Post by Jason Long on Oct 29, 2021 22:40:14 GMT -5
 With the feed slowly fading into a dimly lit room, finding ourselves staring at an open fire before it zooms out and shows a dark shaded leather chair placed appropriately in front of the fire and in the foreground of the camera shot. A small table to the right of the chair is seen holding a bottle of Jack Daniel’s along with the small glass right beside it. All of it seems very familiar to a regular viewer, who would instantly recognise the place to be the same as The King’s Penthouse on the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. “Hello there." "We’ve been down this road one too many times, haven’t we?” his voice called out. A figure soon entered the shot and walked towards the chair, turning a full one hundred and eighty degrees to take a seat and that’s when we saw him. The King. Jason Long. As per usual, he’s dressed to the nines in the finest of his suits — all in black from head to toe and a white tie — as his face wears that common half-smile he’s always seen with. A brief moment passes as he cocks his right leg over his left and pours out a glass of Jack Daniels for himself, swirling it around before soon knocking it back and bringing the glass back down onto the side table, his lips letting out that soothing sound. “It’s no secret that we’ve been down this road one too many times before of having to reintroduce ourselves in order to make sure that everyone knows who you are as you open yourself up more to a wider audience. As we take part within this cruise, there’s going to be people who do know us and then there’s people who don’t know us. I’m not going to pretend like everyone’s going to know my name or even heard about me before, which is why I’m here.” A pause. “For those who are not in the category of knowing who I am, allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Jason Long, as some would like to say — I am The King of Professional Wrestling. The Best Bout Machine. The All Day Star. You put me on a card and you’re rolling in cash because I’ll make sure those pay-per-view buys skyrocket to the damn moon, baby. My accomplishments have been outstanding, the list continues and it goes on and on and on, but I’ve won the XHF X*Crown Championship — a title that I am sure has been mentioned plenty of times throughout the course of the cruise — along with more World Championships, Championships for those within the middle of the card, Championships for those at the bottom of the card, Tag Team Championships, and even Championships that are defended twenty-four hours a day for seven days a week. I’ve even become a Hall of Famer, I’ve even been awarded for having the best matches of all time, I’ve even been awarded for having the best series of matches that anyone has ever seen, I’ve even been awarded for being the best of the best on anyone’s roster. I’ve won tournaments — within singles competition and tag team competition — and I’ve done it all in four years. That’s right, folks. What some of y’all achieve in your ten to fifteen or even your twenty years of wrestling? I’ve done it all in four. You see it now? You see why my name never seems to escape anyone’s lips? You see why my name is always brought up in every conversation that there is? I’m the best fucking thing going right now, I’m on everyone’s mind when they think of the best wrestlers that have ever existed, and that’s why I’m on this damn cruise to begin with because Tara sees talent. Tara sees cash. Real recognises real after all at the end of the day. So it’s only fitting that I’d show up here and make intentions known and clear. After all, I’m not here on the cruise just to enjoy myself. I’m here to show up and show out. Put on my wrestling gear and get into a fight. And put on the best damn performance anyone’s ever seen.” That same half-smile from before soon returned as he leaned back into the leather recliner chair. Finding himself in a comfortable spot as he once again brought his focus towards the camera. “Now, when Tara asked me about being on the cruise and wrestling, I said I’d be happy to. Of course, she told me I could have picked anyone there to fight but then again, some of those that I was willing to fight were elsewhere on the cards. So, would you like to guess what I told her next? I told her to give me the best of what you had left. I told her to give me exactly what I would have wanted. And now, we’re here and we’ve got some of the best of the best that was left. Peter Vaughn, Legion, and Sara Pettis. Now, I’m aware that beggars can’t be choosers and I should be grateful for what I’ve been given to me by Tara— but when I picture the best of the best, this isn’t what I’ve ever had in mind. Don’t get me wrong either, I’m not going to dispute that what either of these people have done is some of their best work but when you’re put into the same match with me, and you’re standing across the ring from someone like me, the comparisons are not the same and it’s pretty much a one-sided battle. Take a look at someone like Legion for example, someone like her trying to stand across the ring from me is pitiful, it’s shameful and that’s pretty much asking for death upon arrival. See, I’m not aware of what Legion might be but I take one good glance at her and I see that makeup she wears to let herself look like a demon of some kind and I think to myself that the whole shtick of being this possessed demon is done to damned death. Over and over again. I mean, what’s she done for herself anyway? She’s won a few championships in WWH, she’s won a World Championship in Zion Wrestling — which she recently just lost as well — and she’s a supposed Queenslayer. But, of course, I’m not new to what she is. I’ve had a brief interaction with her over fucking Twitter of all things. Pretending to get all up into my business and act like she doesn't know who I am — acting like she’s something bigger than me — now look at yourself, Legion. Take a good long look at yourself and tell me if you know who the fuck I am. Tell me right to my face that the game was supposedly changed. I might not have had the chance to fight you in that tournament that never happened and you got away from a damn good beating at my hands, but Tara was ever so generous to put you and I in the same match together, and it’s quite hilarious when I think about it because I remember you claiming to be something that you just weren’t. I remember you claiming to be the only person ever to hold some of those WWH championships at the same exact time. I remember those words you clearly said, Legion. ‘First-ever dual champion in WWH’, but when you were called out on that fact? There was nothing but silence. Hell, I even had the fucking company reply to me and tell me that you were chatting a whole lot of bullshit. It speaks volumes when the company has to correct your own mistakes, Legion. Then again, maybe you might not have watched and maybe you might not have done your research on the championships you’ve held, but that just sounds so fuckin’ ludacris to think that a ‘World Champion’ wouldn’t have known about history of their own championship that was just there last year. Again, it speaks fuckin’ volumes.” The King would soon shake his head in disgust, hanging his head in shame for Legion, but he soon brought his head back up and continued on as he brought his focus back. “And how about someone like Sara Pettis? I will admit — first of all — that I really don’t know much about her. Of course, I wouldn’t have known much about her considering that I couldn’t give a single shit about someone else when I’m on a busy enough schedule of wrestling bookings, red carpet premieres, and just so much more that has kept me busy. And, you know, it just doesn’t help that we’re this close to the cruise and yet I have not heard a single word from you. I’ve not heard a peep from you — then again, I guess the same could have been said for Legion, but of course… fuck her, she ain’t shit to me or anyone else. All that I know about her is the fact that she’s wrestling in companies like Action Wrestling, Pro Wrestling Valor, and Revolution1 Wrestling. It’s so insane to me that someone like her is in all of these companies and yet, I can’t find a single fucking thing about this girl. I can’t find a single fucking thing except for her husband who apparently died and then came back to life? Was that a thing? Really? Coming back from the dead is a thing that people can do? Or was it one of those gone for a few months or so to sell off his death and come back like it’s a resurrection type deal? It’s pretty crazy how much I find out more about your supposedly undead husband than you as a whole. When I can find out more about him than you, Sara, then I know that you’re not worth a piss in the wind to care about. But the same can — I guess — be said about the last remaining person in this match as well. Peter Vaughn. You know, I guess there can be a little bit more to say about you but what’s the fun in telling people that the person I have to face in this match — and the only other World Champion outside of Legion — is none other than a fuckin’ janitor for OCW. I feel absolutely insane for even spitting out those words from my mouth that a JANITOR is a fuckin’ World Champion. It kind of makes sense now that the company decided to release almost three quarters of it’s roster and told them to fuck off, how else would they have had someone like Peter Vaughn a reigning and defending champion then? But oh well, they can keep their carny bullshit to themselves because I’m here here for jokes and laughter, comedy or not, and considering the little I’ve seen of Peter Vaughn has him be this kind of ‘good guy gone bad janitor’ bullshit, I know I am going to be in for a wild fuckin’ ride with this one. It’s crazy how asking for some of the best of the best can land me with a bunch of mid-as-fuck people who probably haven’t a damn clue how to properly wrestle and just throw their bodies at one another in the hopes that something happens. To be the only legitimate wrestler in this match with some legitimate history that people can just dig up at my disposal is something that I’ll let slide for now but when it comes to that match — and when that bell rings to begin the match — I am, and will not, hold back anything I throw at them. It can be a punch, it can be a kick, it can be anything that you’d like but one thing is for certain when I get on that cruise. I show the fuck up and I show the fuck out. You can have a problem with that but I will quickly drop you on your fuckin’ head and fold you like an accordion. Because, folks, this is what wrestling royalty does. This is what a King seeks and when I ask for the best, I shouldn’t be given the favourite in any kind of match, I should be given a threat. And to these three that you see before me, they don’t oppose a threat to me at all. And I am about to beat them fuckin’ senseless in front of everyone on that fuckin’ ship.” Jason soon leaned forward and brought himself closer to the camera as it began to come closer to The King. That half-smile from before was gone and what rested was a sterned look that rested on the face of Jason as he brought his arms down to his knees, bringing his hands together and cracking his knuckles. “You see, some of you might paint me as a harsh prick that’s so cocky and full of himself but y’all are betting that if you get into the ring with me, you’ll take me on in a fight and win. I’m sure some of you would do just that but rest assured, I didn’t win all of these championships in my collection by giving the companies those puppy eyes and pleading that they gave me something nice for being their little lapdog like some people seem to have been given in this sport. I became the man I am for being that self-obsessed bastard that you see before you right now, I became The King because of me being the ruthless and loudmouthed arsehole that you see before you right now. Nothing was handed to me, I fought my fuckin’ arse off for this shit and I’ve got the damn receipts to prove it. Nothing happens overnight because I waited, scratched and clawed my way to the top for four whole fuckin’ years and I feel like I’m not even there yet. I feel like I’m not even at the peak of the mountain. I’ve not even hit my prime yet and that’s a scary thought to have. So, for you three, what makes you think I am going to let you just walk away with a win so easily? Y’all wanted a fight and now you’ve got me in there, three of you against The Best Bout Machine. The best fuckin’ wrestler alive right now. The King of this very sport that we partake in. It’s the thing of you knowing what you signed up for, it’s the thing of knowing what you got yourself into, and it’s the thing of knowing what you had coming when you saw my name on the same match as yours. Vaughn, Pettis, and Legion. I don’t come to the cruise to have a friendly encounter with either of you, I don’t come to the cruise to have a good time, I came onto the cruise to show everyone exactly who the fuck I am and what the fuck I am made out from. And now that you know me, it’ll be hard to forget me and to forget what I am about to inflict onto you three. The lambs to the slaughterhouse being sent on one final journey before meeting the butcher. Tell those companies y’all have been champions who I am because you never know when I am going to knock on your door. It’s best that I leave all of you on your toes as I toss you back to your home promotions as an embarrassment and a beaten and broken mess on their doorstep. You’ve all been warned.” A pause. “Long Live The King.” A beat. “All fuckin’ hail.” Cut to black. |
