Post by Jack Owyns on Sept 10, 2016 5:18:38 GMT
JOURNAL ENTRY – DATED SEPTEMBER 7TH, 2016
"I hear what they say. I read what they say. And it don't take some genius to figure out that most motherfuckers doubt me. No matter what I've done in my life, I've always been a fuckin’ question mark to these people and to this fuckin’ industry. They only see the losses and the fuckin’ hard times. They always fail to notice the wins and the fuckin’ success. So fuck them. It don't bother me. I didn't care when I first entered into the industry and I don't care now.
Criticize me!
Call me an idiot. Call me washed-up. Call me whatever fuckin’ negative thing pops into your mind, you know. Talk it. Write it. Do whatever you want. The truth is, and always has been, I don’t give a fuck. I'll never care what a person fuckin’ thinks of me. Say what you want ‘cause the only response you shall receive is fuckin’ 'HA!'
I didn't come here to make fuckin’ friends. I didn't come here for a fuckin’ relationship. I fuckin’ came here to tear the head off my fuckin’ opponents; for blood and fuckin’ glory. I came here to fuckin’ win that Ultimate Championship and I will fuckin’ stop at nothing to claim it.”
- JACK OWYNS
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EXT. CENTRAL PARK – NEW YORK – SEPTEMBER 9TH, 2016
Mackenzie Greene [8] runs around the big open green space, being chased around by a golden retriever pup that is trying to bite at her ankles. She is all smiles and laughter, trying to get away from the pup as an older lady [65] stays close. Her eyes never let Mackenzie and the puppy out of her sight.
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EXT. CENTRAL PARK – NEW YORK – CONTINUOUS
In the distance, sitting on a park bench watching closely, is Jack Owyns. He’s dressed in his trademark get up (the only clothes he seemingly owns) of steel-toed boots with no laces and the tongue sagging, torn jeans, and a black hoodie. As usual, he has the hood pulled up and covering a black hat that has the beak pulled down. It casts a shadow over his eyes.
Those focused eyes never break contact with Mackenzie Greene. He just sits there and inhales the cancer stick that he’s stuck between his lips.
DEANNA GREENE:
“I knew it!”
Deanna Greene [29] marches up to Jack, grabs the back of his hood, and yanks it down.“I knew it!”
DEANNA GREENE (CONT’D):
“What are you doing here, Jack? I’ve already told
you this a thousand times. You CANNOT see or be near
Mackenzie until I and Dr. Woodrow deem you
stable enough to actually be around her
without hurting her.”
“What are you doing here, Jack? I’ve already told
you this a thousand times. You CANNOT see or be near
Mackenzie until I and Dr. Woodrow deem you
stable enough to actually be around her
without hurting her.”
Jack still has his eyes in the direction of Mackenzie.
JACK OWYNS:
“Well as I fuckin’ see it, I ain’t even close to
Mac. What’s that? A hundred yards separating
us? She doesn’t even know I'm here.”
“Well as I fuckin’ see it, I ain’t even close to
Mac. What’s that? A hundred yards separating
us? She doesn’t even know I'm here.”
Jack looks up at Deanna who has her arms crossed.
JACK OWYNS (CONT’D):
“Anyways! Last time I checked, unless the laws
just magically changed over fuckin’ night,
this is a public park. We live in a
country that's catch line is—“
DEANNA GREENA:
“Don’t even give me that, Jack! Why have you
come here? How did you even find us?”
JACK OWYNS:
“Would you believe this is all a huge coincidence?
I was in the fuckin’ neighborhood,
out feeding the fuckin’ pigeons.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“No I don’t. Did Dr. Woodrow tell you?”
JACK OWYNS:
“No.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“You broke into her office didn’t you?”
“Anyways! Last time I checked, unless the laws
just magically changed over fuckin’ night,
this is a public park. We live in a
country that's catch line is—“
DEANNA GREENA:
“Don’t even give me that, Jack! Why have you
come here? How did you even find us?”
JACK OWYNS:
“Would you believe this is all a huge coincidence?
I was in the fuckin’ neighborhood,
out feeding the fuckin’ pigeons.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“No I don’t. Did Dr. Woodrow tell you?”
JACK OWYNS:
“No.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“You broke into her office didn’t you?”
Jack doesn't respond with any comment but turns his attention back to his daughter. Mackenzie is still running around and playing with the puppy.
DEANNA GREENE:
“I should call Dr. Woodrow right now and
tell her.“
JACK OWYNS:
“You know, I got signed to some fuckin’ kick
start company based out of here. That’s why
I am here so settle the fuck down.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“It just so happens to be based in the same city
your daughter lives in? You hate New York and
you hate the east. So don’t tell me that this
is all some coincidence, Jack. Does Dr.
Woodrow know you are here?”
“I should call Dr. Woodrow right now and
tell her.“
JACK OWYNS:
“You know, I got signed to some fuckin’ kick
start company based out of here. That’s why
I am here so settle the fuck down.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“It just so happens to be based in the same city
your daughter lives in? You hate New York and
you hate the east. So don’t tell me that this
is all some coincidence, Jack. Does Dr.
Woodrow know you are here?”
Jack takes a final drag of his cigarette.
JACK OWYNS:
“She knows.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“What!? And she didn’t warn me?”
“She knows.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“What!? And she didn’t warn me?”
Jack flicks the cigarette away and exhales a cloud of smoke.
JACK OWYNS:
“Confidentiality, bitch.”
“Confidentiality, bitch.”
Deanna unfolds her arms and clenches both of her fists.
DEANNA GREENE:
“You. Jack. You are such ... ”
“You. Jack. You are such ... ”
She can’t find the words.
JACK OWYNS:
“I’m here for a fresh start, that’s all. Start
over, you know? Get my fuckin’ career back
on track.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“I don’t believe you, Jack.”
JACK OWYNS:
“Well I’m not fuckin’ asking you too. People
can change, you know.”
“I’m here for a fresh start, that’s all. Start
over, you know? Get my fuckin’ career back
on track.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“I don’t believe you, Jack.”
JACK OWYNS:
“Well I’m not fuckin’ asking you too. People
can change, you know.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“That’s what you told me last time after you
were released from prison. You said that
you were a changed man and I actually believed
you. Ha! In one month you broke into a morgue
and dug up a dead body. Worst of all, you
almost got your daughter killed.
JACK OWYNS:
“I lost my fuckin’ cool, alright?”
DEANNA GREENE:
“Jack, people do change but you don’t. You are
the villain, and that’s just who you are. You
are a bad person and no matter what you
say that you are going to do, you always resort
to who you truly are. The villain. You just
can’t help it.”
JACK OWYNS:
“I’ll prove you wrong.”
“That’s what you told me last time after you
were released from prison. You said that
you were a changed man and I actually believed
you. Ha! In one month you broke into a morgue
and dug up a dead body. Worst of all, you
almost got your daughter killed.
JACK OWYNS:
“I lost my fuckin’ cool, alright?”
DEANNA GREENE:
“Jack, people do change but you don’t. You are
the villain, and that’s just who you are. You
are a bad person and no matter what you
say that you are going to do, you always resort
to who you truly are. The villain. You just
can’t help it.”
JACK OWYNS:
“I’ll prove you wrong.”
DEANNA GREENE:
“I don’t believe that and I bet you
don’t either.”
JACK OWYNS:
“Oh I fuckin’ do and I’m starting with EOW. I’m going to
fuckin’ prove to everybody that doubts me,
everyone that fuckin’ thinks I can’t win, that
I can fuckin’ win the qualifying match for the
Championship Series. After that, I’m going to
fuckin’ prove to everybody that I can gain the
fuckin’ points to be in the final two at Epic 1. Then,
at Epic fuckin’ 1, I will win the
Ultimate Championship.”
“I don’t believe that and I bet you
don’t either.”
JACK OWYNS:
“Oh I fuckin’ do and I’m starting with EOW. I’m going to
fuckin’ prove to everybody that doubts me,
everyone that fuckin’ thinks I can’t win, that
I can fuckin’ win the qualifying match for the
Championship Series. After that, I’m going to
fuckin’ prove to everybody that I can gain the
fuckin’ points to be in the final two at Epic 1. Then,
at Epic fuckin’ 1, I will win the
Ultimate Championship.”
Jack pulls the hood of his hoodie back over his hat and pushes himself up off the park bench. He stands toe-to-toe with Deanna, towering over her.
JACK OWYNS:
“And then I’m going to fuckin’ prove to you
and that quack back in Seattle that I can
fuckin’ change.”
“And then I’m going to fuckin’ prove to you
and that quack back in Seattle that I can
fuckin’ change.”
Jack bumps Deanna’s arm with his as he walks passed her.
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INT. LOCKER ROOM – MANHATTAN CENTER, NEW YORK CITY – SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2016 (15 MINUTES BEFORE BELL)
Jack Owyns sits in a folded out steel chair. His forearms rest on his knees and his hands are neatly wrapped in tape, locked together. He looks to the floor as his hair falls down over his face. Drops of water drip off and land on the floor. He has earphones in that cancel out the sounds of the audience screaming and clapping their hands.
A very loud and constant banging comes from the door. Jack looks up and pulls the earphones from his ears.
BACKSTAGE WORKER:
“You’re up Jack. It's go time!”
“You’re up Jack. It's go time!”
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INT. CORRIDOR – MANHATTAN CENTER, NEW YORK CITY – 10 MINUTES BEFORE BELL
The door that leads to the locker room swings open and Jack Owyns steps out into the corridor.
A man holding a camera stands in front of him and is ready to film.
Jack grabs the camera and rips it out of the man’s hands. He roughly shoves the man into the wall and begins walking down the corridor, holding the camera in front of his stomach. The picture is looking at Jack’s face but he doesn’t make eye contact with it. He just focuses on what’s ahead.
JACK OWYNS: “AH! Bryan, Connor, Matthew, Felix, Finn, Mysti or Jason. It doesn’t fuckin’ matter who I have drawn and it doesn’t matter which one of you stands out there waiting for me. Whether you’re ready to fight or wage a fuckin’ war, at the end of the night you’re all just the fuckin’ same. Another wrestler that is like another wrestler that I’ve already faced in my thirteen years in this industry. Been there and fuckin’ done that. Ha!”
He raises the camera so now it is pointed at the left side of his face.
JACK OWYNS: “Thirteen years though, Jack. Oh, Jack. Thirteen. Fuckin’. Years! The story is out! You’re old, dude. You’re fuckin’ washed up, Jackie boy. We hear that you’re all talk. We hear about all your losses. Shit dude! You got a bum fuckin’ knee. Ah! Save the speeches because I’ve heard them time and time again; a broken fuckin’ record. Experience and age don’t change what a man can do. They don’t fuckin’ limit him or what he can fuckin’ accomplish in that ring.”
He passes the camera to his other hand so that it’s focused on the right side of his face.
JACK OWYNS: “It doesn’t fuckin’ define a man. No. What that fuckin’ man does today is all that matters and not what he fuckin’ did in the past. And you know what? Let me tell you something. I’m fuckin’ confident in myself and my fuckin’ abilities to walk down there, step through the ropes, and come face to face with whoever has to fight against me. I'm gonna take that person to my fuckin’ hell and then seal the deal with the ‘one, two, three!’ I have the fuckin’ tools to be victorious no matter what area it may be: strength, striking, speed, technique, endurance, stamina, recovery, composure, focus, or in-ring intelligence. I guaran-fuckin’-tee it. I rank in the top fuckin’ three.”
He combs his hair back with his free hand.
JACK OWYNS: “Fuck Mysti Savage! Fly around the ring and WOW the crowd with your high-flying monkey shit. Take a risk like you are known to fuckin’ do. Learn fuckin’ quickly that it won’t end well for you because I can fuckin’ outsmart you. Come at me with your so-called heavy strikes and figure out real fuckin’ quick that what you consider a hard hit, ain’t so fuckin’ hard. Bitch, I hit harder than you.
Fuck you too, Matthew Page. LOOK AT ME! Pounding those fuckin’ weights. Keep fuckin’ pounding them, gym junkie. You look like a Jersey Shore wannabe. If you face me, those weights won’t do anything for you. Come at me, brah! Ha! Your type is all the same. You think because you're big and all jacked up that you actually fuckin’ matter; that that shit means something. The only thing it means is zip, nadda, and fuckin’ nothing! You think your body and looks will win this but all it will fuckin’ do is slow you down while I fuckin’ run circles around you. I’ll wear you down with my strength and striking. Run from the ring and grab a breather, but all you’ll be doing is doing me a fuckin’ favor.
And then there's you, my little red-headed slut. Felix Harley, I’d say fuck you too, but AH! We both know which way you would take it. You are your own fuckin’ worst enemy in the ring. You’re the bitch who seeks attention and wants all eyes on her. Get lost in the flashes, the hooting, and the hollering, and I will make you pay every fuckin’ time. If by chance we happen to meet and I’m victorious, after you go down for the count I will lean down, get super fuckin’ close, and whisper in your ear - nah, fuck whispering. I am going to fuckin’ scream the word ‘NO.’ N-O.
As for you, Jason Kaine, if you don’t win you’re going to pack up, take your ball, and go home. Well get fuckin’ going because you ain’t winning. HA! You are already out of your fuckin’ element; a dude who made his career in death matches with the use of fuckin’ weapons. Dude, you are in a fuckin’ standard match. One of your strength is the use of a fuckin’ weapon. How's that going to help you? Get the fuck out of here.
And fuck you Finn Whelan. Word on the fuckin’ street is you are quick to anger. What’cha fuckin’ going to do when you come face to face with a man who is always fuckin’ vocal in the ring, huh? I’ll get inside your fuckin’ head and poke, and poke, and fuckin’ POKE until you bring this aggressive side out, this loose cannon. I’m your worst enemy inside that fuckin’ ring because you're just a tamed-down version of me. I’m the fuckin’ teacher, and you're just the student. Class is in session, BITCH!”
Jack turns the camera away from himself as he approaches the black curtain that separates the backstage and the ring area.
JACK OWYNS: “Ah shit, time’s up. Connor and Bryce, the fresh fuckin’ meat of the industry and the veteran. I didn’t forget about you two either. Fuck you both."
Jack pulls the camera in front of his face now and in the background “Intro 2” by NF erupts on the arena’s sound system.
JACK OWYNS: “But like I fuckin’ said in the beginning, it don’t fuckin’ matter which one of you is out there. It just don’t because at the end of the fuckin’ day, you are all the same; just another fuckin’ person standing in my way! HA!”
He drops the camera and walks through the black curtain.
FADE TO BLACK
