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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 09/06/2014
England: 04:59am Sunday 09/10/2014
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The scene opens inside of a radio station studio, the studio that is used to produce the Russ Clark Show which airs in Yuma, Arizona on the AM dial, 560 KBLU. As the camera comes into focus, the studio is made up of an L shaped desk that cuts the room in half, with several monitors facing towards the host Russ Clark.
A long base extends upwards towards the ceiling, before angling back down approximately three feet above and in between the chair that Russ Clark sits in, and two other chairs on opposite sides of the desk.
As Russ Clark enters the room, he is wearing a pair of blue jeans, white tennis shoes, and a KBLU shirt. The smile on his face tells the whole story as he feels that another strong show is in the immediate future. Better known for tackling social and political issues, Russ Clark sees a potential gold mine in his radio show today. A show consisting of SCW superstar Sean Jackson and an actual fan of Jamie Dean, named Harvey Lace of the Gay and Lesbian Coalition.
Going over his notes one final time, Russ sits down in his chair and prepares for the show to begin. As the producer begins the five finger countdown, any reservations that he may have had about this idea, slowly went out the window.
v/o: "Russ Clark, live and local at 560 KBLU...."
Russ: "Monday morning, seven o'five, live and local with Russ Clark at 560 KBLU. Here in a few moments, we'll have SCW star Sean Jackson in the studio along with Harvey Lace of the Gay and Lesbian Coalition."
Russ takes a sip of water as he continues.
Russ: "Now when I was approached about having these two personalities on, I kind of balked at the idea. At first, I didn't understand what the big fuss was about. I've got to admit that I'm not very big on professional wrestling and had to be brought up to speed on what this was all about. So when it was finally explained to me, I simply couldn't pass up the chance to get this situation aired out. So here we are, ready to see what's got these two sides all fired up."
Russ looks over at his producer.
Russ: "Are they ready?"
The producer nods as Russ checks his notes.
Russ: "Okay, it's time to get this thing rolling. First, all the way from Dallas, Texas. He is a former ACW champion?"
Russ gets a confused look on his face.
Russ: "ACW? I thought you guys said that he's from SCW?
There is a momentary silence before the producer speaks up.
Producer: "Russ, he IS from SCW. The ACW title was a championship that was recently merged with the SCW title."
Russ: "Oh, okay. Well, there you go people. The former ACW champion, Sean Jackson."
Walking into the studio, Sean Jackson is wearing dress shoes, black slacks, and a black dress shirt. With a look of *yes, I'm better that you*, he sits down in the chair specified for him.
Russ: "Welcome to the show Sean."
Jackson: "Thanks Russ. I would like to think it's a pleasure to be here, but since I'm sharing this with one of those Jamie Dean wannabees..."
Sean points to the empty chair opposite of him.
Jackson: "I won't."
Russ Clark can already feel the air getting uncomfortable inside of the studio. If Sean Jackson is already creating a bad vibe before Harvey Lace is even introduced, he can only imagine what it will be like once the representative from the Gay and Lesbian Coalition enters the room.
Russ: Uh, Mr. Jackson. Exactly what do you mean by that?"
Sean never gets an opportunity to answer as the door opens and in walks Harvey Lace. Way smaller than Jamie Dean and Justin Halliwell, Harvey Lace could in no way be physically intimidating to anyone. However, he doesn't appear to be afraid of Sean Jackson either as he sits down in the chair opposite of the Mental Rapist. Harvey is wearing blue jeans and a Jamie Dean logo shirt.
Russ: "Uhh, aaand entering the studio as we speak, Harvey Lace of the..."
Jackson: "Yes, we get it Russ. You don't have to make a special point every three seconds to announce that a man by the name of Harvey LACE is a member of the Gay and Lesbian Coalition."
Harvey: "Just what is your problem Mr. Jackson? Do you have a case of the homoph...."
As Harvey speaks, his head cocks to one side as he looks at Sean Jackson accusingly. But it is the same accusatory voice that prompts Sean to not only interrupt, but to lash back in a voice that screams, how dare you?
Jackson: "Whoa, whoa. Hold up there Harv, slow your roll and don't get ahead of yourself. Why is it that every time someone disagrees with something YOU people do, it means we're homoph..."
Harvey: "YOU people? exactly what do you mean by YOU people?"
Russ Clark just sits back as he hears the banter going back and forth. However, the banter is momentarily interrupted by a smile on the face of Sean Jackson. Instead of letting his emotions take over, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.
Jackson: "You see, here we go. Five seconds into this and you're already trying to make me out to be the bad guy. First off, what I mean by YOU people is exactly that...."
Inhale.exhale
Jackson: "YOU people."
The smile gets bigger.
Jackson: "YOU people want to make something out of nothing. YOU people want to ignore the actions from one of your own, to justify their actions when it's convenient. YOU people didn't seem to have a problem with Jamie Dean costing me the SCW title a few months ago, but have managed to stroke out just because I responded in kind..."
Russ looks down to see that the phone lines are starting to light up. It's obvious that there are people who have something to say about what they've heard. But he keeps silent and doesn't even think about interrupting as Sean continues to speak. It's obvious that at this stage, he doesn't need to say anything, and neither does anyone else.
Jackson: "Where was the outrage from YOU people when Justin Halliwell spit on me?"
Harvey: "Really Mr. Jackson? are you really going to bring that up? The SCW bosses already called out that con job of yours. You know damn good and well Justin Halliwell never spit on you..."
As Harvey speaks, Sean can feel his face going flush, his heart beginning to race. He can almost imagine grabbing Harvey around the throat and dragging him on top of the table. He then can almost imagine hitting the Hook em Horns driver on said table, sending this arrogant little prick to the hospital. Just like he did to Justin.
Harvey: "That was something you made up in order to stay out of trouble. But if you were any kind of a man at all, you would admit that y...."
Jackson: "No, that's where you're wrong. Justin Halliwell did spit on me, and the fact that Halliwell isn't man enough to admit it only furthers my resolve on YOU people...."
The veins begin to stick out in Sean's neck.
Jackson: "You think that just because Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs couldn't see the spit, that it didn't happen. Well let me ask you Harvey, did you believe Congressman Cleaver when he claimed that he was spit on?"
For the first time, Harvey isn't quick with an answer. Something that Russ Clark catches onto rather quickly.
Russ: "You know, I remember that incident. Mr. Cleaver claimed that a white man, a member of the Tea Party spit on him. Harvey, do you believe Congressman Cleaver, a democrat when he claimed to have been spit on?"
Again, Harvey isn't quick with the response. If he denies Cleaver was spit on, he runs the risk of alienating other special interest groups. If he believes Cleaver, then he has to ultimately believe Jackson.
Jackson: "What's the matter Harvey, cat got your tongue? I thought YOU people had an answer for everything? Oh, let me guess. When it comes to things like this, you have to consult with the Gay and Lesbian playbook. Had it been someone like Eric Cantor or Sarah Palin, you could just dismiss it as if they were liars. Pretty much what you're doing to me now. Right?"
As Sean finishes with the question, the Producer gives Russ Clark the signal that a call is about to be given to him. As he looks at his monitor, he sees that it's a caller named Steve from San Francisco. Wow, this is going to be interesting he thinks to himself.
Russ: "Steve from San Francisco, you're on the Russ Clark Show with Sean Jackson and Har...."
Steve: "Hey Jackson, I'll be so glad when Violent Conduct gets here. When I get to see Jamie Dean put you in your place...AGAIN."
Sean can feel his blood continuing to boil. It feels like the temperature has shot up 50 degrees inside of that studio. But he can't let anyone else know that he's ready to explode.
Jackson: "Oh, you mean like how Jamie put me in my place eight days ago? You know, you people are something else? Jamie Dean is a buck o five water logged with eighty pounds of sugar in his tank. So let me try to explain this in a way that even a person like YOU can understand...."
Sean stares daggers at Harvey now.
Jackson: "Two out of three falls, TWO out of THREE falls..."
Sean holds up two fingers.
Jackson: "That means I get to beat the $h!t out of Jamie Dean during that entire first fall. It means I can hit as many Hook em Horn drivers on the concrete floor that I want. It means that I get to blast Jamie Dean with as many Brilcream chairshots as I want to...."
An evil smile forms on Sean's face. The look, it's as if Sean Jackson has actually snapped and now wants to tell the world what it should already know. That he wants to injure Jamie Dean, not just beat him.
Jackson: "Yes, Jamie can very well win that insignificant first fall by disqualification. But what price will he pay in order to do so?"
Now it has truly gotten uncomfortable in the studio. What Sean Jackson described was nothing more than a sanctioned mugging, a series of acts that would get him jail time if done on the streets.
Jackson: "While he's walking into Violent Conduct looking to win the match, I'm going in wanting to do as much damage as I possibly can. You see Harvey, I don't want to just beat Jamie Dean, I want to destroy him...."
Sean Jackson stands, still looking at Harvey Lace.
Jackson: "I want to break every bone in his body, I want to obliterate his very essense. I don't want there to be anything left of Jamie Dean, NOTHING!!!!"
Sean points an accusing finger at Harvey, who for the first time has a look on concern on his face. Russ Clark may not know what Sean Jackson is capable of, but he does.
Jackson: "You cost me the SCW title for Hot Stuff International, and now I'm going to cost you a professional career. It's going to make what I did to Justin Halliwell seem like a walk in the park. But hey, it's not like I'm totally heartless. I hear that you can still be unconscious and take a d..."
Russ: "Whoa, whoa, whoa."
Russ can't help but interrupt. Not only was Sean Jackson about to say something derogatory on the air, but it seemed that he was spewing his venom at Harvey Lace, as if Harvey was Jamie Dean.
Jackson: "That's alright, I think I got my point across."
With the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, Russ Clark slowly begins to realize just what kind of animal Sean Jackson can actually be. Had he not interrupted, there's no telling what hate filled garbage Sean would have spewed. As Sean slowly makes his way to the door, he stops and faces Harvey Lace one final time.
Jackson: "But in case I didn't, I just want you to know one final thing. It's not called Violent Conduct for nothing, and personally, who says that I'm stepping into the ring to win?"
Sean turns, opens the door, and exits. Letting that final statement linger on the ears of Russ and Harvey.
Russ: "That man is crazy."
All Harvey can do is nod his head. He can only hope that Jamie Dean knows and understands what he's walking into.
Fade.
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Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 09/12/2014
England: 04:59am Saturday 09/13/2014
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That Which Makes Me Stronger
Act 1; Scene 1
Perry Hall High School in Lima, Ohio. It's exactly what you'd imagine when you think of a typical small town high school. Come on people! Use your imaginations! Not the largest of buildings compared to schools in much larger cities, but then again, the student body isn't as high in numbers compared to sister cities in Ohio such as Columbus or Cincinnati. Two buildings, the larger of the two serving as both the elementary as well as the middle school on the second level. The single story building just across the parking lot would be the high school, where we intend to take you for just a brief visit this day less than a decade ago.
As we move along the hall and into the main school corridor, we come to a single class room where we sneak a look inside as the teacher sits against his desk, while a student beside him holds up a poster board filed with pictures and cut outs, giving a speech on the things that are most important to her, and where she would like to go on after graduation. The class is social studies, and the teacher is seeking to discover what his students are looking to accomplish with their lives once they graduate in six months time.
"Thank you Kaleitha." Mister Huelskamp nodded, then turned to his notepad with a list of the students in the order he wanted them presenting. "Jamie? You're up."
Jamie Dean as a teenager? Oh you'd be surprised if you saw him then as compared to the man he is today. Actually, you're getting a good look at him now.
With a resigned sigh, the young teenager with the dirty clothes and the hair hanging down in his face resigned himself to his given fate and slid from his desk and stood up. Taking his own poster in his hand, he started for the head of the class when one of the school jocks stuck his foot out in his path. Jamie caught his foot and nearly tripped to the floor, but managed to catch himself before he suffered the nasty spill. Still, despite his having saved himself, the majority of the class laughed uproariously at what had almost happened to one of their favorite targets. Only a select few did not, and they themselves didn't come to his aid. They remained silent, feeling bad for him, but simply looked away. But not the teacher.
"Russ!" Mister Huelskamp barked over the laughter, drowning it out to silence. "In the hall! Now! We will discuss this after class!"
"Didn't do anything." The jock mumbled in a blatant lie, but he grabbed his books and shuffled out of the class room, but not before shooting Jamie a dirty look as if getting in trouble had been Jamie's fault by some teen logic.
"Go ahead Jamie." Mister Huelskamp said kindly, folding his arms over his chest and studying the poster that Jamie had propped up on his desk with his right hand.
It was covered with pictures cut out from various wrestling magazines. Pictures of not just a ring and a handful of logos of various promotions, such as Ring of Honor and WWE, but also across the ocean such as New Japan. Wrestlers from Rob Van Dam to Al Snow who himself called this little town his own and ran a wrestling school locally.
Jamie ran his fingers through his hair and half mumbled, "Everybody knows I like wrestling. I watch it every week. Buy the magazines. I'd like to get involved in it after school."
"You?" Someone from the back of the class scoffed, earning a dirty look from Jamie.
"I didn't say anything when you wanted to be a chef, Erma!" Jamie called back before the teacher could stop him. "God knows where your hands have been!"
Even his most hardcore detractors laughed at this dig at the girl who was considered the class slut, which by high school logic just made her all the more popular. At least with the boys. The aforementioned Erma stood up from her desk but Mister Huelskamp stood up from his own.
"Sit down!" He yelled, startling several of the kids. Many of them were unused to having an adult yell at them, let alone a teacher. Especially one who was as mild mannered as the school hunk, the high school football coach, Greg Huelskamp.
"But he...!" Erma protested and Mister Huelskamp cut her off.
"Yeah and so did you! Now sit down and let him have his say!" Mister Huelskamp demanded. "No. More. Interruptions!"
Jamie went on to briefly discuss his hopes for the future, but in his own mind, it did him little good. he knew privately that he had absolutely no chance at a future in the rough and tumble world of professional wrestling. Look at him! He did the same every day when he changed clothes for gym class or looked in a mirror. He was tall but lanky, barely 150 pounds soaking wet! He was the frequent target for the school bullies, both male and female, not only for his gangly appearance but also because of the condition of his clothes.</color>
"Wow." Miss Rocky Mountains whispered as she took a sip from her cup of coffee, seated across from the table outside on the Starbucks patio, across from Jamie Dean who she had asked to meet her at his choice of locations for a brief delve into his personal history. The better, she said, to get an understanding behind the man who would be opposing Sean 'the Mental Rapist' Jackson, on the 14th of September. She set her cup down and continued, "I know a lot of kids say school was a nightmare but that's just going above and beyond the basic description."
"Yeah." Jamie admitted as he leaned back in his chair, all but ignoring the curious looks of the other patrons of this coffee-chain giant. Many of them knew who he was and a few of the more adventurous tried to listen in without too much successful subtlety. "I'm not afraid to admit school was a nightmare for me. No." He frowned. "I think a living hell would be a more accurate description."
"I'd have thought of you as the class clown." Rocky smiled as she picked up her blueberry scone for a bite. Jamie treated, of course. Just because he didn't like ladies in that way, didn't mean he didn't know how to treat them right. "Mister Popular." She continued."On the football team and all that."
"Christ, no!" Jamie scoffed. "If I had tried to join the football team, it would have been for the sole purpose of seeing Barry Blake in the shower!"
Perhaps Jamie should have given pause before he told that particular joke because Miss Rocky laughed aloud, and almost choked on her bite of scone as a result. She patted her chest and reached for a napkin to dab at her teary eyes, but the light smile on her full lips never leaving her face. Once assured that she was fine, Jamie continued with what he had to say.
"I never understood the kids who said they looked forward to going to school and hang out with their friends." He said. "I suppose if I had friends at the time, I might have felt differently but any time I hear someone go on about the fun virtues of school, I just want to slap the shit out of them. I stayed home from school more than I went. I was truant, I admit it, but what the faculty didn't seem to understand was that it wasn't always my decision for me to stay home."</color>
Jamie's home, less than a mile from the school, was a trailer that was little more than a slum in its general condition. Garbage was piled throughout the home and his father, a divorced alcoholic, did nothing to try to clean up for the betterment of his youngest son. More often, if he wasn't laying on the filthy couch in the front room watching TV or doing crossword puzzles, he was sitting in the front yard, watching as cars went by and endeavoring to write down their license plate numbers purely as a hobby. Jamie never did think his father was very bright, but he was at his cruelest by the little things. The condition of their home being the chief among them.
The well water went untreated and so when laundry was done by Jamie's hands, the clothes came out with a tainted odor about them, which left him all the more vulnerable to the bullies at school who frequently called him the most vicious of names and suggesting he was in dire need of a bath. If Jamie did not cook, then he did not eat -- and nor did his father. The same would be said for the various pets his father took in but left for Jamie to fend for. If Jamie did nothing to straighten up any part of the home, it remained dirty.
His father was literally obsessed with his son being his only company, his only form of companionship as few others would have much to do with him, given his nature. If Jamie tried taking a walk down the road to visit his Aunt Helen or to help her with some yard work to earn a few dollars to call his own, he complained about being 'left alone'. The rare time or two another kid would invite Jamie to their house to hang out, he got upset for the same reason, quilting Jamie into either coming home early, or simply not going to the kid's house at all. The one time an actual friend's mom invited him over to go swimming in their pool, his dad threw a fit that he had not been invited as well. Even Jamie's aunts and uncle grew tired of how manipulative his father was in regard to his youngest son. Jamie's older brother once tried to take custody of Jamie away from the man, but a threat of some sort on his father's part made his brother back off from the attempt to rescue his little brother.
The worst part was how his father seemed to have the school staff wrapped around his little finger. He was great at suckering people in with his innocent act and never seemed to recall doing or saying anything that shed any form of bad light upon himself. Jamie tried to explain to teachers and a truant officer that it was his father who had been keeping him at home, but only one believed him yet was unable to convince any of the rest of the same. His father would tell him he could stay home one day, but when called in for a parent/teacher conference to discuss his truancy, he would do a complete about face and tell the school administrators that what Jamie needed was to 'have his ass beat'.
It was because of his father pulling these stunts that Jamie found himself in Juvenile Court for truancy where his father pinned the blame either on him, or the school, but never himself. Jamie was almost taken away from his home by Children's Services on one occasion, and the surprising factor is that the prospect scared Jamie more than thrilled him. Sad as a life as he had at the time, it was the only life he knew and to be ripped away from it was more than he could bear to think about.
One time, his father had driven him to Apple Orchard, an orphanage in Lima, and as they walked around, escorted by a friendly enough looking woman, Jamie had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He questioned his dad repeatedly why they were there and his dad would only avoid the answer. The man never did tell Jamie why they had made that trip, but deep down Jamie knew. His father had simply chosen not to do what he knew they had gone there for.</color>
"Christ." Miss Rocky said softly with her hand over her painted lips. Jamie wasn't paying close enough attention but he suspected that his story had moved the comely reporter to the verge of tears. It had not been his intention but she had asked him to share some of his past before he came into the world of wrestling, a work in progress she called it. Miss Rocky shook her head and asked, "How did you manage to get through that hell?"
Jamie shrugged, "My Aunt Helen, Aunt Roxanne and Uncle Jim were my rocks. They helped get me away from him from time to time. He didn't dare say anything to the three of them because it would have been his swan song. They didn't buy his bullshit for the smell it was worth. My Uncle Jim reduced him to a blubbering mess more than once. My dad was great at talking shit but when someone else did the same to him, he started crying about how unfair and nobody deserved to be treated that way. That was his favorite thing to say after I got out of school and I started fighting back."
"I notice you say 'got out'." Miss Rocky observed, ever the astute journalist despite her sultry appearance that might suggest otherwise. "Not 'graduated'."
"Caught that, did you?" Jamie stated. "No. I didn't graduate high school. It just wasn't possible after all the school I had missed and my general attitude of not caring at the time. I look back now and wish to god I had had the strength to ignore the bullies and just focused on school, even as a means of escape from that bastard. Maybe I would have went on to college or had the fortitude to have gotten my start in wrestling at an earlier point."
"But you did it." Miss Rocky emphasized. "Do you mind if I ask how you managed to escape such a horrible period in your life?"
"Simple." Jamie answered. "My dad died."</color>
Jamie had gotten his first job as a donut fryer on graveyard shifts at a local Clyde Evans grocery store. His dad had been placed in the hospital for severe anemia and congestive heart failure, and moved to a nursing home where he terrorized the nurses and patients alike. Jamie loved the work, and he absolutely adored the older woman he worked with in the bakery during that shift, a Mrs. Sharon Wood. She trained him and worked alongside him as the baker. They talked and laughed, and he considered her a friend even if it was only in the work place. One time he had even brought his mother to the store to meet the woman, as he had talked her up so much.
Then one morning, his Uncle Jim had picked him up from work to give him a ride home as was the usual routine, but this time was far from the usual. His uncle clasped a hand on his shoulder for comfort and informed him that his father had did earlier in the night.</color>
"I'm sorry." Miss Rocky said in a soft tone that suggested genuine sincerity.
"I'm not." Jamie said in a matter-of-fact manner that hinted at the same. "I was relieved! The more I look back on those days, the more I grow to hate the son of a bitch! My brother and I practically danced on his grave when the funeral was held. Hell! If there hadn't been any witnesses, we probably would have pissed on it too!"
Miss Rocky just stared at him, surprised at the hard tone of voice or the harshness of his words, coming from the otherwise fun loving and witty man that the fans had come to know over the past several months.
"You don't have to look so surprised." Jamie stated. "The man was a fucked up asshole of the highest order! He was a drunk and both verbally as well as physically abusive to his children as well as his wives! My own mom is in a wheelchair, has been for decades, and that didn't stop him from putting her in the hospital with bruises and cracked bones. One time the mother fu..." Jamie paused as a young child and her mother walked past nearby to enter the Starbucks. He went on, "He kicked her crutches out from under her. He punched her in the stomach when she was pregnant with me! My brother would hide at our neighbor's to escape him and the old man that lived there never gave my dad any clue that he knew where he was! And to this day my mom suspects my dad did 'things' to me that made me turn out the way that I am."
Rocky placed her hand tightly over her mouth again and shook her head, but Jamie went on.
He said, "The man stole money from me after I got that first job, trying to keep me from being able to save anything so I would have to stay at home to take care of him. He tried bullying me but at that point I had grown a set and had enough. At nineteen he tried telling me he was giving me a bedtime. An actual bedtime! When I protested, he walked across the front room and back handed me. So what did I do? I slapped the shit out of him right back and told him if he ever laid a hand on me again, I'd make sure he never did it again And after that, he never did. A year later he died and I won't even begin to pretend that I mourn such a man. I was free. That was all I cared about. My brother and I sold the land, and I finally moved into my own place to get on with my life as best I can."
"And that's where I hope we can pick up next time?" Miss Rocky finally said, having found her voice after hearing this sordid tale in the past of one of the SCW's younger superstars. "I have another appointment and I'd rather not rush this delving into your past."
"It's fine." Jamie smiled. "It was rather cleansing. Like an enema."
Miss Rocky paused and came up short, staring at Jamie momentarily at his caustic words before he broke into a grin and she laughed, the tension having been broken.</color>
"Yeah, the start of my story isn't quite what you might have expected Sean, is it? Oh trust me, the tale I shared with Miss Rocky Mountains was just the tip of the iceberg. I'm sure at some point I'll be sharing more with the young lady, but for now, I hope this little tidbit gives you enough understanding as to why you simply do not frighten me with your mind games or your words."
"I've dealt with bullies and abuse of all sorts throughout the vast majority of my life, and I'd like to think that I came away stronger as a result. Compared to the dick heads I've suffered the torments of throughout my life, you're nothing. High school jocks did me more damage than you could ever hope to accomplish! The bastard who was my own father was more of a threat to me than you ever could be, and compared to him? You're bush league. No. The only thing you ever managed to do to inflict me any hard wasn't even when you attacked me during that tag tam match and caused me to get pinned for the very first time in my career here in SCW."
"No, the only thing you did that hurt me was when you attacked Justin. You hurt someone that I care about, and that is the one thing that will make me forget all about who I am now and force me to remember what I used to be. And that, Mister Jackson, is what you will discover to be your biggest god damn mistake! Because if you make me relive the darker times I lived through, if you make me look back at all that I lost and the suffering I went through, then nothing you can hope to accomplish against me will compare to what I know I can do to you!"
"You don't scare me Sean. That's your greatest weakness going into this match. You continue to say the same things over and over to the point I swear you're some stereo locked on repeat! I'm not afraid, and contrary to popular belief, I do know what I'm getting into when I got involved with this match. It's nothing that I can't handle, and more than you could hope to gain. For every shot you took on Justin, I'll do double on that ugly kisser of yours and make that ho outside of the ring stand there and watch every minute!"
"I am proud of who I am Sean. Proud of who I became after all the adversity that I've faced. I'm Jamie Dean. And you, Sean Jackson? You're nothing."</color>