Post by Jaguar on Jul 16, 2019 15:22:14 GMT -5
The screen opens with a group of people walking down brightly lit hallway, all of them wearing lab coats. A man leads the group, holding a clipboard and black bag. They pass several locked doors on each side of the hallway as the man speaks.
“We promote getting these individuals back into normal life, grocery shopping, giving back to the community, even getting new jobs. Some are quick to get back into it, some take a little longer and need some extra care and rehabilitation. You see, some of these men and women were on top of the world, huge success, some made a lot of money, but when taken out of that limelight, some have trouble letting go.”
They stop a door.
“Perfect example right here… 51-year-old, male, admitted by his wife and his adult children about year ago….”
The doctor opens a slit in the door…
“John? How are we doing today?”
The camera slowly looks through the viewing glass into the room and shows a man in the corner of the room facing the wall.
“John?”
“That is the name that you gave me. That is the name of a nobody. Nobody knows who John is. John wasn’t a two-time ICW World Champion or Hall of Famer,” the man responds. “The name you gave me with a number stamped to my wrist, the name on prescription bottles with pills that you shove down my throat. Locked me in this cage and deprived the world of the greatest animal to ever step foot in the ring!”
The doctor turns back to the group of people.
“He’s developed in a mild case of schizophrenia since his retirement. He has difficulty separating his personal life from his professional life…. watch…”
The doctor opens the black bag and pulls something out. He then flips in through the talk hole like a frisbee, and John, as if Gollum finding the Ring, immediately crawls across the room and covers the object. In the fetal position, he cradles the object and holds it close to his bosom. He then sits up, pulls and hair back and places the object on his face. He stands up and turns around, facing the door. He whips his long blonde and grey hair back, revealing his now wearing the Jaguar mask.
“Ah, Jaguar, it’s good to see you again,” says the doctor.
“It is good to see you too, sir,” responds John, now as Jaguar.
The doctor grins at the group of people.
“Jaguar, two days ago, we had a very good conversation about what we needed to do to reacclimate you back into the everyday life. Your wife is ready for vacations in the sun, your son is getting married, your daughter finishing college. I know you want to be there for all of that- “
“FIFTY!”
“I’m sorry?”
“Fifty.”
“What is fifty?”
“It’s a number, a significant one…. Fifty minutes! Fifty minutes was all it took to see my career crash down before my eyes. All the blood, sweat, and tears. All the days and years, time away from my family to build such an illustrious career, only to see it nosedive in a matter of fifty minutes to the man they call, Rob Riot.”
“Remember, John- “
“MY NAME ISN’T JOHN!!!! FIFTY YEARS….” He looks towards the ceiling, “my, how the years have passed. Seems like yesterday when I was a young man of promise, with some ridiculous idea of dressing up as an animal and stepping into the ring. The Jaguar,” he pauses and laughs at his own creation, “What a ridiculous name. What a ridiculous gimmick! But maybe that’s what it took? An asinine name and character that got millions of people to gravitate towards for all those years…. Fifty… wait…what month is it?”
“It’s July,” answers the doctor.
Jaguar begins counting with his fingers, then he begins to laugh.
“If it’s July… if they haven’t already, RSW should be rolling out it’s fiftieth edition of Anarchy. Isn’t that something. What I would do to be there that night.”
“John… I mean, Jaguar…. You can be….”
Jaguar looks up and walks towards the door, staring the doctor directly in the eyes.
“Against my advisement, your wife and children have decided to put you through the outpatient process, so you may be available for the event.”
Jaguar begins laughing hysterically. He picks up his bed and tosses it across the room, the steel flying apart.
“Then the gods have answered my prayers. Once again, I will be unleashed into the wild and do what I was mean to do. Last time a hunter made his way into the jungle and the hunter became the hunted. Rob Riot merely wounded me, that’s all. NOBODY PUTS THE JAGUAR DOWN! I control my own fate, and some day, some day I will find the comfort of shade and lay down, rest, and close my eyes forever. But that will under my own terms, not of someone else’s. The blood trail left behind only lead Rob Riot to a healed and rejuvenated Jaguar, and you’ve wasted your energy in the first round of combat, my friend.”
The doctor unlocks the door, and everyone takes a step backwards. Jaguar slowly walks out, he is insane shape, only his age spots and hair give an inkling towards his age.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment to arrive. I didn’t ask for this, it is nothing other than destiny manifesting. We’ll give the world one more battle for the ages, but this time, I will be feasting on your flesh, and I’ll leave your remains for the ring crew to clean you up with a mop. You’ve entered the jungle before, and by miracle alone, you were able to survive. The odds are not in your favor, Riot. Not this time. Where it was me, on my knees, and bloody wreck, I will inverse onto you tenfold. Welcome BACK… to the jungle.”
The camera fades out.
“We promote getting these individuals back into normal life, grocery shopping, giving back to the community, even getting new jobs. Some are quick to get back into it, some take a little longer and need some extra care and rehabilitation. You see, some of these men and women were on top of the world, huge success, some made a lot of money, but when taken out of that limelight, some have trouble letting go.”
They stop a door.
“Perfect example right here… 51-year-old, male, admitted by his wife and his adult children about year ago….”
The doctor opens a slit in the door…
“John? How are we doing today?”
The camera slowly looks through the viewing glass into the room and shows a man in the corner of the room facing the wall.
“John?”
“That is the name that you gave me. That is the name of a nobody. Nobody knows who John is. John wasn’t a two-time ICW World Champion or Hall of Famer,” the man responds. “The name you gave me with a number stamped to my wrist, the name on prescription bottles with pills that you shove down my throat. Locked me in this cage and deprived the world of the greatest animal to ever step foot in the ring!”
The doctor turns back to the group of people.
“He’s developed in a mild case of schizophrenia since his retirement. He has difficulty separating his personal life from his professional life…. watch…”
The doctor opens the black bag and pulls something out. He then flips in through the talk hole like a frisbee, and John, as if Gollum finding the Ring, immediately crawls across the room and covers the object. In the fetal position, he cradles the object and holds it close to his bosom. He then sits up, pulls and hair back and places the object on his face. He stands up and turns around, facing the door. He whips his long blonde and grey hair back, revealing his now wearing the Jaguar mask.
“Ah, Jaguar, it’s good to see you again,” says the doctor.
“It is good to see you too, sir,” responds John, now as Jaguar.
The doctor grins at the group of people.
“Jaguar, two days ago, we had a very good conversation about what we needed to do to reacclimate you back into the everyday life. Your wife is ready for vacations in the sun, your son is getting married, your daughter finishing college. I know you want to be there for all of that- “
“FIFTY!”
“I’m sorry?”
“Fifty.”
“What is fifty?”
“It’s a number, a significant one…. Fifty minutes! Fifty minutes was all it took to see my career crash down before my eyes. All the blood, sweat, and tears. All the days and years, time away from my family to build such an illustrious career, only to see it nosedive in a matter of fifty minutes to the man they call, Rob Riot.”
“Remember, John- “
“MY NAME ISN’T JOHN!!!! FIFTY YEARS….” He looks towards the ceiling, “my, how the years have passed. Seems like yesterday when I was a young man of promise, with some ridiculous idea of dressing up as an animal and stepping into the ring. The Jaguar,” he pauses and laughs at his own creation, “What a ridiculous name. What a ridiculous gimmick! But maybe that’s what it took? An asinine name and character that got millions of people to gravitate towards for all those years…. Fifty… wait…what month is it?”
“It’s July,” answers the doctor.
Jaguar begins counting with his fingers, then he begins to laugh.
“If it’s July… if they haven’t already, RSW should be rolling out it’s fiftieth edition of Anarchy. Isn’t that something. What I would do to be there that night.”
“John… I mean, Jaguar…. You can be….”
Jaguar looks up and walks towards the door, staring the doctor directly in the eyes.
“Against my advisement, your wife and children have decided to put you through the outpatient process, so you may be available for the event.”
Jaguar begins laughing hysterically. He picks up his bed and tosses it across the room, the steel flying apart.
“Then the gods have answered my prayers. Once again, I will be unleashed into the wild and do what I was mean to do. Last time a hunter made his way into the jungle and the hunter became the hunted. Rob Riot merely wounded me, that’s all. NOBODY PUTS THE JAGUAR DOWN! I control my own fate, and some day, some day I will find the comfort of shade and lay down, rest, and close my eyes forever. But that will under my own terms, not of someone else’s. The blood trail left behind only lead Rob Riot to a healed and rejuvenated Jaguar, and you’ve wasted your energy in the first round of combat, my friend.”
The doctor unlocks the door, and everyone takes a step backwards. Jaguar slowly walks out, he is insane shape, only his age spots and hair give an inkling towards his age.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment to arrive. I didn’t ask for this, it is nothing other than destiny manifesting. We’ll give the world one more battle for the ages, but this time, I will be feasting on your flesh, and I’ll leave your remains for the ring crew to clean you up with a mop. You’ve entered the jungle before, and by miracle alone, you were able to survive. The odds are not in your favor, Riot. Not this time. Where it was me, on my knees, and bloody wreck, I will inverse onto you tenfold. Welcome BACK… to the jungle.”
The camera fades out.
