Post by Spaz on Mar 12, 2008 15:10:37 GMT -5
::The scene opens to show a man wearing a heavy white snow jacket. He has a notepad and pencil in his hand. His surroundings show heavy snow and a rather large stone colored building, that appears to go VERY deep underground. Fences surround the place and towers jut from the ground. Guards are apparent in the towers holding Russian made AK-47s. The man makes his way through a couple of gates and enters the grounds of the building. He gets to the front door and a guard opens the spy hole, then the process of opening the door begins. Many locks are heard before an airlock releasing sound is heard. This then follows with the door opening. The guards standing there looks VERY Russian, he is wearing a militant style olive drab jacket. In his hand is an AK-47. He motions the AK to instruct the man to enter. Once they get inside the building, the guard leads him to an office. The plate on the door is in Russian so it is illegible to anyone who can't read Russian. The guard opens the door and the man walks in to view a fat, bald man sitting behind a desk. The man lays some papers down onto the desk to which the bald, fat man reads. He nods a bit but then decides to pipe up.::
Bald, Fat man: (Bear in mind all of this is in Russian, so for the purposes of not having to translate it all, I'm just going to type it in English.) You have come for the man known as Spaz. He is a very dangerous man. Why would you even want to see him?
Man in jacket: Because I have information that he is here and I would like to chat with him. I am a reporter for a Calgary local paper. Calgary is his hometown, and there is a man running around claiming that he is in fact Spaz. I just want to verify that Spaz is in here, and not the man running around on the outside.
Bald, Fat Man: I can almost guarantee you that the man running around is not Jason Paul Alstin. Jason Alstin is within these walls. If you would like to see him, so be it. But I cannot promise that you will walk out of here under your own power. Since he's been here he has left that cell twice, and both times he has seriously injured one guard, and killed one with his leg irons. His LEG irons. It was sickening to look at, and he had the most sinister smile after it was over. It was like he enjoyed it. It's like he was getting sexual pleasure from doing it.
Reporter: Well, I'm willing to take that chance. Can I see him?
Bald, Fat Man: As you wish. Yuri, take him to cell 245098. Use this keycard to get through the door.
::The guard nods and both the guard and the Reporter leave the office and start down the hallway. They get to the end and to an elevator. The guard pushes the button and the doors slide open. They enter the elevator and the guard pushes the button. A small slat open, and on a screen it says "Keycard required". The guard inserts the card and the elevator starts on its way down. The guard stays quiet, but the reporter starts humming a melody. The guard looks over to him after a minute or so, to which he stops. Once the elevator reaches B9, the doors slide open and there is a small hallway, with but one door at the end. The guard starts down there and the reporter stalls a bit to write down a description of the hallway. The guard makes it to the door. He inserts the card once again into a slot by the door and an unlocking mechanism is heard. The guard opens the door and the reporter walks in, a little unsure at first, but then gets in the room. Behind the reporter, the guard closes the door and it locks tight, leaving Jason Alstin and a local Calgary reporter alone in a soundproof room. The reporter observes his surroundings before sitting down in a chair that is positioned against the wall on the side of the door. The reporter sees Jason with a pair of eyeglasses reading a Russian version of the Bible. His face looks different as he is sporting a very large beard and his hair is long, stringy, and dirty. Jason looks up from his book and places a thin strip of cloth in it and closes it. He places the book to the side. He glances to the reporter::
Jason: Yes?
Reporter: I am Rick Frond, of the Calgary Sun. I've been trying to track you down on the upwards of two years now. Now I have finally found you.
Jason: And who do you think you have found? I am just a broken man, looking to spend the rest of my life in this frozen ****hole.
Rick: You are the legendary.... Spaz.
::Jason's eyes lock onto the whole being of Rick, then he smiles.::
Jason: I believe that you are mistaken. I am just Jason Alstin. I have little to no wrestling background. Now if you will please leave.
Rick: But you are Spaz. There is only three Jason Alstin's in the world, one is black, one is seventy years old, and the other is you. I don't believe that a seventy year old man is the legendary Spaz, and I'm pretty sure that Spaz is Caucasian. So that leads me to believe that you are in fact Spaz.
Jason: Ok, so you have found me. What are you doing here? I have been incarcerated for the rest of my natural ****ing life, namely due to that life which I have chosen to forget. Then YOU show up and remind me of it. What stays my hand from gripping your throat and tearing the life out of you?
Rick: I just want an article. I want to let the people of Calgary, your people, hear your true story. Yours is a legendary one, as we have said already.
Jason: I give you the story, and you leave?
Rick: Yes.
Jason: Fine, where do we begin?
Rick: Why are you here?
Jason: Triple Homicide, then the ritualistic killing of seven people after that fact, plus the ruthless murder of a guard here in Svestpool.
Rick: That's very grisly. Can I ask how you were involved in such murders?
Jason: After the closing of SOWI, I trained a rookie in the business, by the name of Jonny Raver, he shunned me once I was through and went back to his life of being a male jerk... err... model. I took this as a shot to me and I went into hiding. I had no idea he had the resources to find me like he did. When he walked through my threshold on that October day, He riddled me with past thoughts. He had found the woman I used to love. He had found Azriel. Well, not her, but he had found a small trace of her. We left that night for Moscow. Raver, his girlfriend Madison, and I arrived in Moscow 18 hours later. We went to the place where her trace started and found that it was not her, but a purse snatcher who had stolen her "life" so it would seem with all the stuff he had of hers. I flew into a rage and ripped his throat out. But not before he led me to the place where he had taken her items. Once Raver and I entered the hotel room, Madison was strung up on the wall, murdered. Five men stood between us, and her corpse. Raver lost it and charged headfirst into the room and over to Madison, to which he was gunned down like an animal. From there, I blacked out, but I'm pretty sure that I walked into the room and killed three of the men, the other two escaped. After that, I tracked down the last two which all they did was lead me into a chain of nonsense, leading to the deaths of five other men. I still did not find Azriel, and I was arrested and brought here. The beginning of my stay was rather entertaining, as torture seemed to be on the menu every night. Once I learned of my weapons in this place, I used them, killing a guard and maiming another. Then, they sent me down here and I have no contact of ANY kind, until you showed up. Seven hundred, eighty three days later, I think that's an accurate count, but who knows with leap year and all. Plus, there are days when I totally black out and don't wake up. So days that I have been awake is that count.
Rick: Interesting. Now, can I ask about your wrestling career?
Jason: Subpar at best. You win some you lose some, albeit crafty owners, or guys who are so talented that there is clearly no way to win. But hell, then you get guys like Dman, and Gstar. Then it's academic that you win, or if you lose, you quit because then you have NO talent. But for our purposes here, I started my career in XCWI. I quickly became the Custom champion, once my reign was through, or at least once I was ****ed over. I left, taking MY title with me to my next venture. I don't even remember the dinky feds between there and BwF. In BwF I held the Custom, Tag, Chaos, Chaos was their equivalent to the Intercontinental title. The BwF World title was kept from me as a man, who held more power than anyone thought, held the title and only defended it against jobbers and guys the size of you. He, however, lost it to my good friend Omega, before the fed collapsed, and I was on my way to another. Then I joined up to SOWI, it was a fun little fed. I easily beat the champion and took his title. I held it until that one collapsed under itself. You could almost thank one, Spudman for that. But I shan't name names here. It's pointless.
Rick: Wasn't there a run in LAW?
Jason: No, since the closing of SOWI, there has been a good friend of mine running around posing as me. He came and visited me way back at the start of LAW; he informed me that he was going to pose as me. I gave the go ahead and he has been Spaz ever since.
Rick: That's interesting. It would explain the jumping of gimmicks.
Jason: Yes, he is a good friend of mine; I thank him for all that he has done to keep the spotlight off of me. Now, however, I need to leave this place.
::Jason gets up from his bed and starts to walk over to Rick. Jason balls his fist up.::
Rick: I don't understand, how are you going to leave this place?
Jason: By replacing myself with someone else
Rick: And that person might be?
Jason: YOU!
::Jason cracks Rick across the jaw, knocking him completely out cold. Rick slumps over from the chair onto the floor. Jason picks the reporter up and places him on the bed, but not before he strips him down and starts to put on his clothes.::
Jason: Ignorance still astounds me. Plus, you fit my description rather well.
::Jason places the blanket over the limp reporter and bangs on the door three times. The door opens and the guard is standing there, AK still in hand. Jason flashes his trademark smirk and the guard commands him to come with him, not realizing that the man is in fact the former prisoner. They make it to the elevator. The same process to bring them down, also takes them back up. Once they reach the hallway, they continue on. The door of the warden is open and Jason pokes his head in to say goodbye to him. Then the guard escorts him out. Once the door to the outside opens, Jason takes a deep breath and gets escorted to a car just outside the gates. Jason then knocks on the window of the driver. The door opens and out steps Scorch. He has a large smile on his face. They shake hands as Jason walks around the car and gets into the back on the passenger side. In the car, Scorch is driving, and there is an unknown woman in the backseat. Jason smiles as the camera fades to black::
Bald, Fat man: (Bear in mind all of this is in Russian, so for the purposes of not having to translate it all, I'm just going to type it in English.) You have come for the man known as Spaz. He is a very dangerous man. Why would you even want to see him?
Man in jacket: Because I have information that he is here and I would like to chat with him. I am a reporter for a Calgary local paper. Calgary is his hometown, and there is a man running around claiming that he is in fact Spaz. I just want to verify that Spaz is in here, and not the man running around on the outside.
Bald, Fat Man: I can almost guarantee you that the man running around is not Jason Paul Alstin. Jason Alstin is within these walls. If you would like to see him, so be it. But I cannot promise that you will walk out of here under your own power. Since he's been here he has left that cell twice, and both times he has seriously injured one guard, and killed one with his leg irons. His LEG irons. It was sickening to look at, and he had the most sinister smile after it was over. It was like he enjoyed it. It's like he was getting sexual pleasure from doing it.
Reporter: Well, I'm willing to take that chance. Can I see him?
Bald, Fat Man: As you wish. Yuri, take him to cell 245098. Use this keycard to get through the door.
::The guard nods and both the guard and the Reporter leave the office and start down the hallway. They get to the end and to an elevator. The guard pushes the button and the doors slide open. They enter the elevator and the guard pushes the button. A small slat open, and on a screen it says "Keycard required". The guard inserts the card and the elevator starts on its way down. The guard stays quiet, but the reporter starts humming a melody. The guard looks over to him after a minute or so, to which he stops. Once the elevator reaches B9, the doors slide open and there is a small hallway, with but one door at the end. The guard starts down there and the reporter stalls a bit to write down a description of the hallway. The guard makes it to the door. He inserts the card once again into a slot by the door and an unlocking mechanism is heard. The guard opens the door and the reporter walks in, a little unsure at first, but then gets in the room. Behind the reporter, the guard closes the door and it locks tight, leaving Jason Alstin and a local Calgary reporter alone in a soundproof room. The reporter observes his surroundings before sitting down in a chair that is positioned against the wall on the side of the door. The reporter sees Jason with a pair of eyeglasses reading a Russian version of the Bible. His face looks different as he is sporting a very large beard and his hair is long, stringy, and dirty. Jason looks up from his book and places a thin strip of cloth in it and closes it. He places the book to the side. He glances to the reporter::
Jason: Yes?
Reporter: I am Rick Frond, of the Calgary Sun. I've been trying to track you down on the upwards of two years now. Now I have finally found you.
Jason: And who do you think you have found? I am just a broken man, looking to spend the rest of my life in this frozen ****hole.
Rick: You are the legendary.... Spaz.
::Jason's eyes lock onto the whole being of Rick, then he smiles.::
Jason: I believe that you are mistaken. I am just Jason Alstin. I have little to no wrestling background. Now if you will please leave.
Rick: But you are Spaz. There is only three Jason Alstin's in the world, one is black, one is seventy years old, and the other is you. I don't believe that a seventy year old man is the legendary Spaz, and I'm pretty sure that Spaz is Caucasian. So that leads me to believe that you are in fact Spaz.
Jason: Ok, so you have found me. What are you doing here? I have been incarcerated for the rest of my natural ****ing life, namely due to that life which I have chosen to forget. Then YOU show up and remind me of it. What stays my hand from gripping your throat and tearing the life out of you?
Rick: I just want an article. I want to let the people of Calgary, your people, hear your true story. Yours is a legendary one, as we have said already.
Jason: I give you the story, and you leave?
Rick: Yes.
Jason: Fine, where do we begin?
Rick: Why are you here?
Jason: Triple Homicide, then the ritualistic killing of seven people after that fact, plus the ruthless murder of a guard here in Svestpool.
Rick: That's very grisly. Can I ask how you were involved in such murders?
Jason: After the closing of SOWI, I trained a rookie in the business, by the name of Jonny Raver, he shunned me once I was through and went back to his life of being a male jerk... err... model. I took this as a shot to me and I went into hiding. I had no idea he had the resources to find me like he did. When he walked through my threshold on that October day, He riddled me with past thoughts. He had found the woman I used to love. He had found Azriel. Well, not her, but he had found a small trace of her. We left that night for Moscow. Raver, his girlfriend Madison, and I arrived in Moscow 18 hours later. We went to the place where her trace started and found that it was not her, but a purse snatcher who had stolen her "life" so it would seem with all the stuff he had of hers. I flew into a rage and ripped his throat out. But not before he led me to the place where he had taken her items. Once Raver and I entered the hotel room, Madison was strung up on the wall, murdered. Five men stood between us, and her corpse. Raver lost it and charged headfirst into the room and over to Madison, to which he was gunned down like an animal. From there, I blacked out, but I'm pretty sure that I walked into the room and killed three of the men, the other two escaped. After that, I tracked down the last two which all they did was lead me into a chain of nonsense, leading to the deaths of five other men. I still did not find Azriel, and I was arrested and brought here. The beginning of my stay was rather entertaining, as torture seemed to be on the menu every night. Once I learned of my weapons in this place, I used them, killing a guard and maiming another. Then, they sent me down here and I have no contact of ANY kind, until you showed up. Seven hundred, eighty three days later, I think that's an accurate count, but who knows with leap year and all. Plus, there are days when I totally black out and don't wake up. So days that I have been awake is that count.
Rick: Interesting. Now, can I ask about your wrestling career?
Jason: Subpar at best. You win some you lose some, albeit crafty owners, or guys who are so talented that there is clearly no way to win. But hell, then you get guys like Dman, and Gstar. Then it's academic that you win, or if you lose, you quit because then you have NO talent. But for our purposes here, I started my career in XCWI. I quickly became the Custom champion, once my reign was through, or at least once I was ****ed over. I left, taking MY title with me to my next venture. I don't even remember the dinky feds between there and BwF. In BwF I held the Custom, Tag, Chaos, Chaos was their equivalent to the Intercontinental title. The BwF World title was kept from me as a man, who held more power than anyone thought, held the title and only defended it against jobbers and guys the size of you. He, however, lost it to my good friend Omega, before the fed collapsed, and I was on my way to another. Then I joined up to SOWI, it was a fun little fed. I easily beat the champion and took his title. I held it until that one collapsed under itself. You could almost thank one, Spudman for that. But I shan't name names here. It's pointless.
Rick: Wasn't there a run in LAW?
Jason: No, since the closing of SOWI, there has been a good friend of mine running around posing as me. He came and visited me way back at the start of LAW; he informed me that he was going to pose as me. I gave the go ahead and he has been Spaz ever since.
Rick: That's interesting. It would explain the jumping of gimmicks.
Jason: Yes, he is a good friend of mine; I thank him for all that he has done to keep the spotlight off of me. Now, however, I need to leave this place.
::Jason gets up from his bed and starts to walk over to Rick. Jason balls his fist up.::
Rick: I don't understand, how are you going to leave this place?
Jason: By replacing myself with someone else
Rick: And that person might be?
Jason: YOU!
::Jason cracks Rick across the jaw, knocking him completely out cold. Rick slumps over from the chair onto the floor. Jason picks the reporter up and places him on the bed, but not before he strips him down and starts to put on his clothes.::
Jason: Ignorance still astounds me. Plus, you fit my description rather well.
::Jason places the blanket over the limp reporter and bangs on the door three times. The door opens and the guard is standing there, AK still in hand. Jason flashes his trademark smirk and the guard commands him to come with him, not realizing that the man is in fact the former prisoner. They make it to the elevator. The same process to bring them down, also takes them back up. Once they reach the hallway, they continue on. The door of the warden is open and Jason pokes his head in to say goodbye to him. Then the guard escorts him out. Once the door to the outside opens, Jason takes a deep breath and gets escorted to a car just outside the gates. Jason then knocks on the window of the driver. The door opens and out steps Scorch. He has a large smile on his face. They shake hands as Jason walks around the car and gets into the back on the passenger side. In the car, Scorch is driving, and there is an unknown woman in the backseat. Jason smiles as the camera fades to black::
