Post by Jack Manson on Feb 3, 2011 20:17:10 GMT -6
[yellow]The Quest For Gold[/yellow]
[black]Part Three[/black]
[black]Part Three[/black]
Sunday 30th of January
::The scene opens up inside Jack Manson’s dressing room, just moments after he became the number one contender for the National title. He sits on his leather sofa, leaning forward and arms resting on his thighs. He’s staring at the floor, as perspiration drops from his matted fringe to the ground, staining it wet. Proof of his hard work tonight. His manager Tony is sat on the sofa opposite, looking on::
[/I][red]”I… Did it.”[/red]
[blue]”Yeah kid, you did. I’m proud of ya.”[/blue]
[red]”Number one contender. This is what it’s all about.”[/red]
[blue]”Don’t get carried away now. You haven’t won the title just yet. You’ve got on more obstacle to overcome.”[/blue]
::Manson looks up at Tony, eyes full of determination::
[red]”… Venom.”[/red]
[blue]”Right. We got a lot of preparation to do so that the same mistakes as last time aren‘t repeated.”[/blue]
[red]”Don’t worry, they won’t be.”[/red]
::Suddenly there’s a knock at Manson’s dressing room door::
[blue]”It’s open!”[/blue]
::It doesn’t open so Tony get’s up, mumbling obscenities as he opens the door::
[red]”Who is it?”[/red]
[blue]”Nobody. There’s just a little gift wrapped box on the floor.”[/blue]
[red]”What?”[/red]
::Tony walks back in holding a small gift wrapped box with a ribbon around it. He throws it to Manson::
[red]”To the champ kiss, kiss, kiss.”[/red]
[blue]”A gift?”[/blue]
[red]”Seems so.”[/red]
[blue]”Get it open then, see what it is.”[/blue]
::Manson unwraps the gift and looks intently at the contents. A rush of emotions surge through his being::
[red]”I don’t believe it. She was here?!”[/red]
[blue]”Who was? What is it?”[/blue]
::The scene fades to black as Manson smiles to himself::
Friday 4th of February
[red]”You’re right Venom. I can be a dumb kid sometimes. I was dumb when we fought each other before. I was dumb for thinking I‘d have it easy in our match and I ended up the loser. And I hated it. For everything thing I said I‘d do, end your streak, beat the **** outta you, I couldn‘t back up my words. I’ll not be making that mistake again. Thanks to you my eyes were opened. I know what I’m up against now, and I know it’s gonna take something special to take you down. I’m gonna have to raise my game, and constantly be on my toe’s if I wanna make something of myself again. And it’s not going to be as and when I feel like it anymore, it just can‘t be. To be somebody in this business you gotta give a hundred and ten percent every minute of every day. And if you don’t? Well just take a look at where Joe Everyman is on Meta. How the mighty have fallen eh?
And just going off topic for a second, whoever agreed to my bet that he would fade into obscurity after losing last week, I want my money. Thanks.
Now as I was saying. I’m personally thanking you for giving me the kick up the arse I needed to take this seriously. I’ll be honest in saying it was a shock to the system. At first I wouldn’t accept it, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind but they kept crawling back, distracting me. Eating away at me.
But I got a chance to redeem myself by getting this title shot. And I don’t plan on half-assing it like I’ve been known to do. Not this time. I don’t care about holding that title for a third time. All that says to me is that I failed at being a champion twice before. Unlike Everyman I don’t care how many times I become a champion of any particular belt. I just want to be a champion.
It’s as simple as that. To be a champion again. To be looked up at and respected. Fame and fortune is nice, more doors will be opening and opportunities will arise. But that’s only a bonus. I wanna be a champion again and wear that belt with honour and pride. This time, I’m willing to spill my blood, sweat, and tears. I’ll do whatever it takes to become the National champion at Metamorphosis.
But to get that, I‘ve gotta go through you. And I‘m not gonna stand here and trash talk you like before. I think we‘re both better than to stoop to the levels often visited by Joe and cronies. No, you gave me something far greater than what I could ever give back in return. Belief. I believe I can beat you Venom, and I won’t need Falcon, or a steel chair to help me either. I‘ll get the job done myself, even if it means going through hell and back to get there, I‘m ready for it. Are you?”[/red]
::The scene opens up in Manson’s living room. The midday sun beams through the windows as Manson sits on his large sofa. On the table in front of him is a photo album, with loose pictures scattered across the surface. He stares blankly at the pages, turning them over every few seconds or so::
[red]*Where are you?*[/red]
::He keeps searching through the book, pulling out photo’s to get a closer look at them before discarding them across the table surface. He reaches the last page of the album, scanning the memories. He slams the cover shut and sits back in his sofa, sighing loudly::
[red]*Could‘ve sworn it was in there*[/red]
::He looks at a tattered box on the floor next to him. Something catches his eye and he leans closer. He reaches in and pulls out a worn, creased photograph::
[/I][red]”Aaah, Daisy,”[/red]
::A smile of happiness appears on his face as he looks at the photo. He checks the back of the picture *Me and Jack, Egypt 2001*. He never forgot her. He and Daisy had been a couple for years. She was beautiful, intelligent, and always supported him wherever he went or what he wanted to do. She was his soul mate. And he loved her like no other.
But like so many young romances, the real world would eventually grind them down. The constant travelling to different shows, watching Jack getting bloodied and battered in the ring for small pay or even nothing at all, was all too much for her. And she would never make him choose between her or the ring. But she couldn’t sit by and watch Jack risk his life every night. She had no choice but to leave him.
Heartbroken he ventured on alone. It was like an animal being released back into the wild after being in captivity for so long. He couldn’t handle it and fell into a world of depression. He still fought in the ring, trying to hit the big time and make some real money. But these one shot companies were never round long enough for him to do anything.
His fortune changed the night an NCW talent scout visited some back water company in passing. He witnessed Manson in the ring and immediately arranged for a chat. This was the break he needed. He’d join a company going somewhere. A company that would develop his skills and give him a good wage too. He couldn’t wait to tell Daisy.
The break up happened almost eight months prior to Manson signing for NCW. He and Daisy rarely kept in touch. He’d been moving about a lot and unless he rang her she found it almost impossible to reach him on a number. She deemed it for the best anyway. She still couldn’t sit by and know what he was doing to himself every night in the ring.
Once Manson had signed on the dotted line he immediately tried ringing Daisy. He knew her numbers off by heart. Her cell phone number, however, was no longer recognised. He rang her house phone only to be told by some stranger on the other end that Daisy didn’t live there anymore.
And that was that. Daisy had disappeared out of his life. He had no telephone number, no address, no nothing. He didn’t even have photographs of them together due to the break up. Only the one.
He strokes his finger gently down the surface of the photo, down Daisy’s cheek. Her smile beaming::
But like so many young romances, the real world would eventually grind them down. The constant travelling to different shows, watching Jack getting bloodied and battered in the ring for small pay or even nothing at all, was all too much for her. And she would never make him choose between her or the ring. But she couldn’t sit by and watch Jack risk his life every night. She had no choice but to leave him.
Heartbroken he ventured on alone. It was like an animal being released back into the wild after being in captivity for so long. He couldn’t handle it and fell into a world of depression. He still fought in the ring, trying to hit the big time and make some real money. But these one shot companies were never round long enough for him to do anything.
His fortune changed the night an NCW talent scout visited some back water company in passing. He witnessed Manson in the ring and immediately arranged for a chat. This was the break he needed. He’d join a company going somewhere. A company that would develop his skills and give him a good wage too. He couldn’t wait to tell Daisy.
The break up happened almost eight months prior to Manson signing for NCW. He and Daisy rarely kept in touch. He’d been moving about a lot and unless he rang her she found it almost impossible to reach him on a number. She deemed it for the best anyway. She still couldn’t sit by and know what he was doing to himself every night in the ring.
Once Manson had signed on the dotted line he immediately tried ringing Daisy. He knew her numbers off by heart. Her cell phone number, however, was no longer recognised. He rang her house phone only to be told by some stranger on the other end that Daisy didn’t live there anymore.
And that was that. Daisy had disappeared out of his life. He had no telephone number, no address, no nothing. He didn’t even have photographs of them together due to the break up. Only the one.
He strokes his finger gently down the surface of the photo, down Daisy’s cheek. Her smile beaming::
[red]”If only you knew.”[/red]
::The scene fades::
[red]”I’m the under dog in this match. There’s no denying it. I’ve got the support of some people who think I can beat you, but they don’t have to step in the ring and try. You’ve got the advantage on me. You’ve beaten me once before and most will say you can do it again. But you’ve unleashed something inside me that wants to pay you back. And I don’t mean I’m gonna kill you or end your career, I wouldn’t wish that on anybody. No, just winning that National title and sending you home with your tail between your legs will be pay back enough.
Most people might say I’ve got nothing to lose going into this match Venom. On one side I have a chance to win the National title. And on the other side, if I lose, people will just go back to saying same old Jack Manson. He’ll get there eventually.
To me there is no other side. It’s a must win match. If I wanna get to where I wanna be then, as much as I now respect you, I need to basically hurt you. I need you out of action. People are going to see another side to me at Meta, they’ll see the same Jack Manson that took on the “third best wrestler” this company has to offer, kicked out of his killer finisher, fought off another “legend”, and picked up the win.
Now I know below-average Joe and Johnson may not seem like the toughest cookies in the jar, but they still got me out of my comfort zone and made me work for the win. You recognised what I had in our first encounter, hopefully you know what I’m capable of Venom. I’m not saying I’ve suddenly become the second best wrestler this company has to offer, but I think you’re going to enjoy this fight as much as I am.
All week I’ve had people coming up to me. Fans, talking about our match. OUR match. They’re already saying it’s a contender for match of the year. Who am I to say otherwise? Like you I too feed off the energy of the crowd. The buzz in the air as I walk to the ring, feeling their adoration sweeping over me, getting my adrenaline pumping. I do this for them, I put it all on the line for them. And Sunday won’t be any different.
I’ll be on top form Venom. I know you’ve got yourself down as the winner, and retaining the title, but Joe Everyman made that mistake. I’m not comparing you to him, far from it. But don’t expect this to be a walk over, because I’m gonna give you that high you crave Venom. We’ll blow the roof off that arena and leave the fans wanting more.
It’s gonna come down to whoever wants it more. And honestly, I’d say we aren’t too different right now…”[/red]