North board, roleplay 1
New Brunswick, Canada
10:00 am
When the time and date disappear, our screen is left black... Slowly, the bold white letters of a quote fade in at the center of the screen...
“Jason Snow has more faces than anyone I’ve ever known. One minute he’s a caring, nurturing even. Usually, however, he truly believes that the sun doesn’t rise until his eyes open in the morning. And occasionally... he’s an absolute monster.”
- Mark Malloy, PCW Analyst and NTICW Play-by-Play man
As the words fade out, we hear the quick re-occurring sound of rope on wood...
...Thwap, Thwap, Thwap...
Bright sunlight bursts onto our screen and we, the viewers, are initially blinded. As the camera brings the scene into focus, we realize that the rapid-fire sound is that of a man jumping rope. He jumps effortlessly with his back to a rather large window where the sun pours into the small corner of the empty room. It’s rare to see a man jumping rope in a pair of Snake Skin boots - it’s even more rare to see a man jump rope in leather pants. But the man does not appear to care much about the comfort that his clothing provides.
He’s not wearing a shirt on this warm spring morning in New Brunswick, Canada. Sweat shines his stunning physique and glistens off the crucifix that’s tattoo’ed on his left shoulder. He’s not a large man, by wrestling standards, standing an inch over six feet tall and weighing in around the two hundred and thirty pound mark. But for this man, success has never been measured in inches and pounds. Rather, success has always been a testament to his pure desire to win.
And those eyes... the unmistakable eyes of PCW’s three time former World Champion, Jason Snow - cold, blue, and haunting. They look somewhere beyond the camera, set in a piercing glare below a sweaty crop of long blond hair and an unemotional brow... much can be said about Snow’s personality and lifestyle, but one thing can never be taken away from him - when it’s time to step into the ring, Jason Snow is one of the most well focussed and prepared athletes in the world. Anyone who would argue that need only look into those cold, piercing, eyes...
...Thwap, Thwap, Thwap...
There is more to Jason Snow, however. Many people don’t know, or care to know, that Snow is a closeted family man. He keeps his wife and nine month old daughter, Haley Snow, out of the spotlight that fame has brought him. He rarely talks about them and prefers not to acknowledge them at all for the most part.
But as he readies himself to leave his house in NB Canada, yet again, he can’t help but recognize that small part of him that would leave the wrestling business all together. It’s not like he needs the money. But still, he prepares...
...Thwap, Thwap, Thwap...
Wrestling God 3... the best wrestlers from all corners of the planet have assembled to decide just who is the top man in the industry. As the camera closes in on the eyes of Jason Snow, rimmed with sweat and glazed with focus, we realize that he has this prize well within his sights... and then, the scene fades to black...
Bangor, Maine
11:30 am, Monday
The self-proclaimed Killin’ Villain, Jason Snow, tosses his gym bag through the open passenger side window of his bright red 1998 Dodge Viper - the car was given to Snow as a gift when he spiked the ratings of his first Indy federation, SIW. From there, Snow went on to fame and fortune in PCW, and has kept the car since. At the age of twenty-four, Snow is already a millionaire - and rumoured to be a millionaire literally hundreds of times over. There’s no doubt that he could afford more cars, but like his Snake Skin boots and leather pants, Snow sticks with the ‘98 Viper...
Snow: “Damned early flights!”
Early, by Snow’s definition, is anything before the time that he would prefer wake up...
Snow: “You would think the blasted Airline peasants would schedule their flights AROUND my own plans... but no...”
Snow scowls...
Snow: “This whole damn country needs to take a good long look at the way they treat Superior Individuals!”
“Superior,” “Greatness,” “Peasants,” “Inferiority” ... these are words that one soon gets used to when spending an extended period of time with the young wrestling superstar. Snow, whose eccentric behaviour often seems to cross the line into insanity, believes that he is, without a doubt, the most Superior man on the planet...
Snow: “Well hurry up, damn it!”
Snow is looking directly at us - well, the camera man, actually. Quickly, the camera man rushes around and opens the passenger side door, revealing the fact that the car is sitting in the parking lot of an unknown hotel - luxurious, of course. Just before the camera man enters the car, we catch a glimpse of Snow’s furious blue eyes, aimed directly at us...
Snow: “You, plebe, ride in the back!”
The camera man turns our view to the tiny, cramped, backseat of the sportscar. Still, he knows better than to argue with the arrogant former PCW Heavyweight Champion of the World. With some great deal of trouble, the camera man stuffs himself into the tiny backseat and pulls his camera back up to his shoulder. By this time, however, Snow’s attention has been distracted by a beautiful, and scantily clad, woman who’s scurrying out of the hotel lobby. It doesn’t take her long to spot the handsome young man standing next to his expensive vehicle...
Snow: “Who in the hinges of hell are you!?”
Snow gives her his standard greeting, as she stops in front directly in front of him and smiles seductively. She’s a medium height, very well-built, young blond and by the appearance of her clothing, it’s obviously that she was in a rush to dress. Her blouse is sloppily buttoned and her skirt, short as it is, is half folded under on one side...
Woman: “Why, I can be your dream come true, sugar!”
Suddenly, everyone in the world but Jason Snow realizes that this woman is a prostitute. Snow, whose long been noted for his naive nature, glares at the young woman...
Snow: “My dream come true is a world where Superior Individuals, like myself, are treated with the respect they deserve! And all those who are inferior are done away with! ... Or at least sent to an island... littered with volcanos.”
The young prostitute gives Snow a curious look - one that Snow ignores completely. Quickly, she gets to the point of her presence...
Woman: “Well, look sugar, I need a ride, and since you happen to have a nice shiny car here - I think I’ll just jump in with ya!”
Before Snow can object, the young woman hops into his car and buckles herself in. Snow, who’s a little confused by all of this, can think of nothing to do but jump into his own side and drive away. As soon as the car begins moving, we look back and realize that we’re being chased by a screaming man who’s trying to button his pants while running. The woman nervously keeps her eye on him through her passenger side mirror and tries to keep Snow’s attention diverted...
Woman: “So, Sugar, what brings you to Maine?”
Snow, who’s finally coming to grips with her presence and realizing that he’s annoyed by it, snaps...
Snow: “What in the hell business of it is YOURS, wench!?”
The woman is startled by Snow’s harsh words. We, who have watched Snow over the last few years, have become accustomed to the way he treats people and are not surprised by it in the least. Soon, however, Snow can’t resist the chance to boast his accomplishments...
Snow: “But if you MUST know, wench...”
His face contorts with a scowl...
Snow: “I’ve been accepted to the most prestigious wrestling tournament in all the world! And I’m on my way there to insert a Snake Skin boot into the ass of... ... of...”
Snow scratches his stubbly chin - he didn’t shave this morning. After another moment passes and he still can’t remember his opponent’s name, the Killin’ Villain flips down his sun visor. There, taped to it, is a piece of yellow paper where the name “James Sexton” is written. Snow seems unfamiliar with the name is it comes from his mouth...
Snow: “James Sex-ton.”
He turns a suspicious eye to the young lady riding next to him...
Snow: “I don’t suppose YOU’VE heard of him?”
Woman: “Me? Why would I have heard of him?”
Snow: “Well, I’ve come under the impression that you inferior types stick together.”
Snow scowls and turns his attention back to the street as he pulls up to a red light. They have long since left the furious man behind - we may never know why he was chasing the young prostitute, though we can all make our assumptions...
Snow: “But as long as you’re in the car, I might as well warn you...”
Woman: “Warn me?”
Snow turns his head to the passenger, his face a picture of seriousness. He nods...
Snow: “Warn you. Warn you that the mere SIGHT of me has been KNOWN to cause ORGASMS!”
That’s another thing that we, who have long been following Jason Snow , have gotten used to - he seems to truly believe that his looks can seduce women to climax. There’s a long moment of silence as the young woman stares at the former PCW Champion through a pair of wide green eyes. And then suddenly, thinking that Snow is flirting with her, she breaks into laughter, seductively saying...
Woman: “Well... what would be so wrong with that?”
Snow: “Damn it, wench! Have you no sense!?”
Obviously, Snow thinks the issue is no laughing matter...
Snow: “You may laugh now, wench, but YOU have never seen a woman rolling around on the floor foaming at the mouth with her skirt on fire!”
Snow’s words quickly silence the young prostitute. Originally, she had believed that she could simply seduce Snow into taking her anywhere she pleased. Now, she realizes that this young man will be more work than she originally anticipated...
Woman: “Ok then...”
Feeling bold, the young prostitute reaches across and slides her right hand into the leather pants of the Killin’ Villain. Snow, unsure of how to react, exclaims...
Snow: “OH MY GREATNESS!”
The young woman, not realizing that the happily married Jason Snow doesn’t like this new attention, smiles and winks at the camera. Snow looks down at his jet black leather pants, sees the bulge that her right hand is making, and then turns back to her - his eyes blazing...
Snow: “I demand you tell me what business you have in there!”
The street light has long since turned green, but the Killin’ Villain has no intentions of moving until he gets an answer from the puzzled young prostitute. Suddenly, she realizes that Snow has no idea of her profession and quickly removes her hand from his pants - embarrassed...
Woman: “I... uh...”
As she stammers, looking for the correct words, we are surprised to see the Killin’ Villain’s glare soften. Snow sighs and nods his head slowly...
Snow: “Yes... yes... I know.”
The young woman looks up...
Woman: “You do?”
Snow nods again...
Snow: “Yes, I do. I can’t help being absolutely irresistible! Why, by Greatness, I’m actually astounded that you didn’t strip your clothing and attempt to mount me like a luscious beast the moment we were alone!”
The woman, who can barely believe Snow’s arrogance, listens in awe. Snow shakes his head slowly... His tone is surprisingly gentle...
Snow: “But you can’t just give in to your urges! I know it’s hard. But I’m a happily married man and wenches like you are a dime a dozen to me. I’m a Superior Individual, for the sake of Greatness, don’t you understand that if I DID wish to cheat on my wife, I wouldn’t touch an inferior swamp-sow such as yourself with James Sexton’s d(CENSORED)k and Eli Flair pushing!”
The woman, who Snow still doesn’t realize is a prostitute, looks insulted by his words. But there are still plenty more to come... Snow’s tone is still deceptively gentle...
Snow: “You see, you have to come to grips with the fact that unlike me, you are nothing more than an inferior wench. Sure, you might give Joe Peasant the thrill of his life, but I - a Superior Individual - would rather have my scrotum slashed open with a rusty spoon than lower myself enough to be touched by you.”
The young prostitute can take no more. While the car is still stopped in front of the green light, and many vehicles honking their horns in the background, she exits the car - nearly in tears - and stomps away. We watch as she stalks to the car behind the Viper and forces her way in, next to a very surprised older man. Snow glances back at the camera with a confused look on his handsome young face...
Snow: “What the hell got into her?”
He shrugs it off and steps on the gas - heading for the airport. What he’s really heading for, however, is even more fame and fortune... as far as he’s concerned, his prize awaits at the end of the line... at the end of Wrestling God 3... scene fades to black...