Post by razor1369 on Mar 14, 2013 1:39:51 GMT -5
*The scene opens inside a small room. There is a table, four walls and a door. There are no windows except the one that is barred on the door. The table has two chairs at it, one on either side. Underneath the table, on the floor is a large metal ring bolted to the floor. Sitting in the chair furthest from the door is a woman dressed in a light blue blouse, navy blue medium length skirt and has a dark blue dress jacket across the back of her chair. She is wearing very little make up. Some light rouge on her cheeks, a tiny bit of eyeliner and a thin coating of light pink lipstick. She wears a pair of glasses, white socks and black dress shoes. Her hair is blond and is done up in a solo pony tail down her back. She has a writing pad in front of her on the table with a pen in her hand. Beside her chair on the ground is a midnight blue briefcase. Across from her sits a man who's face cannot be seen due to the lack of light. He is however wearing a straight jacket with his legs shackled to the ring in the floor so he has very limited range of movement. He leans back in the chair as the woman looks him over a bit. The woman then glances towards the door, no doubt making sure she can still see one of the guards in case she needs him. She picks up her pen and is poised to begin writing.*
Woman: Welcome to your psychological evaluation Mr...
Man: Jake. Call me Jake.
Woman: Jake. I generally prefer the formal names, it keeps things more professional.
Jake: Haha. Professional!? I know why you're here. I know what this is all about. You have come to declare me criminally insane, have you not?
Woman: No, I have not come here to declare anything. I am a trained psychologist and I am here to evaluate your mental capacity to see if you are fit to return to general population. As you know, your time here has been marred with many different doctors and medications. I have reviewed your file from your previous therapist and I have come to some conclusions that lead me to believe you are not as insane as others might say you are.
Jake: Listen here woman.
Woman: My name is Miss. Quick.
Jake: Haha... well 'Ms. Quick' I assure you that I have very much all of my faculties working in 100% condition. If I were as insane as that last... quack... thought me to be, I wouldn't be here in this low security facility, would I? I would be locked up in the asylum where those who have really lost all their marbles go.
Miss Quick: Jake, why have you refused to give a surname in all your transcripts? I came in here wondering that as much as I have to do my job to evaluate you. It just seems so much like a sham to go without a surname in this day and age. You are not some Prince or Madonna type are you?
Jake: Of course not.
Miss Quick: Then why will you not tell anyone your surname? What would be so wrong with that?
Jake: You're a cute one. The last doctor was old, but look at how beautiful you are.
Miss Quick: Jake, you are avoiding the question.
Jake: You're gawd damn right I am avoiding the question. What business is it of yours? Who care what my surname was. I have changed much in the last few years. I had a career once. I had a family once... I even adopted a child once to make things like a normal family. I have worked, I have studied... I even owned my own business. I had friends and loved ones who cared. Where are all these people now!? WHERE!?!? I will tell you where. They have left me on my own. They all have gone their own ways and want nothing to do with me. So I have changed, I am no longer who I once was... I am no longer that man. I am now Jake...
*Miss Quick looks slightly taken aback, though not so much scared, but more compassionate. A single tear forms and slides down the side of her cheek. She never thought she could be moved or touched by someone's story. She is a professional and nothing could have prepared her for what has happened in the last couple of minutes. She looks at the man sitting across from her.*
Miss Quick: I ...I am sorry.
Jake: Sorry? Why are YOU sorry? You didn't leave me.
Miss Quick: No. *And I won't... ever.* However, I am sorry that you have had to go through such drastic changes. Those kinds of changes are what we in the psychiatric profession call 'triggers'. Something that...
Jake: Look Miss Q, I watch "Criminal Minds" and "CSI", I know all the terms you use. Call it what you want, but I have found my calming force.
Miss Quick: I have noticed a note here that says you like to read comic books.
Jake: Yes. We get the trade paperbacks here and I have read many. From Batman, to Superman, to Wolverine, to the X-Men and so on. Though I do really enjoy the Batman ones. So many parallels I can find in my life... not literally, but many different aspects are relatable.
Miss Quick: Well Jake, since you refuse to give me a surname currently... and acknowledging your affinity for the Batman comics... I will tell you that my given name is Harleen.
*At this Jake's head moves up and he looks at Harleen, and though we cannot see his face due to the light, from his demeanor we can tell he has a smile on his face.*
--Present Day--
*Jake Jester walks into his dressing room and throws his joke gun across the room and as it hits the wall the "BANG" flag shoots out before it hits the ground. He takes off his purple shirt and tosses it on the barber chair. He then sits and stairs in the mirror. The smile he has painted on his face almost mocking him. There is a knock on his door and he grabs a purple robe hanging just off to the side of the mirror and throws it on before opening the door. Standing there is the very beautiful, and obviously very emotionally distraught Harleen.*
Harleen: Mr... Mr. J ...I am so... *sniff* sorry.
*Jake's heart always softens when he sees this vision before him. As much as he appears to disrespect her and treat her badly, he never could believe how much she has changed, improved and affected his life. Things are always changing, but in the past few years she has been the one constant.*
Jake: Harley... Don't worry. Shit happens and in this business if you dwell on the loses you cannot focus on the future. We will get our chance at Green Man again, this will not be the end of things. He may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. Now come on in.
*Harleen gives one last sniffle and then finds that spring in her step and comes inside the dressing room*
Harleen: Oh, before I forget Mr. J, we have been told...w ell I have been told who your next opponent will be. It is MG3.
*Jake rolls his eyes as he takes the slip of paper handed to him by Harleen with Rizzo's noting of who his next opponent will be*
Jake: So what does...
Harleen: I knew you would ask as soon as I saw the name. I mean we already had to face a guy who called himself Green Man, so what does MG3 stand for Marcus Grant the 3rd.
Jake: So there were 2 more idiots before this guy that had the name. So were they MG1 and MG2... Kind of sounds like the title of a bad video game. Actually, maybe it is. I think I remember he lost pretty handily to Downfall. I have heard of this Downfall fella and he is not a man to be messing with, that is for damned sure. We will one day, but not this day. This day we get Downfall's leftovers. Sure, MG3 and I both lost our first matches, but that will not change what the future holds for MG3. I may have lost to Green Man, but Green Man knows that I am not to be taken as a joke. I can admit defeat... even if I don't admit it gracefully. However, we will not come into this company and take 2 straight losses out of the gate. I have been in this position before in the past... in a past life I remember all too well at times like this... and yet I managed to climb to the top of that mountain and I will do so again. So the focus now turns from a man who rallies the fans and enjoys dancing... to a man of many names. Marcus Grant III will know the name of Jake Jester... or maybe I should just go by the name J2.
Harleen: Well Mr. J we do have one other advantage we didn't have last time.
Jake: That we do Harleen. Go make the phone call and get me the video of MG3's match. Shouldn't be too hard to see where his weakness lies, Downfall found it and now it is my turn to exploit it.
*Harleen rushes out the door and Jake takes a seat and once again looks into the mirror. Smiling to himself he remembers a time not too long ago.*
--The Past--
Miss Quick: So let's talk about your past career Jake. What did you do for a living?
Jake: I told you before Harley, I don't want to bring that up again.
Miss Quick: Can you at least just give me a clue? Maybe some kind of riddle, or rhyme?
Jake: The four horsemen brought forth a new world order only to be done in by generation x.
*The scene fades to black*
Woman: Welcome to your psychological evaluation Mr...
Man: Jake. Call me Jake.
Woman: Jake. I generally prefer the formal names, it keeps things more professional.
Jake: Haha. Professional!? I know why you're here. I know what this is all about. You have come to declare me criminally insane, have you not?
Woman: No, I have not come here to declare anything. I am a trained psychologist and I am here to evaluate your mental capacity to see if you are fit to return to general population. As you know, your time here has been marred with many different doctors and medications. I have reviewed your file from your previous therapist and I have come to some conclusions that lead me to believe you are not as insane as others might say you are.
Jake: Listen here woman.
Woman: My name is Miss. Quick.
Jake: Haha... well 'Ms. Quick' I assure you that I have very much all of my faculties working in 100% condition. If I were as insane as that last... quack... thought me to be, I wouldn't be here in this low security facility, would I? I would be locked up in the asylum where those who have really lost all their marbles go.
Miss Quick: Jake, why have you refused to give a surname in all your transcripts? I came in here wondering that as much as I have to do my job to evaluate you. It just seems so much like a sham to go without a surname in this day and age. You are not some Prince or Madonna type are you?
Jake: Of course not.
Miss Quick: Then why will you not tell anyone your surname? What would be so wrong with that?
Jake: You're a cute one. The last doctor was old, but look at how beautiful you are.
Miss Quick: Jake, you are avoiding the question.
Jake: You're gawd damn right I am avoiding the question. What business is it of yours? Who care what my surname was. I have changed much in the last few years. I had a career once. I had a family once... I even adopted a child once to make things like a normal family. I have worked, I have studied... I even owned my own business. I had friends and loved ones who cared. Where are all these people now!? WHERE!?!? I will tell you where. They have left me on my own. They all have gone their own ways and want nothing to do with me. So I have changed, I am no longer who I once was... I am no longer that man. I am now Jake...
*Miss Quick looks slightly taken aback, though not so much scared, but more compassionate. A single tear forms and slides down the side of her cheek. She never thought she could be moved or touched by someone's story. She is a professional and nothing could have prepared her for what has happened in the last couple of minutes. She looks at the man sitting across from her.*
Miss Quick: I ...I am sorry.
Jake: Sorry? Why are YOU sorry? You didn't leave me.
Miss Quick: No. *And I won't... ever.* However, I am sorry that you have had to go through such drastic changes. Those kinds of changes are what we in the psychiatric profession call 'triggers'. Something that...
Jake: Look Miss Q, I watch "Criminal Minds" and "CSI", I know all the terms you use. Call it what you want, but I have found my calming force.
Miss Quick: I have noticed a note here that says you like to read comic books.
Jake: Yes. We get the trade paperbacks here and I have read many. From Batman, to Superman, to Wolverine, to the X-Men and so on. Though I do really enjoy the Batman ones. So many parallels I can find in my life... not literally, but many different aspects are relatable.
Miss Quick: Well Jake, since you refuse to give me a surname currently... and acknowledging your affinity for the Batman comics... I will tell you that my given name is Harleen.
*At this Jake's head moves up and he looks at Harleen, and though we cannot see his face due to the light, from his demeanor we can tell he has a smile on his face.*
--Present Day--
*Jake Jester walks into his dressing room and throws his joke gun across the room and as it hits the wall the "BANG" flag shoots out before it hits the ground. He takes off his purple shirt and tosses it on the barber chair. He then sits and stairs in the mirror. The smile he has painted on his face almost mocking him. There is a knock on his door and he grabs a purple robe hanging just off to the side of the mirror and throws it on before opening the door. Standing there is the very beautiful, and obviously very emotionally distraught Harleen.*
Harleen: Mr... Mr. J ...I am so... *sniff* sorry.
*Jake's heart always softens when he sees this vision before him. As much as he appears to disrespect her and treat her badly, he never could believe how much she has changed, improved and affected his life. Things are always changing, but in the past few years she has been the one constant.*
Jake: Harley... Don't worry. Shit happens and in this business if you dwell on the loses you cannot focus on the future. We will get our chance at Green Man again, this will not be the end of things. He may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. Now come on in.
*Harleen gives one last sniffle and then finds that spring in her step and comes inside the dressing room*
Harleen: Oh, before I forget Mr. J, we have been told...w ell I have been told who your next opponent will be. It is MG3.
*Jake rolls his eyes as he takes the slip of paper handed to him by Harleen with Rizzo's noting of who his next opponent will be*
Jake: So what does...
Harleen: I knew you would ask as soon as I saw the name. I mean we already had to face a guy who called himself Green Man, so what does MG3 stand for Marcus Grant the 3rd.
Jake: So there were 2 more idiots before this guy that had the name. So were they MG1 and MG2... Kind of sounds like the title of a bad video game. Actually, maybe it is. I think I remember he lost pretty handily to Downfall. I have heard of this Downfall fella and he is not a man to be messing with, that is for damned sure. We will one day, but not this day. This day we get Downfall's leftovers. Sure, MG3 and I both lost our first matches, but that will not change what the future holds for MG3. I may have lost to Green Man, but Green Man knows that I am not to be taken as a joke. I can admit defeat... even if I don't admit it gracefully. However, we will not come into this company and take 2 straight losses out of the gate. I have been in this position before in the past... in a past life I remember all too well at times like this... and yet I managed to climb to the top of that mountain and I will do so again. So the focus now turns from a man who rallies the fans and enjoys dancing... to a man of many names. Marcus Grant III will know the name of Jake Jester... or maybe I should just go by the name J2.
Harleen: Well Mr. J we do have one other advantage we didn't have last time.
Jake: That we do Harleen. Go make the phone call and get me the video of MG3's match. Shouldn't be too hard to see where his weakness lies, Downfall found it and now it is my turn to exploit it.
*Harleen rushes out the door and Jake takes a seat and once again looks into the mirror. Smiling to himself he remembers a time not too long ago.*
--The Past--
Miss Quick: So let's talk about your past career Jake. What did you do for a living?
Jake: I told you before Harley, I don't want to bring that up again.
Miss Quick: Can you at least just give me a clue? Maybe some kind of riddle, or rhyme?
Jake: The four horsemen brought forth a new world order only to be done in by generation x.
*The scene fades to black*