Post by Jack Manson on Oct 26, 2007 14:31:33 GMT -6
::We open with Jack Manson sat alone, in a large modern gymnasium. He is sat on the bench with a white towel draped over his head, his black gym vest and shorts are wet from sweat. He is sat leaning with his forearms resting on his thighs, and sweat runs and drips slowly from his face to the ground below. His breathing is heavy, but only as a sign of him getting warmed up. He pulls the towel down from his head and throws it on a coat rack as he stands up.
Jack's hair is matted and damp. He shakes off a quick rest and performs a few stretches to keep his muscles warm. Slowly, Manson walks over to the heavy punch bag hanging in front of a large mirror, which stretches across the wall from left to right. Picking up sum wrist wraps, he methodically wraps his wrists and hands up. After a few quick breathing techniques and centering his focus on the bag he starts off with a few jab combinations::
JAB... JAB... CROSS
::The noise of skin against leather rattles through the gym as Jack continues. He starts adding a little footwork in to the workout. Skipping and hopping around on the balls of his feet, not keeping in the same spot for more than a few milli-seconds::
JAB... Move... JAB... Move... CROSS
::His face is that of intensity as the sweat flies from his forehead with his movements. The combination continues with Jack taking full advantage of his training in muay Thai. Big hard kicks fly in from the side, hitting the imaginary temple of the punch bag, then down to the abdomen and then to the legs of the imaginary opponent. Manson grabs the back in a hold and quickly brings his hard knees up under the imaginary rib cage::
SMACK... SMACK
::Left and right knee's pound at the bag. His breathing starts to get heavier. The mental training he has under-gone in his life has allowed him to push past the restraints of tiredness. He is talking to himself in his mind::
[blue]T:COME ON YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS. Is this all you've got?! Do you think this is what champions are made of? COME ON PUSH IT!!![/blue]
::Jack is back on the combo's, with fancy footwork that Ali would be proud of::
[blue]T: Now we're getting somewhere. Come on, you gotta be prepared for this match. You haven't been in winning ways these past few weeks and I'm sick of seeing you on the wrong end of a pin-fall. Now work HARDER![/blue]
::Jack slows down his hits, making sure not to suddenly put the body in a motion stopping shock. His body quickly adjusts to the speed till he stops. He walks slowly over to the weight bench and lies down. His arms are aching, but it's nothing compared to what they've been through already. Taking another moment to focus on the job at hand he lifts the bar from it's holding clips and up over his chest. Slowly, making sure to work all the intended muscles, he lowers the bar to his chest, holding it for a moment, then slowly lifting it back up::
[blue]T:Good, good. Now it's burning, feel the burn come on![/blue]
::Manson let's out a roar as the ache englufs him. His arms shake and buckle like a skyscraper caught in the merciless winds of a hurricane. Grunts and groans emit from his vocal chords as he finishes off the last set of reps. Placing the bar back in its holder he lies still for a moment, contemplating his match. He was shown the card a few days ago and it didn't suprise him that he had been relegated to the B show. Everyone has to go through a bad patch at some point in their career's and this is Manson's::
[blue]T: Come on don't slack off, this next opponent is a right freakshow. Did you see what he done in his little threatening video to you? He slammed a child through a table![/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah I saw. But there's something this guy doesn't realise. I am not a ten year old child. There is no doubt in my mind that Vertigo is a sick and twisted individual, however I won't take it easy on him because he is mentally retarded. He won't know whats hit him. I'll be back to winning ways this Saturday Tony, mark my words.
Vertigo, whoever the hell you are, if you wanna attack small children in an attempt to scare me, then go ahead. But try as you might you can't scare me. Ever. I've seen and done more frightening things than you could imagine. I came out of an Xtreme Hardcore cage match in one piece. I didn't win, but if it wasn't for that meddling piece of speutum Christian Kane, I would have left Mind Games the National champion still. That match alone over shadows any pitiful tactics you have in mind to scare me. If I had it my way I would fight you inside another Xtreme hardcore cage match, just to inflict real pain on you. Pain that no school epuipment could ever inflict. By the way what the **** is all that about? "Oh my teachers picked on me at school, I need to get my revenge with a "dunce" hat and a pencil sharpener". I mean come on, you think you can inflict pain with a plastic ruler and a pencil?! BRING THEM TO THE RING WITH YOU! I'll bring my own arsenal and show you how to use a weapon.[/red]
[blue]T: Damn right fool! And after that we gonna go after that interefering punk Christian. He's been mouthing off against you none stop since he screwed you over against Ace. Kane, there's a reason why Manson doesn't value you as a threat, it's because you aren't. You are an amateur who needs to get under the skin of established stars like Jack to get in the limelight. Well it stops now! Once we deal with Vertigo burpburger or whatever the hell his name is, we'll be taking care of you. You better make sure to stay close to your Empire buddies, don't wanna find yourself all alone with no protection now.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah, but that's not important at the moment Tony. What's important is preparing to battle with Dirtmurder. This saturday Vertigo, prepare to go face to face with the new face of ultra-violence![/red]
::The camera slowly zooms out from Manson's face as he prepares to carry on his training::
Fade To Black
Jack's hair is matted and damp. He shakes off a quick rest and performs a few stretches to keep his muscles warm. Slowly, Manson walks over to the heavy punch bag hanging in front of a large mirror, which stretches across the wall from left to right. Picking up sum wrist wraps, he methodically wraps his wrists and hands up. After a few quick breathing techniques and centering his focus on the bag he starts off with a few jab combinations::
JAB... JAB... CROSS
::The noise of skin against leather rattles through the gym as Jack continues. He starts adding a little footwork in to the workout. Skipping and hopping around on the balls of his feet, not keeping in the same spot for more than a few milli-seconds::
JAB... Move... JAB... Move... CROSS
::His face is that of intensity as the sweat flies from his forehead with his movements. The combination continues with Jack taking full advantage of his training in muay Thai. Big hard kicks fly in from the side, hitting the imaginary temple of the punch bag, then down to the abdomen and then to the legs of the imaginary opponent. Manson grabs the back in a hold and quickly brings his hard knees up under the imaginary rib cage::
SMACK... SMACK
::Left and right knee's pound at the bag. His breathing starts to get heavier. The mental training he has under-gone in his life has allowed him to push past the restraints of tiredness. He is talking to himself in his mind::
[blue]T:COME ON YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS. Is this all you've got?! Do you think this is what champions are made of? COME ON PUSH IT!!![/blue]
::Jack is back on the combo's, with fancy footwork that Ali would be proud of::
[blue]T: Now we're getting somewhere. Come on, you gotta be prepared for this match. You haven't been in winning ways these past few weeks and I'm sick of seeing you on the wrong end of a pin-fall. Now work HARDER![/blue]
::Jack slows down his hits, making sure not to suddenly put the body in a motion stopping shock. His body quickly adjusts to the speed till he stops. He walks slowly over to the weight bench and lies down. His arms are aching, but it's nothing compared to what they've been through already. Taking another moment to focus on the job at hand he lifts the bar from it's holding clips and up over his chest. Slowly, making sure to work all the intended muscles, he lowers the bar to his chest, holding it for a moment, then slowly lifting it back up::
[blue]T:Good, good. Now it's burning, feel the burn come on![/blue]
::Manson let's out a roar as the ache englufs him. His arms shake and buckle like a skyscraper caught in the merciless winds of a hurricane. Grunts and groans emit from his vocal chords as he finishes off the last set of reps. Placing the bar back in its holder he lies still for a moment, contemplating his match. He was shown the card a few days ago and it didn't suprise him that he had been relegated to the B show. Everyone has to go through a bad patch at some point in their career's and this is Manson's::
[blue]T: Come on don't slack off, this next opponent is a right freakshow. Did you see what he done in his little threatening video to you? He slammed a child through a table![/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah I saw. But there's something this guy doesn't realise. I am not a ten year old child. There is no doubt in my mind that Vertigo is a sick and twisted individual, however I won't take it easy on him because he is mentally retarded. He won't know whats hit him. I'll be back to winning ways this Saturday Tony, mark my words.
Vertigo, whoever the hell you are, if you wanna attack small children in an attempt to scare me, then go ahead. But try as you might you can't scare me. Ever. I've seen and done more frightening things than you could imagine. I came out of an Xtreme Hardcore cage match in one piece. I didn't win, but if it wasn't for that meddling piece of speutum Christian Kane, I would have left Mind Games the National champion still. That match alone over shadows any pitiful tactics you have in mind to scare me. If I had it my way I would fight you inside another Xtreme hardcore cage match, just to inflict real pain on you. Pain that no school epuipment could ever inflict. By the way what the **** is all that about? "Oh my teachers picked on me at school, I need to get my revenge with a "dunce" hat and a pencil sharpener". I mean come on, you think you can inflict pain with a plastic ruler and a pencil?! BRING THEM TO THE RING WITH YOU! I'll bring my own arsenal and show you how to use a weapon.[/red]
[blue]T: Damn right fool! And after that we gonna go after that interefering punk Christian. He's been mouthing off against you none stop since he screwed you over against Ace. Kane, there's a reason why Manson doesn't value you as a threat, it's because you aren't. You are an amateur who needs to get under the skin of established stars like Jack to get in the limelight. Well it stops now! Once we deal with Vertigo burpburger or whatever the hell his name is, we'll be taking care of you. You better make sure to stay close to your Empire buddies, don't wanna find yourself all alone with no protection now.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah, but that's not important at the moment Tony. What's important is preparing to battle with Dirtmurder. This saturday Vertigo, prepare to go face to face with the new face of ultra-violence![/red]
::The camera slowly zooms out from Manson's face as he prepares to carry on his training::
Fade To Black