Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2012 22:46:31 GMT -5
Please give me feedback on my latest rp.
ANY MIS-USE OF LANGUAGE OR GRAMMAR IS INTENDED TO CAPTURE THE CHARACTER, SETTING, PLOT, ETC. ANY USE OF INSANITY OR IMAGERY IS USED INTENDED TO SEE HOW JASON SEES THINGS. PLEASE, IF THE DESCRIPTION IS TO MUCH IN SOME PLACES AND BEGINS TO FREAK YOU OUT THEN EITHER STOP READING OR PM ME AND I WILL FIX THINGS IN THE FUTURE. I HOPE YOU PEOPLE CAN BE MATURE ENOUGH AND NOT BE LITTLE PANSIES.
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HARDCORE
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE-Rewind/Thoughts
CHAPTER I-Insanity
CHAPTER II-Children
CHAPTER III-Champion
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PROLOGUE-Rewind/Thoughts
"Championship time, baby! These opportunities come only once in a life time. These are the types of matches that define careers and give superstars bragging rights. These matches push superstars to their limit. Even if it's just a lone singles match with no stipulation, men and women push themselves to be apart of history. Some become lucky and achieve what they had hope to achieve. As for the rest, well, they fall down and have to move all the way back to the end of the line. I am not going to fall to the end of the line."
"Storming Homosexual however, he is the type to really hype up the crowd and disappoint. He's going to do the same thing to the crowd, his dumbass brother, his family, etc. Me, on the other hand, I'm always entertaining and that happy horse shit. My last title shot didn't go so well, but I still put what I could into that match. Now, it's the biggest stage of my career to date: Scars and Stripes."
"This is the biggest night in every EHWF superstar's career. The night where the stakes are taken and made to be higher. I've been in hundreds of situations like this, and now it's time to show my veteran side of me. This championship match will be different. "
"I will walk out of Scars and Stripes, your new, hardcore champion."
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CHAPTER I-Insanity
DATE: July 22nd, 2012
TIME: 3:00pm
VENUE: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
ATTITE: White wife beater with shorts.
So, recently, my head hasn't even been able to think straight. I've been in this situation before. Many times before this has happens to me. It leads to me snapping and letting out the insanity. This time, I plan and hope not to let it out. Don't start what you can't handle.
I've decided I might as well try things again- last time I was in this state I had to visit a therapy place where they talked and the happy horse shit people talk about in therapy. Luckily, for me, in Pittsburgh, there's a therapy building where I can visit.
I rented a car from the airport and tossed my suitcase in the trunk. I hopped in and drove out of the airport. I had a lot going on in my mind. My ex moving, my personal life, my brother recovering, my family, and the most important thing of the week: my hardcore title match. It was a lot to think about, but I focused on my agenda for today.
I pulled up next to the Pittsburgh therapy building. I stepped outside into the sun and looked around. The sun glared and was bright and shining; slapping on some shades, I began to make my way towards the building.
My head began to race an exhilarate and my thoughts began to accelerate into a fast pace, processing countless thoughts at a rapid pace where I could not even control what I was thinking. I stood outside the door, leaning my weight up against the wall.
I stood there for a little while before entering the building. A couple of the patients actually bothered to acknowledge my presence. I came waltzing up to the front desk; tossing my forearms up onto the desk, I looked at the receptionist and smiled at her.
"Hi, I'm Jason Dave, mind if I visit one of your group sessions here?"
She looked up at me and instantly began to freak. She jumped to her feet and launched her hand into her pocket and snatched up her phone.
"Oh my god! Your Jason Dave!! Can I get a picture with you?! Please!!"
I hung my head down with a chuckle and a smirk across my lips. I nodded to her and she came bolting around the front desk. She stood next to me and put her arm wrapped around my back. I took my arm and did the same. She snapped a couple pictures and pointed me over to one of the group sessions.
After sharing our thanks to one another, I followed the directions she gave me and proceeded to the group therapy session. I opened the door slowly and poked my head in. People sat in a circle and stared at my head. I brought the rest of my body inside and closed the door behind me. The room was no ordinary room, it was a solitary confinement room with the soft walls that look like pillows.
"Hey, I'm Jason Dave, just thought I could sit in on your group. I've ha problems like you guys before and I'm just here to help."
The guy who seemed to have the look of the therapist nodded his head at me and I pulled up a chair. I sat down in it with the back of the chair facing the group, but my body facing them. I motioned for them to continue.
"Well, everyone, incase you don't know who this man is, he is EHWF's Jason Dave, better known as gods gift to pro wrestling. And now, Jeremy, it's your turn. Remember, we're just getting a feel of each other and getting to know everyone. Tell us why you were sentenced- I mean, permitted to come talk to us once a week."
Jeremy stood up, he looks about eight-teen to twenty years old. He came over to me and glided his hand across my back. I jerked it away and he continued circling the group. He stood in place after gliding his hand on everyone's back.
"Well, I was permitted to join you parasites and the unimpressive and disgrace of a human being, Jason Dave, because, my parents have constantly said that I need to quit degrading and harassing as well as putting myself at the top of the list for superiority compared to all you individuals sitting before me who bother to waste their time and listen to me as I ramble on about why I am better than all of you as a human and whatever I participate in-"
"Kid, get to the motherfucking point. We get it, you claim your better than us, but your an overconfident, self-centered bastard. Now just shut the fuck up and sit down will ya?"
Jeremy and I had a major stare down. I sat there, he stood there. He tried to seem as intimidating as possible, but I sat there, not budging an inch nor feeling any sort of fear.
Suddenly, he bursted out crying and ran out of solitary confinement. We all turned and watched him run home to his mommy. I turned to see the therapist looking at me with a glare.
"You need to let me do what I do. Now, kindly sit there and just listen. I'll ask your opinion when I want it."
I leaned back a little and almost lost my balance. I took a long sigh and listened in onto the rest of the session. That kid just made no sense. He shows some sort of cockiness, something that I have, but when someone talks back to him he just pisses himself crying. Like, what the fuck?!
"Now, Oswald, can you tell us why you're here?"
Oswald, a forty year old who had glasses, overalls, a collared shirt with a pocket on it, as well as buck teeth that stood out more than his outfit. I could tell he was forty because he had a name-tag sort of thing that said: "I'm a forty year old virgin. And I'm gay!"
"Well, in an extremely tight financial issues, my parents had sent me here because I costed to much money and strained their brains. So, they told me to get friends, but I couldn't. They permitted me to go here so I could fix my social problems and hopefully, get laid before I die."
His voice was squeaky and it seemed like he was a gay ass nerd. No surprise he hasn't gotten laid. It doesn't seem like he will be anytime soon.
"Shocker."
I muttered that softly under my breath. I spaced out late into the conversation the therapist was having with Oswald. I processed my thoughts into thinking about this Sunday. I'd be facing some fake ass biker who wants to be a wrestler; hardcore title would be on the line, for the first time, there's no champion. There must be a champion come Sunday. A new holder to the hardcore championship.
"Jason!"
I came back and stopped dazing out into the ceiling.
"Jason, do you want to share your reason or reasons for participating in old group sessions before you were how you are now?"
I didn't quite understand the question, but I figured it our after a little bit of pondering. I stood up and took a long sigh.
"Better yet, I'll show you. Cause, I got control of it now."
I walked into the center of the group and stood there for a moment. I channeled my inner peace and serenity and got myself into a certain state of mind. A state of mind that I quite enjoy. Then, finally, it came.
The therapist took a seat and I snapped. I clotheslined him out of his chair and he fell to the ground. Everyone got up and ran for the door, but I brought my body in front of it and shielded the door.
"Leaving so soon? Why don't you stay awhile? I listened to your stories, now it's time you listen to mine."
I had an evil smirk written across my face. I slowly backed off the door and proceeded towards the group. The began to step back away from me as I came closer. They've never seen anyone like this. That much wasn't hard to tell.
I picked up one of the chairs and dragged it across the ground. I began to laugh with evil and insanity in my laugh. I grabbed it with two hands and swung at Oswald. It connected right into his skull. He fell to the ground, looking absolutely lifeless.
I swung once more and hit one of the other patients. I didn't stop there, I continues, hitting each and everyone of them with the chair till they were lifeless on the ground. It didn't take long to do. I stood there, examining the carnage I had left. I turned to see the therapist crawling towards the door. I walked towards him and grabbed his left shoulder. I brought him up and brought his face up to mine.
"You think that these parasites and perfectly normal human beings with social problems have mental issues?! You've got another fucking thing coming my friend. And you think after I left this carnage and let my insanity get the best of me, I'd just let you crawl out of here with your bones intact, your mind fucked up, and let you continue on with your meaningless life?!"
I began to laugh like the Joker from the Batman series. Insanity was getting the best of me. And for once, I liked it.
"You've got another thing coming you white trash."
I dropped the chair in front of my feet and propped the therapist in the air. I hooked his head as he came down and met it with the chair. I looked down and saw a dent in the chair. Parts of the chair had blood on it. It didn't matter to me. I finally have embraced the inner insanity. Something that I have not done, it what feels like years, but was only months ago.
I walked out of the solitary confinement room, leaving the carnage I created in the room. I walked out of the building with pride, determination, and with one thing in mind:
Hardcore championship.
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CHAPTER II-Children
DATE: July 29th, 2012
TIME: 4:00pm
VENUE: Pittsburgh Pennsylvania-Scars and Stripes
ATTIRE: Jeans and Jason's new signature t-shirt.
The night drew near. Within hours is the biggest night of my career. Scars and Stripes. Only the best of the best are and should be allowed to even show their face on the titantron or in that ring. Those that are talented in the ring and on the mic clash here for their shining moment. And within hours, I'd be standing above Storming Raven, hardcore championship held above my head, and being apart of history.
But, for now, I have to sit back, relax in my locker room and shut the fuck up. And shutting up is something I don't like to do. I have always had that knack to intervene into situations and address my opinion or the situation. I always speak my mind an I'm not ashamed to say it. Nor do I feel responsible for hurting someone by telling the truth. It's just something that has to be done.
Frankly, I don't care because I'm not saying shit till later. I get to relax in my locker room. I chilled out my body, laying across my couch with a coke in one hand, and a remote in the other to control the tv. My face had a massive expression on it that looked as if I was wasted, but I wasn't.
I was bored out of my mind. My eyes became heavy and after finishing my coke, I wanted another, but was to lazy to get up. I crushed the an and threw it against the door, trying to aim for the trash can next to it. It bounced off the door and missed.
At that moment the door swung open and in came two familiar looking kids. One was about nine and the other was about six. I noticed them from my old company, EWS. They visited me when I was in EWS. There was a tournament going on so they just wished me good luck. The little kid really was a big fan of me, his brother not so much.
I shook off my wasted expression, sat up, made sure my head was in check and sane, and smiled at the two of them. This time, both of them were wearing Jason Dave shirts. My new signature shirt which had a picture of me on the front, and on the back it read; "God's gift to pro wrestling."
"Hey guys, it's been awhile since I've seen you guys."
"Long time no see Jason. My brother and I got backstage passes again."
"That's great."
I stood up and instantly the smaller of the two ran up to me and hugged my leg. He really enjoyed me, and I enjoyed his company and energy. He once made me think about getting kids myself, but then I changed my mind. I patted the little kid on the head and he had a big smile on his face.
"HI!!"
I laughed happily at his energy. It was hard for my insanity to stable itself. In the back of my head I felt it like it was talking to me. Evidently, it really was. It was like another persona talking to me. A split personality is how I could describe it.
"Jaaaaassssoooonnnn. Don't fall for this kids energy. Don't let it get the best of you. He isn't worth it. Kick him off your leg and throw them out. You need to focus on your match tonight."
I shook it off and pulled the kid off my leg gently. I didn't want the other me getting in control. God knows what happens when my insanity becomes the best of me.
"So, I see your both now fans of me."
"Mark still is. Me, I'm more of a fan of Raven. His hardcore biker persona is really entertaining."
"So why are you wearing my new shirt?"
He rolled his eyes at me and turned. He had a red circle with a cross through it around the words. This egged my insanity and it began to really attack my brain.
"Let me take control. Let me do what's best for the both of us. Let me attack the child."
This time it was close to taking ownership of me. I was barley able to shake it off and battle it off. My body was trying to accept it, but my mind just said no. Sooner or later, I was going to crack.
"Thats creative."
I looked away and spoke softly under my breath.
"Maggot."
The older kid turned to me and laughed at me.
"I heard that. Just wait till I tell your boss what you called an EHWF fan. And that its not even scripted."
Scripted? Scripted?! He thinks this shit is scripted?! This kid began to annoy the fucking hell out of me. And does he honestly think that Scorpion is going to care I called the kid a maggot? Man, this kids got another thing coming.
I stepped around the Mark, the little boy who adores me, and came closer to the kid who abhors me. I kneeled down to his height due to the fact he hasn't gotten his growth spurt yet.
"Kid, lemme tell you something. I can call you whatever I want to call you. It's not assault, it's not against the law, it really isn't bullying either. I'm simply speaking my opinion. And frankly, I don't know of any law that doesn't permit me of speaking my opinion. Now, kindly take your little brother, and take your maggot ass out of here and go ahead, tell Scorpion everything. I don't care. He isn't going to suspend his soon to be hardcore champion or fire me. Sure, I'll get yelled at, but just understand, with every action comes a consequence."
Him and I had a little stare off for a few minutes. He titled his head to the right and I followed him, trying to toy with him.
"My name is Jack, and fine, I'll go ahead and tell Scorpion. Just one thing."
"What you little faggot?"
He took his hand and whipped it across my face. He slapped me. The little rat bastard just slapped me. Before I could get my hands on him, he took his brother and left my locker room. I slammed the door shut and proceeded to the bathroom.
I pressed my hands around the rim of my sink and looked down.
"I told you, you should have let me do it."
I looked up in the mirror and I saw a reflection, but not a reflection of myself. What I saw looked to be a killer clown: the face paint, the little jingle bell hat, black lips, red smears were surrounding his mouth, I assumed they were blood marks; long straight black hair sprouted out of the hat and hung down to his shoulder, a white vest looking thing covered his body, and worst of all, he had a wicked and evil grin across his face. His arms rose revealing his hands. They were covered in blood, and one held a machete in it.
"I thought I got control of you."
"Well, I stand before you in a reflection now don't I? Obviously you haven't gained full control of me."
"Look, your the reason I've ended up in jail so many times. You've fucked up my entire life. Your not ruining my hardcore championship match tonight."
"Ruin? I didn't say anything about ruining your match tonight. In fact, I wish to aid you tonight."
His voice became wicked, deep, and intimidating. He had a plan, I could tell. I looked behind me to make sure my door was locked. It wasn't, so I locked it quickly and returned to the sink.
"What do you want? I know you don't want to aid me tonight. You want to fuck things up like you always do."
"Jason, haven't your heard people change?"
"You aren't a real person. Your another persona of me and currently a figment of my imagination."
"I am a part of your imagination, that much is true, but I am real. I am you. When your insanity takes over your mind and your body, I am what you become."
He began to scratch his nails with the knife. Blood began to draw from the skin under his nails. He looked down and ignored the fact he was bleeding. I was getting freaked out more and more with every word.
"Look, you're freaking me out right now. I want to live a normal outside life, and have a job where you don't fuck things up. Right now, you're fucking up things right now. There's probably a pack of people outside my locker room, wondering who the fuck I'm talking to."
"Jason, do you want to know why I am here? Why have I suddenly began to haunt you? Why I have suddenly began to talk to you? Why I have drugged you with insanity at points to make you a force that can't be stopped?"
I nodded slowly and gently to him. I needed to know. I needed to know how to take control of it.
"That night of the party where you were to drunk to walk home, I called you but you refused to answer. That was my best chance to get to you due to that state of mind your body was in that night. That was when you were most vulnerable to my doing. Ever since that night, I've slowly been watching your movement. Every single move you do, I have been looking for a way to strengthen my grasp on your body and mind. Your special, Jason. You have a monster inside you. You need to embrace that inner monster. You need to let it out. If you want to win, tonight, you need to let the monster out of the cage. If you don't, I will force my way out of the cage. I will eat you alive. I will become you, forever. And it will be you who becomes locked inside this cage. Not me, you."
He gave a wicked grin with a wicked laugh. I had only so much time. I needed to get away from the sink. I cocked my fist back behind my head.
"Goodbye, clown."
"Embrace it-"
Before he could finish his sentence I had smashed my fist against the mirror. It shattered causing glass to fall into the sink and onto the floor. My hand had a few pieces of glass stuck in it. It began to bleed but I ignored the blood, and extracted the glass from out of my head.
I wrapped my hand up in a few layers of bandages and body tape to mask the blood on my hands and put pressure on it. I unlocked my door and walked outside to see a big group of EHWF superstars, staff members, and fans.
"The shows over faggots. Now get the fuck away from my locker room! Go! C'mon! Can't a superstar have some privacy?!"
My voice level began to increase as I shooed them away. I needed to think. I closed the door to my locker room and laid down on my couch. I had a few hours to think before I had to talk about my match.
That'll get my mind off of this. I laid down and closed my eyes and did my best to figure out what I would say later tonight.
A lot of thoughts came in and out of my head, some good points, others bad, and a few didn't make sense. All options were open. Something had to be said.
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CHAPTER III-Champion
DATE: July 29th, 2012
TIME: 6:00pm
VENUE: Pittsburgh Pennsylvania-Scars and Stripes
ATTIRE: Tuxedo
I adjust my tuxedo as I walk through the halls. A lot is currently on my mind. I just confronted, or was confronted by my insane lunatic side. A side, I do not like to show, nor do I like to see. My match, in a few hours against Storming Raven in a hardcore match for the hardcore championship; thoughts about that match clutter my foggy mind. There's so much more but such little time.
I avoid as many people as I can as I make my way to the curtain. I look over at the stage manager and as if he already knew, he nodded without even looking at me and I heard my music on the other side of the curtain. It's amazing how people get used to things so quickly.
"Above The Law" by Bad Meets Evil plays out on the PA and I step from out of the curtain. I come within view of the audience and wave out to them. I perform a few theatrics before making my way down to ringside. I stop and look at the inside of the ring. In a few hours, I'd be in that ring performing and doing what I do best for these people: win.
I circle the ring and grab a microphone from the ringside staff. I walk back up the ramp and stop at the stage. I take a seat on the cold concrete floor as my music fades out. I scratch at my head and adjust my legs so they cross one another. I listen to the crowd and their mixed reactions to me.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to the biggest night in EHWF history: Scars and Stripes!"
They all cheer when I said the special occasion for tonight. They're all as excited to be here as are the rest of the EHWF wrestlers.
"Before I start, I recently had a run in with two little boys named Mark and Jack. If you are the father of these boys, let me just tell you, your son, Jack, decided that it was ok to slap me. So, Jack, I told ya' there's consequences to every action."
Out in the back area of the crowd I see the father of Jack grab him and talk sternly to him. All that was followed by a slap on the back from his dad. Karma is a bitch.
"We got a great night tonight, but I don't want to waste your time going over the line-up. You'll have more fun not knowing what happens tonight incase you don't know. But for those of you that do know then woopty-friggin-do'."
"If you people watched the last Mayhem, then you know that I face another faded wrestler who thinks that he's a legend. That man, is none other than, the fake biker, Storming Raven."
Mixed reactions erupt from deep within the crowd. It didn't bother me, because frankly I didn't give a fuck.
"Storming Raven, I know you can hear me wherever you are, hiding you eyes behind those deep dark black glasses thinking your some sort of badass. You have a history of owning up to a deadly side to you when it comes to matches like these. Well, incase you haven't done your research, I have the insane side as well. Something, I don't like to bring up, something I don't like to be, something I don't like to see, but the fact of the matter is that I am the better wrestler of the two of us and I don't get carried away when my dark side comes over me."
"You attack me physically and I attack back. You push me and I push harder. You try to talk trash about me, I degrade you, your life, your family, and your career. Between you and I, I'm the better wrestler. I am ten times better than you in that ring, and on this damn microphone. It's simply annoying and humiliating where, a gift from god has to go against common white street trash in order to achieve the hardcore title and be apart of history, on the biggest stage in EHWF history. And incase your to drunk right now, which would be a violation of your contract, I'm the gift from god Himself, and your the common white street trash."
"I want you to listen to me. I want all of you to listen to me. I've matched is up, Raven, and frankly the only category where you beat me in, is kissing Scorpion's ass, and licking Armando Cortez's balls. I've been one of the people who have been hated since day one, because Michael Rissi, the soon to be new mayhem champion, saw something in me. He's taken me under his wing and has helped me become the man and wrestler I am today. You know who else he took under his wing? Korey Kill. The next North American champion. Together the three of us are UGKTB and we will soon dominate EHWF as your North American, hardcore, and mayhem champion."
"Oops, I digress. Back to the facts and what really matters. For some reason, you got pushed faster than I did and I've won more matches than you ever have and have beaten everything thrown at me. I've hung with the best, I've beaten the best, I've lasted with the best, and frankly, all you've done is rely on your idiotic and childish brother on trying to revive your career. The only reason why your a former tag team champion, is because your tag partner had to carry you and you rode his success and took all the credit for it."
I stop to think for a moment. I had to take a bit of a breath though. My throat was getting dry.
"I'm not on any tv show, I'm not interviewed by some homo over in London England, no radio dj fag has offered me to come on their show, but the fact of the matter is that I should be. Sure, I couldn't get the job done against DGS in my mayhem title match, but I don't dwell in the past. It's not healthy. What you've done in the past whether it's or was intimidating doesn't affect me. I have no need to dwell in your past or my past."
"I'm sure your in the back right now with your big old leather biker jacket laughing your ass of right now, and hiding your shame and the TRUTH behind those shades because you know you can't match up to me. You know you can't win the match. You know in better than you in wrestling and on the mic. I talk a better match than you and I simply entertain and wrestle better than you can even dream of. You and your little whore, Destiny Michaels, are probably both infested with every STD known to man and those only known by doctors. Why don't you just quit? Honestly, it'd save everyone time, it'd save your body, and frankly it's the smartest and best decision you can make right now. You don't have anyone you can leech of off, your not talented in the ring, and even if you were before I was even born, then you've lost your touch. You got a good twenty years on me grandpa'. Don't try to brainwash and lecture these people and go in depth about whatever you want to say. Your bland on the mic and you'd put everyone to sleep. I'm having trouble depicting which is more bland: your in-ring skills or your mic skills."
I lower my head and shake it gently. I was tired of talking.
"I'm done, I'm tired of talking right now. Fuck all y'all who doubt me. A the end of the night, I'm going to stand over Storming Raven, hardcore championship raised above my head and I'll have one thing to say..."
I stand up and look out with an intense gaze written in my face. I raise the mic slowly to my lips and keep the intensity up.
"...fuck you."
I drop the microphone on the ground and it echoes through the arena. I turn away from the crowd and go behind the curtain. I adjust my tuxedo once more before going to walk the halls.
I turn a corner and continue walking. I stop to check my phone real quick. I lean my weight up against the wall and raise my left leg up and press it against the wall. I look up from my phone and take a long sigh.
"It's just me and Raven tonight."
I stopped leaning on the wall and returned back to my locker room. I ha a big night ahead of me and I need to have complete and total focus.
"That's what you think."
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ANY MIS-USE OF LANGUAGE OR GRAMMAR IS INTENDED TO CAPTURE THE CHARACTER, SETTING, PLOT, ETC. ANY USE OF INSANITY OR IMAGERY IS USED INTENDED TO SEE HOW JASON SEES THINGS. PLEASE, IF THE DESCRIPTION IS TO MUCH IN SOME PLACES AND BEGINS TO FREAK YOU OUT THEN EITHER STOP READING OR PM ME AND I WILL FIX THINGS IN THE FUTURE. I HOPE YOU PEOPLE CAN BE MATURE ENOUGH AND NOT BE LITTLE PANSIES.
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HARDCORE
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE-Rewind/Thoughts
CHAPTER I-Insanity
CHAPTER II-Children
CHAPTER III-Champion
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PROLOGUE-Rewind/Thoughts
"Championship time, baby! These opportunities come only once in a life time. These are the types of matches that define careers and give superstars bragging rights. These matches push superstars to their limit. Even if it's just a lone singles match with no stipulation, men and women push themselves to be apart of history. Some become lucky and achieve what they had hope to achieve. As for the rest, well, they fall down and have to move all the way back to the end of the line. I am not going to fall to the end of the line."
"Storming Homosexual however, he is the type to really hype up the crowd and disappoint. He's going to do the same thing to the crowd, his dumbass brother, his family, etc. Me, on the other hand, I'm always entertaining and that happy horse shit. My last title shot didn't go so well, but I still put what I could into that match. Now, it's the biggest stage of my career to date: Scars and Stripes."
"This is the biggest night in every EHWF superstar's career. The night where the stakes are taken and made to be higher. I've been in hundreds of situations like this, and now it's time to show my veteran side of me. This championship match will be different. "
"I will walk out of Scars and Stripes, your new, hardcore champion."
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CHAPTER I-Insanity
DATE: July 22nd, 2012
TIME: 3:00pm
VENUE: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
ATTITE: White wife beater with shorts.
So, recently, my head hasn't even been able to think straight. I've been in this situation before. Many times before this has happens to me. It leads to me snapping and letting out the insanity. This time, I plan and hope not to let it out. Don't start what you can't handle.
I've decided I might as well try things again- last time I was in this state I had to visit a therapy place where they talked and the happy horse shit people talk about in therapy. Luckily, for me, in Pittsburgh, there's a therapy building where I can visit.
I rented a car from the airport and tossed my suitcase in the trunk. I hopped in and drove out of the airport. I had a lot going on in my mind. My ex moving, my personal life, my brother recovering, my family, and the most important thing of the week: my hardcore title match. It was a lot to think about, but I focused on my agenda for today.
I pulled up next to the Pittsburgh therapy building. I stepped outside into the sun and looked around. The sun glared and was bright and shining; slapping on some shades, I began to make my way towards the building.
My head began to race an exhilarate and my thoughts began to accelerate into a fast pace, processing countless thoughts at a rapid pace where I could not even control what I was thinking. I stood outside the door, leaning my weight up against the wall.
I stood there for a little while before entering the building. A couple of the patients actually bothered to acknowledge my presence. I came waltzing up to the front desk; tossing my forearms up onto the desk, I looked at the receptionist and smiled at her.
"Hi, I'm Jason Dave, mind if I visit one of your group sessions here?"
She looked up at me and instantly began to freak. She jumped to her feet and launched her hand into her pocket and snatched up her phone.
"Oh my god! Your Jason Dave!! Can I get a picture with you?! Please!!"
I hung my head down with a chuckle and a smirk across my lips. I nodded to her and she came bolting around the front desk. She stood next to me and put her arm wrapped around my back. I took my arm and did the same. She snapped a couple pictures and pointed me over to one of the group sessions.
After sharing our thanks to one another, I followed the directions she gave me and proceeded to the group therapy session. I opened the door slowly and poked my head in. People sat in a circle and stared at my head. I brought the rest of my body inside and closed the door behind me. The room was no ordinary room, it was a solitary confinement room with the soft walls that look like pillows.
"Hey, I'm Jason Dave, just thought I could sit in on your group. I've ha problems like you guys before and I'm just here to help."
The guy who seemed to have the look of the therapist nodded his head at me and I pulled up a chair. I sat down in it with the back of the chair facing the group, but my body facing them. I motioned for them to continue.
"Well, everyone, incase you don't know who this man is, he is EHWF's Jason Dave, better known as gods gift to pro wrestling. And now, Jeremy, it's your turn. Remember, we're just getting a feel of each other and getting to know everyone. Tell us why you were sentenced- I mean, permitted to come talk to us once a week."
Jeremy stood up, he looks about eight-teen to twenty years old. He came over to me and glided his hand across my back. I jerked it away and he continued circling the group. He stood in place after gliding his hand on everyone's back.
"Well, I was permitted to join you parasites and the unimpressive and disgrace of a human being, Jason Dave, because, my parents have constantly said that I need to quit degrading and harassing as well as putting myself at the top of the list for superiority compared to all you individuals sitting before me who bother to waste their time and listen to me as I ramble on about why I am better than all of you as a human and whatever I participate in-"
"Kid, get to the motherfucking point. We get it, you claim your better than us, but your an overconfident, self-centered bastard. Now just shut the fuck up and sit down will ya?"
Jeremy and I had a major stare down. I sat there, he stood there. He tried to seem as intimidating as possible, but I sat there, not budging an inch nor feeling any sort of fear.
Suddenly, he bursted out crying and ran out of solitary confinement. We all turned and watched him run home to his mommy. I turned to see the therapist looking at me with a glare.
"You need to let me do what I do. Now, kindly sit there and just listen. I'll ask your opinion when I want it."
I leaned back a little and almost lost my balance. I took a long sigh and listened in onto the rest of the session. That kid just made no sense. He shows some sort of cockiness, something that I have, but when someone talks back to him he just pisses himself crying. Like, what the fuck?!
"Now, Oswald, can you tell us why you're here?"
Oswald, a forty year old who had glasses, overalls, a collared shirt with a pocket on it, as well as buck teeth that stood out more than his outfit. I could tell he was forty because he had a name-tag sort of thing that said: "I'm a forty year old virgin. And I'm gay!"
"Well, in an extremely tight financial issues, my parents had sent me here because I costed to much money and strained their brains. So, they told me to get friends, but I couldn't. They permitted me to go here so I could fix my social problems and hopefully, get laid before I die."
His voice was squeaky and it seemed like he was a gay ass nerd. No surprise he hasn't gotten laid. It doesn't seem like he will be anytime soon.
"Shocker."
I muttered that softly under my breath. I spaced out late into the conversation the therapist was having with Oswald. I processed my thoughts into thinking about this Sunday. I'd be facing some fake ass biker who wants to be a wrestler; hardcore title would be on the line, for the first time, there's no champion. There must be a champion come Sunday. A new holder to the hardcore championship.
"Jason!"
I came back and stopped dazing out into the ceiling.
"Jason, do you want to share your reason or reasons for participating in old group sessions before you were how you are now?"
I didn't quite understand the question, but I figured it our after a little bit of pondering. I stood up and took a long sigh.
"Better yet, I'll show you. Cause, I got control of it now."
I walked into the center of the group and stood there for a moment. I channeled my inner peace and serenity and got myself into a certain state of mind. A state of mind that I quite enjoy. Then, finally, it came.
The therapist took a seat and I snapped. I clotheslined him out of his chair and he fell to the ground. Everyone got up and ran for the door, but I brought my body in front of it and shielded the door.
"Leaving so soon? Why don't you stay awhile? I listened to your stories, now it's time you listen to mine."
I had an evil smirk written across my face. I slowly backed off the door and proceeded towards the group. The began to step back away from me as I came closer. They've never seen anyone like this. That much wasn't hard to tell.
I picked up one of the chairs and dragged it across the ground. I began to laugh with evil and insanity in my laugh. I grabbed it with two hands and swung at Oswald. It connected right into his skull. He fell to the ground, looking absolutely lifeless.
I swung once more and hit one of the other patients. I didn't stop there, I continues, hitting each and everyone of them with the chair till they were lifeless on the ground. It didn't take long to do. I stood there, examining the carnage I had left. I turned to see the therapist crawling towards the door. I walked towards him and grabbed his left shoulder. I brought him up and brought his face up to mine.
"You think that these parasites and perfectly normal human beings with social problems have mental issues?! You've got another fucking thing coming my friend. And you think after I left this carnage and let my insanity get the best of me, I'd just let you crawl out of here with your bones intact, your mind fucked up, and let you continue on with your meaningless life?!"
I began to laugh like the Joker from the Batman series. Insanity was getting the best of me. And for once, I liked it.
"You've got another thing coming you white trash."
I dropped the chair in front of my feet and propped the therapist in the air. I hooked his head as he came down and met it with the chair. I looked down and saw a dent in the chair. Parts of the chair had blood on it. It didn't matter to me. I finally have embraced the inner insanity. Something that I have not done, it what feels like years, but was only months ago.
I walked out of the solitary confinement room, leaving the carnage I created in the room. I walked out of the building with pride, determination, and with one thing in mind:
Hardcore championship.
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CHAPTER II-Children
DATE: July 29th, 2012
TIME: 4:00pm
VENUE: Pittsburgh Pennsylvania-Scars and Stripes
ATTIRE: Jeans and Jason's new signature t-shirt.
The night drew near. Within hours is the biggest night of my career. Scars and Stripes. Only the best of the best are and should be allowed to even show their face on the titantron or in that ring. Those that are talented in the ring and on the mic clash here for their shining moment. And within hours, I'd be standing above Storming Raven, hardcore championship held above my head, and being apart of history.
But, for now, I have to sit back, relax in my locker room and shut the fuck up. And shutting up is something I don't like to do. I have always had that knack to intervene into situations and address my opinion or the situation. I always speak my mind an I'm not ashamed to say it. Nor do I feel responsible for hurting someone by telling the truth. It's just something that has to be done.
Frankly, I don't care because I'm not saying shit till later. I get to relax in my locker room. I chilled out my body, laying across my couch with a coke in one hand, and a remote in the other to control the tv. My face had a massive expression on it that looked as if I was wasted, but I wasn't.
I was bored out of my mind. My eyes became heavy and after finishing my coke, I wanted another, but was to lazy to get up. I crushed the an and threw it against the door, trying to aim for the trash can next to it. It bounced off the door and missed.
At that moment the door swung open and in came two familiar looking kids. One was about nine and the other was about six. I noticed them from my old company, EWS. They visited me when I was in EWS. There was a tournament going on so they just wished me good luck. The little kid really was a big fan of me, his brother not so much.
I shook off my wasted expression, sat up, made sure my head was in check and sane, and smiled at the two of them. This time, both of them were wearing Jason Dave shirts. My new signature shirt which had a picture of me on the front, and on the back it read; "God's gift to pro wrestling."
"Hey guys, it's been awhile since I've seen you guys."
"Long time no see Jason. My brother and I got backstage passes again."
"That's great."
I stood up and instantly the smaller of the two ran up to me and hugged my leg. He really enjoyed me, and I enjoyed his company and energy. He once made me think about getting kids myself, but then I changed my mind. I patted the little kid on the head and he had a big smile on his face.
"HI!!"
I laughed happily at his energy. It was hard for my insanity to stable itself. In the back of my head I felt it like it was talking to me. Evidently, it really was. It was like another persona talking to me. A split personality is how I could describe it.
"Jaaaaassssoooonnnn. Don't fall for this kids energy. Don't let it get the best of you. He isn't worth it. Kick him off your leg and throw them out. You need to focus on your match tonight."
I shook it off and pulled the kid off my leg gently. I didn't want the other me getting in control. God knows what happens when my insanity becomes the best of me.
"So, I see your both now fans of me."
"Mark still is. Me, I'm more of a fan of Raven. His hardcore biker persona is really entertaining."
"So why are you wearing my new shirt?"
He rolled his eyes at me and turned. He had a red circle with a cross through it around the words. This egged my insanity and it began to really attack my brain.
"Let me take control. Let me do what's best for the both of us. Let me attack the child."
This time it was close to taking ownership of me. I was barley able to shake it off and battle it off. My body was trying to accept it, but my mind just said no. Sooner or later, I was going to crack.
"Thats creative."
I looked away and spoke softly under my breath.
"Maggot."
The older kid turned to me and laughed at me.
"I heard that. Just wait till I tell your boss what you called an EHWF fan. And that its not even scripted."
Scripted? Scripted?! He thinks this shit is scripted?! This kid began to annoy the fucking hell out of me. And does he honestly think that Scorpion is going to care I called the kid a maggot? Man, this kids got another thing coming.
I stepped around the Mark, the little boy who adores me, and came closer to the kid who abhors me. I kneeled down to his height due to the fact he hasn't gotten his growth spurt yet.
"Kid, lemme tell you something. I can call you whatever I want to call you. It's not assault, it's not against the law, it really isn't bullying either. I'm simply speaking my opinion. And frankly, I don't know of any law that doesn't permit me of speaking my opinion. Now, kindly take your little brother, and take your maggot ass out of here and go ahead, tell Scorpion everything. I don't care. He isn't going to suspend his soon to be hardcore champion or fire me. Sure, I'll get yelled at, but just understand, with every action comes a consequence."
Him and I had a little stare off for a few minutes. He titled his head to the right and I followed him, trying to toy with him.
"My name is Jack, and fine, I'll go ahead and tell Scorpion. Just one thing."
"What you little faggot?"
He took his hand and whipped it across my face. He slapped me. The little rat bastard just slapped me. Before I could get my hands on him, he took his brother and left my locker room. I slammed the door shut and proceeded to the bathroom.
I pressed my hands around the rim of my sink and looked down.
"I told you, you should have let me do it."
I looked up in the mirror and I saw a reflection, but not a reflection of myself. What I saw looked to be a killer clown: the face paint, the little jingle bell hat, black lips, red smears were surrounding his mouth, I assumed they were blood marks; long straight black hair sprouted out of the hat and hung down to his shoulder, a white vest looking thing covered his body, and worst of all, he had a wicked and evil grin across his face. His arms rose revealing his hands. They were covered in blood, and one held a machete in it.
"I thought I got control of you."
"Well, I stand before you in a reflection now don't I? Obviously you haven't gained full control of me."
"Look, your the reason I've ended up in jail so many times. You've fucked up my entire life. Your not ruining my hardcore championship match tonight."
"Ruin? I didn't say anything about ruining your match tonight. In fact, I wish to aid you tonight."
His voice became wicked, deep, and intimidating. He had a plan, I could tell. I looked behind me to make sure my door was locked. It wasn't, so I locked it quickly and returned to the sink.
"What do you want? I know you don't want to aid me tonight. You want to fuck things up like you always do."
"Jason, haven't your heard people change?"
"You aren't a real person. Your another persona of me and currently a figment of my imagination."
"I am a part of your imagination, that much is true, but I am real. I am you. When your insanity takes over your mind and your body, I am what you become."
He began to scratch his nails with the knife. Blood began to draw from the skin under his nails. He looked down and ignored the fact he was bleeding. I was getting freaked out more and more with every word.
"Look, you're freaking me out right now. I want to live a normal outside life, and have a job where you don't fuck things up. Right now, you're fucking up things right now. There's probably a pack of people outside my locker room, wondering who the fuck I'm talking to."
"Jason, do you want to know why I am here? Why have I suddenly began to haunt you? Why I have suddenly began to talk to you? Why I have drugged you with insanity at points to make you a force that can't be stopped?"
I nodded slowly and gently to him. I needed to know. I needed to know how to take control of it.
"That night of the party where you were to drunk to walk home, I called you but you refused to answer. That was my best chance to get to you due to that state of mind your body was in that night. That was when you were most vulnerable to my doing. Ever since that night, I've slowly been watching your movement. Every single move you do, I have been looking for a way to strengthen my grasp on your body and mind. Your special, Jason. You have a monster inside you. You need to embrace that inner monster. You need to let it out. If you want to win, tonight, you need to let the monster out of the cage. If you don't, I will force my way out of the cage. I will eat you alive. I will become you, forever. And it will be you who becomes locked inside this cage. Not me, you."
He gave a wicked grin with a wicked laugh. I had only so much time. I needed to get away from the sink. I cocked my fist back behind my head.
"Goodbye, clown."
"Embrace it-"
Before he could finish his sentence I had smashed my fist against the mirror. It shattered causing glass to fall into the sink and onto the floor. My hand had a few pieces of glass stuck in it. It began to bleed but I ignored the blood, and extracted the glass from out of my head.
I wrapped my hand up in a few layers of bandages and body tape to mask the blood on my hands and put pressure on it. I unlocked my door and walked outside to see a big group of EHWF superstars, staff members, and fans.
"The shows over faggots. Now get the fuck away from my locker room! Go! C'mon! Can't a superstar have some privacy?!"
My voice level began to increase as I shooed them away. I needed to think. I closed the door to my locker room and laid down on my couch. I had a few hours to think before I had to talk about my match.
That'll get my mind off of this. I laid down and closed my eyes and did my best to figure out what I would say later tonight.
A lot of thoughts came in and out of my head, some good points, others bad, and a few didn't make sense. All options were open. Something had to be said.
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CHAPTER III-Champion
DATE: July 29th, 2012
TIME: 6:00pm
VENUE: Pittsburgh Pennsylvania-Scars and Stripes
ATTIRE: Tuxedo
I adjust my tuxedo as I walk through the halls. A lot is currently on my mind. I just confronted, or was confronted by my insane lunatic side. A side, I do not like to show, nor do I like to see. My match, in a few hours against Storming Raven in a hardcore match for the hardcore championship; thoughts about that match clutter my foggy mind. There's so much more but such little time.
I avoid as many people as I can as I make my way to the curtain. I look over at the stage manager and as if he already knew, he nodded without even looking at me and I heard my music on the other side of the curtain. It's amazing how people get used to things so quickly.
"Above The Law" by Bad Meets Evil plays out on the PA and I step from out of the curtain. I come within view of the audience and wave out to them. I perform a few theatrics before making my way down to ringside. I stop and look at the inside of the ring. In a few hours, I'd be in that ring performing and doing what I do best for these people: win.
I circle the ring and grab a microphone from the ringside staff. I walk back up the ramp and stop at the stage. I take a seat on the cold concrete floor as my music fades out. I scratch at my head and adjust my legs so they cross one another. I listen to the crowd and their mixed reactions to me.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to the biggest night in EHWF history: Scars and Stripes!"
They all cheer when I said the special occasion for tonight. They're all as excited to be here as are the rest of the EHWF wrestlers.
"Before I start, I recently had a run in with two little boys named Mark and Jack. If you are the father of these boys, let me just tell you, your son, Jack, decided that it was ok to slap me. So, Jack, I told ya' there's consequences to every action."
Out in the back area of the crowd I see the father of Jack grab him and talk sternly to him. All that was followed by a slap on the back from his dad. Karma is a bitch.
"We got a great night tonight, but I don't want to waste your time going over the line-up. You'll have more fun not knowing what happens tonight incase you don't know. But for those of you that do know then woopty-friggin-do'."
"If you people watched the last Mayhem, then you know that I face another faded wrestler who thinks that he's a legend. That man, is none other than, the fake biker, Storming Raven."
Mixed reactions erupt from deep within the crowd. It didn't bother me, because frankly I didn't give a fuck.
"Storming Raven, I know you can hear me wherever you are, hiding you eyes behind those deep dark black glasses thinking your some sort of badass. You have a history of owning up to a deadly side to you when it comes to matches like these. Well, incase you haven't done your research, I have the insane side as well. Something, I don't like to bring up, something I don't like to be, something I don't like to see, but the fact of the matter is that I am the better wrestler of the two of us and I don't get carried away when my dark side comes over me."
"You attack me physically and I attack back. You push me and I push harder. You try to talk trash about me, I degrade you, your life, your family, and your career. Between you and I, I'm the better wrestler. I am ten times better than you in that ring, and on this damn microphone. It's simply annoying and humiliating where, a gift from god has to go against common white street trash in order to achieve the hardcore title and be apart of history, on the biggest stage in EHWF history. And incase your to drunk right now, which would be a violation of your contract, I'm the gift from god Himself, and your the common white street trash."
"I want you to listen to me. I want all of you to listen to me. I've matched is up, Raven, and frankly the only category where you beat me in, is kissing Scorpion's ass, and licking Armando Cortez's balls. I've been one of the people who have been hated since day one, because Michael Rissi, the soon to be new mayhem champion, saw something in me. He's taken me under his wing and has helped me become the man and wrestler I am today. You know who else he took under his wing? Korey Kill. The next North American champion. Together the three of us are UGKTB and we will soon dominate EHWF as your North American, hardcore, and mayhem champion."
"Oops, I digress. Back to the facts and what really matters. For some reason, you got pushed faster than I did and I've won more matches than you ever have and have beaten everything thrown at me. I've hung with the best, I've beaten the best, I've lasted with the best, and frankly, all you've done is rely on your idiotic and childish brother on trying to revive your career. The only reason why your a former tag team champion, is because your tag partner had to carry you and you rode his success and took all the credit for it."
I stop to think for a moment. I had to take a bit of a breath though. My throat was getting dry.
"I'm not on any tv show, I'm not interviewed by some homo over in London England, no radio dj fag has offered me to come on their show, but the fact of the matter is that I should be. Sure, I couldn't get the job done against DGS in my mayhem title match, but I don't dwell in the past. It's not healthy. What you've done in the past whether it's or was intimidating doesn't affect me. I have no need to dwell in your past or my past."
"I'm sure your in the back right now with your big old leather biker jacket laughing your ass of right now, and hiding your shame and the TRUTH behind those shades because you know you can't match up to me. You know you can't win the match. You know in better than you in wrestling and on the mic. I talk a better match than you and I simply entertain and wrestle better than you can even dream of. You and your little whore, Destiny Michaels, are probably both infested with every STD known to man and those only known by doctors. Why don't you just quit? Honestly, it'd save everyone time, it'd save your body, and frankly it's the smartest and best decision you can make right now. You don't have anyone you can leech of off, your not talented in the ring, and even if you were before I was even born, then you've lost your touch. You got a good twenty years on me grandpa'. Don't try to brainwash and lecture these people and go in depth about whatever you want to say. Your bland on the mic and you'd put everyone to sleep. I'm having trouble depicting which is more bland: your in-ring skills or your mic skills."
I lower my head and shake it gently. I was tired of talking.
"I'm done, I'm tired of talking right now. Fuck all y'all who doubt me. A the end of the night, I'm going to stand over Storming Raven, hardcore championship raised above my head and I'll have one thing to say..."
I stand up and look out with an intense gaze written in my face. I raise the mic slowly to my lips and keep the intensity up.
"...fuck you."
I drop the microphone on the ground and it echoes through the arena. I turn away from the crowd and go behind the curtain. I adjust my tuxedo once more before going to walk the halls.
I turn a corner and continue walking. I stop to check my phone real quick. I lean my weight up against the wall and raise my left leg up and press it against the wall. I look up from my phone and take a long sigh.
"It's just me and Raven tonight."
I stopped leaning on the wall and returned back to my locker room. I ha a big night ahead of me and I need to have complete and total focus.
"That's what you think."
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