Post by Jack Manson on Jun 12, 2008 11:03:27 GMT -6
[red]So last week we proved to the world that me and Spike mean business. And next week at Picture Perfect we’ve been given a new challenge, one some say is even greater than the one that lay before us last week. This time we’ve gotta take out Dave, and the returning Milo Holland, arguably the best tag team nCw had, until now. Me and Spike are on course for another big victory and we don’t plan on disappointing, as much as we know all the fans will be praying for a Holland victory. Well I got news for all the chump stains out there, it ain’t happening anytime soon.[/red]
::The scene opens up properly on the busy runway of the airport, shortly after the private jet escorting Social Distortion has landed. Once more Spike is carrying his own bags, whereas the rest of the group are letting the airport baggage handlers earn there measly five bucks an hour by carrying their luggage for them. Spike walks on ahead of the rest of the group, followed closely by Freya, who keeps looking behind her towards Manson’s direction. He can’t help but think that the memories of him, or rather Jack, kidnapping her and pulling a gun on her are still fresh in her mind. If he was in her position he would probably be a bit wary too. However Manson isn’t one for caring and brushes it off like yesterdays news, still though, the staring does make him feel slightly uncomfortable.
The group carries on through to the arrival lounge and it’s not long before Spike pulls Manson up, who once again has his iPod taking up most of his attention. Spike motions him aside and tells the others they’ll catch up in a second, Manson removes his headphones as the climax of Muse’s Knights of Cydonia kicks in::
[blue]SK: Dude, why are you listening to Hollands entrance music?[/blue]
[red]JM: What? Muse are kick ass, just because Holland is using it as his theme doesn’t mean I can’t stop listening to their stuff.[/red]
::Manson has a point and Spike simply shakes his head and dismisses the comment::
[blue]SK: Listen, since I’m going to meet Brad and Megan for lunch, I was wondering… [/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah…?[/red]
[blue]SK: It’s Freya.[/blue]
::The mention of her name causes Manson to let a groan like he knows exactly what’s coming next::
[blue]SK: Come on dude, I don’t wanna leave her with all the guys glaring at her in the pool. You’d be doing me a huge favour.[/blue]
[red]JM: What exactly are you wanting me to do? I ain’t a babysitter.[/red]
::Manson didn’t mean anything by it but Spike’s face shows he didn’t like that comment, obviously being over-protective of Freya since she isn’t in the right mental state, and can be child-like. Manson throws a look that tells Spike he didn‘t mean anything by what he said::
[blue]SK: Look, just take her out for a drink or something, keep her occupied, it’s only for a few hours.[/blue]
[red]JM: *Sigh* Fine, but just a few hours. You take too long and I’m leaving her with Tyler and the others.[/red]
[blue]SK: Thanks man, I owe you.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah damn right you do.[/red]
::Manson and Spike once again head on to catch up with the others. Spike reaches Freya and tells her about the plans, she seems upset she won’t get to swim in the pool but nods her head about the arrangement. Spike hugs her and walks on ahead. Manson walks closer and looks towards Freya, who gives him a seductive little wink before turning and walking on ahead. Manson frowns and plugs his earphones back in and resumes listening to his music.
Exiting the airport the group see a sleek black limo pull up alongside them, Xavier over exaggerating like all black men do when they approve of something. Tyler simply smiles smugly at his handy work as the driver steps out and opens the passenger door for them::
[green]TJ: We don’t do things by half here, come on get in everyone.[/green]
::Freya gets in first, followed by Tyler, then Rob and Maniac. Xavier is still excited as Manson walks past him::
[red]JM: Calm down Xavier, it’s like you’ve never been in a limo before.[/red]
::Spike simply laughs and pushes Xavier mockingly into the door opening before stepping in behind him. The driver loads the luggage into the boot of the car and then closes the boot lid and the passenger door before getting in himself and pulling away from the airport entrance::
[red]JM: So how big is your house Tyler?[/red]
[green]TJ: It’s big enough.[/green]
[red]JM: Sounds like you’re over-compensating for something there.[/red]
[green]TJ: You wanna sleep on the streets tonight Jack?[/green]
::Manson smiles, which soon breaks into a chuckle as the limo continues on it’s journey::
[blue]SK: Listen guys, Picture Perfect is a good time for us to shut some people up for good. I’m expecting a clean sweep next week, I want no **** ups. We all have a chance to lay waste to some of the jack asses currently occupying the roster. It’s time for a clear out I say.[/blue]
[green]TJ: Spike’s right. We should have these matches in the bag. Any failure to do so is your own damn fault. I want everyone focussed. Don’t rely on the others to come down and help you out, that kind of thinking makes you slack off and can cause mistakes.[/green]
[orange]RD: Don’t worry, you know the job will be done.[/orange]
[green]TJ: I’m not worried, just keep your eyes open, we have a lot of enemies wanting to screw us over, just keep your ring awareness on full okay everyone?[/green]
::There’s a small mumble of agreement from the group, Freya simply carries on looking out the tinted windows at the surrounding city::
[red]JM: How long till we get to yours Tyler?[/red]
[green]TJ: About forty minutes, best get yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride.[/green]
::Manson sighs softly as he adjusts his seating position into a slouch and closes his eyes. He turns the volum on his iPod up to max and feels the soft vibrations of the road run through the body of the limo::
[red]It bothers me that I have to basically baby sit Spikes crazy sister. Why the hell couldn’t he of gotten Rob or Tyler to look after her, hell even Xavier would have been a better choice than me. It’s not like I have time to be wasting either, I’ve got to prepare. Last time I was against the Hollands I was left for dead by my tag partner and received a beating I won’t ever forget. Will Spike do the same and throw me to the wolves? Doubtful, we truly do seem to be on the same page now. He can count on me being there at least. Whether he turns up or not I’ll still have a go at the Hollands because that’s the kind of person I am. I never back down from a challenge.
Suppose I better start thinking about where to take Freya out when we arrive at Tyler’s. Hopefully there’s a local bar round near there I can take her to. Then it’s just a case of sitting down, looking like I’m paying her attention, and waiting for Spike to come back.[/red]
::As Jack lies back fully engrossed in his music, Spike takes the time to talk to Tyler about Jack taking Freya out, and asks if there’s any bars or clubs around they can go to, almost as if Spike had read Jack’s mind. Tyler informs him of a small pub not too far from his and Spike reminds himself to let Jack know when they get to Tylers::
[red]Regardless, more pressing matters need attention, namely the Hollands on Sunday.[/red]
::The limo pulls up at Jacobs’ house. A large expensive house greets the guests, Freya giggles gleefully at the sight of it as the driver starts to take out the luggage from the boot. Spike takes his own as always and Tyler motions for them all to follow him. Spike whispers something to Freya and then walks over to Manson::
[blue]SK: Okay, Tyler tells me there’s a nice club a few miles down the road, says there’s no trouble and you won’t be disturbed too much. Take Freya there and keep her out of trouble.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah, yeah I know. And you don‘t expect me to walk there do you?![/red]
[blue]SK: You could walk it no problem, Freya on the other hand, no probably not. Which is why Tyler is letting you go there in the limo.[/blue]
[red]JM: Okay, well at lease let me take my stuff up to my room first.[/red]
[blue]SK: Fine, but be quick about it.[/blue]
::The group each go to their respective rooms, Manson can overhear Spike and Diamond slugging it on the gaming console downstairs::
[red]I thought that jackas had to go for lunch?![/red]
::Dropping his bags he goes back down stairs and sees Xavier leaving through the front door. Wondering what’s up Manson heads out the door and catches up with him::
[orange]XW: Sup brotha..[/orange]
[red]JM: Not much man. You left pretty quickly, I though me and you were gonna show Diamond and Maniac a thing about killing bitches…[/red]
::As soon as the last part of that sentences leaves his mouth Manson wonders why the hell he said it::
[orange]XW: Yeah... I just wanted to step out for a second and collect my thoughts for a second…[/orange]
::Manson and Xavier continue their little chat before Xavier heads of Manson jogs back to the house, just as Spike comes through the door. He shouts back inside the house::
[blue]SK: HEY FREYA, COME OVER HERE.[/blue]
::Freya looks around and sees Spike motioning her over, she giddily hops along towards them. Manson simply rolls his eyes and wonders why he didn’t just tell Spike where to go earlier::
[blue]SK: You and Jack are going on a trip, just for a few drinks remember.[/blue]
[pink]FK: But I wanna go in the pool![/pink]
[blue]SK: We’ve been through this already, it’s late now anyway, you can spend all day in the pool tomorrow.[/blue]
::Spike then gives his sister a small hug and walks off, leaving them both looking on::
[pink]FK: Okay, let’s go.[/pink]
::Freya jumps in the limo and Manson hesitantly gets in after her. The driver shuts the door and soon they are off on their journey. For the first mile they simply sit in silence. Freya almost seems to have a grown up aura around her which Manson notices fairly quickly. However she is still the woman he unwittingly pulled a gun on and barely missed her with the single bullet that was shot::
[pink]FK: You know, I haven’t forgotten about what happened between us.[/pink]
::And there it is. The one sentence Jack was hoping, praying, wouldn’t come up. Sods law he thinks to himself as he clears his throat::
[red]JM: Do we really need to bring that back up? What happened in the past wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t myself back then, I had no choice. Once I heard what Spike had done I was filled with rage and someone else just took over.[/red]
[pink]FK: Don’t worry. I know all about the other side to you, I met him first hand remember. What I wanted to say was… I’ve been apart of a lot worse, if you’re still blaming yourself over what happened, then don’t. It’s done with now.[/pink]
::Manson nods in agreement. He hadn’t ever blamed himself over what happened but decided to just drop the subject completely. Freya nonchalantly rests her hand on top of Manson‘s, who looks down to see what she‘s doing::
[pink]FK: So where’s this club then?[/pink]
[red]JM: Er… Should be there pretty soon. What are you doing exactly?[/red]
[pink]FK: Come on, I’ve seen the way you look at me Jack. I know the burning you feel for me. I’m just giving you what you want.[/pink]
[red]JM: Look Freya, I think you may have misread the situation. I don’t feel that way about you, I’m sorry.[/red]
::Freya grips his hand tightly::
[pink]FK: Come on Jack, don’t kid yourself. The signs are all there. You want it… I want it… Where’s the problem?[/pink]
[red]JM: Seriously, I’m not interested. I’m only here as a favour to Spike.[/red]
::Freya seems kind of hurt at the comment and releases his hand from hers. Noticing her dejected face Manson suddenly feels like a twat::
[red]God dammit, why can’t I have no morals or feelings towards women like Awesome or Ace?[/red]
[red]FK: Freya I’m sorry. You’re a great woman, really, I’m just not looking for anything right now.[/red]
[red]Christ, I’m giving her the talk I normally give my one night stand conquests. That’s rich, I look like a dickhead and I didn’t even get laid for it.[/red]
[pink]FK: Save it Jack, I know we’ll be together one day, you just need to realise it yourself first.[/pink]
::The limo door suddenly opens, it appears they arrived at the club without either of them noticing. They both step out the limo and Manson shuts the door behind him. They walk towards the club doors and the bouncer appears to have been notified of their arrival and lets them enter with no fuss. Freya links Manson’s arm and smiles as he just sighs and walks on through the doors::
[pink]FK: So, are you prepared for the Hollands this Sunday?[/pink]
[red]JM: Not quite. There’s a lot of work needed to be done before then. The Hollands are a great tag team whether they’ve fought together recently or not. Spike is a fool to underestimate them. I know Dave’s mind isn’t on this match, and Milo hasn’t wrestled in a while, not that I know of anyway. Either way they are still dangerous.[/red]
[pink]FK: Don’t worry, Spike knows what he’s doing.[/pink]
[red]JM: He better be.[/red]
::The hours soon pass and Manson finds himself actually enjoying Freya’s company. Not in a “I fancy you, let me take up that offer you gave me earlier” kinda way. Despite being slightly unstable she holds a conversation quite well when she wants to. Before long the two of them are heading off out the club, Freya looking a bit tipsy. The limo is there waiting for them and soon they are heading off back to Tyler’s::
[pink]FK: It’s been a long time since I’ve had a laugh like that.[/pink]
[red]JM: Me too actually, so thanks.[/red]
[pink]FK: And thank you.[/pink]
::It’s not long before the car pulls up to Tyler’s. They step out and Manson asks Freya to let the others know he’s going for a walk to get some fresh air. She asks if she can come along but he politely refuses and tells her he needs a bit of me time. She hugs goodnight and walks up to the house, as Manson walks off into the night. He looks up and sees an endless sea of stars cast across a black velvet sky. Tyler’s home is away from the main part of the city, the brightness of the stars are unaffected from the countless street, home, and traffic lights and shine brightly above. It’s also getting slightly chilly outside which forces Manson to place his hands inside his jacket pockets::
[red]JM: You know, I haven’t been able to get my thoughts off my chest the last day or so. And since it looks like I’m going to be Freya’s official babysitter my time will be cut even shorter to speak my mind.
Last week we did what we said we would. We decimated Trent Helms in the middle of the ring. We showed no mercy towards him despite his injuries. How he will make it to Picture Perfect is beyond me. And Lance Ryan just leaving him like that to face us both. I know Lance is going through some tough times at the moment, but he comes out talking about staying and fighting, living life to the full and whatever, and he doesn’t even appear to the one thing he loves doing. He’s either not as prepared to get back into action as he thinks he is, or it was a ploy to allow Trent to arrive next week in a worse condition than first expected. But the state of those three in the main event is of no concern to me. I’m only interested in the person who walks out holding that belt. True, my main priority isn’t being the World champ just yet, but I’ve gotta keep an eye on who is and plan my next move. What’s my main priority I hear you ask. Well, I’m just taking each match as they come to be honest. I haven’t set my sights on any goal in particular. Just to take down whoever is in front of me either, alone or with Social Distortion. And now the Hollands are the next ones to face The Maniac.[/red]
::He carries on walking across the dirt path near the main road, no cars in sight however::
[red]JM: Milo, what’s there to say really? Anything I could say now would only be about your past, and I’m sure we are all sick to death of hearing about it, I know I am. Like me you’ve recently made your return, albeit in a less memorable fashion. And like me you may be thinking the same things about each other being rusty. Do I think you’re ring rusty? Yeah I guess I do. You’ve been very quiet since you left, I haven’t heard anything about you in any indy circuits or other promotions. Have you even been keeping up on training? I hope so, because I want a challenge on Sunday. I don’t want it to be another beat down like it was with Trent. And I know you and Dave can be the people to give me that challenge. There’s no doubt in anybodies mind the talent and understanding you both have when you’re together in the ring, which is why I won’t be taking you both lightly in our match. I’ve been there before, on the receiving end of a Holland beat down, and I don’t intend to be on the end of another one. Instead Spike and me are going to perform a little beat down of our own.
Since I’ve been in this company I’ve watched as newcomers, and some veterans, cower at the sound of your surname. And for a time I was the same, I had heard about the legends that are the Hollands and hoped I would never have to cross their paths. If I just kept my head down and out of the way hopefully I’d never have to face off against you both. And yet when it happened and I was left lying in the ring, I couldn’t help but wonder why I never wanted to face you earlier. Yeah you both kicked the **** outta me, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and nor were you as good as I thought either. Your legacy is nothing to me. A lengthy tag team title reign that lasted only so long because there was no good competition around, and when some came in the form of the Smokin’ Aces, you two lost out. Shown to the world that the Hollands aren’t the dominant tag team force people were led to believe about them. Face it Milo, you’re old news. Nobody cares about the lesser Holland. Because that’s all you are isn’t it. The less talented one, the less attractive one (not that I swing that way mind you), the less successful, the less charismatic, the less wealthy, the less, the less, the less. No wonder you hang on the back of your brothers coat tails, lapping up any remains of success he manages to scavenge for himself, making it seems as though you too are important. Well your not Milo. You are nothing but a leech, a leech on your brother and a leech on this company. And I will love nothing more than squashing you in this match. [/red]
::A cars headlights appear down the road, soon catching up to Manson and speeding past him as he continues walking on. The wind picks up slightly and throws the brittle tree branches around above Jacks head::
[red]JM: However you aren’t the only one I plan to squash. I’m aiming to conquer nCw’s own gladiator, your brother, Dave Holland. No w I have very little history with you Dave, or Milo actually, but of the two it’s you that everyone talks about isn’t it. Dave Holland this, Dave Holland that. You can do no wrong. And you almost did do no wrong, until you failed to beat Lance for the World title. I honestly thought we would have a new champion Dave, that’s how much I thought you could do it. But you couldn’t. I don’t know whether that’s a compliment to Lance’s wrestling ability even though he’s kicking on fifty or whether you just aren’t as good as you’ve been made out to be. Either way it doesn’t matter. You’ll probably be too occupied with this whole stalker business to care fully about me and Spike. Now I don’t condone the actions of whoever it is that’s bothering you, however it’s giving us an advantage that we won’t miss. I’d like to think we deserve to be given your full attention Dave, after all you are still a worthy opponent, and it would make the victory taste so much sweeter. Once we’ve took out the former tag champions who knows what we’ll accomplish next. I think my partner said it best when he said we would be future Tag champions. And with Tyler being the general manager all we have to do is say the word and we’ll have our shot. [/red]
::Reaching the turn of the road he notices that he’s near the edge of a large hill. He didn’t notice that Tyler lived so far up from the city. Looking down he sees the city alive and breathing. Office building lights still on as workers give it everything they’ve got to reach that deadline. Apartment lights being turned on as workers finish for the day and meet their families at home. Manson looks on::
[red]JM: I know it doesn’t seem fair, but I’m sick of playing the nice guy around here. Joining Social Distortion was the way forward for me. With them by my side there’s nothing I can’t achieve. Now before I put an end to my ramblings there’s just a few more things need to be addressed. AJ Pheonix, who the hell are you anyway? You’ve been here five minutes and already you’re annoying the life outta me. You think your some kind of one man army, ready to take on each and every member from nCw’s different groups? Don’t make me laugh little man. You may have been successful in your other previous companies but you’ve met your match here in nCw. You think you can make the step up and become the World champion here? I don’t think so. XHF or wherever the hell you last came from was child’s play compared to this place. Hopefully Reckless Jack will put you in your place and shut you up. And from one douche to the next, Angel. Now you’re different, you’ve backed up most of your words and done well for yourself so far, despite the endless crying over you family troubles I enjoy watching what you’re made of. Xavier has his hands full with you on Sunday, however when the time comes for you face me, you’ll see why I’m the face of Ultra-violence. That goes for any of your cronies in Social Enemies too. Oh and stop crying about your family not loving you anymore, nobody cares.[/red]
::With that Manson turns and heads back to Tyler’s house as the scene fades to black::
::The scene opens up properly on the busy runway of the airport, shortly after the private jet escorting Social Distortion has landed. Once more Spike is carrying his own bags, whereas the rest of the group are letting the airport baggage handlers earn there measly five bucks an hour by carrying their luggage for them. Spike walks on ahead of the rest of the group, followed closely by Freya, who keeps looking behind her towards Manson’s direction. He can’t help but think that the memories of him, or rather Jack, kidnapping her and pulling a gun on her are still fresh in her mind. If he was in her position he would probably be a bit wary too. However Manson isn’t one for caring and brushes it off like yesterdays news, still though, the staring does make him feel slightly uncomfortable.
The group carries on through to the arrival lounge and it’s not long before Spike pulls Manson up, who once again has his iPod taking up most of his attention. Spike motions him aside and tells the others they’ll catch up in a second, Manson removes his headphones as the climax of Muse’s Knights of Cydonia kicks in::
[blue]SK: Dude, why are you listening to Hollands entrance music?[/blue]
[red]JM: What? Muse are kick ass, just because Holland is using it as his theme doesn’t mean I can’t stop listening to their stuff.[/red]
::Manson has a point and Spike simply shakes his head and dismisses the comment::
[blue]SK: Listen, since I’m going to meet Brad and Megan for lunch, I was wondering… [/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah…?[/red]
[blue]SK: It’s Freya.[/blue]
::The mention of her name causes Manson to let a groan like he knows exactly what’s coming next::
[blue]SK: Come on dude, I don’t wanna leave her with all the guys glaring at her in the pool. You’d be doing me a huge favour.[/blue]
[red]JM: What exactly are you wanting me to do? I ain’t a babysitter.[/red]
::Manson didn’t mean anything by it but Spike’s face shows he didn’t like that comment, obviously being over-protective of Freya since she isn’t in the right mental state, and can be child-like. Manson throws a look that tells Spike he didn‘t mean anything by what he said::
[blue]SK: Look, just take her out for a drink or something, keep her occupied, it’s only for a few hours.[/blue]
[red]JM: *Sigh* Fine, but just a few hours. You take too long and I’m leaving her with Tyler and the others.[/red]
[blue]SK: Thanks man, I owe you.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah damn right you do.[/red]
::Manson and Spike once again head on to catch up with the others. Spike reaches Freya and tells her about the plans, she seems upset she won’t get to swim in the pool but nods her head about the arrangement. Spike hugs her and walks on ahead. Manson walks closer and looks towards Freya, who gives him a seductive little wink before turning and walking on ahead. Manson frowns and plugs his earphones back in and resumes listening to his music.
Exiting the airport the group see a sleek black limo pull up alongside them, Xavier over exaggerating like all black men do when they approve of something. Tyler simply smiles smugly at his handy work as the driver steps out and opens the passenger door for them::
[green]TJ: We don’t do things by half here, come on get in everyone.[/green]
::Freya gets in first, followed by Tyler, then Rob and Maniac. Xavier is still excited as Manson walks past him::
[red]JM: Calm down Xavier, it’s like you’ve never been in a limo before.[/red]
::Spike simply laughs and pushes Xavier mockingly into the door opening before stepping in behind him. The driver loads the luggage into the boot of the car and then closes the boot lid and the passenger door before getting in himself and pulling away from the airport entrance::
[red]JM: So how big is your house Tyler?[/red]
[green]TJ: It’s big enough.[/green]
[red]JM: Sounds like you’re over-compensating for something there.[/red]
[green]TJ: You wanna sleep on the streets tonight Jack?[/green]
::Manson smiles, which soon breaks into a chuckle as the limo continues on it’s journey::
[blue]SK: Listen guys, Picture Perfect is a good time for us to shut some people up for good. I’m expecting a clean sweep next week, I want no **** ups. We all have a chance to lay waste to some of the jack asses currently occupying the roster. It’s time for a clear out I say.[/blue]
[green]TJ: Spike’s right. We should have these matches in the bag. Any failure to do so is your own damn fault. I want everyone focussed. Don’t rely on the others to come down and help you out, that kind of thinking makes you slack off and can cause mistakes.[/green]
[orange]RD: Don’t worry, you know the job will be done.[/orange]
[green]TJ: I’m not worried, just keep your eyes open, we have a lot of enemies wanting to screw us over, just keep your ring awareness on full okay everyone?[/green]
::There’s a small mumble of agreement from the group, Freya simply carries on looking out the tinted windows at the surrounding city::
[red]JM: How long till we get to yours Tyler?[/red]
[green]TJ: About forty minutes, best get yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride.[/green]
::Manson sighs softly as he adjusts his seating position into a slouch and closes his eyes. He turns the volum on his iPod up to max and feels the soft vibrations of the road run through the body of the limo::
[red]It bothers me that I have to basically baby sit Spikes crazy sister. Why the hell couldn’t he of gotten Rob or Tyler to look after her, hell even Xavier would have been a better choice than me. It’s not like I have time to be wasting either, I’ve got to prepare. Last time I was against the Hollands I was left for dead by my tag partner and received a beating I won’t ever forget. Will Spike do the same and throw me to the wolves? Doubtful, we truly do seem to be on the same page now. He can count on me being there at least. Whether he turns up or not I’ll still have a go at the Hollands because that’s the kind of person I am. I never back down from a challenge.
Suppose I better start thinking about where to take Freya out when we arrive at Tyler’s. Hopefully there’s a local bar round near there I can take her to. Then it’s just a case of sitting down, looking like I’m paying her attention, and waiting for Spike to come back.[/red]
::As Jack lies back fully engrossed in his music, Spike takes the time to talk to Tyler about Jack taking Freya out, and asks if there’s any bars or clubs around they can go to, almost as if Spike had read Jack’s mind. Tyler informs him of a small pub not too far from his and Spike reminds himself to let Jack know when they get to Tylers::
[red]Regardless, more pressing matters need attention, namely the Hollands on Sunday.[/red]
::The limo pulls up at Jacobs’ house. A large expensive house greets the guests, Freya giggles gleefully at the sight of it as the driver starts to take out the luggage from the boot. Spike takes his own as always and Tyler motions for them all to follow him. Spike whispers something to Freya and then walks over to Manson::
[blue]SK: Okay, Tyler tells me there’s a nice club a few miles down the road, says there’s no trouble and you won’t be disturbed too much. Take Freya there and keep her out of trouble.[/blue]
[red]JM: Yeah, yeah I know. And you don‘t expect me to walk there do you?![/red]
[blue]SK: You could walk it no problem, Freya on the other hand, no probably not. Which is why Tyler is letting you go there in the limo.[/blue]
[red]JM: Okay, well at lease let me take my stuff up to my room first.[/red]
[blue]SK: Fine, but be quick about it.[/blue]
::The group each go to their respective rooms, Manson can overhear Spike and Diamond slugging it on the gaming console downstairs::
[red]I thought that jackas had to go for lunch?![/red]
::Dropping his bags he goes back down stairs and sees Xavier leaving through the front door. Wondering what’s up Manson heads out the door and catches up with him::
[orange]XW: Sup brotha..[/orange]
[red]JM: Not much man. You left pretty quickly, I though me and you were gonna show Diamond and Maniac a thing about killing bitches…[/red]
::As soon as the last part of that sentences leaves his mouth Manson wonders why the hell he said it::
[orange]XW: Yeah... I just wanted to step out for a second and collect my thoughts for a second…[/orange]
::Manson and Xavier continue their little chat before Xavier heads of Manson jogs back to the house, just as Spike comes through the door. He shouts back inside the house::
[blue]SK: HEY FREYA, COME OVER HERE.[/blue]
::Freya looks around and sees Spike motioning her over, she giddily hops along towards them. Manson simply rolls his eyes and wonders why he didn’t just tell Spike where to go earlier::
[blue]SK: You and Jack are going on a trip, just for a few drinks remember.[/blue]
[pink]FK: But I wanna go in the pool![/pink]
[blue]SK: We’ve been through this already, it’s late now anyway, you can spend all day in the pool tomorrow.[/blue]
::Spike then gives his sister a small hug and walks off, leaving them both looking on::
[pink]FK: Okay, let’s go.[/pink]
::Freya jumps in the limo and Manson hesitantly gets in after her. The driver shuts the door and soon they are off on their journey. For the first mile they simply sit in silence. Freya almost seems to have a grown up aura around her which Manson notices fairly quickly. However she is still the woman he unwittingly pulled a gun on and barely missed her with the single bullet that was shot::
[pink]FK: You know, I haven’t forgotten about what happened between us.[/pink]
::And there it is. The one sentence Jack was hoping, praying, wouldn’t come up. Sods law he thinks to himself as he clears his throat::
[red]JM: Do we really need to bring that back up? What happened in the past wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t myself back then, I had no choice. Once I heard what Spike had done I was filled with rage and someone else just took over.[/red]
[pink]FK: Don’t worry. I know all about the other side to you, I met him first hand remember. What I wanted to say was… I’ve been apart of a lot worse, if you’re still blaming yourself over what happened, then don’t. It’s done with now.[/pink]
::Manson nods in agreement. He hadn’t ever blamed himself over what happened but decided to just drop the subject completely. Freya nonchalantly rests her hand on top of Manson‘s, who looks down to see what she‘s doing::
[pink]FK: So where’s this club then?[/pink]
[red]JM: Er… Should be there pretty soon. What are you doing exactly?[/red]
[pink]FK: Come on, I’ve seen the way you look at me Jack. I know the burning you feel for me. I’m just giving you what you want.[/pink]
[red]JM: Look Freya, I think you may have misread the situation. I don’t feel that way about you, I’m sorry.[/red]
::Freya grips his hand tightly::
[pink]FK: Come on Jack, don’t kid yourself. The signs are all there. You want it… I want it… Where’s the problem?[/pink]
[red]JM: Seriously, I’m not interested. I’m only here as a favour to Spike.[/red]
::Freya seems kind of hurt at the comment and releases his hand from hers. Noticing her dejected face Manson suddenly feels like a twat::
[red]God dammit, why can’t I have no morals or feelings towards women like Awesome or Ace?[/red]
[red]FK: Freya I’m sorry. You’re a great woman, really, I’m just not looking for anything right now.[/red]
[red]Christ, I’m giving her the talk I normally give my one night stand conquests. That’s rich, I look like a dickhead and I didn’t even get laid for it.[/red]
[pink]FK: Save it Jack, I know we’ll be together one day, you just need to realise it yourself first.[/pink]
::The limo door suddenly opens, it appears they arrived at the club without either of them noticing. They both step out the limo and Manson shuts the door behind him. They walk towards the club doors and the bouncer appears to have been notified of their arrival and lets them enter with no fuss. Freya links Manson’s arm and smiles as he just sighs and walks on through the doors::
[pink]FK: So, are you prepared for the Hollands this Sunday?[/pink]
[red]JM: Not quite. There’s a lot of work needed to be done before then. The Hollands are a great tag team whether they’ve fought together recently or not. Spike is a fool to underestimate them. I know Dave’s mind isn’t on this match, and Milo hasn’t wrestled in a while, not that I know of anyway. Either way they are still dangerous.[/red]
[pink]FK: Don’t worry, Spike knows what he’s doing.[/pink]
[red]JM: He better be.[/red]
::The hours soon pass and Manson finds himself actually enjoying Freya’s company. Not in a “I fancy you, let me take up that offer you gave me earlier” kinda way. Despite being slightly unstable she holds a conversation quite well when she wants to. Before long the two of them are heading off out the club, Freya looking a bit tipsy. The limo is there waiting for them and soon they are heading off back to Tyler’s::
[pink]FK: It’s been a long time since I’ve had a laugh like that.[/pink]
[red]JM: Me too actually, so thanks.[/red]
[pink]FK: And thank you.[/pink]
::It’s not long before the car pulls up to Tyler’s. They step out and Manson asks Freya to let the others know he’s going for a walk to get some fresh air. She asks if she can come along but he politely refuses and tells her he needs a bit of me time. She hugs goodnight and walks up to the house, as Manson walks off into the night. He looks up and sees an endless sea of stars cast across a black velvet sky. Tyler’s home is away from the main part of the city, the brightness of the stars are unaffected from the countless street, home, and traffic lights and shine brightly above. It’s also getting slightly chilly outside which forces Manson to place his hands inside his jacket pockets::
[red]JM: You know, I haven’t been able to get my thoughts off my chest the last day or so. And since it looks like I’m going to be Freya’s official babysitter my time will be cut even shorter to speak my mind.
Last week we did what we said we would. We decimated Trent Helms in the middle of the ring. We showed no mercy towards him despite his injuries. How he will make it to Picture Perfect is beyond me. And Lance Ryan just leaving him like that to face us both. I know Lance is going through some tough times at the moment, but he comes out talking about staying and fighting, living life to the full and whatever, and he doesn’t even appear to the one thing he loves doing. He’s either not as prepared to get back into action as he thinks he is, or it was a ploy to allow Trent to arrive next week in a worse condition than first expected. But the state of those three in the main event is of no concern to me. I’m only interested in the person who walks out holding that belt. True, my main priority isn’t being the World champ just yet, but I’ve gotta keep an eye on who is and plan my next move. What’s my main priority I hear you ask. Well, I’m just taking each match as they come to be honest. I haven’t set my sights on any goal in particular. Just to take down whoever is in front of me either, alone or with Social Distortion. And now the Hollands are the next ones to face The Maniac.[/red]
::He carries on walking across the dirt path near the main road, no cars in sight however::
[red]JM: Milo, what’s there to say really? Anything I could say now would only be about your past, and I’m sure we are all sick to death of hearing about it, I know I am. Like me you’ve recently made your return, albeit in a less memorable fashion. And like me you may be thinking the same things about each other being rusty. Do I think you’re ring rusty? Yeah I guess I do. You’ve been very quiet since you left, I haven’t heard anything about you in any indy circuits or other promotions. Have you even been keeping up on training? I hope so, because I want a challenge on Sunday. I don’t want it to be another beat down like it was with Trent. And I know you and Dave can be the people to give me that challenge. There’s no doubt in anybodies mind the talent and understanding you both have when you’re together in the ring, which is why I won’t be taking you both lightly in our match. I’ve been there before, on the receiving end of a Holland beat down, and I don’t intend to be on the end of another one. Instead Spike and me are going to perform a little beat down of our own.
Since I’ve been in this company I’ve watched as newcomers, and some veterans, cower at the sound of your surname. And for a time I was the same, I had heard about the legends that are the Hollands and hoped I would never have to cross their paths. If I just kept my head down and out of the way hopefully I’d never have to face off against you both. And yet when it happened and I was left lying in the ring, I couldn’t help but wonder why I never wanted to face you earlier. Yeah you both kicked the **** outta me, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and nor were you as good as I thought either. Your legacy is nothing to me. A lengthy tag team title reign that lasted only so long because there was no good competition around, and when some came in the form of the Smokin’ Aces, you two lost out. Shown to the world that the Hollands aren’t the dominant tag team force people were led to believe about them. Face it Milo, you’re old news. Nobody cares about the lesser Holland. Because that’s all you are isn’t it. The less talented one, the less attractive one (not that I swing that way mind you), the less successful, the less charismatic, the less wealthy, the less, the less, the less. No wonder you hang on the back of your brothers coat tails, lapping up any remains of success he manages to scavenge for himself, making it seems as though you too are important. Well your not Milo. You are nothing but a leech, a leech on your brother and a leech on this company. And I will love nothing more than squashing you in this match. [/red]
::A cars headlights appear down the road, soon catching up to Manson and speeding past him as he continues walking on. The wind picks up slightly and throws the brittle tree branches around above Jacks head::
[red]JM: However you aren’t the only one I plan to squash. I’m aiming to conquer nCw’s own gladiator, your brother, Dave Holland. No w I have very little history with you Dave, or Milo actually, but of the two it’s you that everyone talks about isn’t it. Dave Holland this, Dave Holland that. You can do no wrong. And you almost did do no wrong, until you failed to beat Lance for the World title. I honestly thought we would have a new champion Dave, that’s how much I thought you could do it. But you couldn’t. I don’t know whether that’s a compliment to Lance’s wrestling ability even though he’s kicking on fifty or whether you just aren’t as good as you’ve been made out to be. Either way it doesn’t matter. You’ll probably be too occupied with this whole stalker business to care fully about me and Spike. Now I don’t condone the actions of whoever it is that’s bothering you, however it’s giving us an advantage that we won’t miss. I’d like to think we deserve to be given your full attention Dave, after all you are still a worthy opponent, and it would make the victory taste so much sweeter. Once we’ve took out the former tag champions who knows what we’ll accomplish next. I think my partner said it best when he said we would be future Tag champions. And with Tyler being the general manager all we have to do is say the word and we’ll have our shot. [/red]
::Reaching the turn of the road he notices that he’s near the edge of a large hill. He didn’t notice that Tyler lived so far up from the city. Looking down he sees the city alive and breathing. Office building lights still on as workers give it everything they’ve got to reach that deadline. Apartment lights being turned on as workers finish for the day and meet their families at home. Manson looks on::
[red]JM: I know it doesn’t seem fair, but I’m sick of playing the nice guy around here. Joining Social Distortion was the way forward for me. With them by my side there’s nothing I can’t achieve. Now before I put an end to my ramblings there’s just a few more things need to be addressed. AJ Pheonix, who the hell are you anyway? You’ve been here five minutes and already you’re annoying the life outta me. You think your some kind of one man army, ready to take on each and every member from nCw’s different groups? Don’t make me laugh little man. You may have been successful in your other previous companies but you’ve met your match here in nCw. You think you can make the step up and become the World champion here? I don’t think so. XHF or wherever the hell you last came from was child’s play compared to this place. Hopefully Reckless Jack will put you in your place and shut you up. And from one douche to the next, Angel. Now you’re different, you’ve backed up most of your words and done well for yourself so far, despite the endless crying over you family troubles I enjoy watching what you’re made of. Xavier has his hands full with you on Sunday, however when the time comes for you face me, you’ll see why I’m the face of Ultra-violence. That goes for any of your cronies in Social Enemies too. Oh and stop crying about your family not loving you anymore, nobody cares.[/red]
::With that Manson turns and heads back to Tyler’s house as the scene fades to black::