The WWG carnage theme song had just faded as the show came to end to it's broadcast time. The Pittsburgh crowd was just starting to gather their things to leave. Many people around the stadium were still jazzed about being able to watch their favorite event live and in person. It is not often that ones gets to experience everything WWG has to offer in such an epic way so many people in the stands were not quite ready to go home and have the night be over just yet.
And suddenly as if on cue an unfamiliar song begins to play throughout the arena.
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At first it people almost thought they were hearing things until it became clear that something was happening. People slowly stopped heading towards the exits and watched as the lights around the arena shut off one by one. it was utter confusion until a very familiar guitar rift blasted out the speakers and the crowd became intrigued by this new arrival.
A cheer rose up from the crowd as from the center of the stage a thick layer of fog began to blanket itself across the floor. Many of the WWG faithful knew that this could only mean one thing and new music or not they were going to stick around for it.
Sure enough a familiar black leather jacket and black hoodie rose from stage and fog fell off his shoulders like chains. The crowd erupted as the music picked up none other than Jason King stood up in the center of the stage. There was a small cut a on his cheek from where he had been jumped during the show but besides that he seemed pretty well all things considering.
Jason walked down the ramp to the roar of the crowd and made his way to the ring with a small hesitation in his step as his body was seemingly still feeling the effects of the nights show but the look on his face didn't show any pain at all. In fact he smirked all the way down the ramp as fans began pouring back in from the hallways to see what all the commotion was about.
Jason King rolled into the ring and walked across it to reach out for a mic. one of the ring side techs gave it to him and Jason walked back to the center of the ring.
King: At....To everyone's surprise the mic cut out is Jason's hand. The crowd booed at this and Jason looked at the mic in his hand with a face that said "You gotta be **** kidding me". He shook his head and tossed the mic over his shoulder and walked over to one of the corners. He climbed up to the top and raised up his hand and to the massive pop from the crowd an old school grated mic descended down from the ceiling and into the hand of Jason King. He smirked as he put the mic to his lips.
King: You can cut the camera's off, You can cut the mics off, but i don't care who the **** you think you are there is no way you're cutting me off because i still got some **** i wanna say!The crowd roars in approval at this as chants echo around the arena
Jason took a deep breath and spoke.
King: Attention Pittsburg...Another cheer from the crowd as Jason pauses for a moment
King: I know you some of you have to get up early in the morning. I know that there are many of you who want to get out of this stadium and on the road before the jackass spilling beer you on night gets behind the wheel of his step dads car and tries to slosh his way back home. So please if you got to go don't let me stop you....However....tonight Pittsburg, there was a lot of **** that went down that i feel like needs to be talked about and i wouldn't have been able to lay my head down to sleep in this beautiful city it didn't get it off my chest. SO, if it is alright with you ladies and gentlemen i think it's time we had some Real Talk.The stadium still cheered and still jumped. With the looks of how everyone was reacting one would be forgiven for thinking the show had gone off the air. Jason looked around the the arena with a smirk.
King: I'll take that as a yes.
He jumped down off the top turn buckle and walked to the center of the ring.
King: Now allow me to start with the question that i am sure is on so many of your minds. "Jason, why did you wait till the show was over to come out here and tell it like it is?".
That is a good question and the answer to that is a big two parter. Reason number one, the show has a time limit, they can only keep those cameras running so long and because management seems to enjoy letting their...Jason uses his hands to make air quotes
King: "talent" drone on and on and on and on with the same **** they have been saying for years now it doesn't really leave room for anyone who actually has anything interesting to say. Those of us who actually have the ability to craft a sentence that makes **** sense are often told to wait in the back while the "cool kids" get have tummy time with mommy and daddy microphone so hopefully, one day, they grow in to big strong boys and girls. And for that i gotta say people i am truly truly sorry.Jason took a second to look around the arena with an apologetic look on his face before putting the mic back up to his lips.
King: The second reason is simple. Every time walk down that ramp and step into this ring ratings go through the roof and, real talk, I don't fill like lining the pockets of the same mother fuckers who have been screwing me over night after night after night. Not to mention there's something different about a lot of the times i talk on the show you know...Jason walks over and leans against the ropes waving the mic around casually
King: It doesn't really feel like...Me ya know? He lets the words linger there for a second before stepping away from the ropes
King: But don't you worry Pittsburg because right now i am feeling 100% like myself and that is a very special feeling because as you saw tonight Jason King is apparently a very hot commodity. Oh yes! I just felt like the prettiest girl in school because it sure as hell seemed like AAAALLLL the popular kids wanted to **** with me tonight.
And guys, I’m flattered, I really am. But if you wanted to ask me to the prom all you had to do was ask.A laugh rolled through the crowd as Jason smirked
King: But honestly…I get it. Here’s the thing it’s not something they can control. This little clique can’t help it, its human nature to look up when something is above you and everyone in this building knows that I am so high above these dumb fucks when I **** they drown like a bunch of turkeys in the rain.More laughter from the Pittsburg crowd
King: What’s the first thing out of their mouth when they walked out to have their management mandated self love spectacle?
Jason King.
They tried to take me out at Ground Zero, hell, they tried to take me out tonight but here I am. They keep throwing everything they have at me and every time it just ends up proving what people have been saying over and over again. They…don’t…have it. The power, the ability, the fear, any of it. They talk as if they should be shown some kind of respect or something but the fact of the matter is they are just a pack of bullies who are throwing themselves at me three at a time and STILL not getting the **** job done. I mean COME ON. You would think if you guys were as bad ass as you bill yourselves you would have least humbled little 'ol me by now. ****, real talk, I think people are more tired of your bullshit than before you started trying to slap and tickle fight your way to a “New Bad Ass Faction”.
You started off with **** everyone has already sick and tired of and said “Hey you know what we could do…we could…combine our separate individual shits into one massive shitastrophe and people will finally think we’re cool again!”
I hate to break it to you but…you’re just getting mess everywhere. Incoherent, self stroking, just god awful boring mess all over the place. And trust me when I say this the locker room is getting awful sick of tired of having to smell the rank of your **** mediocrity all the time. Jason held his nose for a second and waved the mic in front of his face
King: Seriously people I don’t even know where to start. I mean I could talk about Marcus Collins…The crowd surprisingly cheers for their hometown native. There are still some boos in there but they are far and few between. Jason nods his head and waves his hand in a small circle.
King: I know I know he’s from here, he’s family. But…Pittsburg…come onJason leans forward against the rope draping his arms over the side.
King: We all know we have one of those family members who every time yall get together they get on your last **** nerve…come on don’t lie to me Pittsburg. I know when he’s not here you are at home shaking your head like “What the? Why the **** would you say that Marcus?! Marcus you know full well you didn’t plan to get your ass kicked over and over and over again. Why are you saying **** like that you make us all look bad!”There is a small laugh through the crowd.
King: Don’t worry Pittsburg your secret is safe with me. It doesn’t really matter because as unbearably average as Marcus Collins was tonight he wasn’t actually the one who seemed to have a lot to say about me tonight…which is pretty shocking if you think about it…No, tonight I had the pleasure of sitting in the back as Management let one of their favorite little “cool kids” spew out a novels worth of unintelligible garbage all about yours truly.Jason let out a chuckle and rolled his shoulders.
King: oh Grace. Real dogs only bark at bitches when they have to so I’m not going to spend a lot of time talking about whatever it was you thought you said tonight. But hunny please…whatever Wretch is paying you I promise you, seriously I promise you I will double it. I will go broke paying for you to make your lips do the opposite of what your legs do for anyone with a handful of pocket change, keep ‘em **** shut.The crowd pops to life at this one as Jason lets out another half laugh.
King: I mean seriously Gracey it just went on and on and on. “He’s been there twice, he’s been there twice, you have an ego” like it was a **** secret. I mean I don’t even know why anyone should care what you have to say. Like, you just walk Wretch down to the ring…that’s…all you do. He’s fully able to talk, trust me I’ve had the misfortune of listen to his verbal diarrhea too, so…I’m kinda confused to why you are even there…. unless…Jason raised his eyebrow.
King: it’s exactly what it looks like. Wretch just pulled you off some corner somewhere and is using his hard earned “look how scary I am money” to pay you to flutter around him and make it seem that there is any female on this planet who would think he’s a viable male that can still...rise for a ten count.
Is that it Wretch? The camera’s are off man it’s just us. I mean the showing up, the lights coming on and off, the spooky **** is all cute and all but we both know that in the real world no actual, normal, “non-professional” woman would stick around you very long would they?
No judgment here on either of you. What you spend your “hard earned” money on is none of my business. I just want to make sure I am not addressing the puppet when I should be talking to the one holding the strings.Jason’s smirks and shakes his head a little.
King: You say nobody in the locker room likes me. Well ****…my poor feelings. But hey! Now we have something in common. Hold up…does this mean I can join your little BFF club? Does this mean I get to walk around behind the scenes and twist everything in my favor while trying to start fights like a middle school kid with a step dad that hugged them just a little too much? Cuz I gotta say…you all make it look super duper fun. Jason makes a wide smile and gives a thumbs up. But then his face turns more serious.
King: But you know what else we have in common. We are both former world heavy weight champions, we are both one title away from being a triple crown champion. Oh wait, were you not paying attention. I have won a minor title, twice, and the brand title which leaves only one title left to go. The only difference between me and you Wretch is that you’ve been here for EEEEVER and I have been here less than a year. I haven’t been in this company 365 days and I’ve already done what you’ve done, and done a whole lot better. **** I can count the times I’ve actually lost a match on one hand and still have one finger left over to let you know EXACTLY what I think of you and your little Clique. Jason puts his middle finger up the sky and the crowd around him in the arena roars in approval.
King: You don’t faze me. Marcus and his delusions don’t faze me, Your little rich kid buddy don’t faze me, the fact that your ran to management and got them to put on ANOTHER tournament leading up to ANOTHER group match instead of giving me the one on one rematch I DESERVE doesn’t. Faze. me! And you wanna know why?
It’s because I am standing right here. You can sucker punch me, you can take my title, you can put me through table after table after table but I will ALWAYS get back up…
And they don’t have to like me, **** I would be surprised if they did, but it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the locker room sees you for what you are. Cowards, bullies, angry little men clinging to their sense of power hoping and praying that no one takes away the one thing that makes them feel special.
Oh yes…the Wolves. Are. Coming.Jason’s words hit with a clam rage and intensity that ignites the crowd again.
Jason stands in the chanting for a moment. Then he steps back and address the crowd.
King: Now I hear you tonight Pittsburg. Some of you are asking “Jason why are you saying all of this now?! Why don’t you save all this energy, channel it into your next match!” and that’s a very good question with a very easy answer…
I am not going to wait for a time where I know that can run my mouth without out any chance of someone coming down to shut me up. So right here, right now, I am giving anyone with an opinion on who the **** I am or what the **** I do to come down here and say it to my damn face!The crowd erupts in cheers as Jason leans back against the ropes facing the stage.
King: Yall were REEEAL **** talkative when you knew damn well management wasn’t gonna let me come out and make you look stupid so what’s up now?
Shows over kids, I got nowhere to be.
Jason King holds his arms out wide as he leans against the ropes. The crowd doesn’t know what to do with themselves. They know that anything could happen and they can hardly wait to see who, if anyone, decides to take Jason up.
TBC: Anyone