Post by Jackson White on Feb 7, 2015 10:09:49 GMT -5
Jackson is sitting on his bed with his hands on his head, looking down.
Jackson: I failed you dad... I can't count the times I have failed you since you are gone. I am completely lost without you. I have faith, but you don't seem to hear me. Why dad? Why? Am I a bad son? Did I disappoint you? I promised you I would make you proud on WCF but all I did in Payback was losing... I trained a lot father, why did I lose? Weren't you by my side? Didn't I train enough? Probably I should exercice... Punch the bag, run for a while, do push-ups. I don't want to give up but I am weak. I need you to give me strength. Guide me dad, please...
Suddenly, Jackson hears footsteps in his hotel room. He gets up slowly, trying to find who the hell invaded his room. Then, he hears somebody on his back.
Jackson's Dad: Olá Jackson. (Hi Jackson)
Jackson: Dad? Hmm I mean, pai?
Jackson's Dad: Yes son, that's me.
Jackson hugs his dad, crying.
Jackson: How is this possible?! Am I dreaming?!
Jackson's Dad: I don't think so, my boy, although you needed some meditation.
Jackson: What do you mean?
Jackson's Dad: I am proud of you, son. I am a peaceful man, you're right, but makes me happy knowing you're doing a thing you like. The problem is you are focused on two things: me and WCF. You need to think really deeply about it and make a choice.
Jackson: I only started a wrestling career because I needed to unleash my rage on somebody and I need to call everyone's attention to me. Wrestling was the way I found. I can’t choose between my career and you dad… You know I can’t.
Jackson's Dad: You're close to find the man or woman that did this to me, but you’re not being very successful in WCF. Define your priorities and you’ll be happier. I’m sorry but I have to go now, the hourglass is telling me I don’t have more time.
Jackson's dad takes a pistol from his pocket and points to his head.
Jackson's Dad: Goodbye, son.
Jackson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NO!
*BANG*
Jackson wakes up. He looks at the clock: 11AM. His head hurts pretty bad, since he was drinking the night before until 4AM. He gets up and goes to the toilet. He takes a piss and then washes his face. He feels hungry and thirsty, so he goes to the kitchen. There can be seen a lot of empty beer cans and an empty vodka bottle. He drinks coffee and eats some cereals.
Knock knock
Jackson gets up and opens the door.
Matt: Hey man...
Jackson: What the fuck are you doing here?
Matt enters the room and closes the door.
Matt: I wanted to apologize to you... I'm sorry I didn't tell you that your mom talked to me.
Jackson: She is always so fucking worried about me. I am a grown man.
Matt: She's got a point, you know? Look at this kitchen. I bet you drank this on your own last night.
Jackson: Yeah, you're right. I got devastated after losing that title match. I am going nowhere in WCF...
Matt: What the fuck man? You're a rookie in that company. You need to train harder, and harder, you can't just give up like that! If you want to be successful you have to work for it and prepare to face many disappointments.
Jackson: Bah, whatever. I don't think I am as a good fighter as I thought I was. I am not a good son either. I am drawning, you know? I got a text from an unknown number telling me to stop searching for him. At least I got my dad's murderer attention, but I don't have any fucking idea of who he is. I've been working on that since he passed away and I accomplished nothing. What am I doing with my life Matt?
Matt: Jack, man, take it easy. You're too depressed. Last time I saw you, you were so happy about WCF. You were anxious to fight and now you're giving up? Elevate your morale man. Do you know what you need? A good massage. You should book one.
Jackson: I really need to relax... And I am too depressed, you're right. Who the fuck am I kidding? I am a fucking good wrestler. I was just careless. I underestimated Dune... That weak piece of shit won the title. But I have a match next Slam. That's my chance to show Seth that I deserve to be on top.
Matt: Yes, that's good... But about your dad...
Jackson: I know exactly what you're going to say and you should stop telling me to ignore my father.
Matt: I don't want you to ignore your father, I want you to stop being so fucking paranoid and obsessed about it. Let it go man. You're not a detective.
Jackson: You're so annoying. You're always saying the same bullshit. Do you only care about me because you married my cousin? It seems so... You start defending me on school and after a while you were begging me to introduce you to Sarah.
Matt: See? You're so paranoid. You only see the evil side of everything. Your father's death changed you so much. I miss the old you. The humble part of you.
Jackson: Now you're saying I'm cocky?! Just leave my fucking hotel room if you came here to insult me.
Matt: Man, I just wanted to work out everything with you... I didn't mean to make you mad again...
Jackson: Leave, god dammit!
Matt: You really need to relax and start seeing things more clearly. You're so blind Jackson... You don't really think about the things that matter right now, don't you?
Matt leaves the apartment and Jackson punches the wall really hard.
Jackson goes to a customer support store, trying to find out who send him that text saying "Stop searching for me". He was sure that the murderer of his father sent him that.
Jackson: Hello. I am here to see if you can find who sent me this text.
Employee: Just give me a second, sir.
The empolyee starts typing on his computer.
Employee: Here is the number that texted you, I can't give you more information.
Jackson: Can't you just give me a name?
Employee: No sir, I'm sorry.
Jackson: What if I give you something?
Jackson secretly gives the employee two one hundred dollar bills. The employee takes it and writes something on a piece of paper.
Employee: That's all I can do, sir.
Jackson: Thanks.
It was written an address and also a name: Robert Hall. Was this his father's murderer? Was he finally close to get the revenge he wanted? Jackson takes a taxi to that address. Luckily it was near Memphis. After a few minutes he arrived the destination. Jackson paid the taxi driver and left the taxi.
Jackson (thinking): Here I am dad. I will avenge us. I've been waiting for this moment for four years. I will torture him before I kill him. He will not have a quick death. Every second I spent looking for this despicable motherfucker will be worth now. How did he dare to mess with the god of WCF?! I was really depressed this morning dad... I didn't know what I was gonna do with my life. I was so hopeless... But this gave me strength. I will get my revenge here and on Sunday. I will win that Triple Threat Match because my mind will be so free after I kill this bastard... I will focus on my career. You know, at first it was all about getting the attention of this monster, but now I really want to get somewhere on WCF. I didn't think I would find him so fast. The moment has arrived now.
Jackson knocks at the door. A young man opens it.
Man: Hello...
Jackson: Are you Robert Hall?
Robert: Yes, I am. Who are you?
Jackson punches him really hard and enters the house. He closes the door and keeps punching Robert. He is bleeding from his nose.
Robert: JUST TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT AND LEAVE, I HAVE SOME MONEY IN MY BEDROOM... JUST DON'T HURT ME PLEASE.
Jackson: I am not here to rob you, you fucking pig. Don't you remember my face?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
Robert: No... I don't... Please don't hurt me...
Jackson takes a photo of his dad from his wallet.
Jackson: This is the man you murdered. He was a really good person. I WAS A REALLY GOOD PERSON AND YOU DESTROYED ME. I DID THINGS THAT I COULDN'T EVEN IMAGINE I HAD THE GUTS TO DO AFTER MY DAD DIED. You are the worst person I have ever known... Worthless piece of shit.
Robert: What? I didn't muderer anyone.
Jackson: You're lying.
Jackson grabs him and sends his head against the wall.
Jackson: Admit it! YOU KILLED HIM!
Robert: I don't know what you're talking about please let me go...
Jackson takes his phone out and shows him the text.
Jackson: You thought I wouldn't find you? Did you really think I would stop searching for you? You don't know me at all. I am Jackson White, the best wrestler in the fucking Earth. I am a conquerer, I don't give up on the first trouble I find.
Robert: What? I sent that message to you? I wanted to text it to my ex-girlfriend... I swear...
Jackson: What the fuck?!
Robert: I broke up with her two months ago and she's been stalking me since then. I told her to stop searching for me because I moved out and she was texting me, asking me where I was.
Jackson: Fucking liar. I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR BULLSHIT.
Robert: I SWEAR! I can show you the texts she sent me!!!
Robert takes out his phone and shows it to Jackson. He reads the messages and confirms he was not lying.
Jackson: Where were you on New Year's Eve four years ago?
Robert: I was at my place with my family... I was 18 years old back then, do you really think I would be capable of killing someone?
Jackson couldn't believe it. He just stood there looking at the terrified kid. Suddenly, he became pale. His body was shaking. He was back to where he was a few weeks ago. Drawning in the sea.
Jackson: This is your fault. You made me believe I had found my dad's killer. You gave me hope that is not real!
Robert: I didn't mean to, it was a mistake.
Jackson: How do you dare doing this to me? You will pay.
Jackson gets him up and punches him. He keeps punching him as he screams Jackson to stop. Robert falls on the ground, Jackson gets him up again, kicks him in the belly and applies a "The Destroyer". The kid is almost unconscious.
Jackson: If you tell someone I did this to you I will kill you, I swear.
Robert: Please... don't... kill... me...
Jackson: Do you know who I am? My name is Jackson White, I am a wrestler in WCF. People also call me "The Fenix". Do you know what a Fenix is? It is a phoenix, but a special one. It was a portuguese phoenix. You see... Portuguese people are faithful. History tells that we are brave and strong too. Step by step I will rise on WCF even though my first matches were not that good. I will work even harder, I will improve my fighting strategy and I'll reach gold on that company.
Suddenly, Jackson hears a knock on the door.
Jackson: Remember, if you tell someone I did this to you...
Robert: I know...
Jackson leaves the house from the backdoor. He walks a little and calls a taxi back to the hotel. When he arrives, a young woman smiles at him.
Jennifer: Hi, I am Jennifer Adams and I am a journalist of PWM: Pro Wrestling Magazine, can I ask you a few questions? It won't take too long, I promise you.
Jackson: Let me guess, it is about my defeat on Payback.
Jennifer: Yes, but also about your next match. I buy you a drink and you answer me three questions, is that ok?
Jackson: Fine, let's do it then...
Jackson and the journalist go to the hotel's bar. They sit and Jennifer asks for a beer and a soda.
Jackson: I can see you don't appreciate alcohol.
Jennifer: Actually I do, I just don't drink while I am working. Well, let's not waste more time, first question, how do you feel after losing the triple threat match on Payback against Kaz Mazy and Dune?
Jackson: I don't think that was a lose at all. Every match is a chance for me to learn and show Seth that I can fight and that I've been working hard. I guess I had a pretty impressive performance last Sunday... I wasn't just too focused on the match. I have to deal with some personal problems while I work at WCF and sometimes is difficult to reconcile both things. I mean, that's not an excuse for losing the match, but I am a better wrestler than Dune, I deserved that Internet Title, my concentration just wasn't at 100%.
Jennifer: Those personal problems... It is related to your father's death? If that's okay to ask.
Jackson: Yes... That's okay... I've been trying to find out who murdered him but I am really far from discovering who did it. The killer left almost no clues behind and the police didn't find nothing and basically closed the case. They told me the cause was "lack of evidences". Completely ridiculous.
Jennifer: I lost my father too, you know... Four years ago he had a heart attack and passed away.
Jackson: I am sorry to know that. My dad died four years ago, too.
Jennifer: Well, last question... What do you have to say about your next match?
Jackson: I am going to face an old man and a coward. Maelstorm may have his career ended when I hit my feet on his teeth with my Missile Dropkick. Wait, I'm sorry, he probably doesn't have teeth anymore.
Jennifer laughs.
Jackson: WCF doesn't need old and experienced men! That company needs young people with high ambitions like me. I have the energy to dedicate 100% in that ring and Maelstorm will face the infinite power of "The Fenix" on Slam. Occulo on the other hand is not old but he is too scared hiding that he will not have the courage to face me. This Triple Threat will be a lot different than the last one I fought. I will be more intelligent and more cautious. I learnt something today, Jennifer. I need to see things more clearly or I will be nobody in Pro Wrestling. And believe me... I am seeing things so much clearer. I am already seeing myself winning that match. I may have not brought gold to my country on Payback but I will someday... All I got to do is work hard and have faith.
Jennifer: Faith in god?
Jackson: No... Of course not... The only god that exists is me. I have faith in my dad. I know he is watching me and he will be by my side on every match I do in WCF. By the way, if god existed he would have made a world full of happiness and good people. The world I live in is full of tragedy, blood and decay.
Jennifer: I kinda have to agree with you. Look, I really have to go, but thank you so much for your time. Here is my number so maybe we can have a drink in a more informal way... If you want of course.
Jackson: That would be nice...
Jennifer leaves the bar with a smile and Jackson looks at the phone number. He have never met a person like her, she agreed with many things he said and she laughed at his jokes. Maybe she could be the one stopping his blindness. But he didn’t need anything else to distract him from his career and his investigation.
Jackson (thinking): She seems so special… I don’t know why, don’t give a shit about other people besides my family and my close friends… Should I give her a chance? But what if she has something to do with my dad’s death? She looked really interested in it… It could have been just a trick to find out what I know about his killer… She might even be the one who murdered him! That bitch. I bet she knows something. I’m gonna call her, of course, but I am going to rip the truth out of her. How did she had the audacity to me, “The Fenix”, WCF’s god?! She has to pay. However, she is not the only one that will suffer. Maelstorm and Occulo shall be destroyed on Sunday. Destruction will possess their bodies and the pain will be intolerable. I will focus on my match and then I will worry about he other issues. My father was right on that dream, I can’t do both things at the same time.
Jackson looks above him.
Jackson (thinking): Thank you dad. I know that dream was a way of you to communicate with me. In a way you’re still alive, I am sure of it. Keep guiding me, I need your backup. I miss you so much… I promise you I will never give up. I will reach WCF’s top one way or another, I believe it… That match on Sunday is the first step. I must win it.
Jackson finishes his beer and goes to his room. He is a lot more confident than he was that morning. He felt like a true wrestler, he only needed to proof himself he was able to win a match after he failed on Payback.
Jackson: When one door closes, another opens. I didn't want the Internet Championship anyway. It's time for me to burn my feathers and rebirth with a champion's attitude. It's my time to shine now.
Jackson: I failed you dad... I can't count the times I have failed you since you are gone. I am completely lost without you. I have faith, but you don't seem to hear me. Why dad? Why? Am I a bad son? Did I disappoint you? I promised you I would make you proud on WCF but all I did in Payback was losing... I trained a lot father, why did I lose? Weren't you by my side? Didn't I train enough? Probably I should exercice... Punch the bag, run for a while, do push-ups. I don't want to give up but I am weak. I need you to give me strength. Guide me dad, please...
Suddenly, Jackson hears footsteps in his hotel room. He gets up slowly, trying to find who the hell invaded his room. Then, he hears somebody on his back.
Jackson's Dad: Olá Jackson. (Hi Jackson)
Jackson: Dad? Hmm I mean, pai?
Jackson's Dad: Yes son, that's me.
Jackson hugs his dad, crying.
Jackson: How is this possible?! Am I dreaming?!
Jackson's Dad: I don't think so, my boy, although you needed some meditation.
Jackson: What do you mean?
Jackson's Dad: I am proud of you, son. I am a peaceful man, you're right, but makes me happy knowing you're doing a thing you like. The problem is you are focused on two things: me and WCF. You need to think really deeply about it and make a choice.
Jackson: I only started a wrestling career because I needed to unleash my rage on somebody and I need to call everyone's attention to me. Wrestling was the way I found. I can’t choose between my career and you dad… You know I can’t.
Jackson's Dad: You're close to find the man or woman that did this to me, but you’re not being very successful in WCF. Define your priorities and you’ll be happier. I’m sorry but I have to go now, the hourglass is telling me I don’t have more time.
Jackson's dad takes a pistol from his pocket and points to his head.
Jackson's Dad: Goodbye, son.
Jackson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NO!
*BANG*
Jackson wakes up. He looks at the clock: 11AM. His head hurts pretty bad, since he was drinking the night before until 4AM. He gets up and goes to the toilet. He takes a piss and then washes his face. He feels hungry and thirsty, so he goes to the kitchen. There can be seen a lot of empty beer cans and an empty vodka bottle. He drinks coffee and eats some cereals.
Knock knock
Jackson gets up and opens the door.
Matt: Hey man...
Jackson: What the fuck are you doing here?
Matt enters the room and closes the door.
Matt: I wanted to apologize to you... I'm sorry I didn't tell you that your mom talked to me.
Jackson: She is always so fucking worried about me. I am a grown man.
Matt: She's got a point, you know? Look at this kitchen. I bet you drank this on your own last night.
Jackson: Yeah, you're right. I got devastated after losing that title match. I am going nowhere in WCF...
Matt: What the fuck man? You're a rookie in that company. You need to train harder, and harder, you can't just give up like that! If you want to be successful you have to work for it and prepare to face many disappointments.
Jackson: Bah, whatever. I don't think I am as a good fighter as I thought I was. I am not a good son either. I am drawning, you know? I got a text from an unknown number telling me to stop searching for him. At least I got my dad's murderer attention, but I don't have any fucking idea of who he is. I've been working on that since he passed away and I accomplished nothing. What am I doing with my life Matt?
Matt: Jack, man, take it easy. You're too depressed. Last time I saw you, you were so happy about WCF. You were anxious to fight and now you're giving up? Elevate your morale man. Do you know what you need? A good massage. You should book one.
Jackson: I really need to relax... And I am too depressed, you're right. Who the fuck am I kidding? I am a fucking good wrestler. I was just careless. I underestimated Dune... That weak piece of shit won the title. But I have a match next Slam. That's my chance to show Seth that I deserve to be on top.
Matt: Yes, that's good... But about your dad...
Jackson: I know exactly what you're going to say and you should stop telling me to ignore my father.
Matt: I don't want you to ignore your father, I want you to stop being so fucking paranoid and obsessed about it. Let it go man. You're not a detective.
Jackson: You're so annoying. You're always saying the same bullshit. Do you only care about me because you married my cousin? It seems so... You start defending me on school and after a while you were begging me to introduce you to Sarah.
Matt: See? You're so paranoid. You only see the evil side of everything. Your father's death changed you so much. I miss the old you. The humble part of you.
Jackson: Now you're saying I'm cocky?! Just leave my fucking hotel room if you came here to insult me.
Matt: Man, I just wanted to work out everything with you... I didn't mean to make you mad again...
Jackson: Leave, god dammit!
Matt: You really need to relax and start seeing things more clearly. You're so blind Jackson... You don't really think about the things that matter right now, don't you?
Matt leaves the apartment and Jackson punches the wall really hard.
A few hours later...
Jackson goes to a customer support store, trying to find out who send him that text saying "Stop searching for me". He was sure that the murderer of his father sent him that.
Jackson: Hello. I am here to see if you can find who sent me this text.
Employee: Just give me a second, sir.
The empolyee starts typing on his computer.
Employee: Here is the number that texted you, I can't give you more information.
Jackson: Can't you just give me a name?
Employee: No sir, I'm sorry.
Jackson: What if I give you something?
Jackson secretly gives the employee two one hundred dollar bills. The employee takes it and writes something on a piece of paper.
Employee: That's all I can do, sir.
Jackson: Thanks.
It was written an address and also a name: Robert Hall. Was this his father's murderer? Was he finally close to get the revenge he wanted? Jackson takes a taxi to that address. Luckily it was near Memphis. After a few minutes he arrived the destination. Jackson paid the taxi driver and left the taxi.
Jackson (thinking): Here I am dad. I will avenge us. I've been waiting for this moment for four years. I will torture him before I kill him. He will not have a quick death. Every second I spent looking for this despicable motherfucker will be worth now. How did he dare to mess with the god of WCF?! I was really depressed this morning dad... I didn't know what I was gonna do with my life. I was so hopeless... But this gave me strength. I will get my revenge here and on Sunday. I will win that Triple Threat Match because my mind will be so free after I kill this bastard... I will focus on my career. You know, at first it was all about getting the attention of this monster, but now I really want to get somewhere on WCF. I didn't think I would find him so fast. The moment has arrived now.
Jackson knocks at the door. A young man opens it.
Man: Hello...
Jackson: Are you Robert Hall?
Robert: Yes, I am. Who are you?
Jackson punches him really hard and enters the house. He closes the door and keeps punching Robert. He is bleeding from his nose.
Robert: JUST TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT AND LEAVE, I HAVE SOME MONEY IN MY BEDROOM... JUST DON'T HURT ME PLEASE.
Jackson: I am not here to rob you, you fucking pig. Don't you remember my face?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
Robert: No... I don't... Please don't hurt me...
Jackson takes a photo of his dad from his wallet.
Jackson: This is the man you murdered. He was a really good person. I WAS A REALLY GOOD PERSON AND YOU DESTROYED ME. I DID THINGS THAT I COULDN'T EVEN IMAGINE I HAD THE GUTS TO DO AFTER MY DAD DIED. You are the worst person I have ever known... Worthless piece of shit.
Robert: What? I didn't muderer anyone.
Jackson: You're lying.
Jackson grabs him and sends his head against the wall.
Jackson: Admit it! YOU KILLED HIM!
Robert: I don't know what you're talking about please let me go...
Jackson takes his phone out and shows him the text.
Jackson: You thought I wouldn't find you? Did you really think I would stop searching for you? You don't know me at all. I am Jackson White, the best wrestler in the fucking Earth. I am a conquerer, I don't give up on the first trouble I find.
Robert: What? I sent that message to you? I wanted to text it to my ex-girlfriend... I swear...
Jackson: What the fuck?!
Robert: I broke up with her two months ago and she's been stalking me since then. I told her to stop searching for me because I moved out and she was texting me, asking me where I was.
Jackson: Fucking liar. I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR BULLSHIT.
Robert: I SWEAR! I can show you the texts she sent me!!!
Robert takes out his phone and shows it to Jackson. He reads the messages and confirms he was not lying.
Jackson: Where were you on New Year's Eve four years ago?
Robert: I was at my place with my family... I was 18 years old back then, do you really think I would be capable of killing someone?
Jackson couldn't believe it. He just stood there looking at the terrified kid. Suddenly, he became pale. His body was shaking. He was back to where he was a few weeks ago. Drawning in the sea.
Jackson: This is your fault. You made me believe I had found my dad's killer. You gave me hope that is not real!
Robert: I didn't mean to, it was a mistake.
Jackson: How do you dare doing this to me? You will pay.
Jackson gets him up and punches him. He keeps punching him as he screams Jackson to stop. Robert falls on the ground, Jackson gets him up again, kicks him in the belly and applies a "The Destroyer". The kid is almost unconscious.
Jackson: If you tell someone I did this to you I will kill you, I swear.
Robert: Please... don't... kill... me...
Jackson: Do you know who I am? My name is Jackson White, I am a wrestler in WCF. People also call me "The Fenix". Do you know what a Fenix is? It is a phoenix, but a special one. It was a portuguese phoenix. You see... Portuguese people are faithful. History tells that we are brave and strong too. Step by step I will rise on WCF even though my first matches were not that good. I will work even harder, I will improve my fighting strategy and I'll reach gold on that company.
Suddenly, Jackson hears a knock on the door.
Jackson: Remember, if you tell someone I did this to you...
Robert: I know...
Jackson leaves the house from the backdoor. He walks a little and calls a taxi back to the hotel. When he arrives, a young woman smiles at him.
Jennifer: Hi, I am Jennifer Adams and I am a journalist of PWM: Pro Wrestling Magazine, can I ask you a few questions? It won't take too long, I promise you.
Jackson: Let me guess, it is about my defeat on Payback.
Jennifer: Yes, but also about your next match. I buy you a drink and you answer me three questions, is that ok?
Jackson: Fine, let's do it then...
Jackson and the journalist go to the hotel's bar. They sit and Jennifer asks for a beer and a soda.
Jackson: I can see you don't appreciate alcohol.
Jennifer: Actually I do, I just don't drink while I am working. Well, let's not waste more time, first question, how do you feel after losing the triple threat match on Payback against Kaz Mazy and Dune?
Jackson: I don't think that was a lose at all. Every match is a chance for me to learn and show Seth that I can fight and that I've been working hard. I guess I had a pretty impressive performance last Sunday... I wasn't just too focused on the match. I have to deal with some personal problems while I work at WCF and sometimes is difficult to reconcile both things. I mean, that's not an excuse for losing the match, but I am a better wrestler than Dune, I deserved that Internet Title, my concentration just wasn't at 100%.
Jennifer: Those personal problems... It is related to your father's death? If that's okay to ask.
Jackson: Yes... That's okay... I've been trying to find out who murdered him but I am really far from discovering who did it. The killer left almost no clues behind and the police didn't find nothing and basically closed the case. They told me the cause was "lack of evidences". Completely ridiculous.
Jennifer: I lost my father too, you know... Four years ago he had a heart attack and passed away.
Jackson: I am sorry to know that. My dad died four years ago, too.
Jennifer: Well, last question... What do you have to say about your next match?
Jackson: I am going to face an old man and a coward. Maelstorm may have his career ended when I hit my feet on his teeth with my Missile Dropkick. Wait, I'm sorry, he probably doesn't have teeth anymore.
Jennifer laughs.
Jackson: WCF doesn't need old and experienced men! That company needs young people with high ambitions like me. I have the energy to dedicate 100% in that ring and Maelstorm will face the infinite power of "The Fenix" on Slam. Occulo on the other hand is not old but he is too scared hiding that he will not have the courage to face me. This Triple Threat will be a lot different than the last one I fought. I will be more intelligent and more cautious. I learnt something today, Jennifer. I need to see things more clearly or I will be nobody in Pro Wrestling. And believe me... I am seeing things so much clearer. I am already seeing myself winning that match. I may have not brought gold to my country on Payback but I will someday... All I got to do is work hard and have faith.
Jennifer: Faith in god?
Jackson: No... Of course not... The only god that exists is me. I have faith in my dad. I know he is watching me and he will be by my side on every match I do in WCF. By the way, if god existed he would have made a world full of happiness and good people. The world I live in is full of tragedy, blood and decay.
Jennifer: I kinda have to agree with you. Look, I really have to go, but thank you so much for your time. Here is my number so maybe we can have a drink in a more informal way... If you want of course.
Jackson: That would be nice...
Jennifer leaves the bar with a smile and Jackson looks at the phone number. He have never met a person like her, she agreed with many things he said and she laughed at his jokes. Maybe she could be the one stopping his blindness. But he didn’t need anything else to distract him from his career and his investigation.
Jackson (thinking): She seems so special… I don’t know why, don’t give a shit about other people besides my family and my close friends… Should I give her a chance? But what if she has something to do with my dad’s death? She looked really interested in it… It could have been just a trick to find out what I know about his killer… She might even be the one who murdered him! That bitch. I bet she knows something. I’m gonna call her, of course, but I am going to rip the truth out of her. How did she had the audacity to me, “The Fenix”, WCF’s god?! She has to pay. However, she is not the only one that will suffer. Maelstorm and Occulo shall be destroyed on Sunday. Destruction will possess their bodies and the pain will be intolerable. I will focus on my match and then I will worry about he other issues. My father was right on that dream, I can’t do both things at the same time.
Jackson looks above him.
Jackson (thinking): Thank you dad. I know that dream was a way of you to communicate with me. In a way you’re still alive, I am sure of it. Keep guiding me, I need your backup. I miss you so much… I promise you I will never give up. I will reach WCF’s top one way or another, I believe it… That match on Sunday is the first step. I must win it.
Jackson finishes his beer and goes to his room. He is a lot more confident than he was that morning. He felt like a true wrestler, he only needed to proof himself he was able to win a match after he failed on Payback.
Jackson: When one door closes, another opens. I didn't want the Internet Championship anyway. It's time for me to burn my feathers and rebirth with a champion's attitude. It's my time to shine now.
