Post by Jack Manson on Nov 24, 2010 17:02:09 GMT -6
“You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can pull all the cards
But I won't back down
Oh no I wont back down
Oh no…”
[red]”Seems like you’ve pussied out of having a street fight with me Knite. I don’t blame you being scared, you maggot. Be thankful that at Breaking Away we’ll be bound by the rules of the ring, and although I may not be allowed to smash your face in with a chair, or a wrench, believe me when I say these hands of mine will be enough.
I’ve been waiting for this week to arrive. Hell, it’s been on my mind so much it almost cost me my match with Washington last Sunday.
Jack Manson and Adam Knite, waging a war against each other which is about to become more horrific than either could have imagined. And for what, or more to the point…
Why?
You seem to have a big problem with me Adam, and what I’ve accomplished here in the past. You think that just because I haven’t reached the top of the nCw mountain yet, I haven’t amounted to anything here?
New flash Knite, I agree with you. I told the world before that I rode the coat-tails of my little success story here when I became the first National Champion a little too long. It got to my head and I became weak, I lost the hunger and burning. I became lazy and paid the price for it.
But let me get somethings out there.
I was the first National Champion, I was the first person Lance Ryan elected into No Warning Shots to fight the original Empire, I’ve left this company on two occasions, I’ve done nothing incredibly remarkable during my time here. I was out of my depth before and didn’t deserve to be where I was. I shouldn’t really be held in such high regard around here, and nobody of significant value cared about my latest return.
Now why don’t you tell everyone something they don’t know about me? And whilst your at it, tell me something I might actually give a damn about.
All of that was history, just one of many chapters in my personal goal to becoming World Champion. Everybody has their own little history books. But what matters to me is the here and now. And now is when I’m going to beat you to within an inch of your life for ever thinking you could just dust me under the carpet.
You’ve made a number of mistakes in this company, and picking a fight with me will be your last. See lately, I’ve felt something building up inside of me, something that’s dangerous.
This thing is a right nasty piece of work. It fears no man, and it craves for blood and pain.
These little games you’ve been playing with me have forced my hand. It refuses to lay down and die, and it refuses to be imprisoned in the shadows any longer.
I used to go by the moniker of being the “new face of ultra-violence”. That was due to this… Entity. Many people felt it’s rage. Spike Kane, Steve Awesome, Philip Burns, even our current World champ Dave Holland. They succumbed and felt first hand what I can do. And now it’s your turn.
A new era of ultra-violence is about to be unleashed upon nCw, and you Knite, can be the first one to suffer.”[/red]
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[red]”I heard you the other week, talking about respect, love, and honour. And how you started this fight with me over two of those things. I have nothing but respect for everyone in this company. From Hexx all the way to Dave Holland, and everybody in between. I respect their achievements in this company. Even you, becoming a Hall of Famer. That’s something I can respect.
You may not respect me Knite, and that’s fine. We’re all allowed to have our own opinions. In your eyes I haven’t done enough to earn any respect, I’m sure. But that’s going to change on Sunday after I walk out there victorious. People are going to start taking notice of me again soon. Getting the victory over a former World champ and Hall of Famer can’t exactly hurt my career can it?
See, I finally feel like I’m back to normal, I feel like the Jack Manson who first came into this company. Let me reintroduce myself to you for those of you who don't know. The new me's back to the old me and I won’t show no signs of slowing down now.
I know I made mistakes here, and the last thing I should of done was run away from my problems, turning me into a coward. Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m not a coward. I’ll face any challenge head on.
And this challenge to take down the “king” of nCw is bigger than any I’ve faced here. I’m relishing the opportunity. Looking past revenge, this victory will give me a big push in my quest for the World title.
I’ve had only one shot at that thing, one. And I wasn’t ready for it, I done a Davey Ortega and choked. But now I’m quietly biding my time, stalking the prey until the perfect opportunity arrives. Whether the title changes hands many times during my war with Knite, I’ll eventually be gunning for the champion, whoever it may be.[/red]
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[blue]”So, you feeling ready?”[/blue]
[red]”Yeah.”[/red]
[blue]”You sure? You ain’t been returning my calls, I ain’t seen you in the gym at all this week! Don’t you be throwing this away!”[/blue]
[red]”I’m not going to throw this away.”[/red]
[blue]”What the hell’s wrong with you Jack? Look at you! Unshaven, scruffy, even your clothes are damp. Where exactly have you been Jack?”[/blue]
[red]”Home.”[/red]
[blue]”Bull****! I went there this morning, you didn’t go home after Collision. I asked backstage, they said you left soon after your match, and that you had some kind of altercation with one of the workers.”[/blue]
[red]”He was in my way.”[/red]
[blue]”That’s enough now! When I decided to come back as your manager I asked for no games, I wanted everything to be straight between us. And now this? This isn’t you Jack. Now I told you before, I’ve seen a change in you recently. I don’t know what it was exactly but I think your losing control of yourself.”[/blue]
[red]*snorts*[/red]
[blue]”I’m serious, I’m worried for your safety Jack.”[/blue]
[red]”Heh, what’s wrong with being a little crazy, Tony? You should try it sometime. I don’t need you worrying about me. I’ve never felt better. Whatever this thing is, it’s just what I’ve needed. This ruthless aggression has been coming. I’m not playing the nice guy anymore.”[/red]
[blue]”Listen, you had all that before, you don’t need to do this. This will cause more harm than good and you know it!”[/blue]
[red]”I think it’s time you left me alone for a bit Tony. Don’t worry, I’ll be at the gym tomorrow for training. First thing in the morning. Time to let some early aggression out.”[/red]
::Tony sighs, getting up and walking out the room they’ve been occupying. Manson closes his eyes and tilts his head back, letting out a long sigh. He opens his eyes and looks at the camera. He looks like a different person, not the usual pristine self we are used to::
[red]”You know, these last few days have been a bit of a whirlwind. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I know something’s different, but it feels good, it makes me feel alive.
Our “king” of nCw is about to realise that there’s no place for any kind of monarch here. I’m personally going to overthrow you. Your reign will be over almost as quick as it started.
That, I can guarantee.[/red]
Fade to black
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can pull all the cards
But I won't back down
Oh no I wont back down
Oh no…”
[red]”Seems like you’ve pussied out of having a street fight with me Knite. I don’t blame you being scared, you maggot. Be thankful that at Breaking Away we’ll be bound by the rules of the ring, and although I may not be allowed to smash your face in with a chair, or a wrench, believe me when I say these hands of mine will be enough.
I’ve been waiting for this week to arrive. Hell, it’s been on my mind so much it almost cost me my match with Washington last Sunday.
Jack Manson and Adam Knite, waging a war against each other which is about to become more horrific than either could have imagined. And for what, or more to the point…
Why?
You seem to have a big problem with me Adam, and what I’ve accomplished here in the past. You think that just because I haven’t reached the top of the nCw mountain yet, I haven’t amounted to anything here?
New flash Knite, I agree with you. I told the world before that I rode the coat-tails of my little success story here when I became the first National Champion a little too long. It got to my head and I became weak, I lost the hunger and burning. I became lazy and paid the price for it.
But let me get somethings out there.
I was the first National Champion, I was the first person Lance Ryan elected into No Warning Shots to fight the original Empire, I’ve left this company on two occasions, I’ve done nothing incredibly remarkable during my time here. I was out of my depth before and didn’t deserve to be where I was. I shouldn’t really be held in such high regard around here, and nobody of significant value cared about my latest return.
Now why don’t you tell everyone something they don’t know about me? And whilst your at it, tell me something I might actually give a damn about.
All of that was history, just one of many chapters in my personal goal to becoming World Champion. Everybody has their own little history books. But what matters to me is the here and now. And now is when I’m going to beat you to within an inch of your life for ever thinking you could just dust me under the carpet.
You’ve made a number of mistakes in this company, and picking a fight with me will be your last. See lately, I’ve felt something building up inside of me, something that’s dangerous.
This thing is a right nasty piece of work. It fears no man, and it craves for blood and pain.
These little games you’ve been playing with me have forced my hand. It refuses to lay down and die, and it refuses to be imprisoned in the shadows any longer.
I used to go by the moniker of being the “new face of ultra-violence”. That was due to this… Entity. Many people felt it’s rage. Spike Kane, Steve Awesome, Philip Burns, even our current World champ Dave Holland. They succumbed and felt first hand what I can do. And now it’s your turn.
A new era of ultra-violence is about to be unleashed upon nCw, and you Knite, can be the first one to suffer.”[/red]
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Events leading up to 11/21/2010’s Collision
Throbbing.
…
Louder now.
[red]”..Mhm.”[/red]
A shooting pain in the temple stirs him.
::He groggily opens his eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. He doesn’t remember much, but memories of the last few hours drop slowly into view like a leaking tap::
A revelation.
::He sits up quickly, too quickly as the sudden change of direction causes his head to literally explode with pain. He rubs his temples and grunts as he stumbles up on to his feet. A street lamp outside shines through his window, replacing the light that was first emanating from the candle on his desk. He looks around the familiar surroundings of his home, finally turning to face the mirror. Like a jolt of electricity surging through his body he remembers what happened.
Slowly, he makes his way to the mirror, cautiously gazing into the reflection. He recognises the person staring back, mimicking his actions. But he can’t be sure if he’s looking at his real self, or the other self that’s trying to escape.
There was a message, he remembers. But right now the pain in his head is too much. He stumbles to his bedroom, collapsing on his bed and letting sleep drift over him, taking him away::
Throbbing.
…
Louder now.
[red]”..Mhm.”[/red]
A shooting pain in the temple stirs him.
::He groggily opens his eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. He doesn’t remember much, but memories of the last few hours drop slowly into view like a leaking tap::
A revelation.
::He sits up quickly, too quickly as the sudden change of direction causes his head to literally explode with pain. He rubs his temples and grunts as he stumbles up on to his feet. A street lamp outside shines through his window, replacing the light that was first emanating from the candle on his desk. He looks around the familiar surroundings of his home, finally turning to face the mirror. Like a jolt of electricity surging through his body he remembers what happened.
Slowly, he makes his way to the mirror, cautiously gazing into the reflection. He recognises the person staring back, mimicking his actions. But he can’t be sure if he’s looking at his real self, or the other self that’s trying to escape.
There was a message, he remembers. But right now the pain in his head is too much. He stumbles to his bedroom, collapsing on his bed and letting sleep drift over him, taking him away::
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[red]”I heard you the other week, talking about respect, love, and honour. And how you started this fight with me over two of those things. I have nothing but respect for everyone in this company. From Hexx all the way to Dave Holland, and everybody in between. I respect their achievements in this company. Even you, becoming a Hall of Famer. That’s something I can respect.
You may not respect me Knite, and that’s fine. We’re all allowed to have our own opinions. In your eyes I haven’t done enough to earn any respect, I’m sure. But that’s going to change on Sunday after I walk out there victorious. People are going to start taking notice of me again soon. Getting the victory over a former World champ and Hall of Famer can’t exactly hurt my career can it?
See, I finally feel like I’m back to normal, I feel like the Jack Manson who first came into this company. Let me reintroduce myself to you for those of you who don't know. The new me's back to the old me and I won’t show no signs of slowing down now.
I know I made mistakes here, and the last thing I should of done was run away from my problems, turning me into a coward. Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m not a coward. I’ll face any challenge head on.
And this challenge to take down the “king” of nCw is bigger than any I’ve faced here. I’m relishing the opportunity. Looking past revenge, this victory will give me a big push in my quest for the World title.
I’ve had only one shot at that thing, one. And I wasn’t ready for it, I done a Davey Ortega and choked. But now I’m quietly biding my time, stalking the prey until the perfect opportunity arrives. Whether the title changes hands many times during my war with Knite, I’ll eventually be gunning for the champion, whoever it may be.[/red]
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Events leading up to 11/21/2010’s Collision
::The rain outside is heavier now. He’s no longer bound by this mental prison. He walks the streets, soaked to the bone from the rain, a vicious look in his eyes as he wanders around. The meaning of this search? Only he knows. Like a rabid animal he scurries about, embracing freedom. Passing a large shop window with a display on show he looks at the reflection, smiling evilly, before turning and walking on::
[black]”You know, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t wait until Collision to make myself known. I’ve sat back too long now and it was time to take back what’s rightfully mine. You think you all know Jack Manson? You don’t know **** about me.
Why am I here? What‘s my purpose? Ha! All will be revealed in due time.
For now, I‘m just glad to be back. [/black]
::He continues walking on through the street, the cold wind licking at his skin::
::The rain outside is heavier now. He’s no longer bound by this mental prison. He walks the streets, soaked to the bone from the rain, a vicious look in his eyes as he wanders around. The meaning of this search? Only he knows. Like a rabid animal he scurries about, embracing freedom. Passing a large shop window with a display on show he looks at the reflection, smiling evilly, before turning and walking on::
[black]”You know, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t wait until Collision to make myself known. I’ve sat back too long now and it was time to take back what’s rightfully mine. You think you all know Jack Manson? You don’t know **** about me.
Why am I here? What‘s my purpose? Ha! All will be revealed in due time.
For now, I‘m just glad to be back. [/black]
::He continues walking on through the street, the cold wind licking at his skin::
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[blue]”So, you feeling ready?”[/blue]
[red]”Yeah.”[/red]
[blue]”You sure? You ain’t been returning my calls, I ain’t seen you in the gym at all this week! Don’t you be throwing this away!”[/blue]
[red]”I’m not going to throw this away.”[/red]
[blue]”What the hell’s wrong with you Jack? Look at you! Unshaven, scruffy, even your clothes are damp. Where exactly have you been Jack?”[/blue]
[red]”Home.”[/red]
[blue]”Bull****! I went there this morning, you didn’t go home after Collision. I asked backstage, they said you left soon after your match, and that you had some kind of altercation with one of the workers.”[/blue]
[red]”He was in my way.”[/red]
[blue]”That’s enough now! When I decided to come back as your manager I asked for no games, I wanted everything to be straight between us. And now this? This isn’t you Jack. Now I told you before, I’ve seen a change in you recently. I don’t know what it was exactly but I think your losing control of yourself.”[/blue]
[red]*snorts*[/red]
[blue]”I’m serious, I’m worried for your safety Jack.”[/blue]
[red]”Heh, what’s wrong with being a little crazy, Tony? You should try it sometime. I don’t need you worrying about me. I’ve never felt better. Whatever this thing is, it’s just what I’ve needed. This ruthless aggression has been coming. I’m not playing the nice guy anymore.”[/red]
[blue]”Listen, you had all that before, you don’t need to do this. This will cause more harm than good and you know it!”[/blue]
[red]”I think it’s time you left me alone for a bit Tony. Don’t worry, I’ll be at the gym tomorrow for training. First thing in the morning. Time to let some early aggression out.”[/red]
::Tony sighs, getting up and walking out the room they’ve been occupying. Manson closes his eyes and tilts his head back, letting out a long sigh. He opens his eyes and looks at the camera. He looks like a different person, not the usual pristine self we are used to::
[red]”You know, these last few days have been a bit of a whirlwind. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I know something’s different, but it feels good, it makes me feel alive.
Our “king” of nCw is about to realise that there’s no place for any kind of monarch here. I’m personally going to overthrow you. Your reign will be over almost as quick as it started.
That, I can guarantee.[/red]
Fade to black