Post by Jack Manson on Aug 3, 2007 6:43:49 GMT -6
:: And so it begins. Here we are once again, to face off against the challenges the world throws our way. To once again step into the proving grounds and make our name heard. To embrace the emotional roller coaster as it hits us head on each and every time we step into the ring, to be suffocated by the cheers and the boo's, as we either stand high and proud on top of the pile, or be relegated to the bottom with nothing. We are looking at a clean slate, another chance to be the best we can be and more. And so it begins... ::
Wednesday 1st August 2007
:: It's early afternoon in Sunderland, England. The weather is sunny with a slight breeze, a typical English weather for summer. Hundreds of city locals are going about their dinner-breaks, the city center is bustling with life.
:: Amongst them all is Tony Jackson, manager and friend of Manson. He struts through the crowd in a fitted black armani suit, minus the tie. He Continues walking till he see's the arranged meeting place. A small local fish and chip shop. He immediately see's his target and smiles.
T: Heeey gorgeous!
:: A tall, slim, blonde haired business women jumps up and squeals slightly as Tony pinches her behind. She quickly turns round angry and embarrassed, and see's Tony cockily leaning against the open door frame. He looks her up and down smiling.
T: How's about you an ol' Tony go back to my pad, I've got a battered sausage for you ha ha!
:: The sexy women opens her mouth and gasps in shock and slaps Tony hard across the face before storming off down the street. Onlookers shake their heads in disapproval as Tony rubs his cheek. He gains his composure and clears his throat.
T: Where the hell is he? He thinks to himself.
:: He checks his watch. 12:52pm. He looks around and see's Manson sat at the table outside the shop, looking at him in disbelief. Tony confidently walks over to him and sits down. Manson's eyes follow him as he sits down opposite.
T: Hey man, whats the meaning of this? Why'd you wanna meet at this place?
JM: What the hell is wrong with you?!
T: What? What'd I do now?
JM: That display of sexual harrassment! That's what.
T: Harrassment? Whatchu talkin about Jack? That bit of philly was just asking for a piece of ol Tony.
JM: Yeah? Well it didn't look that way to me. Your cheek is red raw. Your lucky there's no cops about otherwise you could have been in big trouble.
T: Pah, those fools can't hold me up for long. Anyways forget that stuff. Have they been in touch?
JM: Yeah, rang me earlier before you arrived. Want me to fly out there tonight so I can sign the contract as soon as possible.
T: See, what did I tell you? They'd be stupid not to let a talent like you in their ranks.
JM: So you say. We fly tonight so be at my house for 9pm. Don't be late or you're flying solo.
T: I'll be there don't worry. Damn I gotta pack!
JM: Well go do it then. You haven't got all day.
T: How are you feeling anyways? You've been out the game for a few months now. You'll be rusty.
JM: I'm fine Tony. I've been doing abit of this and that throughout the year. I'm in perfect physical shape. I haven't been slacking off.
T: I did hear a rumour you were doing some underground street fighting. Why the hell wasn't I involved?!
JM: I needed to get through it myself. Had a few things that I needed to sort out within myself. That's why I called you for this trip. We have unfinished business together.
T: Ha ha yeah we do boy! You just do as I say and you'll soon be top of the pile.
JM: We'll sort that stuff out when you get there and everythings a done deal. The only thing you need to worry about his getting packed for this trip. Now go, i'll see you at my place later.
T: Okay okay, i'm gone. I'll see you later. AMERICA BABY!He shouts as he jumps out his seat and walks down the street, holding his hand up to signal goodbye to Manson.
:: Manson stands up and is about to walk off when the hot young business women from earlier walks up to him.
Blonde: Hey I noticed you were talking to that guy.
JM: What? Oh, yeah but don't worry. He's not normally that forward. I apologise on his behalf.
Blonde: Oh no it's okay. Could you do me a favour and give him my number?
:: The women goes into her handbag and grabs a pen. Manson frowns in confusion as she writes her number on a piece of paper. She smiles and hands him the paper.
Blonde: Tell him to call me! Thanks
JM: Yeah... Sure... *What the hell just happened?* He whispers under his breath.
Jack: So you really think this Tony bum can do the business?
:: The familiar voice in Manson's head brings him back to reality.
JM: I was wondering when you would voice your opinion. He hasn't failed us yet has he?
Jack: He ain't had the oppertunity to fail us. You don't need that idiot helping you, he'll only bring you down.
JM: Hey before you arrived Tony was the one who got me in this business alright? He's a good guy, don't panic.
:: Manson grabs his grey hooded top from the chair and pulls it over his head and adjusts it as he walks away. Other customers sat on the table opposite look at him as if he's crazy for talking to himself.
Friday 3rd August 2007
:: Jack Manson an his manager Tony Jackson have arrived in Dallas, Texas. Earlier he signed his contract with NCW, confirming his status on the roster.
:: Now, Jack is in his hotel room alone. He relaxes into his kingsized bed and checks the channels. After a while he turns it off.
JM: American TV is crap. Hmm...
:: He gets up off the bed and picks his mobile phone up from the desk drawers. He finds Tony's name in the contact list and presses dial. The mobile rings but goes to voicemail. He cancels the call and sighs.
Jack: Boredom is a killer Jack. You should be preparing for your debut.
JM: I haven't even been booked in a match yet, what am I supposed to prepare for?
Jack: A real champion doesn't need a match or a reason to start preparing. You should be looking up your opponents, everyone in this company is an enemy, another hurdle to overcome. Some of them are legends. If your not prepared how are you gonna overcome them?
JM: Yeah yeah. Look it's late, first thing tomorrow morning we'll get Tony and find a gym somewhere, sound good?
Jack: It'll have to do I suppose the good thing about it all is that nobody knows who you are... Yet. Let's give them all a helluva shock the first time you step into that ring. I wonder who your first opponent will be. It's a shame you won't be part of this tournament thats going on for the vacant title.
JM: That's okay with me. Gives me a chance to scope the rest of the competition. And it'll be nice for one of them to feel important for a bit by holding the title. Simply keeping it warm for me, that's all.
Jack: Yeah I suppose you're right kid. Bide your time, it won't be long before they meet the new face of ultra-violence. Now... Put that TV back on. I'm sick of your yappin.
:: Manson watches TV into the early hours of the morning before he slowly nods off and enters a deep sleep.
And so it begins...
Wednesday 1st August 2007
:: It's early afternoon in Sunderland, England. The weather is sunny with a slight breeze, a typical English weather for summer. Hundreds of city locals are going about their dinner-breaks, the city center is bustling with life.
:: Amongst them all is Tony Jackson, manager and friend of Manson. He struts through the crowd in a fitted black armani suit, minus the tie. He Continues walking till he see's the arranged meeting place. A small local fish and chip shop. He immediately see's his target and smiles.
T: Heeey gorgeous!
:: A tall, slim, blonde haired business women jumps up and squeals slightly as Tony pinches her behind. She quickly turns round angry and embarrassed, and see's Tony cockily leaning against the open door frame. He looks her up and down smiling.
T: How's about you an ol' Tony go back to my pad, I've got a battered sausage for you ha ha!
:: The sexy women opens her mouth and gasps in shock and slaps Tony hard across the face before storming off down the street. Onlookers shake their heads in disapproval as Tony rubs his cheek. He gains his composure and clears his throat.
T: Where the hell is he? He thinks to himself.
:: He checks his watch. 12:52pm. He looks around and see's Manson sat at the table outside the shop, looking at him in disbelief. Tony confidently walks over to him and sits down. Manson's eyes follow him as he sits down opposite.
T: Hey man, whats the meaning of this? Why'd you wanna meet at this place?
JM: What the hell is wrong with you?!
T: What? What'd I do now?
JM: That display of sexual harrassment! That's what.
T: Harrassment? Whatchu talkin about Jack? That bit of philly was just asking for a piece of ol Tony.
JM: Yeah? Well it didn't look that way to me. Your cheek is red raw. Your lucky there's no cops about otherwise you could have been in big trouble.
T: Pah, those fools can't hold me up for long. Anyways forget that stuff. Have they been in touch?
JM: Yeah, rang me earlier before you arrived. Want me to fly out there tonight so I can sign the contract as soon as possible.
T: See, what did I tell you? They'd be stupid not to let a talent like you in their ranks.
JM: So you say. We fly tonight so be at my house for 9pm. Don't be late or you're flying solo.
T: I'll be there don't worry. Damn I gotta pack!
JM: Well go do it then. You haven't got all day.
T: How are you feeling anyways? You've been out the game for a few months now. You'll be rusty.
JM: I'm fine Tony. I've been doing abit of this and that throughout the year. I'm in perfect physical shape. I haven't been slacking off.
T: I did hear a rumour you were doing some underground street fighting. Why the hell wasn't I involved?!
JM: I needed to get through it myself. Had a few things that I needed to sort out within myself. That's why I called you for this trip. We have unfinished business together.
T: Ha ha yeah we do boy! You just do as I say and you'll soon be top of the pile.
JM: We'll sort that stuff out when you get there and everythings a done deal. The only thing you need to worry about his getting packed for this trip. Now go, i'll see you at my place later.
T: Okay okay, i'm gone. I'll see you later. AMERICA BABY!He shouts as he jumps out his seat and walks down the street, holding his hand up to signal goodbye to Manson.
:: Manson stands up and is about to walk off when the hot young business women from earlier walks up to him.
Blonde: Hey I noticed you were talking to that guy.
JM: What? Oh, yeah but don't worry. He's not normally that forward. I apologise on his behalf.
Blonde: Oh no it's okay. Could you do me a favour and give him my number?
:: The women goes into her handbag and grabs a pen. Manson frowns in confusion as she writes her number on a piece of paper. She smiles and hands him the paper.
Blonde: Tell him to call me! Thanks
JM: Yeah... Sure... *What the hell just happened?* He whispers under his breath.
Jack: So you really think this Tony bum can do the business?
:: The familiar voice in Manson's head brings him back to reality.
JM: I was wondering when you would voice your opinion. He hasn't failed us yet has he?
Jack: He ain't had the oppertunity to fail us. You don't need that idiot helping you, he'll only bring you down.
JM: Hey before you arrived Tony was the one who got me in this business alright? He's a good guy, don't panic.
:: Manson grabs his grey hooded top from the chair and pulls it over his head and adjusts it as he walks away. Other customers sat on the table opposite look at him as if he's crazy for talking to himself.
Friday 3rd August 2007
:: Jack Manson an his manager Tony Jackson have arrived in Dallas, Texas. Earlier he signed his contract with NCW, confirming his status on the roster.
:: Now, Jack is in his hotel room alone. He relaxes into his kingsized bed and checks the channels. After a while he turns it off.
JM: American TV is crap. Hmm...
:: He gets up off the bed and picks his mobile phone up from the desk drawers. He finds Tony's name in the contact list and presses dial. The mobile rings but goes to voicemail. He cancels the call and sighs.
Jack: Boredom is a killer Jack. You should be preparing for your debut.
JM: I haven't even been booked in a match yet, what am I supposed to prepare for?
Jack: A real champion doesn't need a match or a reason to start preparing. You should be looking up your opponents, everyone in this company is an enemy, another hurdle to overcome. Some of them are legends. If your not prepared how are you gonna overcome them?
JM: Yeah yeah. Look it's late, first thing tomorrow morning we'll get Tony and find a gym somewhere, sound good?
Jack: It'll have to do I suppose the good thing about it all is that nobody knows who you are... Yet. Let's give them all a helluva shock the first time you step into that ring. I wonder who your first opponent will be. It's a shame you won't be part of this tournament thats going on for the vacant title.
JM: That's okay with me. Gives me a chance to scope the rest of the competition. And it'll be nice for one of them to feel important for a bit by holding the title. Simply keeping it warm for me, that's all.
Jack: Yeah I suppose you're right kid. Bide your time, it won't be long before they meet the new face of ultra-violence. Now... Put that TV back on. I'm sick of your yappin.
:: Manson watches TV into the early hours of the morning before he slowly nods off and enters a deep sleep.
And so it begins...