Post by Jason Weslow on Nov 28, 2013 19:38:05 GMT -5
Scene One|Corpus Christi, Texas
A worn down shack comes into the frame, surrounded by vast; empty spaces. Well, aside from the heavily frosted grass that covers the ground and the few mice that have braved the cool conditions, all so that they can scurry for some food. The chilling wind bites through the air, combined with the moisture on the ground and the soft pattering of rain makes for conditions that would make the majority of humans shiver. Unless they are attired in warm enough clothing, or even multiple layers of clothing. A quick scan inside of the shack reveals that despite its worn down appearance externally, internally it's actually quite spacious and welcoming. Almost as if it were a home of some sorts, and it might be- to some hermit or a local farmer. There's a fireplace on the back wall, with a red/white/blue rug lying on the ground in front of it. Two black leather one-seat couches line either side of the fire place, although they are about three feet from the back wall and eight feet from one another. There's even a bed tucked away in the top right corner of the shack. It's homely indeed; a fact emphasized further when the flicking of a lighter can be heard and a male figure wearing a brown leather jacket over the top of a black shirt, jeans that are being held up by a brown leather belt which has a gold buckle and black leather cowboy style boots on his feet. It's obvious that the figure belongs to none other than Jason Weslow, who is in the midst of lighting up a Marlboro cigarette.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"You might be asking yourself 'what use does Jason have for a shack?' and normally, that question would be a very good one. See, this humble shack isnt the sort of place one would expect a wrestling promo to be cut. Nor would you expect it to be as homely and welcoming as it is. But there's a reason for all that. There's a reason i'm here and not out at some park or even at an arena, in order to tell you all what i have to say."
Pausing, Jason slips the lighter back into his jacket pocket before making his way over to the right hand side couch.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"What is that reason? It's simple. We all try to emulate the conditions on which we were bred upon. We try to 'turn back the clock'; return to our youth on a constant basis. We want to be innocent, and we want to be naive once again. The fact that people look at children with adoring eyes, nurturing them into being a splitting image of what they wish to be, is more than just revealing. It's the human mind, trying to reclaim the adulation it had lost. It's the feeling, of knowing that no matter what you do- you cannot be prosecuted. For it is constantly stated that children don't know right from wrong. That they don't truly understand what they are doing; the ramifications that would follow for adults. Yet at the same time, i dont want to go through that again. I don't want to have to confront the demons of my youth; i don't want to have to wander the streets, returning home to a place that was never truly "home". Some children are lucky to have the protective barrier of their parents, there to support them; hold their hand through life's bitter moments. Yet i never had that. I never truly had that one figure, that was willing to teach me all that I needed to know. All about just how naive i was."
Taking a puff of the cigarette, Jason softly sighs. Every time that he brings up the pain he went through growing up, he feels his mind contorting. He feels his body lose all sense of feeling. All sense of emotion. Not in the sense that he becomes a sadistic being- merely numb to it all. It's become a defense mechanism. Something that allows him to block everything out, and just talk.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"See, the nature of wishing for your childhood once again, is all apart of the mind's strategy. It wants you to believe that being a child will ensure that you don't have to face up to the daily stress. That you don't have to look inside of a mirror; dead in the mind, admit that your youthful nature, is what made you the way you are. That what you had elected as a child, led you down the path you now walk upon. Yet at the same time, it can be a strength. It can be a pillar- there to remind you, not all hope is lost. That you are still that innocent and bubbly personality, always giggling and enjoying life the way that nature had intended for you to. The way that you continuously seek to. You wonder where that all went? The moment that you shed the skin of your youth, is the very moment you confronted the real world for the first time. The very moment, that you left the cocoon that you had been neatly wrapped in; became a 'butterfly', or in this sense- the moment you realized that people were beginning to cast their gaze upon you. Not in an adoring manner, but instead a judgmental one. When they started forcing you to fend for yourself. For some, that moment came a lot earlier than it did for others."
A second puff. This time quicker than the first, reveals that Jason is starting to feel the stress behind his own words. The agony, of knowing that he never truly got that "innocence" that he had spoken about. That he had always been looked upon with a judgmental gaze.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"**almost a whisper** Yet those who got free, are the ones that never fought a moment. **louder, almost solemn** For those that had to scrap their way through the years; risk life and limb just to get a meal, they become merely a footnote in our time. We all forget about them, yet they all had a childhood too. They all had the same wishes for innocence and nativity that anybody else does...I should know. I'm one of them. Sure, i had a loving mother who did all she could to keep everything afloat, but it was never enough. She could do no more than the bare minimum and that hurt her, as much as it did me. As i've said before- I never wanted it to be that way. I wanted to be able to go out and simply enough life while I still could, but i just couldnt. Just like many others never got those chance. Some of them never even had a roof upon their heads and literally had to fight every second they breathed for what they were able to attain. I by no means am trying to play the 'woe is me' card. I never wanted sympathy, nor do i ever need it. I reveal all this, simply because I have nothing I need to hide. No skeletons in my closet- they're all out for the world to see. No facade, everything you need to know, is everything that you are told. I'm no saint; I'm not a hero. Never have been, and never will be."
Pausing, his breathing begins to settle, as he takes a final; more relaxed puff before tossing the cigarette into the near by bin. A slight smile crosses his face, as you can feel the impact of his words. The truth, that has just weaved it's way into the air from his very lips.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Im callous, I'm cold. Yet at the same time, i rely on the basic principle of respect; of dignity. I've never believed in justifying a single word that I say. For it is when you have to justify your words, that you express doubt. That you reveal that you dont hold those beliefs. I do. Every word i let out to the world, is a glimpse into my soul. It is a way, of getting to see the man. The human, that people would otherwise simply laugh off. We all pretend that it isn't there; that's what hurts most of all. Deep down, we all know there's no running from our end. That there's no running from the human instinct to fight; to wish that we never had to. But we learn. We desire. We crave."
A deep breath, before he returns to a mildly stoic expression, taking his jacket off and letting it crumble up on the leather behind him.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"And ultimately, we all shall end locked away. Six feet under, with our eyes closed forever. It's not about how it ends, it's about how we arrive at the end; whether or not we hold any regrets. And i don't. I don't hold any regrets for what I have done; what i will do until the final hour strikes. But that doesn't matter. Not just now."
The tone begins to change. From cold, almost bitter to a more warm; friendly tone. A passive demeanor, accompanied by a smirk appearing across his lips.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Not while theres still fights out there to be fought. To be won. Or to be revealed. Just like there was, the moment i stepped into the ring, looking dead into the eyes of John Gable, Logan, Chris Sydal and Ryan Rhodes. Two current champions, one former champion; three men that would send shivers down the spines of the majority. Yet i merely saw them as the next phase. As those, who had to come forth, realize their own final frontier. Realize that their last step, rested solely in my hands. Eric Price, Tasha Lavondyss and Makalya Cooper battled alongside me- holding the keys to the stanza. Holding the instincts that humans process, before their very eyes. While the deck may have been stacked, the bullets were already in the gun, just waiting to be fired. The missiles, waiting to be driven through the hearts of those who fell."
Pulling out his lighter again, he flicks it up; hovering the flame mere inches from the palm of his hand.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"One can never understand the fire that burns inside. The desire, of a warrior when encountering it's one true calling. They can try to extinguish it, but it never fades. Each time they try, it only burns brighter and with a piercing intensity. A passion, set only by those who wander within its glow. Combined with a bullet, it becomes the ultimate weapon. It becomes the final knell, for those who stand in it's wake. Just as it did for Chris Sydal and by association- Ryan Rhodes, John Gable and Logan. Makalya fired the final shot, but it was us, that sealed their fate. That closed the coffin upon their destiny. Their desires. There cravings to become the driven spirits that they had claimed. It all works in phases, as if you were reading a manual. Each step as important as the last, in the construction of the final piece. Of the design, that you had devoted countless hours to. That you had attempted to perfect. See, it's almost like a recipe as well as a manual, yet many try to change it. They modify it, in order to suit their own needs; their own desires. And thats OK. Yet the manual always contains the same principles. Principles, that have been embedded within the mind for millions of years, only slightly changing as humans have evolved over time."
Releasing the lighter, he laughs as the flame recoils back, allowing him to return it to his pocket once more.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"If the ones that came before us did not evolve, then just like the flame- we would have all burned out by now. We as a species would be no more. It has translated into the wrestling industry, by means of the evolution from those that were lumbering brawlers, looking to impose their authority upon the pack via their usage of brute force and unforeseen strength to those that are quicker; more athletic in nature. Those, who can technically control the tempo of a match and force it onto their terms. And it's not just the smaller wrestlers that have brought that evolutionary path either- those that once relied on their strength and raw power have adapted; modified with the times."
Smiling, Jason slightly wriggles his body in an attempt to acquire further comfort.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Those who failed to adapt, were slowly weeded out. Left in the bitter cold; isolated from the rest of the wrestling society. Yes, it sounds harsh, but that's how wrestling is. No, that's how life in its purest form is. Thats all wrestling is- art imitating life. Yet there's many who cannot comprehend that. Or they just refuse to; acting ignorant at it's mere mention. Those are the ones who will fall. Those are the ones that shall die out, while the industry churns out the next generation."
Laughing, he realizes that alot of his detractors will lump him in with that batch, but he's not. In fact, Jason is one of the key proponents of the evolution of which he speaks. He's thirty-one, but ever since he first stepped into the ring, hes been adapting to his surroundings. He's been keeping not just with the game, but also one step ahead of it. In fact, it was Jason that was one of the originators of the "hybrid" MMA style becoming a key force in the industry. Sure, people had used it before him, but he transcended it. He added little elements that adjusted the base; made it into the style that many others have begun to adapt as there own. He even has a sprinkle of the lucha libre style that was popularized in Mexico, including his "Black Reign"- a move that he has pulled out when signaling the end is nigh to many a foe.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Yet the principles of winning and losing have remained. The principles of manipulating one's rival; luring them into traps that are designed to not only injure them in the psychical sense, but also the sense of breaking their spirit have remained constant. They have withstood the barrage; the winds of change that have swept through. They are what the business revolves around and will continue to revolve around. Many have called me the most cunning and shrewd individual to ever set foot between the ropes, but that is a lie. I'm just simply aware of the circumstances we are surrounded by; armed with the knowledge of not only how to circumvent them, but also modify them in my own unique ways. Bend them, so that just when my opponent has thought the war is over, i press the button and take them to a whole new height."
The words linger, as Jason simply rests his arms against the armrests on the couch.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"I by no means consider myself to be the best. I just consider myself to be the one that elevates the next generation to where they can make that claim. The one, that is the final obstacle to their success. See, ive been down the road many times before. Ive stepped between those ropes, given my foes a fight that not only they would remember, but one that was imprinted within their minds, as the moment they took that leap of faith. The moment, that they realized that maybe the shining lights and the adulation was their true calling."
Slightly smirking, he allows the fact that he has managed to draw people into listening to him in. The fact, that everyone is now virtually glued to their nearest computer screen or Television; locked in a trance.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"That maybe, that their claim to fame was more than just an internal thought, that they have been hammering into the minds of anybody that would listen and care about what theyre engaging in discourse about. Yes, its all relative to the fact that i am in another tag team match this week, this time alongside Makalya Cooper and against Kevin and George."
It all ties into wrestling. No matter how out-of-whack his words might seem. How intense his nature comes out, it ultimately all returns to the wrestling ring. Its painting a story, yet also making people think about what he has to say; the methods that he goes about saying it.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"See, Kevin and George are subjects of my first example. People, who will try and impose their own will upon whoever will listen and care, yet haven't yet reached their apex. They haven't quite sat down and truly understood the words that come into the air. The lessons that they are learning, each and every moment that they wander this earth. See, while they might be gifted psychically, the major component that they have revealed their weaknesses within is the one that plays right into the dealer's hand. Their mentality is to try and over-saturate; bombard everyone with the word "Nerd", as if it actually holds any true relevance in wrestling."
Pausing, Jason's expression returns to a stoic demeanor, although there is a slight glint in his eyes.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"'Doesnt that mean they're under your skin?' **shaking his head slightly** Not at all. Why am i bringing up their false belief that the fact that they like to call people nerds; believe that it holds relevance in wrestling? Simply due to the fact that their beliefs are misguided in nature. See, George and by association, Kevin are more focused on trying to woo Makalya and Chelsea, rather than the fact that a) Chelsea isn't in the match this week; she's married and with a daughter and b) Makalya isn't the solitary component of the opposing team. You'd think that they would know to do research on all components of a match, considering how in football- one must study their potential opponents; find a way to ensure that their impact upon the encounter is minimized. But they dont, or they quite simply havent felt as if it is a matter of need at this moment of time- the allure of stepping inside of the ring with Mak has been enough to make them salivate; to make them lust simply to get their hands all over her body."
A slight smile crosses Jason's face. Although he has stated on social media that his relationship with Mak is strictly on a business level **it is**, he does understand the allure she'd have on men. Heck, if he was simple, he knows he'd probably be in the same position as Kevin and George, even if he has been a master of separating business from pleasure in the past. She is after all, a well-crafted woman, who professes her love for sports. Two mannerisms that all males tend to look for in a potential partner.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"They yearn to be able to have her all to themselves, but that's both impractical and just plain ignorant to the situation at hand. Do i blame them for being that way toward Mak? Not at all, i understand completely that she is the sort of girl that they would see as the perfect partner, but it's not in her wishes. Of course, the psychology of the male mind doesnt accept rejection to well; I've been in that situation before, and i know the pain of being told that you aren't what a particular girl that you had set your sights upon, is looking for in a man. Ultimately, that should be irrelevant- sure, be frustrated but know that maybe, you hadnt been looking in the right places. But this isnt about me or my personal experiences. The fact is, Mak isn't the only obstacle that Kevin and George have to confront going into the tag match. There's also the issue of having to stand toe to toe with me."
The pursing of his lips on the "me" pushes the word through the air, in a manner that would be like cutting through it with a knife or other sharp instrument.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Both men will be almost casting one eye upon Mak, almost teasing her; hoping that i shall feel the need to tag her in, allowing them to fulfill their little fantasy. And yes, that time will come when they get the opportunity to be in the ring with her, but Mak's a fighter. Im sure that she'll be taunting them- reminding them that the 'we always want what we can't have' quotation holds true in the situation that awaits on Sunday. Thats her prerogative and I'm not in the position where i'll stand in the way of her doing so. What i will be in the position of doing, is denying George and denying Kevin the opportunity to salivate for too long. To allow their minds to wander from the fact that they will be locked inside of the ring, with quite possibly the most focused fighter they've ever had to come across. A tenacious and almost pit-bull like grappler who will be looking to hurt them in as many ways as possible. It's the principle of two bullets being fired from two different directions. The moment that you elect the one to focus your attention upon, the other hits the fatal blow. Both bullets are lethal, yet you only choose the one that you can see. The one, that is pressed virtually against your temple. For that is the one that you wish to fire the shot; end it all as painlessly as possible."
The sound that sounds like a bullet being loaded into the chamber can be heard, but it is soon realized that its merely the sound of Jason's tongue clicking against his teeth.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"The second gun is pressed right up against your spine; designed to cripple you before you close your eyes forever. Both guns have you in a state of paralysis, but the one against your temple is the easy way out. It is an escape from the agony of having to let a piercing yell radiate throughout the air as you fall. Both can kill you, in their own way. I'm the gun pressed up against your spine- i mightn't be the most graceful or the most exotic, but i can hurt you. I can virtually kill your chances of being able to walk out with pride intact. As can Makalya, who is resembled by the gun against your temple. She's exotic, she's graceful and she's the one that has you in fits mentally and also in a romantic sense. It's a wool over your eyes, blinding you and leading you down a misguided path. Yet you willingly go. You willingly have sealed your own fate, having been led right to the edge of a cliff, guns pressed firmly against you; nowhere that you can turn.
So, why am i not as entranced as the both of you? The answer to that is very simple. Im not in this match for the lust of Makalya. I'm not engaging in a battle for her affections- to me, she is nothing more than an acquaintance; a partner that will go about her own thing backstage, just as i go about mine. Sure, we might catch up for a drink after the match, but it'll be nothing more than a signal of friendship. I'm already in a happy marriage and fight for not just myself, but also my wife Simone and our adorable little girl Shenea. They are the strings that hold together the guitar inside of my heart."
If there were a pre-taped audience, it's certain that they would be aww'ng right now.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"This week, know that i am your final frontier Kevin and George. And that come Sunday, you'll either be standing tall or simply falling by the wayside. It's your choice, the path you decide to take."
A soft laughter floats into the air, as the feed cuts into nothing but black.
Scene Two|Corpus Christi, Texas
It's about five hours since the last statements were made by Jason and he has changed scenery from the shack. Instead, he is surrounding by a plethora of people **let's just say about 2,500. A nice, round numeral** and seated in front of an oak table, while on a black leather chair. Yes, he's at one of those 'meet and greet' sessions that you hear so often about, but it's not a W.C.F sanctioned event. Instead, this is actually the work of his agent Peter Phelps; designed to acquire publicity before the release of a tell-all interview with long-time; renowned wrestling journalist Bill Apter, due to be released on DVD from the eleventh of December. Wearing a navy blue jumper, jeans and brown polished loafers, he looks every bit the consummate professional that he has portrayed over the eight years in the professional wrestling business, even if this was simply announced as a casual event. That's simply because of Jason's belief that one must look the part, if they are to be taken seriously in the role.
Anyway, a male of about thirty-five years of age; attired in a brown polo shirt, black pants and black Adidas sneakers with a red logo comes walking up to the table, placing a book down for Jason to sign **which he obliges with** before scooping it up and walking off, only muttering the traditional "thank you" as a sign of his gratitude for the act Jason had just committed. That is soon followed by another male figure, this one of about twenty-nine years of age and wearing a black "Elite Mentality" **Jason's old t-shirt** shirt, jeans and white Nike shoes with a yellow swoosh. Placing a piece of paper on the table, he smiles at the sight of the man that it's obvious he's a massive fan of.
~Fan~
"Will this interview reveal the truth behind why the "Elite" broke up in 2009? Or is it just going to be another sugar-coated story like we've heard so many times before?"
Dragging his palm up toward his face, Jason simply looks at the fan and smirks slightly.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"I haven't sugar-coated anything about the topics discussed in the interview, so what you'll be hearing is one-hundred percent the truth. Including about why the "Elite" broke up."
The fan nods, pleased about the response that he was just given.
~Fan~
"Will there be any bonuses if we've pre-ordered the DVD?"
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Thats for you to bring up with Human Relations, not me."
Signing the paper, Jason pushes it back across to the fan who nods and smiles, thanking Jason for the autograph and walking back in the direction that he had presumably once come from **that being north-west**. Several more fans follow, some female but the majority of them being men who have watched; idolized Jason as he has carved himself a niche inside of the wrestling business. He knows that he'll never be the most popular with the fans- that's not his aim. Thats not why he wrestles at all. Not that he doesn't appreciated the fans that he does have, but to him- they are but a minor relevance to his purpose. To his goals. Meet and greets like this are typically "ice breakers" between him and the fans, which is the way they ought to be. The free publicity might be good, but at the end of the day- these sorts of events are held for the fans.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Sometimes, we just have to remind ourselves that without people willingly buying the product we are trying to feed to them, that we'd all be without a job. Sure, they can be fickle; change their opinions on a second-to-second basis, but that's just how life is sometimes. Just as we can be overly cynical, as can those who pay their hard-earned money to watch."
Sighing, Jason slightly turns his head to the right; seeing the black pinstriped suit wearing figure of Peter, exchanging words with a second figure, who is attired in a red blazer, black pants and brown cowboy-style leather boots. It's believed to be Nigel George, the director Peter hired for the specific purpose of distributing the DVD's, as well as any Public Relations events that might need to be done, including the meet and greet we're currently finding ourselves filming from.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Everyone has asked me what led to my decision to stay neutral on the whole war that has broken out in the W.C.F, thus leading them to believe that i'm inclined to be on the side of Sarah Twilight. Even though i plainly stated that I simply am not one to make a rash decision, when i don't have the proper education on the surrounding circumstances. Yes, Sarah hates those who have recently joined the federation and wants to suppress us as much as possible, but it's not about her. It's not even about those who agree with her and just want the veterans to take a stand. It's not even about the need to prove her wrong. It runs much deeper than that; i am not the one to fight that battle. I am not the one, that is in the position to kill the machine from the inside- others are more informed and educated in order to deliver the final blow."
You can feel the calmness in his words. The belief, that he holds within himself.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"My focus rests solely on the tasks that i personally, have been put forth in. The matches, that have been scheduled for me to compete. Just as i said earlier, my full focus is on what's best for me. That's not to be egotistical or arrogant- it's merely the truth. The more you focus on the external, the more the internal eats away under your skin. The world is cruel; it is callous and unforgiving and you have to be ready and willing to match it, if you wish to survive. There is no such thing as the perfect hero, as they like to portray in the movies, or in books. They are merely a construct, designed to return the innocence that had once been lost. To give hope, that someday we can all reclaim our youth. Even those, who have had to scratch and claw for the entirety of their life, whether that be because they lost their parents at a young age, or because they had no other alternative."
His emotions show, as a singular tear runs down his cheek, although he swiftly raises his left hand; wiping it away. Although he is willing to admit to his flaws and his weaknesses, he knows that sometimes it's better if he keeps a tough exterior. Keeps the image of being a persona that is never truly rattled imprinted inside of the minds of his fans. Inside of the mind of his foes.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Yet there's also those that had what would be recorded as the 'perfect' upbringing. Where they got everything handed to them on a silver platter, but does that truly make them a villain? Or is it just jealously? I don't hate those who had it better off than me, i dont have lesser thoughts of those who had it equal or even worse than i did growing up. Why hate them, if they did nothing to you personally? See, thats what the majority of people seem to neglect- the fact that just because they act up themselves and arrogant, doesn't mean that you have a right or a privilege to hate them. If they do something to you personally that incites hatred, then it's a different story altogether. But hating them for the sake of hating them doesn't make you any better, as much as you'd wish to believe that it does. If anything, it just shows you as being nothing more than a little child who's world revolves around them and them only. That might very well be true."
Raising his right hand slightly, he strokes his chin before smirking and watching some of the fans that had been clamoring around him earlier, walk off; back toward their cars, in order to get on with their daily life. Pushing himself off the seat, he slowly picks up some of the signing materials as well as some cash that had been left as donations to the "Weslow Society" **a charity Jason founded in order to aid those in less fortunate circumstances**. There's about $4,500 there. Not much, but seeing as Jason didnt actually request this to be a charity event, it's still a good amount for about four hours of signings.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Ive got nothing against those that want to act like petulant children, nor will i cast judgement upon them for doing so. All I am here to do, is educate you; to show you that maybe, the best thing that you can do for yourself, is look deep inside of a mirror. Reflect upon what it is that you see inside of it. Some people might believe I take the moral 'high ground', but i dont. It might be seen as 'high ground' not to want to attack anybody, but in the same breath- ive stated that I'm not one to make rash decisions. Thats exactly what an attack is- a rash decision; one that can easily backfire if not executed in a well thought out and educated manner. I firmly believe in the principle of 'holding your card's close to your chest' and just waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Just waiting, until the precise window of opportunity is opened and you're in the best position that you can be."
Walking by Peter and Nigel, he smiles at the two of them as they continue their conversation, which from the outside looking in- appears to be very civil and calm in nature.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Ive done some things that others would consider immoral. Ive done things that go against the very fabric of which my beliefs are built upon, but do i regret it. No. We all have wandered asunder from the path we set about taking. We've all made our mistakes and committed misdemeanors over the years, yet one cannot regret them. For regret, is simply a sign that you failed your own self. That you refuse to accept that you could bring about such agony. Is it OK to admit that you were wrong? Yes, but admittance is not a sign of regret. Nor is regret a sign of admittance. As i said before- I'm cold, i'm callous. Two things that one wouldn't expect upon first glance, but two things that i'm happy to confess about the persona i live in."
A slightly cold expression begins to drift over him, affirming his last remark.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Look deep inside of my eyes; tell me if i've got anything to hide. I preach about the truth, revealing your true personality, and thats what I truly believe. Could it be turned against me? Of course, but that also goes for if you try to hide for a facade. If you try and disguise everything under smoke and mirrors- you'll wake up and see, that nothing had ever become resolved. W.C.F, i am your final frontier; come the day when you step into the ring with me, you'll see that I'm not just saying that. I say it, because it is nothing short of the truth."
Reaching his car, Jason lets out a final; soft breath before the feed begins to cut into black.
Scene Three|Monologue|Online
I've never been much of a tag-team wrestler.
Sure, i've won tag belts eleven times in my career, but if you look deeper into those numbers- I've only teamed with two different people.
That was before I entered the W.C.F. Instantly, I have competed in an eight-person tag and am once again competing in a tag team match this upcoming week.
I have no qualms in doing so, as Mak is a feisty competitor and each of my team-mates last week pulled their weight; we worked as a cohesive unit because of it. That's what tag team wrestling is supposed to be about- having enough faith that your team-mates will be able to carry themselves in the ring. Be there as a supporting channel, for when you need them to.
As for our opponents. Both Kevin and George have established a connection between them; they know just what needs to be done. That makes for a dangerous pairing, but the fact remains- they've got their sights set on solely Makalya Cooper for this week's encounter.
Not me.
Usually, one would be angered by that, but I'm not. It doesn't actually phase me one singular iota. My earlier comments about that topic were merely to remind them that football is similar to wrestling. That when placed in a tag team encounter, one must focus on both components. Not just the one that they find to have more of an aura.
Mak knows where I stand with her, by the way.
This week, i have my own goals, my own desires. They all revolve around going out there and opening the eyes of both Kevin and George. Making them see, that sometimes- focusing your energy on running around and talking down to others, should have been spent studying and devoting commitment to scouting and research.
I am their final frontier.
It's their choice, the path they take. Whether they stand tall, or fall by the wayside.
A worn down shack comes into the frame, surrounded by vast; empty spaces. Well, aside from the heavily frosted grass that covers the ground and the few mice that have braved the cool conditions, all so that they can scurry for some food. The chilling wind bites through the air, combined with the moisture on the ground and the soft pattering of rain makes for conditions that would make the majority of humans shiver. Unless they are attired in warm enough clothing, or even multiple layers of clothing. A quick scan inside of the shack reveals that despite its worn down appearance externally, internally it's actually quite spacious and welcoming. Almost as if it were a home of some sorts, and it might be- to some hermit or a local farmer. There's a fireplace on the back wall, with a red/white/blue rug lying on the ground in front of it. Two black leather one-seat couches line either side of the fire place, although they are about three feet from the back wall and eight feet from one another. There's even a bed tucked away in the top right corner of the shack. It's homely indeed; a fact emphasized further when the flicking of a lighter can be heard and a male figure wearing a brown leather jacket over the top of a black shirt, jeans that are being held up by a brown leather belt which has a gold buckle and black leather cowboy style boots on his feet. It's obvious that the figure belongs to none other than Jason Weslow, who is in the midst of lighting up a Marlboro cigarette.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"You might be asking yourself 'what use does Jason have for a shack?' and normally, that question would be a very good one. See, this humble shack isnt the sort of place one would expect a wrestling promo to be cut. Nor would you expect it to be as homely and welcoming as it is. But there's a reason for all that. There's a reason i'm here and not out at some park or even at an arena, in order to tell you all what i have to say."
Pausing, Jason slips the lighter back into his jacket pocket before making his way over to the right hand side couch.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"What is that reason? It's simple. We all try to emulate the conditions on which we were bred upon. We try to 'turn back the clock'; return to our youth on a constant basis. We want to be innocent, and we want to be naive once again. The fact that people look at children with adoring eyes, nurturing them into being a splitting image of what they wish to be, is more than just revealing. It's the human mind, trying to reclaim the adulation it had lost. It's the feeling, of knowing that no matter what you do- you cannot be prosecuted. For it is constantly stated that children don't know right from wrong. That they don't truly understand what they are doing; the ramifications that would follow for adults. Yet at the same time, i dont want to go through that again. I don't want to have to confront the demons of my youth; i don't want to have to wander the streets, returning home to a place that was never truly "home". Some children are lucky to have the protective barrier of their parents, there to support them; hold their hand through life's bitter moments. Yet i never had that. I never truly had that one figure, that was willing to teach me all that I needed to know. All about just how naive i was."
Taking a puff of the cigarette, Jason softly sighs. Every time that he brings up the pain he went through growing up, he feels his mind contorting. He feels his body lose all sense of feeling. All sense of emotion. Not in the sense that he becomes a sadistic being- merely numb to it all. It's become a defense mechanism. Something that allows him to block everything out, and just talk.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"See, the nature of wishing for your childhood once again, is all apart of the mind's strategy. It wants you to believe that being a child will ensure that you don't have to face up to the daily stress. That you don't have to look inside of a mirror; dead in the mind, admit that your youthful nature, is what made you the way you are. That what you had elected as a child, led you down the path you now walk upon. Yet at the same time, it can be a strength. It can be a pillar- there to remind you, not all hope is lost. That you are still that innocent and bubbly personality, always giggling and enjoying life the way that nature had intended for you to. The way that you continuously seek to. You wonder where that all went? The moment that you shed the skin of your youth, is the very moment you confronted the real world for the first time. The very moment, that you left the cocoon that you had been neatly wrapped in; became a 'butterfly', or in this sense- the moment you realized that people were beginning to cast their gaze upon you. Not in an adoring manner, but instead a judgmental one. When they started forcing you to fend for yourself. For some, that moment came a lot earlier than it did for others."
A second puff. This time quicker than the first, reveals that Jason is starting to feel the stress behind his own words. The agony, of knowing that he never truly got that "innocence" that he had spoken about. That he had always been looked upon with a judgmental gaze.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"**almost a whisper** Yet those who got free, are the ones that never fought a moment. **louder, almost solemn** For those that had to scrap their way through the years; risk life and limb just to get a meal, they become merely a footnote in our time. We all forget about them, yet they all had a childhood too. They all had the same wishes for innocence and nativity that anybody else does...I should know. I'm one of them. Sure, i had a loving mother who did all she could to keep everything afloat, but it was never enough. She could do no more than the bare minimum and that hurt her, as much as it did me. As i've said before- I never wanted it to be that way. I wanted to be able to go out and simply enough life while I still could, but i just couldnt. Just like many others never got those chance. Some of them never even had a roof upon their heads and literally had to fight every second they breathed for what they were able to attain. I by no means am trying to play the 'woe is me' card. I never wanted sympathy, nor do i ever need it. I reveal all this, simply because I have nothing I need to hide. No skeletons in my closet- they're all out for the world to see. No facade, everything you need to know, is everything that you are told. I'm no saint; I'm not a hero. Never have been, and never will be."
Pausing, his breathing begins to settle, as he takes a final; more relaxed puff before tossing the cigarette into the near by bin. A slight smile crosses his face, as you can feel the impact of his words. The truth, that has just weaved it's way into the air from his very lips.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Im callous, I'm cold. Yet at the same time, i rely on the basic principle of respect; of dignity. I've never believed in justifying a single word that I say. For it is when you have to justify your words, that you express doubt. That you reveal that you dont hold those beliefs. I do. Every word i let out to the world, is a glimpse into my soul. It is a way, of getting to see the man. The human, that people would otherwise simply laugh off. We all pretend that it isn't there; that's what hurts most of all. Deep down, we all know there's no running from our end. That there's no running from the human instinct to fight; to wish that we never had to. But we learn. We desire. We crave."
A deep breath, before he returns to a mildly stoic expression, taking his jacket off and letting it crumble up on the leather behind him.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"And ultimately, we all shall end locked away. Six feet under, with our eyes closed forever. It's not about how it ends, it's about how we arrive at the end; whether or not we hold any regrets. And i don't. I don't hold any regrets for what I have done; what i will do until the final hour strikes. But that doesn't matter. Not just now."
The tone begins to change. From cold, almost bitter to a more warm; friendly tone. A passive demeanor, accompanied by a smirk appearing across his lips.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Not while theres still fights out there to be fought. To be won. Or to be revealed. Just like there was, the moment i stepped into the ring, looking dead into the eyes of John Gable, Logan, Chris Sydal and Ryan Rhodes. Two current champions, one former champion; three men that would send shivers down the spines of the majority. Yet i merely saw them as the next phase. As those, who had to come forth, realize their own final frontier. Realize that their last step, rested solely in my hands. Eric Price, Tasha Lavondyss and Makalya Cooper battled alongside me- holding the keys to the stanza. Holding the instincts that humans process, before their very eyes. While the deck may have been stacked, the bullets were already in the gun, just waiting to be fired. The missiles, waiting to be driven through the hearts of those who fell."
Pulling out his lighter again, he flicks it up; hovering the flame mere inches from the palm of his hand.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"One can never understand the fire that burns inside. The desire, of a warrior when encountering it's one true calling. They can try to extinguish it, but it never fades. Each time they try, it only burns brighter and with a piercing intensity. A passion, set only by those who wander within its glow. Combined with a bullet, it becomes the ultimate weapon. It becomes the final knell, for those who stand in it's wake. Just as it did for Chris Sydal and by association- Ryan Rhodes, John Gable and Logan. Makalya fired the final shot, but it was us, that sealed their fate. That closed the coffin upon their destiny. Their desires. There cravings to become the driven spirits that they had claimed. It all works in phases, as if you were reading a manual. Each step as important as the last, in the construction of the final piece. Of the design, that you had devoted countless hours to. That you had attempted to perfect. See, it's almost like a recipe as well as a manual, yet many try to change it. They modify it, in order to suit their own needs; their own desires. And thats OK. Yet the manual always contains the same principles. Principles, that have been embedded within the mind for millions of years, only slightly changing as humans have evolved over time."
Releasing the lighter, he laughs as the flame recoils back, allowing him to return it to his pocket once more.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"If the ones that came before us did not evolve, then just like the flame- we would have all burned out by now. We as a species would be no more. It has translated into the wrestling industry, by means of the evolution from those that were lumbering brawlers, looking to impose their authority upon the pack via their usage of brute force and unforeseen strength to those that are quicker; more athletic in nature. Those, who can technically control the tempo of a match and force it onto their terms. And it's not just the smaller wrestlers that have brought that evolutionary path either- those that once relied on their strength and raw power have adapted; modified with the times."
Smiling, Jason slightly wriggles his body in an attempt to acquire further comfort.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Those who failed to adapt, were slowly weeded out. Left in the bitter cold; isolated from the rest of the wrestling society. Yes, it sounds harsh, but that's how wrestling is. No, that's how life in its purest form is. Thats all wrestling is- art imitating life. Yet there's many who cannot comprehend that. Or they just refuse to; acting ignorant at it's mere mention. Those are the ones who will fall. Those are the ones that shall die out, while the industry churns out the next generation."
Laughing, he realizes that alot of his detractors will lump him in with that batch, but he's not. In fact, Jason is one of the key proponents of the evolution of which he speaks. He's thirty-one, but ever since he first stepped into the ring, hes been adapting to his surroundings. He's been keeping not just with the game, but also one step ahead of it. In fact, it was Jason that was one of the originators of the "hybrid" MMA style becoming a key force in the industry. Sure, people had used it before him, but he transcended it. He added little elements that adjusted the base; made it into the style that many others have begun to adapt as there own. He even has a sprinkle of the lucha libre style that was popularized in Mexico, including his "Black Reign"- a move that he has pulled out when signaling the end is nigh to many a foe.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Yet the principles of winning and losing have remained. The principles of manipulating one's rival; luring them into traps that are designed to not only injure them in the psychical sense, but also the sense of breaking their spirit have remained constant. They have withstood the barrage; the winds of change that have swept through. They are what the business revolves around and will continue to revolve around. Many have called me the most cunning and shrewd individual to ever set foot between the ropes, but that is a lie. I'm just simply aware of the circumstances we are surrounded by; armed with the knowledge of not only how to circumvent them, but also modify them in my own unique ways. Bend them, so that just when my opponent has thought the war is over, i press the button and take them to a whole new height."
The words linger, as Jason simply rests his arms against the armrests on the couch.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"I by no means consider myself to be the best. I just consider myself to be the one that elevates the next generation to where they can make that claim. The one, that is the final obstacle to their success. See, ive been down the road many times before. Ive stepped between those ropes, given my foes a fight that not only they would remember, but one that was imprinted within their minds, as the moment they took that leap of faith. The moment, that they realized that maybe the shining lights and the adulation was their true calling."
Slightly smirking, he allows the fact that he has managed to draw people into listening to him in. The fact, that everyone is now virtually glued to their nearest computer screen or Television; locked in a trance.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"That maybe, that their claim to fame was more than just an internal thought, that they have been hammering into the minds of anybody that would listen and care about what theyre engaging in discourse about. Yes, its all relative to the fact that i am in another tag team match this week, this time alongside Makalya Cooper and against Kevin and George."
It all ties into wrestling. No matter how out-of-whack his words might seem. How intense his nature comes out, it ultimately all returns to the wrestling ring. Its painting a story, yet also making people think about what he has to say; the methods that he goes about saying it.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"See, Kevin and George are subjects of my first example. People, who will try and impose their own will upon whoever will listen and care, yet haven't yet reached their apex. They haven't quite sat down and truly understood the words that come into the air. The lessons that they are learning, each and every moment that they wander this earth. See, while they might be gifted psychically, the major component that they have revealed their weaknesses within is the one that plays right into the dealer's hand. Their mentality is to try and over-saturate; bombard everyone with the word "Nerd", as if it actually holds any true relevance in wrestling."
Pausing, Jason's expression returns to a stoic demeanor, although there is a slight glint in his eyes.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"'Doesnt that mean they're under your skin?' **shaking his head slightly** Not at all. Why am i bringing up their false belief that the fact that they like to call people nerds; believe that it holds relevance in wrestling? Simply due to the fact that their beliefs are misguided in nature. See, George and by association, Kevin are more focused on trying to woo Makalya and Chelsea, rather than the fact that a) Chelsea isn't in the match this week; she's married and with a daughter and b) Makalya isn't the solitary component of the opposing team. You'd think that they would know to do research on all components of a match, considering how in football- one must study their potential opponents; find a way to ensure that their impact upon the encounter is minimized. But they dont, or they quite simply havent felt as if it is a matter of need at this moment of time- the allure of stepping inside of the ring with Mak has been enough to make them salivate; to make them lust simply to get their hands all over her body."
A slight smile crosses Jason's face. Although he has stated on social media that his relationship with Mak is strictly on a business level **it is**, he does understand the allure she'd have on men. Heck, if he was simple, he knows he'd probably be in the same position as Kevin and George, even if he has been a master of separating business from pleasure in the past. She is after all, a well-crafted woman, who professes her love for sports. Two mannerisms that all males tend to look for in a potential partner.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"They yearn to be able to have her all to themselves, but that's both impractical and just plain ignorant to the situation at hand. Do i blame them for being that way toward Mak? Not at all, i understand completely that she is the sort of girl that they would see as the perfect partner, but it's not in her wishes. Of course, the psychology of the male mind doesnt accept rejection to well; I've been in that situation before, and i know the pain of being told that you aren't what a particular girl that you had set your sights upon, is looking for in a man. Ultimately, that should be irrelevant- sure, be frustrated but know that maybe, you hadnt been looking in the right places. But this isnt about me or my personal experiences. The fact is, Mak isn't the only obstacle that Kevin and George have to confront going into the tag match. There's also the issue of having to stand toe to toe with me."
The pursing of his lips on the "me" pushes the word through the air, in a manner that would be like cutting through it with a knife or other sharp instrument.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Both men will be almost casting one eye upon Mak, almost teasing her; hoping that i shall feel the need to tag her in, allowing them to fulfill their little fantasy. And yes, that time will come when they get the opportunity to be in the ring with her, but Mak's a fighter. Im sure that she'll be taunting them- reminding them that the 'we always want what we can't have' quotation holds true in the situation that awaits on Sunday. Thats her prerogative and I'm not in the position where i'll stand in the way of her doing so. What i will be in the position of doing, is denying George and denying Kevin the opportunity to salivate for too long. To allow their minds to wander from the fact that they will be locked inside of the ring, with quite possibly the most focused fighter they've ever had to come across. A tenacious and almost pit-bull like grappler who will be looking to hurt them in as many ways as possible. It's the principle of two bullets being fired from two different directions. The moment that you elect the one to focus your attention upon, the other hits the fatal blow. Both bullets are lethal, yet you only choose the one that you can see. The one, that is pressed virtually against your temple. For that is the one that you wish to fire the shot; end it all as painlessly as possible."
The sound that sounds like a bullet being loaded into the chamber can be heard, but it is soon realized that its merely the sound of Jason's tongue clicking against his teeth.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"The second gun is pressed right up against your spine; designed to cripple you before you close your eyes forever. Both guns have you in a state of paralysis, but the one against your temple is the easy way out. It is an escape from the agony of having to let a piercing yell radiate throughout the air as you fall. Both can kill you, in their own way. I'm the gun pressed up against your spine- i mightn't be the most graceful or the most exotic, but i can hurt you. I can virtually kill your chances of being able to walk out with pride intact. As can Makalya, who is resembled by the gun against your temple. She's exotic, she's graceful and she's the one that has you in fits mentally and also in a romantic sense. It's a wool over your eyes, blinding you and leading you down a misguided path. Yet you willingly go. You willingly have sealed your own fate, having been led right to the edge of a cliff, guns pressed firmly against you; nowhere that you can turn.
So, why am i not as entranced as the both of you? The answer to that is very simple. Im not in this match for the lust of Makalya. I'm not engaging in a battle for her affections- to me, she is nothing more than an acquaintance; a partner that will go about her own thing backstage, just as i go about mine. Sure, we might catch up for a drink after the match, but it'll be nothing more than a signal of friendship. I'm already in a happy marriage and fight for not just myself, but also my wife Simone and our adorable little girl Shenea. They are the strings that hold together the guitar inside of my heart."
If there were a pre-taped audience, it's certain that they would be aww'ng right now.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"This week, know that i am your final frontier Kevin and George. And that come Sunday, you'll either be standing tall or simply falling by the wayside. It's your choice, the path you decide to take."
A soft laughter floats into the air, as the feed cuts into nothing but black.
Scene Two|Corpus Christi, Texas
It's about five hours since the last statements were made by Jason and he has changed scenery from the shack. Instead, he is surrounding by a plethora of people **let's just say about 2,500. A nice, round numeral** and seated in front of an oak table, while on a black leather chair. Yes, he's at one of those 'meet and greet' sessions that you hear so often about, but it's not a W.C.F sanctioned event. Instead, this is actually the work of his agent Peter Phelps; designed to acquire publicity before the release of a tell-all interview with long-time; renowned wrestling journalist Bill Apter, due to be released on DVD from the eleventh of December. Wearing a navy blue jumper, jeans and brown polished loafers, he looks every bit the consummate professional that he has portrayed over the eight years in the professional wrestling business, even if this was simply announced as a casual event. That's simply because of Jason's belief that one must look the part, if they are to be taken seriously in the role.
Anyway, a male of about thirty-five years of age; attired in a brown polo shirt, black pants and black Adidas sneakers with a red logo comes walking up to the table, placing a book down for Jason to sign **which he obliges with** before scooping it up and walking off, only muttering the traditional "thank you" as a sign of his gratitude for the act Jason had just committed. That is soon followed by another male figure, this one of about twenty-nine years of age and wearing a black "Elite Mentality" **Jason's old t-shirt** shirt, jeans and white Nike shoes with a yellow swoosh. Placing a piece of paper on the table, he smiles at the sight of the man that it's obvious he's a massive fan of.
~Fan~
"Will this interview reveal the truth behind why the "Elite" broke up in 2009? Or is it just going to be another sugar-coated story like we've heard so many times before?"
Dragging his palm up toward his face, Jason simply looks at the fan and smirks slightly.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"I haven't sugar-coated anything about the topics discussed in the interview, so what you'll be hearing is one-hundred percent the truth. Including about why the "Elite" broke up."
The fan nods, pleased about the response that he was just given.
~Fan~
"Will there be any bonuses if we've pre-ordered the DVD?"
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Thats for you to bring up with Human Relations, not me."
Signing the paper, Jason pushes it back across to the fan who nods and smiles, thanking Jason for the autograph and walking back in the direction that he had presumably once come from **that being north-west**. Several more fans follow, some female but the majority of them being men who have watched; idolized Jason as he has carved himself a niche inside of the wrestling business. He knows that he'll never be the most popular with the fans- that's not his aim. Thats not why he wrestles at all. Not that he doesn't appreciated the fans that he does have, but to him- they are but a minor relevance to his purpose. To his goals. Meet and greets like this are typically "ice breakers" between him and the fans, which is the way they ought to be. The free publicity might be good, but at the end of the day- these sorts of events are held for the fans.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Sometimes, we just have to remind ourselves that without people willingly buying the product we are trying to feed to them, that we'd all be without a job. Sure, they can be fickle; change their opinions on a second-to-second basis, but that's just how life is sometimes. Just as we can be overly cynical, as can those who pay their hard-earned money to watch."
Sighing, Jason slightly turns his head to the right; seeing the black pinstriped suit wearing figure of Peter, exchanging words with a second figure, who is attired in a red blazer, black pants and brown cowboy-style leather boots. It's believed to be Nigel George, the director Peter hired for the specific purpose of distributing the DVD's, as well as any Public Relations events that might need to be done, including the meet and greet we're currently finding ourselves filming from.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Everyone has asked me what led to my decision to stay neutral on the whole war that has broken out in the W.C.F, thus leading them to believe that i'm inclined to be on the side of Sarah Twilight. Even though i plainly stated that I simply am not one to make a rash decision, when i don't have the proper education on the surrounding circumstances. Yes, Sarah hates those who have recently joined the federation and wants to suppress us as much as possible, but it's not about her. It's not even about those who agree with her and just want the veterans to take a stand. It's not even about the need to prove her wrong. It runs much deeper than that; i am not the one to fight that battle. I am not the one, that is in the position to kill the machine from the inside- others are more informed and educated in order to deliver the final blow."
You can feel the calmness in his words. The belief, that he holds within himself.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"My focus rests solely on the tasks that i personally, have been put forth in. The matches, that have been scheduled for me to compete. Just as i said earlier, my full focus is on what's best for me. That's not to be egotistical or arrogant- it's merely the truth. The more you focus on the external, the more the internal eats away under your skin. The world is cruel; it is callous and unforgiving and you have to be ready and willing to match it, if you wish to survive. There is no such thing as the perfect hero, as they like to portray in the movies, or in books. They are merely a construct, designed to return the innocence that had once been lost. To give hope, that someday we can all reclaim our youth. Even those, who have had to scratch and claw for the entirety of their life, whether that be because they lost their parents at a young age, or because they had no other alternative."
His emotions show, as a singular tear runs down his cheek, although he swiftly raises his left hand; wiping it away. Although he is willing to admit to his flaws and his weaknesses, he knows that sometimes it's better if he keeps a tough exterior. Keeps the image of being a persona that is never truly rattled imprinted inside of the minds of his fans. Inside of the mind of his foes.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Yet there's also those that had what would be recorded as the 'perfect' upbringing. Where they got everything handed to them on a silver platter, but does that truly make them a villain? Or is it just jealously? I don't hate those who had it better off than me, i dont have lesser thoughts of those who had it equal or even worse than i did growing up. Why hate them, if they did nothing to you personally? See, thats what the majority of people seem to neglect- the fact that just because they act up themselves and arrogant, doesn't mean that you have a right or a privilege to hate them. If they do something to you personally that incites hatred, then it's a different story altogether. But hating them for the sake of hating them doesn't make you any better, as much as you'd wish to believe that it does. If anything, it just shows you as being nothing more than a little child who's world revolves around them and them only. That might very well be true."
Raising his right hand slightly, he strokes his chin before smirking and watching some of the fans that had been clamoring around him earlier, walk off; back toward their cars, in order to get on with their daily life. Pushing himself off the seat, he slowly picks up some of the signing materials as well as some cash that had been left as donations to the "Weslow Society" **a charity Jason founded in order to aid those in less fortunate circumstances**. There's about $4,500 there. Not much, but seeing as Jason didnt actually request this to be a charity event, it's still a good amount for about four hours of signings.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Ive got nothing against those that want to act like petulant children, nor will i cast judgement upon them for doing so. All I am here to do, is educate you; to show you that maybe, the best thing that you can do for yourself, is look deep inside of a mirror. Reflect upon what it is that you see inside of it. Some people might believe I take the moral 'high ground', but i dont. It might be seen as 'high ground' not to want to attack anybody, but in the same breath- ive stated that I'm not one to make rash decisions. Thats exactly what an attack is- a rash decision; one that can easily backfire if not executed in a well thought out and educated manner. I firmly believe in the principle of 'holding your card's close to your chest' and just waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Just waiting, until the precise window of opportunity is opened and you're in the best position that you can be."
Walking by Peter and Nigel, he smiles at the two of them as they continue their conversation, which from the outside looking in- appears to be very civil and calm in nature.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Ive done some things that others would consider immoral. Ive done things that go against the very fabric of which my beliefs are built upon, but do i regret it. No. We all have wandered asunder from the path we set about taking. We've all made our mistakes and committed misdemeanors over the years, yet one cannot regret them. For regret, is simply a sign that you failed your own self. That you refuse to accept that you could bring about such agony. Is it OK to admit that you were wrong? Yes, but admittance is not a sign of regret. Nor is regret a sign of admittance. As i said before- I'm cold, i'm callous. Two things that one wouldn't expect upon first glance, but two things that i'm happy to confess about the persona i live in."
A slightly cold expression begins to drift over him, affirming his last remark.
~Jason Weslow|The Final Frontier~
"Look deep inside of my eyes; tell me if i've got anything to hide. I preach about the truth, revealing your true personality, and thats what I truly believe. Could it be turned against me? Of course, but that also goes for if you try to hide for a facade. If you try and disguise everything under smoke and mirrors- you'll wake up and see, that nothing had ever become resolved. W.C.F, i am your final frontier; come the day when you step into the ring with me, you'll see that I'm not just saying that. I say it, because it is nothing short of the truth."
Reaching his car, Jason lets out a final; soft breath before the feed begins to cut into black.
Scene Three|Monologue|Online
I've never been much of a tag-team wrestler.
Sure, i've won tag belts eleven times in my career, but if you look deeper into those numbers- I've only teamed with two different people.
That was before I entered the W.C.F. Instantly, I have competed in an eight-person tag and am once again competing in a tag team match this upcoming week.
I have no qualms in doing so, as Mak is a feisty competitor and each of my team-mates last week pulled their weight; we worked as a cohesive unit because of it. That's what tag team wrestling is supposed to be about- having enough faith that your team-mates will be able to carry themselves in the ring. Be there as a supporting channel, for when you need them to.
As for our opponents. Both Kevin and George have established a connection between them; they know just what needs to be done. That makes for a dangerous pairing, but the fact remains- they've got their sights set on solely Makalya Cooper for this week's encounter.
Not me.
Usually, one would be angered by that, but I'm not. It doesn't actually phase me one singular iota. My earlier comments about that topic were merely to remind them that football is similar to wrestling. That when placed in a tag team encounter, one must focus on both components. Not just the one that they find to have more of an aura.
Mak knows where I stand with her, by the way.
This week, i have my own goals, my own desires. They all revolve around going out there and opening the eyes of both Kevin and George. Making them see, that sometimes- focusing your energy on running around and talking down to others, should have been spent studying and devoting commitment to scouting and research.
I am their final frontier.
It's their choice, the path they take. Whether they stand tall, or fall by the wayside.
