Post by Jason Kaine on Oct 20, 2013 20:20:19 GMT -5
This is nowhere near complete. My laptop is messing up again so I have to post on my phone what I got. Didn't want to no show again
Beneath the Blackpool Tower people walk up and down the boardwalk enjoying their late Tuesday evenings. They are dressed appropriately for the chilly air breezing off of the nearby water. It's mostly couples walking together with a few drunks stumbling about here and there. Most of these people, especially the drunks, are oblivious to the man looking down at them from the Tower's glass floored balcony. Dressed in an all black suit with no tie and the top two buttons of the shirt and all of the jacket buttons undone, Jason Kaine pensively peers down at the water below with his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He takes a heavy sigh as what feels to be a million thoughts run through his head. Before he has time to really focus on a single one, his thoughts are broken by the sound of heels clicking on the glass floor. He peeks over his shoulder to see his wife, Roxxanne, walking up to him dressed in a tight fitting yet still classy black dress, a smile on her face and her long, golden hair cascading over her shoulder. She walks up beside Jason and puts a loving arm around his waist. She looks at his face and grows worried by his blank expression and by the way he hasn't moved.]
Roxxanne: "You ok?"
Jason: (Not looking away from the window) "Yeah...no."
Roxxanne: (Raising an eyebrow) "Which one is it?"
Jason: "No. I'm honestly far from ok."
Roxxanne: "What's wrong? Is it Phil or that Michael guy?"
Jason: "They are but they also ain't."
Roxxanne: "Why are you being so cryptic? What else is wrong?"
Jason: "It's being here."
Roxxanne: "Where? A press conference?"
Jason: "No. Blackpool."
Roxxanne: "Oh."
Jason: "It's just there is something wrong with being where you were born but not knowing anything about it or having any memories."
Roxxanne: "Honey, it's not your fault that Rob and your's parents had to do what they did. It was a hard, confusing time for them and they did what they thought was best for you."
Jason: "Yeah...but..."
Roxxanne: "But what?"
Jason: "I just wish...I don't know. I wish I had some kind of connection here. I wish I felt at home here."
Roxxanne: "I understand where you're coming from, hon, but..."
Jason: (Finally turning his face to look at Roxxanne with a ghost of a grin) "But? That a taste of my own medicine"
Roxxanne: (Chuckles a little but returns to a consoling seriousness) "No it's not that. What I was saying was Blackpool doesn't feel like home because it isn't home. It never was. Home is our house back in Maryland. Home is where our two daughters sleep. You may have been born here but that doesn't anything except that somewhere not far from here your dad got a little too excited one night."
[That breaks Jason's somber mood. He immediately begins cracking up with laughter and Roxxanne joins in not long after. A few times they come close to regaining self control but with quick looks at each other they begin laughing again. Eventually they clam down and Jason stands behind Roxxanne, hugging her and resting his chin on her shoulder while she leans back against him.]
Jason: "You know, without you I'd be a complete fucking mess."
Roxxanne: "Babe...you are a complete fucking mess. Just now that mess isn't punching holes in the walls."
[Jason chuckles a bit and the two of them just stand there as the last few rays of the sun fall below the horizon. The lights around them slowly begin to turn on, almost matching the pace of the setting sun. The soft glow inside the almost all glass balcony gives the feel of the end scene of a romance movie. The moment lasts until the sun has fully set and the lights have turned completely on. It is broken by Jason glancing at his watch and shouting in surprise.]
Jason: "OH!"
Roxxanne: (Slightly shocked) "What?!"
Jason: "The press conference starts at eight!"
Roxxanne: "and?"
Jason: "It's eight o'five!"
[Jason and Roxxanne rush down the nearby stairs, both almost falling a few times, ending up in the Blackpool Tower's ballroom. It is a grand room designed with traditional, regal, English style. Grand paintings skirt the ceiling and there are two floors of balcony seating on either side of the large, polished dance floor which ends with a stage. Red and white stairs lead up to the stage and a golden glow is cast over everything by the chandeliers hanging above. For the conference the dance floor is filled with rows upon rows of chairs with an aisle in the center that are half occupied by press and half occupied by fans, all of which are showing signs of edgy boredom. In the hallway just outside the rear doors a squatty, impatient looking Enlgish man wearing a suit and a bowler hat stands tapping his foot as Jason and Roxxanne power walk around a corner down the hall.]
Man: "Oy! Where the bloody hell 'ave you two been? Damn people 'ave been waitin' damn near fifteen minutes fo' you two."
Jason: "I'm sorry about that. You see..."
Man: "Yeah yeah save it for the people. You betta get!"
[Not bothering to try and explain their lateness to the man, Jason and Roxxanne step through the double doors leading into the ballroom. As soon as they walk into the room Jason's theme song, "Dot Your eyes" by Five Finger Death Punch plays at a respectable volume while the voice of an announcer rings out over the music.]
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome the owner of Evolution of Violence wrestling...Jason Kaine along with his wife, Roxxanne."
[Jason and Roxxanne walk hand in hand down the center aisle. Some of the fans cheer and reach out while the other "smark" fans boo and throw insults they think to be funny. Jason and Roxxanne return the love of the cheering fans while ignoring the others. As they move past the line between the fans and the press the questions begin to fly. Some are as simple as "How are you" while others are more complicated and spat out in bunched up sentences. Both Roxxanne and Jason just politely nod and acknowledge the reporters as they make their way up the stairs and onto the stage where a microphone covered podium with the EoV logo placed on the front rests. Jason takes a place behind the podium after leading Roxxanne to a seat closer to the back of the stage. As the microphones turn on the music fades out. Jason clears his throat and begins to address the public.]
Jason: "Ladies and gentlemen, before I start I just want to say that myself and the board of directors really appreciate the warm welcome EoV has received here in Blackpool. Tickets sold out in one week flat and I have seen the advertisements literally all over town. You're all great people and I can say, at least for myself, that the beginning of this UK tour is the biggest step forward we have made yet."
Jason: "I would now like to take the time to thank the board of directors for allowing me to represent not only them but the company as a whole at this press conference even though I have lost most of the sway I have in the company itself. To be completely honest the other options scared the Hell out of me. If it wasn't going to be me here it would have been either the World Champion, Michael James, or the Hybrid champion, Tommy Rowan. I can promise you that either one of them would have been a disaster and a misrepresentation of this company resulting in a major drop in how the fans of the United Kingdom saw us. Now...does anyone have a question?"
[Immediately the hands begin to fly into the air, each reporter trying to grab more attention than the other. Jason shows what question he will take by pointing. His first pick is a young man with neat black hair and in a grey suit. The other reporters seat themselves as the young man asks his question.]
Reporter: "Yes, Thomas King from BBC News. You said that either Michael James or Tommy rowan appearing here would be a disaster. Why do you say that about your former stable mates?"
Jason: "Thank you for the question Thomas. Now to answer that I'm going to have to do it in two parts. One for each person simply because they both offer their own risks. I'll start with Michael. The man, while very capable in the ring, is a PR nightmare. He's like I was not long ago except even worse. His ego only allows time for things related to him and him alone which would mean you all would be sitting here getting no information about the company. Only him. Another problem with him, and also Mr. Rowan, is that he has no self control over his language or actions. That would make this entire thing that we paid money to have and that you payed money to attend completely un-airable on T.V. or radio, making it completely useless and a waste of time and money. One final thing about him is that from what I've got from his work is you would be sitting here for about...oh I don't know...three hours listening to him saying the same things over and over with all of it him taking almost the same exact insults he used for David Dreadful and using them for people like Chelsea Armstrong, Chase Michaels and myself. This basically boring you all to sleep."
Beneath the Blackpool Tower people walk up and down the boardwalk enjoying their late Tuesday evenings. They are dressed appropriately for the chilly air breezing off of the nearby water. It's mostly couples walking together with a few drunks stumbling about here and there. Most of these people, especially the drunks, are oblivious to the man looking down at them from the Tower's glass floored balcony. Dressed in an all black suit with no tie and the top two buttons of the shirt and all of the jacket buttons undone, Jason Kaine pensively peers down at the water below with his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He takes a heavy sigh as what feels to be a million thoughts run through his head. Before he has time to really focus on a single one, his thoughts are broken by the sound of heels clicking on the glass floor. He peeks over his shoulder to see his wife, Roxxanne, walking up to him dressed in a tight fitting yet still classy black dress, a smile on her face and her long, golden hair cascading over her shoulder. She walks up beside Jason and puts a loving arm around his waist. She looks at his face and grows worried by his blank expression and by the way he hasn't moved.]
Roxxanne: "You ok?"
Jason: (Not looking away from the window) "Yeah...no."
Roxxanne: (Raising an eyebrow) "Which one is it?"
Jason: "No. I'm honestly far from ok."
Roxxanne: "What's wrong? Is it Phil or that Michael guy?"
Jason: "They are but they also ain't."
Roxxanne: "Why are you being so cryptic? What else is wrong?"
Jason: "It's being here."
Roxxanne: "Where? A press conference?"
Jason: "No. Blackpool."
Roxxanne: "Oh."
Jason: "It's just there is something wrong with being where you were born but not knowing anything about it or having any memories."
Roxxanne: "Honey, it's not your fault that Rob and your's parents had to do what they did. It was a hard, confusing time for them and they did what they thought was best for you."
Jason: "Yeah...but..."
Roxxanne: "But what?"
Jason: "I just wish...I don't know. I wish I had some kind of connection here. I wish I felt at home here."
Roxxanne: "I understand where you're coming from, hon, but..."
Jason: (Finally turning his face to look at Roxxanne with a ghost of a grin) "But? That a taste of my own medicine"
Roxxanne: (Chuckles a little but returns to a consoling seriousness) "No it's not that. What I was saying was Blackpool doesn't feel like home because it isn't home. It never was. Home is our house back in Maryland. Home is where our two daughters sleep. You may have been born here but that doesn't anything except that somewhere not far from here your dad got a little too excited one night."
[That breaks Jason's somber mood. He immediately begins cracking up with laughter and Roxxanne joins in not long after. A few times they come close to regaining self control but with quick looks at each other they begin laughing again. Eventually they clam down and Jason stands behind Roxxanne, hugging her and resting his chin on her shoulder while she leans back against him.]
Jason: "You know, without you I'd be a complete fucking mess."
Roxxanne: "Babe...you are a complete fucking mess. Just now that mess isn't punching holes in the walls."
[Jason chuckles a bit and the two of them just stand there as the last few rays of the sun fall below the horizon. The lights around them slowly begin to turn on, almost matching the pace of the setting sun. The soft glow inside the almost all glass balcony gives the feel of the end scene of a romance movie. The moment lasts until the sun has fully set and the lights have turned completely on. It is broken by Jason glancing at his watch and shouting in surprise.]
Jason: "OH!"
Roxxanne: (Slightly shocked) "What?!"
Jason: "The press conference starts at eight!"
Roxxanne: "and?"
Jason: "It's eight o'five!"
[Jason and Roxxanne rush down the nearby stairs, both almost falling a few times, ending up in the Blackpool Tower's ballroom. It is a grand room designed with traditional, regal, English style. Grand paintings skirt the ceiling and there are two floors of balcony seating on either side of the large, polished dance floor which ends with a stage. Red and white stairs lead up to the stage and a golden glow is cast over everything by the chandeliers hanging above. For the conference the dance floor is filled with rows upon rows of chairs with an aisle in the center that are half occupied by press and half occupied by fans, all of which are showing signs of edgy boredom. In the hallway just outside the rear doors a squatty, impatient looking Enlgish man wearing a suit and a bowler hat stands tapping his foot as Jason and Roxxanne power walk around a corner down the hall.]
Man: "Oy! Where the bloody hell 'ave you two been? Damn people 'ave been waitin' damn near fifteen minutes fo' you two."
Jason: "I'm sorry about that. You see..."
Man: "Yeah yeah save it for the people. You betta get!"
[Not bothering to try and explain their lateness to the man, Jason and Roxxanne step through the double doors leading into the ballroom. As soon as they walk into the room Jason's theme song, "Dot Your eyes" by Five Finger Death Punch plays at a respectable volume while the voice of an announcer rings out over the music.]
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome the owner of Evolution of Violence wrestling...Jason Kaine along with his wife, Roxxanne."
[Jason and Roxxanne walk hand in hand down the center aisle. Some of the fans cheer and reach out while the other "smark" fans boo and throw insults they think to be funny. Jason and Roxxanne return the love of the cheering fans while ignoring the others. As they move past the line between the fans and the press the questions begin to fly. Some are as simple as "How are you" while others are more complicated and spat out in bunched up sentences. Both Roxxanne and Jason just politely nod and acknowledge the reporters as they make their way up the stairs and onto the stage where a microphone covered podium with the EoV logo placed on the front rests. Jason takes a place behind the podium after leading Roxxanne to a seat closer to the back of the stage. As the microphones turn on the music fades out. Jason clears his throat and begins to address the public.]
Jason: "Ladies and gentlemen, before I start I just want to say that myself and the board of directors really appreciate the warm welcome EoV has received here in Blackpool. Tickets sold out in one week flat and I have seen the advertisements literally all over town. You're all great people and I can say, at least for myself, that the beginning of this UK tour is the biggest step forward we have made yet."
Jason: "I would now like to take the time to thank the board of directors for allowing me to represent not only them but the company as a whole at this press conference even though I have lost most of the sway I have in the company itself. To be completely honest the other options scared the Hell out of me. If it wasn't going to be me here it would have been either the World Champion, Michael James, or the Hybrid champion, Tommy Rowan. I can promise you that either one of them would have been a disaster and a misrepresentation of this company resulting in a major drop in how the fans of the United Kingdom saw us. Now...does anyone have a question?"
[Immediately the hands begin to fly into the air, each reporter trying to grab more attention than the other. Jason shows what question he will take by pointing. His first pick is a young man with neat black hair and in a grey suit. The other reporters seat themselves as the young man asks his question.]
Reporter: "Yes, Thomas King from BBC News. You said that either Michael James or Tommy rowan appearing here would be a disaster. Why do you say that about your former stable mates?"
Jason: "Thank you for the question Thomas. Now to answer that I'm going to have to do it in two parts. One for each person simply because they both offer their own risks. I'll start with Michael. The man, while very capable in the ring, is a PR nightmare. He's like I was not long ago except even worse. His ego only allows time for things related to him and him alone which would mean you all would be sitting here getting no information about the company. Only him. Another problem with him, and also Mr. Rowan, is that he has no self control over his language or actions. That would make this entire thing that we paid money to have and that you payed money to attend completely un-airable on T.V. or radio, making it completely useless and a waste of time and money. One final thing about him is that from what I've got from his work is you would be sitting here for about...oh I don't know...three hours listening to him saying the same things over and over with all of it him taking almost the same exact insults he used for David Dreadful and using them for people like Chelsea Armstrong, Chase Michaels and myself. This basically boring you all to sleep."
