Post by G-Dawg on Apr 25, 2007 19:34:33 GMT -5
The room is black. There is a beeping heard faintly through his ears. Light begins to pour into his world as he opens his eyes for a brief moment, then immediately covers them back up. One man is sitting by his side, a man whom he can’t even identify yet. A pulsing pain is felt in his head and he begins to hold it. He looks to his side, and the man he once saw was gone. He feels his arm and notices the IV; he finally opens his eyes and waits for them to adjust to the blinding lights above him. A card is seen lying on the table beside him; he picks it up and it reads ‘Jason, you had better be back in shape before Sunday. We can’t just have another challenger back out of his championship match, Mak’. Jason smirks a bit then throws the card into the trash. He sits up and feels a large whelp on his head. Aside from that he seems fine. He presses a button on the side of his bed as he begins to wonder where the man sitting beside him went. A nurse immediately walks in and puts his chart in front of his bed.
//Nurse\\
Hello, Mr. Golden. I noticed that you’ve finally regained consciousness.
//Jason\\
Well, great job detective, what lead you to that conclusion?
//Nurse\\
Ah, and back to normal already too! How are you feeling?
//Jason\\
That’s beside the point. There was a man in here before, who was he?
//Nurse\\
I’m….uhhh….Mr. Golden; there was no man in this room before. You must still be out of it, lie down and get your rest, you obviously need it.
Jason wonders what she was talking about, he distinctly saw a man sitting in the chair right beside his bed. He shakes it off, realizing he was probably hallucinating like the nurse said. He tried to go back to sleep, but it was useless. He knew he’d seen a man in that chair and he wasn’t going to back down from it. He flips through the channels and sees XVI on TV. He notices a Szaban promo on and grunts. He figures that he might as well watch it so he can keep up with what the champ has to say about him. As he gets engulfed in the promo a voice interrupts him.
//
\\
Ah, catching up on your opponent? Wise choice, he looks like a tough one.
Jason noticed the voice, but knows that it can’t be the man he thinks it is. He once more shakes it off and stays glued to the television. He tries to pay attention but the voice keeps interrupting him and messing up his train of thought.
//\\
Jay, you’re going to have to tone it down in that ring, unless of course you want to be living in this god damned hospital. I always thought that wrestling wasn’t the best decision you made, but hell you chose it and it’s your life isn’t it?
Jason then turns his head, knowing that until he does this voice will continue to haunt him. He rubs his eyes and scratches his head. Standing beside his bed is a man who appears to be in his 50’s or 60’s, it’s not noticeable as to which of the two it is. He stands there in a gray sweater vest and black dress pants with matching shoes.
//Jason\\
Nah…can’t be.
//\\
What, your own father is standing here in front of you and I don’t even get a hello? I knew you’d changed but not that much.
//Jason\\
You’re not my father. My father died years ago, I saw him die with my own two eyes. Who you are I’ve not a clue, but you’re not the man you claim to be. Now, I’m hoping to finish watching this so please excuse me.
//\\
Jason Alexander Golden, you will pay attention to me damnit and if you don’t then you will know exactly who I am after that belt tans your ass.
//Jason\\
Look, this ain’t fuckin’ funny. Now if you don’t cut the bullshit I’m going to have to call them down here and get you out of here.
//\\
Do it, Jay. They won’t believe you.
Jason rings for the nurse and she once more comes through the door. As he begins to speak he notices that the man who claims to be his father has gone. He tries to think fast so the woman won’t think he’s out of it still, “Can I get some juice or something?” She nods her head and walks back out. As he turns to the TV, the man is standing in front of it and blocking his view.
//Jacob\\
Didn’t I tell you Jay? You can’t avoid me.
//Jason\\
Okay, so how are you here and what do you want?
//Jacob\\
Well, Jay I’m here because I’m not quite sure that I like what you’re becoming. You’re sitting here using guns and knives as intimidation. You’re doing shit that I’d never have dreamed that I’d ever see my son doing, and not in a good way. Yes, you’re living out your dream of being a wrestler…but you’re not taking the right path. You can’t be like one of those thugs on the street for much longer unless you want to go down the same road that I did.
//Jason\\
What are you talking about? I’m not “trying” to be this thug that you make me out to be. It’s who I am and I can’t change that. So how about you get out of here and let me get ready to get out of here and prepare for my match.
//Jacob\\
Jay, I’m just gonna say this one time. If you don’t want to take my advice then that’s fine, you don’t have to. I don’t like what you’ve become. You’re going about life the wrong way. You need to cut this thug bullshit and stop trying to be “hard”. You need to be what I wanted you to be, hell what you wanted to be. You didn’t idolize these thugs growing up, you wanted to be a wrestler, and one of the best at that. You’ve achieved one of those feats, now you’ve got to cut out the rest of the bullshit in your life if you want to get the 2nd part.
Before Jason can even respond Jacob is gone. Jason shakes his head in disbelief, still not knowing what exactly happened. Before he knows what happened, he is waking up in his bed in a hot sweat with a nurse standing over his bed. She screams into the hall, “He’s fine, he’s fine…it was just a bad dream”.
One day later, Jason is out of the hospital. He is acting normally aside from the different mannerisms that he’s picked up. He’s merely got a bruise on the top of his head and scrapes on his arms. He overall is in a great condition for a day of hospitalization. He turns on the TV and sees the same promo that was on in the hospital in his dream. It is the last line of the promo and the scene fades out, Jason looks confused. He knows that they don’t re-air these things, so it must be new. It seems as if he had an epiphany or something like it in that dream of his, but he once more shakes it off and pretends it didn’t happen.
//Jason\\
So, Szaban; it’s almost time. It’s almost time for G-Dawg and the champion to go head to head. The one and only Szaban may very well have finally met his match. However, unbeknownst to him…that title won’t be around his waist for long. See, you can walk around here acting like you don’t have any respect for me, because that doesn’t affect me at all. You’re opinion is nothing to me, I couldn’t care less about it to be honest. However, when you say that I am the one who made you “lose that respect” for me, that is absurd. You came into MY match with Calaz and interfered. Regardless of who told you to do what, you came in there and attacked me and cost me my match. Therefore, it was fair game for me after that. I was open to basically do whatever the fuck I wanted to.
You may think that after this match it’s all over, but oh no my friend…it has just begun. I’m not going to quit gunning for you until you’re out of commission for good. I’m not saying that once I get that title you won’t be out of my sights, because when it’s around my waist that will forever be my first priority. I’m not going to be worrying about a thing in the world other than keeping it with me, and then you will come 2nd. Now this seems as if we’ve just lost our respect for each other. Had you kept out of my match, I’d have stayed out of yours. It’s an eye for an eye Szaban, and we’re both blinded right now.
But I’m not going to begin wasting my breath on you right now. I’ll save the important stuff for later. I’m merely here to state my goal for our match. We all know that I am to get out of there with gold around my waist, hell you’ve even known that since I stepped foot in this company. The first thing I said was that I wouldn’t be leaving here without a world title to my name. Now I didn’t think that it would be you that I was facing for it, but that just makes it all the more sweeter. So not only would I have the top gold of the company, but I’d have a victory over the one and only Szaban to my name.
I know that you realize by now that the gold puts a target on your back, but as of right now I’m the only man shooting for that title. So it’s you and me until one of us gets knocked down and out. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m staying in this thing until the end. So while you may think that you just walk out of the pay-per-view and win or loss, I’m out of your hair. But oh, Szaban…this is just the beginning. You haven’t even begun to feel the wrath of G-Dawg. You’ll realize the meaning of the bite being worse than the bark. You’ll see why I’m one of the most feared men in the wrestling business today. You’ll see why Mak put me as the challenger to that title around your waist. You’ll also see the lights, the lights of that ceiling as you lie down on your back. Spread-eagle on the canvas, praying. Asking god how he could have done this to you, how did he allow you to taste the sweet victory of holding the title only to have it snatched away from you *snaps* just…like…that.
[/color]//Nurse\\
Hello, Mr. Golden. I noticed that you’ve finally regained consciousness.
//Jason\\
Well, great job detective, what lead you to that conclusion?
//Nurse\\
Ah, and back to normal already too! How are you feeling?
//Jason\\
That’s beside the point. There was a man in here before, who was he?
//Nurse\\
I’m….uhhh….Mr. Golden; there was no man in this room before. You must still be out of it, lie down and get your rest, you obviously need it.
Jason wonders what she was talking about, he distinctly saw a man sitting in the chair right beside his bed. He shakes it off, realizing he was probably hallucinating like the nurse said. He tried to go back to sleep, but it was useless. He knew he’d seen a man in that chair and he wasn’t going to back down from it. He flips through the channels and sees XVI on TV. He notices a Szaban promo on and grunts. He figures that he might as well watch it so he can keep up with what the champ has to say about him. As he gets engulfed in the promo a voice interrupts him.
//
\\Ah, catching up on your opponent? Wise choice, he looks like a tough one.
Jason noticed the voice, but knows that it can’t be the man he thinks it is. He once more shakes it off and stays glued to the television. He tries to pay attention but the voice keeps interrupting him and messing up his train of thought.
//
\\Jay, you’re going to have to tone it down in that ring, unless of course you want to be living in this god damned hospital. I always thought that wrestling wasn’t the best decision you made, but hell you chose it and it’s your life isn’t it?
Jason then turns his head, knowing that until he does this voice will continue to haunt him. He rubs his eyes and scratches his head. Standing beside his bed is a man who appears to be in his 50’s or 60’s, it’s not noticeable as to which of the two it is. He stands there in a gray sweater vest and black dress pants with matching shoes.
//Jason\\
Nah…can’t be.
//
\\What, your own father is standing here in front of you and I don’t even get a hello? I knew you’d changed but not that much.
//Jason\\
You’re not my father. My father died years ago, I saw him die with my own two eyes. Who you are I’ve not a clue, but you’re not the man you claim to be. Now, I’m hoping to finish watching this so please excuse me.
//
\\Jason Alexander Golden, you will pay attention to me damnit and if you don’t then you will know exactly who I am after that belt tans your ass.
//Jason\\
Look, this ain’t fuckin’ funny. Now if you don’t cut the bullshit I’m going to have to call them down here and get you out of here.
//
\\Do it, Jay. They won’t believe you.
Jason rings for the nurse and she once more comes through the door. As he begins to speak he notices that the man who claims to be his father has gone. He tries to think fast so the woman won’t think he’s out of it still, “Can I get some juice or something?” She nods her head and walks back out. As he turns to the TV, the man is standing in front of it and blocking his view.
//Jacob\\
Didn’t I tell you Jay? You can’t avoid me.
//Jason\\
Okay, so how are you here and what do you want?
//Jacob\\
Well, Jay I’m here because I’m not quite sure that I like what you’re becoming. You’re sitting here using guns and knives as intimidation. You’re doing shit that I’d never have dreamed that I’d ever see my son doing, and not in a good way. Yes, you’re living out your dream of being a wrestler…but you’re not taking the right path. You can’t be like one of those thugs on the street for much longer unless you want to go down the same road that I did.
//Jason\\
What are you talking about? I’m not “trying” to be this thug that you make me out to be. It’s who I am and I can’t change that. So how about you get out of here and let me get ready to get out of here and prepare for my match.
//Jacob\\
Jay, I’m just gonna say this one time. If you don’t want to take my advice then that’s fine, you don’t have to. I don’t like what you’ve become. You’re going about life the wrong way. You need to cut this thug bullshit and stop trying to be “hard”. You need to be what I wanted you to be, hell what you wanted to be. You didn’t idolize these thugs growing up, you wanted to be a wrestler, and one of the best at that. You’ve achieved one of those feats, now you’ve got to cut out the rest of the bullshit in your life if you want to get the 2nd part.
Before Jason can even respond Jacob is gone. Jason shakes his head in disbelief, still not knowing what exactly happened. Before he knows what happened, he is waking up in his bed in a hot sweat with a nurse standing over his bed. She screams into the hall, “He’s fine, he’s fine…it was just a bad dream”.
One day later, Jason is out of the hospital. He is acting normally aside from the different mannerisms that he’s picked up. He’s merely got a bruise on the top of his head and scrapes on his arms. He overall is in a great condition for a day of hospitalization. He turns on the TV and sees the same promo that was on in the hospital in his dream. It is the last line of the promo and the scene fades out, Jason looks confused. He knows that they don’t re-air these things, so it must be new. It seems as if he had an epiphany or something like it in that dream of his, but he once more shakes it off and pretends it didn’t happen.
//Jason\\
So, Szaban; it’s almost time. It’s almost time for G-Dawg and the champion to go head to head. The one and only Szaban may very well have finally met his match. However, unbeknownst to him…that title won’t be around his waist for long. See, you can walk around here acting like you don’t have any respect for me, because that doesn’t affect me at all. You’re opinion is nothing to me, I couldn’t care less about it to be honest. However, when you say that I am the one who made you “lose that respect” for me, that is absurd. You came into MY match with Calaz and interfered. Regardless of who told you to do what, you came in there and attacked me and cost me my match. Therefore, it was fair game for me after that. I was open to basically do whatever the fuck I wanted to.
You may think that after this match it’s all over, but oh no my friend…it has just begun. I’m not going to quit gunning for you until you’re out of commission for good. I’m not saying that once I get that title you won’t be out of my sights, because when it’s around my waist that will forever be my first priority. I’m not going to be worrying about a thing in the world other than keeping it with me, and then you will come 2nd. Now this seems as if we’ve just lost our respect for each other. Had you kept out of my match, I’d have stayed out of yours. It’s an eye for an eye Szaban, and we’re both blinded right now.
But I’m not going to begin wasting my breath on you right now. I’ll save the important stuff for later. I’m merely here to state my goal for our match. We all know that I am to get out of there with gold around my waist, hell you’ve even known that since I stepped foot in this company. The first thing I said was that I wouldn’t be leaving here without a world title to my name. Now I didn’t think that it would be you that I was facing for it, but that just makes it all the more sweeter. So not only would I have the top gold of the company, but I’d have a victory over the one and only Szaban to my name.
I know that you realize by now that the gold puts a target on your back, but as of right now I’m the only man shooting for that title. So it’s you and me until one of us gets knocked down and out. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m staying in this thing until the end. So while you may think that you just walk out of the pay-per-view and win or loss, I’m out of your hair. But oh, Szaban…this is just the beginning. You haven’t even begun to feel the wrath of G-Dawg. You’ll realize the meaning of the bite being worse than the bark. You’ll see why I’m one of the most feared men in the wrestling business today. You’ll see why Mak put me as the challenger to that title around your waist. You’ll also see the lights, the lights of that ceiling as you lie down on your back. Spread-eagle on the canvas, praying. Asking god how he could have done this to you, how did he allow you to taste the sweet victory of holding the title only to have it snatched away from you *snaps* just…like…that.
