Post by Jace on Oct 9, 2013 12:27:06 GMT -4
The scene opens as Jace is stepping into a elevator. The doors close behind him as he rides alone, left only with his thoughts. He stands quietly using the waist level bars to prop himself against. Jace stares at the floor, expressionless. The elevator finally begins to climb upward with jerking movements. The lights flicker for a moment as the lift begins to shake a little once more. Jace showing a little concern at this moment, begins to shift nervously. Finally the elevator comes to a jarring stop as Jace believes the doors are about to open he steps forward bumping into the stationary doors, and bounces backward a little bit. Jace waits a moment or two for the doors to open and it doesn't happen.
Jace:" You have to be kidding me!"
Jace pounds on the door as if it where to help to open it."Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don't believe this stupid shit."
Jaced kicks the door out of frustration. He takes a step back and sits down coming to eye level with a emergency phone. With Jace getting frustrated he just now notices. He picks up the line....nothing, no dial town, no voice on the other end saying everything is going to be alright. Jace is truly alone trapped inside the metal box. Almost seems fitting with Jace, left alone inside of his head with no one to turn to. His friend Brian Hollywood can't save him this time. This time Jace is going to have to figure a way out of this mess on his own.
" Out of all the luck in the universe I have the dumbest. It's either hit or miss with me. Either things go really well or the turn to shit quick. Nothing with me is consistent is it? I win some and I lose some. Is that the way of the Universe? Is that how it has to be? Is their really a such thing as karma? If there is, haven't I had my share of bad, while mildly entertaining the good?"
Jace visibly more frustrated, but it doesn't seem to be the elevator getting stuck that is frustrating to him.
"I can't believe I lost to Smith, a match that could have sent me over the top. To win against Zachariah Blood, one of the more brutal of opponents I have faced. Week in, and week out. There is never a guarantee with me is there? The maker only knows I try. I try to be a good and honest person, but when I let things of UT-most importance slip through my fingers. I want to just give in, not give up, but just give in. Give in and take what I want by any means possible. But, I cant do that. To be like my father is something I have never wanted. To hurt and step on people. To ruin lives and not care of the things they will have to suffer because of my actions."
" These are things I've never wanted to do or become the type man who does these kind of things. I have tried my best to be person that others can look up to. I wanted to be the person, who people can look at and realize that with everything I have been through, that there is a light for them at the end of their long, and dark tunnel. I think I set my aspirations to high. I can't be what I think people want me to be and what they want to see out of me. No, I have to be myself. Where ever that may take me I have to be myself. No more running from who I am."
Jace upset and visibly shaking seems to be having a mental break down, he paces back and forth. Quietly mumbling to himself before speaking allowed like there was someone there for him to have listen to the things he is saying.
"And who am I exactly? Everyone seems to know me as a underdog. They know me as a kid. They know me as one of the good guys. They know me as someone who is fair and honest. But, how can they know me when I don't even truly know who I am. At first I was told who I was and how to act by my old man. Standing up for myself was the right thing to do, but what I really wanted to do was rip his fucking head off. The Black Hand thought I was a weak person, that's because that's all I've shown. Weakness in believing that if I tried hard enough, if I played by the rules that I would get the good karma coming to me. It hasn't happened and I am starting to have my doubts it ever will. The only time anyone ever truly got what they wanted was by taking it. I wanted to earn it."
Jace becoming more irritated grabs his hair and screams at the top of his lungs. Jace goes back to muttering out loud his realizations about himself.
" Let's not forget about Brian now. He seems to be the only true friend I have. If it were not for him, I would've packed up after Test For The Best. I had so much doubt in my future because I feel like I fall short of things. Brian has picked me up and helped bring me to the point of tag team glory. The only way I can repay him is be assuring we win these titles at all costs. I will show Brian I have his back no matter what. No matter what it takes we will have APW gold. It's the least I can do for his help in making me a better competitor."
Jace begins to punch and kick at the doors now, feeling the pressure of being closed in with nowhere to go if someone doesn't help him. He begins to let lose and flips out. Scream, yelling, punching, kicking and even headbutting all sides of his prison. Unsure of how to escape he collapse as the lights once again begin to flicker on and off before finally remaining off leaving Jace in total darkness helpless, confused and unsure of what to do next.
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" Let's get one thing straight. I don't give a fuck about you two, however I'm not stupid enough to look past you. Amy Scared much? You might not admit it, and that's understandable. But, your constant rambling on, and saying the same things over and over again says different."
"You go on and on about your match at One Night In Hell, but your seemingly brushing NewGen Rising aside. We are your next defeat, we are right here in front of your face. Yet, here you are not taking us seriously. You show us no respect, that will have to change sweetheart. I am going to beat it into the likes of you two. I'm done playing games with people. I'm down being the respectful one. If you want my respect, your going to have to earn it."
"Amy you becoming North American Champion means jack shit to me. You didn't beat the man who made that title, no you beat Robina Hood. The bitch who happened to sneak a victory of The Guv'Nor. How do I know it was a fluke? Is Robina Still Champion? No, she isn't. She lost it to you. Do you know why? It isn't because your good or anything, at best you maybe able to beat Robina. But, it isn't enough is it? I think you know it isn't. Deep down in the deepest part of your heart, you know your best isn't enough. That's why your saying it's possible for you to lose the title. That's why you say things like you hope, you come out on top. I said things like this, and it got me nowhere."
"I'm done saying things like I hope, and I may lose. No, now I'm saying I WILL WIN AT ALL COSTS. Come the last Over Drive before my tag team match at One Night In Hell, NewGen Rising shows you why we are in the Tag Team Title match, and you are not. Being stuck in a elevator, with only your thoughts to self reflect, gives one a great deal of prospective into their life. I sat in that elevator for twenty-fours before someone heard me. Let me tell you, it has a lasting effect. Unsure of how long it will take to be rescued, if at all. Makes you think about what your doing in your life. I came to realize that for as much as I talk, I always fall short in some aspect. Well no more."
"Let's not forget your tag team partner who has been sensational since she's been here. Shione, I'm talking about you. I'm smart enough to know you mean business, but so does NewGen Rising. We have to prove we can beat all comers to the tag titles, even though we are not champions yet your still competition to our soon to be titles. I have no doubt you will bring your A game but it is going to be enough sweet cheeks."
"Shione we have a lot in common, we seek to make our name independent from our fathers. If I understand it correctly Your family has ties to the Yakuza. My father is in all purposes a loan shark, with ties to the Irish Mafia. We both are running from the path of Blood each of our families names have brought. trust me I get it. I understand the things you must have went through, having a father like mine. One who commanded absolute respect in all aspects of his life. Do you remember the first time he slapped you. You told yourself it was a accident, didn't you? Then the next time it happened it was worst then before. Do you remember how he bruised and bloodied your face? How about the time he broke your ribs? No?"
"Count yourself lucky. You must have had a father who for all of his misgivings loved you. Your dad protected you from his world. How do I know this? Your still alive and their isn't one person out their who know your dad would fuck with you, until now. I don't give a shit who you, or your father are. It's time I earned my respect from the people in my family, here in APW, and the other families. You know which families Shione, you have grown up around them all your life. Here is the difference sweet cheeks. I have had enough of fighting who I am and the position I was born into. It's time I embraced it. Running from this shit most of my life, it has given me anxiety. I thought I could be something different. I thought I could change my stars, but that isn't the case. It's time to really take control of the family business."
"Let's do a comparison shall we?...Shione...you stand at five foot six inches. You weigh one hundred and sixty pounds. Your partner stands at five feet four inches and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. I stand in at six feet two inches. I weigh in at two hundred and twenty pounds. My partner Brian Hollywood stands at six feet, one inch. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. We are far bigger then you, but wait that's your specialty right Shione? Your known for out powering bigger opponents then you. But, I don't think your use to bigger opponents who can move just as quick if not quicker then you. My stamina and drive to win also exceeds yours."
"Same goes for you Amy, I'm well aware of your never give up, never say die approach to things. That is great I hope you bring it with you to the ring. Being woman or not I'm going show you why it's a bad idea to step in the ring with the true rising stars. I'm going to take your pretty little face and I'm going to ram it into the steel post as hard as I can. I'm going to beat your face in until there is nothing left to identify you. I'm going to make you scream in more ways then you have ever tried laying on your back for those garbage wrestling feds. Every bone in your body, every muscle you have will be screaming for you to quit. But, you won't will you? No, you will keep coming for more until you just can't stand anymore. This will prove to be your undoing. Just as it will be your undoing come One Night In Hell. You won't be able to last with the names in that ring. Your a champion for now and soon to be a former champion. I am a number one contender soon to be champion."
"When the time comes, and it's all said and done NewGen Rising takes a step closer to our goal. You see it doesn't matter anymore who you are if, you step into that ring to face off against me, there will be no respect at all. I will bring that same conviction to anyone who stands before me, and chooses to ignore me. Shione, Amy, prepare yourselves we are not a walk in the park. Come Over Dive it's the two of you taking on NewGen Rising I hope you brought you wonder woman underwear."
Jace:" You have to be kidding me!"
Jace pounds on the door as if it where to help to open it."Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don't believe this stupid shit."
Jaced kicks the door out of frustration. He takes a step back and sits down coming to eye level with a emergency phone. With Jace getting frustrated he just now notices. He picks up the line....nothing, no dial town, no voice on the other end saying everything is going to be alright. Jace is truly alone trapped inside the metal box. Almost seems fitting with Jace, left alone inside of his head with no one to turn to. His friend Brian Hollywood can't save him this time. This time Jace is going to have to figure a way out of this mess on his own.
" Out of all the luck in the universe I have the dumbest. It's either hit or miss with me. Either things go really well or the turn to shit quick. Nothing with me is consistent is it? I win some and I lose some. Is that the way of the Universe? Is that how it has to be? Is their really a such thing as karma? If there is, haven't I had my share of bad, while mildly entertaining the good?"
Jace visibly more frustrated, but it doesn't seem to be the elevator getting stuck that is frustrating to him.
"I can't believe I lost to Smith, a match that could have sent me over the top. To win against Zachariah Blood, one of the more brutal of opponents I have faced. Week in, and week out. There is never a guarantee with me is there? The maker only knows I try. I try to be a good and honest person, but when I let things of UT-most importance slip through my fingers. I want to just give in, not give up, but just give in. Give in and take what I want by any means possible. But, I cant do that. To be like my father is something I have never wanted. To hurt and step on people. To ruin lives and not care of the things they will have to suffer because of my actions."
" These are things I've never wanted to do or become the type man who does these kind of things. I have tried my best to be person that others can look up to. I wanted to be the person, who people can look at and realize that with everything I have been through, that there is a light for them at the end of their long, and dark tunnel. I think I set my aspirations to high. I can't be what I think people want me to be and what they want to see out of me. No, I have to be myself. Where ever that may take me I have to be myself. No more running from who I am."
Jace upset and visibly shaking seems to be having a mental break down, he paces back and forth. Quietly mumbling to himself before speaking allowed like there was someone there for him to have listen to the things he is saying.
"And who am I exactly? Everyone seems to know me as a underdog. They know me as a kid. They know me as one of the good guys. They know me as someone who is fair and honest. But, how can they know me when I don't even truly know who I am. At first I was told who I was and how to act by my old man. Standing up for myself was the right thing to do, but what I really wanted to do was rip his fucking head off. The Black Hand thought I was a weak person, that's because that's all I've shown. Weakness in believing that if I tried hard enough, if I played by the rules that I would get the good karma coming to me. It hasn't happened and I am starting to have my doubts it ever will. The only time anyone ever truly got what they wanted was by taking it. I wanted to earn it."
Jace becoming more irritated grabs his hair and screams at the top of his lungs. Jace goes back to muttering out loud his realizations about himself.
" Let's not forget about Brian now. He seems to be the only true friend I have. If it were not for him, I would've packed up after Test For The Best. I had so much doubt in my future because I feel like I fall short of things. Brian has picked me up and helped bring me to the point of tag team glory. The only way I can repay him is be assuring we win these titles at all costs. I will show Brian I have his back no matter what. No matter what it takes we will have APW gold. It's the least I can do for his help in making me a better competitor."
Jace begins to punch and kick at the doors now, feeling the pressure of being closed in with nowhere to go if someone doesn't help him. He begins to let lose and flips out. Scream, yelling, punching, kicking and even headbutting all sides of his prison. Unsure of how to escape he collapse as the lights once again begin to flicker on and off before finally remaining off leaving Jace in total darkness helpless, confused and unsure of what to do next.
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" Let's get one thing straight. I don't give a fuck about you two, however I'm not stupid enough to look past you. Amy Scared much? You might not admit it, and that's understandable. But, your constant rambling on, and saying the same things over and over again says different."
"You go on and on about your match at One Night In Hell, but your seemingly brushing NewGen Rising aside. We are your next defeat, we are right here in front of your face. Yet, here you are not taking us seriously. You show us no respect, that will have to change sweetheart. I am going to beat it into the likes of you two. I'm done playing games with people. I'm down being the respectful one. If you want my respect, your going to have to earn it."
"Amy you becoming North American Champion means jack shit to me. You didn't beat the man who made that title, no you beat Robina Hood. The bitch who happened to sneak a victory of The Guv'Nor. How do I know it was a fluke? Is Robina Still Champion? No, she isn't. She lost it to you. Do you know why? It isn't because your good or anything, at best you maybe able to beat Robina. But, it isn't enough is it? I think you know it isn't. Deep down in the deepest part of your heart, you know your best isn't enough. That's why your saying it's possible for you to lose the title. That's why you say things like you hope, you come out on top. I said things like this, and it got me nowhere."
"I'm done saying things like I hope, and I may lose. No, now I'm saying I WILL WIN AT ALL COSTS. Come the last Over Drive before my tag team match at One Night In Hell, NewGen Rising shows you why we are in the Tag Team Title match, and you are not. Being stuck in a elevator, with only your thoughts to self reflect, gives one a great deal of prospective into their life. I sat in that elevator for twenty-fours before someone heard me. Let me tell you, it has a lasting effect. Unsure of how long it will take to be rescued, if at all. Makes you think about what your doing in your life. I came to realize that for as much as I talk, I always fall short in some aspect. Well no more."
"Let's not forget your tag team partner who has been sensational since she's been here. Shione, I'm talking about you. I'm smart enough to know you mean business, but so does NewGen Rising. We have to prove we can beat all comers to the tag titles, even though we are not champions yet your still competition to our soon to be titles. I have no doubt you will bring your A game but it is going to be enough sweet cheeks."
"Shione we have a lot in common, we seek to make our name independent from our fathers. If I understand it correctly Your family has ties to the Yakuza. My father is in all purposes a loan shark, with ties to the Irish Mafia. We both are running from the path of Blood each of our families names have brought. trust me I get it. I understand the things you must have went through, having a father like mine. One who commanded absolute respect in all aspects of his life. Do you remember the first time he slapped you. You told yourself it was a accident, didn't you? Then the next time it happened it was worst then before. Do you remember how he bruised and bloodied your face? How about the time he broke your ribs? No?"
"Count yourself lucky. You must have had a father who for all of his misgivings loved you. Your dad protected you from his world. How do I know this? Your still alive and their isn't one person out their who know your dad would fuck with you, until now. I don't give a shit who you, or your father are. It's time I earned my respect from the people in my family, here in APW, and the other families. You know which families Shione, you have grown up around them all your life. Here is the difference sweet cheeks. I have had enough of fighting who I am and the position I was born into. It's time I embraced it. Running from this shit most of my life, it has given me anxiety. I thought I could be something different. I thought I could change my stars, but that isn't the case. It's time to really take control of the family business."
"Let's do a comparison shall we?...Shione...you stand at five foot six inches. You weigh one hundred and sixty pounds. Your partner stands at five feet four inches and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. I stand in at six feet two inches. I weigh in at two hundred and twenty pounds. My partner Brian Hollywood stands at six feet, one inch. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. We are far bigger then you, but wait that's your specialty right Shione? Your known for out powering bigger opponents then you. But, I don't think your use to bigger opponents who can move just as quick if not quicker then you. My stamina and drive to win also exceeds yours."
"Same goes for you Amy, I'm well aware of your never give up, never say die approach to things. That is great I hope you bring it with you to the ring. Being woman or not I'm going show you why it's a bad idea to step in the ring with the true rising stars. I'm going to take your pretty little face and I'm going to ram it into the steel post as hard as I can. I'm going to beat your face in until there is nothing left to identify you. I'm going to make you scream in more ways then you have ever tried laying on your back for those garbage wrestling feds. Every bone in your body, every muscle you have will be screaming for you to quit. But, you won't will you? No, you will keep coming for more until you just can't stand anymore. This will prove to be your undoing. Just as it will be your undoing come One Night In Hell. You won't be able to last with the names in that ring. Your a champion for now and soon to be a former champion. I am a number one contender soon to be champion."
"When the time comes, and it's all said and done NewGen Rising takes a step closer to our goal. You see it doesn't matter anymore who you are if, you step into that ring to face off against me, there will be no respect at all. I will bring that same conviction to anyone who stands before me, and chooses to ignore me. Shione, Amy, prepare yourselves we are not a walk in the park. Come Over Dive it's the two of you taking on NewGen Rising I hope you brought you wonder woman underwear."
The camera pans back to reveal Jace is sitting in his new office. He reaches into one of the drawers and pulls out a prescription bottle. The label on it reads Xanax. He pops the cap off of the bottle, takes a pill out and places it in his mouth. He then grabs a small bottle of whiskey and proceeds to wash down his new medication as the camera fades to black.
