Post by Quintin Blood on Sept 19, 2016 3:48:38 GMT
‘And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations,
knowing that tribulation produces perseverance;
And perseverance, character;
And character, hope.’
-Romans 5:3,4 NKJV
The scene opens up to a close up of Quintin Blood’s eyes staring blankly into the camera. The camera zooms out slowly as he blinks. As his whole face comes into view his upper lip twitches on the right side just before he smiles with his teeth clenched together. His body begins to jerk softly as he begins cackling. His eyes close. The camera pans out further, quicker as his upper body comes into view. His face is smooth after the close shave with the straight edge razor.
“WAKE UP!!!”
The camera pans out even more as Quintin is sitting in what looks to have been a comfortable, nice recliner. However, it is now filthy, torn up, and stained with god knows what. His eyes blink rapidly and he shakes his head.
“What? Huh?”
“You have slept long enough. You missed so much. But, I understand that you need your rest. You are weak. That is why you need me. I’m strong. I make sure we do not fall so far that we can never rise again.”
“I’m not weak!”
“Oooh! You have a spine after all. That’s good! Because, now, we have a pathetic excuse of what appears to be a man that will become our first victim.”
Quintin looks up at the ceiling, jerking his head around looking at different spots.
“Where? Who?”
“Patience. You will see him soon enough. But, for now, let me tell you his name and let me tell you what this so called male specimen is about.”
Quintin lowers his head to look straight ahead once again.
“Better yet. Listen to me as I tell our viewers.”
Quintin’s face is filled with confusion from his passive persona.
“I don’t see anyone.”
“Keep quiet. You will learn what we face soon enough.”
The aggressive persona of Quintin Blood begins to take over.
“Victory’s General Manager, Valentina Lemay, has placed in our path an individual by the name of Jason Kaine.”
“She has?”
“I said quiet.”
“Sorry.”
Quintin Blood stands up as the aggressive persona continues to take over while viewers listen to him, including the almost disappeared passive side of himself. He begins walking around the room, circling the recliner.
“There is no doubt that Jason Kaine is a man that has been going through trials and tribulations of his own on a personal level.”
He makes a fist with his right hand, holding it against his chest and rubbing the backside of it with his left hand softly as he continues to speak. He looks up at the ceiling again.
“Some might look upon Jason Kaine as a pathetic, and somewhat broken, man.”
Quintin looks at the camera as he places his hands on the back of the recliner. He’s got a sinister grin on his face and evil in his eyes.
“But those people that look at him, as a pathetic and broken man, do not understand how pathetic he truly is.”
He shakes his head. The grin disappears as satisfaction moves into his eyes with his statement. He lets go of the recliner and traces his right index finger along the crusted fabric before walking far enough away for the chair to be out of his reach. He walks over to a book case, though a single book is not found on it. Instead he grabs an object, holding it his hand. The object is hidden from the camera’s view. He caresses the object as he continues on.
“Jason Kaine’s personal life, his love life, has suffered a tremendous loss. He is filled with pain that many thousands around the world have a hard time explaining the feelings that are exploding inside them.”
He looks at the camera with mock compassion.
“How does it feel to have been abandoned by a woman that, at some point, loved you more than life itself, Jason?”
He grins sadistically as he continues to caress the object in his hands still yet to be revealed.
“Do you feel empty? Do you feel betrayed?”
He lets out a slight snicker.
“Jason, I have a good inclination that you would rather be tortured—“
He turns to look at the camera again.
“—than to feel the emotional anguish that you’ve been going through. I bet you would prefer having your finger nails torn away from your flesh with tweezers than to bear this pain inside you.”
He nods with a slight smirk on his face.
“The only thing I can tell you is that you are not alone. Millions have shared that same pain of losing the many precious loves in their lives.”
He turns and begins to walk toward the camera a few steps, still holding the object in his hands. He cradles the object gently as if carrying a priceless and precious gift.
“And numbers of them will tell you what you don’t want to hear. That it is better to love than to never love at all. I bet you would agree that that sentiment is a pathetic showing of false compassion. Right, Jason?”
He stops walking towards the camera. He leans forward, bending just slightly, arching his neck backward to keep his head level to look into the camera from a few feet away.
“I assure you that is the only time you and I will ever see eye to eye.”
He smiles and stands upright. He goes back to caressing the object.
“Enduring the hardships in life—“
He uncovers the object to unveil a rock shaped like a heart that had been broken down the middle. He looks down at it as he goes on.
“—is supposed to produce a strong character. The bullshit that society claims: ‘that whatever does not kill us makes us stronger’ is an effort to grant others with some feeling that there is hope.”
He shakes his head, looking up at the camera again.
“But, at this moment, you don’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. Do you, Jason? As you drink your sorrows away, are those feelings really going away? Lashing out at those around you, whether they care about you or not, really only makes you feel worse with every single word.”
He tilts his head slightly to the left.
“Do you know why? Because every single word reminds you of the pain that Roxanne has put you through. And you’re too broken to realize what has truly taken place.”
He looks up at the ceiling as he ponders his thoughts for a moment. Staying his gaze, he carries on after a brief moment.
“If we look at the most recent events of Victory, allow me to remind you of that slap you gave Finn Whelan.”
He smiles big and as he still holds the heart shaped rock, he looks at the camera with an enthusiastic look.
“What a slap! Oh, the tenacity, the sting that exploded through his face brought a smile to my face. But—“
He shakes his head in disappointment.
“—all it did was anger the man. It did nothing for you. You—“
He looks at the camera pausing as he lets out a heavy sigh.
“—only gave him a greater reason to fight harder, and ultimately you experienced defeat. Why?”
He looks at the camera, pausing again as if waiting to hear the answer.
“Because the emotional pain you have been enduring has brought you to the doorstep of mindless actions. You could point the finger where ever you like. You might point at Matthew Page. You might point at Roxanne. You could point at every single pathetic human being in the Manhattan Center.”
He looks down at the heart shaped rock in his hand. He snickers under his breath and then looks back up at the camera.
“But you’d only be pointing the finger at everything else instead of the real problem.”
Quintin turns his back to the camera. He separates the rock pieces and holds each part in his hands at his sides. He walks toward the recliner, walks to the right side of it and sets the piece of rock in his right hand on the right armrest. He walks behind the chair and holds the other piece in his hand between his thumb and fingertips out so that the camera views one half of a heart shape.
“Your other half leaving you is not the problem when it came to failing twice in the ring at the first Victory show here in EOW.”
He shakes his head.
“The true problem is you. You were not being Roxanne’s other half.”
He nods. His eyes blink once. He smiles. He looks around the room without a word.
“Do you hear that?”
He looks at the camera again.
“Do you hear that, Jason? That is the sound of how you feel. Empty. No one is to blame for that, but you. That heavy weight on your shoulders that pushes you down was put there by you. I do not need to do anything more to break you, Jason. You have already succeeded in doing that yourself. But, so that you might understand—“
The evidence of the smile that had momentarily been on Quintin’s face has been replaced with a cold-hearted, stern look.
“—that I only but need to sweep away the broken pieces of what you once had been, I will give you an example of why you will never again see light at the end of the tunnel.”
His passive persona comes back a bit.
“You’re being mean. He’s hurting.”
“He needs to know what is to become of him.”
The passive countenance on Quintin’s face goes away as he nods. He focuses once again on what he was talking about before the interruption.
“For your benefit, I will give you an example, Jason. I will show you where you went wrong, and why you have lost the woman you loved.”
He tosses the remaining piece of the heart shaped rock on the floor and walks back to stand in front of the recliner.
“As the story goes, a man and woman lived in a garden. One day, the woman stood at a tree that had fruit that she was told never to eat. Many believe that the woman was standing there alone when she ate the fruit. But, if one reads the details of the story, they will find that the man was standing beside her.”
Quintin shakes his head, mocking disappointment.
“The man knew that she wasn’t supposed to eat the fruit from that tree. He’d been told the same thing. But, standing there beside her, he did not stop her. Suddenly, the moment she tasted that fruit, everything changed. The man had failed to protect his woman. She would have never felt the desire for more if that man had made her feel desired by him. Not only had the man failed once, but twice. He failed her.”
Quintin lets out another heavy sigh and sits down in the recliner once again.
“And, Jason, that same failure within relationships between man and woman continues to this day. Whether a person wants to believe that event actually took place, or not, the story is a great example of what society sees everyday. It proves to everyone where a man has failed in every relationship time and time again. Not only did the man fail before the woman ate the fruit by not making her feel wanted, or keeping her from eating the fruit before she took a bite, but also—“
A sadistic smile suddenly appears on Quintin’s face as he bears his teeth. His eyes wide open, teeth clenched as he speaks through them anyway.
“He failed after the fact.”
He stops clenching his teeth has he goes on.
“That man gave in to the woman’s request. She gave the fruit to him and he ate it, too. But the ultimate failure really came when he pointed to the woman, blaming her for what he had done.”
He turns his eyes and lowers them to look down at the half of the heart shaped rock on the armrest.
“You’ve done the same thing to Roxanne, Jason. You failed her. She didn’t leave you. She escaped a pathetic excuse of a man. You have paraded inside and outside of a wrestling ring as you’ve shown everyone only a mask of what you want them to see.”
He grabs the piece of rock and holds it in hands.
“And Roxanne did what every woman has the right to do when a man isn’t enough.”
He looks up at the camera with a blank look on his face, and a chilling look in his eyes.
“She escaped your clutches so that she would not be dragged down with you.”
He drops the piece of rock on the floor as he had with the other piece. The camera lowers slightly to show both pieces of the rock on the floor on separate sides of the chair. The camera rises up and Quintin reaches down to pull the lever to get the footrest to come out.
"You just aren't enough for Roxanne."
With a jerk and creaking of wood and metal, the footrest comes out. Quintin puts his hands on the back of his head, relaxing as his eyes are closed. He continues to speak.
“And that, Jason, is why your hope for a light at the end of the tunnel inside and outside the ring will never shine again.”
Quintin’s passive persona comes back.
“I see what you meant.”
“And so do they.”
The camera fades to black as you hear the cackling from Quintin Blood once more...
