Post by Jack Manson on Aug 9, 2007 16:44:55 GMT -6
Thursday 9th August 2007
::Jack Manson is sat in his living room. A creamy white paint adorns the walls of the large, spacious living area. The walls are covered with works of art from the masters like Michaelangelo, Da Vinchi, Dali. Collecting art is one of his favourite past times. He is wearing grey sweat pants and white socks, but has no top on. He is sat on his chocolate real leather recliner with his state of the art laptop on his lap. He sits with his elbow resting on the arm, his chin resting on his upturned palm.
He sits contemplating what he has just seen. His manager Tony struts in from the kitchen holding two bottles of Budweiser. He places it down on the small glass table next to Manson's chair. Jack's eyes don't follow the bottle moving across his field of vision. Tony pulls up a chair and sits next to Jack.
T: Drink up son, it'll help calm you down.
JM: I am calm. And alcohol wouldn't be the answer.
T: You've been in this mood for the last two days now. What's wrong with you?
JM: Nothings wrong. I'm just thinking about my opponent.
T: That Jenkins guy? What for?
JM: Just what he's been saying to the camera's. Going on like he's going to be the saviour of the nCw. Like he's going to walk in that ring a nobody and leave a champion. And offending my heritage. How dare he.
T: Ah forget him, he's a nobody, a scum bag. He served time in the big house. Total scum if you ask me.
JM: You're right, he is a nobody. I'm gonna sort this out right now.
::Manson places the laptop onto the floor and quickly gets dressed. Tony looks on and just smiles and shakes his head as Manson gets dressed and rushes off out the house. The door slams shut behind him as he walks down the drive of his house and drives off in his car.
T: Damn kids these days are always in a rush to be somewhere.
::He gets up and sits in Mansons recliner, before pulling out a cigar and getting himself comfy. He sighs a big feeling of relaxation and slumps back.
::Jack's got his mobile phone to his ear, an illegal move. If he's caught by the cops he will be punished.
JM: Come on answer dammit
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CL: Hello?
JM: Hey, is that you Chad?
CL: Urgh... Yeah. Um who is this?
JM: Jack Manson, look just meet me at Rosie's cafe. You know it?
CL: Yeah but what do you want with me?
JM: An interview, whadidya think I wanted? A date? You jackass, just be there in ten minutes.
::Manson hangs up and speeds off down the road.
::Elsewhere Chad Light has grabbed his mic and trusty cameraman and they've jumped in their van and are headed to the meeting place.
Jack: Whats the rush bub?
JM: I'm a little pissed off Jack. I need to go and address the nation. I've kept everyone waiting long enough. It's time to set shut the mouth of my opponent.
Jack: And how are you going to do that? Your match isn't till Sunday.
JM: I'm just going to have a little interview with Chad Light. Jenkins seemed to know alot about me, but I haven't been broadcasting myself over the air and talking crap.
Jack: Fine, if you think its needed. Let's do it.
JM: Oh it's needed alright.
::Chad and his camera crew are stood outside Rosie's Cafe. Chad stands in front of the camera as it gains focus on him. He raises the mic to his lips.
CL: This is Chad Light, reporting for nCw. Today we are going to be graced with the presence of new nCw superstar: 'Maniac' Jack Manson. Not much is known about him, or what his intentions are. So far he has been pretty quiet regarding his goals and intentions for the nCw. All fans know is that he signed a contract a few days ago, and this week he is in a match against another new superstar, Matt Jenkins. Who has been quite vocal as of late. And it looks like Manson is here.
::Jack walks up to Chad with a look that could freeze a lion in it's tracks. He stands in front of Chad, and looks at his shoes, then back up to his face. Chad gulps and the sudden tension in the air could be cut with a knife.
CL: Er... Jack Manson?
JM: Chad
CL: Are you ready for the interview?
JM: That's why i'm here.
:: Chad turns back to the camera.
Okay ladies and gentlemen. This is a live broadcast going straight to our streaming website. Okay Jack first question.
Why are you here in the nCw?
JM: I've been out this business for a few months now, I took a real hard injury during my time with my past federation, and was ready to call it a day. But it left an empty space in my heart. I missed the game, the fights, the fans, the money, the gold, the joy... And the pain. Without this my life was nothing. I had to get back in the game. So I made a few calls here and there, found out about a new company opening it's doors, and I got in touch with the head honcho here and soon after I had signed on the dotted line. I'm here because I can't be anywhere else.
CL: Why have you waited till now to speak to the nCw world?
JM: I haven't had anything to say until now. My business is my own, and nobody elses. Not your's, the fans, or anybody else. But my opponent...
CL: Ah yes, the 'Lethal Injection' Matt Jenkins. So was it his interviews that caused you to share your feelings?
JM: Chad, please don't interrupt me again... Ever. Ya got that?
CL: Sure, sorry. But was I correct?
JM: Yes, you were. My opponents verbal diarrhea in his last two interviews were laughable. Talking about me like he knows me. Like he knows my past achievements? Pfft, I hate people who talk **** about me like they've watched my career from day one. What point is this guy trying to make by offending my homeland? The mighty city of Sunderland? Calling the Mackem people scum, when he has served time in jail? His hypocrisy only shows his stupidity. Matt Jenkins is a nobody. A one time obstacle who won't make the first hurdle. He will be just another victim to the new face of ultra-violence. He can talk smack about me an my homeland all he wants.
CL: I see. So what are your predictions for your match?
JM: My predictions? I don't know the future Chad. All I know is that on Sunday, two men will be stood in that ring giving it their all to advance in the tournament. I am in the peek of my physical and mental condition. I don't intend to lose to a nobody like Jenkins.
CL: Speaking of the tournament. Rumour has it the head guys are thinking of changing the whole thing and having the people who have already progressed in a big elimination match. How do you feel?
JM: To be honest Chad if it happens it happens. It'll delay my goal to be champion, but only for a short time. Sooner or later I will be the champ. Whether it's by winning this tournament, or by beating the winner of the so called elimination match.
CL: Well that's all we have time for now folks, this has been Chad Light with Jack Manson for the nCw.
:: With that Manson says his goodbyes and gets back into his car before speeding back off, leaving Chad to pack up with his cameraman.
Jack: You certainly showed him.
JM: I sense a sarcastic tone in your voice. Don't worry, I don't intend to make this public speaking thing a main stay of my career. I just needed to speak my mind and show myself to the nCw world. Now i'll let my actions speak when I get in the ring.
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::Jack Manson is sat in his living room. A creamy white paint adorns the walls of the large, spacious living area. The walls are covered with works of art from the masters like Michaelangelo, Da Vinchi, Dali. Collecting art is one of his favourite past times. He is wearing grey sweat pants and white socks, but has no top on. He is sat on his chocolate real leather recliner with his state of the art laptop on his lap. He sits with his elbow resting on the arm, his chin resting on his upturned palm.
He sits contemplating what he has just seen. His manager Tony struts in from the kitchen holding two bottles of Budweiser. He places it down on the small glass table next to Manson's chair. Jack's eyes don't follow the bottle moving across his field of vision. Tony pulls up a chair and sits next to Jack.
T: Drink up son, it'll help calm you down.
JM: I am calm. And alcohol wouldn't be the answer.
T: You've been in this mood for the last two days now. What's wrong with you?
JM: Nothings wrong. I'm just thinking about my opponent.
T: That Jenkins guy? What for?
JM: Just what he's been saying to the camera's. Going on like he's going to be the saviour of the nCw. Like he's going to walk in that ring a nobody and leave a champion. And offending my heritage. How dare he.
T: Ah forget him, he's a nobody, a scum bag. He served time in the big house. Total scum if you ask me.
JM: You're right, he is a nobody. I'm gonna sort this out right now.
::Manson places the laptop onto the floor and quickly gets dressed. Tony looks on and just smiles and shakes his head as Manson gets dressed and rushes off out the house. The door slams shut behind him as he walks down the drive of his house and drives off in his car.
T: Damn kids these days are always in a rush to be somewhere.
::He gets up and sits in Mansons recliner, before pulling out a cigar and getting himself comfy. He sighs a big feeling of relaxation and slumps back.
::Jack's got his mobile phone to his ear, an illegal move. If he's caught by the cops he will be punished.
JM: Come on answer dammit
...
...
...
CL: Hello?
JM: Hey, is that you Chad?
CL: Urgh... Yeah. Um who is this?
JM: Jack Manson, look just meet me at Rosie's cafe. You know it?
CL: Yeah but what do you want with me?
JM: An interview, whadidya think I wanted? A date? You jackass, just be there in ten minutes.
::Manson hangs up and speeds off down the road.
::Elsewhere Chad Light has grabbed his mic and trusty cameraman and they've jumped in their van and are headed to the meeting place.
Jack: Whats the rush bub?
JM: I'm a little pissed off Jack. I need to go and address the nation. I've kept everyone waiting long enough. It's time to set shut the mouth of my opponent.
Jack: And how are you going to do that? Your match isn't till Sunday.
JM: I'm just going to have a little interview with Chad Light. Jenkins seemed to know alot about me, but I haven't been broadcasting myself over the air and talking crap.
Jack: Fine, if you think its needed. Let's do it.
JM: Oh it's needed alright.
::Chad and his camera crew are stood outside Rosie's Cafe. Chad stands in front of the camera as it gains focus on him. He raises the mic to his lips.
CL: This is Chad Light, reporting for nCw. Today we are going to be graced with the presence of new nCw superstar: 'Maniac' Jack Manson. Not much is known about him, or what his intentions are. So far he has been pretty quiet regarding his goals and intentions for the nCw. All fans know is that he signed a contract a few days ago, and this week he is in a match against another new superstar, Matt Jenkins. Who has been quite vocal as of late. And it looks like Manson is here.
::Jack walks up to Chad with a look that could freeze a lion in it's tracks. He stands in front of Chad, and looks at his shoes, then back up to his face. Chad gulps and the sudden tension in the air could be cut with a knife.
CL: Er... Jack Manson?
JM: Chad
CL: Are you ready for the interview?
JM: That's why i'm here.
:: Chad turns back to the camera.
Okay ladies and gentlemen. This is a live broadcast going straight to our streaming website. Okay Jack first question.
Why are you here in the nCw?
JM: I've been out this business for a few months now, I took a real hard injury during my time with my past federation, and was ready to call it a day. But it left an empty space in my heart. I missed the game, the fights, the fans, the money, the gold, the joy... And the pain. Without this my life was nothing. I had to get back in the game. So I made a few calls here and there, found out about a new company opening it's doors, and I got in touch with the head honcho here and soon after I had signed on the dotted line. I'm here because I can't be anywhere else.
CL: Why have you waited till now to speak to the nCw world?
JM: I haven't had anything to say until now. My business is my own, and nobody elses. Not your's, the fans, or anybody else. But my opponent...
CL: Ah yes, the 'Lethal Injection' Matt Jenkins. So was it his interviews that caused you to share your feelings?
JM: Chad, please don't interrupt me again... Ever. Ya got that?
CL: Sure, sorry. But was I correct?
JM: Yes, you were. My opponents verbal diarrhea in his last two interviews were laughable. Talking about me like he knows me. Like he knows my past achievements? Pfft, I hate people who talk **** about me like they've watched my career from day one. What point is this guy trying to make by offending my homeland? The mighty city of Sunderland? Calling the Mackem people scum, when he has served time in jail? His hypocrisy only shows his stupidity. Matt Jenkins is a nobody. A one time obstacle who won't make the first hurdle. He will be just another victim to the new face of ultra-violence. He can talk smack about me an my homeland all he wants.
CL: I see. So what are your predictions for your match?
JM: My predictions? I don't know the future Chad. All I know is that on Sunday, two men will be stood in that ring giving it their all to advance in the tournament. I am in the peek of my physical and mental condition. I don't intend to lose to a nobody like Jenkins.
CL: Speaking of the tournament. Rumour has it the head guys are thinking of changing the whole thing and having the people who have already progressed in a big elimination match. How do you feel?
JM: To be honest Chad if it happens it happens. It'll delay my goal to be champion, but only for a short time. Sooner or later I will be the champ. Whether it's by winning this tournament, or by beating the winner of the so called elimination match.
CL: Well that's all we have time for now folks, this has been Chad Light with Jack Manson for the nCw.
:: With that Manson says his goodbyes and gets back into his car before speeding back off, leaving Chad to pack up with his cameraman.
Jack: You certainly showed him.
JM: I sense a sarcastic tone in your voice. Don't worry, I don't intend to make this public speaking thing a main stay of my career. I just needed to speak my mind and show myself to the nCw world. Now i'll let my actions speak when I get in the ring.
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