Post by defunctlies on Aug 22, 2008 21:03:21 GMT -6
The scene opens on Jack in a familiar setting, sitting in the front seat of a car. However, he doesn't look like he's moving, the scenery full of another car next to him and stationary greenery. He also looks a little bedraggled as if having woken up a few minuites ago, a look that is compounded by a racket being made in the back of the car, caused by two small figures in the back, bouncing around at the edge of the shot.
Jack sighs and looks at the camera with bleary eyes.
"The school run. Not the most entertaining thing in the world, but I'm stuck with it this week. When we moved to the US, we settled in Atlanta and seeing as I won't have to travel very far this week, I'm helping out around home, and doing this is a part of i-ow!"
Suddenly, Jack is beaned in the head with a colourful book with a picture of a bright blue cat on the front, followed by a fit of childish giggles from the back, prompting him to turn to look behind him. He reaches for the camera, turning it off. A short pause later, he's driving along again, slowly, with the din in the back now a bit quieter.
"So, this Sunday is Battlegrounds, and I find myself in the Wired pre-show. It's to be expected I suppose, having lost out in the opener against Chris Phere last week. I'm facing up against Tony Bu-oh, sorry, Mike Honcho."
He coughs.
"Now, Mr. Honcho, or The Magic Man, after his little change of name and mentality, has been doing well on Trauma. But I'm sorry to say, Trauma is like the 1st Division compared to the Premier League...well, second best if you're not British and didn't understand that. Needless to say watching him in action, he is fairly impressive. But the man is slightly...well, I don't want to say 'simple', but I have, and quite frankly while as Tony Buttafuco-"
Another giggle from behind him, prompting a small sigh.
"...despite the rather unfortunate second name, his stint hasn't been peppered with success."
He pauses and looks up, sighing again.
"Sorry, I'll have to save the rest of my criticism for later...I see the school gates and a rather large crowd of mothers outside...is it strange to see them turning up in just dressing gowns, saying that they had to rush their children to school...at least it's not as strange as the ones in halter tops."
He lets out another tired sigh, and smiles a little oddly at the camera before turning it off.
A moment later, it turns back on, Jack's hair looking a little more ruffled and a look of great fatigue in his eyes.
"It's not that I don't like meeting people who'd like my autograph...I just wish you wouldn't shout or scream random words wildly in my ear and mob me with pens and pads."
He sighs and shrugs.
"Anyway. Mike Honcho. I'm not sure about him. It's not that I'm scared or apprehensive, but I'm just worried that if I hit him too hard, it could press his 'reset' button again and bring on another personality."
He shrugs.
"Who knows. All I can say is that I'm looking to return to Collision after Battlegrounds, and Mike Honcho probably won't. If he'd take things a little more seriously perhaps he'd be a challenge. I don't expect him to roll over, but I just don't think he'll be the one coming out on top."
Jack reclines in his seat slightly and nods to himself.
"So in conclusion, Mike, you need to bring your A-game, but don't be disappointed if you leave on Sunday with another loss to chalk up."
He smiles and yawns.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to get back in bed, because my wife is making me put up some shelves later."
He reaches for the camera and switches it off.
Jack sighs and looks at the camera with bleary eyes.
"The school run. Not the most entertaining thing in the world, but I'm stuck with it this week. When we moved to the US, we settled in Atlanta and seeing as I won't have to travel very far this week, I'm helping out around home, and doing this is a part of i-ow!"
Suddenly, Jack is beaned in the head with a colourful book with a picture of a bright blue cat on the front, followed by a fit of childish giggles from the back, prompting him to turn to look behind him. He reaches for the camera, turning it off. A short pause later, he's driving along again, slowly, with the din in the back now a bit quieter.
"So, this Sunday is Battlegrounds, and I find myself in the Wired pre-show. It's to be expected I suppose, having lost out in the opener against Chris Phere last week. I'm facing up against Tony Bu-oh, sorry, Mike Honcho."
He coughs.
"Now, Mr. Honcho, or The Magic Man, after his little change of name and mentality, has been doing well on Trauma. But I'm sorry to say, Trauma is like the 1st Division compared to the Premier League...well, second best if you're not British and didn't understand that. Needless to say watching him in action, he is fairly impressive. But the man is slightly...well, I don't want to say 'simple', but I have, and quite frankly while as Tony Buttafuco-"
Another giggle from behind him, prompting a small sigh.
"...despite the rather unfortunate second name, his stint hasn't been peppered with success."
He pauses and looks up, sighing again.
"Sorry, I'll have to save the rest of my criticism for later...I see the school gates and a rather large crowd of mothers outside...is it strange to see them turning up in just dressing gowns, saying that they had to rush their children to school...at least it's not as strange as the ones in halter tops."
He lets out another tired sigh, and smiles a little oddly at the camera before turning it off.
A moment later, it turns back on, Jack's hair looking a little more ruffled and a look of great fatigue in his eyes.
"It's not that I don't like meeting people who'd like my autograph...I just wish you wouldn't shout or scream random words wildly in my ear and mob me with pens and pads."
He sighs and shrugs.
"Anyway. Mike Honcho. I'm not sure about him. It's not that I'm scared or apprehensive, but I'm just worried that if I hit him too hard, it could press his 'reset' button again and bring on another personality."
He shrugs.
"Who knows. All I can say is that I'm looking to return to Collision after Battlegrounds, and Mike Honcho probably won't. If he'd take things a little more seriously perhaps he'd be a challenge. I don't expect him to roll over, but I just don't think he'll be the one coming out on top."
Jack reclines in his seat slightly and nods to himself.
"So in conclusion, Mike, you need to bring your A-game, but don't be disappointed if you leave on Sunday with another loss to chalk up."
He smiles and yawns.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to get back in bed, because my wife is making me put up some shelves later."
He reaches for the camera and switches it off.