Post by Jack Manson on Mar 9, 2011 18:02:08 GMT -6
[yellow]The Quest For Gold[/yellow]
[black]Part Seven[/black]
[white]Location: Jack Manson’s home
Five hours after Trauma has gone off the air[/white]
[black]Part Seven[/black]
[white]Location: Jack Manson’s home
Five hours after Trauma has gone off the air[/white]
[pink]”Hey, Tony? It’s Daisy. Erm, have you seen Jack? Is he with you?”[/pink]
[white]::Jack’s girlfriend Daisy is sat at home. Jack is late coming home after Trauma and she’s getting worried. She called Tony, his manager to get information::[/white]
[pink]”He’s usually home by now. He’s not answering his phone.”[/pink]
….
[pink]”Okay, I’ll wait a little longer. See if you can get in touch with him. Thanks Tony, bye.”[/pink]
[white]::Daisy puts the phone on the table in front of her. She sits back and sighs heavily, a huge look of worry is cast across her face::[/white]
[pink]*Where the hell are you Jack?*[/pink]
[white]Location: Unknown
Two days after Trauma[/white]
[white]We hear a mobile phone ringing in the background. In the distance sat against a run down brick wall, we see Jack Manson. He’s still in his gear from Trauma two nights ago and the dark rings around his eyes suggest he hasn’t slept much either. Next to him is his hold-all, and that’s where the ringing is coming from. He pulls out his mobile phone as it eventually goes to voicemail. Ten missed calls and seven texts.
He looks around his surroundings. A place of broken messages, unfulfilled dreams and ambitions. His phone rings again. He picks it up and throws it hard against the wall opposite him, smashing it to pieces::[/white]
Two days after Trauma[/white]
[white]We hear a mobile phone ringing in the background. In the distance sat against a run down brick wall, we see Jack Manson. He’s still in his gear from Trauma two nights ago and the dark rings around his eyes suggest he hasn’t slept much either. Next to him is his hold-all, and that’s where the ringing is coming from. He pulls out his mobile phone as it eventually goes to voicemail. Ten missed calls and seven texts.
He looks around his surroundings. A place of broken messages, unfulfilled dreams and ambitions. His phone rings again. He picks it up and throws it hard against the wall opposite him, smashing it to pieces::[/white]
[black]”I said I wasn’t going to stay away. I warned you that I couldn’t just be forgotten about. I’ve been kept a secret for the last time. For weeks… No, in fact since I got back here in nCw I’ve had to take the back seat in this shell of a man. I’ve had to witness the fear I instilled with my own hands become nothing more than a joke. I’ve sat and watched this nice guy act drag my name threw the dirt. Well, not anymore.”[/black]
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::His face is full of rage as he fiddles with some of the phone debris that ricocheted back off the wall towards him::
[/white][black]I won’t be made a fool of again.
I’ll usher in the next era of Ultra-Violence, right here, right now.
At Cross-Roads, I get another shot at that snake Venom, and his National title. And to all you haters out there who don’t think I deserve this shot, go **** yourselves. As it stands I’m still the number one contender to that belt. So whether I got my rematch at Cross-Roads, or at the next show, it doesn’t matter. Nobody else has been crowned the number one contender. If you got a problem with it then I’ll meet you square in the ring and we can sort it out like men.
Now word on the grapevine is I don’t stand a chance against Venom this week. People have written me off almost instantly. How do you think that makes me feel?
“Jack Manson doesn’t stand a chance against Venom.”
“This rematch shouldn’t be going ahead, V will destroy him again.”
It boils my blood to think I’ve been reduced to this! The Maniac has become The Clown, The Choker, The Joe Everyman. Take all the qualities of Davey Ortega and Joe Everyman, roll them up, pop em’ in the oven and what do you get?
Jack Manson.”[/black]
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::He shakes his head slowly::[/white]
[black]“That’s what I hear. And I’m tired. Tired of all the bull****, tired of the haters, and tired of this run I find myself on.
I can’t even remember my last win and frankly I don’t care anymore. The only thing that matters now is getting that National title back round my waist. And the final obstacle in my quest for gold stands in my way.
Venom.
My Everest. If I wanna be the best, I’ve gotta beat the best. And since you’re still holding that National title, that means you are the best. You’ve presented me with the biggest challenge of my career and so far I’ve failed to do anything about it. The title was there for the taking and I failed.
There, I said it. I failed. I know I’ve harped on about the mistakes made by the ref, but if I went out and gotten the job done like I said I would, and done it properly, I’d be the one standing there as National champion, not you. Last time was unfortunate, a one in a million chance of happening.
There will be no repeat of it.
We’re about to step into battle once again and lock horns. A time to test the mental and physical capabilities of ourselves in the ultimate contest. It makes you feel alive, do you agree? This is what we live for. That belt is why we put ourselves in the firing range night after night.
I no longer care about what’s been happening in the last few weeks with me. To be honest you and that title have been the only things I’ve thought about since Metamorphosis. People have been put in front of me, and I’ve sat back and let them walk all over me, and use me as a stepping stone in their careers. All I wanted was to get my hands on you.
As for your current bad streak? Well, maybe you’re not as good as you think you are. The man does have a weakness after all. Maybe your starting to show your age and people are catching up to you? Or maybe you’ve been harbouring the same feelings as me. As much as you wouldn’t admit it, I bet I’m under your skin. I’ve found a chink in your armour and you know it. I’m not saying your scared, or even worried, you’re too good to be those things. But you know what I’m capable of. Unfortunately that goes for both ends of the spectrum for me but alas, I still pose a threat to you and title. I was this close to winning the title from you last time and you knew it.
I saw your reaction right before the ref handed you the belt. You had no idea you were still the champ. That split second before reality kicked in I saw your face drop. I saw the look of despair in your eyes. I’m eager to bring forward those emotions in you once again.
All I want now is for this match to be here, right now. I’ve got this inferno inside me waiting to erupt, and suppressing it until Cross-Roads is taking some doing. I’ve got a lot of pent up aggression just waiting to be unleashed, and you get to witness it head on.
I know you wouldn’t want it any other way.”[/black]
[white]::Tony is outside Jack’s home. He bangs on the door loudly. It’s 2am and the lights are off. Tony steps back and looks up at the bedroom windows but there doesn’t seem to be any life in the house. He turns and begins to walk away but he hears the front door being unlocked::[/white]
[blue]”Jack? That you?”[/blue]
[pink]”No, he still hasn’t come home yet.”[/pink]
[blue]”Ah, Daisy. Yeah I’ve tried ringing him but can’t get a connection.”[/blue]
[pink]”C’mon in.”[/pink]
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::Tony follows Daisy inside as he closes the door behind him. They go into the front room and Tony sits on a chair opposite the sofa Daisy sits on. He can tell by her face she hasn’t had much sleep::[/white]
[blue]”You okay?”[/blue]
[pink]”Not really. I’m worried. He never stays out like this, especially after a show. He gets sorted at the show and, unless he’s with you and away from home, he comes back”[/pink]
[blue]”How were things before he left for the show? You guys didn’t have a fight or nothing’?”[/blue]
[pink]”Well, now that you mention it. A day or two before the show I woke up on the morning and Jack wasn’t there.”[/pink]
[blue]”Well where was he?”[/blue]
[pink]”I went downstairs and found him passed out on the sofa. When he came round he couldn’t remember anything about the night before. He was fully clothed and his trainers had mud on them. He must’ve been outside but when I asked him he just said he couldn’t remember.”[/pink]
[blue]”Sleep walking maybe?”[/blue]
[pink]”Maybe.”[/pink]
[blue]”Did he ever do this kinda thing before? I mean back when you two were together the first time?”[/blue]
[pink]”Actually, yeah, he did.”[/pink]
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::Manson stands up and surveys his surroundings. The full moon in the sky shines through the open roof, illuminating the room in an eerie pale blue light::[/white]
[black]”Are you going to try and end my career? Is that how you wanna play this? Many people have threatened me with this before, and everyone of them failed to get the job done. From the maggots like Vertigo Dirtmurder and Christian Kane, all the way up the mountain to legends like Angel, have all said they wanna end my career. I get knocked down but I get back up, again and again. You will literally need to kill me to keep me from coming after that title. And if by some divine intervention I don’t get that title on Sunday, you can bet your life I’ll be facing you, or whoever the next champ may be, for it sooner rather than later. And if that means having to start from the bottom of the ladder again then so be it. I’ll steam roll right through the competition and get back in the title scene. No help from the GM, no whining, nothing but hard work.
At least you understand the concept of hard work. You know what you gotta do to get recognised as the greatest National champion.
Beat me.
Beat me and prove to the world just how much of a champion you are. I’ll make you work hard for it though. Harder than before.
And whether you respect me or not, we’ll blow the roof off that place one more time. It’s already getting billed as the most anticipated match of the night. I don’t think we’ll disappoint.
We never do.”[/black]