Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 15:38:02 GMT -5
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A small screen lights up the almost black room as we see Melina Garrison delivering Feel the Pain to Jason Hunter. She covers and Donovan Basch dives down to make the 3 count. The bell sounds and the camera is quick to focus on the victor and the man who had just counted the three, as they were now set to be opponents. The screen goes black and for a few seconds, everything is dark. Then a small lamp switches on and we see Jason Hunter sitting in a simple black office chair. He sits there with his head hanging down, arms at his sides. He takes a deep breath and slowly raises up his head, looking like he's had a severe lack of sleep.
"I have watched that moment over and over and over. It is of course the footage they use for any promotional material. That wasn't the most important moment in the match though. That moment, they won't ever show. The single most important moment in that match, was when Donovan Basch, the man who was supposed to be a fair and impartial referee, put his hands on me. He got physically involved in the match, stopped my momentum, distracted me, and that allowed Melina Garrison to get back in to the match. I was in full control, and the scared champion saw that. He saw the writing on the wall and he knew he had to do something to make sure that I didn't win that match. So he committed the cardinal sin any referee can make. He physically inserted himself in to the match. Go back and watch that match, I mean really watch it. Pull your head out of your ass, take off the rose colored glasses, stop listening to the people who say you're supposed to hate me because I don't pander to you, and truly watch the match. You will see a man abuse the power that was handed to him for no reason at all. Donovan Basch has zero experience as a referee, but for some reason he was chosen to officiate one of the biggest matches in West Coast Genesis history. The current champion was all but given the opportunity to choose his challenger. The current champion was put in charge of a number one contenders match, and he abused that to make sure he would take on the lesser opponent. Donovan Basch screwed me out of being the number one contender, because he is scared of me. Come Saturday though, he will answer for his crimes, and I will get my payback. My payback not just for him stealing my title match, but for the victory over him that was robbed from me months ago."
Hunter stops for a bit, takes a few breaths, wipes a small bit of hair from his face, then reaches down and picks something up and raises up an arrow. This one looks much different than the other ones that have been seen when he organized and polished them. The shaft looks worn down, the paint has started to crack and peel a bit, the tip is ruined as it looks to be covered in dried dirt and blood.
"You are no doubt asking yourself why I am holding up an arrow that looks like trash. How did I ever let one of my tools get in this condition. I allowed it to get in this condition as a reminder to myself. This arrow was from the one prize that escaped my aim. It is rare, but sometimes you can get the perfect shot, fire off your arrow, and then at the last possible second, your target turns and escapes from you. In my days hunting, that has happened to me exactly once. In my days in West Coast Genesis, that happened to me on December second, two thousand and seventeen. I had Donovan Basch in my sights. I had controlled the entirety of the match. I fired off the perfect shot, but it didn't hit. I was robbed of my prize and left empty handed. To this day, it is my only loss on the big stage. HYPE, Crossroad events, nobody else has been able to beat me. Nobody else has been able to escape my grasp when the lights are brightest and the stage is biggest. Donovan Basch is not only the man who cost me the number one contendership, he's the one that got away. Donovan Basch is my white whale. He is the Moby Dick to my Captain Ahab. Unlike that doomed bastard though, I will strike Donovan Basch down."
Hunter raises up the arrow and looks at the tip. A bit of rust is seen below the dirt and blood. He drops the arrow down and stares straight ahead.
"Donovan, I am going to beat you on Saturday night. I am going to prove that I am the single best wrestler in West Coast Genesis. I am going to make sure that I get what I should already have right now. I am going to make sure that you pay for screwing me in that number one contenders match. Saturday night, Jason Hunter defeats the West Coast Champion Donovan Basch. That is not me being over confident. That is not a prediction. That is not even a promise. It is a prophecy. It is a destined outcome. It is an irrefutable determination. I WILL WIN! And when I win, well the demands that I will be making of Mercedes, they will be fulfilled or else there will be hell to pay. Those demands will wait for Saturday night. I threatened that I would make sure the show didn't happen if I didn't get what was rightfully mine, and I do not make threats in vain. But, that will wait until Saturday night. For now, I want Donovan Basch to look in to my eyes. I want him to look at the face of the man who will be taking that West Coast title from him. I want him to look in to the eyes of his destroyer."
Hunter leans in closer towards the camera and just stares. He doesn't blink, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't move at all. He just stares straight ahead as the scene slowly fades.
A small screen lights up the almost black room as we see Melina Garrison delivering Feel the Pain to Jason Hunter. She covers and Donovan Basch dives down to make the 3 count. The bell sounds and the camera is quick to focus on the victor and the man who had just counted the three, as they were now set to be opponents. The screen goes black and for a few seconds, everything is dark. Then a small lamp switches on and we see Jason Hunter sitting in a simple black office chair. He sits there with his head hanging down, arms at his sides. He takes a deep breath and slowly raises up his head, looking like he's had a severe lack of sleep.
"I have watched that moment over and over and over. It is of course the footage they use for any promotional material. That wasn't the most important moment in the match though. That moment, they won't ever show. The single most important moment in that match, was when Donovan Basch, the man who was supposed to be a fair and impartial referee, put his hands on me. He got physically involved in the match, stopped my momentum, distracted me, and that allowed Melina Garrison to get back in to the match. I was in full control, and the scared champion saw that. He saw the writing on the wall and he knew he had to do something to make sure that I didn't win that match. So he committed the cardinal sin any referee can make. He physically inserted himself in to the match. Go back and watch that match, I mean really watch it. Pull your head out of your ass, take off the rose colored glasses, stop listening to the people who say you're supposed to hate me because I don't pander to you, and truly watch the match. You will see a man abuse the power that was handed to him for no reason at all. Donovan Basch has zero experience as a referee, but for some reason he was chosen to officiate one of the biggest matches in West Coast Genesis history. The current champion was all but given the opportunity to choose his challenger. The current champion was put in charge of a number one contenders match, and he abused that to make sure he would take on the lesser opponent. Donovan Basch screwed me out of being the number one contender, because he is scared of me. Come Saturday though, he will answer for his crimes, and I will get my payback. My payback not just for him stealing my title match, but for the victory over him that was robbed from me months ago."
Hunter stops for a bit, takes a few breaths, wipes a small bit of hair from his face, then reaches down and picks something up and raises up an arrow. This one looks much different than the other ones that have been seen when he organized and polished them. The shaft looks worn down, the paint has started to crack and peel a bit, the tip is ruined as it looks to be covered in dried dirt and blood.
"You are no doubt asking yourself why I am holding up an arrow that looks like trash. How did I ever let one of my tools get in this condition. I allowed it to get in this condition as a reminder to myself. This arrow was from the one prize that escaped my aim. It is rare, but sometimes you can get the perfect shot, fire off your arrow, and then at the last possible second, your target turns and escapes from you. In my days hunting, that has happened to me exactly once. In my days in West Coast Genesis, that happened to me on December second, two thousand and seventeen. I had Donovan Basch in my sights. I had controlled the entirety of the match. I fired off the perfect shot, but it didn't hit. I was robbed of my prize and left empty handed. To this day, it is my only loss on the big stage. HYPE, Crossroad events, nobody else has been able to beat me. Nobody else has been able to escape my grasp when the lights are brightest and the stage is biggest. Donovan Basch is not only the man who cost me the number one contendership, he's the one that got away. Donovan Basch is my white whale. He is the Moby Dick to my Captain Ahab. Unlike that doomed bastard though, I will strike Donovan Basch down."
Hunter raises up the arrow and looks at the tip. A bit of rust is seen below the dirt and blood. He drops the arrow down and stares straight ahead.
"Donovan, I am going to beat you on Saturday night. I am going to prove that I am the single best wrestler in West Coast Genesis. I am going to make sure that I get what I should already have right now. I am going to make sure that you pay for screwing me in that number one contenders match. Saturday night, Jason Hunter defeats the West Coast Champion Donovan Basch. That is not me being over confident. That is not a prediction. That is not even a promise. It is a prophecy. It is a destined outcome. It is an irrefutable determination. I WILL WIN! And when I win, well the demands that I will be making of Mercedes, they will be fulfilled or else there will be hell to pay. Those demands will wait for Saturday night. I threatened that I would make sure the show didn't happen if I didn't get what was rightfully mine, and I do not make threats in vain. But, that will wait until Saturday night. For now, I want Donovan Basch to look in to my eyes. I want him to look at the face of the man who will be taking that West Coast title from him. I want him to look in to the eyes of his destroyer."
Hunter leans in closer towards the camera and just stares. He doesn't blink, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't move at all. He just stares straight ahead as the scene slowly fades.