Post by Jason Kaine on Sept 23, 2016 0:15:27 GMT
[Sunday, September 18th]
[Approx. 11:30 PM]
[After Victory 1]
[Manhattan Center]
[Manhattan Center]
[ON CAMERA]
[The camera rushes through the backstage area of the Manhattan Center. Stage hands, producers and various other workers jump out of the cameraman's way as he sprints at top speed with Jared Ryan leading the way. As they move closer and closer to their destination a noise grows louder and louder until they turn a final corner and finds its source: Jason Kaine tearing apart his locker room. The camera peeks into the door over Ryan's shoulder to see Jason smacking a folding chair over and over again on the floor. He's still dressed in his ring gear consisting of black work pants, black boots and a black singlet with red trimming that he just can't be bothered to pull the straps up on, ever. His large mustache is sticking out in crazy directions and his bald head is shining with sweat. He stops slamming the chair and looks around, his chest moving up and down with his every deep breath. He tosses the chair aside with a dismissive grunt and sits down on a nearby bench, head in hands. His heavy breathing turns into a single sigh and then returns to normal as he lets his hands hang between his knees. Jared Ryan looks back at the camera, the markings from his earlier beating showing clearly, and whispers hoarsely.]
Jared Ryan: "Come on, let's go."
[Jared slips into the room and walks over to Jason, his microphone at the ready. He stands awkwardly beside Jason until he addresses him without looking up.]
Jason Kaine: "What the fuck do you want, Jared? Come to sell me some sandwiches?"
Jared Ryan: "What?"
Jason Kaine: "Never mind. Now answer me Punching Bag."
[Jared, a little flustered, looks into the camera and sighs, deciding to do his job instead of shying away. He clears his throat and brings up his microphone.]
Jared Ryan: "Well...Jason...you just experienced your first episode of Victory. How do you feel?"
Jason Kaine: "Well, Jared, I guess I could sum up my feelings as..."
[Jason leaps to his feet and balls his hand up in Jared's shirt, bringing fear to the young interviewer's eyes. He pushes him into the lockers behind them just a little too hard and gets nose to nose with him. He begins speaking very slowly and quietly, his voice almost a growl.]
Jason Kaine: "To be honest, boy, I'm actually just a little bit upset right now so I really don't have the storage space in my brain to process that raggedy squeak of a voice that Owyns left you with so I'm going to do your job for you. Now, you were probably going to ask me if, seeing as I was cheated in my first match and not only lost but also participated in the Redemption Challenge, I am in fact taking my proverbial ball and going home. Well, my butterfly stitched friend..."
[Jason gives Jared a swift headbutt into his nose and lets him go. Jared slides down onto the bench, whimpering in pain, and Jason gives a short chuckle. He then leans back down into Jared's now even more swollen face and speaks again, this time in a much cheerier tone.]
Jason Kaine: "I'm afraid you and I are going to have a nice, long and probably painful relationship. So chin up, buddy!"
[Jason smiles and gives Jared a couple smacks on the cheek and then scowls at him. He stands up and snatches his nearby gym bag, throwing it over his shoulder. He whistles a tune as he walks out the door and the camera focuses on Jared's face and fades to black.]
[Wednesday, September 21st]
[1:00 PM]
[The office of Dr. Julies Rockport]
[ON CAMERA...unfortunately]
[1:00 PM]
[The office of Dr. Julies Rockport]
[ON CAMERA...unfortunately]
"So tell me there, Caesar, why in the high, holy fuck am I here?"
[Jason Kaine was laying with his hands behind his head on the couch in his new, company ordered, psychiatrist and wasn't the most compliant patient. In fact he hated every single second he spent surrounded by Dr. Rockport's fake plants, standard issue wallpaper and 90's carpet. The good doctor st patiently across the admittedly small room dressed in a brown tweed suit with his horn-rimmed glasses in his hand and a clipboard on his lap. The man had a shockingly close resemblance to Kelsey Grammar if one was to be honest. He even sounded like him.]
Dr. Rockport: "Well, Jason, you know as well as I do that seeing as what you did to Jared Ryan caused him to schedule an appointment with me, EOW's management is making it a condition of your employment to see me once a month."
[Jason turns his head and gives Dr. Rockport what could be described as a "no shit" look and resumes his attempts to stare a hole into the grid ceiling.]
Jason Kaine: "Well thanks, Dr. Crane, for telling me what I already knew! Now how about you tel me why there's a camera boy cowering in the the corner?"
Dr. Rockport: "They said it would be an insurance policy that made sure you came in. I mean you are making quite the impression as being stubborn."
[Rockport tries to lighten Jason's mood by chuckling lightly at his statement but it only causes Jason to bolt upright and look him directly in the eyes.]
Jason Kaine: "I'm glad you get to make jokes, doc, but to be honest I don't see what's so fucking funny. So, clue me in on the joke or get him the fuck out of here."
Dr. Rockport: "Now Jason, you know I can't do..."
Jason Kaine: "THEN FUCK HIM AND FUCK YOU!"
[Jason jumps up and storms to the door, furious. As soon as he touches the door handle, Dr. Rockport stands and addresses him in a stern but not angry tone.]
Dr. Rockport: "Jason, if you walk out that door I can not promise you that come tomorrow you will still have job but if you sit back down I can promise that I will make this quick and painless. I know you hate this but it is a consequence of your actions and yours alone. Now be man and take some responsibility for yourself."
[Jason stops and looks over his shoulder at Rockport with a look of mild surprise. He looks down, takes a breath and turns around. Before he sits back down he looks at Dr. Rockport and smirks.]
Jason Kaine: "You know something...I almost like you."
[Taking a seat back on the couch, because he really doesn't have a choice, Jason again looks at Rockport, the smirk still on his face. The doctor himself sits unshaken by Jason's power plays. He has twenty years in this field and isn't so easily thrown off.]
Dr. Rockport: "So, Jason, tell me about yourself."
[Jason rolls his eyes and replies in with his best sarcastic tone.]
Jason Kaine: "Well, Frasier, what do you want to know? Shall I reminisce about my upbringing? How about I just sit here and tell you the story of how I was born in fucking England to parents to poor to keep a second kid, given away to a family who deep, deep, deep down didn't really want me in the first place and forced to run away to America as soon as I turned 18, change my name and develop this fake fucking accent to cover my arse?"
[This...shook the doctor. Jason's accent actually changed from an average, East Coast American accent and into that of someone who spent their first 18 years in Southern England. Puzzled, Rockport started scribbling on his clipboard.]
Dr. Rockport: "Well...that certainly is a good start. Uhm, how did you pull that off?"
[Jason gives a loud laugh, now sounding slightly different since he wasn't hiding his real accent anymore.]
Jason Kaine: "Easy. Listen to you people talk long enough and it comes naturally."
[Trying to hide his surprise with a smile, but doing a good job, Dr. Rockport looks back up.]
Dr. Rockport: "That's...great...."
Jason Kaine: "You know that camera camera is really starting to piss me off."
[Jason's tone was flat. He knew he had the doctor reeling and that this was his chance.]
Jason Kaine: "Why don't you be a mate and send him packing then?"
Dr. Rockport: "I'm afraid I still can't do that."
Jason Kaine: "All right then..."
[Jason stands up again and cracks his neck. He then peels off his black t-shirt and tosses it aside.]
"...seeing as we just need to put everything out in the open..."
[Jason then kicks off his black and red Chuck Taylors and follows that up with slipping off his dark blue jeans. He now stands in front of Rockport in only his green boxer briefs. He walks up and leans close to the doctor's face. They stare at each other, eye to eye. Rockport keeps a hold of his professionalism while Jason grins.]
"...why don't we just get all the fuck out there? Full disclosure like."
[Without hesitation, Jason whips off the clothes he has left and stands there proudly in the nude. The cameraman jumps back a little and Rockport recoils into his chair. this brings another cackle out of Jason, his mood now the complete opposite of what it was when he walked in earlier.]
Jason Kaine: "Well, now that that's out of the way, how about I tell you about something that's really been grinding my fuckin' gears, eh?"
Dr. Rockport: "Mr. Kaine could you please..."
Jason Kaine: "Ah ah ahhh, doc! I'm the patient here and seeing as this is therapy time, I get to do the talking!"
[Jason is standing awkwardly close to the still seated Dr. Rockport, his...well...now blurry area a little too close to his face.]
Jason Kaine: "Now where was I? Oh right! It seems that in her endless wisdom, Valentina Lemay put me in a damn match with a legitimate fuckin' looney! I mean seeing as I'm standing naked in a psychiatrist's office right now I know I'm not in much of a position to talk but I assure you...[Jason says this rather sarcastically]...Doooctooor Rockpoort, Quintin Blood is the proper bastard to be in here! The man's a monster! Have you seen him? He's a regular fucking Jason Vorhees that one!"
Dr. Rockport: "Jason could you please..."
[Jason snaps just a little. He raises a finger at Rocport and shouts.]
Jason Kaine: "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
[Rockport decides discretion is the better part of valor. Jason shakes his head in mock disappointment and begins gathering his clothes up in his hand.]
Jason Kaine: "I mean honestly, Julie, if you're not going to take this seriously then I think we're quite done for today, thank you very much! I was going to share my thoughts with you about my match coming up, seeing as there's a camera here and all but I'm afraid I'll just have to keep my thoughts about my new, schizophrenic friend all to myself for now! To think, I was going to actually open up about how the guy is so damn big he could probably probably just toss me out with the fuckin' rubbish! I'll honestly be surprised if I can even lift the big bastard."
[Jason, now with clothes and shoes in hand, shakes his head again.]
Jason Kaine: "You would have got to hear all about this but no sir! You won't hear another fucking peep out of me about how Quintin Blood is one of the scariest bastards I've seen and years seeing as you like to just constantly interrupting me! I mean honestly, sir, have a little professionalism!"
[Jason gives a fake "hmph" noise and struts, still naked, to the door and flings it open.]
Jason Kaine: "And stop looking at my fucking prick!"
[Jason slams the door behind him and the camera pans to the still stunned Dr. Rockport. He looks into the camera and speaks in what could be awe.]
Dr. Rockport: "The balls on that guy!"
[UNDISCLOSED DATE]
[UNDISCLOSED LOCATION]
[IT IS DARK]
[THERE ARE MIRRORS]
[WHAT THE HELL]
[IS HE BRITISH NOW?!]
[I'M CONFUSED]
[OH YEAH...ON CAMERA]
[...THIS IS WHY I DRINK...]
[The camera fades in on a dark room with a circle of full-body mirrors in the center and a bright spotlight shining down. In the center of the ring a lone man stands dressed all in black. He has on black pants with its ends tucked sloppily into lace-less, black boots, a leather biker vest and a sleeveless hoody. He has his hood up and a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. The camera plans closer as he takes a long drink from his bottle and stares into the mirror in front of him. Jason scowls under his hood at himself, half of his face lost in shadow and he rocks back and forth a little due to his current state. His eyes are bloodshot, almost as if he had been crying, but his voice rings out strong and somber although a bit slurred, his now uncovered accent shining forth.]
Jason Kaine: "Do you know what you see when you look into the mirror? I do. I see one of three things."
[Jason turns to one of the mirrors to his left. In it there is the image of what he was before; proud, confident and sober with a full head of hair. The real Jason looks into the mirror, which is actually a green screen, and scowls.]
Jason Kaine: "I see the man I was."
[He turns to another mirror and it shows the first version of him with the Ultimate Championship and a happy Roxxanne still beside him. Real Jason now gets angry, his voice now a low growl.]
Jason Kaine: "I see the man I could have been."
[Taking another drink from his bottle, Jason looks into the first mirror again, this one an actual mirror showing just him. He frowns.]
Jason Kaine: "And I see the bitter, frustrated mother fucker I've become."
[Jason turns around and faces the camera, takes another drink and continues.]
Jason Kaine: "But the question is; what do you see Quintin? Do you see a man or do you see a monster? My guess is strongly on neither. In fact, I see a child, a dangerous child with the strength of a giant and the temper of a fucking wasp, but a child none the less."
[Jason takes another sip from his bottle of whiskey.]
Jason Kaine: "Now don't get me wrong Quintin, or whichever voice I'm currently speaking to, I'm not trying to pass you off as a non-threat. In fact, you are probably the single most dangerous person on the Victory roster. You're huge, violent and a certified psychopath but do you know what you're not? You're not exactly a premier athlete there are ya? You see, that's where I have you beat. I may not be able to out power you but I know for a guaranteed fact that I was fucking born for this shit. You're just a brute with no brains, no wind and no focus."
[Jason laughs his dark cackle and takes another big drink, almost emptying his bottle. He stumbles backwards and knocks over a mirror, sending it crashing to the floor. He looks down, shrugs and laughs again before looking back into the camera.]
Jason Kaine: "I mean sure you could probably crush me and all but there ain't no fucking way you'll catch me and, well, let's be honest here and say one of the voices in that vacant skull of yours will probably pop up and bang! You'll be off chasing butterflies. Tell me something there, Quincy, is the scene in your head a lot like that part from the little trailer they did way back when for the Pyro in Team Fortress? You know, rainbows, happiness, sunshine and all that fun, cunty shit loonies like you secretly dream about. Come on, you can tell me! I'm your new fucking mate after all and everything!"
[Jason stops, squints in thought and starts again.]
Jason Kaine: "Wait...no I'm not. I'm your fucking enemy. Meh, tomato potato or whatever that stupid, bloody phrase is. Anyway, see you at Victory! Hope you do your cardio."
[Jason starts to walk away but stops.]
Jason Kaine: "Oh, by the way, you're new nickname is Deadfool on account of the two distinct voices in your head and all that. Have a good one!"
[Jason finishes off his bottle and nonchalantly chucks it over his shoulder. It sails into one of the fake mirrors, shatters and knocks the mirror over. Jason looks at it, turns back to the camera and gives a "whoops" look. He laughs his signature laugh and casually strolls off whistling "900 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" as the camera fades to black.]
[Jason Kaine was laying with his hands behind his head on the couch in his new, company ordered, psychiatrist and wasn't the most compliant patient. In fact he hated every single second he spent surrounded by Dr. Rockport's fake plants, standard issue wallpaper and 90's carpet. The good doctor st patiently across the admittedly small room dressed in a brown tweed suit with his horn-rimmed glasses in his hand and a clipboard on his lap. The man had a shockingly close resemblance to Kelsey Grammar if one was to be honest. He even sounded like him.]
Dr. Rockport: "Well, Jason, you know as well as I do that seeing as what you did to Jared Ryan caused him to schedule an appointment with me, EOW's management is making it a condition of your employment to see me once a month."
[Jason turns his head and gives Dr. Rockport what could be described as a "no shit" look and resumes his attempts to stare a hole into the grid ceiling.]
Jason Kaine: "Well thanks, Dr. Crane, for telling me what I already knew! Now how about you tel me why there's a camera boy cowering in the the corner?"
Dr. Rockport: "They said it would be an insurance policy that made sure you came in. I mean you are making quite the impression as being stubborn."
[Rockport tries to lighten Jason's mood by chuckling lightly at his statement but it only causes Jason to bolt upright and look him directly in the eyes.]
Jason Kaine: "I'm glad you get to make jokes, doc, but to be honest I don't see what's so fucking funny. So, clue me in on the joke or get him the fuck out of here."
Dr. Rockport: "Now Jason, you know I can't do..."
Jason Kaine: "THEN FUCK HIM AND FUCK YOU!"
[Jason jumps up and storms to the door, furious. As soon as he touches the door handle, Dr. Rockport stands and addresses him in a stern but not angry tone.]
Dr. Rockport: "Jason, if you walk out that door I can not promise you that come tomorrow you will still have job but if you sit back down I can promise that I will make this quick and painless. I know you hate this but it is a consequence of your actions and yours alone. Now be man and take some responsibility for yourself."
[Jason stops and looks over his shoulder at Rockport with a look of mild surprise. He looks down, takes a breath and turns around. Before he sits back down he looks at Dr. Rockport and smirks.]
Jason Kaine: "You know something...I almost like you."
[Taking a seat back on the couch, because he really doesn't have a choice, Jason again looks at Rockport, the smirk still on his face. The doctor himself sits unshaken by Jason's power plays. He has twenty years in this field and isn't so easily thrown off.]
Dr. Rockport: "So, Jason, tell me about yourself."
[Jason rolls his eyes and replies in with his best sarcastic tone.]
Jason Kaine: "Well, Frasier, what do you want to know? Shall I reminisce about my upbringing? How about I just sit here and tell you the story of how I was born in fucking England to parents to poor to keep a second kid, given away to a family who deep, deep, deep down didn't really want me in the first place and forced to run away to America as soon as I turned 18, change my name and develop this fake fucking accent to cover my arse?"
[This...shook the doctor. Jason's accent actually changed from an average, East Coast American accent and into that of someone who spent their first 18 years in Southern England. Puzzled, Rockport started scribbling on his clipboard.]
Dr. Rockport: "Well...that certainly is a good start. Uhm, how did you pull that off?"
[Jason gives a loud laugh, now sounding slightly different since he wasn't hiding his real accent anymore.]
Jason Kaine: "Easy. Listen to you people talk long enough and it comes naturally."
[Trying to hide his surprise with a smile, but doing a good job, Dr. Rockport looks back up.]
Dr. Rockport: "That's...great...."
Jason Kaine: "You know that camera camera is really starting to piss me off."
[Jason's tone was flat. He knew he had the doctor reeling and that this was his chance.]
Jason Kaine: "Why don't you be a mate and send him packing then?"
Dr. Rockport: "I'm afraid I still can't do that."
Jason Kaine: "All right then..."
[Jason stands up again and cracks his neck. He then peels off his black t-shirt and tosses it aside.]
"...seeing as we just need to put everything out in the open..."
[Jason then kicks off his black and red Chuck Taylors and follows that up with slipping off his dark blue jeans. He now stands in front of Rockport in only his green boxer briefs. He walks up and leans close to the doctor's face. They stare at each other, eye to eye. Rockport keeps a hold of his professionalism while Jason grins.]
"...why don't we just get all the fuck out there? Full disclosure like."
[Without hesitation, Jason whips off the clothes he has left and stands there proudly in the nude. The cameraman jumps back a little and Rockport recoils into his chair. this brings another cackle out of Jason, his mood now the complete opposite of what it was when he walked in earlier.]
Jason Kaine: "Well, now that that's out of the way, how about I tell you about something that's really been grinding my fuckin' gears, eh?"
Dr. Rockport: "Mr. Kaine could you please..."
Jason Kaine: "Ah ah ahhh, doc! I'm the patient here and seeing as this is therapy time, I get to do the talking!"
[Jason is standing awkwardly close to the still seated Dr. Rockport, his...well...now blurry area a little too close to his face.]
Jason Kaine: "Now where was I? Oh right! It seems that in her endless wisdom, Valentina Lemay put me in a damn match with a legitimate fuckin' looney! I mean seeing as I'm standing naked in a psychiatrist's office right now I know I'm not in much of a position to talk but I assure you...[Jason says this rather sarcastically]...Doooctooor Rockpoort, Quintin Blood is the proper bastard to be in here! The man's a monster! Have you seen him? He's a regular fucking Jason Vorhees that one!"
Dr. Rockport: "Jason could you please..."
[Jason snaps just a little. He raises a finger at Rocport and shouts.]
Jason Kaine: "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
[Rockport decides discretion is the better part of valor. Jason shakes his head in mock disappointment and begins gathering his clothes up in his hand.]
Jason Kaine: "I mean honestly, Julie, if you're not going to take this seriously then I think we're quite done for today, thank you very much! I was going to share my thoughts with you about my match coming up, seeing as there's a camera here and all but I'm afraid I'll just have to keep my thoughts about my new, schizophrenic friend all to myself for now! To think, I was going to actually open up about how the guy is so damn big he could probably probably just toss me out with the fuckin' rubbish! I'll honestly be surprised if I can even lift the big bastard."
[Jason, now with clothes and shoes in hand, shakes his head again.]
Jason Kaine: "You would have got to hear all about this but no sir! You won't hear another fucking peep out of me about how Quintin Blood is one of the scariest bastards I've seen and years seeing as you like to just constantly interrupting me! I mean honestly, sir, have a little professionalism!"
[Jason gives a fake "hmph" noise and struts, still naked, to the door and flings it open.]
Jason Kaine: "And stop looking at my fucking prick!"
[Jason slams the door behind him and the camera pans to the still stunned Dr. Rockport. He looks into the camera and speaks in what could be awe.]
Dr. Rockport: "The balls on that guy!"
[UNDISCLOSED DATE]
[UNDISCLOSED LOCATION]
[IT IS DARK]
[THERE ARE MIRRORS]
[WHAT THE HELL]
[IS HE BRITISH NOW?!]
[I'M CONFUSED]
[OH YEAH...ON CAMERA]
[...THIS IS WHY I DRINK...]
[The camera fades in on a dark room with a circle of full-body mirrors in the center and a bright spotlight shining down. In the center of the ring a lone man stands dressed all in black. He has on black pants with its ends tucked sloppily into lace-less, black boots, a leather biker vest and a sleeveless hoody. He has his hood up and a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. The camera plans closer as he takes a long drink from his bottle and stares into the mirror in front of him. Jason scowls under his hood at himself, half of his face lost in shadow and he rocks back and forth a little due to his current state. His eyes are bloodshot, almost as if he had been crying, but his voice rings out strong and somber although a bit slurred, his now uncovered accent shining forth.]
Jason Kaine: "Do you know what you see when you look into the mirror? I do. I see one of three things."
[Jason turns to one of the mirrors to his left. In it there is the image of what he was before; proud, confident and sober with a full head of hair. The real Jason looks into the mirror, which is actually a green screen, and scowls.]
Jason Kaine: "I see the man I was."
[He turns to another mirror and it shows the first version of him with the Ultimate Championship and a happy Roxxanne still beside him. Real Jason now gets angry, his voice now a low growl.]
Jason Kaine: "I see the man I could have been."
[Taking another drink from his bottle, Jason looks into the first mirror again, this one an actual mirror showing just him. He frowns.]
Jason Kaine: "And I see the bitter, frustrated mother fucker I've become."
[Jason turns around and faces the camera, takes another drink and continues.]
Jason Kaine: "But the question is; what do you see Quintin? Do you see a man or do you see a monster? My guess is strongly on neither. In fact, I see a child, a dangerous child with the strength of a giant and the temper of a fucking wasp, but a child none the less."
[Jason takes another sip from his bottle of whiskey.]
Jason Kaine: "Now don't get me wrong Quintin, or whichever voice I'm currently speaking to, I'm not trying to pass you off as a non-threat. In fact, you are probably the single most dangerous person on the Victory roster. You're huge, violent and a certified psychopath but do you know what you're not? You're not exactly a premier athlete there are ya? You see, that's where I have you beat. I may not be able to out power you but I know for a guaranteed fact that I was fucking born for this shit. You're just a brute with no brains, no wind and no focus."
[Jason laughs his dark cackle and takes another big drink, almost emptying his bottle. He stumbles backwards and knocks over a mirror, sending it crashing to the floor. He looks down, shrugs and laughs again before looking back into the camera.]
Jason Kaine: "I mean sure you could probably crush me and all but there ain't no fucking way you'll catch me and, well, let's be honest here and say one of the voices in that vacant skull of yours will probably pop up and bang! You'll be off chasing butterflies. Tell me something there, Quincy, is the scene in your head a lot like that part from the little trailer they did way back when for the Pyro in Team Fortress? You know, rainbows, happiness, sunshine and all that fun, cunty shit loonies like you secretly dream about. Come on, you can tell me! I'm your new fucking mate after all and everything!"
[Jason stops, squints in thought and starts again.]
Jason Kaine: "Wait...no I'm not. I'm your fucking enemy. Meh, tomato potato or whatever that stupid, bloody phrase is. Anyway, see you at Victory! Hope you do your cardio."
[Jason starts to walk away but stops.]
Jason Kaine: "Oh, by the way, you're new nickname is Deadfool on account of the two distinct voices in your head and all that. Have a good one!"
[Jason finishes off his bottle and nonchalantly chucks it over his shoulder. It sails into one of the fake mirrors, shatters and knocks the mirror over. Jason looks at it, turns back to the camera and gives a "whoops" look. He laughs his signature laugh and casually strolls off whistling "900 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" as the camera fades to black.]
