Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 14:03:08 GMT -5
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Jason Hunter sits on the floor of his apartment, just staring straight ahead at the wall. He doesn't even acknowledge the camera facing him, he just sits there staring at the wall. He doesn't move a single muscle, if it wasn't for the occasional blink, you would think he was dead.
"I am supposed to be sitting here with the West Coast Championship in my hands."
He still stares at the wall, not even bothering to turn towards the camera as he speaks.
"I am supposed to be telling all of you how stupid you were to doubt me."
Still no movement at all. Only words and a blink every so often.
"I am supposed to be rubbing that title in the face of everyone who says I'm not good enough."
A slight bit of movement now as he lets out an audible sigh, his chest moving just a bit.
"Instead, I have nothing. I find myself thrust back in to the middle of the card. I am forced to watch people like that painted up freak Jimmy Pagan, get undeserved title shots. I am forced to watch that bitch Melina Wilson, plastered all over the next event poster. I don't get to tell all of you that I was right. I don't get the next title match. I don't get to be on the poster... but there is something that I can do."
Another sigh before he stands up. Hunter continues to stare at the wall though, still not turning towards the camera.
"I can remind everyone of just how good I am. I can remind everyone of just how dangerous I am. I can remind everyone, that even without the West Coast Championship in my hands, I am still THE top guy in West Coast Genesis. Saturday night, Iphi... Iphigen... the chick with the weird ass name, she gets to serve as an example to the entirety of West Coast Genesis, just like that fool JD Ryan."
Hunter finally turns his face towards the camera, an evil smirk on his face as he does.
"Iphy, that's what most people call you, right? Well Iphy, I want to give you a fair warning of what's going to happen on Saturday. I am going to drive your skull in to the mat, over and over and over again. Now, you can avoid me going from wanting to prove a point and hurt you a little bit, to me wanting to end you. It's very simple for you to. All you need to do is avoid comparing my title loss, to the ones you suffered. See, when I faced Danielle Basch, I beat her. So if you attempt to compare you losing to her, to my loss against her idiot husband, I am going to take that as a personal attack. Ask JD Ryan what happens to you when you insult me? Well, you will probably have to ask his boyfriend. He's either too concussed or too traumatized to actually remember what happened. If you avoid that one thing Iphy, it isn't going to stop me from hurting you, but it will keep me from ending you. No matter what though, on Saturday, I use you as an example and remind everyone exactly who Jason Hunter is."
Hunter turns away from the camera and goes back to staring at the wall as he sits back down and everything fades to black.
Jason Hunter sits on the floor of his apartment, just staring straight ahead at the wall. He doesn't even acknowledge the camera facing him, he just sits there staring at the wall. He doesn't move a single muscle, if it wasn't for the occasional blink, you would think he was dead.
"I am supposed to be sitting here with the West Coast Championship in my hands."
He still stares at the wall, not even bothering to turn towards the camera as he speaks.
"I am supposed to be telling all of you how stupid you were to doubt me."
Still no movement at all. Only words and a blink every so often.
"I am supposed to be rubbing that title in the face of everyone who says I'm not good enough."
A slight bit of movement now as he lets out an audible sigh, his chest moving just a bit.
"Instead, I have nothing. I find myself thrust back in to the middle of the card. I am forced to watch people like that painted up freak Jimmy Pagan, get undeserved title shots. I am forced to watch that bitch Melina Wilson, plastered all over the next event poster. I don't get to tell all of you that I was right. I don't get the next title match. I don't get to be on the poster... but there is something that I can do."
Another sigh before he stands up. Hunter continues to stare at the wall though, still not turning towards the camera.
"I can remind everyone of just how good I am. I can remind everyone of just how dangerous I am. I can remind everyone, that even without the West Coast Championship in my hands, I am still THE top guy in West Coast Genesis. Saturday night, Iphi... Iphigen... the chick with the weird ass name, she gets to serve as an example to the entirety of West Coast Genesis, just like that fool JD Ryan."
Hunter finally turns his face towards the camera, an evil smirk on his face as he does.
"Iphy, that's what most people call you, right? Well Iphy, I want to give you a fair warning of what's going to happen on Saturday. I am going to drive your skull in to the mat, over and over and over again. Now, you can avoid me going from wanting to prove a point and hurt you a little bit, to me wanting to end you. It's very simple for you to. All you need to do is avoid comparing my title loss, to the ones you suffered. See, when I faced Danielle Basch, I beat her. So if you attempt to compare you losing to her, to my loss against her idiot husband, I am going to take that as a personal attack. Ask JD Ryan what happens to you when you insult me? Well, you will probably have to ask his boyfriend. He's either too concussed or too traumatized to actually remember what happened. If you avoid that one thing Iphy, it isn't going to stop me from hurting you, but it will keep me from ending you. No matter what though, on Saturday, I use you as an example and remind everyone exactly who Jason Hunter is."
Hunter turns away from the camera and goes back to staring at the wall as he sits back down and everything fades to black.
