couch and places his head into his hands. Dominic, taking a seat right beside Jason, brings his arm right behind his back and becomes the shoulder for him to rest on.
“Mate, don’t stress too much about this. Maybe this is a good thing to happen, a test it’ll be but it’s a test of trust and -” Dominic simply shakes his head and then drops it. “This is just a bad predicament to be in, Jace. A very bad predicament to be in. That fucker that runs this place… DeMarco or something… yeah, he knew what he was doing and knew how that would have fucked you up. Made you pick the stipulation and then added Savannah to the mix to throw you off your game.”
Jason didn’t want to hear it, he didn’t want to hear the excuses, he didn’t want to hear what Dominic had to say to try and confront him. The plan had now backfired right in front of his face and has left himself in a tight vulnerable spot. “Jace, I promise you that this’ll all work out in the end if you just listen to me for a second-”
“HOW THE FUCK CAN I?!” The sudden outburst from Jason makes Dominic lean back and away from him, a feeling of shock runs through his body hearing that burst of anger from Jason, it’s been too long since he’s felt that much intensity from him. “This was meant to be me and Kayla, this was meant to put her out for good, and to put her out of my fucking sight for good. I know the dangers of this shit and I know it’s traumatic, it’s barbaric, and it’s vile. Any other match, any other day, and I wouldn’t be panicking as much as I am right now. But she’s in a match with me, and it’s unsanctioned by the company, and I know she’s going to try and get the one up against me.”
“But you know yourself that you don’t have to be violent with Savannah, you know that’s the person you love the most, you know who that is and how much she means to you, Jace.” Dominic placed his hand down onto Jason’s back, patting away at it to calm him down. “Just think about it, man. You’ve got her as your whole world, hell- even the thought of marrying her has been on your mind for what feels like forever with you, and hurting her is really your only option?”
“In a match like this, I have no other choice. I could attack her deliberately, or accidentally, but there’s no choice but violence. I’m sure she’ll understand it the same way as well.” Jason leaned his head up, slipping his hands from his face. “And for some championships. This is all just a sick fucking joke from DeMarco. A sickening fucking joke by DeMarco. Yet he continues to think I hate him for no reason and think he’s a saviour of some kind? He hasn’t saved shit since Disputed Territory.”
“As your friend, I’ll give you this one piece of advice heading into that match, and Jace, I want you to listen very carefully if you truly care for Savannah.” Dominic looked down to Jason as he lifted his head up and glanced up to Dominic. “Keep your focus on Kayla for as much as you can, that’s someone you wanted the blood of and that’s someone who’ll be as merciless as you are, and I know the conflict between you and Savannah will happen but you just have to remember it’s not just you and her, it’s three of you in there. She’s not who you wanted to hurt more, she’s not your target, she’s not your bounty. That’s the person you love with all of your fucking life, Jace. Are those two championships worth risking love for?”
Silence. There’s not a word spoken from Jason as he simply leans his head down to the floor.
“Jace, I swear to fucking god, if you pick championship belts over someone that I remember you adoring since day fucking one, that I remember you saying was the one since day fucking one, that I remember you smiling about any time you’d look at your phone since day fucking one-” Dominic could feel his blood beginning to boil the more he continued to speak, taking a moment to take a deep breath to compose himself before going off on one. “Just do what I said. Focus on Kayla, kick her fucking head off, and then take both of the championships. Put her through fucking hell if you have to, it doesn’t even matter at this point. So long as she’s put in her place and you walk out with both championships, and Savannah by your side, then you’ve won. In life, and in the ring, and that’s a damn good fuckin’ deal there, Jace.”
“But what if she tries to…”
Jason can’t even bring himself to speak of such a devious act, even in his own mind he can’t imagine Savannah doing something like that for the sake of championship gold, but in his mind- he knows he has to be cautious, not to underestimate Savannah like he did the last time, not to turn his back on her like he did the last time, and to expect the unexpected. “...this is going to be an emotionally tough match to fight through, but I have to do it so I can be the man I’ve been saying and claiming to be for so long, these losses that I’ve been taking since winning the Prime Championship have done me no good. I need this win more than anyone else, not Kayla, or even Savannah. I need to prove that I am the only person worth holding this championship. The pillar of this company, if you will.”
“If you want to be the pillar then you better be prepared for a whole lot of fucking people looking to knock you down and bring the whole thing down with it,” there’s a slight chuckle from Jason as he shook his head in disagreement. “I’m glad you’re finding this to be fucking hilarious, Jace, because it was very serious just a few moments ago.”
“That whole thing of thinking anyone can topple me from my spot, it’s hilarious to even think about.” Jason fixes his posture and straightens himself upright, leaning back on the couch. “Because it’ll take a whole lot of these fuckers to put me down for good and to put themselves in my place. The only thing that worried me about this match was Savannah, and how to counteract it, anything else would have been a fuckin’ death for Kayla. That fuckin’ cunt deserves death for infinity.”
“Just remember what I told you, keep that in your mind, and you’ll be fine. I promise that I would love to see you two come out of this perfect, and I’d hate it if anything were to happen to you two either. Now, get back home and train like the damnest motherfucker you can be, and take home those championships, Jace.”
That right there… That was the motivation that he needed.
The confirmation that everything will be fine when the bell rings for the end of the match was enough for Jason to finally have that confidence boost to head into this match, preparing for a war, and preparing for a blood bath within the squared circle. Dominic headed out of the room and gave Jason some breathing space, leaving The King by himself as he sat there on the couch, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small ring - like an engagement ring, blinged out with diamonds - as Jason began to examine it. Taking a deep breath before slipping it back into his pocket and heading back out of the room with Dominic.
I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead
War never changes.
That’s how the old saying goes anyway, that war never changes, no matter how many times you enter it. For someone like me, who’s been in multiple wars, and has been on both ends of war - whether it’s good or bad - it never ever changes no matter how hard you try your best to change it. For the past four years, I’ve been at the heart of many wars and I’ve been through the emotional breakdowns that come with it. I've experienced the pain of war unlike anyone else has and to be honest with you all, I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. The feeling is immeasurable, it’s gut wrenching, it breaks you down into something you just aren’t and leaves you in such a vulnerable position. Personally, for me, I don’t want to experience that feeling and that emotional pain ever again. It left me scarred. It’s left me broken. It’s left me without a cause, without hope, without motivation to continue or to even thrive. Here in Project: Honor, I’ve been in those wars, and I know what comes from it. It’s a different kind of feeling, a different kind of pain, because for someone like me - I have to continue to show how strong and tough that I am, show how powerful I can be, and show how confident that I must be as a champion - but that’s not the case at all, I’m far from the opposite of these things.
When I had to face Drago Santiago alone, I felt something more personal. I felt something that just didn’t sit right with me. Heading into that match, I felt alone, and I felt like I couldn’t tackle someone like him. My emotions got the better of me and back then, I overdosed, and said fuck it, I don’t want to do this alone. That was me at my most vulnerable position and I’d do anything to not fall back down that road again. I said I never ever wanted to face someone that has a personal attachment towards me. I said it time and time again, and now look what happened, I had to face my worst enemy and the person that I love with all of my heart. If you could understand war, you’d understand how tough this was to get around and how tough it was to not break trust in someone, to not break a bond with someone like I did with Drago, and to not hurt them as much as I did before. There were so many times that I had to hold back on, so many times that I had to bite into my fist just so I could experience the pain and they didn’t. When you limit yourself in war, you’re left weak and left to be fed to the wolves that are hungry for blood and want to feast on those who show weakness. I realised there and then what my weakness was. It was personal attachments. And to put it simply, Christian DeMarco abused that, and has left me in many vulnerable positions before. Including this one heading into the pay-per-view.
Admittedly, I did say comments that he did not agree with. Admittedly, I did piss him off to the point that he had to retaliate. But he made me feel insecure with myself, he made me feel that pain and that emotion in a way that nobody in the past four years that I’ve been fighting for my fuckin’ life have. That scared me. That put fear into me. That was something I never expected. But now, I know where I lie in this company. I know where my place is. I know what I need to show, to prove, and to execute. See, as a champion, you’re meant to be the biggest star of them all. Show why you’re a champion, show why you deserve the championship you hold, show why you deserve to be at the peak of the mountain that you’re standing on. Four years I have been inside and outside of this ring and have shown why I should belong at the peak of the mountain, and it doesn’t get easier over time, because you aim to impress every time with something new. There’s no going for four years of doing the same old shit as before, it gets repetitive. People aren’t going to listen. And when you’re the top champion of a brand or of a company, you’re expected to do better than everyone else, and that’s what I have proven time and time and fucking time again. No matter what company I went to, no matter what promotion it’s in, no matter where in the world I’ve been in.
Don’t you see the sacrifices made within a war? Don’t you see the sacrifices made to make it to the top of the food chain? This, all of it, was given to me because I fought. I scratched. I clawed. I ran through enough people to put myself to where I am today. None of the bullshit you’d see today where there’s vacated championships and everyone’s been handed the belt, or there’s no champion, guess you’re given this as a reward. How many times within the past six months have we seen something like that? Have they sacrificed enough for war? Have they sacrificed enough to be here? I know how the same old swan song goes, they didn’t fight for shit, and they didn’t fight for what they were given - to be easily put away and to be embarrassed - and considering that two of those kinds of people face me at Guts, Gold, and Glory- The timing is right to prove what it means to be a champion, what it means to be the main event, and what it means to be in my position.
Seeing that this is now a triple threat than how it was meant to be since the beginning, it’s left me having to improvise and to adapt, because the last time I walked into a match with these two, I left with a loss and I left knowing that my focus wasn’t completely there. Since then, I’ve not been the same, and I’ll happily admit it too. My focus has been on one too many things at the same time. I’ve been focusing here, I’ve been focusing there, and I’ve had focus on almost everything except for you two. I fucking promise you that mistake won’t happen again, and that should worry you two because a laser-focused Jason Long when he’s on point is a dangerous son of a bitch. Been described as merciless, violent, sadistic, and dangerous - and that’s just me in a normal match, a normal one on one where there’s rules and there’s disqualifications, no freedom to do anything - so you can imagine what someone like me would be able to do when there’s no rules. There’s no disqualifications. When the company has no control over me, when I have full control over what goes down within the ring, and when I have focus set and prepared for fuckin’ war.
And for you, Kayla Richards, this has been a long time fucking coming.
I remember the first clash we had together, and how I thought about how easy you were to defeat, and how easy you were to absolutely dominate against you. Come the championship match, and it was the same thing, the writings were on the wall -- but one sneak pin and now you were parading around like you absolutely demolished me, Kayla? You thought you shut me up and put me down, Kayla? I mean, who came out of that show a better person after all, when you think about it… Who came out of that show the better person and became the main event fucking star that was always there from the beginning. Considering who’s holding the Prime Championship right now - I think that win goes to me - whilst you were getting fucked over by the likes of Pixie Sloane as she did laps around you. It was embarrassing to watch you get absolutely fucking destroyed by her, Kayla, and it reminded me of how our match at Wired Consequences went.
It’s amazing how you were a champion for so long, and were handed the championship as a reward - like you were some kind of dog getting a treat - and yet acted like some washed up bitch who couldn’t defend herself to save her life. Who couldn’t fight back to save her life, her championship, and even her fuckin’ career. And to think, to fucking think that you are a contender to my championship when you can’t even pick up a win for yourself in any sort of competition - unless by some chance it’s one of those rookies that do fuck all on their debut and are fed to the wolves because they’re utter shit - but I wouldn’t know that, Kayla, I was given the best of the best no matter what day of the week it was. You said you defend the booking of Christian DeMarco and it makes sense, when you ask for a win, you’re given the shit that can’t seem to stick on the wall.
All makes sense now, doesn’t it?
For the past couple of weeks, ever since you brought yourself forward to challenge for my championship, I’ve done nothing but blatantly ignore every single word you’ve said, I’ve seen you trying to grab onto my attention with your petty lies and false claims of whatever excuses there are that comes spewing from your mouth. Now that I’ve had the chance to listen back and hear every single word you’ve said, I realised how fucking boring and plain and idiotic you sound when you open that fuckin’ mouth of yours, Kayla. It’s like nothing has changed since the last time we’ve met in a situation like this one.
I thought that, after a couple of months at least, you’d have improved in some sort of fashion but it’s the same Kayla Richards every single week without fail - repeating herself and sounding like a fucking robot - and yet showing no proof of progression and no true reasoning for being in a match quite like this.
What happened to you, Kayla? What happened between now and then is that something just didn’t click into your head that you still act the same as before and repeat the same old bullshit like you’d normally do.? Spewing all the wrong bullshit of ‘I embarrassed you’ or ‘You’re a failure to this brand’ - are you just writing these down and hopefully when you throw them out there, it just works hopefully - or are you really acting as naive as you sound right now for the sake of a publicity stunt gone wrong? Do you know how many times within the past couple of weeks, if not months, I’ve heard you drop my name and tell me how shit I am? It’s like a never ending cycle because I had you fucking trapped in a submission where you tapped out on your own accord but also managed to ger a roll-up pin on me to retain your championship.
I wasn’t embarrassed by it at all, Kayla.
You didn’t prove how shit I was compared to the likes of you, Kayla.
You just proved how insanely lucky you were on this one night and ended up with the win to defend your championship. I'm glad you got to hold that win over your head for so long, Kayla, because it gives me a confidence boost to know that you needed my name to show how tough and strong you are by yourself.
‘Kayla beat Jason Long, surely she means business then, doesn’t she?’
-and then they look at how it was done, and then they look at how you choke in almost every single match that isn’t against some of those who would probably belong on a dark match segment, and then they’ll look at how embarrassed you’ve been raking up loss after loss after loss. See, it’s like I don’t need to chat shit about how bad you are when you’re doing all that work for me, Kayla. All I need to do is to stand here and watch you implode yourself, Kayla, make you contradict your own words that you spoke about yourself and make an absolute arse of yourself over nothing.
‘How’s that twitter suspension?’ - seeing you use this line makes me think to myself how much you had to scrape at the bottom of the fucking barrel to insult me in a way - and considering the history we’ve had together, that’s fucking shameful from you.
‘I’m who your girlfriend hates because of success.’ - factually incorrect, you’re a self-entitled cunt who thinks she’s full of amazing things and can’t do a fucking thing wrong, and yet all you do is flop harder than before. You defended the title once and now you’re a success? She’s become a success more than you have, for fuck sake. She definitely doesn’t hate you because of that.
‘You’re nothing but a bitch who needs his girlfriend to have his back.’ - again, factually incorrect. I mean, I don’t need to go into detail to show you how many times I’ve needed Savannah in any of my matches where I’ve won. Even then, I’ve still got four years of history to prove I didn’t need shit from anyone to become the success and the fucking king that I am today.
The excuses of ‘glorified handicap matches’ and whatever you throw out there have to be the most ridiculous shit I’ve ever heard - and it was made even better knowing how you got fucked up by Savannah with a Superkick and a German Suplex that followed - that wasn’t even her finisher, Kayla, you lost to a transitional signature move by Savannah all by herself. I can’t even defend you in this kind of situation because, if you’re losing to transitional moves like such, then I have no fucking hope for you, Kayla.
I didn’t even have hope for you in the first match.
I didn’t even have hope for you in the second match.
I didn’t even have hope for you in the third match.
And the same thing can be said heading into this match, Kayla. I’m not looking for revenge from you at all, I’m not the one who’s got the unfinished business to attend to, it’s you who has the revenge against me. Remember, Kayla, I beat you in the first match and I made you tap out in the second match, and yet you’ve done nothing to prove your claims of being better than me - except for the wild sneak attacks with your Bicycle Knee, which I do better by the way, that’s proven nothing for you except for how cowardly you are and how immature you are - so tell me where the fuck I’ve lied throughout all of that?
Really Kayla… it costs you zero dollars to not be so fucking stupid and immature. It costs you zero dollars to not be a fucking whiney little baby who can’t admit defeat except when it’s slapped out of her - much like Pixie Sloane did - and it costs zero fucking dollars to not be as shit at everything as you do. Admit it, you were given this match out of pity and because DeMarco hadn’t got a clue what to do with you. Either push you towards me or back to the dark match segments, Kayla. After this match, however, it’s exactly where I’ll be fucking sending you. Because I don’t have pity for a naive cunt like you that can’t take shit seriously. I don’t have pity for those who make excuses on the spot and change up their story the next week. I don’t have pity for those who can’t even stand on their own two feet by themselves and yet call themselves ‘the face of Fallout’.
And I can’t wait for the next whinging excuse you come up with when I kick your fuckin’ arse all over Melbourne, Kayla. I can’t wait to hear that same three words of ‘glorified handicap match’ or ‘you couldn’t even pin me’ or whatever fucking excuse you’ve got in your book. It wouldn’t matter anyway, because we’ve already heard it before, and it doesn’t have the same effect as it did the first time.
Sucks to be an uncreative shit cunt like you.
And then there’s you, the Project: Honor Noble Champion, Savannah Sunshine.
Hello, darling.
Nice for you to be listening right now, I’m sure you’ve got your ears perked up and waiting for something like what I just gave Kayla and to be honest with you, I need to speak for a moment before I can begin because I feel as if there’s things on my chest I need to clear up with you right now before anything happens.
I’m sorry.
For the past couple of months, I’ve been there through thick and thin and always thought about how you were amazing and talented within the ring, and I do applaud you for that. I really do. But when it came down to our first Triple Threat match, I overlooked you completely. I underestimated you when I shouldn’t have had. You walked out of that match as the rightful victor, and that’s something I’ll happily admit to for however long people decide to bring that up about you, because at the end of the day - all of the hard work you put into this match was shown and you went full steam ahead - and I was so proud of you than I ever have been proud of you.
To think that you were this shining star and future legend of the sport within a few short months into a career renaissance was amazing, it made me proud to be your beloved boyfriend and knowing that you became the Project: Honor Noble Champion after showing all of that hard work too -- made me even more prouder of you, Savannah. The point I’m trying to get at here is that, no matter what is said about you or what you do with yourself, I have - and always will be - proud of you no matter what.
But it’s about fuckin’ time I opened my eyes and saw the truth before me. It’s about time I opened my eyes and saw the threat that was Savannah Sunshine, the Project: Honor Noble Champion, and realised this is a threat I cannot back away from. This is a threat that I have to take on - whether I like it or not - and hopefully the repercussions at the end of it doesn’t affect us personally. You see, Savannah, it’s like what you told me beforehand.
‘All is fair in love and war.’ - That single quote has been ringing through my head for days now, because every single time I hear this quote, I always think about you and how badly I want to take things easy on you because you are someone I love. But the minute you used this against me, the minute you pulled this card against me, after everything I’ve done for you and helped you with. I knew from then on that it was going to be something more than just ‘fair use in love and war’. It felt like everything was being spat right back into my face. All of the respect, all of the love, all of the support. Gone.
If that’s the game you want to play with me, Savannah, then two can play at that fuckin’ game.
Remember back in February when we first began talking to one another? I sure do. I remember the chats we’ve had about you and about me and I remember how you always said you wanted to break out so badly but you never got a lucky break. I said back then I’d help you, and helped you I did, I trained you to kick and fight harder than you ever had before. I put your name out there to companies who were looking for the next big thing, and I got them to put you under a contract so you could work for them as a test run before being signed full-time, and now look at you. Champion here, champion there, champion everywhere. So, let me ask you this, where was my thank you after everything I gave you?
When you won the Slaughterhouse Brightburn Championship… where was my thank you?
When you won the OWA Tag Team Championship… where was my thank you?
When you won the Project: Honor Noble Championship… where in the fuck was my thank you?
It’s like everything we put hard work into was for nothing because you decided that you didn’t seem to need my help anymore and fucked off without saying goodbye. It’s like having all of the effort being taken away from you and you taking my work and calling it your own. You didn’t get to here by yourself, I had to fucking help you along the way, Savannah. And it’s tough having to watch you try your best to defend yourself against those who keep screaming at the top of their lungs how you needed me to get to where you are. I always - whenever I can - defend you in that way because I know you can do things by yourself, but even I can admit, without me you wouldn’t have been in the positions you’re in today.
Savannah Sunshine was a laughable name before I took you under my wing and helped you rebuild yourself, you were once a name that people meme’d at because of some tweets about Satin Sheets and then about how you were a wasted potential that nobody could ever save, now you’re a fucking feared woman inside of those ropes and a damn good one at it too, but for someone like me that created the beast that is the new and improved Savannah Sunshine -- I know how to stop it very fucking easily, and I will put an end to it because I have to, whether it hurts me or not.
Listen to me, Savannah, I fucking made you who you are today.
Without me, who the fuck would have known what Savannah Sunshine would be today?
You need to finally realise that this journey wasn’t built by hand, it was built by me helping you and hearing your cries for fucking help.
Just like how Kayla was handed the Noble Championship beforehand, this win had felt like it was handed to you, and that’s not how a champion works. That’s not how you become a champion by being handed things, I know that and I never ever got handed anything because I was a bright star and looking to be the face fitting for a role model. You should have been fighting someone else, Savannah, because this wasn’t your fight from the beginning. You’re only a plot device for someone else to use and abuse and to manipulate and to absolutely fucking crush under their feet. You weren’t put here because you didn’t have challengers, you weren’t put here because of the last match, you were put here because you’re a plot device placed here by DeMarco trying to ruin the fun he created between myself and Kayla. Savannah, I would tell you to stand down and back away before you get hurt seriously, but even I know how stubborn you are. I know how much it’ll take for you to finally realise the dangers and even then, I don’t think I can convince you enough.
But I’m standing right here, Savannah, lay into me with the best clean shots you have. Tell me how shit I am, tell me how generic I am, tell me how I ain’t worth a fuck to anyone anymore. Lay into me with all you’ve got, Savannah, but I know you won’t. You think highly of me, it was shown in the lead up to the first Triple Threat between us, and I still know you think highly of me, no matter what we go through. You could try to hit me with your best shots but even those would just deflect off of me like it were sponge. We, Savannah, are enemies at war. You, Savannah, have injected yourself into a war you didn’t come prepared for. And you, Savannah, will become a casualty of war - and I can’t wait to see the scars on your body when it’s said and done - because I won’t hold back for anyone, including you.
And you know how violent things can get when it’s like this, Savannah. You’ve heard the tales. You’ve heard about how I cracked a man’s skull open with a shovel and put him in his own coffin. You’ve heard about how I caused a man to fall thirty feet down to the floor below and left him as a vegetable for the remainder of his life. You’ve heard about how I stabbed a man in the neck, and Curb Stomped the cunt down onto a switchblade knife, before putting him into a coffin and burning the fucking thing to ashes. You’ve seen how I dropped Drago down and left him on a stretcher to be never seen again around here. You know all of these, Savannah, and even experienced it first hand…
AND YET…
YOU.
ARE.
STILL.
HERE.
Again, this isn’t your fuckin’ war. It never was to begin with. I wouldn’t even be mad if you win this, I’d be proud that you were able to best me in something I seemingly have become more of an expert in, but even for all of the marbles- I have to win this so I can place my foot down and prove to everyone why I am the Prime Champion.
I love you so much, with all of my fucking heart, Savannah.
I want you to remember that before we head into this battle together, and even as opponents - even as enemies on opposite sides of the spectrum - my heart will forever bleed for you, and if I have to, I’ll take the bullet for you.
But that is a last ditch effort, and something I will have no fucking intention of ever doing, because it’s like you said, Savannah. All is fair in love and war, and in this war, a king will prevail in all of his glory. A king will prove why he is who he is. A king will forever stand tall over a queen, no matter how hard they try.
For what started out as a match where I finally prove that the win that Kayla picked up was a fluke, and wanting her head on a silver platter with the rest of those who’ve come for my championship, it’s become a war for both crowns. The Noble and the Prime Championship. When I defeated Drago Santiago for this championship I hold in my possession, I said I will fight and claw to bring back the prestige and the honor that this championship was meant to have since the beginning but never did because of it’s champion. I’ve had a rough start, and that’s something I hold against myself, and that doesn’t bring honor and prestige to this championship. But knowing that the dream I have for my championship - and then the dream I have for the championship I once sought for - could both become the truth with one pinfall. One win to become a double champion, the first ever double champion within Project: Honor, the first ever person to hold two singles championships.
That’s what motivates me to continue.
That’s what helps me continue what I do fucking best.
That’s what makes me become the man I am right now because for a few weeks, I wasn’t The King- but a mere peasant to those who would use me for their own fun.
I finally end dreams from coming true, I finally end hopes for those who dare take my throne from me, I finally end all of those who think they can hold a candle light to me. Because this championship means that you are the prime example of what is the face of this brand, of this company, of the world itself. I, Jason Long, am the prime example of what it takes to become the man and to become The King and I will achieve the status that I was once due all of those months ago when I finally take the throne and become The Noble King that would stand tall over everyone. Without me on this brand, Fallout wouldn’t be surviving the same as it would as Proving Ground. I am the pillar that holds this place together. I am the pillar that holds this company together. And if anyone were to take me down, they wouldn’t be able to do the same as I could. They wouldn’t be able to replace me as the pillar and this place will crumble to fucking ashes without me to hold it up together.
Savannah and Kayla. I hope you know what you’re walking into. I hope you know what you’re preparing yourself for. I hope that both of you are aware of what it takes to become the Prime Champion of Fallout. Because I don’t think you’re ready to hold that mantle just yet, and you need to allow someone to show you the example of what it takes to become that kind of champion.
In Melbourne, Australia… At Guts, Gold, and Glory… In what could be the biggest match of the night… In the match that creates history for one of us… I will not hold back any punches, I will not hold back on cutting any of you two up for my own sick desirable pleasure, I will not hold back on allowing your blood to spill and be leaving you two laying on the mat in a pool of your own blood, and I will not hold back on breaking bones, cracking skulls, and putting people’s lives at risk just to become the champion of Project: Honor.
This is not your fight. This is not your battle. And it was never yours to win since the beginning.
Let chaos finally reign supreme over everyone that stands in my way.
Let the chaos begin to rush through everyone and everything within this fucking company.
Because if you want any of these championships, if you want to take them from me when the smoke clears…
You’ll have to take it from my cold, dead hands.
Long Live Jason Long.
Long Live The Prime Example of Project: Honor.
Long Live The Noble King.
And finally…
ALL… FUCKING… HAIL!
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
