Post by jasonryan on Dec 12, 2021 22:41:40 GMT -5
We see Jason in the office of a therapist with a lit cigar in one hand and reading a magazine about wine. The therapist, Dr. Richards clears his throat.
Mister Ryan?
Yes?
If you don't mind, I would like to start our session.
Oh, of course.
Jason throws the magazine behind him and takes a drag of his cigar
Do you have to smoke in here?
Yes.
After a moment of awkward silence, Dr. Richards continues
So, Mister Ryan, why don't you tell me why you are here today?
Jason glares at him
You know why I'm here. You and I go back, I've been seeing you off and on since I was a kid.
Yes but I need you to say it.
Oh, I'd be happy to. I hate everything, that's the problem. I hate the people I work with, especially Jessie Lee and Jin. I hate the stupid fans who never shut the fuck up, I hate the terrible commentary of the commentary team and their God awful voices, I hate the referees who can barely count to 3, I hate the people in the truck who create video packages like old people fuck, I hate the catering team and their inability to make anything taste edible, I hate the valets who can't drive any of my twenty cars that are worth more than their houses without damaging them, I hate the fact Revolution 1 exists, and most of all I hate the upper management. I have been getting screwed over and over again and they don't do dick about it! I lost MY International championship, not because I was outwrestled for it. But because an outsider got involved, and was that ever addressed? No! And then I was forced to compete in a number one contender's match when I should have gotten an automatic rematch and that same bimbo got involved again. And the incompetent jackass who runs Sin, fucking stupid name for a show by the way, keeps putting me in throwaway matches that have zero reasons for existing. I shouldn't even be in that ladder match at Christmas Chaos! I don't even want to compete on revolution anymore because lately, every time I do, I am constantly fucked with! Oh and really quick, you know the last match I had here? The one that went to no contest even though I was the only one attacked therefore I should have been declared the winner by DQ? If it were Jin or Jessie or Toni or any other wrestler here, they would have won by DQ. But because I don't kiss anyone's ass, because I refuse to even attempt to play nice with anyone here, I am constantly denied what I deserve and am fucking constantly buried on commentary! That's my issue!
...Okay Jason, let's just... calm down. Alright?
Jason springs from his chair
I am calm!!!!!!!
Jason clears everything off the desk of Dr. Richards. After a few seconds, he sits back down in his chair
Jason, we've talked about this. Let's settle down.
... Sure. I apologize. I...
Jason trails off and looks to the side. Dr. Richards doesn't seem surprised, as if he has experienced this before
Did you bring your notebook?
... Yeah.
May I see it?
Wordlessly, Jason hands over a tattered yellow college notebook with grimy pages. Dr. Richards flips it open and looks at a few random pages.
Jason, do you want to explain these?
Jason just holds his head in his hands and moans.
I wake up every morning with my head up in a daze. I feel like I'm going nowhere like a rat trapped in a maze. Every wall I've knocked down is just a wall I replace. I'm in a race against myself and I'm trying to keep a steady pace. I'm not sure if I should say this, fuck I'll say it anyway. Everybody tells me I'm going through a phase. I don't know if it's a phase I just want to feel okay. Is this post-traumatic stress or just unrelenting rage? And my doctor tells me I'm just going through a phase. It's not a fucking phase I just want to feel okay!
Jason suddenly lunges forward and grabs Dr. Richards by the tie pulling him inches within of his face.
I struggle with this bullshit every day! And it's because my demons simultaneously rage! And they obliterate me! Disintegrates me! Annihilates me!
As Dr. Richards squirms, trying to free himself, Jason suddenly gives a demented smirk.
What's wrong Dr. Richards? You're not scared, are you?
He moves his face even closer to Dr. Richards who is noticeably sweating.
... Tell me, have you ever seen a person on the verge of death? I have. When I fought Brandon Hendrix for the first time, I grabbed a steel chair and slammed it into his chest over and over and over and over and over and over again. His weak heart couldn't take it and gave out on him. They were barely able to bring him back. And at Sin, I will do the very same. I am sick and tired of not being taken seriously around here. I am sick and tired of everyone being permitted to make a name at MY expense! I am sick of not being allowed to shine because I don't belong here! I am sick of being fed to the ones they consider stars because I am seen as a lesser talent than everybody else! At Sin I am going to do whatever it takes to make everyone admit they were wrong! I am going to take their golden goose and pluck each and every single feather! I am going to finally make everyone admit they were wrong, that I do belong! And then, I am going to take the heel of my boot and ram it in the throat of Khaos. Again and again and again and again and again., Until Khaos is spewing blood. Again and again and again and again until Khaos has to leave for a very long time. I am going to take the person everyone loves so much from them. I am going to punish Revolution1 for disrespecting me! I am DONE being nice!
Jason then steps back, the deranged look on his face gone. he straightens the suit jacket and tie of Dr. Richards then picks up the contents of his desk and places them back, as if nothing had happened. He then calmly grabs his notebook and heads for the door.
Thank you, Dr. Richards. I'll see you next week.
With a smile and a friendly wave goodbye he exits the office.
( Credit to " Popular Monster" by Falling in Reverse for the clear inspiration I took from the song)
Mister Ryan?
Yes?
If you don't mind, I would like to start our session.
Oh, of course.
Jason throws the magazine behind him and takes a drag of his cigar
Do you have to smoke in here?
Yes.
After a moment of awkward silence, Dr. Richards continues
So, Mister Ryan, why don't you tell me why you are here today?
Jason glares at him
You know why I'm here. You and I go back, I've been seeing you off and on since I was a kid.
Yes but I need you to say it.
Oh, I'd be happy to. I hate everything, that's the problem. I hate the people I work with, especially Jessie Lee and Jin. I hate the stupid fans who never shut the fuck up, I hate the terrible commentary of the commentary team and their God awful voices, I hate the referees who can barely count to 3, I hate the people in the truck who create video packages like old people fuck, I hate the catering team and their inability to make anything taste edible, I hate the valets who can't drive any of my twenty cars that are worth more than their houses without damaging them, I hate the fact Revolution 1 exists, and most of all I hate the upper management. I have been getting screwed over and over again and they don't do dick about it! I lost MY International championship, not because I was outwrestled for it. But because an outsider got involved, and was that ever addressed? No! And then I was forced to compete in a number one contender's match when I should have gotten an automatic rematch and that same bimbo got involved again. And the incompetent jackass who runs Sin, fucking stupid name for a show by the way, keeps putting me in throwaway matches that have zero reasons for existing. I shouldn't even be in that ladder match at Christmas Chaos! I don't even want to compete on revolution anymore because lately, every time I do, I am constantly fucked with! Oh and really quick, you know the last match I had here? The one that went to no contest even though I was the only one attacked therefore I should have been declared the winner by DQ? If it were Jin or Jessie or Toni or any other wrestler here, they would have won by DQ. But because I don't kiss anyone's ass, because I refuse to even attempt to play nice with anyone here, I am constantly denied what I deserve and am fucking constantly buried on commentary! That's my issue!
...Okay Jason, let's just... calm down. Alright?
Jason springs from his chair
I am calm!!!!!!!
Jason clears everything off the desk of Dr. Richards. After a few seconds, he sits back down in his chair
Jason, we've talked about this. Let's settle down.
... Sure. I apologize. I...
Jason trails off and looks to the side. Dr. Richards doesn't seem surprised, as if he has experienced this before
Did you bring your notebook?
... Yeah.
May I see it?
Wordlessly, Jason hands over a tattered yellow college notebook with grimy pages. Dr. Richards flips it open and looks at a few random pages.
Jason, do you want to explain these?
Jason just holds his head in his hands and moans.
I wake up every morning with my head up in a daze. I feel like I'm going nowhere like a rat trapped in a maze. Every wall I've knocked down is just a wall I replace. I'm in a race against myself and I'm trying to keep a steady pace. I'm not sure if I should say this, fuck I'll say it anyway. Everybody tells me I'm going through a phase. I don't know if it's a phase I just want to feel okay. Is this post-traumatic stress or just unrelenting rage? And my doctor tells me I'm just going through a phase. It's not a fucking phase I just want to feel okay!
Jason suddenly lunges forward and grabs Dr. Richards by the tie pulling him inches within of his face.
I struggle with this bullshit every day! And it's because my demons simultaneously rage! And they obliterate me! Disintegrates me! Annihilates me!
As Dr. Richards squirms, trying to free himself, Jason suddenly gives a demented smirk.
What's wrong Dr. Richards? You're not scared, are you?
He moves his face even closer to Dr. Richards who is noticeably sweating.
... Tell me, have you ever seen a person on the verge of death? I have. When I fought Brandon Hendrix for the first time, I grabbed a steel chair and slammed it into his chest over and over and over and over and over and over again. His weak heart couldn't take it and gave out on him. They were barely able to bring him back. And at Sin, I will do the very same. I am sick and tired of not being taken seriously around here. I am sick and tired of everyone being permitted to make a name at MY expense! I am sick of not being allowed to shine because I don't belong here! I am sick of being fed to the ones they consider stars because I am seen as a lesser talent than everybody else! At Sin I am going to do whatever it takes to make everyone admit they were wrong! I am going to take their golden goose and pluck each and every single feather! I am going to finally make everyone admit they were wrong, that I do belong! And then, I am going to take the heel of my boot and ram it in the throat of Khaos. Again and again and again and again and again., Until Khaos is spewing blood. Again and again and again and again until Khaos has to leave for a very long time. I am going to take the person everyone loves so much from them. I am going to punish Revolution1 for disrespecting me! I am DONE being nice!
Jason then steps back, the deranged look on his face gone. he straightens the suit jacket and tie of Dr. Richards then picks up the contents of his desk and places them back, as if nothing had happened. He then calmly grabs his notebook and heads for the door.
Thank you, Dr. Richards. I'll see you next week.
With a smile and a friendly wave goodbye he exits the office.
( Credit to " Popular Monster" by Falling in Reverse for the clear inspiration I took from the song)
