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Jason Hunter sat in the corner of his bedroom, back resting against the wall, heard turned towards the large sliding glass door, looking out on to the small balcony as a bit of rain fell.
"So once again I find myself needing a bounce back win. For the second time in my West Coast Genesis career, I go in to a HYPE after suffering a loss at Unscripted. It almost seems like there could be a little trend developing. Maybe there's a pattern emerging. I certainly hope it isn't the case, but if it is, then the odds are in my favor come Hype. Last show, I had to prove that I was worth the big money contract. Last show, I had to prove that I wasn't a wasted investment. Last show, I had to prove that the faith in me was not misplaced. Last show, I had to prove that I belonged not just in West Coast Genesis, but in the West Coast Title picture. I had a lot to prove going in to the last edition of HYPE. I was coming off of a debut loss, and I was placed against a bigger stronger opponent. I was coming off of a debut loss, and I was put up against someone with a significant amount of combat experience. I was coming off a debut loss, and I was not given much of a chance to improve my record. Then, I went out there, found Santore's weak spot, took aim, and proceeded to show everyone that I am worth every penny they paid me. I proved that I deserve all the faith that has been placed in me. I proved that I deserve to be in the hunt for that West Coast Title."
He finally turned his attention to the camera, and brushed his hair back with his hand.
"Saturday, I'll do that once again. Again, I go in against an opponent who is bigger than me. This time, it's by a fairly substantial amount. Of course he's also slower and dumber than me. Not to mention, he's got a really stupid name. Seriously, calling yourself Lucifer? That's just pathetic. I guess 'I'm a douchebag who's trying to seem dark and edgy' is a bit long though. Still, you could have at least tried to be a little creative. Update the spelling a little bit, give yourself some kind of last name like Dark with an H in the middle or an E at the end. Or just go all out with it and call yourself Lucifer Morningstar. Still douchey and clearly a pathetic attempt to intimidate people, but at least it would have shown some commitment. Instead, it's just kind of a giant mess. You call yourself Lucifer, but you don't even say you're from hell or the Underworld or anything like that. The Kingdom of Nirvana? What in the shit is that? That's something that some guy wearing an orange robe and doing kung fu should have. Then, you have even more stupidity with y'alls team name. Pseudo dark evil names, yet you call yourselves The Messiahs? You're mixing up like three different religious beliefs or whatever, and they're all contradictory. Did you morons just up and decide that you wanted to be the biggest bunch of assholes to ever step inside a wrestling ring. The competition is pretty stiff, but I think you might be able to take the duo slash group category."
He gives a bit of a mocking laugh and slightly shakes his head.
"I really can't wait to place my knee right between your eyes and knock you the hell out. Put your stupid name aside, put aside me needing a big win, put aside the fact that you're currently above me in the title rankings. Forget all of that for right now. I want to drive your teeth down your throat for one simple reason. To shut you the hell up. You go out there and run your mouth to anyone who will listen. You go out there and drone on and on and on and on. You get a microphone and assault people's ear drums. You talk and talk and talk, but you say absolutely nothing. Your words lack any kind of substance. Your words lack any value. Yet still you go out there and run your mouth. You are a babbler, and no Hunter wants to have a babbler around them. You are every single thing I despise in wrestling. You care more about words than you do actions. You continue to talk as if you are this great man, yet your failures are equal to your successes, and most of those successes have been the result of either tag matches, or you receiving help. Yet still you act as if you are savior of West Coast Genesis. Still you act as if you are the savior of wrestling. Well Luci, I have some very bad news for you. Neither West Coast Genesis or wrestling, need saving. Neither West Coast Genesis or wrestling, need you or your family."
Jason looks straight ahead at the camera, pushes his hair back, then stands up, still looking straight ahead.
"What West Coast Genesis needs, what wrestling needs, is a champion that can bring it some real prestige. Not someone who barely shows up, not someone who whines about their opponents, not someone who bounces around smiling and kissing ass. They need someone who takes this seriously. They need someone who treats every single match as a hunt. They need a man who understand that if you do not kill, you do not eat. That is who I am, Lucifer. I assure you that I do not intend on going hungry on Saturday. I assure that when you step in to that ring with me, you will be stepping inside there with a man who knows that his only choice is kill or be killed. I assure you that I will have no problems pulling the trigger, and that you will know what it feels like to be the huntsman's prey."
Hunter looks straight ahead, then pulls an imaginary arrow from his back, and aims it straight ahead as the scene slowly fades out.
Jason Hunter sat in the corner of his bedroom, back resting against the wall, heard turned towards the large sliding glass door, looking out on to the small balcony as a bit of rain fell.
"So once again I find myself needing a bounce back win. For the second time in my West Coast Genesis career, I go in to a HYPE after suffering a loss at Unscripted. It almost seems like there could be a little trend developing. Maybe there's a pattern emerging. I certainly hope it isn't the case, but if it is, then the odds are in my favor come Hype. Last show, I had to prove that I was worth the big money contract. Last show, I had to prove that I wasn't a wasted investment. Last show, I had to prove that the faith in me was not misplaced. Last show, I had to prove that I belonged not just in West Coast Genesis, but in the West Coast Title picture. I had a lot to prove going in to the last edition of HYPE. I was coming off of a debut loss, and I was placed against a bigger stronger opponent. I was coming off of a debut loss, and I was put up against someone with a significant amount of combat experience. I was coming off a debut loss, and I was not given much of a chance to improve my record. Then, I went out there, found Santore's weak spot, took aim, and proceeded to show everyone that I am worth every penny they paid me. I proved that I deserve all the faith that has been placed in me. I proved that I deserve to be in the hunt for that West Coast Title."
He finally turned his attention to the camera, and brushed his hair back with his hand.
"Saturday, I'll do that once again. Again, I go in against an opponent who is bigger than me. This time, it's by a fairly substantial amount. Of course he's also slower and dumber than me. Not to mention, he's got a really stupid name. Seriously, calling yourself Lucifer? That's just pathetic. I guess 'I'm a douchebag who's trying to seem dark and edgy' is a bit long though. Still, you could have at least tried to be a little creative. Update the spelling a little bit, give yourself some kind of last name like Dark with an H in the middle or an E at the end. Or just go all out with it and call yourself Lucifer Morningstar. Still douchey and clearly a pathetic attempt to intimidate people, but at least it would have shown some commitment. Instead, it's just kind of a giant mess. You call yourself Lucifer, but you don't even say you're from hell or the Underworld or anything like that. The Kingdom of Nirvana? What in the shit is that? That's something that some guy wearing an orange robe and doing kung fu should have. Then, you have even more stupidity with y'alls team name. Pseudo dark evil names, yet you call yourselves The Messiahs? You're mixing up like three different religious beliefs or whatever, and they're all contradictory. Did you morons just up and decide that you wanted to be the biggest bunch of assholes to ever step inside a wrestling ring. The competition is pretty stiff, but I think you might be able to take the duo slash group category."
He gives a bit of a mocking laugh and slightly shakes his head.
"I really can't wait to place my knee right between your eyes and knock you the hell out. Put your stupid name aside, put aside me needing a big win, put aside the fact that you're currently above me in the title rankings. Forget all of that for right now. I want to drive your teeth down your throat for one simple reason. To shut you the hell up. You go out there and run your mouth to anyone who will listen. You go out there and drone on and on and on and on. You get a microphone and assault people's ear drums. You talk and talk and talk, but you say absolutely nothing. Your words lack any kind of substance. Your words lack any value. Yet still you go out there and run your mouth. You are a babbler, and no Hunter wants to have a babbler around them. You are every single thing I despise in wrestling. You care more about words than you do actions. You continue to talk as if you are this great man, yet your failures are equal to your successes, and most of those successes have been the result of either tag matches, or you receiving help. Yet still you act as if you are savior of West Coast Genesis. Still you act as if you are the savior of wrestling. Well Luci, I have some very bad news for you. Neither West Coast Genesis or wrestling, need saving. Neither West Coast Genesis or wrestling, need you or your family."
Jason looks straight ahead at the camera, pushes his hair back, then stands up, still looking straight ahead.
"What West Coast Genesis needs, what wrestling needs, is a champion that can bring it some real prestige. Not someone who barely shows up, not someone who whines about their opponents, not someone who bounces around smiling and kissing ass. They need someone who takes this seriously. They need someone who treats every single match as a hunt. They need a man who understand that if you do not kill, you do not eat. That is who I am, Lucifer. I assure you that I do not intend on going hungry on Saturday. I assure that when you step in to that ring with me, you will be stepping inside there with a man who knows that his only choice is kill or be killed. I assure you that I will have no problems pulling the trigger, and that you will know what it feels like to be the huntsman's prey."
Hunter looks straight ahead, then pulls an imaginary arrow from his back, and aims it straight ahead as the scene slowly fades out.