Post by PH RECORDS on Nov 29, 2020 11:54:23 GMT -5
-In the middle of a cramped, dimly lit apartment, is a couch, a television sitting on top of a clothing dresser, and a lamp just resting on the floor. Two people are seated on the sofa, one much larger than the other. The shot pans in closer and one of them is Jason Terrance and the other much smaller. The operator takes the shot over the top of the back of the aforementioned furniture and focuses in on a checkerboard. It’s a bit lopsided thanks to the cushions, but both of them are doing their best not to disturb it.
The kid is clearly in the lead, he overtakes a couple of the elder’s pieces with a quick jump. Every time the piece claps he’d count it out loud. The elder would smile, and make a bad move shortly after. Of course he’d play up the theatrics after as the child made the correct response. The elder once again lost a piece but his face was all smiles. Another horrible misplay leads to the child taking the rest of man’s large pieces and it’s not long after that the kid throws his hands up in victory.
The ever proud papa laughs along with his gloating protege and pulls their head in close to his chest offering a soft kiss to the top of his head. The kid would try to pull away, a bit embarrassed having noticed the camera crew. Jason would let the kid go but not without a slow punch across the chin, lightly tapping it. The boy would run off into a nearby room. Jason would speak up with a slight smirk on his face.-
“Y’all here early. But what the fuck, your moms never taught you how to fucking knock on a door? You keep that shit up…”
-Jason would stand and pull up his shirt revealing the grip and trigger of a gun. His face ice cold, a stark contrast from moments before.-
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
-Jason lets his shirt drop again but sits on the side arm of the couch, dropping the tension considerably.-
“But for real let’s talk about that as men. Here I am, sitting in my home, living it up, taking care of my kid, and then a group of three people just walk right in. Like they own this place I’ve been paying for. They don’t even say nothing, just push the lense in front of my face, putting my life on blast. Who the fuck does that shit? Ain’t nobody in Yonkers. But y’all real comfortable aren’t you?
I bet you think me showing off the piece was a step too far too right? Now imagine me doing the same shit. Coming into your house. The place your kids sleep. Just walking around looking at random shit. Don’t say a word either. You don’t think you’d get that shotty from under the bed to end my ass? Or maybe you’re too bitch for that and will just call them boys to do the work for you."
-His face sours again.-
“Fuck you and fuck people like you. That’s why dudes dying out there. This double standard that you fucking fakes set up. You get the excuse, I get the lead. I refuse to tip toe around this bullshit. In a perfect world? Maybe this would all be okay. But I don’t live in that world and sure as shit people like me don’t either. And would I like to? Bet your ass, but me or my kid don’t get that luxury. You see the next time some dude walks into my home unannounced it could very well be the last time either of us could talk.
You see those boys in blue don’t give a fuck anymore. But it’s not just 12, oh no. Y’all proved that perfectly. Just because I signed my name on a line to give my son what he deserves y’all already pretending I’m not a fucking man anymore. Less than a person. If I had unloaded, I’d be the one facing life, you’d be pointing me out in the lineup, testifying against me in court, and suing my ass while I’m locked up. You fucked up, I get punished.
So next time get some fucking manners. Act like you have your head in the game for once. I don’t give a shit if that flies with anyone else. I’m not like them. I refuse to lay down and take it. If I become a “statistic,” fuck it. This is the only warning. Because while I know the only place to go is in a pod or a box, you can bet your ass I’m not scared of either."
-Jason then looks at everyone there in the room. He can feel the nerves have built up again and digs in his pockets. The camera and the rest of the crew take a step back, but Jason only pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He flips open the lid, chooses one at random and pops one in his mouth. A flick of the lighter that was previously tucked into the cellophane lights it up. He quickly replaces it after a hearty puff and once again the pack retreats.-
“But I know y’all aren’t here for a social education. I even fucking doubt you listened to what I said. Nah, you came here for some hype right? That’s what a wrassler does. I’m struggling to even adjust my mindset to it. To be honest I’d rather be selling my message than selling my ability to bust a dome. But I get it. People rather see the violence. No problem. I’m no stranger to it. That’s all my life’s been till this point anyway."
-Jason takes a few more puffs while looking up at the ceiling. His knee and leg twitching up and down.-
“Well I’m sure most people out there don’t even know me, but when it comes show time they are going to learn. I could throw hands with the biggest motherfuckers out here already, but my boy Curtis? He’s got me to the next level. Yeah I admit too, at first I wasn’t serious about all this, but a few minutes inside those ropes, I knew I had something. All this rage I feel about my life can come out. I even feel sorry for the guy about to get into the ring with me.
What’s his name? O’Connor? He’s a decent sized guy to be sure. But I hear he runs around calling himself the terminator or some shit. He don’t look like no arny and he sure as hell ain’t ready to fight a real predator. Someone trying to pay his bills, someone who’s got real stakes on the line.
See this won’t be like kindergarten cop. I won’t have no kid gloves on with you. I’ve seen some tape. Curtis put me onto it. You like that flashy shit, moves that make the dummies clap! But none of that matters when I’m gonna plant an elbow in your face, making your brain jingle all the way. You may not be able to totally recall it after, but when the drugs wear off you’ll remember the villain who did it you.
While I may be your junior, I’m the Hercules in New York. You’re just collateral damage. I’m gonna put on my boots like a commando, and chase you down when you try to get away, running man. No escape plan gonna be enough and the aftermath will prove it. Consider this your first and last stand because short of sabotage I’m winning. And even after I’m going to stay hungry for the rest of them.
So while we wait, I’ll be out here pumping iron, taking care of the kid and I. I gave you the rundown, so while you got the raw deal and are ultimately expendable, you’ll give rise to the game changer, Jason Terrance."
The kid is clearly in the lead, he overtakes a couple of the elder’s pieces with a quick jump. Every time the piece claps he’d count it out loud. The elder would smile, and make a bad move shortly after. Of course he’d play up the theatrics after as the child made the correct response. The elder once again lost a piece but his face was all smiles. Another horrible misplay leads to the child taking the rest of man’s large pieces and it’s not long after that the kid throws his hands up in victory.
The ever proud papa laughs along with his gloating protege and pulls their head in close to his chest offering a soft kiss to the top of his head. The kid would try to pull away, a bit embarrassed having noticed the camera crew. Jason would let the kid go but not without a slow punch across the chin, lightly tapping it. The boy would run off into a nearby room. Jason would speak up with a slight smirk on his face.-
“Y’all here early. But what the fuck, your moms never taught you how to fucking knock on a door? You keep that shit up…”
-Jason would stand and pull up his shirt revealing the grip and trigger of a gun. His face ice cold, a stark contrast from moments before.-
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
-Jason lets his shirt drop again but sits on the side arm of the couch, dropping the tension considerably.-
“But for real let’s talk about that as men. Here I am, sitting in my home, living it up, taking care of my kid, and then a group of three people just walk right in. Like they own this place I’ve been paying for. They don’t even say nothing, just push the lense in front of my face, putting my life on blast. Who the fuck does that shit? Ain’t nobody in Yonkers. But y’all real comfortable aren’t you?
I bet you think me showing off the piece was a step too far too right? Now imagine me doing the same shit. Coming into your house. The place your kids sleep. Just walking around looking at random shit. Don’t say a word either. You don’t think you’d get that shotty from under the bed to end my ass? Or maybe you’re too bitch for that and will just call them boys to do the work for you."
-His face sours again.-
“Fuck you and fuck people like you. That’s why dudes dying out there. This double standard that you fucking fakes set up. You get the excuse, I get the lead. I refuse to tip toe around this bullshit. In a perfect world? Maybe this would all be okay. But I don’t live in that world and sure as shit people like me don’t either. And would I like to? Bet your ass, but me or my kid don’t get that luxury. You see the next time some dude walks into my home unannounced it could very well be the last time either of us could talk.
You see those boys in blue don’t give a fuck anymore. But it’s not just 12, oh no. Y’all proved that perfectly. Just because I signed my name on a line to give my son what he deserves y’all already pretending I’m not a fucking man anymore. Less than a person. If I had unloaded, I’d be the one facing life, you’d be pointing me out in the lineup, testifying against me in court, and suing my ass while I’m locked up. You fucked up, I get punished.
So next time get some fucking manners. Act like you have your head in the game for once. I don’t give a shit if that flies with anyone else. I’m not like them. I refuse to lay down and take it. If I become a “statistic,” fuck it. This is the only warning. Because while I know the only place to go is in a pod or a box, you can bet your ass I’m not scared of either."
-Jason then looks at everyone there in the room. He can feel the nerves have built up again and digs in his pockets. The camera and the rest of the crew take a step back, but Jason only pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He flips open the lid, chooses one at random and pops one in his mouth. A flick of the lighter that was previously tucked into the cellophane lights it up. He quickly replaces it after a hearty puff and once again the pack retreats.-
“But I know y’all aren’t here for a social education. I even fucking doubt you listened to what I said. Nah, you came here for some hype right? That’s what a wrassler does. I’m struggling to even adjust my mindset to it. To be honest I’d rather be selling my message than selling my ability to bust a dome. But I get it. People rather see the violence. No problem. I’m no stranger to it. That’s all my life’s been till this point anyway."
-Jason takes a few more puffs while looking up at the ceiling. His knee and leg twitching up and down.-
“Well I’m sure most people out there don’t even know me, but when it comes show time they are going to learn. I could throw hands with the biggest motherfuckers out here already, but my boy Curtis? He’s got me to the next level. Yeah I admit too, at first I wasn’t serious about all this, but a few minutes inside those ropes, I knew I had something. All this rage I feel about my life can come out. I even feel sorry for the guy about to get into the ring with me.
What’s his name? O’Connor? He’s a decent sized guy to be sure. But I hear he runs around calling himself the terminator or some shit. He don’t look like no arny and he sure as hell ain’t ready to fight a real predator. Someone trying to pay his bills, someone who’s got real stakes on the line.
See this won’t be like kindergarten cop. I won’t have no kid gloves on with you. I’ve seen some tape. Curtis put me onto it. You like that flashy shit, moves that make the dummies clap! But none of that matters when I’m gonna plant an elbow in your face, making your brain jingle all the way. You may not be able to totally recall it after, but when the drugs wear off you’ll remember the villain who did it you.
While I may be your junior, I’m the Hercules in New York. You’re just collateral damage. I’m gonna put on my boots like a commando, and chase you down when you try to get away, running man. No escape plan gonna be enough and the aftermath will prove it. Consider this your first and last stand because short of sabotage I’m winning. And even after I’m going to stay hungry for the rest of them.
So while we wait, I’ll be out here pumping iron, taking care of the kid and I. I gave you the rundown, so while you got the raw deal and are ultimately expendable, you’ll give rise to the game changer, Jason Terrance."