Post by Jack Manson on Oct 5, 2007 15:44:00 GMT -6
It’s been a quiet few days in Jacks life. After the stress he’s gone through the last few weeks he decided to take a short break and get away from it all. He allowed his friend and manager, Tony, to tag along simply because his insane whinging was doing Jacks head in. The two of them headed back to England to visit Jack’s father who has being recovering well and is now back home with his family. Manson an Tony decided it best to let Jacks parents in on what was going on regarding the voice that is haunting their son. Needless to say both parents were shocked, and despite all their best efforts they admitted defeat in the knowledge they could do nothing to help their son, only sit back and let him deal with it alone. Manson told them he was hiring a small security team to just keep an eye on them all, making sure they are never caught in the crossfire of his battles again. Once again it seemed like everything was back to normal in Jacks life. His tormentor hadn’t made itself known since he envisioned him in his dream. But try as he might Jack can’t seem to picture the person anymore. He puts it down to him finally gaining the upper hand in the personal war with himself. He was finally on the right track to mental freedom.
Today Jack has left his parents house and gone for a drive around the countryside. The cool autumn air sweeps through his hair as he speeds along the open roads. His CD player is turned up and almost like a coincidence U2’s Beautiful Day begins to play. He smiles knowingly to himself that the tranquillity of it all won’t last. Far from it. It’s the quiet before the storm. Sunday all hell will be unleashed when the two biggest forces in nCw go head to head whilst being locked in the devils pit itself, an Xtreme cage match. Barbwire strung round the cage inside and out, weapons tangled up in the razor sharp wire which only the brave or stupid would risk to get, and the only way to victory is to ascend through the pain and suffering and climb over the top. None of that pin fall crap or through the cage door stuff. Which ever man wants victory the most must endure the razor sharp cage walls to escape and claim the win. Any normal person would probably run away, never to be heard from again, if they were told they would be wrestling in this steel contraption. But Jack and Spike aren’t normal men. Both have gone beyond the call of duty at least in some points of their respective careers. It seemed fitting to close the first chapter of their nCw career’s together with this match. Although Manson hates Spike with a passion, he can’t help but be impressed by him. Nobody has been able to penetrate through Manson’s tough exterior quite like Kane has, but then again nobody was stupid enough to involve Manson’s family like Kane did. Jack decided it only fair to have this match go down as the most brutal match nCw has witnessed so far. To truly showcase their desires and intentions. And if there is one thing Jack Manson loves to do, it’s to show his opponents just how far over their heads they are when the step into the ring with him.
His mobile phone begins to ring, he reaches for it off the dashboard and takes a look at the screen.
*Lance is calling*
He diverts the call to his voicemail and puts the phone back on the dashboard. Whatever Lance wants can wait for now. He slows down and soon stops the car on the side of the road. He closes his eyes and takes in the fresh air. His peaceful world is brought to a standstill when his phone rings again. He sighs and takes it from the dashboard::
*Anonymous Caller*
[red]JM: Hello?[/red]
[orange]F: Hi Jack. Remember me?[/orange]
[red]JM: No… Pretty hard to when I don’t know your name.[/red]
[orange]F: It’s Freya… [/orange]
[red]JM: Freya as in Spike Kane’s sister? [/red]
[orange]F: Yes. [/orange]
[red]JM: What do you want?[/red]
[orange]F: Ever since what happened between us… I… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s eating me alive and there’s nothing I can do about it.[/orange]
[red]JM: I’m sorry. It was never my intention to involve you. I lost control that day. [/red]
[orange]F: I need to see you.[/orange]
[red]JM: Urm… I don’t that’s a good idea Freya. I don’t want anything to do with you or the rest of your family. Except Spike. This is between me and Spike and involving anybody else will only cause more trouble.[/red]
[orange]F: PLEASE JACK! I NEED TO SEE YOU. I… I LOVE YOU! [/orange]
[red]JM: What? Don’t talk stupid. How can you love me after what happened? You don’t know me Freya. This is absurd. [/red]
[orange]F: NO I DO, PLEASE JACK. TAKE ME. I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM ALL THIS! [/orange]
[red]JM: Calm down. Look I know about your history Freya. Your brother decided it was needed to air your families history over the air like dirty laundry, but I won’t be part of it. I know of your decreasing mental health. I know you’ve been digressing since what happened and I’m sorry I truly am. But I won’t be taken off course from my goals by having interference from you or anybody else. Now please, don’t call me anymore. [/red]
::Manson takes the phone from his hear and Freya’s mumbled voice can be faintly heard talking gibberish as he hangs up. The phone begins to ring again. He hangs up. It rings once more. Freya yet again. Getting annoyed Manson Turns his phone off::
[red]JM: Christ, this is all I need. A dumb crazy bastard getting in my way.[/red]
[blue]T: Nothing out the ordinary for you.[/blue]
::Manson turns round and sees Tony walking up from the side of the road::
[red]JM: What are you doing here?[/red]
[blue]T: I left shortly before you got up this morning. I thought I would take a break on the last day of our trip before heading back home. What about you?[/blue]
[red]JM: Pretty much the same. Taking in the world now before I leave it too late and don’t get the chance again. [/red]
[blue]T: What’re you on about Jack?[/blue]
[red]JM: Heh, nothing. Just thinking about this Sunday. The match. It’s big news. It’s dangerous. I’ve been running it through my head since I fell in love with the idea. It’s so a match that will be so beautifully deadly… You just don’t know what might happen when you’re in something like this. I’m not saying I don’t have any confidence or that I’ve accepted defeat by thinking the inevitable. But it’s always a possibility, so I’m taking in the world now whilst I still can Tony. You understand.[/red]
[blue]T: Yeah, I do. Hell I know you’ve got a mammoth task ahead of you son. But thinking like this isn’t gonna help.[/blue]
[red]JM: That’s where you’re wrong. It will help. If I get over the fear of this, then I will step inside that cage with Spike Kane as a warrior with no regard to pain, fear, or the consequences.[/red]
[blue]T: I hope you’re right.[/blue]
[red]JM: I am. Trust me. Spike Kane isn’t going to be able to comprehend the suffering he will endure until it’s too late. He can go on about how Xtreme he is, or how this match is his home and what not till the cows come home. It won’t matter. I am the new face of ultra-violence. I strive for this. I live for it. It’s the reason I put myself through what I do week in week out. Just to be able to get inside something of this calibre to unleash my true power. I am a man who plays by the rules. But when given the chance to go beyond that, like this Sunday, I make the most of it. Like a caged beast in captivity breaking free, doing things that are out of the ordinary until it’s subdued and caged up again lying in wait till it can be set free once again. I am that caged animal Tony. I will be set free on Sunday and Spike Kane will be torn to shreds. I am going to smash his face in with weapons, grind his body against the razor sharp wire surrounding us, beat him till he’s bloody, I am going to leave him a lifeless mess. Why? Because it’s not often I get the chance to go beyond the norm. [/red]
[blue]T: You just make sure you don’t lose control. That thing feeds on anger and rage. You might do something you regret.[/blue]
[red]JM: I ain’t felt it’s presence since Sunday. Causing me to interfere with the match between John Anthony and Ricky Johnson. That is not something I do. But things can’t be undone. It happened. Ricky Johnson will have to get over it. [/red]
[blue]T: By the way, Lance has been trying to get in touch with you regarding the NWS and Burning.[/blue]
[red]JM: A tragic case if ever there was one. Being taken prisoner by the bottle. Phil needs to get his act together. NWS does not condone this type of behaviour. He is the weakest link and I hate to admit that because Phil is a good friend. But hiding him from the truth won’t help. I’ve tried ringing him but he won’t answer. The best I could do was leave a message telling him his friends are here for him, waiting for his return.[/red]
[blue]T: It’s hard for him, but he’ll appreciate it I’m sure.[/blue]
[red]JM: I know. At least Lance and I still see promise in him. We won’t be throwing him to the hyena’s just yet. But his needs to get his head of his ass and sort himself out.[/red]
[blue]T: Hey I see that cut is healing nicely. That was some beating you took on Sunday.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yes, I know. Seems like the brothers set aside their differences to take me out. But the boys failed. I don’t know if they wanted me to be out of shape for Sunday, or to just inflict some pain on me. Whatever their intentions were they failed. I’m still here. Bigger, badder, stronger than ever. Christian Kane may think he’s running with the big boys at the moment after Sunday, but it won’t be long before I target him. He had his shot and blew it. Now Spike gets his. My title is on the line and it’s all to play for. He wants it badly. He knows he isn’t good enough to go after Lance just yet so needs to fill that ego of his up with dreams on being on the same page as me. He wants to feel as if he has some purpose in life, as if winning my title will help him accomplish this. End of the day the maniac is still standing taller than ever. [/red]
[blue]T: Come on, let’s go home Jack. We gotta take care of some things.[/blue]
::Manson nods and him and Tony get into Manson’s car and drive off back to Jacks parents house. Inside they are greeted by his family::
[red]JM: It’s time for me to go back now. You know what I am now, what is going on with me, and you know how important it is to me to step into that cage with Spike Kane on Sunday. Mam, I know you’re worried over what may happen to me. But don’t be. I’ll be fine. And dad, you continue to rest. Just make sure you’re able to cheer me on from your armchair as you watch me tear Spike a new one for you.[/red]
[green]Dad: Aye, I’ll be cheering you on son. Just smack him across the head with a bat for your old man eh.[/green]
[blue]T: Don’t you worry Mr. M. Jack is gonna rip Spike’s head off and make sure he doesn’t mess with his family or him again.[/blue]
[red]JM: Tony, as much as I would like to end things with Spike on Sunday, we all know it won’t be the last of it. It might slow him down but he’ll come back.[/red]
[green]Dad: Whatever happens, just give him a beating he won’t forget okay? [/green]
[red]JM: You got it dad.[/red]
::Manson hugs his parents goodbye and it’s not long before him and Tony are on their way to the airport to catch Manson’s private jet::
[blue]T: Yo Jack. I’m glad your pops feeling alright now.[/blue]
[red]JM: Thanks Tony, me too.[/red]
::They reach the airport and it’s not long before they are up in the sky. Manson loves the night flights. Seeing all the city lights below him is really something. He closes his eyes and puts his headphones from his ipod into his ears. He flicks through his songs and settles for some easy listening. He glances over at Tony, who looks back giving him the thumbs up. Manson nods and turns back towards the window. He closes his eyes and falls asleep::
*Hey….*
[red]JM: …[/red]
*Hey, Jack. Wake up*
[red]JM: … Um[/red]
*WAKE UP!*
[red]JM: Wha? What’s up?[/red]
*We got some training to do*
[red]JM: Not yet Tony, how the hell do we train inside a jet anyway?[/red]
*I ain’t Tony, and we ain’t in the jet*
::Jack opens his eyes and sees blackness. A dream again. Now what?::
*Don’t worry. As much as I hate to admit it, you win*
[red]JM: Win what?[/red]
*Everything. The war going on inside of you for control. You win. I can’t do it anymore. You defeated your demons, even if it took some drastic actions on my part to help you do so. Don’t worry. I’m not a threat to you anymore. So you can relax knowing I won’t be running a mock with your body. It’s over*
[red]JM: So what does this mean? What’s gonna happen to me now?[/red]
*That depends on what you wanna do. I can stay around and help you out again. Or I’ll go… I’ll effectively be dead. You don’t need me anymore. You controlled your anger that had been building up inside of you. It’s up to you*
[red]JM: Wow. I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say. If I send you away. You won’t come back?[/red]
*No*
[red]JM: Ever?[/red]
*Nope*
[red]JM: What if I let you help me again? How can I trust you not to try and escape using my body as a means to do so?[/red]
*Look at me. I don’t even have a voice anymore Jack. There is more chance of Davey Boone coming back to life than of you losing control over me now*
[red]JM: I don’t know that though. You said this before and look what happened. You tried to get rid of me so you could take over.[/red]
*I know, I know. Look, you have the ability to channel your anger now. Many people can’t control it. They end up in a blind fit of rage where they can’t remember their actions afterwards, But not you. Not anymore. You can use it to your advantage. If you don’t… You won’t walk out of that cage on Sunday the winner. Spike Kane will. Trust me. I can carry on preparing you. Together with Tony we will achieve great things… Jack, at the end of the day all this was to help you. Help you fight and overcome your inner demons. And you have. It worked. Please don’t send me away…*
[red]JM: How pathetic. Talking about getting over fear and learning to control emotion whilst begging not to send you away. It would be an honourable way to go. But instead you’ve turned into a snivelling little peon, begging to be kept alive… Very well. I’ll keep you around. Purely to assist in my own gain and because I am curious as to how you can help me further.[/red]
*Thank you. It will be of great benefit. But…*
[red]JM: But? [/red]
*I need a voice otherwise I can only contact you from your dreams*
[red]JM: Man, your like Freddy Krueger, only Krueger from the sequels when he became a joke. Alright, Jack. You can have your voice back.[/red]
[teal]Jack: Haha, thank you. Now it’s time to get started on training.[/teal]
[red]JM: Begin.[/red]
::Manson closes his eyes and opens them. He is greeted by a smack round the mouth from Christian Kane. The shot rattles him and he falls back into the corner::
[red]JM: Could’ve given me a bit of notice before doing that.[/red]
[teal]Jack: Lesson one: Always be aware of your surroundings.[/teal]
::Manson smiles as he charges towards Christian and hit’s a neck snapping clothesline on him. Kane flips over in the air and his body convulses as the blurred crowd roar in approval. Kane’s body slowly dissolves into the mat until it’s nothing but a damp stain of what used to be. He breathes out loudly and hears a loud thud behind him. He turns and sees a metal pole connected to the turnbuckle. From the opposite side the same thing happens until all four turnbuckle have large metal poles attached to them. Like thin metallic snakes the cage starts to form around Manson, trapping him inside it. He looks around as the large razor like barbs of the wire twist and coil their way through the cage like tree roots::
[red]JM: Well… I guess it was only a matter of…[/red]
::Manson doesn’t finish that sentence. Instead he gets smacked across the back of the head with a baseball bat. His eyes roll back and he starts bleeding from his nose. His eye lids flicker as he goes into remission. Everything starts to fade. Just as he is about to die he hears someone talking to him::
[teal]Jack: Jack. Control it. Don’t you forget that if you die using this training, you will die in the real world too. Come on. You gotta take it and use it to your advantage.[/teal]
::Manson’s eyes roll forward and his brain sends signals to all his organs giving them life like a battery does to the machines. His nerves pick up the pain from the back of his head and his brain feels like it just went ten rounds with Tyson. He wipes his mouth and tries to focus. But the bright lights in the arena disorientate him. A pair of hands grab his head and start to drag him to his feet. He is pushed backwards and feels many sharp barbs puncture his back from the barbwire. This jolts him into focus and he sees Spike Kane smiling menacingly at him. Kane reaches down and picks up the bat once more. Manson frowns in anger, his mouth forms to a snarl. He looks around, quickly surveying the area. Then he spots it like a beacon of light through a foggy mist. He reaches for it but is overcome with agony when Kane hits his forearm hard. Manson pulls back and holds it in pain. He lifts himself from the cage wall and charges towards Spike. The bat is swung once again but Manson ducks it and using Kane’s momentum against him, meets his face head on with a devastating elbow to Kane’s nose. Blood immediately pours from the open wound and he stumbles back, dropping the bat. Manson continues to lay left and rights to Spikes face and body, making sure he can’t recover from the onslaught::
[red]JM: I’VE BEATEN YOU BEFORE YOU SON OF A BITCH AND YOU GOT UP. THIS TIME YOU WON’T GET BACK UP. WHETHER IT BE HERE, OR AT MIND GAMES!!!![/red]
::Manson reaches over and grabs the sledge hammer with a nail sticking out from the end of it. Kane shakes his head in fear and looks on through his crimson mask as Manson swings the hammer towards Kane. The weapon hit him in the temple, the nail piercing through his skull and into his brain, killing him instantly. Manson lets go of the sledge hammer and it hangs from Spikes head. He steps back and watches as Kane falls to his knees. He too begins to dissolve like his brother before him, till he is nothing but a stain on the floor::
[red]JM: I did it. Now get me out of here.[/red]
[teal]Jack: So be it. Good job Jack. You may wanna bandage that cut up on the back your head for a bit while it heals. That was one heavy blow you took.[/teal]
::Manson feels the back of his head. His hand is met with wetness. He pulls it back and sees it stained in his own blood::
[red]JM: Okay. [/red]
::With that said Manson wakes up in the plane. Tony is stood over him horrified. He pulls Manson forward and sees the blood stains from his head and back on the seat cushion::
[blue]T: Jesus Jack what the hell did you did do to yourself?[/blue]
[red]JM: Long story Tony. Get me bandaged up and I’ll let you in on a little secret.[/red]
::Scene fades to black as the plane lands in America::
Today Jack has left his parents house and gone for a drive around the countryside. The cool autumn air sweeps through his hair as he speeds along the open roads. His CD player is turned up and almost like a coincidence U2’s Beautiful Day begins to play. He smiles knowingly to himself that the tranquillity of it all won’t last. Far from it. It’s the quiet before the storm. Sunday all hell will be unleashed when the two biggest forces in nCw go head to head whilst being locked in the devils pit itself, an Xtreme cage match. Barbwire strung round the cage inside and out, weapons tangled up in the razor sharp wire which only the brave or stupid would risk to get, and the only way to victory is to ascend through the pain and suffering and climb over the top. None of that pin fall crap or through the cage door stuff. Which ever man wants victory the most must endure the razor sharp cage walls to escape and claim the win. Any normal person would probably run away, never to be heard from again, if they were told they would be wrestling in this steel contraption. But Jack and Spike aren’t normal men. Both have gone beyond the call of duty at least in some points of their respective careers. It seemed fitting to close the first chapter of their nCw career’s together with this match. Although Manson hates Spike with a passion, he can’t help but be impressed by him. Nobody has been able to penetrate through Manson’s tough exterior quite like Kane has, but then again nobody was stupid enough to involve Manson’s family like Kane did. Jack decided it only fair to have this match go down as the most brutal match nCw has witnessed so far. To truly showcase their desires and intentions. And if there is one thing Jack Manson loves to do, it’s to show his opponents just how far over their heads they are when the step into the ring with him.
His mobile phone begins to ring, he reaches for it off the dashboard and takes a look at the screen.
*Lance is calling*
He diverts the call to his voicemail and puts the phone back on the dashboard. Whatever Lance wants can wait for now. He slows down and soon stops the car on the side of the road. He closes his eyes and takes in the fresh air. His peaceful world is brought to a standstill when his phone rings again. He sighs and takes it from the dashboard::
*Anonymous Caller*
[red]JM: Hello?[/red]
[orange]F: Hi Jack. Remember me?[/orange]
[red]JM: No… Pretty hard to when I don’t know your name.[/red]
[orange]F: It’s Freya… [/orange]
[red]JM: Freya as in Spike Kane’s sister? [/red]
[orange]F: Yes. [/orange]
[red]JM: What do you want?[/red]
[orange]F: Ever since what happened between us… I… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s eating me alive and there’s nothing I can do about it.[/orange]
[red]JM: I’m sorry. It was never my intention to involve you. I lost control that day. [/red]
[orange]F: I need to see you.[/orange]
[red]JM: Urm… I don’t that’s a good idea Freya. I don’t want anything to do with you or the rest of your family. Except Spike. This is between me and Spike and involving anybody else will only cause more trouble.[/red]
[orange]F: PLEASE JACK! I NEED TO SEE YOU. I… I LOVE YOU! [/orange]
[red]JM: What? Don’t talk stupid. How can you love me after what happened? You don’t know me Freya. This is absurd. [/red]
[orange]F: NO I DO, PLEASE JACK. TAKE ME. I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM ALL THIS! [/orange]
[red]JM: Calm down. Look I know about your history Freya. Your brother decided it was needed to air your families history over the air like dirty laundry, but I won’t be part of it. I know of your decreasing mental health. I know you’ve been digressing since what happened and I’m sorry I truly am. But I won’t be taken off course from my goals by having interference from you or anybody else. Now please, don’t call me anymore. [/red]
::Manson takes the phone from his hear and Freya’s mumbled voice can be faintly heard talking gibberish as he hangs up. The phone begins to ring again. He hangs up. It rings once more. Freya yet again. Getting annoyed Manson Turns his phone off::
[red]JM: Christ, this is all I need. A dumb crazy bastard getting in my way.[/red]
[blue]T: Nothing out the ordinary for you.[/blue]
::Manson turns round and sees Tony walking up from the side of the road::
[red]JM: What are you doing here?[/red]
[blue]T: I left shortly before you got up this morning. I thought I would take a break on the last day of our trip before heading back home. What about you?[/blue]
[red]JM: Pretty much the same. Taking in the world now before I leave it too late and don’t get the chance again. [/red]
[blue]T: What’re you on about Jack?[/blue]
[red]JM: Heh, nothing. Just thinking about this Sunday. The match. It’s big news. It’s dangerous. I’ve been running it through my head since I fell in love with the idea. It’s so a match that will be so beautifully deadly… You just don’t know what might happen when you’re in something like this. I’m not saying I don’t have any confidence or that I’ve accepted defeat by thinking the inevitable. But it’s always a possibility, so I’m taking in the world now whilst I still can Tony. You understand.[/red]
[blue]T: Yeah, I do. Hell I know you’ve got a mammoth task ahead of you son. But thinking like this isn’t gonna help.[/blue]
[red]JM: That’s where you’re wrong. It will help. If I get over the fear of this, then I will step inside that cage with Spike Kane as a warrior with no regard to pain, fear, or the consequences.[/red]
[blue]T: I hope you’re right.[/blue]
[red]JM: I am. Trust me. Spike Kane isn’t going to be able to comprehend the suffering he will endure until it’s too late. He can go on about how Xtreme he is, or how this match is his home and what not till the cows come home. It won’t matter. I am the new face of ultra-violence. I strive for this. I live for it. It’s the reason I put myself through what I do week in week out. Just to be able to get inside something of this calibre to unleash my true power. I am a man who plays by the rules. But when given the chance to go beyond that, like this Sunday, I make the most of it. Like a caged beast in captivity breaking free, doing things that are out of the ordinary until it’s subdued and caged up again lying in wait till it can be set free once again. I am that caged animal Tony. I will be set free on Sunday and Spike Kane will be torn to shreds. I am going to smash his face in with weapons, grind his body against the razor sharp wire surrounding us, beat him till he’s bloody, I am going to leave him a lifeless mess. Why? Because it’s not often I get the chance to go beyond the norm. [/red]
[blue]T: You just make sure you don’t lose control. That thing feeds on anger and rage. You might do something you regret.[/blue]
[red]JM: I ain’t felt it’s presence since Sunday. Causing me to interfere with the match between John Anthony and Ricky Johnson. That is not something I do. But things can’t be undone. It happened. Ricky Johnson will have to get over it. [/red]
[blue]T: By the way, Lance has been trying to get in touch with you regarding the NWS and Burning.[/blue]
[red]JM: A tragic case if ever there was one. Being taken prisoner by the bottle. Phil needs to get his act together. NWS does not condone this type of behaviour. He is the weakest link and I hate to admit that because Phil is a good friend. But hiding him from the truth won’t help. I’ve tried ringing him but he won’t answer. The best I could do was leave a message telling him his friends are here for him, waiting for his return.[/red]
[blue]T: It’s hard for him, but he’ll appreciate it I’m sure.[/blue]
[red]JM: I know. At least Lance and I still see promise in him. We won’t be throwing him to the hyena’s just yet. But his needs to get his head of his ass and sort himself out.[/red]
[blue]T: Hey I see that cut is healing nicely. That was some beating you took on Sunday.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yes, I know. Seems like the brothers set aside their differences to take me out. But the boys failed. I don’t know if they wanted me to be out of shape for Sunday, or to just inflict some pain on me. Whatever their intentions were they failed. I’m still here. Bigger, badder, stronger than ever. Christian Kane may think he’s running with the big boys at the moment after Sunday, but it won’t be long before I target him. He had his shot and blew it. Now Spike gets his. My title is on the line and it’s all to play for. He wants it badly. He knows he isn’t good enough to go after Lance just yet so needs to fill that ego of his up with dreams on being on the same page as me. He wants to feel as if he has some purpose in life, as if winning my title will help him accomplish this. End of the day the maniac is still standing taller than ever. [/red]
[blue]T: Come on, let’s go home Jack. We gotta take care of some things.[/blue]
::Manson nods and him and Tony get into Manson’s car and drive off back to Jacks parents house. Inside they are greeted by his family::
[red]JM: It’s time for me to go back now. You know what I am now, what is going on with me, and you know how important it is to me to step into that cage with Spike Kane on Sunday. Mam, I know you’re worried over what may happen to me. But don’t be. I’ll be fine. And dad, you continue to rest. Just make sure you’re able to cheer me on from your armchair as you watch me tear Spike a new one for you.[/red]
[green]Dad: Aye, I’ll be cheering you on son. Just smack him across the head with a bat for your old man eh.[/green]
[blue]T: Don’t you worry Mr. M. Jack is gonna rip Spike’s head off and make sure he doesn’t mess with his family or him again.[/blue]
[red]JM: Tony, as much as I would like to end things with Spike on Sunday, we all know it won’t be the last of it. It might slow him down but he’ll come back.[/red]
[green]Dad: Whatever happens, just give him a beating he won’t forget okay? [/green]
[red]JM: You got it dad.[/red]
::Manson hugs his parents goodbye and it’s not long before him and Tony are on their way to the airport to catch Manson’s private jet::
[blue]T: Yo Jack. I’m glad your pops feeling alright now.[/blue]
[red]JM: Thanks Tony, me too.[/red]
::They reach the airport and it’s not long before they are up in the sky. Manson loves the night flights. Seeing all the city lights below him is really something. He closes his eyes and puts his headphones from his ipod into his ears. He flicks through his songs and settles for some easy listening. He glances over at Tony, who looks back giving him the thumbs up. Manson nods and turns back towards the window. He closes his eyes and falls asleep::
*Hey….*
[red]JM: …[/red]
*Hey, Jack. Wake up*
[red]JM: … Um[/red]
*WAKE UP!*
[red]JM: Wha? What’s up?[/red]
*We got some training to do*
[red]JM: Not yet Tony, how the hell do we train inside a jet anyway?[/red]
*I ain’t Tony, and we ain’t in the jet*
::Jack opens his eyes and sees blackness. A dream again. Now what?::
*Don’t worry. As much as I hate to admit it, you win*
[red]JM: Win what?[/red]
*Everything. The war going on inside of you for control. You win. I can’t do it anymore. You defeated your demons, even if it took some drastic actions on my part to help you do so. Don’t worry. I’m not a threat to you anymore. So you can relax knowing I won’t be running a mock with your body. It’s over*
[red]JM: So what does this mean? What’s gonna happen to me now?[/red]
*That depends on what you wanna do. I can stay around and help you out again. Or I’ll go… I’ll effectively be dead. You don’t need me anymore. You controlled your anger that had been building up inside of you. It’s up to you*
[red]JM: Wow. I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say. If I send you away. You won’t come back?[/red]
*No*
[red]JM: Ever?[/red]
*Nope*
[red]JM: What if I let you help me again? How can I trust you not to try and escape using my body as a means to do so?[/red]
*Look at me. I don’t even have a voice anymore Jack. There is more chance of Davey Boone coming back to life than of you losing control over me now*
[red]JM: I don’t know that though. You said this before and look what happened. You tried to get rid of me so you could take over.[/red]
*I know, I know. Look, you have the ability to channel your anger now. Many people can’t control it. They end up in a blind fit of rage where they can’t remember their actions afterwards, But not you. Not anymore. You can use it to your advantage. If you don’t… You won’t walk out of that cage on Sunday the winner. Spike Kane will. Trust me. I can carry on preparing you. Together with Tony we will achieve great things… Jack, at the end of the day all this was to help you. Help you fight and overcome your inner demons. And you have. It worked. Please don’t send me away…*
[red]JM: How pathetic. Talking about getting over fear and learning to control emotion whilst begging not to send you away. It would be an honourable way to go. But instead you’ve turned into a snivelling little peon, begging to be kept alive… Very well. I’ll keep you around. Purely to assist in my own gain and because I am curious as to how you can help me further.[/red]
*Thank you. It will be of great benefit. But…*
[red]JM: But? [/red]
*I need a voice otherwise I can only contact you from your dreams*
[red]JM: Man, your like Freddy Krueger, only Krueger from the sequels when he became a joke. Alright, Jack. You can have your voice back.[/red]
[teal]Jack: Haha, thank you. Now it’s time to get started on training.[/teal]
[red]JM: Begin.[/red]
::Manson closes his eyes and opens them. He is greeted by a smack round the mouth from Christian Kane. The shot rattles him and he falls back into the corner::
[red]JM: Could’ve given me a bit of notice before doing that.[/red]
[teal]Jack: Lesson one: Always be aware of your surroundings.[/teal]
::Manson smiles as he charges towards Christian and hit’s a neck snapping clothesline on him. Kane flips over in the air and his body convulses as the blurred crowd roar in approval. Kane’s body slowly dissolves into the mat until it’s nothing but a damp stain of what used to be. He breathes out loudly and hears a loud thud behind him. He turns and sees a metal pole connected to the turnbuckle. From the opposite side the same thing happens until all four turnbuckle have large metal poles attached to them. Like thin metallic snakes the cage starts to form around Manson, trapping him inside it. He looks around as the large razor like barbs of the wire twist and coil their way through the cage like tree roots::
[red]JM: Well… I guess it was only a matter of…[/red]
::Manson doesn’t finish that sentence. Instead he gets smacked across the back of the head with a baseball bat. His eyes roll back and he starts bleeding from his nose. His eye lids flicker as he goes into remission. Everything starts to fade. Just as he is about to die he hears someone talking to him::
[teal]Jack: Jack. Control it. Don’t you forget that if you die using this training, you will die in the real world too. Come on. You gotta take it and use it to your advantage.[/teal]
::Manson’s eyes roll forward and his brain sends signals to all his organs giving them life like a battery does to the machines. His nerves pick up the pain from the back of his head and his brain feels like it just went ten rounds with Tyson. He wipes his mouth and tries to focus. But the bright lights in the arena disorientate him. A pair of hands grab his head and start to drag him to his feet. He is pushed backwards and feels many sharp barbs puncture his back from the barbwire. This jolts him into focus and he sees Spike Kane smiling menacingly at him. Kane reaches down and picks up the bat once more. Manson frowns in anger, his mouth forms to a snarl. He looks around, quickly surveying the area. Then he spots it like a beacon of light through a foggy mist. He reaches for it but is overcome with agony when Kane hits his forearm hard. Manson pulls back and holds it in pain. He lifts himself from the cage wall and charges towards Spike. The bat is swung once again but Manson ducks it and using Kane’s momentum against him, meets his face head on with a devastating elbow to Kane’s nose. Blood immediately pours from the open wound and he stumbles back, dropping the bat. Manson continues to lay left and rights to Spikes face and body, making sure he can’t recover from the onslaught::
[red]JM: I’VE BEATEN YOU BEFORE YOU SON OF A BITCH AND YOU GOT UP. THIS TIME YOU WON’T GET BACK UP. WHETHER IT BE HERE, OR AT MIND GAMES!!!![/red]
::Manson reaches over and grabs the sledge hammer with a nail sticking out from the end of it. Kane shakes his head in fear and looks on through his crimson mask as Manson swings the hammer towards Kane. The weapon hit him in the temple, the nail piercing through his skull and into his brain, killing him instantly. Manson lets go of the sledge hammer and it hangs from Spikes head. He steps back and watches as Kane falls to his knees. He too begins to dissolve like his brother before him, till he is nothing but a stain on the floor::
[red]JM: I did it. Now get me out of here.[/red]
[teal]Jack: So be it. Good job Jack. You may wanna bandage that cut up on the back your head for a bit while it heals. That was one heavy blow you took.[/teal]
::Manson feels the back of his head. His hand is met with wetness. He pulls it back and sees it stained in his own blood::
[red]JM: Okay. [/red]
::With that said Manson wakes up in the plane. Tony is stood over him horrified. He pulls Manson forward and sees the blood stains from his head and back on the seat cushion::
[blue]T: Jesus Jack what the hell did you did do to yourself?[/blue]
[red]JM: Long story Tony. Get me bandaged up and I’ll let you in on a little secret.[/red]
::Scene fades to black as the plane lands in America::