Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 17:35:35 GMT -5
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Jason Hunter sits on the small balcony of his apartment, looking out over the city as he calmly goes about cleaning his hunting rifle. The weather is surprisingly warm for the time of year, causing him to go with a simple pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts. He finishes up his work, looks at the rifle and gives a slight nod of his before he turns towards the camera that's been focused on him the entire time.
"Do you know what the single most important thing is that a Hunter needs? It's not a certain type of ammunition. It's not a certain type of gun. It's not even a gun that's been cleaned and inspected in the last six months. All are important, but it isn't the most important thing. It isn't great eye sight or great hearing either. Again, they are important. Being able to spot your prey without a scope when it's hundreds of yards away is a great skill. Being able to figure out where that faint rustling of leaves is coming from is a massive help when out in those woods. Still, all of those things pale in comparison to this. The single most important thing for any hunter to have, the single most important trait a hunter can possess... patience."
Jason places his rifle inside it's case, then grabs a small screwdriver so he can unmount his scope.
"For every hunter that walks out and finds a deer in twenty minutes, there's that guy who's sitting there in his blind and waiting for hours, sometimes days. There's times where you may not even bag your prize, but you keep at it. There's always the next hunt, and the hunt after that. Patience is what separates the master from the amateur. That's why I didn't freak out when Donovan Basch all but ignored me after our match was announced. That's why I'm not upset that he has time to post pictures of his fiance every other day, but couldn't take even ten seconds to mention our match. I am a patient man, so I waited and I watched. I got his attention for a little bit, but after a few bitchy tweets he was gone."
Jason takes the scope and starts making small tweaks on it. He makes a tweak, then holds it up to his eye and looks through to see if he has it precisely where he wants.
"I'll admit, I forgot about him for a time. I was given the opportunity to bag a much larger prize. I was handpicked for a spot in a Spotlight title match at a NGW pay per view. Not Juliana DiMaria, not Austen Blackwell, not Danni LeBlanc, not Karari Makelah, Not MJelina Garrison, and certainly not you Donovan Basch. You can talk all you want about being the number one contender for that West Coast title, but you weren't the man they came to when a title opportunity arose. Trust me Donovan, it wasn't because of some conspiracy or anyone being afraid of you either. It's because nobody wants to see you in that ring. Nobody cares about a Donovan Basch match. Maybe they'll care about your opponent, like they will for this match. Normally though, you are the bathroom break match. You're the guy that when his music huts, the crowd breaths a sigh of relief because it means they can finally go take a piss or get another overpriced arena beer."
Jason finishes his tweaks and goes about putting the scope back in place.
"You barely say a word on twitter, and your promos don't really give people much of a reason to feel like they need to watch. As patient as I am, as much as I have honed that patience over years of hunting, mine was beginning to wear thin with you. Not because of what you had said, but because of what you hadn't. Other than complaining about me getting a good view to watch my next opponent and an opponent I'll be facing soon, there was absolutely nothing of note from you. Then, earlier today I got a notification that I had been tagged in a tweet, by you. I was so excited. Finally, here was you giving me and the rest of the World a reason to actually give a shit about you. Then I read the tweet and I was completely disappointed. A pathetic pun based on my last name and me being an avid hunter. Really, I better bring plenty of ammo?"
Jason shakes his head, then just sighs slightly as he pulls up a large box of ammo, then another, and another, and then two more.
"Believe me, I always have more than enough ammo for whatever it is I'm hunting. This hunt though, all I'm going to need is one good shot, right between the eyes."
Jason smirks as he taps his right hand on his right knee.
"After the tweet, I needed to clear my head a bit, so I went and did a little bit of target practice at the range. I had relaxed, calmed myself down and resigned myself to fate. I am facing an uninteresting bore. I can't change that, so there's no point worrying about it. Unfortunately, I then saw that you had released a video. I turned it on, managed to stay awake through the entire thing, and I was right back where I started. So, I decided to do something else that relaxes me. I decide to clean my rifle and get my scope aligned perfectly for my shooting style. It's worked actually. Now, I can sit here and address the things that you said without feeling like slitting my wrists."
Jason stops for a second, takes a quick sip of water and just makes everyone wait as he puts the cap back on the bottle.
"I learned something through your tweets a few weeks ago and your video from today. You, Donovan Basch, are a whiny little bitch. Wha, Karari is getting a title match before me. Wha, I won a match months ago and I should get my shot. Wha, Jason Hunter distracted Melina and made it where I could win easily. Wha, I have to prove myself against someone I know is better than me. Wha wha wha. That's all it was from you for like three minutes, and then there were some really pathetic threats and a lame ass analogy. Believe me Donovan, you are no rhino and I have never ended a hunt, empty handed."
Jason looks straight ahead at the camera and smirks as he pulls a single bullet from one of the boxes. He tosses it up in the air, catches it and gives the camera a wink as the scene slowly fades.
Jason Hunter sits on the small balcony of his apartment, looking out over the city as he calmly goes about cleaning his hunting rifle. The weather is surprisingly warm for the time of year, causing him to go with a simple pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts. He finishes up his work, looks at the rifle and gives a slight nod of his before he turns towards the camera that's been focused on him the entire time.
"Do you know what the single most important thing is that a Hunter needs? It's not a certain type of ammunition. It's not a certain type of gun. It's not even a gun that's been cleaned and inspected in the last six months. All are important, but it isn't the most important thing. It isn't great eye sight or great hearing either. Again, they are important. Being able to spot your prey without a scope when it's hundreds of yards away is a great skill. Being able to figure out where that faint rustling of leaves is coming from is a massive help when out in those woods. Still, all of those things pale in comparison to this. The single most important thing for any hunter to have, the single most important trait a hunter can possess... patience."
Jason places his rifle inside it's case, then grabs a small screwdriver so he can unmount his scope.
"For every hunter that walks out and finds a deer in twenty minutes, there's that guy who's sitting there in his blind and waiting for hours, sometimes days. There's times where you may not even bag your prize, but you keep at it. There's always the next hunt, and the hunt after that. Patience is what separates the master from the amateur. That's why I didn't freak out when Donovan Basch all but ignored me after our match was announced. That's why I'm not upset that he has time to post pictures of his fiance every other day, but couldn't take even ten seconds to mention our match. I am a patient man, so I waited and I watched. I got his attention for a little bit, but after a few bitchy tweets he was gone."
Jason takes the scope and starts making small tweaks on it. He makes a tweak, then holds it up to his eye and looks through to see if he has it precisely where he wants.
"I'll admit, I forgot about him for a time. I was given the opportunity to bag a much larger prize. I was handpicked for a spot in a Spotlight title match at a NGW pay per view. Not Juliana DiMaria, not Austen Blackwell, not Danni LeBlanc, not Karari Makelah, Not MJelina Garrison, and certainly not you Donovan Basch. You can talk all you want about being the number one contender for that West Coast title, but you weren't the man they came to when a title opportunity arose. Trust me Donovan, it wasn't because of some conspiracy or anyone being afraid of you either. It's because nobody wants to see you in that ring. Nobody cares about a Donovan Basch match. Maybe they'll care about your opponent, like they will for this match. Normally though, you are the bathroom break match. You're the guy that when his music huts, the crowd breaths a sigh of relief because it means they can finally go take a piss or get another overpriced arena beer."
Jason finishes his tweaks and goes about putting the scope back in place.
"You barely say a word on twitter, and your promos don't really give people much of a reason to feel like they need to watch. As patient as I am, as much as I have honed that patience over years of hunting, mine was beginning to wear thin with you. Not because of what you had said, but because of what you hadn't. Other than complaining about me getting a good view to watch my next opponent and an opponent I'll be facing soon, there was absolutely nothing of note from you. Then, earlier today I got a notification that I had been tagged in a tweet, by you. I was so excited. Finally, here was you giving me and the rest of the World a reason to actually give a shit about you. Then I read the tweet and I was completely disappointed. A pathetic pun based on my last name and me being an avid hunter. Really, I better bring plenty of ammo?"
Jason shakes his head, then just sighs slightly as he pulls up a large box of ammo, then another, and another, and then two more.
"Believe me, I always have more than enough ammo for whatever it is I'm hunting. This hunt though, all I'm going to need is one good shot, right between the eyes."
Jason smirks as he taps his right hand on his right knee.
"After the tweet, I needed to clear my head a bit, so I went and did a little bit of target practice at the range. I had relaxed, calmed myself down and resigned myself to fate. I am facing an uninteresting bore. I can't change that, so there's no point worrying about it. Unfortunately, I then saw that you had released a video. I turned it on, managed to stay awake through the entire thing, and I was right back where I started. So, I decided to do something else that relaxes me. I decide to clean my rifle and get my scope aligned perfectly for my shooting style. It's worked actually. Now, I can sit here and address the things that you said without feeling like slitting my wrists."
Jason stops for a second, takes a quick sip of water and just makes everyone wait as he puts the cap back on the bottle.
"I learned something through your tweets a few weeks ago and your video from today. You, Donovan Basch, are a whiny little bitch. Wha, Karari is getting a title match before me. Wha, I won a match months ago and I should get my shot. Wha, Jason Hunter distracted Melina and made it where I could win easily. Wha, I have to prove myself against someone I know is better than me. Wha wha wha. That's all it was from you for like three minutes, and then there were some really pathetic threats and a lame ass analogy. Believe me Donovan, you are no rhino and I have never ended a hunt, empty handed."
Jason looks straight ahead at the camera and smirks as he pulls a single bullet from one of the boxes. He tosses it up in the air, catches it and gives the camera a wink as the scene slowly fades.