[#001] A SECOND CHANCE.

❝ A SECOND CHANCE. ❞
vs Issak Otto⠀//⠀VICTORY XIII: The Bad Luck Club.⠀//⠀#001

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At a young age, an older life seemed so perfect to have.

To the chance of becoming a sensible adult, to the chance of becoming a loving husband to the partner that you choose to spend the rest of your life with, to the chance that you’d find the time to have the perfect job and secure a valuable income, to the chance that your future is destined with a next generation with kids of yours. That older life, it always seemed to have been the perfect lifestyle to live when you were a teenager– it was, until you finally lived to become that adult. The time that you try to spend being that sensible adult? The past bleeds itself into what you have become with those changes. Married at twenty-four and then having to divorce after two whole months together because you two realised how imperfect you were for one another. A child when you were younger after a one night stand, at a time when you weren’t ready to become the parent you thought of being, and a tiresome job that wastes away all of the free days you should be having.

Truthfully, at the age of twenty-four — and coming up twenty-five in just a couple of months, Jason Long had shown himself just how belittling an adult life can become. Was it a bad case of horrible luck that he was shown a hard time throughout the past three-ish years of his real adulthood life? It was a possibility, sure, but to have all of those hopes and dreams of his being crushed within an instant as each year passed– it was taking a pure enough toll onto the man.

For any path that he had taken — no matter if it was for the best or for the worst — there always seemed to have been a dark turn, a dark path, a dark side growing further to completement– how could he be this innocent younger man when he’s been through so much shit that can easily manipulate him into becoming this monster of a human being. Twisted and absolutely demented, that’s how his thought process was slowly creeping into, losing his wife after two whole months and then losing just about everything that could’ve been holding his life together. He was so close to grabbing onto the ecstasy he’s kept secret from everyone, even on the night of his own wedding as the rain poured down, he kept it a secret as the trip that he went on kept him going for hours on end.

Though– as Jason sat there in his home and continued to read through the papers to make everything become legal to the courts of law, he wasn’t aware of the front door to his Santa Monica home opening up wide and someone walking through the halls of his own home, it wasn’t until they stepped into the dining room area where Jason was when he had finally realised who entered the home with them.

Michael Bishop.

“Mate,” softly spoken he was, his head slowly lifted upward to look directly at Michael. “This is… a surprise, to say the least— what brings you here, aye?” His words, he began to stumble for a bit but somehow found the way to keep himself afloat, but there was a clear look in the eyes of Michael Bishop as he stepped closer toward Jason. The glare down onto the papers from Michael finally made him realise what was happening, which made him gently sigh. “...yeah, I know, I know, but it’s a long story–”

“You don’t need to explain that…” he began to shake his head, stopping for a moment, before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the pills that Jason had been using for months on end– and in that second, Jason’s heart sank to the very bottom of his stomach. “...but you sure can begin trying to explain to me what the fuck these are. Are we using ‘recreational drugs’ now, Jason? Is that how we’re working ourselves out these days? I thought that the alcohol was bad enough for you but now it’s come to these?” He shook the small bag around before flicking them right into the face of Jason, beginning to walk right out of the room and down the hall, heading out the front door– Jason couldn’t help but to try and explain himself but he couldn’t even find the words to say to his best mate. However, Bishop was already one foot out the door as Jason grabbed onto his arm, the two simply glared at one another and the clear disgust along Michael’s face tells the whole story. “Fuck sake, man, you’re better than that.”

The door slammed shut, the silence once again took over, and Jason — sadly — was back down that deep, dark abyss. This was everything that Jason would have wished to never ever happen to him– to have his friends turn their backs on him for the horrible life choices that he made.

He, finally, has lost everything that was important to him.

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“I never imagined my start to excellence to begin like this…”

With the feed slowly fading in and bringing ourselves into the Santa Monica home, we’re given the sight of Jason Long seated inside of his dining room– at the ‘head of the table’ just as you’d expect him to be seated.

“I wanted to begin my pursuit to excellence with something that should have a heavy impact– but something didn’t hit right in that debut and here I am, a second show in, and I have nothing to show for it. Should I believe that changes can be made as we move forward in our times? I’d like to think so, yes, but it doesn’t come with a snap of my fingers– no, there’s massive room for improvement as you could clearly tell. I’d like to think that, with this upcoming match, there’s going to be some sort of shown improvement on our way into what could create a better future for here in Pro Wrestling Excellence, however, I know that a man like Issak Otto isn’t going to be someone that’ll be brought down with ease. He might not be as proven as someone like me is, but—in hindsight—he is, indeed, proven to an extent. That’s not something to clearly brush off, not something to laugh at or to make a mockery out of. I have nothing to say about you other than you’re fairly talented in your own right.

Although, Issak– if you think about brushing me off, then you need to begin rethinking your chances of surviving inside of that ring, because as you could see? I ain’t someone to actually brush off. I ain’t someone to fuck around with, I ain’t here to be played like a fuckin’ fool or shit like that. So don’t think you’re gonna be getting it easy, my dude. The main goal of being here is to slowly rebuild myself from the ground up and rebuild myself– find my true self again and show everyone what I can prove, not just as a professional wrestler but as a human being, a living person– this is how I can reinvent myself, this is how I gain my second chance at life.”

A pause.

“I guess we’re just gonna have to find out if I do gain that chance then, aye?”

With that final sentence, a quick cut to black is made and the feed is cut short.

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