Post by Jason Dave on Dec 9, 2011 17:22:12 GMT -3
OOC: This is what you need to know to follow the roleplay thing.
Alligned Left: Jason's thoughts/Intro
Alligned Center: Description/Flashback crap
Alligned Right: Dialogue/Journal
Enjoy!
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"Sometimes, I believe that I am worse than others. I never see myself as the worst superstar on the roster. I always believe I should be praised and respected by the world, but not many agree. I don't fit into any category of what many would define superstars as. I'm special; my family should be proud I am related to them by blood. I always look towards the future, sometimes I dwell in the past, rarely do I look at the present. The world has shaped my career into what it is today as perhaps one of the most hated superstars in history.
Sometimes, I wonder if I really fit into this world with this advanced technology. I'm still rocking out when I work out with my radio more than I do with my IPod. I don't mind the usage of this new technology, I just prefer the loud speakers in my own radio than that small music device. The world seems to be obsessed with everything they use and every new electronic that gets stocked onto the store shelves. I simply stare and walk away like it don't matter.
I've screwed up in life more than I have made success. I sold my life to drugs and illegal activity. I almost got my ass stuck into a terrorist assault. That would have been my biggest mistake in my life that I have ever made. I've been in jail many times and served for quite some time. Now a days, it seems ten years is like an average sentence. Before it was an average sentence, ten years changed a man's life more than you could ever believe. I remember my ten year sentence so vividly, especially that last day before I was let out into the world."
Sometimes, I wonder if I really fit into this world with this advanced technology. I'm still rocking out when I work out with my radio more than I do with my IPod. I don't mind the usage of this new technology, I just prefer the loud speakers in my own radio than that small music device. The world seems to be obsessed with everything they use and every new electronic that gets stocked onto the store shelves. I simply stare and walk away like it don't matter.
I've screwed up in life more than I have made success. I sold my life to drugs and illegal activity. I almost got my ass stuck into a terrorist assault. That would have been my biggest mistake in my life that I have ever made. I've been in jail many times and served for quite some time. Now a days, it seems ten years is like an average sentence. Before it was an average sentence, ten years changed a man's life more than you could ever believe. I remember my ten year sentence so vividly, especially that last day before I was let out into the world."
To the night of Jason's Championship Victory...
It was a night to be remembered, Jason Dave captured the ICW World Warrior Championship in a grueling match-up. Jason partied all the way from the backstage locker rooms, to his home back in Cameron North Carolina. He pulled up to his apartment building as Jason was to cheap to buy a mansion or a real house. He had no need for it since he was single. He quickly got out of his sports car and ran inside all the way up to his apartment, flaunting the new ICW World Warrior Championship as he saw more and more people. He opened the door to his apartment and quickly slammed it shut. He was alone in his apartment; he threw the title on the table and popped down on the couch. [/i][/center]
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Ah, what a night. Time to get some sleep.
Ah, what a night. Time to get some sleep.
Jason was too lazy to get his ass up off the couch and into his bed. All of the lights were off in his apartment and he slowly shut his eyes and began to dream.
Jason's dream....
It was a dreary prison, filled with men who looked as if their life were nothing but steroids. The sight of paranoia was slathered all over their face. Some of the men had their arms hanging out of the cage they were locked inside of. They all groaned and moaned as they couldn't believe how they screwed their life up so much to end up behind bars. Drug dealers, smugglers, terrorists, crack' heads, any type of crime, there is someone in this jail for that reason. There was a hint of dry blood staining not only the walls but the bars and floor all around the jail.
Outside the inner walls of the jail was medium size area for the jail burdens to be outside and soak in the sun. The section is enclosed by a thirty foot fence with barb wire wrapped along the top and bottom of the fence. Outside the edge of the fence were jail watchers with fully loaded guns; some were standing on top of watch towers to get a better view of the jail. There were a few groups of people circling around some people who seemed to be rapping, but it was to quiet to hear them.
Back inside the jail, there was a small area where there were nothing but empty cells, excluding one cell. A man lay there with his back facing towards the lengthier side of the bars. His head laid on a bar and his legs were pushed up against the other side of the bars. His eyes were closed and a notebook and pen was placed behind his back. He had written what seemed to be a entry in a journal. He had black, blue and purple streaks in his hair; the tips of the dyed hair had red in them for extra color effects. He wore a jail uniform, an orange jumpsuit.
The journal behind him caught the attention of many people as they passed by. The jail watchers stopped by his cell every now and then to read his journal. The page opened up to had a long entry and seemed to be quite intriguing to many of the people:
Outside the inner walls of the jail was medium size area for the jail burdens to be outside and soak in the sun. The section is enclosed by a thirty foot fence with barb wire wrapped along the top and bottom of the fence. Outside the edge of the fence were jail watchers with fully loaded guns; some were standing on top of watch towers to get a better view of the jail. There were a few groups of people circling around some people who seemed to be rapping, but it was to quiet to hear them.
Back inside the jail, there was a small area where there were nothing but empty cells, excluding one cell. A man lay there with his back facing towards the lengthier side of the bars. His head laid on a bar and his legs were pushed up against the other side of the bars. His eyes were closed and a notebook and pen was placed behind his back. He had written what seemed to be a entry in a journal. He had black, blue and purple streaks in his hair; the tips of the dyed hair had red in them for extra color effects. He wore a jail uniform, an orange jumpsuit.
The journal behind him caught the attention of many people as they passed by. The jail watchers stopped by his cell every now and then to read his journal. The page opened up to had a long entry and seemed to be quite intriguing to many of the people:
Day: 3,650. The Day of my Release.
In case I forgot, I have kept many different journal entries about my life here inside prison. My name tag which reads Jason Dave has become all torn up and slashed at a little bit. My jumpsuit still has some dirt stains and blood stains through the death fights I've had to go through. I've been rotting in this cell for ten years, watching all the new jail burdens walk in and out of the cell. I still can't believe how stupid I was ten years ago, when I sold my life to drugs.
I was one of the top drug dealers anyone in the world could possibly reach. I had it all, everything in the world; until the day I was caught. Now, I have been rotting in this dark empty cell for over three thousand days. It's given my a long time to look over my life and my mistakes. When I first came here, I acted the same as everyone else. I was in full out denial I was to be locked in this cell, but these past ten years have really changed me.
I never could understand how a few years in jail could change a man. I left my family hanging, I was helping pay their bills. I had all the money from the drug deals I was making. I was a rich bastard. Everything I did, I did only to make money and better my family. My family has been holding me back for years and I continue to receive post card after post card from them. They continue to thank me for all the money I poured into their laps, even if it did involve drug dealing.
The world is going to seem like a whole new place when I step out of the jail for the first time in ten years. I've been outside enjoying the sun when allowed. I can't believe how pale my skin has turned. It feels as if its been forever since I've seen the real outside world. Could the world really be that much different from the cold cell in which I have been locked in for ten years? For some reason why, while I was locked it here, I felt like a child but I had the thoughts of a man who has just about lost everything.
Compared to my first day here, August 30th, 1995, I was a lost soul and I was placed in jail high. Today, it's August 31st, 2005; today feels like it is important, but I can't understand or remember what today is and why it is important. I stopped thinking about it after the time of the day reached noon: or so I thought was noon. I couldn't tell the time because there was no clock to tell time. Before I pack up what is my possessions that I brought to jail with me: a picture of my family, this journal and a change of clothes to put on for when he leaves.
In just a few hours, I am going to end up leaving this forsaken jail and back into the real world. I'm pumped to get out of this jail and finally see my family after a long ten grueling years. For now, I will spend my time resting until it's time for me to leave.[/right]
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That was all the journal read. A jail watcher comes to Jason's cell and opens it up. The jail watcher kicks Jason in the back in order to wake him up. Jason jumped and turned his attention to the jail watcher.
[/center]Jail Watcher ~Jailer~
Hey, Jason, your ten year sentence is up.
Hey, Jason, your ten year sentence is up.
Jason quickly sprung to his feet and grabbed all of his belongings. He stepped out of his cell and followed the jail watcher to the main office where Jason signed papers to be released from prison. He was allowed to change out of his jail clothing into his casual clothing he would wear around the streets. He stepped outside in the sunlight and looked around. He looked back at the jail and saw all of the other jail burdens stuck behind the fence with barb wire around it. Jason looked back on the road in front of him and saw a familiar car with a familiar face inside of it. It was his brother, Matt Dave; he was here to pick Jason up from jail. He smiled at his brother and hopped into the car and drove off away from the jail.
To present day...
Ten years have passed since Jason was last in jail. Those were some of the ten worst years of his life. Ever since he has stepped foot out of the god forsaken place, Jason has yet to submit his life back to drugs. About a month or two ago, he almost did when he burned down that torn up house. The world has been nothing a hell in a cell with the only way out to be death; that is what some people believe and end up taking their lives because that is what they believe.
Over the past ten years, Jason has been getting assistance to make sure he does not commit suicide. His family still worries about him with the sick and twisted mind that Jason has, but they don't worry to much. Matt Dave, Jason's brother, has been a huge help to Jason in becoming and staying sober for the past ten years. Every now and then, Jason returns home back to his parents to see how they are doing. He currently is in the middle of one of his visits to his family. It's almost the end of the day and time for him to leave. Jason grabbed his coat which was hanging on a chair in the kitchen table and tossed it on. His parents were on the other side of the table smiling at him.
Over the past ten years, Jason has been getting assistance to make sure he does not commit suicide. His family still worries about him with the sick and twisted mind that Jason has, but they don't worry to much. Matt Dave, Jason's brother, has been a huge help to Jason in becoming and staying sober for the past ten years. Every now and then, Jason returns home back to his parents to see how they are doing. He currently is in the middle of one of his visits to his family. It's almost the end of the day and time for him to leave. Jason grabbed his coat which was hanging on a chair in the kitchen table and tossed it on. His parents were on the other side of the table smiling at him.
Mama Dave ~Beauty~
Jason, sweetie, do you really have to leave so soon?
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Afraid so ma' but don't worry, I'll be back soon for a visit. I got to make it to the next ShowDown.
Papa Dave ~Strong~
That's right, your signed with ICW, I thought you were pondering it over in your head that you were going to quit wrestling soon?
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
I thought about it and I still am. I haven't really done what I've been hoping to do in the wrestling world just yet.
Jason, sweetie, do you really have to leave so soon?
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Afraid so ma' but don't worry, I'll be back soon for a visit. I got to make it to the next ShowDown.
Papa Dave ~Strong~
That's right, your signed with ICW, I thought you were pondering it over in your head that you were going to quit wrestling soon?
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
I thought about it and I still am. I haven't really done what I've been hoping to do in the wrestling world just yet.
He sat down in the chair his coat was hanging on. His parents took seats around the kitchen table with him to get more comfortable. The three of them all cupped their hands and placed them on the table looking at one another.
Mama Dave ~Beauty~
Who are you facing this week, son?
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Mark Polo, some guy who was the ICW Television Champion for like, a day, I think.
Papa Dave ~Strong~
Jason, you've been doing this for over twenty years-
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Dad, where are you going with this?
Papa Dave ~Strong~
Don't you think maybe your just not destined to do what you want to do in the wrestling world?[/right][/b]
The three of them sat there, in silence. How could Jason not be able to do what he would want to do? What was preventing him to not being able to fulfill his dreams? He's won the XWA championship, and the NGW Tag Team championship before, but why won't his parent's support him? Ever since he got out of jail, the world has yet to make sense to Jason. Life has been nothing but a hell in a cell, but this cell, he can't get out of.
Mama Dave ~Beauty~
Oh honey! Quit that, your making our son feel bad. Were his parents, we have to support him no matter what.
Oh honey! Quit that, your making our son feel bad. Were his parents, we have to support him no matter what.
She nudges her husband and stares at him with a little death stare. She turns back to her son and smiles at him warmly.
Mama Dave ~Beauty~
Son, you know we will always love you and support you in whatever you do.
Son, you know we will always love you and support you in whatever you do.
Jason slammed his hands on the table and stood up. He looked angrily at his parents. It was a little psychotic of him to do this, but he had a good reason. He hate rage and anger written all over his face, but his voice was steady and calm when he spoke.
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Ya' know, I'm really glad that my parents are supporting me. Only because they have to 'cause I'm your son.
[/b]Ya' know, I'm really glad that my parents are supporting me. Only because they have to 'cause I'm your son.
His parents stood up and tried to speak but Jason quickly shut them up by speaking even more.
Jason Dave ~ICW World Warrior Champion~
Don't try to say that’s not what you guys meant. You only support me 'cause I'm your son. You don't love me, I get it. Nobody loves me, not even my own family. My head my not always function right, but I know when someone doesn't love me.
Don't try to say that’s not what you guys meant. You only support me 'cause I'm your son. You don't love me, I get it. Nobody loves me, not even my own family. My head my not always function right, but I know when someone doesn't love me.
With that, Jason threw the chair he was once sitting in out of the way and stormed out the house through the front door. His parents stood there in the middle of their kitchen as their eldest son stepped into his new sports car and drove off from their house. Nothing but rage and anger was in the mind of Jason. Fire burned deep within his eyes. He wants to prove the world wrong: He will do everything he wants to do.
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