Post by Jason Long on Jul 27, 2021 20:58:01 GMT -5
JULY 18TH, 2021 | MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA.
“Come on, Jace. Stay with me, mate. You’re going to be perfectly fine, alright?”
The damage had been done. The violence was unable to be contained between Savannah Sunshine, Kayla Richards, and Jason Long in their dubbed ‘ultraviolent’ championship match between the trio, but at the end of the day after shocking many of those who thought he’d never make it past the challengers- The King had become The Emperor, and ushering in a brand new era to Fallout with the first-ever double singles champion of the company’s history. Within six months of the brand’s initial debut episode, Jason had become the Ace, the Emperor, the face of Fallout- the names would be a list to name off at the current time, because at the moment, Jason has collapsed from the pain shooting through his right leg, seeing where the razor wire had cut through the skin and through his white tights. The blood stains turn black on the white, along with the bandages turning to black as the medical staff rush over to check on The Emperor.
Clearly, he was in a whole lot of pain, and after injecting morphine into the upper calf of his leg, a wheelchair was brought in to wheel The Emperor to a safer area and stitch him up as soon as possible. By the time that he was wheeled out of the area, Savannah had walked through and noticed the blood stains on the floor--just where Dominic Morrissey would be standing close to, her facial expressions soon turn to worry knowing that something had gone completely wrong, but with Dominic to catch her in his arms and hold her against her will--he begins to plead for her to not proceed any further and give chase. Though Jason had walked out of the arena floor by himself, it’s clear that the pain threshold couldn’t hold up any more than it did. Though the night had come to a close, it was clear that one message was sent directly from The Emperor.
Fallout belongs to Jason Long and nobody could ever take it from him.
JULY 19TH, 2021 | MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA.
Of course, these were thoughts that ran through his head when standing in the ring and almost delivering the Iconkick to Savannah, before Kayla would jump in and take down Savannah from the match and leave a furious Jason Long to take control of the match. Jason, still laying down under the bedsheets and resting his right leg, looked up from his phone that was filled with his Twitter timeline - showing all of the headlines that came out of Guts, Gold, and Glory the previous night - and seeing Savannah already out of the bed and a cup of coffee in her hand as she looked out of the window to see the beautiful skyline of Melbourne. Jason tried to stand up from the bed, but even then, he couldn’t move his leg. Not in the state it is anyway. Jason continued to glance over at Savannah and tried to not startle her enough to grab her attention, seeing if he could at least stand up by himself as it is, but by the lightest of pressure on the knee, it’s giving sharp pain going up his leg- allowing him to fall back onto the bed and garnering the attention of Savannah who sees Jason laying back on the bed after the tumble.
Her concern seemed calm for the moment, seeing her being very passive with Jason after everything the couple had gone through the past couple of weeks, if not months, seemed so… obscure. There was always hostility, there was always anger, there was always shade being thrown at one another. Jason nodded his head in her direction as he rested his right leg back onto the bed, but knowing he couldn’t move seemed to have left a scarring weakness within him emotionally, knowing he couldn’t move and vulnerable is a terrible fear to have. Especially when you’re someone like Jason and can move around like you’re going ninety miles-per-hour. But he knew he’d be back on his feet in a few days, and back able to chase down those who await him inside of the battle arena where Dead By Daylight- the four hopefuls who are willing to compete are awaiting The Emperor’s first move.
Though, by the looks of things, it’s not going to go so well considering who he has to face.
There’s no better feeling than the feeling of being the unstoppable force that people fear the most.
After the events of Guts, Gold, and Glory -- I have become the one thing that many never wanted me to become, saying I had too much of an ego to uphold the title of The Ace of Project: Honor or even The Face of the Company, but look at me and tell me you don’t see fucking dollar signs the minute your eyes are put right onto me. That’s exactly what people look for and that’s exactly what they get when they’re face to face with me. Jason Long, the Prime and Noble Champion, and now- I hold everything for myself. Now I hold the upper echelon of what it means to be a champion here in Project: Honor. Doesn’t matter what day it is, doesn’t matter what time it is, I prove myself and I prove it fucking good. These titles didn’t come my way for doing fuck all now, have they? But that’s okay. That’s fine. Because here’s the bigger shocker for all of you.
I do not give a single shit about this whole thing. I never did give a shit about this whole thing. I couldn’t care if it’s all about winning prizes or gaining advantages. Do you see me wanting to take advantages and wanting prizes? I just won two fucking championships, I don’t need this shit. I am the inevitable fucker that nobody could stop when they had the chance. I’m not participating, DeMarco, not after what you forced me to do at Guts, Gold, and Glory. Not after everything you’ve tried to pull so I could be out of my right mindset for your little pet Kayla to come and snatch things up. You want to punish me? Fine, do your fucking worst, you cunt. But this game, I’ll play it for your entertainment, but not to win a single fucking thing. I played my cards, and now it’s time for you to fucking play yours, DeMarco. Come through and play that game with me. Just know one thing though… come at the king, and you best not miss.
And one last thing... Hey, Havoc, Chris, whatever fucking name you are this week. You, mate, I’ll see you soon. Alright? Bring your fucking worst, you fucking steaming fat pile of shit. Fuck you.
Long Live the fuckin’ Emperor.
All hail.
OOC: WASN’T PROUD OF THIS ONE. WILL COME BACK TOUGHER NEXT TIME
- MAV xoxo
