Post by Jason Long on Oct 25, 2022 23:09:23 GMT -5
 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A drop of blood. It was coughed up and spat out of the mouth as it hit the porcelain sink of his master bathroom, unusual for him to have ever been spitting blood out from his mouth, but it’s all Jason’s been doing for the past five minutes. Any attempt to wash it out with water has come up with the same result, always just comes back again and again. There just didn’t seem to be any reason as to why this was happening, how this was happening, or even how to stop this from continuing. Again, he coughed up another drop of blood from his mouth, once again hitting the porcelain sink as it began to stain the whitened ceramic material. He began to feel a small bit lightheaded and began to lose the balance within his feet, his hands gripped onto the edges of the bathroom sink. Jason couldn’t even find his voice to call out for help from Kore, he just felt his weight being crushed underneath him, feeling the pressure being put onto him as he slowly began to drop to the floor. ‘You are one tough man to keep down,’ there was that voice once again and if the last time was anything to go by, he knows this is about to knock him into a trance. However, his persistence showed. Jason’s grip onto the sink was the only thing that was keeping him standing. The only thing that kept himself awake and still standing in this world. ‘The more that you hold yourself up here, the more that you are destroying the other universe. This is your choice, is it? To become the reason for destruction? Poor you, Jason Long, the constant failure no matter what he does.’ A pause, he glances up to the mirror. ‘Take the walk or be the reason so many have to suffer.’ In that moment as he looked into the mirror, a hand reached out from behind him and grabbed onto his shoulder which made him jump and quickly turn around, however, that’s what the voice wanted and now he drops completely onto the ground, placed into the same trance state as before. At least, that’s how it seemed from the outside in. In his perspective, he turned around to find himself in the middle of a darkened bathroom. The same bathroom that he was in, but at the same time, it wasn’t the same bathroom as before. A quick glance out the window answered his question, back inside of the mirrored universe with the darkened red sky hovering overhead. Thunder and lightning coming out of the sky and striking down constantly, it seemed like everything was getting worse than it was beforehand. Jason knew the second that he’d walk out of this bathroom, everyone would be gone. There wouldn’t even be a soul around and that was fine, acceptable to say the least, because it gives him a chance to try and figure out where that voice is coming from considering that Meliodas isn’t going to spit it out. As he walks out of the bathroom, the first thing he notices is the entire house in complete shambles, ransacked and as if someone’s rushed through this home looking for something. He rushed out of the master bedroom and down the stairs, everything’s been shattered to pieces. Nobody seemed to have been around, the front door was wide open—actually, it looked to have been kicked in—and it didn’t seem as if there was anything valuable taken inside of the home. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was clear from the very moment he heard the voice as to who it belonged to and it brought a slight smirk along his face, a recognisable voice as he turned to find Meliodas standing there inside of his living room, however, there was no smile along their face as they stared daggers toward Jason. That was the look of a figure who wasn’t pleased to see him there at all. The look of a figure who wasn’t at all impressed that Jason passed through the universe once again. “You don’t remember what you’re causing by being here, for heaven’s sake,” they exclaimed as they stepped closer towards Jason. “The world’s collapsing before us and I told you what happens when you come here, you’re giving them a reason to break in through the defences and trying to kill billions on this fucking planet—” “I wasn’t given the choice to be here but I was sucked into this world.” His tone was loud, almost overspeaking over Meliodas entirety. He paused, taking a deep breath. “The voices. I need a fucking explanaton as to why I keep hearing them again and again when I find myself in this world. It’s always constantly pulling me into here, so someone is making contact through the universes to get me in here. They know what it’s causing everytime that I come through here.” This time, it was Jason that began to step up and they walked closer to Meliodas, almost going nose to nose with the taller figure. Meliodas looked down at Jason, almost quite surprised by the large confidence to do such a thing. “So, who in the hell is trying to keep me here and trying their best to break this fucking world with every ounce of contact that they’ve made?” The question fell on deaf ears, Meliodas turned their head the other way to ignore the question, but that only pissed Jason off more than before. “You and I both know that I’d rather die than to see this world collapse before itself so if you’ve the answers that I need, then fucking speak to me right now because there’s no time like the present to figure out what’s going on.” That was the problem, they couldn’t tell him what exactly was happening. The kind of information that he’s asking for is classified and top secret as of this moment as they try to figure out what’s happening inside of the sky. There’s not even a simple way to get around this without actually telling him that it’s information that he cannot be getting a hold of right now. “If I’m to tell you right now, Jason, then this whole world is fucked. Right now, all that I am begging you to do is to stay out of here and stay out of this world.” Meliodas paused, trying to take a deep breath to feel more calmed about this situation than how they already feel now. “Are you able to promise me such? Because that’s all I am asking from you, that’s all that I could ever ask from you right now. You need to give us more time and you need to try and fight those voices inside of your head. If they’re trying to drag you into this world?” Another pause but the tension grew larger and the loud gulp from Meliodas provided Jason with the feeling oozing out of them – and even the fear in their tone – that this is much more serious than to be expected, “then they’re going to forcefully take the sky from us and that’s something we cannot give up right now.” He doesn’t even know what to say to this, he doesn’t even know how to compensate for such a thing. This whole world is about to collapse right in front of him and he’s not even sure how to save it from the certain doom that it’s in. Jason stands there and takes a few steps back from Meliodas, a deep sigh comes from him before he glances back at the tall figure and nods in their direction. A quick snap of Meliodas’ fingers brings Jason right back into his bathroom, waking up in a pool of his own blood and smearing it all over his hands as he pushes himself up off of the ground. Another moment trapped in time, another moment lost in the back of his mind, and now, he’s gotta fight for everything to make sure that the world’s don’t collide once again. Fighting through all of the voices that clutter up inside of his mind. His hands, still bloodied, grabbed onto the edge of the sink as he pulled himself back up onto his feet. Jason stood there, looking down at his hands, staring down at the stains he was making upon the porcelain ceramic material. Those kinds of moments are making him sink in everything that’s been happening for the past couple of weeks. A remembrance that his world, and others, are on a collision course with one another and the deaths of billions are imminent. The blood of many is going to be on his hands, not just his own. There’s, sadly, not going to be any other way around this without some kind of bloodshed done onto the unsuspected. That thought alone scares him. Terrifies him. Haunts him. “Right,” a deep exhale. “You want to drag me back there? Then come get me for yourself.” ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ “You know, I never forget a face.” The feed provided us with a jump cut, the interior to the Santa Monica home where we’re greeted with the sight of Jason Long seated inside of his dining room, at the head of the table and seemingly accustomed to this setting more often than he’d like to admit. This, right here, is where he felt more comfortable. In the line of sight of a challenger, a championship up for grabs, and many people thinking that he cannot achieve it. That does bring a smile to his face. However, what doesn’t bring a smile to his face is knowing that he’s got to compete once again against someone like Joe Monturoi, as if the first time wasn’t enough because nobody’s been able to take the title off of that man. (Surprisingly.) Long leaned forward a small bit, bringing himself closer to the camera by just a few centimetres. There’s a slight smirk that rests along his face as he looks into the lens of the camera, staring it down and slowly nodding his head. “That’s the kind of perk I have when it comes to grudges, so to speak. I never seem to forget a face, a voice, anything about the man – or the woman, perhaps – when it comes to those grudges. And there’s never been a bigger grudge throughout one name, not a person, but a name than how there’s been one for the name ‘Montroui’.” He paused for a moment, letting out a deep exhale. “Having to deal with the youngest of the two, twice, seemed to be enough of a pain in my backside because the incompetent fuck has more of a complex than anyone in the world right now. But then, I come to think of the other brother. I come to think about that… deviant perverted freak known as Joe Montroui. The ever-so-known man with those ‘twisted thoughts’. And what a moment that we have once again, Joe. To share the ring with one another once again, it’s a special kind of moment.” “You know, I was very excited for the both of us to compete against one another that night and I was very thrilled to really show myself because I remembered those words you spoke about me heading into the show,” another pause with a slight chuckle coming out of Long. “And then, all I could remember after that was just being beaten up by some thick-headed cunt because– well, because they just felt like it, I guess. I mean, we never really got ourselves a reason now, did we? I’m sure there’s many reasons to it, that either you or Paul could’ve made up, but let’s be real here and just say that the Montrouis were afraid that night as to what I could’ve done to the man of the family name. Twisted Thoughts didn’t care about what Scrappy-Doo did to me, he got to walk away that night unscathed and still– head held high until it was time to sweet talk Mia and head went down.” His head began to shake from side to side, even feeling disgusted that he made such a comment himself about that sort of thing, just to prove a point on how disgusting of a man Joe was. Long kicked his feet up to try and clear his mind of the thought and took a shot in the dark to the younger brother and his antics beforehand. “I do hope your brother doesn’t pull the same shit again with us.” A beat. “What a mistake that’ll be.” Long once again chuckled to himself. “Much like it’s been a mistake to have you around here, Joe. Much like it’s been a mistake to have you holding that championship, Joe. Much like your whole fuckng career has been nothing short of a mistake. I’ve watched you from afar, Joe, from FIGHT to here. Anywhere you’ve been, I’ve watched. And it pains me to watch every moment of your pathetic life because there is not a fuckin’ thing worth noting about you. Just a template used and created to make it sound original, fitted to create your own story. There’s nothing about you, there’s nothing to be said about you, but what can be said is just how much of a sorry excuse of a man that you are.” “A man who constantly creates excuses, that’s the kind of man your daughter is meant to be looking up to? A man who constantly cowers away when he’s given a challenge, is that the kind of message you’re willing to give your daughter when she grows up? I know even bringing her up might just displease you in such a way but that’s what you take great pride in, trying to become someone that your daughter can be proud of.” He began to shake his head once again, “maybe telling her that she’ll have a better time looking up to me as a role model might make her life seem less miserable in the future considering the parents that she has right now. A mother who looks like a fucking crackhead you’d find under a bridge and a bimbo father who talks about himself too much to care for anyone else, despite what he might want you to believe.” A pause, followed up with a slight scoff. “I’ve seen it all, Joe, and I can just tell that you’re no different than the rest. It’s not going to be a moment where you prove you are or you aren’t, I can just tell the kind of man that you are when I hear you speak.” Long slowly stood up from his seat, pushing the chair back slightly. “And I haven’t forgotten about the last time that I had to hear your immature voice. A few words, however, haven’t left my mind since then. That thought — that mere thought — that you had where you thought that I had zero talent whatsoever. And those words never left me since then, never left me since they escaped from your lips. Whilst I find it amusing that you believe that I am talentless, Joe, it’s easy enough to point the finger towards yourself when it comes to having zero talent. The only reason you’ve kept that championship around your waist this long is because you’ve not actually fought me yet, unlike you’ve done fighting the weakest of the bunch within the roster.” “When it comes to the Impulse Championship, there’s nothing that the title needs more right now than a champion who people can be proud of and can support—rather than a champion who spends most of his time in a fucking strip club whoring himself out and pretending that the higher ups are more focused on ‘going against him’. More focused about wondering if I’ve had a dick in my mouth than what I could’ve proven inside of the ring, which you must either enjoy or hate the thought about— telling us something, Mont?” Long questioned, the smirk growing along his lips again. “Though I’m not here to question someone’s sexuality or even their views on such things, but, what I am here to question is loyalty. Are you willing to fight to the very end with that championship like you’ve been claiming to want to do? That’s where I plan to bring you toward with that title, to the very end of your existence. The word ‘suffering’ doesn’t even gratify the extent of what I am about to do to you in that ring.” “Whether it’s stomping your head into the mat, choking the life out of you, kicking your fucking head in, or even dropping you right down onto your head—the consequences are all the same and they all are going to mean the same thing in the very end,” another deep inhale which is followed with a sharp exhale. “And that is the end of your pitiful reign as Impulse Champion, Joe.” “No matter what you might want to believe, I am far fucking better than you at anything that you could utter out of that mouth of yours. Just like how Jennie said it for herself, I’ve more talent within my pinkie finger than you have throughout the past twenty years of your career. Which, of course, makes all of this so much better than ever before.” His shoulders began to roll, another deep inhale and exhale, before his focus was brought back onto the camera once again. “The impulse belongs to me, Joe. It’s time for you to finally be given a fucking wake up call. And maybe then, you’ll leave along with your brother. And maybe then, you’ll come to the realisation that there’s nothing here for you. There’s nothing ever here for you, as long as I am here anyway, there’ll be nothing for you.” “And it’ll start at Waikiki.” Cut to black. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ |
