What is Reality? A Sean Jackson rp for Into The Void 3 (1)
"The movement is crawling along, but it will soon pick up steam. It isn't about titles, it isn't about following the frauds. It's about the money, it's about the power, it's all about resp...."
"No, screw respect. When you're a card carrying member of Hot Stuff International, respect isn't earned. It's taken, especially from the lower rung peons who aren't even qualified to lick my boots."
"Now don't get me wrong, as far as I'm concerned, everyone who isn't a member of HSI is unworthy to be in the ring with me. But sometimes, there has to be exceptions to even that rule. Take Jamie Dean for instance. Yes, even that dimwit proved that a broken clock can be right twice a day, but not much else. All Jamie proved at Climax Control two weeks ago was that even a blind dog can find a bone...."
"If put under his nose."
"But that was my fault. It was my fault because I gave him hope, I gave him that false sense of security, thinking that I wasn't the evil monster that everyone portrayed me to be. But if not for the easy marks like Jamie Dean, there wouldn't be the easy targets known as Drake Green."
As the camera comes to life, Sean Jackson is shown standing in front of it, a determined look adorns his face. Dressed in his own logo HSI shirt, blue jeans, and boots. He doesn't miss a beat while continuing with the topic at hand.
"Much like Drake Green did more than a year ago, you too, managed to steal a cheap win against me. But Jamie, just like Drake Green, you also failed to realize why I'm here. As far as I'm concerned, the SCW heavyweight title can be mine anytime I want it, whether handed to me by Hot Stuff Mark Ward, or taken from whomever the flavor of the month happens to be."
"Now don't get me wrong Jamie. I'm sure you're capable of winning against just about anybody. But don't forget that I'm not just anybody. I'm a man who was specifically brought in by Mr. Ward, to do one thing...."
As the camera pans back a bit, the NWA world heavyweight title comes into view. It's laying across a desk, immediately to Sean's left. It's so close, Sean can almost reach out and grasp it with his right hand. But he doesn't.
"And it wasn't to win titles."
Sean gives it a quick glance before shifting his attention back to the camera.
"Nope, not even close. But that means you've got to ask yourself the million dollar question. If it's not to win titles, then why am I here?"
A smile forms across the face of the man simply known as the Mental Rapist. Sure, this sounds like nothing more than an out of ring promo, a typical Sean Jackson sound byte.
Or is it?
"That's simple, like I said, I'm here to injure people. I'm here to drill my knee through the back of as many skulls as I can. But not only that Jamie, I'm here for the lost souls. I'm here for the souls of those Sin City fans who choose to follow frauds like Drake Green, like Simon Jones, and especially like YOU Jamie Dean. Yes, especially those who follow you Jamie."
Sean pauses momentarily as he lets that last sentence sink in. As if he relishes it. Probably because he does.
"I say you because the way I see it, you're just as big a fraud as they come. If not bigger. But upon looking at you Jamie, I'd say being a fraud seems to be the biggest thing about you."
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
The distraction causes Sean's attention to divert from the camera, and to the door, on his right hand side, which is across the room. As Sean again smiles, he holds up his index finger and prepares to make his way to the door.
"Excuse me a moment Jamie, that sounds important."
As Sean makes his way to the door, it swings open ever so slightly until a woman's leg becomes visible. On the foot is a star studded high heel, with a gold anklet wrapped around, covering the ankle. You want to think that the leg belongs to Vanessa, but it isn't dark enough to be hers.
woman's voice: "Mr. Jackson?"
Nope, that isn't Vanessa's voice either. Sean smiles as he pulls the door open, revealing a very beautiful, very voluptuous, young 22 year old woman named Amanda Ross. Standing in the door, in a very short business skirt, the young woman again asks...
Amanda: "Mr. Jackson?"
Sean ever so slightly looks at the camera, in an ever so slight *breaking the fourth wall* type of way, and winks. He then looks back at Amanda Ross.
Jackson: "Why yes, yes I am Sean Jackson. Now how can I help you?"
Amanda looks over his shoulder, and into the room behind him.
Amanda: "Well for starters, you can invite me in."
Sean stands there, for a couple of seconds, mesmerized by the beauty in front of him. But then, he realizes that basically she's waiting to be invited in.
Jackson: Uh sure, come on in."
As Amanda walks by, Sean can't help but follow the contours of her body, from the long, dark hair, all the way down to the golden anklet on her left foot. He takes a couple of deep breaths as she comes to a stop, halfway into the room, and spins around.
Amanda: "I have been paying attention to you and Vanessa for quite a while now, and honestly, I have a proposition for you."
Again, Sean smiles. A little girl, girl, guy action perhaps? Maybe Belinda Simone will want a piece of the action.
Amanda: "Now granted, I know that the two of you want to spread your influence throughout the entertainment world. I know that the two of you even want to change the wrestling landscape. Well, I've gotten with Vanessa and this is what we've come up with..."
Wait a minute Sean thought to himself. What in the world could this young lady know about professional wrestling? What proposition short of her skirt down and legs up could she possibly know about wrestling?
Amanda: "Your very own reality show."
A reality show he thinks to himself? why in the hell would he want to do that? why would he want to put his life out there, for millions of people to judge his every movement? To be made to look just as stupid as Honey Boo Boo, or Storage Wars. Was she nuts?
Or maybe she isn't, because there she stands, still waiting on a verbal reaction from Sean Jackson. When an answer isn't forth coming in a timely enough manner, she decides to repeat herself.
Amanda: "Did you not hear me? I said, your own reality show."
Jackson: "Oh, I heard you. It's just that I can't believe you had the audacity to say it a second time. I know that you're young and not up on professional wrestling current events, so I'll do you a favor and take the time to educate you. First off, I'm not some geriatric that belongs in the old folks home. Secondly, I'm not some third rate hack in an organization up north of here, which is spiraling down the sewer...."
Sean stops himself.
Jackson: "In other words, why would I need to lower myself to the standards of a bunch of duck people? or, a foul mouthed little retarded kid and her equally brain dead mother, in a show called Honey Boo Boo....
Sean grabs his head, as if he's just developed a migraine.
Jackson: "Damn, just thinking about that show gives me a freaking headache. Just seeing that tub of lard even once is enough to make me want to dig my own eyes out. Kind of reminds me of that butt ranger Jamie Dean...."
He shudders as Amanda breaks a smile. At least he's cracking jokes, which is always a good sign. That means he must be warming up a bit to the plan, the chance to get him on board with an idea that will turn Sin City into a true sinners paradise.
Amanda: "Why set the bar that low? Honey Boo Boo is small time, chump change, ugly even. With what I've got planned, there's no room for ugly, there's no time for small change."
As this young woman continues to talk, Sean finds himself buying into what she's saying. Maybe there was something to this reality show crap.
Amanda: "The Duck Dynasty? please. The only dynasty will be you. Storage Wars? not hardly. The war will be over, it will be YOU in that SCW ring, taking charge of everyone in front of you. First 48 Hours? you'll be so big, your opponents will be lucky to last 48 seconds."
Oh yes, this bitch is good.
Amanda: "You'll have your pick of any network you want. Before the first season is over, they'll all be trying to sign you. Just like every wrestling organization the world over was trying to sign you. But, like the consumate professional you are, you won't settle like the Jamie Dean's of the world will. You will be able to hold out for the big money because that's what they'll all be offering. Just think what Mark Ward did when he found out you were a free agent?"
It's true Sean thinks to himself. When Mark Ward broke open the checkbook, it was by far more money than Brad Batee could have ever paid him. He hadn't seen that many zeros since....
Well, nevermind.
Jackson: "Okay, okay. I get it. You have a plan on making me the next big thing on television. So tell me, exactly how do you plan on making this happen?"
From her skirt pocket, Amanda pulls out a small video recorder and holds it in her open hand.
Amanda: "With this."
Spring 1999
The mirror's alternate reality.
For some reason, Sean felt compelled to head towards Las Vegas, Nevada. He couldn't explain it anymore than he could explain why this young vietnamese woman wanted to wander with him. He was running low on cash and ultimately, would have to find a job. But, who would hire a man just kicked out of college for possession of marijuana?
As this alternate Sean continued walking along the highway, Vanessa couldn't help but understand the situation he'd been put in. To her, this reality needed for Sean Jackson to finally drop the goody two shoes act and become the monster she so desperately needed....
And wanted.
Also, the fact that Sean was now heading to Las Vegas instead of Portland, Oregon was a welcomed site. In Las Vegas, there were many more options available to her, options that would cause him to steal, to cheat, to lie.
Jackson: "Why do you want to hang with a loser like me?"
He simply couldn't understand it. There they were, walking along a desert highway, dirt and cactus for as far as the eye could see, and this beautiful woman was walking along side him. He tried to question her reasoning, but couldn't come up with anything good himself. Hell, he would walk away from this if he could, so why wouldn't she?
Vanessa: "Why not?"
As they walk side by side, Vanessa doesn't look at him, choosing to stare straight ahead as they continue talking.
Vanessa: "Being here with you makes just as much sense as being in Austin by myself..."
She smiles.
Vanessa: "And besides, what fun is there in being by yourself?"
Sean shrugs. She was right tho, there wasn't any fun in walking down that long and winding road all by himself. He had his faith, which would be enough to get by on, but there was something about companionship that made even the longest of trips, seem a bit shorter.
Jackson: "I guess you're right."
She puts her hand on his shoulder, turning her head ever so slightly in order to see if he was looking at her....
He was.
Vanessa: "Of course I'm right. You'll discover soon enough that I'll always be right."
As they share a smile, a seemingly common bond, they continue walking down the road, no vehicle in sight from any direction. But in typical Sean Jackson fashion, he jokingly questions that last statement.
Jackson: "Well, if you're so right. Why are we here, in the middle of nowhere, with no gameplan in sight?"
Vanessa stops walking, causing Sean to also stop.
Vanessa: "Why do you constantly put yourself down? why do you always have to be so negative?"
She steps up to him, again placing her hand on his shoulder. If she didn't have to garner his trust first, now would be the perfect time to sway Sean Jackson to the dark side. But because she has to catch him at exactly the right time, she chooses this moment to build him up, instead of tearing him down.
Vanessa: "I'm following you because I know exactly what you're capable of. When I look at you, I see a man who's capable of doing anything he sets his mind on. I see a man who will one day hold the entire world in his hands. A man w...."
Jackson: "A man who is standing in the middle of nowhere, with no clear and present idea in his head."
Sean looks over his shoulder.
Jackson: "I blew it back there in Austin. I could have gotten a degree, I could have performed in the NFL, and I could have been richer than my wildest dreams. But instead...."
Vanessa: "That's where you're wrong Sean. Not only will you be richer than your wildest dreams, but you will have a smart and beautiful woman with you every step of the way.
Jackson: "Really? when do I meet her?"
As Vanessa gets that insulted look on her face, Sean busts out laughing, causing Vanessa to laugh as well.
Vanessa: "You ass."
As she delivers several playful slaps on his arm, Sean halfway covers up, while throwing up a fake white flag.
Jackson: "I surrender. I surrender.
Vanessa: "You really are an ass, you know that?"
Jackson: "I know, I know. It's a character flaw."
Well technically, it's a character flaw on the other Sean Jackson and not this one. But because of what she must do, the plan is to make him just like the other Sean.
However, back to this reality. Amanda Ross is seen walking out the door, with Sean closing the door behind her. With a smile on his face, he makes his way across the room and sits down on the chair.
Jackson: "You know, it's nice to be able to separate myself from people like you Jamie Dean. While you're getting ready for a simple match involving girls, I'm preparing myself for the future and beyond. While I look at the futility of people like you Jamie, I bask in the glory of knowing that eventually, I'll be right back on top of Sin City, of the wrestling landscape when the time is right."
As he takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, his mind wanders ever so slightly before going back to speaking on the topic at hand.
Jackson: "So Jamie, while you think that I'm stepping through the ropes just to have a match. Don't forget that it wasn't that long ago that Drake Green was put on the shelf by my own hands...."
Sean raises both hands, just below his face as he rotates them back and forth several times. He then lowers them and continues addressing Jamie Dean.
Jackson: "You see, Drake Green also thought that I was stepping between the ropes just to have a match. But he was surprised in the end when I drilled my knee through the back of his skull. Which leads me to you Jamie Dean, and the fact that Amy Marshall won't be there to protect you anymore. Matter of fact Jamie, I wouldn't be a bit shocked if Katherine Kensington realizes where the greatest threat comes from, and completely abandones you in the middle of the ring."
The camera pans in tight. It's obvious that someone is there, operating it.
Jackson: "Because let's face it Jamie, you really aren't Katherine's cup of tea, and thus, not worth getting hurt over. Matter of fact Jamie, I see it going down much like this. I see Daddy Kensington going all Mel Gibson over his *little girl* teaming with you. But that will only be slight by comparison to his outrage when he sees an individual like you hitting the ring, to team with his daughter."
The smile gets larger.
Jackson: "Oh, I can see it now. I can see Katherine bailing on you, leaving you all alone against Marisol and myself. Or better yet, all alone against me, Marisol, AND Vanessa...."
His head tilts back ever so slightly as Sean begins to rub his chin. It's as if he can see it all right now, Jamie Dean all alone in the ring, at the complete mercy of Sean Jackson and company. Of course, his version ends with blood flowing, Jamie Dean's blood.
Of course, it isn't long before he snaps back to the topic at hand.
Jackson: "Oh Jamie, can you feel it? coming in the air tonight?"
The scene slowly fades to a black void.
