The Adventures of the Misfits of Mayhem - Episode 7: Part 1 - Mean Jack Mason
In the back of a limo, Jack and Polly relive a childhood twisted by cruelty, hypnosis, and secrets long buried.
From Dr. Casey’s failed cure to Dr. Moreau’s dark science, the truth comes out: Jack was never healed, only hidden.
Now the nightmare walks again—slicked hair, gold in his lap, and malice in his grin.
Scene: A Limo on a Dark Highway, Southbound - September 2, 2025
The world outside is a blur of city lights and wet pavement. Inside the plush black leather interior of a limousine, the atmosphere is tense, almost ritualistic. The air smells faintly of cologne, champagne, and the metallic tang of something sharper beneath.
Polly Mason lounges barefoot across the seat, her silk dress crumpled like she couldn’t care less, her wide grin gleaming in the dim interior light. Beside her sits her brother—no longer Madman Mason, but Mean Jack Mason. Sunglasses at night. Hair slicked back. NPCW North Pole Championship belt resting casually across his lap like a crown stolen from the king he just dethroned. His smirk is slow, venomous, confident.
Polly leans over, brushing her head on his shoulder like the kid sister she once was.
POLLY: (teasing, sing-song)
“Did you ever think, Jackie, that we’d be in a limo? Us? Riding first-class like the monsters of the world do?”
Jack doesn’t answer at first. His jaw works silently. Her words don’t just trigger a thought— they crack open a vault.
EARLY LIFE: THE CRACKED MIRROR
The memory is sudden, jagged.
A younger Jack Mason, maybe twelve. Eyes wide and hopeful one day, storm-cloud dark the next. Once the pride of Pleasant Pines, now a menace. The perfect boy who turned cruel overnight.
We see Polly giggling beside him as he stomps on a sandcastle built by neighborhood kids.
Where Jack once laughed with kindness, now he laughed at others’ pain.
Where he once protected Polly, now he dragged her along into pranks that cut, scarred, and humiliated.
It was a dance of madness.
Jack became Mean Jack.
And Polly became his willing shadow.
Back in the limo, Jack exhales through his nose, remembering.
MEAN JACK: (cold, muttering)
“Mean Jack. He was always there… waiting.”
Polly’s grin grows darker. Her voice drops.
POLLY:
“And I hate Dr. Casey for trying to take him from us.”
THE DOCTOR’S INTERVENTION
Flashback— Jack’s worried parents pacing in a white-walled clinic. Enter Dr. Miriam Casey, the famed psychiatrist. Calm, firm, determined. She uncovered the fractured truth: Jack was split. The cruel identity wasn’t random— it was a dissociative persona.
Dr. Casey named him: Mean Jack.
Through experimental hypnosis, she built a mental wall. She forced Mean Jack into the shadows, leaving the kind, quirky Jack to resurface. For a time, it worked. Jack laughed again. Polly softened. The storm receded.
But the wall was never gone. It only cracked.
Back in the limo, Polly runs a hand along the gold of Jack’s championship belt.
POLLY: (hissing)
“She separated us. Ripped us apart. And for what? So you could play hero? So you could pretend to be one of them?”
Jack smirks at her, the words cutting but not killing.
MEAN JACK:
“Hero. Villain. Doesn’t matter. I was always me. The rest was a mask.”
FROM PERFORMANCE TO PERSONA
Flashback— Jack in his twenties, stepping into the ring for the first time. His debut gimmick: “Mean Jack” The crowd booed, but he smiled. This time, Mean Jack was just an act—safe, scripted, entertainment.
And it worked. Fans hated him, but respected him. Backstage, he was beloved for his humor and kindness.
Over time, Jack evolved again. The gimmick shifted. He became Madman Mason—a lunatic with a heart, teaming with Negropolis, earning fans’ love, even a penguin mascot named Flippers. He found balance: chaos in the ring, peace outside it.
He found Edie, love, and stability.
For a time, he thought the darkness was gone.
But darkness doesn’t die. It waits.
Back in the limo.
Jack stares at his reflection in the tinted glass.
MEAN JACK:
“How did Vlad know about me?”
Polly tilts her head, remembering fondly.
FLASHBACK: A SISTER’S CONFESSION
We see Polly—flirtatious, unhinged—sitting with Count Vlad in a dim lounge. The Yeti looms silently behind her like a statue. Polly leans forward, whispering secrets like venom into Vlad’s ear.
POLLY:
“Madman Mason isn’t the whole story. Once upon a time, my Jackie was… Mean Jack. You’d like him, Count. He doesn’t care who he hurts.”
Vlad’s cool, calculating smile widens. He sees the utility. The danger. The opportunity.
It was then Vlad orchestrated the exile. Mason and Negropolis fired from the Dominion.
Secretly, he unleashed Dr. Moreau’s agents to hunt for Dr. Casey’s files. To learn how to tear down the wall.
Back in the limo.
MEAN JACK: (low growl)
“And how did you bring me back?”
Polly’s smile is feral.
THE LULLABY OF MADNESS RETURNS
Flashback— Polly, now part of the Dark Dominion, humming. That old lullaby. The same tune she used as a child to calm her brother—or rile him.
Dr. Moreau’s serum courses through Jack’s veins during a fake reunion.
The lullaby hums.
The wall cracks.
Jack’s body jerks. His eyes sharpen. He remembers the taste of cruelty.
Mean Jack reawakens.
At first, just flashes. But enough to plant tasks, commands, triggers. Enough to turn Jack into a sleeper agent—ready for Shadowfall.
THE BREAKING POINT
We see it in montage—
Flippers kidnapped.
Jack unraveling.
Negropolis watching, helpless.
Edie crying as Jack lashes out.
And then Shadowfall: Jack betraying Negropolis. His heel turn complete. The crowd’s shock. Polly’s delight. Vlad’s smile from afar.
The Madman was gone.
Mean Jack was reborn.
PRESENT DAY: THE NIGHTMARE WALKS
The limo slows. The city lights fade into shadows.
Polly’s hand tightens around her brother’s wrist.
POLLY: (whispering, triumphant)
“They don’t understand. You’re not broken, Jackie. You’re fixed. We’re finally us again.”
Jack smirks, leaning back as the door opens.
He adjusts his sunglasses. Runs a hand over his title belt.
MEAN JACK:
“I’m not here to be loved. I’m here to remind the world what happens when you bury a monster.”
He steps out of the limo, Polly gliding behind him, barefoot and grinning. Together, they walk into the night to meet Count Vlad.
Narration (Voiceover):
“He’s not a psychopath. He’s a recovered one.
And the only thing more dangerous than a madman…
is a man who remembers how good it felt to be mean.”
END PART ONE.
Can’t wait to see what comes next.
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