Post by Matt Knox "The Raven" on Nov 12, 2020 0:17:54 GMT -5
November 11, 2020,
There is nothing more unsettling than seeing your reflection in a dirty mirror. The distorted view of your own face, the glimpse of horror in your eyes? It’s enough to turn your blood to ice and send your heart to meet your toes. Because the fear it inspires is some of the truest fear there is.
If you see it in a mirror, it means that it’s a reality, on some level. And when I look at Jack Michaels, I see the destination of every wrong path I could have taken as a man. So prideful and in love with himself, he sees all the wrong he has done as nothing more than necessary actions. Nevermind the only thing they were necessary to was his own massive ego.
I would take the debacle that was my world title reign a million times over becoming the kind of man Jack became in his historic reign. It says a lot that between the cult I ran out of here, the one I just met at the end of this past Chaos, and Jack Michaels? He seems the most impure, inhumane waste of God’s resources on the planet.
Part of me wishes this match mattered more, but frankly that’s just my own overinflated ego. I’ve wanted this fight since Jack stole time and opportunity from the rest of the roster after We Are Relentless. And now, two and a half months later I’m getting it. And I will not let the opportunity to defeat the biggest name in Carnage History slip through my fingers.
Sorry Old man,
It won’t be quick.
The Silver Moon Diner. At this point, it might as well have been The Set Diner. Or even Carnage Wrestling Diner. The interior was lit with jarring fluorescent lights, and was mostly empty, save for a couple of people at the bar, and a six and a half foot brooding figure tucked into a booth back in one corner.
Matthew Knox sat patiently, sipping on an iced tea and picking at what may, or may not, have been his third slice of key lime pie. His body felt sore from the confrontation with “the Institute” as Mia referred to them. He wanted to call them Diet Insidious but did not want to risk offending Hope. They were still her family, after all.
He adjusted in the seat, straightening out his Black Sabbath “Never Say Die” t-shirt. Certainly pertinent to him, and his opponent for Havoc. Jack Michaels and he were both cut from a stubborn sort of cloth. They wouldn’t quit, they wouldn’t stop, and they sure as shit would not die.
Even if they ought to.
As he sat, in the door came Kyra Johnson. She wasn’t exactly planning on coming out tonight at all, yet here she was in a familiar location out of curiosity. Curiosity at what Matt Knox could possibly want to pick her brain about, but a part of her already knew. She spotted Matt in the corner and moved towards him, lugging her daughter with her as the little girl struggled.
“Hey,” she said, forcing little Adina into the booth before sliding down into the seat across from Matt, “What’s up?” Matthew’s eyes rested on Adina first, a smile playing across his lips before he responded to Kyra
“She doesn’t look much like Jack. Lucky thing.” He reaches over, grabbing the dessert menu and setting it in front of the kid, “Here you go, chief. Let me know what you want and I’ll make sure they get it to ya..or else.” He winks his entire demeanor light and joking before turning back to Kyra and clearing his throat.
“Wanted to pick your brain on Jack. I’ve got him on Havoc. Probably double booked to punish me for hurting Chris.”
Kyra nodded her head as she watched her kid gaze over the menu like it was Candyland. “First off, she’s not Jacks. Thank God. But yeah, you aren’t the first one that wants to take advantage of the fact that I know him and I can’t stand the fucker. So, what do you wanna know?”
“Such an ugly way to frame it, Kyra,” he chuckles, taking a bite of the key lime pie and savoring it before washing it down with a swig of tea “Factual as it might be. I just want to know, what kind of game is he playing? This whole benevolent, joking dad shit is a facade. But the endgame? I don’t see it. Thought maybe you might have some deeper insight.”
“Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t know what he’s getting at with all this nicey nice bullshit. Personally, I think he’s losing his mind but lucky for me, I don’t have to care anymore. But, it’s like I told Mitch, he loves playing the victim. He loves being the hero, being the guy that does the right thing even if it’s so obviously not.” She stops for a moment, shaking her head. “Or at least that’s what he used to be. Now? I don’t know if he gives a shit anymore.”
“Saw him offering you a trust for the kid here. Smelled as sincere as his quest to defend Amber,” a pause, he exhales slowly, wiping a hand over his face as he shakes his head “I’ve wanted to hurt him since he came back. And All he has done since getting back is talk trash to my friends, and be a dismissive prick with me. Feels good to know there’s no more running for him, I guess.”
“I know you don’t need to hear it, but I’m sorry he came back and immediately started fucking with your life. I don’t like your boy toy, and I’m rooting for Mitch to take your belt from you. But having one’s personal business brought to light? Having the camera on your home life when you don’t want it to be? I know how that feels, and I hate it. And I hate Jack for putting you through it.”
For a moment, Kyra’s eyes almost look like they glassed over but she turned her attention to Adina, still engrossed in the menu, and sighed. “A lot of shit that’s happened to me is my own damn fault. But yeah, I don’t need his bullshit. I don’t like that he keeps trying to... help me? If that’s even what it’s supposed to be. I’ve taken care of myself and this little shit--”
Kyra chuckles and messes up Adina’s hair, before turning her eyes back onto Matt. “The point is, I get it. I wanna hurt him too and I envy that you get to have him one on one. He needs an attitude adjustment, Matt. He needs to be knocked back into reality.” Knox listens quietly, stirring at his drink with the straw while doing so, eyes locked on the lemon wedge as it tumbles across the ice.
“I will certainly do my best. I don’t get a lot about him. I don’t get how he can see himself as a hero. I don’t get why he’s so obsessed with everyone else’s kids. I don’t get how he thought a comeback at his age would lead to anything more than it already has...you know, Loss after Loss after Loss. I hate that he took the main event of 100 away from whoever else.” from me, he thought, deciding to keep his ego within the confines of his skull around someone barely more than a stranger.
“Thank you, by the way. For helping last night. I don’t know if me and Pe--Dragon Lady would have held out that much longer if you hadn’t shown up and started swinging.”
Kyra smirks, disguising the shock of being thanked by someone she’d never thought she’d be having a conversation like this with. “Eh, I like a good fight. Besides, I might be a bitch but… those people..” Her voice trails off as she shrugs her shoulders.
“Yeah...Those people.” he repeats, leaning back in the booth, then shrugging and motioning to the menu “Come on. Eat. I got what I need from you, maybe you buy the next slice of Key Lime and I tell you how to last more than five minutes against the Rat.”
“Wow. Harsh. But fine, I’ll listen. No guarantees that I’ll listen.” She replied, chuckling as she flagged the waitress down.
The camera cut in, to find Knox standing in the middle of the wrestling ring set up at his private training area. He is dressed in his ring gear, but free of the iconic face paint. His long frame is bent slightly, as he leaned upon the top rope. His eyes pierce the lens, looking clearer than they had been since the events of Chaos 101.
“Maybe, there are some who wanted to see me fight you since you came back, Jack. Hell, maybe some of the more delusional and faithful fans wanted to see us fight at some point when I was no longer a resident of the industry let alone society.”
His face twisted into a sneer, his words came out with an edge to them, they dripped with the purest of vitriol.
“I’ve just wanted to punch you in your insincere, arrogant fat face since you crawled out of your hole to defend Amber Ryan’s chivalry from Ken Davison. Or so the story went. Kudos to you, dropping the title stipulation after being shamed into doing it. At least now we know that narratives are worth more than gold to you, Jack.”
He pushed off the top rope and began to pace the ring as he formulated his thoughts, a hand resting on the top rope as he walks as if it were a cable guiding him on a route around the squared circle. He began to speak again, coming to a stop in one of the corners.
“This heroic image you’re putting out there? This happy go lucky elder statesman just looking to have fun and give back? I don’t buy it, Jack. I don’t buy it, and neither does anyone in the back with half a brain, or isn’t blinded by some ancient loyalty. Even if you hadn’t let the mask slip, I see through it. Just like I see through you.”
A smile plays upon his features then, full of malice and dripping with mockery. His tone matched the smile in kind, full of absolute disrespect and disregard for any and everything Michaels ever stood for.
“You’re lost, terrified, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t know which way to go. When was the last time Jack Michaels was apart of a promotion, and there was no gold being discussed in any of his upcoming matches? Hell, the last time that happened you were on the winning end of a wrestling match.”
A soft chuckle, as he gripped the top rope and dropped into a sitting position in the corner, stretching his long legs out in front of him, crossing one foot over the other as he took a relaxed stance. His tone stayed mocking, his smile remained dripping with ire.
“Brings me to my next point, adding that much more to how out of your element you are, Jack. You’ve never been such a fucking loser here in Carnage, have you? Maybe it’s the increase in volume, maybe it’s the age, but the fact buried at the bottom of the excuses. The answer to the equation. You haven’t won since I knew what Carnage was.”
“Is it the workload, Jack? Because from what I’ve learned on the grapevine, and from what I’ve seen looking through all the old cards..that historic reign? Came with a part-time workload. Five Hundred and Eighty days, and eight defenses? That’s a defense every two and a half months, by my count. And yet you tout this number, this reign as if you were defending it against all comers, every super show, every Chaos..but that just isn’t true, is it Jack?”
The smile falters finally, as the ire can no longer be contained to mockery. His voice takes on a familiar edge, a familiar rage.
“No, you hid yourself behind Amber, behind Paragon, and only fought when you couldn’t get out of it. And then finally, one of your loyal soldiers stepped out of line and cut you down. It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t so fucking pathetic.”
He yanked himself back to a vertical base, taking long strides toward the camera. The view would get a sense of a charging animal, right up to the moment where Knox leaned halfway over the top rope, seething as he spoke through clenched teeth.
“The one thing I cannot abide, above all else is a fucking liar, Jack. Which is why I can’t fucking stand you. Lord knows I’ve tried to engage and be friendly. But the more I stew, the more I think about it? I can’t stand you. You put on this facade of being a man’s man. Old values, Old Attitude, Old world views. A man’s got two things, his word and his balls type shit.”
“But that just isn’t you. No, there’s a disconnect in action and words with you. You preach on honor, integrity, doing what’s right but then you trash talk the newest, brightest stars in the business. You obsess over how much you love your children - only one of them yours, ironically - but then you nearly beat one to death, because she asked for it.”
He leaned back away from the ropes, shaking his head in disgust, motioning as he spoke, to drive home his next point.
“Nevermind the deep ravine of what’s fucking wrong about justifying anything that harms a woman with, “she asked for it” and let’s just get into some real, simple facts. If you loved Amber Ryan as much as you professed, you would have refused the fight. I know this is an old point, and you’d like it forgotten because of how fucking uncomfortable it makes you, but I won’t let it go. No, the Legion should never forget how much you care, compared to how much you care about yourself.”
For a moment, the ire melted away and a small, serene smile broke across his features as the one common thread between him and Michaels came to the forefront of his mind.
“I’m a father, Jack. I raised Hope for a time, unlike you and most any child I’ve seen you mention on the stick or in front of a camera. My daughter is the most precious thing to me. I’d never even think of lifting my hand to her, even in a sanctioned setting. Because she matters to me, Jack. She matters to me all the time, and not just when it makes me look good.”
And just like that, the reverie was gone and his face became etched in ire, determination, and resolution.
“So, man to man, father to...creepy stalker, I’m going to hurt you at Havoc. I’m going to beat the shit out of you for Amber, who won’t. I’m going to break your jaw for Kyra, who just wants you gone. God damn Jack, why is that so hard to get through your head? Is it all back on pride? Does it bug you, knowing that Ken is fucking her, after he whipped your ass, and beat everyone you assembled to become ‘Paragon’? Because that is some high school shit, and you’re closer to the grave than you ever have been to any higher learning.”
Matthew stepped back, to the center of the ring, outstretching his arms. He allowed himself a chuckle to break down the tension he had built, his tone came finally as he spoke, free of malice now. Free of anything but honesty. He spoke as if he were telling someone that rain, was in fact, wet.
“So, now there’s nothing left to do but do the damn thing, Jack. I’m going to hurt you, and I’m going to spend most of the days leading up to it dealing with Mac Bane and possibly Amber Ryan being incensed at everything I’ve laid at your feet here. But I don’t give a shit about that. You, you need to prepare yourself. And after it’s over? After the bell rings, and you drag your sorry, wrinkled carcass to the back? You take a moment to consider a few things.”
“I should watch who I run my mouth on”
“I might not have as much left in the tank as I thought.”
Post by Jack Michaels on Nov 13, 2020 21:24:30 GMT -5
“AJ, it’s Amber.”
“Hey… It’s like 2 am Amber. This better be im…”
“Where is our Dad, AJ? Where is he?”
“I uh… I thought he was back in Vegas. He took a different flight than me. I agreed to marry Mac and I didn’t really talk to him at Ch…”
“Yeah, congrats on you and Mac. Look… The airline said he never got on the flight, AJ. It’s been three days. He won’t answer his phone, all the texts just read delivered and the CFO of Dad’s company just woke me up calling the house saying his personal account linked to the business has been drained. He also just told me that Dad hasn’t been to a meeting in like 3 months. Something is wrong with that. I thought maybe he was with you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, no. I got mad at him and told him to fuck off. I haven’t talked to him since then.”
“Wait a sec… You did what?”
“... I uh… just got mad with him.”
“You told him to fuck off because you got mad with him? What did he do?”
“Nothing major… It was a stupid joke he said on Twitter before Chaos. A lot of people were getting upset and I…”
“You told Dad to fuck off over a joke he said on social media.”
“Well… I uh... I…”
“After everything he’s done for you… The blood he spilled for you. For our family. He told a joke and you decided to tell him to fuck off?”
“Amber… Fuck… Look, I didn’t mean it. I just have a lot going on here. You don’t und…”
“No, YOU don’t understand AJ. Our Dad is FUCKING missing and now I’m thinking you might be to blame for it. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Amber… You’re upset. I get it but you need to calm…”
“No, FUCK YOU AJ! Don’t tell me to calm down. In case you haven’t noticed, Dad hasn’t been good… Like… At all. One of us needs to give a shit about Dad and if you feel like helping, you know where to find me. Three fucking days and you don’t even check in with him… Over a fucking joke. You are… I… Forget it. Good BYE!”
“God damn it…”
11/13/2020 Memphis Fairgrounds Memphis TN 7:00 PM
Amber Ryan sat huddled against her bike as the rain poured around the canopy at the entrance site to the old Mid-South Coliseum. It had been over 24 hours since Jack had posted his enigmatic post about coming here and it was the best lead anyone had on finding where he was. For what felt like the hundredth time since then, Amber reread the tweet he left and felt a chill that neither came from the rain or the cold. He was celebrating a loss as a win by coming to Memphis to defend a belt he held 5 years ago in an arena closed for 14 years against an opponent 2 years retired from the sport. What concerned her even more was that he was traveling here with his wife who divorced Jack in 2007 and just so happened to kill herself in 2015.
She put the phone away as the words of her adopted sister kept plowing through her head. She blamed her for Jack running away and maybe her outburst caused whatever was crumbling in him to finally fall to the ground. She tried to push that out of her head as a pair of headlights pulled up to where the metal gate stopped entrance to the fairgrounds. It was a brand new 2020 Mustang GT that shimmered against the lightning in the sky. The driver door opened up as a figure stepped out to look at the gate in front of him.
“Hmm… Must have had a break in or something.” “Dad?”
The figure turned to face the voice and we see that it is in fact Jack Michaels. A came over his face as he waved at Amber. “Baby Girl!”
He jogged over as Amber was shocked at the state he was in. Even in the torrent downpour of rain, Jack looked like he’d been through hell. He was still wearing his tights and Gold’s Gym shirt from four days ago and what looked like dried blood was flaking away from his mustache with the wind. A week old beard crawled at his cheeks as did the dark shadows under his eyes which only deepened with every bolt of energy in the sky. “Oh my god…”
Jack narrowed his gaze as the smile faded a bit. “What’s wrong, kid? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Amber got to her feet as she tried to put words together at what was in front of her.
“Pops… Where have you been? Amber is worried, your company hasn’t seen you… Where did you get the car? What the hell is going on?”
Jack shrugged as he looked over at the Mustang.
“Yeah… She’s a sweet ride. I was going to take a flight down here but Val HATES to fly. I told her it’s not like we can get stuck up there, everytime a plane goes up, it has to come down…”
Jack laughed at his own joke as Amber just shook her head. “Val? You mean as in Valerie? Your alcoholic ex who d…”
Jack cut her off with a wave of his hand.
“Yeah… She wanted to drive so I said to hell with it, I’m buying a new car. Pulled out like 200 grand or something. You know… Fun money. Car only cost me 55 so figured we’d have a little vacation. Maybe get something for Amber that she might like. Like a CD. Or a dog. We just saw the new Harry Potter movie a few weeks ago at the theater so maybe I’ll get her a toy. I don’t know.”
Amber looked absolutely dumbstruck as she goes between Jack and the car. “I don’t even…”
Amber shook it off quickly and focused strictly on Jack.
“Dad… You need to listen to me. Whatever you think is going on is….. Not actually happening, okay? You aren’t the EWE World Champion anymore. It’s the year 2020 and whatever is going on is all in your head. You need to get cleaned up and realize that something is very wrong here, okay?”
Jack stared at Amber as thunder crashed behind them. He suddenly began to look and realize that there was water pouring around him.
“When did it start to rain…?”
A twitch came over his eye as suddenly he grabbed his left arm in pain. Amber began to walk out towards him but Jack growled
“Get the FUCK away from me.”
Amber froze in her tracks as Jack shuddered in pain. It wasn’t so much the tone of the voice that bothered her but rather what she saw in his eyes. As the bright bolts streaked across the sky, the normal warmth in Jack’s eyes had vanished and instead something feral and savage glared back at her. It reminded her of things she’d seen with the animals during her Carny days the moment before they attacked. Even in his darkest moments, Jack had never looked that way and it was the first time she felt afraid of him. “O-okay Dad. Take it easy.”
Amber grimaced at the stutter in her voice as Jack rolled out his shoulder and took a deep breath. Blood now leaked from his left nostril as a small, humorless smile crept on his lip.
“Dad now is it? Not Jack? Not here to tell me to fuck off when I try to have a laugh? Not going to try and hurt me anymore to make yourself feel better, huh?”
The smile left Jack’s face as he stretched his jaw and stiffened his back.
“Have I made it that hard for you, Amber?”
Jack slowly looked up at the rain in the sky as the water came down even harder. Amber struggled to shield her eyes as she tried to digest what was said.
Jack brought his glare back down and shouted out to Amber.
“HAVE I MADE IT THAT HARD, AMBER?”
Amber stayed quiet as Jack looked down at the puddles around his feet. He shook his head. “I never wanted anything. I never asked for anything other than for you to care. A reminder that maybe it was okay for me to not be perfect. Maybe that it was okay for me to just be… To just be…”
We hear Jack get choked up as Amber holds up a hand and slowly takes another step out towards him.. “Pops… I was angry. I was… Wrong. But please… You’re sick. Let me help y…”
Jack began to bellow laughter as Amber closed her mouth again.
“Now you care? NOW you care? What else can I give you… I gave up everything for you….. My belt… My career… Kyra…”
The laughter slowly turned to tears as the old man looked past Amber.
“I loved her so much… I wanted to be a family and now… I mean... I brought you into my home… Into my family. I gave you all I had. I truly did... What else do you want, Amber? WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME???”
Amber stands stunned as suddenly Jack slams a fist into his own face. Blood wells from his nose as it mixes with the freezing rain.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Dad…”
Jack looked down at the blood that was pattering on his hand as another lightning bolt rips the sky. He studies it as his head slowly bobs from side to side.
“That’s it, isn’t Valerie? That’s what I need to give her. She needs it.”
Jack is now soaked as he backs up towards his car. His eyes never leave his fist as Amber tried to reach him.
“Dad... There’s no one there... Valerie is dead. You… Please let me… Just…”
Jack opened the door to the car and suddenly smiled with bloody teeth at his daughter.
“Don’t worry baby girl… I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry… Don’t… Worry…”
Jack leaned down to get in but suddenly grabs at the side of his head in agony. Another twitch comes over before he stopped and stood back up to look at Amber with an eerie calm.
“Take care of Lil Amber… I don’t think I’m going home.”
Jack dove into the car as Amber rushed forward.
With a roar of the engine echoing in the night, Jack tore out of the mud as the rain washed over Amber...
??/??/2020 Unknown Location Unknown Time
It’s a dark and grimy scene as the camera opens up on a shot of some desolate room with a figure in a chair in a corner. As our eyes slowly adjust to the darkness we see that it is the haggard looking Jack Michaels sitting very casually while holding a ring bell on a chain. He sits staring at it with an emotionless expression before tapping it very lightly with a hammer.
He raises an eyebrow at the noise... Seeming almost confused at what he’s hearing. The bell spins slightly after the tap and we notice even in the dim light the crimson stains that adorn the blue metal. He taps it again.
This time he lets the hammer drop to the ground with a thud as the reverberation dies off. He casually runs a finger over the dark red stain. After a moment, he slowly replaces the bell to the ground. The old man stares at the residue on his fingers and rubs his thumb over it with curious placidity. He continues to analyze them as he speaks...
"When I was a young boy, my Dad used to tell me that blood was a sign that you were still alive. I’d skin a knee or bump an elbow and be reassured that nothing was really wrong because I was alive... The problem is that as I got older, I realized that being alive physically and being alive mentally are two different things. Metaphysically you can be as dead as a slab of concrete and still bleed can’t you? Cold... Hard... Devoid of care... All part of the emotional experience some people seem to lack. The irony to that statement is that while you may bleed and have nothing inside... Others may see your blood and find that they are very much alive.
Jack stops rubbing his fingers together and looks up into the camera darkly. "On April 27th, I got to understand that some watching me bleed made them feel good on the inside. It made them feel… Whole. It felt good because they knew that finally someone made a statement that there are rights and wrongs in this world. That they knew what was right and that I knew what was wrong. THEY were pure. THEY were destiny. THEY were… God. On April 27th, Amber Ryan caved my head in with that ring bell. It was right... and it was wonderful."
Jack takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before leaning back in the chair. "You see Matt… I won’t lie to you because I don't think you deserve for me to lie to you. You deserve to know that from the second I saw you I hated you. HATED you Matt. Not because I thought you were better than I or because there was something I was intimidated by but rather because there wasn't. I hated that I couldn't find something that would make me want to hurt you Matt. I hated that I couldn't bring myself to despise what you were trying to accomplish because I understood. I understood what it meant to shoot for the top. I got it Matt... I got it..."
Jack opens his eyes slowly as a small tremble is seen in his cheek. He chews it away and takes a deep breath. "For every person you talked down to... Every smartass remark. Every waking moment you pissed on the ground I helped pave... I hated you but I respected you. RESPECT Matt... I actually cared that you were trying to achieve what it is you wanted to be.
I wanted to be funny with you.
I wanted to like you.
I wanted to… To..."
Jack grabs at his head as pain seems to take over him. His voice drops an octave as he rocks in the chair. "Hello darkness my old friend... I've come to talk to you again... Because a vision softly creeping... Left its seed while I was sleeping... And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains..."
Jack looks up suddenly and tilts his head slightly towards the camera. "Maybe I am crazy… Maybe I need to walk away. What day… What year… What title are we… Am I the EWE champion? No… Carnage world champion. No… I am the HPW. RAW. CCW. I am… What am I? What the hell am I?"
Jack looks beyond the camera and puts his hand to his ear. "What? What was that baby girl? What did you say?
Yes, I understand. I never really thought about it like that before but yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I feel like I waited and stayed up all night and tried to figure out where the sun was. Then it dawned on me."
Jack begins laughing as a trickle of blood begins running down his nose. "You are all right… You all know that to be true. You all know it was about her. It’s about my daughter. My daughter Am… Amb… Amber. Yes….. Not Amber Michaels. Not my flesh and blood daughter. Not this time… No… It’s her. Her..."
The laughter stops as Jack begins to palm thrust the side of his skull. It’s soft at first but the dry thuds get harder and harder.
"I fucking hate you Matt Knox and I’m going… I’m going to do what I want to do because it’s what needs to be done.
I’m going to let you see what real pain is Matt.
Because you're going to be dead aren't you? You're dead… *Thud* You're dead and you don't even know it do you?
Its for her Matt... Its all for her.
*THUD* I’m going to watch the blood spill during our match. *THUD* WATCH IT SPILL MATT."
*THUD* *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* *THUD*
Lumps are forming on the side of Jack’s head as he is literally beating the hell out of himself on camera. Just as suddenly as he started, we see him stop and stare intently into the screen. "I used to believe in myself, Matt. I used to believe I had something worth fighting for that could be just for me. I used to want it all Matt… I used to want to be the best at something. Maybe I was… Maybe I wasn’t but in the end… What does it matter anymore?
The blood is coming.
The pain is nearing.
The agony is showing.
The day is ending."
Jack looks around his room and suddenly bows his head slightly. A wave of fatigue comes over him as his head does a full droop and he absently wipes blood from his nose. "I hate you Matt… I hate you because I have to hate you. I hate you because I have to hate me. Happy, hate, rude, stop. Make the noise stop. Stop. Make it stop… Make it all stop. Please Matt. Help me. Help me… Help me….. Help….. Me....."
Suddenly Jack springs to life and scoops up the ring bell off the floor. With all of his strength, he chucks the bell straight at the camera. The image explodes in a million pieces before our feed fades to black...