Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 14:19:14 GMT -5
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Jason Hunter sits on the floor of his simple bedroom. black athletic pants and a Destroyers t-shirt cover him as he looks straight ahead. No knife, no gun, no arrow in his hand, just a simple stoic expression in a plain room, with plain clothes.
"I had planned to sit here and talk about my opponents, my partners, how this match was fairly big for everyone involved. Nite Stalker and Austen Blackwell are set to face each other at Crossroads Ascension, I get to beat on and bludgeon Melina Garrison in a Texas death match at the same show. Donovan Basch has a shot at the title, and Karari Makelah was going to be facing Trina Bishop with each of them really looking to make their mark here in West Coast Genesis. Then I saw this tweet
"
Jason pulls out his phone and holds it up to the camera for a little bit so everyone can read it.
For those that knew @redhotrari1 I just got word that she took her life at 10:27 ET this morning. She was a wonderful friend, great wrestler and overall kind and caring person. I will give details on a service as I am her only family.
He puts the phone back down and shakes his head.
"Now if anyone is expecting tears from me or even condolences to her friends or family or whoever, well that isn't going to happen. I'm not sad about this, I'm pissed off. First, they change it from me being teamed up with the current champion, who I don't like, but I do at least have some respect for. She's got that title for a reason. Still, I tried to make the best of it. I figured, she would actually be easier to work with than Juliana, plus I knew she had dumped that roided up freak Mason Moore. That lead me to believe that she was smarter than her trashy dye job and fake tits would lead you to believe. Then, she goes and fucking offs herself? That's not just stupid as hell, it's fucking selfish."
Jason shakes his head in disgust for a few seconds, takes a deep breath and looks back up.
"Now, all I'm left with is some painted up freak who seems to think he's the second or third or eighteenth coming of some entity or being or demon or ghost or whatever. The only positive I can find about this guy, he's violent and doesn't seem to give a fuck about attacking people at random. Maybe I can unleash him on Melina Garrison and let him soften her up before our Texas death match. I don't need her softened up, and I could do it myself, but if you have a chainsaw at your disposal, why would you cut down your Christmas tree with a handsaw? With us being one person down, I figure we might as well not focus so much on the win, and just look to do as much damage as we possibly can to out opponents at Crossroads: Ascension. It's the best play we have after that selfish bitch decide to shuffle herself off the mortal coil."
Jason again shakes his head, then cracks his knuckles.
"So Melina, Donovan, Austen, I would suggest you be prepared for an all out assault on Saturday night."
Jason stands up and in his right hand he brings up a large rope, complete with a cowbell on one end and a noose on the other. In his left hand he has a kendo stick, and on his face sits a sadistic grin as he stares straight ahead with the scene slowly fading out.
Jason Hunter sits on the floor of his simple bedroom. black athletic pants and a Destroyers t-shirt cover him as he looks straight ahead. No knife, no gun, no arrow in his hand, just a simple stoic expression in a plain room, with plain clothes.
"I had planned to sit here and talk about my opponents, my partners, how this match was fairly big for everyone involved. Nite Stalker and Austen Blackwell are set to face each other at Crossroads Ascension, I get to beat on and bludgeon Melina Garrison in a Texas death match at the same show. Donovan Basch has a shot at the title, and Karari Makelah was going to be facing Trina Bishop with each of them really looking to make their mark here in West Coast Genesis. Then I saw this tweet
"
Jason pulls out his phone and holds it up to the camera for a little bit so everyone can read it.
For those that knew @redhotrari1 I just got word that she took her life at 10:27 ET this morning. She was a wonderful friend, great wrestler and overall kind and caring person. I will give details on a service as I am her only family.
He puts the phone back down and shakes his head.
"Now if anyone is expecting tears from me or even condolences to her friends or family or whoever, well that isn't going to happen. I'm not sad about this, I'm pissed off. First, they change it from me being teamed up with the current champion, who I don't like, but I do at least have some respect for. She's got that title for a reason. Still, I tried to make the best of it. I figured, she would actually be easier to work with than Juliana, plus I knew she had dumped that roided up freak Mason Moore. That lead me to believe that she was smarter than her trashy dye job and fake tits would lead you to believe. Then, she goes and fucking offs herself? That's not just stupid as hell, it's fucking selfish."
Jason shakes his head in disgust for a few seconds, takes a deep breath and looks back up.
"Now, all I'm left with is some painted up freak who seems to think he's the second or third or eighteenth coming of some entity or being or demon or ghost or whatever. The only positive I can find about this guy, he's violent and doesn't seem to give a fuck about attacking people at random. Maybe I can unleash him on Melina Garrison and let him soften her up before our Texas death match. I don't need her softened up, and I could do it myself, but if you have a chainsaw at your disposal, why would you cut down your Christmas tree with a handsaw? With us being one person down, I figure we might as well not focus so much on the win, and just look to do as much damage as we possibly can to out opponents at Crossroads: Ascension. It's the best play we have after that selfish bitch decide to shuffle herself off the mortal coil."
Jason again shakes his head, then cracks his knuckles.
"So Melina, Donovan, Austen, I would suggest you be prepared for an all out assault on Saturday night."
Jason stands up and in his right hand he brings up a large rope, complete with a cowbell on one end and a noose on the other. In his left hand he has a kendo stick, and on his face sits a sadistic grin as he stares straight ahead with the scene slowly fading out.
