Our scene opens with Jason sitting in a large leather chair staring out a picture window in his study at Fenix Manor. In one hand is a half-drank glass of scotch, and in the other is his ever present cigarette. The smoke trails lazily up towards the ceiling as he sits in silence, lost in his own thoughts.
>>The jet lag took me two days to get over. I hated spending the fuel to fly there then fly back then return to Europe again, but the thought of holing up in some hotel room sucked even more. The booking for the next round came down on my flight back. Three way match between Starr, The Commander, and myself. I had to laugh at it. My return had landed me squarely in IIWs mid-card, but IIW didn't have much of a mid-card to speak of. I suppose that's not entirely true, but when you spent your last run soundly at the top of the mountain, being back at the base camp just seemed wrong. Starr was good talent, and the kid showed a lot of promise, but I wasn't sure how ready he was to go against me. I was looking forward to see how he’d hold up. Then, there was The Commander. Just speaking his name made me want to gag a little. The guy was IIW’s walking punchline, but now he managed to somehow pull out a win, slaps on a cheap suit and I'm supposed to believe he’s a dominant athlete now? I wasn't buying any of it. The guy was a walking dumpster fire that just managed to flare up for a bit before its inevitable return to stinking, completely forgettable embers. I mean, it was a nice change of pace to see a fire lit under his ass, but I just couldnt take him completely serious. It would be an interesting week to say the least…<<
The door opens and Alec Sognier walks in. Jason turns around in his chair, setting his glass down on the desk and snubbing out his smoke. Alec sits himself in one of the large chairs facing Jason's desk.
Alec: Been a long time since I had to come find you in your office.
Jason: Been a long time since I had any business I felt needed to be handled from my office.
Alec: Interesting. What business would that be exactly?
Jason: EVA just spit out the first revision of Ruin’s hunk of garbage. I was busy reviewing the schematics and contrasting it with the original.
Alec: So you are actually doing it, huh? I mean, you actually are going through with helping him on the prototype?
Jason: *shrugs nonchalantly* Gives me something to do. Gives the company a new line of income. I don't love helping a competitor, but I'm getting paid nicely. Keeps the brain active.
Alec: IIW not doing it for you?
Jason: It's not that. Every man needs a hobby. Mine just happens to involve things that can make me rich. IIW can only hold so much of my attention. I have yet to perceive any real threats, so I do my thing in the ring and then I leave it there and find some better way to use my off time.
Alec: That seems a little presumptuous. I mean, I understand that you were at the top of the game last time around, but it's been years, and you aren't at the top anymore.
Jason gives Alec a glare over the rim of his scotch glass as he takes a drink.
Jason: You want to test that theory?
Alec: That's not what I meant. I mean, you should be spending more time on training. Getting yourself back to peak physical condition so you can rise back to the top. Get back to where you belong.
Jason: Alec, you are the one who put me into this tournament. Not me. I had no intentions of mucking about in the mid-card, but it's where I am now, and I intend on making the most of the opportunity. I have been training. I still use the training facilities I built in the basement. I make sure I spend time down there every day. I'm not slacking off here, but at some point we have to be realistic.
Alec: About what?
Jason: About the fact that I'm facing off yet again against people who don't belong in the same ring as me. Look at last week versus Donny Allen.
Alec: I dunno. Seemed like he gave you a run for your money.
Jason: It did? I must have been lazy then. Donny threw everything he had at me and then some. Every big move he could pull off. Still couldn't keep me down. Time and time again, Donny went deep in the well and every single time I kicked out. I was hardly winded at the end of that match. Donny didn't belong in the same ring as me. Here we are, next show down the road, back in the ring with people I shouldn't be dealing with.
Alec: I'm not doubting your ability, Jason. I know full well that you are more than capable of fighting. I just don't think that writing off everyone like this is the best way to go about things. You’re better then this.
Jason: Are you serious? Just the other week you were making jokes with me about Donny Allen. This week, it's the same story on the card, but you clam up.
Alec: Jason, last Mayhem was you and one guy. Yes, that guy wasn't at your level, but it was still one guy. This week, you’ve got two. You need to be ready. I don't doubt your ability to win this tournament and get the belt. I doubt your ability to remain focused. I think you are going to slip up and let your guard down and you damn sure better believe that when you do, someone will be waiting with baited breath to strike you when you aren't looking. You are a notch on the belt that every person in this fed would love to have. You have a very large presence in IIW, Jason. Everyone knows who you were. Now that you are back, everyone would love to be the one that says “I beat Jason Fenix”
Jason: And if I was facing someone who had the remote capability of doing so, then yes, I would be concerned. Have you looked at who my opponents are? Its ridiculous.
Alec: Yeah, The Commander and Starr. I don't see what's ridiculous.
Jason: The Commander shouldn't even be thinking about me. I couldn't think of anyone lower on the IIW totem pole last Mayhem other than Donny Allen. Turns out, there’s The Commander. A man who’s been a walking punchline in IIW since the place first opened its doors. I’ve personally handed that man his ass on more than one occasion. As a matter of fact, I don't know of too many people walking those halls who haven't beat his ass.
Alec: Okay, what about Starr?
Jason: What about him? Kids got some good potential, but he’s not ready. He’s not going to be able to last in the ring with me. Thats nothing meant to discredit him, but he’s still green. He’s small fish in a big pond. I happen to be the great white. I wish circumstances were different for our meeting, but….
Alec: Different how?
Jason: If this was some one off, one on one type match, I could actually go out there with the kid and enjoy the match. Kids got talent and I’d love to put on a match with him. Unfortunately that's not how this is gonna go. This kid is now standing between me and something I want. That puts him in my crosshairs.
The two sit in silence for a moment. Jason pours another finger of scotch into his glass and takes a sip.
Alec: So when you heading back out?
Jason: Soon. The jet lag is brutal coming back and forth. I dont know if I'm going to swing back by here again after Mayhem. Maybe I’ll do some sight-seeing.
Alec: Jason Fenix, the tourist.
Jason: Yeah, maybe. I dunno.
Alec: Might be good for you to get gone for a while. You spent enough time haunting these halls. Go do something to cut loose a bit.
Jason: That's a dangerous concept…
The two chuckle for a moment.
Alec: Couldn't hurt, man. I mean as long as you don't get yourself arrested for something horrible, you could use the vacation.
Jason: Yeah, cause I’ve been working so hard lately.
Alec: The last month or so has been pretty crazy for you, Jason. It's been a big shift in gears. I don't see how taking some time to relax can be a bad thing.
Jason: You’re probably right...EVA, what's the next available departure?
EVA: Accessing….Next departure window available in three hours, twenty-two minutes.
Jason: Let's make it happen.
Alec: Heading out then?
Jason: Looks like I got time for one more round in the pit, then clean myself up and go.
Alec: I’ll hold down the fort.
Jason stands up and shakes Alec’s hand.
Jason: I know you will. Thanks for getting me moving again.
Alec: That's why you pay me.
Jason: You got that right...we’ll see ya, Alec.
Jason calmly strolls out of the office, leaving Alec alone in the now deafening silence.
The next scene opens and we see Jason Fenix in training gear sitting on the edge of a steel walled, dirt floored pit under a huge mechanical device. Jason sighs and snubs out the last of his cigarette, then climbs down the ladder to the dirt floor. Jason presses a few buttons on the panel next to the ladder and the machine above comes to life, a large cylinder lowering itself down to within a foot of the floor.
Jason: Voice Authorization for Jason Fenix.
EVA: Hello Jason. Welcome back. Shall we begin?
Jason: Yeah, set training protocol Seven-Bravo-Delta.
EVA: Confirmed. Number of opponents?
EVA: Please adjust settings.
Jason: Opponent one, Large size, Strength 8, Agility 5, Speed 6.
Jason: Opponent two, Medium size, Strength 6, Agility 8, Speed 8
EVA: Confirmed. Would you like to proceed with these settings?
With a roar of machinery, several pugilist arms and block pads spring to life from the center cylinder.
EVA: Training program ready.
Jason: *taking a deep breath* Begin…
The machine and Jason both spring into action with Jason blocking attacks from the machine and striking at the block pads.
>>As good as I could design things, this wasn't going to match the real thing. It kept me on my toes though, and that was important. Alec had been right. I needed to refocus and rededicate myself to this. I made it to the top by throwing myself headlong into the fight. I fell to the bottom by thinking myself invincible. I liked to think that I didn't flaunt my achievements, but I knew I was hardly a humble man. I deserved every accolade I have claimed. I earned every notch on my belt. The last thing I was willing to let happen is having some hot shot rookie, or IIW’s walking punchline, manage to catch me off my A-game. I was a charging rhino, and no one would stop me…<<
One of the pugilist arms quickly around and catches Jason in the stomach with a solid thud. A moment later, another arm slams into his back and knocks him to the dirt floor.
The great cylinder whines and moves to a more advantageous position, another arm slamming down to the ground aggressively. Jason rolls out of the way at the last moment and gets back to his feet.
Jason: You caught me slipping, EVA.
EVA: Adjusting combat protocol…
Jason: I wasn't saying take it easy on me!
EVA: Confirmed. Moving to level 8
Jason: Whoa! What?!
In a flurry of motion, the cylinder whips around and bears down on Jason. Jason moves quickly to try and keep up with the attacks, the two circle the pit in a flurry of strikes and blocks.
>>Okay. Not a great time. EVA sped up on me and I wasn't ready. Maybe this was it though. Maybe I needed to feel like this. Maybe I needed to focus that anger. I wasn't going to be forgotten. I wasn't going to be the next legend who couldn't keep up. I was better then that, damn it. I was going to bring this full bore on my opponents. Commander can talk his trash. Starr can ride his high from winning a title. I was here to ensure absolute victory for myself. I would not allow anyone to stand in the way of that. <<
The back and forth of man and machine continues on, Jason taking shots from the pugilist arms but shrugs them off for the most part with a slight stagger followed by a counter attack. He grits his teeth in anger and starts fighting harder.
>>One more naysayer. One more person who thinks I don't have what it takes anymore. One more doubter to silence. This was my second coming. This is what I’ve worked my entire life for. I didn't need this for glory. I needed this for my own inner peace. My first run wasn't enough. I wanted to etch my name into the stone pillars of IIW. I was going to make sure I was a name never forgotten…<<
With a primal yell, Jason catches one of the pugilist arms, pinning it to his side and returns a vicious elbow to the joint of the mechanism. It gives way with a loud crack. The machines whirring slows as it comes to a stop.
EVA: Warning. Critical Malfunction detected. Ending Combat routine protocols.
Jason stares for a moment at the ruined arm mechanism, now hanging limply to the floor and leaking hydraulic fluid and oil.
Jason: Well shit...that's a repair bill I didn't want...EVA, leave this here. I’ll fix it when I return.
Jason: I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready. What's the time til departure?
EVA: Departure window arriving in one hour, twelve minutes.
Jason: Sounds good. Thanks, EVA
EVA: You’re welcome, Jason.
Jason punches a few buttons on the panel by the ladder and the lights go down as he crawls out of the pit.
Our next scene we see Jason Fenix walking down a street in Berlin in the early evening, dressed in his usual suit with an overcoat to protect from the blustery winds of the evening. Walking next to him is Violet Frost, the newest addition to IIW’s reporting team, wrapped in a coat of her own. The two are mic’d up and there is a small camera crew in front of them. Violet focuses her attention on coordinating with the camera crew while Jason finishes a smoke and looks around at the buildings and people of the city.
Cameraman: Okay, Ms. Frost. Were ready when you are.
Violet turns to Jason and offers a warm smile.
Violet: Jason, thank you for this opportunity.
Jason: Not a problem, Ms. Frost. Everyone needs to start somewhere and I like the format you are working with on this.
Violet: After talking with Osh, I thought this might be a more interesting format once and awhile. Instead of the usual sit-down interview. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just that, you know….something different….
Jason chuckles slightly
Jason: No need to convince me, Ms. Frost. I'm the one that agreed.
Violet: Well again..thank you
Jason: *holding up a hand to dismiss the thanks* No worries.
Violet takes a deep breath and nods to the team to begin filming. After a few moments, she begins speaking.
Violet: Hello, ladies and gentleman of the IIW universe! Im Violet Frost, and here on today’s edition of The Chill Spot, I'm joined by none other than Jason Fenix here on the streets of Berlin! Jason, thank you for taking some time today to join me.
Jason: It's a pleasure to be on the show. Great night for a stroll despite the winds.
Violet: Would almost seem a bit appropriate with all the changes going on around IIW.
Jason: I would absolutely agree. The winds of change certainly seem to be blowing.
Violet: With the growth that has come from the IIW relaunch, what do you see as being some of the biggest changes?
Jason: For the company as a whole, I would be remiss if I didn't give a nod to the “Women's Revolution” that is happening. We’ve seen a recent influx of female talent coming in and with that, we have given rise to an entirely new division in IIW. I think it speaks greatly of where the industry is heading.
Violet: *smirking a bit* Jason, do I detect a bit of snark when you say Women's Revolution?
Jason: No, that's not at all what I mean *Jason laughs a bit as he pulls up the collar around his neck* I don't like the term “Women's Revolution”. I feel like it implies that Women are not equal. I’ve never felt that way. I think it's wonderful that we are seeing more female talent stepping into the ring and being given an opportunity, but I feel that the opportunity has always been there for those willing to push themselves beyond what they believe they can achieve.
Violet: Sure, but you can't argue that it's been a male dominated industry for ages.
Jason: Absolutely, but if you look back historically, there have always been amazingly talented females who have been able to rise above that. Look back to the mid 1900’s with The Fabulous Moolah, Mae Young, Mildred Burke. The list goes on. Woman in the ring has always been a thing. Its just now its become more prevalent. That's why I don't like the term “Revolution”...it implies it's something new.
Violet: So you believe that women are more than capable of being in the ring?
Jason: Why not? Combat Arts to me has never been about gender. MMA, Martial Arts, Wrestling, Boxing. Women are more than capable. I just think a lot of men give us all a bad name by thinking we are superior solely based on gender. If we look back historically at the human species as a whole, from a biological standpoint, we find that genetically speaking, males are physically larger, therefore stronger, but what we forget is that there are always outliers. You know, waifish, thin men, or on the other side of the coin we see some of the greats like Chyna, or the legend of the Amazons, you know? Woman who absolutely were physically dominant. That being said, are we gonna start seeing little 125 pound woman going toe to toe with 325 pound juggernauts? Probably not. That's just science. But even with that being said, there is something very powerful to be said about speed and agility in these things.
Violet: That's a very interesting point, Jason. So we know you support the women's division, but let's say they truly wanted what you would consider to be a “Revolution” and they decide they want to get in the ring with the men. How would you feel about that?
Jason: I'm hardly the one to make that decision, but that's not to say even that is totally unheard of. I’ve been around in my time and I’ve seen promotions running with mixed divisions, some of which even touted female world champions. Bottom line is this, Violet. A woman wants to get into the ring with a man? I personally see no problem in that. But with that in mind, don't expect special treatment. If a woman came to me and said “I want a match against you, I’ve had it sanctioned, I have all the proper clearance and whatever” I'm not going to turn them down. I will go out and fight them just as I have fought anyone else. I will do everything I can to hurt them and to succeed. It has nothing to do with gender.
Violet: *snickering slightly* So you are saying you, Jason Fenix, would hit a woman?
Jason: *gives a sideways glance to Violet* Careful now....No, that's not what Im saying. I would never hit a woman just because. That woman wants to get in the ring as an equal? I will treat her as an equal.
Violet: I knew what you meant, but had to take the shot.
Jason: Good to see you have jokes…
Violet: Of course, love! What else do you see as being a major change to the IIW landscape?
Jason: I don't know if anything else could be seen right now as a major change. There are things developing that could hold potential to be major
Violet: Such as?
Jason: There has been a lot of talk lately about Dawn of the New Age. Some seem to think that this group could be the next big thing in IIW. Personally, I think it's too early to tell. I speak from personal experience in saying that simply naming yourself to a stable and proclaiming yourself to be the next big thing doesn't make it so. Time will tell what that group does.
Violet: Yes, but there is also a lot of talk surrounding DNA that says you are going to be a member.
Jason: Of course. The rumor mill loves to grind away at anything it can sink its teeth into. Truth be told, I care very little what becomes of them. I have no intention at this time to sign on with them. I have my own business to tend to.
Violet: But you can't deny the reports of you having met with Ryleigh Ruin after last Mayhem.
Jason: Correct. I did meet with her. It was not a discussion about me joining the rank and file. I am nothing if but a businessman. I recognize latent talent and ability when I see it, and if I feel it can further my own ends, I will seek to cultivate that. Ryleigh has that latent talent. We spoke at length about that and how to truly harness that.
Violet: So what does that mean then? What do you gain from the success of DNA?
Jason: Personally, right now? Not much. At least not in directly tangible assets. I am a man with a legacy to preserve. I have done some great things in my time and have secured my eventual place in the IIW Halls of Fame. That being said, I also am not so blind to believe that I will be able to maintain peak performance. A day will come at some point where I physically will be pushed into retirement. When that day comes, I want my knowledge and experience to endure and help those that follow. Ryleigh is the beginning of that. She is someone who has the mind to absorb what I can teach her, and as long as I see she is adapting to that new knowledge and growing with it, I'm happy to provide it to her.
Violet: So in having that tie with Ryleigh now, a lot of people are saying DNA will have an influence on your match in the tournament this week with one of your opponents being Starr, who is currently being scouted, I guess, by DNA.
Jason: I don't find that to be an issue. They have nothing to gain by interfering with my match this week. If we look at the brackets, sure, they could try and force the hand to ensure that the final match is between two DNA members. The problem with that theory is that Ryleigh isn't that dumb. Make no mistake, that girl is calling the shots in that camp. She has no reason to immediately alienate what could become a very strong ally in myself for the sake of pushing someone who they aren’t vested in. If DNA chooses to tip the scales in this, they are going to be pushing for Apollo. Starr already holds a title and putting two on his shoulders is poor planning. It just makes the kid a target.
Violet: Now, you just referred to Starr as ‘Kid’. Is that an indication of your feelings towards him?
Jason: *chuckling slightly* That's one of those things in this business. I have to applaud you on your keen eye to detail. Everyone wants to read into everything. Sure, Starr in my eyes is ‘kid’. He’s young. He’s new to the game. He’s still growing and going through the paces to make a name for himself. That hardly implies anything negative about him. If anything, Starr is to be commended for the ability he has shown thus far. The fact that he has moved himself to being the TV champion is nothing to dismiss. Personally, I enjoy the kids work. The fact is, he’s fun to watch in the ring. He puts on damn good matches. I look forward to seeing what the kid can do down the road and I dont think its too far of a stretch for him one day to be holding the strap at the top of the mountain. All that aside though, now isn't going to be the time for him to make that next step. This match isn't going to favor him. He’s going up against not just one, but two Veterans of the ring, even though having to refer to the Commander as a Veteran actually makes the bile rise in the back of my throat. Starr is going against twenty plus total years of experience in this match. The odds are greatly stacked against him. Not for a lack of trying, but if he were to pull off this win, it would be huge for the kid.
Violet: But if DNA is looking to bring him into the fold, wouldn't that present a stronger case for them to get involved and make that a reality?
Jason: To an outsider looking in, sure. In the big picture though, it still doesn't make any sense. DNA, for all their chest-pounding, has not established themselves fully as “The dominant stable” of IIW. They are hardly in a position to start creating enemies. Rixton is so beside himself to get his hands on me he can hardly see straight, but an act like that would be counterproductive to where they are trying to go. Overall, it would amount to a significant expense of resources and the returns on it are not worth the investment. Ryleigh knows that. And again, I don't want to be misconstrued in taking anything away from Starr. I like the kids work. I hope one day to have some time in the ring with him on a one on one level. I think we both could learn from each other. Unfortunately, this doesn't get to be that time. This is extremely important to me. More than I think most people realize. When I go out there this week, I will be setting aside whatever warm fuzzy bullshit I think about Starr, and in my mind, he becomes another target. Right now, at this moment, he is another person who has been put in my path to try and stop me and I cannot...I will not...allow that to happen. I can say though, for the first time in a very long time, I'm stepping into the ring against someone who I will be seeking to simply subdue, not significantly injure.
Violet: So you will not be taking your usual highly-aggressive tone against him?
Jason: No. And I'm sure there are those out there who will think that will be my downfall. I'm known for being someone who enjoys the violence. Enjoys making people hurt. I enjoy the fact of walking away from a match knowing that someone is in a serious amount of pain because they tried to stand against me. Starr is not that person in this match. Starr has found himself in a very unfortunate spot here in the fact that he’s going into a match with myself and a man I really cannot stand. A man I find truly pitiful. That's who I want to hurt. I want Commander to suffer badly at my hand. The man is a walking dumpster fire, and the fact that he’s in the same ring with me makes my blood boil. Im not out there for Starr’s blood. If he gets in my way, I have no problem taking my pound of flesh from him, but I would greatly prefer not to. If I can put him down and keep him down with minimal long-term damage, then that is what I'm going to seek to do. He’s a good kid, with a big heart, and I don't want to be the one who cuts that off before it has a chance to launch. Thats blood I dont want on my hands.
Violet: Okay, so now, throughout this conversation, you’ve made mention of your other opponent, The Commander, a handful of times and each time you’ve had some very disparaging remarks about him. What exactly is the problem you have with him?
Jason: It boils down to his attitude. The man is a joke. For a decade, the man has been IIW’s bottom feeder. He’s been the guy that gets put into the ring with the new blood to get their feet wet and get them acclimated. The guy has never been able to pull off a win, so he just stays relegated to the bottom tier because even people like Sebastian Riddich can pull off a win against the guy. So we have this guy that's been a punchline to the rest of the locker room forever. Osh throws him in this tournament to fill a spot, and somehow, he finds someone who’s stupid enough to believe that he might be worth wasting the time and money on, plucks him up out of his dumpster, scrubs and delouses his, slaps a cheap wal-mart suit on him, tells him to stop being such a worthless pile of shit. Okay? So all this goes down, Commander goes out and manages somehow by the grace of God to pull off a victory against semi-decent talent like Sean Raines, and now, NOW, this walking pustule starts walking around like big man on campus? Give me a break! The Commander is still a complete joke and I'm mildly offended that I have to face someone like him. I’m a former World Champion. I'm a man who ran this place back in my time. I don't mind moving back down the ladder a bit and doing some other things. Hell, I have my reasons for sticking with this stuff, but for fucks sake, at least give me some people worth a shit. That man doesn't have the ability to stand toe to toe with me even when I was soaking myself in booze and hiding from the world, let alone hang with me now when I'm actually starting to feel like my old self a bit more and more every day. There is no form of reality here or in any alternate dimension where the Commander can ever stand at my level. This is a push match as far as Commander is concerned. The fact that he’s spent weeks now, running off at the mouth about how ‘he Commands it’ and how dominant he’s going to be and how he’s sick of being cast by the wayside makes me so angry I'm afraid I just might hurt myself. When I go out there this week, I'm going to break him. I'm going to cause him pain in ways he didn't realize were possible. I'm going to show him every single way that the human body should not bend. I'm going to make him scream. I'm going to make him bleed. And when I make him bleed, I'm going to show him that it's by my hands and his suffering is not going to end until I decide that it's done. That piece of shit doesn't belong here, he doesn't belong in a ring, and he damn sure doesn't belong STEPPING UP TO ME!!
Jason catches himself in his moment of building rage. Even Violet seems a bit taken aback by Jason’s rantings. Jason stops walking and breaths heavy a few times before reaching into his coat and pulling out a pack of smokes, pulling one from the pack and using his coat to shield the wind as he lights it.He takes a long drag off it and exhales, blowing away from Violet. After a moment, he speaks again.
Jason: I apologize....I intended not to smoke during this conversation as I felt it would be rude to you…
Violet: No...no….after all that, you seem like you could use it…
Jason: Give me a moment please…
Jason turns away and leans up against the side of the bridge the two were crossing. He breathes hard, his shoulders shaking slightly with the built up rage. Violet gives him a few moments before walking over and leaning her back against the railing and looks at Fenix.
Violet: You okay?
Jason: ...yeah...I’ll be fine…
Violet: Do you want to continue?
Jason: ...I just need a moment…
Violet: Jason, I took this job because I truly admire and appreciate the intensity and passion you guys all show for what you do. You train yourselves and focus yourselves so hard on being the best that you can. This is precisely what I want, please give me the raw Jason Fenix?
Jason takes another long drag off his cigarette and exhales. His expression becomes somber as he stares into the distance and his tone drops.
Jason: I came from nothing, Ms Frost….when Osh first found me, I was living in a studio apartment sleeping on a wood pallet under a bare bulb. I made my living by putting people in the hospital. I fought in dirty warehouses full of rich chinese businessmen. I used my bare hands to end lives. When I came here, I told myself I would never go back to that place. I worked tirelessly and sacrificed anything and everything to make sure that I never had to live that way again. I made sure that nothing stood in the way of me making it to the top. I talk a lot about being the best in the ring. I talk just as much, if not more, than any man in the locker room about my superiority. The difference is, I have a long, long track record to back my claims up. The commander has nothing. The commander has more losses than the rest of IIW combined. One match...One lucky match...now he wants to speak about me as if he knows me….as if he is somehow on my level now....I can't abide by that. I won't allow it to go unanswered. Commander wants to talk about me? Commander wants to act as if he is of the same caliber as me? Let him enjoy his moment then. I plan on making sure my name never passes through the lips of that piece of garbage again….
Jason pauses again, his body started to heave with rage again, shuddering under its own tension as he takes another long drag.
Jason: ...I got word earlier today from my associate that Osh decided to make this match a no-disqualifications match, and I couldn't help but smile. Osh may not realize it, but he just signed a very heavy hospital bill for the Commander….
Jason takes another drag.
Jason: I’ve been doing this a long time, Violet….I've made my money on the blood and flesh and bone of others….and for the first time in my life...Im afraid....
Violet looks concerned and puts a hand on Jason's shoulder.
Violet: Afraid?...Jason, what are you afraid of?...
Jason stands himself upright, pulling his collar up around his neck again, shrouding his face in shadows lit only by the ember of his cigarette.
Jason: I'm afraid that this time….this time I don't know when to stop...I’ve been given the authority to use anything and everything in my means to ensure I walk out the winner, and I’ve been set in a match against a man who has made my blood boil in a way I can't remember it ever doing. I can use literally anything I want in this match. I'm afraid that I'm going to get my hands on Commander and I'm going to do terrible things....I'm not worried about winning this match. I know that I will win...What I'm afraid of is how many men it's going to take, and how many men are going to get hurt trying to stop me from killing him…
Violet steps back, a bit aghast. Her hand covers her mouth and her eyes glass up a bit.
Jason: A pound of flesh will not suffice here. There is no salvation for that man. I'm going to put him back in the dumpster where he belongs….I just don't know if I can stop myself before he ends up going back in a body bag...I'm sorry, but I need to go. I think it's time I found myself a drink...If you see Starr...tell him I'm sorry…
Violet: For what?
Jason: For having to be involved in what's going to happen at Mayhem…
Violet: You just did, love. Well that’s all the time we have for this edition of The Chill Spot. Thank you for watch IIW universe and be lovely to each other.
Jason turns away and walks off into the crowd, his head down and his shoulders seeming to carry a much heavier weight now...