Post by Jack Manson on Aug 6, 2007 16:01:07 GMT -6
Monday 6th August 2007
::A few days ago Jack Manson flew over to Dallas, Texas and signed a 3 year contract with nCw. A new beginning for him following his dismissal from AWA, but that's a story for another day.
Last night he sat in the American Airlines Center and watched the debut televised show of nCw Collision. He watched with an inquisitive eye. He was on a scouting mission, to view future opponents he would most likely meet face to face sooner of later. Some he took notice of, others he dismissed as weak and talentless.
He smiled to himself as the show went off the air, the events that had unfurled that night sent the wheels in his mind turning. He would truely be staying here for a while, there wasn't anyone he seen that would cause him too much trouble whilst on the road to gold tournament. Is he being egotistical? no. Confident? perhaps. He has never been one to take people for granted. And it won't happen anytime soon either. He knows this business despite his relative young age. People who make promises they can't keep are destined to finish up at the bottom. But people who get their heads down and truely work for the cause are the ones who finish first.
Manson is sat in his hotel room, talking on his mobile phone to his manager Tony.
T: So what do you reckon?
JM: It was alright. Sat back and enjoyed the show
T: Now you know you weren't there to just sit back and enjoy the show. I told you to go out there and watch for possible spanners.
JM: Spanners? What're you talkin about?
T: You know, that old saying when things aren't going as planned. A spanner in the works.
JM: Ah yeah I get ya now. I was keeping an eye out, and there were one or two that caught my attention. But nothing I can't handle when the time comes.
T: That's good news. Although I think I should watch the repeat of the show and give you my opinion of the other guys here.
JM: Suit yourself. But i'm telling you, theres nothing I can't handle from what i've seen.
T: That's your first mistake Jack. Don't underestimate anybody. Just remember that Goliath had a hard time against a little guy who tried hard.
JM: Yeah I guess your right, maybe i'm just itching to step into that ring and get my first win over and done with.
T: I know that feeling well, but don't forget that we have alot of preparing to do. We have a long time to go before your match next week. All you need to concentrate on is getting in a physical and mental state of perfection. I'm gonna get your mind so sharp you could slice it up with just a look, and your body is gonna make Zeus jealous.
JM: Yeah yeah I know. I'm on it. Speaking of, have you found any good gyms for us to get started in? You can only do so much in a hotel room.
T: Haha I hear ya, last nite ol' Tony picked up this lil cutie from a local bar, took her back to my hotel room last night, man tou shudda seen the ti...
JM: TONY! Is that anyway to prepare me for my workout?
T: Hey it certainly helped me out with my workout if you know what I mean haha.
JM: Tony, everyone knows what you mean. Now have you found anywhere for training?
T: Yeah I made a few calls here and there. Found a quiet little gym close to hear. Management said they got some local lads there excited to spar with you. Reckon they're gonna put you through your paces.
JM: Well why don't we go down there later today and see what we can do.
T: Sounds like a plan. Aight i'll call you later and we'll meet up outside my hotel room. In the meantime go for a run or something, get yourself warmed up. Later
JM: Will do, bye
:: He closes his mobile and throws it onto the bed. He walks over to the bathroom and looks into the mirror. He scans his face and becomes fixated on his eyes. Manson has always had bright blue eyes, something he was quite proud of in a slightly vain way. However he didn't feel like they were his eyes anymore, of course they obviously were his on a physical plane, but he felt like he was always looking through someone elses eyes now. Ever since the voice in his head made itself heard.
JM: ... They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
:: He leaned on the sink and starred deeper into the blue eyes staring back at him from the mirror.
JM: Who are you?
Jack: Snap out of it kid, no use looking for answers. I already told you why i'm here.
:: The familiar voice in his head startled him and made him rubs his eyes and regain his focus.
JM: What do you want?
Jack: Ah come on whats with the sudden hostility?
:: Manson realises he was being hostile for no reason, and almost felt bad for snapping at the voice in his head, however crazy that sounds.
JM: ... Sorry. Just having a hard time getting to grips with you in my head.
Jack: What, you think I like being in here? Dream on son.
JM: What do you mean?! What exactly are you? You're talking like you're some sort of seperate entity thats trapped inside me.
Jack: In many ways I am. But I don't even know what this is. I have two idea's as to what I could be.
JM: Oh yeah? And what are they?
Jack: Well the first is that I am some sort of sub-conscious thought or idea that you conjured up when you suffered that head injury and lay in a coma for 4 weeks. Maybe you have some issues that you can't keep hidden forever and created me to try and help you cope with whatever it is.
JM: Sounds abit far reached. What's your other guess?
Jack: My other thought is that you're a complete and utter nutjob. A loony, a crazy person. Someone who should be locked up in a mental home and needs constant medica...
JM: Alright I get the picture. Maybe I am crazy. But crazy or not, you being here has helped me improve ten fold in all of the things i've tried my hand at. It's like a super power.
Jack: This isn't that TV show Heroes. This is real life kid. I'm no super power. I personally thing you're crazy.
JM: Thanks, good to know you have confidence in me.
Jack: Well whatever you are, i'm here and it looks like i'm here to stay until you face whatever demons you have hidden inside you or you go public about me and seek medical help.
JM: I think seeking medical help is out the question. Soon as I tell them about you i'll be thrown in a padded cell and locked away for good. No, medical help is out of the question.
Jack: You better find those demons and banish them if you want rid of me then.
JM: Yeah, I guess so. I don't have time for that yet. We've got some preparing to do remember.
Jack: Ah yes, our match. Your debut in the nCw. Against who?
JM: Matt "Lethal Injection" Jenkins.
Jack: Well he sounds charming.
JM: Tell me about it.
Jack: What do you know about him?
JM: Well he has a shaved head, tattoo's all over his body and... I guess that's it. He's also going to be a new debutant this Sunday at Collision. He hasn't shown his face anywhere yet. Maybe he saw the first show and got scared off from the other's.
Jack: Guess you can do nothing except get yourself ready and show the world what you are capable of.
JM: I know, i've been through this with Tony already.
Jack: That bums still hanging about is he?
JM: Yeah, and give him a break. He's done alot for us recently, and he is a good trainer.
Jack: You keep saying that. But what exactly has he done for us?
JM: I don't actually have the time for this now. We've got training to do.
Jack: Fine, we'll pick this up later.
:: With that said, Manson walks back to the main room and opens the wardrobe. He picks out a black nike vest and grabs his black shorts from the drawer. He gets dressed and is soon outside. He squints his eyes as the sun hits his eyes hard. He stretches and loosens his muscles up before slowly setting off on a steady jog.
::A few days ago Jack Manson flew over to Dallas, Texas and signed a 3 year contract with nCw. A new beginning for him following his dismissal from AWA, but that's a story for another day.
Last night he sat in the American Airlines Center and watched the debut televised show of nCw Collision. He watched with an inquisitive eye. He was on a scouting mission, to view future opponents he would most likely meet face to face sooner of later. Some he took notice of, others he dismissed as weak and talentless.
He smiled to himself as the show went off the air, the events that had unfurled that night sent the wheels in his mind turning. He would truely be staying here for a while, there wasn't anyone he seen that would cause him too much trouble whilst on the road to gold tournament. Is he being egotistical? no. Confident? perhaps. He has never been one to take people for granted. And it won't happen anytime soon either. He knows this business despite his relative young age. People who make promises they can't keep are destined to finish up at the bottom. But people who get their heads down and truely work for the cause are the ones who finish first.
Manson is sat in his hotel room, talking on his mobile phone to his manager Tony.
T: So what do you reckon?
JM: It was alright. Sat back and enjoyed the show
T: Now you know you weren't there to just sit back and enjoy the show. I told you to go out there and watch for possible spanners.
JM: Spanners? What're you talkin about?
T: You know, that old saying when things aren't going as planned. A spanner in the works.
JM: Ah yeah I get ya now. I was keeping an eye out, and there were one or two that caught my attention. But nothing I can't handle when the time comes.
T: That's good news. Although I think I should watch the repeat of the show and give you my opinion of the other guys here.
JM: Suit yourself. But i'm telling you, theres nothing I can't handle from what i've seen.
T: That's your first mistake Jack. Don't underestimate anybody. Just remember that Goliath had a hard time against a little guy who tried hard.
JM: Yeah I guess your right, maybe i'm just itching to step into that ring and get my first win over and done with.
T: I know that feeling well, but don't forget that we have alot of preparing to do. We have a long time to go before your match next week. All you need to concentrate on is getting in a physical and mental state of perfection. I'm gonna get your mind so sharp you could slice it up with just a look, and your body is gonna make Zeus jealous.
JM: Yeah yeah I know. I'm on it. Speaking of, have you found any good gyms for us to get started in? You can only do so much in a hotel room.
T: Haha I hear ya, last nite ol' Tony picked up this lil cutie from a local bar, took her back to my hotel room last night, man tou shudda seen the ti...
JM: TONY! Is that anyway to prepare me for my workout?
T: Hey it certainly helped me out with my workout if you know what I mean haha.
JM: Tony, everyone knows what you mean. Now have you found anywhere for training?
T: Yeah I made a few calls here and there. Found a quiet little gym close to hear. Management said they got some local lads there excited to spar with you. Reckon they're gonna put you through your paces.
JM: Well why don't we go down there later today and see what we can do.
T: Sounds like a plan. Aight i'll call you later and we'll meet up outside my hotel room. In the meantime go for a run or something, get yourself warmed up. Later
JM: Will do, bye
:: He closes his mobile and throws it onto the bed. He walks over to the bathroom and looks into the mirror. He scans his face and becomes fixated on his eyes. Manson has always had bright blue eyes, something he was quite proud of in a slightly vain way. However he didn't feel like they were his eyes anymore, of course they obviously were his on a physical plane, but he felt like he was always looking through someone elses eyes now. Ever since the voice in his head made itself heard.
JM: ... They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
:: He leaned on the sink and starred deeper into the blue eyes staring back at him from the mirror.
JM: Who are you?
Jack: Snap out of it kid, no use looking for answers. I already told you why i'm here.
:: The familiar voice in his head startled him and made him rubs his eyes and regain his focus.
JM: What do you want?
Jack: Ah come on whats with the sudden hostility?
:: Manson realises he was being hostile for no reason, and almost felt bad for snapping at the voice in his head, however crazy that sounds.
JM: ... Sorry. Just having a hard time getting to grips with you in my head.
Jack: What, you think I like being in here? Dream on son.
JM: What do you mean?! What exactly are you? You're talking like you're some sort of seperate entity thats trapped inside me.
Jack: In many ways I am. But I don't even know what this is. I have two idea's as to what I could be.
JM: Oh yeah? And what are they?
Jack: Well the first is that I am some sort of sub-conscious thought or idea that you conjured up when you suffered that head injury and lay in a coma for 4 weeks. Maybe you have some issues that you can't keep hidden forever and created me to try and help you cope with whatever it is.
JM: Sounds abit far reached. What's your other guess?
Jack: My other thought is that you're a complete and utter nutjob. A loony, a crazy person. Someone who should be locked up in a mental home and needs constant medica...
JM: Alright I get the picture. Maybe I am crazy. But crazy or not, you being here has helped me improve ten fold in all of the things i've tried my hand at. It's like a super power.
Jack: This isn't that TV show Heroes. This is real life kid. I'm no super power. I personally thing you're crazy.
JM: Thanks, good to know you have confidence in me.
Jack: Well whatever you are, i'm here and it looks like i'm here to stay until you face whatever demons you have hidden inside you or you go public about me and seek medical help.
JM: I think seeking medical help is out the question. Soon as I tell them about you i'll be thrown in a padded cell and locked away for good. No, medical help is out of the question.
Jack: You better find those demons and banish them if you want rid of me then.
JM: Yeah, I guess so. I don't have time for that yet. We've got some preparing to do remember.
Jack: Ah yes, our match. Your debut in the nCw. Against who?
JM: Matt "Lethal Injection" Jenkins.
Jack: Well he sounds charming.
JM: Tell me about it.
Jack: What do you know about him?
JM: Well he has a shaved head, tattoo's all over his body and... I guess that's it. He's also going to be a new debutant this Sunday at Collision. He hasn't shown his face anywhere yet. Maybe he saw the first show and got scared off from the other's.
Jack: Guess you can do nothing except get yourself ready and show the world what you are capable of.
JM: I know, i've been through this with Tony already.
Jack: That bums still hanging about is he?
JM: Yeah, and give him a break. He's done alot for us recently, and he is a good trainer.
Jack: You keep saying that. But what exactly has he done for us?
JM: I don't actually have the time for this now. We've got training to do.
Jack: Fine, we'll pick this up later.
:: With that said, Manson walks back to the main room and opens the wardrobe. He picks out a black nike vest and grabs his black shorts from the drawer. He gets dressed and is soon outside. He squints his eyes as the sun hits his eyes hard. He stretches and loosens his muscles up before slowly setting off on a steady jog.