Post by jasonryan on Apr 8, 2022 21:22:30 GMT -5
Jason is sitting in the parking lot, wearing a gray sweater and blue jeans, with the hood up. He is sitting on a blue car’s hood in a parking garage. Next to his feet is a duffle bag. There is a burn barrel next to a car. Jason looks at the city, listening to the sounds of city life, while fingering something around his neck. A interviewer walks up to him.
Jason? Could I have a few moments of your time?
Jason looks at her and slowly nods, saying nothing. The interviewer clears her throat.
The people want to know. Are you the reason Amber Payne was injured, chasing her to forfeit?
Jason doesn’t answer, gives no indication he heard her. Gives no indication she’s even there. After a few moments she tries again with another question.
What are your thoughts about the upcoming match?
Again Jason sits in silence. He reaches inside his sweater locker and pulls out a sock of cigarettes, lights one and takes a drag. Once more the interviewer tries.
You’ve recently failed to regain the International championship. What are your plans now?
Jason keeps with his silence, successfully irritating the interviewer. She starts to leave when Jason finally begins to speak.
Have you ever fallen so hard you’re not sure where you are anymore?
The interviewer stops and turns around. But before she can answer Jason speaks again.
Do you know the agony of lying awake in bed not sure of who you are? What you’ve been doing? Where you are going? Who put you there? When did it all go wrong? Why you’ve allowed it to get this bad?
Uhhhhh, I can’t say that I have-
Jason looks sharply at her, causing her to fall silent.
I allowed my fame and success to poison my well. I let my creations rule my head. For a year I have been wandering in a purgatory-like state. However, that is all over.
Jason lights a fire in the barrel and looks at the flame as if hypnotized.
I used to think The Scourge made me strong. I used to think The Bane made me strong. I used to think the High Ones made me strong. But I was so blinded by my own venom, that I couldn’t see they made me weak. The burden of being a puppet made me weak. But for the first time in my life, I’m free.
Jason says the word free as if it were completely foreign to him. He looks at the interviewer.
One day, I shall depart from Midguard but today is not that day. I am alive! For the first time in my life I can feel my heart beating, I can feel the blood racing through my veins and I am smelling fresh air for the first time! Because I have broken free from the shackles that imprisoned me!
Jason flicks the cigarette away and goes back to fingering something around his neck.
As for my opponent at Sin, it doesn’t matter who it is. It doesn’t matter what they’ve done. It doesn’t matter what I’ve done. All that matters is whoever faces across from me had better enter that ring with the intent of going into battle. Because if they don’t, I am going to make them regret the day they ever entered a training school. That ring shall become my canvas and I shall use my opponent to paint a masterpiece of violence! For your war is my peace.
Jason jumps off the hood of the car
Ever since the last Sin, I’ve had this itch. This little tick. I’ve been feeling like I’ve got ants running down my body ever since I didn’t get my match last time. I’ve been restless. Wanting only to hear that lovely song of flesh slapping flesh and lyrics sang in the form of gasps of pain. I know my opponent is talented. My opponent is gifted. I am taking nothing from my opponent. But my opponent lacks one thing. My opponent doesn’t know the side of me I’ve had to unlock. Nobody knows the year of hell I have endured. All you saw was mediocrity. You only saw the sub par results, you don’t know the nights I lay awake from sun down to sun up. You don’t know the countless questions I’ve had to ask myself. And you don’t know what it’s like having to rebuild yourself! This is more than a match for me. I am on a rescue mission and I will not stop until I revive my soul!
Jason opens the duffle bag and dumps its contents on the hood. The contents being the attire of The Scourge and The Bane.
These right here. These are relics. Relics of a time I allowed myself to be controlled. But today is a new day. And with every new day is a chance to take the past.
Jason pours gasoline over the attire and looks at the camera.
And leave nothing but ashes in its memory.
Jason picks up the stir of The Scourge and The Bane and throws them into the barrel. As the fire raged Jason reached for something under his collar.
As far as the match goes. Break my arm. Break my leg. Dislocate my shoulder. Do whatever you’ve got to do. Because I am either leaving that ring in victory.
Jason opens his hand to reveal a Mjollnir in his hand.
Or I shall go to Valhalla trying. But know this. If Valhalla is calling me, I'm taking as much of my opponent with me as I can manage!
Without another word, Jason storms away.
