Post by Jack Manson on Jan 26, 2008 21:52:22 GMT -6
::The scene opens up in a simple park. It’s round about lunchtime and the weather is mild, yet the wind is still bustling through the tree branches. Not many people are attending the park today, understandable after the recent weather we’ve been getting. The camera pans round, we see a few female joggers, a couple of dog walkers, and the odd elderly person battling against the wind. The camera continues to pan and soon settles on a park bench not too far from where the camera is standing. On that bench is a man, a man that is familiar to us but also now a stranger. The camera switches and we are now closer to this stranger. His cold, dead eyes staring into nothingness, and his breath visible from the cold air each time he exhales. The man leans forward, hunching over slightly and bringing his clasped hands up to his mouth as he rests his elbows on his thighs. The camera zooms further in and we see that it’s none other than Jack Manson sat on this bench, a mere shadow of his former self. He begins to speak, a voice harsher than what we have come to expect emits from his vocal chords::
[orange]Jack: You know, I’m not surprised you think that this is some sort of scare tactic on Jack’s part to get under your skin before the match.[/orange]
::Manson sits back and regains his upright posture::
[orange]Jack: Even you should be able to see that this isn’t the same man you’ve faced in the ring before. If you fail to see that, then I’ll let you carry on in blind ignorance until the horror sweeps over you like a tidal wave, when I tear you apart limb from limb and make you bleed. Because I will Steve. You have no idea what I am capable of. You seem to have it in your thick head that this was Jack’s idea, that he decided to step up his game to take you down. Heh, trust me, he would want nothing more than to rid me from his soul for good. But that ain’t ever gonna happen.[/orange]
::Jack stands up, his ¾ coat buttoned up to his neck to keep the chill from his body. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks along the path, facing the wind::
[orange]Jack: Manson hates me for what I’ve done, what I’ve caused him. If it wasn’t for him I probably would’ve killed Spike’s sister Freya. That moment runs freshly through my mind each and every day. I pulled the trigger, yet a split second before he gained control, avoided the tragedy I was going to inflict on Kane and his family.[/orange]
::Manson carries on walking, reaching a path enclosed by leafless trees and bushes, their twigs and branches rattling in the wind::
[orange]Jack: I don’t regret what I’ve done Steve. Regret isn’t an emotion I am capable of feeling. Like a machine I am devoid of all feelings. And like a machine I’m programmed, programmed to do one thing and one thing only. Inflict as much pain and destruction on my opponents in anyway I can. I have a feral instinct to destroy, a savageness you haven’t come across in all your time spent in the ring. I’ll guarantee that as a fact right now. I wasn’t able to finish what I started with Spike and his family, but I’ll make damn sure I’ll finish you on Sunday. Don’t expect the Jack Manson you know to make an appearance on Sunday, he’s long gone… For now. I don’t doubt that he’ll be back. He just needs time to rethink his goals, like I had to after the Freya incident. He needs to get over his weakness and be more like me. A man without weakness. You want to watch and study me like some sort of laboratory animal? Fine, but you find anything. You can kid yourself till the cows come home, I have no weakness. Unlike yourself though Steve. I’ve had you pegged since day one. The ego, the over-confidence, the vanity, the ignorance, the arrogance that is Steve Awesome, you will be your own downfall. You will fall my friend. Your fall from grace will be a sweet one at that. I hope you enjoy your ever decreasing glory, it’s not gonna last past Sunday.[/orange]
::A few joggers jog past Manson, he carries on walking as the wind picks up::
[orange]Jack: Hehe I enjoyed the Charmed reference in your last snore-fest though, nice observation. Although things in Charmed are usually explained, I can’t explain what this is with Jack Manson. I am the cause of it, but there is no name for this state. One day I found myself existing, dormant in Jack’s own self. But don’t be jealous you haven’t tapped into your own dark side yet, you will one day. Every man must face his demons at some point. And when you do… You’ll wonder how you ever got by without it. You walk like you’ve got the killer instinct, but you have **** all. I’ve searched and searched for some thing, some quality you possess that impressed me, but I found nothing. Sure you could make a good champion one day, but that’s it. You have nothing going for you. This whole sexiest abs in the industry thing is a load of bull****. What the hell does it matter if you have good abs or not? Do you think that’s what wins you matches, or gold for that matter? You know what, don’t even answer that question, I couldn’t give a damn what you think. I hear you claim you’ve been vicious all along, knocking Manson down a few pegs or two. You think kicking a steel chair into his skull was vicious? That is mere child’s play to a monster like me Steve.[/orange]
::From across the green a few kids run out and kick a football high into the air, the wind gets underneath it though and blows it a few feet away, causing the kids to run after it::
[orange]Jack: You will know first hand what viciousness is when we get in that ring. Now I could talk and go on about it but words mean nothing at the end of the day. The only way we can show each other that we mean what we say is by action. I know you’ve heard it all before Steve anyway, but so has Jack, and through Jack so have I. I’ve seen the cocky new superstar come in, talk **** about how he is gonna take the top spot, how he’s gonna be the next champion, and walk around like he’s got a pair. Oh I’ve seen them all. And I’ve seen them all crawl backstage with their tails between their legs too after I’ve hit the Maniac Spine Crusher on them and took the wind from their sails. So yeah, say you’ve heard it all before, but think again before you run your mouth off over how awesome you are. Because like you, I’ve also heard it all before.[/orange]
::Manson comes to another park bench and sits down, breathing in the cold air as he rubs his hands briskly together::
[orange]Jack: Now, you’ve said an awful lot regarding me, not Jack, and talking like you know me. You seem to think I was present when Manson lost his National title to Spike, what makes you think that? I didn’t lose that title, Jack did. On his own. I won’t say it was down to Christian’s interference, it was Jack’s own fault. He took his eye off the ball and allowed himself to fall into that trap. I wasn’t there. I was there when I rendered our own Champion Spike Kane unable to continue in the match with Manson. After the Freya thing Manson gained control, but he was able to suppress what hold I had over him. I managed to slip through his fingers only momentarily, but it was enough to give Spike Kane his first defeat here. Watch over that match again Steve, for your own benefit, watch the change, you can see it. It’s only slightly, but once Jack locks in that submission hold, take a look at his eyes, those cold dead eyes. They’re aren’t his are they. That’s not him in there fighting Kane, choking his life away, that’s me.
And what nasty and awful things are you expecting me to do in this message to instil fear in you? Kill a puppy maybe? Throw a kid into a pool of water? Push an old woman over? Assert my dominance over the weak and measly? I don’t need to do anything like that to put the fear in you. I saw the look in your eyes as you watched my emergence the other night, you’re worried. You doubt my words to make yourself feel better about stepping in that ring with me. I wasn’t trying to prove anything when I grabbed that idiot doctor by the throat and told him what I wanted to do. I have nothing to prove to him, or you. He suggested I miss this match, well actually he suggested Jack miss it. But I wasn’t having that. As much as I hate Jack being in control I couldn’t allow him to miss this match and then have you go on and on over how you’ve beaten him already and that this just proves Manson fears you etcetera. I couldn’t have that. But don’t get any pre-concepted thoughts that I’m not a hundred percent fit for this match because if you did you couldn’t be any farther from the truth. I am ready for this match Steve, you may think Jack has done nothing but get admitted to hospitals and have an accident or two, but he has. He’s pushed himself passed his limits. Our training has never been better. And since I emerged it’s been even more beneficial.
You might think Jack is fighting himself too much to concentrate on you, but, once again, you’re wrong. What part of me being the dominant one now did you not understand? Do I need to spell it out for you boy? Is there something mentally wrong with you that stops you from listening properly? Get your damn hair cut so that it’s no longer covering up your ears and maybe you’ll hear every word I tell you next time. For someone who says they were studying my video intently you really didn’t learn a lot. But no biggie Steve. I’ll forgive a weasel like you for having his head so far up his own ass he can lick the back of his teeth clean. I might even go so far as to kick your teeth clean out your mouth on Sunday too, depends how I sadistic I feel on the night. Make sure your woman takes a few good quality snapshots of your face and body tonight, because you might be walking in that ring a handsome man, but you’ll be leaving like quasimodo and you’ll want a few reminders of how you used to look.[/orange]
::Jack chuckles as he carries on walking, exiting the park gates and heading on down the street. The sun is beginning to set and nightfall is soon going to be upon us::
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::A few hours later and Jack is back home. Lying in his bed he tosses and turns, restless, unable to sleep. He kicks off the sheets, moans grumpily and gets up out of bed. He reaches for the glass of water on the night stand and takes a swig. Stale. And warm. He spits it out in disgust and throws the glass against the bedroom wall, shattering it to pieces. In the darkness he knows he is being broadcast, like it’s big ****ing brother or something. There’s a knock at the door and he hears something being shoved through the letter box. It lands with a thud downstairs and he groggily gets up to see what the commotion is. Once downstairs he sees the small case. A DVD case with the nCw logo across it::
[orange]Jack: Great. Yet another Steve Awesome tape to sit through. If those sleeping pills don’t knock me to sleep, this sure will.[/orange]
::Manson walks into his study, flicks on the light but quickly turns it out again as the pain hurts his eyes. He fumbles for the remote on the chair arm and turns the TV on. The screen lights up and Jack places the DVD in the player. He watches intently. As the tape comes to a stop he sits still::
[orange]Jack: I’m glad you’ve become excited about our match now Steve. Don’t ejaculate prematurely now, it seems you were certainly close in that last tape. Look at you, all giddy like a child in a toy store. Even giving yourself another nickname in all the excitement, did your two boyfriends help you come up with that one? It certainly seems like one of them is writing all your lines for you. Feeding words into your ears to relay to the camera. It’s nice you have someone who can do that for you. It really is.
But in all seriousness, why do you think I would just hand the title to you?! Come on, get a grip here. You’re having these visions of leaving me a bloody pulp, with you ripping my wounds further apart. Well good for you Steve, you know I’ve seen myself doing that to you since this match was announced. You’re only just starting to embrace what I’m all about. I wouldn’t be surprised if a little bit of Maniac has rubbed off on you there. I’m glad you’ve gotten in touch with your violent side, but it still won’t save you from bleeding. No matter how sadistic you say you’ve become, your just another person jumping on the band wagon. Jacks pal Ortega had to get in touch with his maniacal side, and now even that punk Dirtmurder is walking around calling himself the Messiah of Ultra-Violence. Can’t you just be your own man Steve? Your even borrowing from Sexy Jason with this whole good looks thing going on and the vanity. Listen, it isn’t sexy unless Sexy Jason says so. Thanks for that line Jason.
Now yes, you can claim I haven’t beaten you no matter how many times it was said, but here’s a fact for you. You haven’t beaten me either. When have you beaten me Steve? You didn’t pin me, I didn’t lose the match last week. How many times can you keep going on and on about how you’ve beaten the Maniac when you haven’t? I’m getting sick and tired of you Steve, sick and tired of the same dribble you let leak from those lips. Call me Mick Foley all you want, Cactus Jack, wow, haven’t heard that one before, original. Bravo Steve, bravo. You damn douche, ouch. Harsh words from the man who wants to rip me apart.
I really hope you can back up all that talk Steve. Can you take what I am going to dish out? You’re Steve Awesome, we get it already, you’re hear to take my National title, fair enough, You want to awesomely inform me of your greatness, whatever. I’ve seen nothing that renders you a threat to me Steve. nCw’s James Bond wannabe can give you all the advice on how to make it to the top he wants, but take it with a pinch of salt, because he’s done **** all around here either.
I’m fed up of talking, having to hear your voice drone on and one. This Sunday you will bleed. Like Jesus bled with the crown of thorns, when I wrap that barbwire round your skull, and pull it tightly, so that it pierces your flesh, you will wish for the sweet release of death. And it is coming. Everything about you will die by my hands on Sunday. Your hopes, your dreams, your reign. I'm taking it all from you. Make jokes all you want, address the kids all day long since you seem to enjoy their presence so much. It's all going to change this Sunday, at Cross-Roads.
I'll see you there Steve. And if any of your boys wanna interfere, try and give you the upper hand, let them know that my boys will be watching too.[/orange]
::Manson flicks off the TV and the screen turns to darkness::
[red]JM: Do you honestly think I'm gonna let you do this? You could end his career.[/red]
[orange]Jack: So. Isn't that what you want? To see Steve Awesome a broken shell of a man? To see him have to eat his own words about how Awesome he is? I know what you want, even if you won't admit it. I'm going to do a job on Sunday. The Awesome Express has made it's final journey.[/orange]
[red]JM: This isn't over. I won't allow this to happen again.[/red]
::Jack has a calm and collected voice about him::
[orange]Jack: Fine, try and stop me. But like Awesome you'll fail in your attempts. You can't stop me. Nobody can stop me.[/orange]
[red]JM: We'll see about that. As soon as you slip up I'm gonna take you down. I'll rid you once and for all.[/red]
[orange]Jack: Heh, I'll look forward to it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.[/orange]
::Jack stands up and walks out the room as the scene fades to static::
