Post by Jason Kaine on Sept 10, 2016 7:29:41 GMT
"The following is brought to you by Epic Online Wrestling, Valentina Lemay, and the Victory brand."
"Tune into Victory every Sunday, only on Hulu.com."
"Tune into Victory every Sunday, only on Hulu.com."
[These words appear on screen accompanied by the deep tones of a male narrator and a black background. As they disappear the camera slowly fades in from black and onto a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a marble fireplace set into the wall and the moonlight shining in through two windows directly in front of the camera. Everything is cast in deep shadow as the warm glow of the fire barely penetrates the pale glow supplied by the Earth's largest satellite and only vague outlines of a large desk and a few bookshelves can be seen for the most part. The camera pans towards the fireplace showing the back of a tall, black, leather armchair. There is an odd silence in the room as everything is still minus the fire's manic dance. The camera continues to pan around the chair to show Jason Kaine seated deep in it with a scowl. Wearing a dark charcoal suit with no tie and the collar of his white shirt open and holding a short, half full whiskey glass in his hand he stares deep into gas fireplace, its light waving and flickering over his face making his crystal blue eyes appear cold in comparison. The camera stays on him as he takes a sip from his glass, grimacing slightly as the Jack Daniels Single Barrel burning like Hell on its way down his throat and the clinking of ice filling the silent air. He checks how much of his drink he has left and holds it off to the side again, staring once again into the fire before beginning to speak in a low and gravelly voice.]
Jason Kaine: "In this world full of sequels and remakes people have seemed to have forgotten what it means to be the first. People have forgotten what it is like to be truly an original. People have forgotten about the way things used to, and quite frankly, should be. That's what drew me to EOW. It has this special something, this intangible feeling you can't force or recreate. If you could bottle this something up and sell it you'd never have to work another day in your life. It's that special thing that not only turns promotions into giants of this industry but also turns men and women into legends."
[Jason brings his glass up to his lips and takes another sip, emptying it. He holds it off to the side again and swirls around the ice cubes a few times before continuing.]
Jason Kaine: "As the very first episode of Victory inches closer and closer I can't help but have this feeling deep down in my gut that all of us on that roster are standing side by side on a cliff looking down into the unknown wondering who is going to take that first leap and find out what's waiting on the bottom. Not a single one of us truly knows what is waiting for us when we arrive at the Manhattan Center on September eighteenth."
[Jason stands up from his chair and takes few steps over to a small table beside the fireplace with a crystal decanter and a metal ice bucket on top of it. He flicks the old ice out of his glass and into the fire where it disappears with a hiss and begins to make another drink, talking as he does so.]
Jason Kaine: "I mean sure we're all going to put up a good front, throwing all of the grit and confidence we have out there for the world to see with stiff upper lips but that's part of what we do. This is a combative sport where any smart person takes advantage of any little weakness they can find in you and exploits it to the fullest and that's why you don't just need a Plan A; you need a plan for every damn letter of the alphabet."
[Taking another sip from his glass, Jason sets it on top of his mantle and takes off his sport coat, draping it over the back of his chair. He leans an arm on the mantle and begins speaking again in that same low tone.]
Jason Kaine: "I know exactly what all of my potential opponents are saying right now. They're all asking 'Who the fuck are you?' and while I could stand here and list off names of now long dead companies and dig up dusty, old championship belts and trophies it wouldn't mean shit. None of any of our past accomplishments mean shit. This isn't those companies. We aren't all competing for those titles. This is EOW. This is virgin ground and we've all got the tools to build legacies on it but not all of us know how to use them."
[Jason takes another sip of whiskey and rolls up his sleeves. The camera pans around to face the fire place as he begins to start pacing. Jason begins to speak again, now with a sense of passion behind his words.]
Jason Kaine: "I say that because when I look at the Victory roster all I see are people who don't belong in this business, my business. The only reason most of them are here is the same reason Donald Trump is running for president; they only want to make their stock values rise. Most of them aren't wrestlers, they're children playing dress up and getting paid for it. I say most because like everything else in this world there are exceptions. Bryan Williams and Jack Owyns, you two are wrestlers. I see that passion for this business when I look at you. A true wrestler can always see that in another one, it's like an aura only we can see. The only problem is when I look at the two of you I also see so much wasted potential. You're both small boys trying to make it in a big man's business when you could be so much doing something like managing or conducting interviews or making sure my bags make it from my car and into my locker room. But no. Instead you waste all that potential trying to belong in that ring. Boys, listen to me really carefully; just because they sell wrestler costumes at the Halloween store doesn't mean you should buy them. The two of you are just never going to make it no matter how hard you try and yeah, Jack, before you go saying 'Make? it? I've been fuckin' doin' this fuckin' shit for thirteen fuckin' years!' just let me remind you that thirteen years is a long time and this business isn't too kind to old jobbers with bad knees. You're nothing but the grandparent families prop up in the corner on holidays so they can tell themselves they still give a damn. The wrestling business feeds leftovers like you to people like me so that we can get stronger."
[Jason stops pacing and turns to face the camera, his brow furrowed and his fists clenched. He begins again now through clenched teeth.]
Jason Kaine: "As for the rest of you, you make me absolutely sick. Connor Jacobs, Courtney Leinart, Felix Hartley, Finn Whelan and Mysti Savage, you are all the lowest forms of life that ever crawled out of the fucking primordial ooze. Two dumb broads, a scrub, a wee little whiny Irish prick and a whore that was too ugly to make it in the porn industry. None of you deserve to be in my business or my ring. Truth be told if I was running this place I wouldn't hire a single one of you clean the fucking toilets. Especially you, Mysti, you druggy bitch. You're all like a cancer trying to kill what I love. Wrestling is my life. It's given me all I have and I'll be damned if I put up with a single one of you tainting it!"
[Jason stops to take a breath and another drink, the alcohol fueling his anger. He puts the glass back on the mantle, this time with a forceful "clunk" and continues, only slightly calmer.]
Jason Kaine: "Honestly I'm pretty damn sure the only reason any of you are even signed is because the sponsors were pushing hard for the first show to air and they'd take whatever they could get. Thankfully I'm here. Thankfully the best god damn wrestler on the planet is here to put this brand on his shoulders and carry it all the way to the top as not only it's champion but also as it's figurehead. I will be a symbol of how great the wrestling business can be, Hell they'll probably put a statue of me out front of EOW's headquarters. God knows they couldn't do that with any of you or anyone from Livewire. It's okay though. For you five this will all only be another stop on that long road of disappointment you all call lives. I hope when each of you looses they fire you and you end up in the poor house....excuse me.....BACK in the poor house."
[With a scoff, Jason takes another drink, placing the glass back down now even harder. He looks back into the camera and continues.]
Jason Kaine: "Now this brings me to you, Mathew Page, you fucking prick. You have been the biggest thorn in my side ever since I got here. I admire your guts kid. You actually dare to poke the bear when you know you should leave him the fuck alone and keep on walking. Normally I would call someone like you just plain stupid but I think in this case you're just ignorant. You don't know what I've done to people who turn a wandering eye on my wife, Roxxanne. If you did you wouldn't have ever spoken our names but no. You've gone and made this all personal and now every night until Victory goes live I am going to be praying and hoping it's your name I draw because if I do I am going to destroy the one thing in this world you care about; your precious ego. You're living in a fantasy world, son. A world where you're the queen and everyone else bows down to you. Well listen here, your highness, the moment I'm across from you in that ring I'm going to commit a full on regicide."
[Jason begins pacing again, this time faster and with his fists clenched tight.]
Jason Kaine: "It's funny to think that you of all people are going to be the one who puts me out of here. You? REALLY?! Don't make me fucking laugh, boy. I have wrestled everyone from world class athletes to full blown psychopaths and not a single one of them could send me running. I know that I said if I ended up fighting for the Internet Championship I would leave and I meant every, single, God damn word of it. I didn't say it out of desperation. I said it out of confidence, a kind of confidence you can only dream of. A kind of confidence that comes from being a true wrestler. Not a sports entertainer like you who wants to go out there, look pretty and try to sell fucking t-shirts. I'm not here to sell merchandise. I'm here to hurt people and win matches and I'll be DAMNED if I ever let the day come that you beat me in a wrestling match."
[Jason stops again, slightly regaining his composure. He looks deep into the camera and begins his final message.]
Jason Kaine: "Sunday.....September eighteenth.....two thousand and sixteen....the beginning of the biggest brand this business has ever seen comes to the world live from one of the most important venues this business has ever seen. Eight people walk in full of hopes and dreams, four will win and move on, one will leave a champion and three will leave empty handed, and maybe....just maybe someone will end my career with EOV before it even begins.....but I doubt it because my name is Jason Kaine...and I am Unbreakable....Get real bitches."
[With that, Jason picks up his glass one more time and takes another drink before throwing it into the fireplace with crash, the remaining whiskey extinguishing the flames, sending everything back to black again as the camera fades out and the Victory logo appears.]
Jason Kaine: "In this world full of sequels and remakes people have seemed to have forgotten what it means to be the first. People have forgotten what it is like to be truly an original. People have forgotten about the way things used to, and quite frankly, should be. That's what drew me to EOW. It has this special something, this intangible feeling you can't force or recreate. If you could bottle this something up and sell it you'd never have to work another day in your life. It's that special thing that not only turns promotions into giants of this industry but also turns men and women into legends."
[Jason brings his glass up to his lips and takes another sip, emptying it. He holds it off to the side again and swirls around the ice cubes a few times before continuing.]
Jason Kaine: "As the very first episode of Victory inches closer and closer I can't help but have this feeling deep down in my gut that all of us on that roster are standing side by side on a cliff looking down into the unknown wondering who is going to take that first leap and find out what's waiting on the bottom. Not a single one of us truly knows what is waiting for us when we arrive at the Manhattan Center on September eighteenth."
[Jason stands up from his chair and takes few steps over to a small table beside the fireplace with a crystal decanter and a metal ice bucket on top of it. He flicks the old ice out of his glass and into the fire where it disappears with a hiss and begins to make another drink, talking as he does so.]
Jason Kaine: "I mean sure we're all going to put up a good front, throwing all of the grit and confidence we have out there for the world to see with stiff upper lips but that's part of what we do. This is a combative sport where any smart person takes advantage of any little weakness they can find in you and exploits it to the fullest and that's why you don't just need a Plan A; you need a plan for every damn letter of the alphabet."
[Taking another sip from his glass, Jason sets it on top of his mantle and takes off his sport coat, draping it over the back of his chair. He leans an arm on the mantle and begins speaking again in that same low tone.]
Jason Kaine: "I know exactly what all of my potential opponents are saying right now. They're all asking 'Who the fuck are you?' and while I could stand here and list off names of now long dead companies and dig up dusty, old championship belts and trophies it wouldn't mean shit. None of any of our past accomplishments mean shit. This isn't those companies. We aren't all competing for those titles. This is EOW. This is virgin ground and we've all got the tools to build legacies on it but not all of us know how to use them."
[Jason takes another sip of whiskey and rolls up his sleeves. The camera pans around to face the fire place as he begins to start pacing. Jason begins to speak again, now with a sense of passion behind his words.]
Jason Kaine: "I say that because when I look at the Victory roster all I see are people who don't belong in this business, my business. The only reason most of them are here is the same reason Donald Trump is running for president; they only want to make their stock values rise. Most of them aren't wrestlers, they're children playing dress up and getting paid for it. I say most because like everything else in this world there are exceptions. Bryan Williams and Jack Owyns, you two are wrestlers. I see that passion for this business when I look at you. A true wrestler can always see that in another one, it's like an aura only we can see. The only problem is when I look at the two of you I also see so much wasted potential. You're both small boys trying to make it in a big man's business when you could be so much doing something like managing or conducting interviews or making sure my bags make it from my car and into my locker room. But no. Instead you waste all that potential trying to belong in that ring. Boys, listen to me really carefully; just because they sell wrestler costumes at the Halloween store doesn't mean you should buy them. The two of you are just never going to make it no matter how hard you try and yeah, Jack, before you go saying 'Make? it? I've been fuckin' doin' this fuckin' shit for thirteen fuckin' years!' just let me remind you that thirteen years is a long time and this business isn't too kind to old jobbers with bad knees. You're nothing but the grandparent families prop up in the corner on holidays so they can tell themselves they still give a damn. The wrestling business feeds leftovers like you to people like me so that we can get stronger."
[Jason stops pacing and turns to face the camera, his brow furrowed and his fists clenched. He begins again now through clenched teeth.]
Jason Kaine: "As for the rest of you, you make me absolutely sick. Connor Jacobs, Courtney Leinart, Felix Hartley, Finn Whelan and Mysti Savage, you are all the lowest forms of life that ever crawled out of the fucking primordial ooze. Two dumb broads, a scrub, a wee little whiny Irish prick and a whore that was too ugly to make it in the porn industry. None of you deserve to be in my business or my ring. Truth be told if I was running this place I wouldn't hire a single one of you clean the fucking toilets. Especially you, Mysti, you druggy bitch. You're all like a cancer trying to kill what I love. Wrestling is my life. It's given me all I have and I'll be damned if I put up with a single one of you tainting it!"
[Jason stops to take a breath and another drink, the alcohol fueling his anger. He puts the glass back on the mantle, this time with a forceful "clunk" and continues, only slightly calmer.]
Jason Kaine: "Honestly I'm pretty damn sure the only reason any of you are even signed is because the sponsors were pushing hard for the first show to air and they'd take whatever they could get. Thankfully I'm here. Thankfully the best god damn wrestler on the planet is here to put this brand on his shoulders and carry it all the way to the top as not only it's champion but also as it's figurehead. I will be a symbol of how great the wrestling business can be, Hell they'll probably put a statue of me out front of EOW's headquarters. God knows they couldn't do that with any of you or anyone from Livewire. It's okay though. For you five this will all only be another stop on that long road of disappointment you all call lives. I hope when each of you looses they fire you and you end up in the poor house....excuse me.....BACK in the poor house."
[With a scoff, Jason takes another drink, placing the glass back down now even harder. He looks back into the camera and continues.]
Jason Kaine: "Now this brings me to you, Mathew Page, you fucking prick. You have been the biggest thorn in my side ever since I got here. I admire your guts kid. You actually dare to poke the bear when you know you should leave him the fuck alone and keep on walking. Normally I would call someone like you just plain stupid but I think in this case you're just ignorant. You don't know what I've done to people who turn a wandering eye on my wife, Roxxanne. If you did you wouldn't have ever spoken our names but no. You've gone and made this all personal and now every night until Victory goes live I am going to be praying and hoping it's your name I draw because if I do I am going to destroy the one thing in this world you care about; your precious ego. You're living in a fantasy world, son. A world where you're the queen and everyone else bows down to you. Well listen here, your highness, the moment I'm across from you in that ring I'm going to commit a full on regicide."
[Jason begins pacing again, this time faster and with his fists clenched tight.]
Jason Kaine: "It's funny to think that you of all people are going to be the one who puts me out of here. You? REALLY?! Don't make me fucking laugh, boy. I have wrestled everyone from world class athletes to full blown psychopaths and not a single one of them could send me running. I know that I said if I ended up fighting for the Internet Championship I would leave and I meant every, single, God damn word of it. I didn't say it out of desperation. I said it out of confidence, a kind of confidence you can only dream of. A kind of confidence that comes from being a true wrestler. Not a sports entertainer like you who wants to go out there, look pretty and try to sell fucking t-shirts. I'm not here to sell merchandise. I'm here to hurt people and win matches and I'll be DAMNED if I ever let the day come that you beat me in a wrestling match."
[Jason stops again, slightly regaining his composure. He looks deep into the camera and begins his final message.]
Jason Kaine: "Sunday.....September eighteenth.....two thousand and sixteen....the beginning of the biggest brand this business has ever seen comes to the world live from one of the most important venues this business has ever seen. Eight people walk in full of hopes and dreams, four will win and move on, one will leave a champion and three will leave empty handed, and maybe....just maybe someone will end my career with EOV before it even begins.....but I doubt it because my name is Jason Kaine...and I am Unbreakable....Get real bitches."
[With that, Jason picks up his glass one more time and takes another drink before throwing it into the fireplace with crash, the remaining whiskey extinguishing the flames, sending everything back to black again as the camera fades out and the Victory logo appears.]
