Post by Jason Blair on Oct 24, 2010 0:13:12 GMT -6
“I know what you’re thinking.”
It’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Sixty degrees, not a cloud in the sky.
“Is he really going to be that cliché?[/color][/b]”
Green surrounds Jason on all sides. The green of well maintained grass, mixed with the gray of tombstones.
“Yes, and no. Yes, this is a cemetery. No, I’m not here to pay my respects to some long lost family member, or to my first trainer. No, as a matter of fact, I’m not here to pay my respects to anyone. As Freakke has documented so well, I don’t have much in the respect department.”
A tight “Affliction” t-shirt hugs his sculpted body, barely rustling in the gentle breeze. He’s calm today. No, not calm. He’s ready.
“I’m here to make a point. You said it, clown. The National Title, it is important. It’s more important to me than you’ll ever know. For you, it’s something shiny. Or maybe, at the most – it’s one of your goals, accomplished.”
“To me, it’s more than that. To me, the National Title represents my immortality.”
“My name will go into the title records. Jason Blair defeats Freakke to pick up the National title on October 24th, 2010.”
“And there it will be.”
“Forever.”
“ No one will ever be able to take it away. Long after I’m gone from this world, a different generation of wrestlers will see that, and know who Jason Blair is.”
He paces slowly around the graveyard, stopping for a moment while the camera focuses on one of the tombstones.
Here lies Vernon Taylor
Beloved Husband,
Dedicated Father,
1946-1999
“Who was Vernon Taylor? I’d be willing to wager he was no one. Does this thing look like it’s visited much? No flowers, no memories. Generic meaningless saying etched onto something with his name and the day he died. Yeah, I’d be willing to bet that Vernon Taylor was no one in this world.”
“Maybe he loved, maybe he was loved. Soon all of those that he touched will be gone. It is the sad truth of this world. We’re only around for so long, and our children, and their children. Soon it will all fade away. Soon we’re all just dust in the wind.”
The camera comes back to Jason’s chiseled face. He begins to walk again, his hands behind his back. A leisurely stroll.
“But the minute I strap that title around my waist; the minute that I beat you, and I become the National Champion of New Championship Wrestling: That is the day that I will live in forever. Tomorrow will be the first day of many in the important history of Jason Blair. Tomorrow could very well be the most important. It’s certainly the biggest match of my career so far.”
“Here’s the truth: you’re right; we all do have flaws. We all can be beaten. What makes someone good, what makes them a champion, is minimizing these flaws, and exposing the flaws of others. And while we’re talking about the truth, the truth is: I know your flaws and weaknesses very well. I may know them better than anyone else in this company. Hell, I may know them better than you.”
“I’d be a fool to not acknowledge your improvements. You have made some. You took Charlie Velez’s belt. You didn’t pin the man, but you saw an opportunity, and grabbed it – and that is certainly something. If you weren’t a worthy opponent, if you didn’t deserve my time and efforts, than there really wouldn’t be this much, now would there? I wouldn’t have spent the last month of my life obsessing over your in-ring style. I wouldn’t have made a trip to ringside to attack you, and take you out of the Road to the Gold tournament.”
He stopped walking, and faced the camera. He stood still, and so serious that he could easily be mistaken for someone with actual business in this cemetery.
“For all of your improvements, all of your achievements; you’re still not as good as I am. You say I’m acting like a spoiled brat; I say I’m coming for what is rightfully mine. You’re damn right I’m entitled. Frankly, your belt is mine for the taking.”
“You ascended while I faltered?”
“No. I gave you a few hours in my spotlight. I gave you a taste of something that you could never deserve. Now it’s time for me to take my rightful place.”
“Above you.”
“Not because I’m a bully. Not because I’m the tough guy on campus. It has nothing to do with being mean, or being nice. It has everything to do with this:”
“I… am better… than you.”
“I am a better wrestler than you, because that is what I want to be. If I wanted to be a clown, I’d be a better clown than you. If I wanted to entertain fans, and make them love me, I’d be the most popular f***ing guy on this roster.”
“I don’t want any of that. I want to be National Champion. And rest assured; I will be a better National Champion than you could ever dream of being.”
His focus breaks momentarily due to a beep from his watch. He checks it briefly before looking back into the camera.
“For now; it looks like I’ve got a plane to catch. Freakke: Tell the niece that play time is over. Tomorrow at Road to the Gold, you step into the ring with a bonafide monster. I am coming for you, and I’m coming for your title.”
“I’m coming for my immortality.”
Jason turns his head and spits angrily. He turns to walk away, and the camera focuses on Vernon Taylor’s tombstone; this time dripping with Jason Blair’s saliva.
fade
It’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Sixty degrees, not a cloud in the sky.
“Is he really going to be that cliché?[/color][/b]”
Green surrounds Jason on all sides. The green of well maintained grass, mixed with the gray of tombstones.
“Yes, and no. Yes, this is a cemetery. No, I’m not here to pay my respects to some long lost family member, or to my first trainer. No, as a matter of fact, I’m not here to pay my respects to anyone. As Freakke has documented so well, I don’t have much in the respect department.”
A tight “Affliction” t-shirt hugs his sculpted body, barely rustling in the gentle breeze. He’s calm today. No, not calm. He’s ready.
“I’m here to make a point. You said it, clown. The National Title, it is important. It’s more important to me than you’ll ever know. For you, it’s something shiny. Or maybe, at the most – it’s one of your goals, accomplished.”
“To me, it’s more than that. To me, the National Title represents my immortality.”
“My name will go into the title records. Jason Blair defeats Freakke to pick up the National title on October 24th, 2010.”
“And there it will be.”
“Forever.”
“ No one will ever be able to take it away. Long after I’m gone from this world, a different generation of wrestlers will see that, and know who Jason Blair is.”
He paces slowly around the graveyard, stopping for a moment while the camera focuses on one of the tombstones.
Here lies Vernon Taylor
Beloved Husband,
Dedicated Father,
1946-1999
“Who was Vernon Taylor? I’d be willing to wager he was no one. Does this thing look like it’s visited much? No flowers, no memories. Generic meaningless saying etched onto something with his name and the day he died. Yeah, I’d be willing to bet that Vernon Taylor was no one in this world.”
“Maybe he loved, maybe he was loved. Soon all of those that he touched will be gone. It is the sad truth of this world. We’re only around for so long, and our children, and their children. Soon it will all fade away. Soon we’re all just dust in the wind.”
The camera comes back to Jason’s chiseled face. He begins to walk again, his hands behind his back. A leisurely stroll.
“But the minute I strap that title around my waist; the minute that I beat you, and I become the National Champion of New Championship Wrestling: That is the day that I will live in forever. Tomorrow will be the first day of many in the important history of Jason Blair. Tomorrow could very well be the most important. It’s certainly the biggest match of my career so far.”
“Here’s the truth: you’re right; we all do have flaws. We all can be beaten. What makes someone good, what makes them a champion, is minimizing these flaws, and exposing the flaws of others. And while we’re talking about the truth, the truth is: I know your flaws and weaknesses very well. I may know them better than anyone else in this company. Hell, I may know them better than you.”
“I’d be a fool to not acknowledge your improvements. You have made some. You took Charlie Velez’s belt. You didn’t pin the man, but you saw an opportunity, and grabbed it – and that is certainly something. If you weren’t a worthy opponent, if you didn’t deserve my time and efforts, than there really wouldn’t be this much, now would there? I wouldn’t have spent the last month of my life obsessing over your in-ring style. I wouldn’t have made a trip to ringside to attack you, and take you out of the Road to the Gold tournament.”
He stopped walking, and faced the camera. He stood still, and so serious that he could easily be mistaken for someone with actual business in this cemetery.
“For all of your improvements, all of your achievements; you’re still not as good as I am. You say I’m acting like a spoiled brat; I say I’m coming for what is rightfully mine. You’re damn right I’m entitled. Frankly, your belt is mine for the taking.”
“You ascended while I faltered?”
“No. I gave you a few hours in my spotlight. I gave you a taste of something that you could never deserve. Now it’s time for me to take my rightful place.”
“Above you.”
“Not because I’m a bully. Not because I’m the tough guy on campus. It has nothing to do with being mean, or being nice. It has everything to do with this:”
“I… am better… than you.”
“I am a better wrestler than you, because that is what I want to be. If I wanted to be a clown, I’d be a better clown than you. If I wanted to entertain fans, and make them love me, I’d be the most popular f***ing guy on this roster.”
“I don’t want any of that. I want to be National Champion. And rest assured; I will be a better National Champion than you could ever dream of being.”
His focus breaks momentarily due to a beep from his watch. He checks it briefly before looking back into the camera.
“For now; it looks like I’ve got a plane to catch. Freakke: Tell the niece that play time is over. Tomorrow at Road to the Gold, you step into the ring with a bonafide monster. I am coming for you, and I’m coming for your title.”
“I’m coming for my immortality.”
Jason turns his head and spits angrily. He turns to walk away, and the camera focuses on Vernon Taylor’s tombstone; this time dripping with Jason Blair’s saliva.
fade