Post by Jayson Matthews on Sept 25, 2017 4:56:47 GMT
Ever since I made that challenge to Jason Sandman last week on Sacrifice I've been reading all the opinions that came with it from my fans on twitter. Some filled with positivity and words of encouragement, one creepy profession of love from a guy named Cletus, and everything else is just people questioning my intelligence.
Why would you challenge Sandman to a Death Match!? Sandman is going to kill you! You can't even handle him out of a match let alone his dang specialty, are you friggen Stupid?
The answer is yes. Im never going to be a scholar, that's for sure, once I almost got held back in kindergarten because I tried to spell blue with a triangle, but it turns out I was the closest and they passed me. I'm not the ripest banana in the bunch but I can tell you that there was no stupidity going into that decision.
…..what? I'm serious!
I put careful consideration into challenging the world's most dangerous man to a Death Match which is just an Invictus Rules match turned up to eleven. I thought long and hard about what I was going to do about this whole Sandman situation and I decided that I needed to step into his world. I needed to beat him at his own game! If I'm going to stop a bully then I need to show him that he just isn't the toughest. I need to become more violent than Jason Sandman. I want to beat him and make sure there are no excuses. No what ifs. No buts. I want him to know that he messed with the wrong young sandwich.
I know that's easier said than done.
But trust me folks, I wouldn't willingly sign my own death certificate without having an ace up my sleeve…..or in this case...a spike.
Some people can find there dark side thanks to a thirst for vengeance. Some people can locate their dark side thanks to pure hatred. And then there are a few people who can turn everything off and not feel anything. No remorse. No regrets.
That's what I need to learn. I think I chose quite possibly the best person to teach me. A man who had made a career out of proving he has no heart. A man who earned his nickname, The God of Xtreme.
However….it's not going as well as I had hoped.
Sasha Grey: Does it hurt?
Jayson’s African and German girlfriend Sasha asks with concern in her voice. She is sure to be gentle as she takes water and a sponge to the left eye of Jayson Matthews.
……..
“C’mon motherfucker!
Spike Kane with evil intent in his eyes rains down punch after punch into the side of the face of Jayson. The side of his left eye splits open from one of the many strikes. Jayson just eats the blows and starts to slump down into the corner of Spike Kane’s personal ring in the middle of his gym.
“You wanted to find your dark side!?”
……….
Jayson winces in pain as Sasha drags the sponge along his eye. The water in her bucket begins to take on a hue of red.
Jayson Matthews: Yeah, but not as bad as my nose. I think it might be broken.
He looks at himself in the mirror. His nostrils and upper lip were stained a rusty orange as more blood trickled out of his nose.
………….
Jayson is trying to pull himself up to his feet after the onslaught of Spike Kane. Jayson was dripping with sweat and he was trying to catch his breath. Spike Kane just stood there, leaning over on a kendo stick like a cane, and he watched him get up. Spike takes a glance at Pandora who was watching everything with one headphone in. They share a shrug and Spike continues.
“This is what you asked for Jayson! You want to be Xtreme? You want to be violent? Get up and fight me like a man!”
Spike yells, almost taunting the Invictus Champion to his feet. Jayson grits his teeth and goes after Spike but Spike avoids Jayson's punch and cracks him in the ribs with the Kendo stick. Jayson hunched over from the strike, air shooting out of his lungs. Then Spike pulls the stick back and smashes Jayson directly in the middle of the nose and he falls to the mat again.
………
Jayson Matthews: Ah, ah, ah!
He yells out in pain as Sasha grips his nose and wiggles checking for any breaks.
Sasha Grey: I don't think it's broken but we will definitely have to reset it.
Jayson sighs and shakes his head.
Jayson Matthews: Is that going to happen before or after I get something for this brutal headache?
……….
Pandora has removed her other headphone now as she watches this go on inside the ring. Spike is at a loss and he glances at her for some kind of answer. She doesn't have anything to respond with as she watches Jayson laying on the mat checking and holding his nose and face in pain. Spike shrugged his shoulders, he was a bit reluctant but Jayson did ask for this.
“Get up.”
Spike said with a sneer as he grabs Jayson by the hair and drags him up to his feet.
“You are going to have to do better than this if you want to beat Sandman, kid. Or maybe he’s right? Maybe you are just a little bitch?”
Spike said with an intent to rile Jayson up and get him angry. Instead, Jayson just lowers his head in defeat and when Spike sees this he grits his teeth in anger and hauls back and slaps the holy hell out of Jayson. Pandora winces in empathetic pain as she watched Jayson take the hard shot and he stumbled back into a seated position on the second rope. One hand held himself in place and the other hand on his cheek. Jayson glared at him and Spike nodded his head.
“Didn't like that!? What you gonna do about it? Get mad, Jayson! Get fired up! Fuckin fight me!”
Jayson hesitated for a few seconds started breathing heavy and he screamed and ran right toward Spike Kane in a fit of rage! They started exchanging a few blows until Spike got the best of him and before Jayson even knew what was happening, his head got driven into the mat with a Spike Impailer! Spike sits up and looks at Pandora again, who gives him a nod and she walks out of the ring area. Spike looks down at Jayson who just gazes up at Spike but still doesn't look like everyone is home after the devastating move.
“Come back tomorrow and we can try again.”
……….
Jayson Matthews: ...and it's been like this all week. I don't know if I'm making progress or not. Maybe I am, or maybe Spike just likes to beat me up too.
He shrugs his shoulders. Sasha puts a bandaid over the wound near his eye and she shakes her head.
Sasha Grey: So why are you going back?
Jayson Matthews: I don't know what else to do, Sasha. This is the only way. Nighthawk would never teach me something like this. I have to learn how to tap into my dark side. I have to learn how to be violent. To turn off my morals and sink down to Sandmans level.
Sasha shakes her head her tears gave away her sadness but her eyes showed a story of love.
Sasha Grey: But Jayson…..that's not who you are.
Jayson sighed. He knew she was worried, he was an underdog and typically faced people bigger than he was but this was different. He was facing a mad man. A psychopath. A man hell bent on his destruction and he had to be sure he was ready to match it.
Jayson Matthews: I don't know any other way….
We open up on Jayson Matthews as he stands in front of his little camera. His Invictus Championship dangled over his shoulder and he patted it before he spoke.
“You know when I won this belt at Bloody Assizes, I think it was quite possibly the best night of my life to date. The fans were loud and everyone was cheering and it was a great moment for my career. But even as we celebrated that night at Applebee's I knew in the back of my head what it really meant to become a champion. I knew that this belt wasn't just a prop to make me look good, I knew that I had to defend it! I knew that it put a target on my back. I knew that I was going to have to defend this belt against all comers if I wanted to keep it. And I was all for that.
He nodded his head slowly.
“Bring them all on, I said.”
He does the just bring it motion with both hands as he grins.
“I knew I'd have to face all comers. I thought I was ready for anything but never in my life did I think I'd see the bottom of the barrel so fast. A man so vile and dirty, they literally scraped the wood when they pulled this guy out. Of course you know I'm talking about Jason Sandman.”
Jayson’s eyes narrow into slits of anger as soon as he mentioned his name.
“The lowest of the low. The most low down dirty and disgusting piece of garbage I've ever seen. Six foot six and almost three hundred pounds of pure unadulterated violence. This man has bloodied many many men in his day but still the most Xtreme thing about him is his smell. Vodka and stale cigarettes. Absolutely worst thing to ever be put in a headlock by, bar none. From his skin head looks and his prison cell tattoos, I think Jason Sandman holds the record for the most low down piece of crap there ever was.”
Jayson crosses his arms and nods his head.
“And this week at Extreme Endurance I finally get my opportunity to meet you face to face Sandman. No sneak attacks, no backstage altercations, no fake refs, no controversy. Just me verses you in a match that may possibly be the most brutal I'll ever take part in. A match where two men can finally settle there score with each other and you know Jason I gotta level with you. I'm scared.”
He nods his head. No grin. No smile. He was serious.
“I know what you're capable of inside that ring and out of it. You're damn right I'm scared, because for the better part of two months you have come out on top of damn near every fight and altercation we ever had. Anytime we were in the same room with each other for an extended period of time you would usually leave me bloody and heading to the nearest hospital.”
Jayson lowers his head as he speaks.
“You brutally attacked me over and over again…”
He explain as he clenches his fists.
“You took my blood...you cost me matches….
Jayson looks back up at the camera. He was glaring into the camera. His lip snarling with anger.
“ You….you…”mutilated me”....you left scars all over me….because you wanted to? Because you wanted my title? Because you're just a miserable washed up bastard! I may be scared of what you can do to me Sandman but I'm going to tell you right now….that I. Am. Tired. Of. Running!”
He stands up straight and stares into the camera.
“It's time to face my fears. It's time to face the monster. It's time to face the bully. And I'm ready Sandman. I'm ready to step to edge of the ledge and look down, I'm ready to get into that lions cage. Im sure your planning on doing a lot of terrible things to me but I want you to remember one thing while your lacing up your boots Sandman….everything you've done to me up until this point….”
Jayson’s eyes flicker with intensity as he points to himself.
“I survived.”
He nods his head.
“I survived everything and I'm still here, Invictus title hanging over my shoulder, telling you to just bring it Sandman. And this Sunday, I'm going to prove to Sandman that sooner or later….monsters become fairy tales….
He pounds his fist into his palm.
“And every now and then...people get what they deserve!”
Fade.
Another day, another day of practice.
Jayson Matthews and Spike Kane are sparring in the ring. Jayson looks tired and beat up. Fresh wounds over old ones from the days attempts. Meanwhile the savvy veteran is cool, calm and collected. Jayson takes a few shots and falls back into the corner. Spike yells at him.
“Get mad! Get angry! Feel the rage!”
Spike gets a running start and drills a nasty back elbow right into the jaw of Jayson who just drops down to his knees in pain. He holds his jaw but you could hear the muffled sounds of the frustrated sobs coming from the champion. Spike just sighs and puts his hands on his hips.
“Look Kid, you've always been good inside the ring….but maybe Xtreme just isn't your thing? Some people can control their anger but maybe you just can't?”
Jayson doesn't say anything as Spike looks at him. At this point, Pandora climbs up onto the apron and pats him on the back and she smiled.
“It's okay Jayson, all will be well.”
She explained in way that only the soothing voice of Pan could accomplish. Jayson looks up at her. Defeat in his eyes.
“Listen, I've been watching you guys spar this week. And you know something Jayson….you got good vibes. So much so that I don't even need a stethoscope to hear the the rhythm of your heart.”
Pandora nods her head and smiles in a friendly way.
“Oh yeah, I could definitely dance with you Jayson Matthews. That's why I have to agree with Spike. You definitely do not have a dark side.”
Jayson lowers his head in disappointment and Pandora shakes her head.
“No see, you don't find motivation to fight through revenge or hatred or the ability to just shut off your feelings and emotions like some….no Jay, you find motivation to fight through others. Through the people that love you and care about you.”
Pandora continues to explain as Jayson looks back up to here what she's saying.
“I've seen you. You are the most angry, the most ready to fight when the people you love are in trouble. When Spike did what he did to Nighthawk, how did you feel?”
Jayson glances at Spike then back to Pan.
“I wanted to kill him!”
She nodded her head.
“And when Xavier did what he did to your sister, what was the first thing that came to mind?”
“My fist going into his face!”
She snaps her fingers and points.
“Exactly! And neither of those men did anything to you. You only feel the urge to truly fight, when the people you care about are in trouble. You don't fight with your mind, where revenge and rage can cloud your judgement….you fight with your heart and I can definitely vibe with that.”
She smiles.
“You don't have a dark force Jayson, you have a driving light! And you need to harness it. Just feel it in your heart, think of the evils that Sandman has done before, the things he might do in the future. How your family felt when you were bleeding on the ground. Fight with your heart and all will be well”
Jayson nods his head and he looks up at Spike who was standing there waiting. Jayson thinks about how much he was worried about Nighthawk, how Spike had harmed so many of his friends that night and how terrible he'd feel if Sasha got hurt. He starts to feel it in his soul and he lets out a scream and he runs forward and dives right into Spike who looks surprised as he hits the mat hard with a Lou Thez Press and starts raining down fists onto the God of Xtreme as it fades.
“You know Sandman….”
Jayson stares into the camera.
“....a thing occurred to me the other day. We really haven't been properly acquainted over our time spent together. I mean I know what you're all about. A terrible vocabulary and a whole lot of violence. You're practically a slasher film monster. I know that you’ll stoop to pretty much any low.”
He nods his head.
“....but you know our visits have been a bit one sided for various reasons but the thing you don't truly know about me Jason is….”
He glares into the camera.
“...what Jayson Matthews is actually capable of….
He steps forward.
“You have been feeling pretty great about yourself. Taking advantage of me after my matches and when I wasn't looking. Feeling like you got this scared little animal in the corner….well I'll tell you what Sandman, now that I'm back in the corner it's time for me to actually strike. Full force, with the intent to make you feel sorry for everyone you've ever hurt for no reason. You got me backed into a corner and now I gotta strike.”
He grins.
“But see now I know your full hand Sandman. I know you will stoop pretty low to get a win but you have no idea what I might do now that I know it's do or die. Now that I don't have any time left to be scared or be worried. What will Jayson Matthews do to beat the Sandman and retain his title?
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Whatever I have to….whatever it takes. If that means I have to hurt you Sandman then I will.
He nods his head.
“If I gotta break that crooked nose of yours Sandman then I'm going to do it.”
He starts rubbing his hands together.
“If I gotta cut you open and let the blood spill out like you did to me….then I will do it….”
He steps further toward the camera. Glaring into it as he moves, glaring past it and directly at Sandman.
“If I gotta leave scars all over your body like you did to me, just so you can always remember who it was that kicked your ass….then you know that I will.”
“If I gotta kick your lousy, stinking Ass all over New York City then that's what I'm gonna do, Sandman!”
He pounds his fist into his palm.
“Win, lose or draw Sandman you are going to find out exactly what Jayson Matthews is capable of this week at Extreme Endurance! Jason Sandman you have been a complete and total nightmare but this Sunday after I go bananas all over your face…”
Jayson smiles confidently into the camera.
“...it will be time to wake up!”
Fade
Why would you challenge Sandman to a Death Match!? Sandman is going to kill you! You can't even handle him out of a match let alone his dang specialty, are you friggen Stupid?
The answer is yes. Im never going to be a scholar, that's for sure, once I almost got held back in kindergarten because I tried to spell blue with a triangle, but it turns out I was the closest and they passed me. I'm not the ripest banana in the bunch but I can tell you that there was no stupidity going into that decision.
…..what? I'm serious!
I put careful consideration into challenging the world's most dangerous man to a Death Match which is just an Invictus Rules match turned up to eleven. I thought long and hard about what I was going to do about this whole Sandman situation and I decided that I needed to step into his world. I needed to beat him at his own game! If I'm going to stop a bully then I need to show him that he just isn't the toughest. I need to become more violent than Jason Sandman. I want to beat him and make sure there are no excuses. No what ifs. No buts. I want him to know that he messed with the wrong young sandwich.
I know that's easier said than done.
But trust me folks, I wouldn't willingly sign my own death certificate without having an ace up my sleeve…..or in this case...a spike.
Some people can find there dark side thanks to a thirst for vengeance. Some people can locate their dark side thanks to pure hatred. And then there are a few people who can turn everything off and not feel anything. No remorse. No regrets.
That's what I need to learn. I think I chose quite possibly the best person to teach me. A man who had made a career out of proving he has no heart. A man who earned his nickname, The God of Xtreme.
However….it's not going as well as I had hoped.
Sasha Grey: Does it hurt?
Jayson’s African and German girlfriend Sasha asks with concern in her voice. She is sure to be gentle as she takes water and a sponge to the left eye of Jayson Matthews.
……..
“C’mon motherfucker!
Spike Kane with evil intent in his eyes rains down punch after punch into the side of the face of Jayson. The side of his left eye splits open from one of the many strikes. Jayson just eats the blows and starts to slump down into the corner of Spike Kane’s personal ring in the middle of his gym.
“You wanted to find your dark side!?”
……….
Jayson winces in pain as Sasha drags the sponge along his eye. The water in her bucket begins to take on a hue of red.
Jayson Matthews: Yeah, but not as bad as my nose. I think it might be broken.
He looks at himself in the mirror. His nostrils and upper lip were stained a rusty orange as more blood trickled out of his nose.
………….
Jayson is trying to pull himself up to his feet after the onslaught of Spike Kane. Jayson was dripping with sweat and he was trying to catch his breath. Spike Kane just stood there, leaning over on a kendo stick like a cane, and he watched him get up. Spike takes a glance at Pandora who was watching everything with one headphone in. They share a shrug and Spike continues.
“This is what you asked for Jayson! You want to be Xtreme? You want to be violent? Get up and fight me like a man!”
Spike yells, almost taunting the Invictus Champion to his feet. Jayson grits his teeth and goes after Spike but Spike avoids Jayson's punch and cracks him in the ribs with the Kendo stick. Jayson hunched over from the strike, air shooting out of his lungs. Then Spike pulls the stick back and smashes Jayson directly in the middle of the nose and he falls to the mat again.
………
Jayson Matthews: Ah, ah, ah!
He yells out in pain as Sasha grips his nose and wiggles checking for any breaks.
Sasha Grey: I don't think it's broken but we will definitely have to reset it.
Jayson sighs and shakes his head.
Jayson Matthews: Is that going to happen before or after I get something for this brutal headache?
……….
Pandora has removed her other headphone now as she watches this go on inside the ring. Spike is at a loss and he glances at her for some kind of answer. She doesn't have anything to respond with as she watches Jayson laying on the mat checking and holding his nose and face in pain. Spike shrugged his shoulders, he was a bit reluctant but Jayson did ask for this.
“Get up.”
Spike said with a sneer as he grabs Jayson by the hair and drags him up to his feet.
“You are going to have to do better than this if you want to beat Sandman, kid. Or maybe he’s right? Maybe you are just a little bitch?”
Spike said with an intent to rile Jayson up and get him angry. Instead, Jayson just lowers his head in defeat and when Spike sees this he grits his teeth in anger and hauls back and slaps the holy hell out of Jayson. Pandora winces in empathetic pain as she watched Jayson take the hard shot and he stumbled back into a seated position on the second rope. One hand held himself in place and the other hand on his cheek. Jayson glared at him and Spike nodded his head.
“Didn't like that!? What you gonna do about it? Get mad, Jayson! Get fired up! Fuckin fight me!”
Jayson hesitated for a few seconds started breathing heavy and he screamed and ran right toward Spike Kane in a fit of rage! They started exchanging a few blows until Spike got the best of him and before Jayson even knew what was happening, his head got driven into the mat with a Spike Impailer! Spike sits up and looks at Pandora again, who gives him a nod and she walks out of the ring area. Spike looks down at Jayson who just gazes up at Spike but still doesn't look like everyone is home after the devastating move.
“Come back tomorrow and we can try again.”
……….
Jayson Matthews: ...and it's been like this all week. I don't know if I'm making progress or not. Maybe I am, or maybe Spike just likes to beat me up too.
He shrugs his shoulders. Sasha puts a bandaid over the wound near his eye and she shakes her head.
Sasha Grey: So why are you going back?
Jayson Matthews: I don't know what else to do, Sasha. This is the only way. Nighthawk would never teach me something like this. I have to learn how to tap into my dark side. I have to learn how to be violent. To turn off my morals and sink down to Sandmans level.
Sasha shakes her head her tears gave away her sadness but her eyes showed a story of love.
Sasha Grey: But Jayson…..that's not who you are.
Jayson sighed. He knew she was worried, he was an underdog and typically faced people bigger than he was but this was different. He was facing a mad man. A psychopath. A man hell bent on his destruction and he had to be sure he was ready to match it.
Jayson Matthews: I don't know any other way….
We open up on Jayson Matthews as he stands in front of his little camera. His Invictus Championship dangled over his shoulder and he patted it before he spoke.
“You know when I won this belt at Bloody Assizes, I think it was quite possibly the best night of my life to date. The fans were loud and everyone was cheering and it was a great moment for my career. But even as we celebrated that night at Applebee's I knew in the back of my head what it really meant to become a champion. I knew that this belt wasn't just a prop to make me look good, I knew that I had to defend it! I knew that it put a target on my back. I knew that I was going to have to defend this belt against all comers if I wanted to keep it. And I was all for that.
He nodded his head slowly.
“Bring them all on, I said.”
He does the just bring it motion with both hands as he grins.
“I knew I'd have to face all comers. I thought I was ready for anything but never in my life did I think I'd see the bottom of the barrel so fast. A man so vile and dirty, they literally scraped the wood when they pulled this guy out. Of course you know I'm talking about Jason Sandman.”
Jayson’s eyes narrow into slits of anger as soon as he mentioned his name.
“The lowest of the low. The most low down dirty and disgusting piece of garbage I've ever seen. Six foot six and almost three hundred pounds of pure unadulterated violence. This man has bloodied many many men in his day but still the most Xtreme thing about him is his smell. Vodka and stale cigarettes. Absolutely worst thing to ever be put in a headlock by, bar none. From his skin head looks and his prison cell tattoos, I think Jason Sandman holds the record for the most low down piece of crap there ever was.”
Jayson crosses his arms and nods his head.
“And this week at Extreme Endurance I finally get my opportunity to meet you face to face Sandman. No sneak attacks, no backstage altercations, no fake refs, no controversy. Just me verses you in a match that may possibly be the most brutal I'll ever take part in. A match where two men can finally settle there score with each other and you know Jason I gotta level with you. I'm scared.”
He nods his head. No grin. No smile. He was serious.
“I know what you're capable of inside that ring and out of it. You're damn right I'm scared, because for the better part of two months you have come out on top of damn near every fight and altercation we ever had. Anytime we were in the same room with each other for an extended period of time you would usually leave me bloody and heading to the nearest hospital.”
Jayson lowers his head as he speaks.
“You brutally attacked me over and over again…”
He explain as he clenches his fists.
“You took my blood...you cost me matches….
Jayson looks back up at the camera. He was glaring into the camera. His lip snarling with anger.
“ You….you…”mutilated me”....you left scars all over me….because you wanted to? Because you wanted my title? Because you're just a miserable washed up bastard! I may be scared of what you can do to me Sandman but I'm going to tell you right now….that I. Am. Tired. Of. Running!”
He stands up straight and stares into the camera.
“It's time to face my fears. It's time to face the monster. It's time to face the bully. And I'm ready Sandman. I'm ready to step to edge of the ledge and look down, I'm ready to get into that lions cage. Im sure your planning on doing a lot of terrible things to me but I want you to remember one thing while your lacing up your boots Sandman….everything you've done to me up until this point….”
Jayson’s eyes flicker with intensity as he points to himself.
“I survived.”
He nods his head.
“I survived everything and I'm still here, Invictus title hanging over my shoulder, telling you to just bring it Sandman. And this Sunday, I'm going to prove to Sandman that sooner or later….monsters become fairy tales….
He pounds his fist into his palm.
“And every now and then...people get what they deserve!”
Fade.
Another day, another day of practice.
Jayson Matthews and Spike Kane are sparring in the ring. Jayson looks tired and beat up. Fresh wounds over old ones from the days attempts. Meanwhile the savvy veteran is cool, calm and collected. Jayson takes a few shots and falls back into the corner. Spike yells at him.
“Get mad! Get angry! Feel the rage!”
Spike gets a running start and drills a nasty back elbow right into the jaw of Jayson who just drops down to his knees in pain. He holds his jaw but you could hear the muffled sounds of the frustrated sobs coming from the champion. Spike just sighs and puts his hands on his hips.
“Look Kid, you've always been good inside the ring….but maybe Xtreme just isn't your thing? Some people can control their anger but maybe you just can't?”
Jayson doesn't say anything as Spike looks at him. At this point, Pandora climbs up onto the apron and pats him on the back and she smiled.
“It's okay Jayson, all will be well.”
She explained in way that only the soothing voice of Pan could accomplish. Jayson looks up at her. Defeat in his eyes.
“Listen, I've been watching you guys spar this week. And you know something Jayson….you got good vibes. So much so that I don't even need a stethoscope to hear the the rhythm of your heart.”
Pandora nods her head and smiles in a friendly way.
“Oh yeah, I could definitely dance with you Jayson Matthews. That's why I have to agree with Spike. You definitely do not have a dark side.”
Jayson lowers his head in disappointment and Pandora shakes her head.
“No see, you don't find motivation to fight through revenge or hatred or the ability to just shut off your feelings and emotions like some….no Jay, you find motivation to fight through others. Through the people that love you and care about you.”
Pandora continues to explain as Jayson looks back up to here what she's saying.
“I've seen you. You are the most angry, the most ready to fight when the people you love are in trouble. When Spike did what he did to Nighthawk, how did you feel?”
Jayson glances at Spike then back to Pan.
“I wanted to kill him!”
She nodded her head.
“And when Xavier did what he did to your sister, what was the first thing that came to mind?”
“My fist going into his face!”
She snaps her fingers and points.
“Exactly! And neither of those men did anything to you. You only feel the urge to truly fight, when the people you care about are in trouble. You don't fight with your mind, where revenge and rage can cloud your judgement….you fight with your heart and I can definitely vibe with that.”
She smiles.
“You don't have a dark force Jayson, you have a driving light! And you need to harness it. Just feel it in your heart, think of the evils that Sandman has done before, the things he might do in the future. How your family felt when you were bleeding on the ground. Fight with your heart and all will be well”
Jayson nods his head and he looks up at Spike who was standing there waiting. Jayson thinks about how much he was worried about Nighthawk, how Spike had harmed so many of his friends that night and how terrible he'd feel if Sasha got hurt. He starts to feel it in his soul and he lets out a scream and he runs forward and dives right into Spike who looks surprised as he hits the mat hard with a Lou Thez Press and starts raining down fists onto the God of Xtreme as it fades.
“You know Sandman….”
Jayson stares into the camera.
“....a thing occurred to me the other day. We really haven't been properly acquainted over our time spent together. I mean I know what you're all about. A terrible vocabulary and a whole lot of violence. You're practically a slasher film monster. I know that you’ll stoop to pretty much any low.”
He nods his head.
“....but you know our visits have been a bit one sided for various reasons but the thing you don't truly know about me Jason is….”
He glares into the camera.
“...what Jayson Matthews is actually capable of….
He steps forward.
“You have been feeling pretty great about yourself. Taking advantage of me after my matches and when I wasn't looking. Feeling like you got this scared little animal in the corner….well I'll tell you what Sandman, now that I'm back in the corner it's time for me to actually strike. Full force, with the intent to make you feel sorry for everyone you've ever hurt for no reason. You got me backed into a corner and now I gotta strike.”
He grins.
“But see now I know your full hand Sandman. I know you will stoop pretty low to get a win but you have no idea what I might do now that I know it's do or die. Now that I don't have any time left to be scared or be worried. What will Jayson Matthews do to beat the Sandman and retain his title?
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Whatever I have to….whatever it takes. If that means I have to hurt you Sandman then I will.
He nods his head.
“If I gotta break that crooked nose of yours Sandman then I'm going to do it.”
He starts rubbing his hands together.
“If I gotta cut you open and let the blood spill out like you did to me….then I will do it….”
He steps further toward the camera. Glaring into it as he moves, glaring past it and directly at Sandman.
“If I gotta leave scars all over your body like you did to me, just so you can always remember who it was that kicked your ass….then you know that I will.”
“If I gotta kick your lousy, stinking Ass all over New York City then that's what I'm gonna do, Sandman!”
He pounds his fist into his palm.
“Win, lose or draw Sandman you are going to find out exactly what Jayson Matthews is capable of this week at Extreme Endurance! Jason Sandman you have been a complete and total nightmare but this Sunday after I go bananas all over your face…”
Jayson smiles confidently into the camera.
“...it will be time to wake up!”
Fade
Well howdy there pardner.