Post by Jackson White on Feb 22, 2015 11:20:37 GMT -5
Jackson is sitting on a waiting room in a hospital in Oporto, Portugal. Next to him is Matt. They are waiting for some news about Mary. Near them there are a few people with worried faces.
Jackson: You know I am going to want an explanation for everything that happened today.
Matt: Sure… I’ll tell you everything… But you have to promise you won’t go to the cops.
Jackson: I promise… You’ve always been there to save my ass I guess I owe you that.
Matt: You’re my best friend Jackson. I will always be there to help you, believe me. But you will need to talk to your mother. Do you think she will say anything to the cops?
Jackson: She doesn’t want any trouble. I think she will just ignore this and recover from her heart attack. It will be more complicated for her to go through Frank’s death…
Matt: He was a scumbag.
Jackson: Aren’t you too a scumbag, Matt? Robbing stores, pointing guns at people…
Matt: I can explain, I swear. I was robbing that store because the owner tried to steal my father…
A doctor came with Mary and interrupted Matt. Jackson’s mom looked fine.
Doctor: She is ok, she just need some rest. She will also have to take a few meds.
Jackson: Mom, how are you feeling?
Mary: I’m fine son just take me home. I want to get some sleep.
Jackson, Mary and Matt left the hospital. Matt was driving and Jackson was at the back of the car with his sleeping mom. He couldn’t stand losing his mom. Not at that moment. He knew he eventually would watch his mom pass away before he did but he first needed to kill the thirst of revenge. It just didn’t leave his head. He always thought about the moment he saw his dead getting shot. He needed to hear the voice of that man saying sorry and then see him rotting in prison. But he knew he still had a long walk in front of him.
Matt: Jackson?
Jackson was in another dimension. He had so many things on his mind… His dad, Occulo, Matt, Frank dying, his mom… His brain looked like a timebomb about to explode. They had arrived at Mary’s house, but Jackson stood still looking through the car’s window.
Matt: Jackson?!
Jackson: What?
Matt: We’re here man, leave the car. Are you okay?
Jackson: Yes, I am okay…
Jackson woke up his mom and they left the car. They went to her apartment and she laid on her bed sleeping. Everything was clean: there wasn’t any blood on the ground, Frank’s body was not there, no bullets, nothing.
Matt: Looks like Doug did a pretty good job.
Jackson: Now it is the time to explain me everything. What is the thing you called “The Dragons”? Why were they after me? Who the fuck are you besides the vice-president of your father’s company?
Matt: It’s a complicated story… I’ll be brief. It started when my father became the president of the company after my grandfather died. We have a lot of death threats and issues with the other companies so we needed protection. My dad started to hire a few bodyguards but it didn’t work so much… So he had an idea… Start a gang with former criminals and illegal MMA and wrestling fighters. That way he could get protection, he could have some profit in the streets and we could basically rule New York. How do you think me and my dad got so rich?
Jackson: Then why the hell was Doug chasing me?
Matt: He was not chasing you… I called that journalist so I could find out how you were… You wouldn’t listen or talk to me or to your mother so I sent Doug to keep an eye on you too.
Jackson started to laugh.
Jackson: So I need babysitters.
Matt: No Jackson all I want is to protect you.
Jackson: So you think I need help?
Matt: Well a little help won’t kill you.
Jackson: No one understands me. I thought you would be the only one to realize how I’ve felt since my father died. I couldn’t be more wrong. I am not mentally disabled! I can do things on my own, you know? Does everybody I know think I need help? I may be always thinking about my father but I am not sick. If you lost your dad you would understand me. IF YOU SAW HIM GET SHOT YOU WOULD FEEL EXACTLY LIKE ME. You would not want everyone always pissing you off asking if you’re alright and saying you need help. Even my fucking opponent on Timebomb told me IN FRONT OF ALL WCF FANS that wanted to help me. Do you think that makes any sense?
Matt: Jackson calm down, please. You are obviously different than you were a few years ago.
Jackson: Yes, you’re right. I am not a fucking coward like I was. I became fearless and more violent. I feel this will of torture and blood inside of me since the murderer of my dad was not found that’s why wrestling makes me feel so good. That’s what most wrestlers in that company don’t understand. I am better than them because I fight with my heart, not with my brain. I used to think that I didn’t achieve anything important in WCF yet because I didn’t wrestle very carefully but I don’t think that way anymore. I have so much more power when I do things with my heart, you know? Every time I face someone on that ring I imagine the disgusting human being that killed my father and that makes me fight them harder. But my next match will be different… I won’t need to imagine anyone else. Occulo’s face makes me want to vomit. It makes me so sick that I will destroy his horrible face so I don’t have to look at it anymore.
Matt: You know I could use someone like you in “The Dragons”. You’re strong, you’re determined, you’re aggressive…
Jackson: I’m not a criminal asshole. Didn’t you listen to anything I’ve just said?
Matt: I did, I did… I believe in you mate, I think you’re able to win that match. I hope you do.
Jackson: Nobody thinks I’m going to win it and I don’t know why. Maybe it is because I don’t sympathize with anyone in WCF… I mean, I don’t sympathize with anyone but I am not looking to make friends in that company. I joined it to fight and to get everyone’s attention. Especially…
Matt interrupted Jackson.
Matt: Your father’s killer, I know Jackson. You’re always talking about the same thing over and over again. Change the subject man… You were talking about WCF then you start talking about your father’s murderer again…
Jackson: I idolized him. He was a role model to me and that son of a bitch took him away from me and from my mother.
Matt: I understand you brother, I seriously do, but you need to understand everybody else. When we say we want to help you it’s just because we care about you. You’re important to me man, that’s why I want to do something about it. If I could, I would put a bullet in that motherfucker’s brain… But I don’t have any fucking idea of who he is… Do you?
Jackson: I have a few suspects but four of them are in jail and I can only visit one of them… One is missing and the other one found redemption working in some church.
Matt: Well, if you have suspects then talk to them.
Jackson: I visited the one that is in jail and he refused to talk to me.
Matt: What about the other one?
Jackson: I hate churches. I’m not going there.
Matt: What the fuck man? So you’re obsessed about your father but you don’t interrogate people you think they murdered him?
Matt was right. Jackson started to think about it and it made sense. He needed to try harder.
Jackson: First thing I am going to do when I get to the USA is finding a way to persuade the prisoner to talk to me. After that, I’m going to get that church’s address and I’ll visit the other one.
Matt: I think it is a good idea but don’t get too obsessed with it. If you want to look for your dad’s murderer, fine, do it, but don’t take too many risks and don’t think about it all the fucking time. You also have a job and people who love you Jackson. Remember that.
Jackson: You’re right, I know you are… That’s what my brain tells me to do. Be careful, don’t risk too much, stop searching for him… But my heart says the opposite. Chase that son of a bitch, kill him, torture him, beat the shit out of him.
Matt: Well… You’ve got to figure out what Jackson tells you.
Jackson: Right now, Jackson is telling me one thing: Win the Trilogy Cup. That’s all that matters right now. I’ll worry about that fucking thief later. First I’ll think of a way of how to defeat Occulo. It won’t be easy he is really motivated.
Matt: Are you motivated too?
Jackson: Of course I am. It’s the most intense rivalry I’ve had since I joined WCF. It became really personal since he talked about my father… Who the fuck does he think he is? He is just some random wrestler that thinks he can reach the finals of Trilogy Cup but he will be eliminated by the greatest wrestler in the whole fucking world. I will make sure that he won’t even want to wrestle anymore. He doesn’t have any idea of what I am capable of. Once we get in that ring he will learn a precious lesson: Do not mess with “The Fenix”.
Matt: By the way how the hell did you get that nickname? Sometimes I call you that but I don’t have any idea why.
Jackson: After my father died I started to train harder to be stronger and be able to fight properly. I told my story to my trainer and a few people so they wanted to call me Phoenix because I survived that shot, but I am Portuguese so they started to call me Fenix.
Matt: Well, I am sure “The Fenix” will be victorious on Sunday.
A few hours later
Jackson’s mom was up and was feeling better. He packed his bags because he needed to leave to Texas, since he had Timebomb. Matt had a meeting so he was taking Jackson in his private jet. Jackson had a brief conversation about Frank and Jackson’s mom seemed pretty ok with that. She promised not to tell anything and she admitted she was relieved to at least find out Frank was an evil man before it was too late. Like she had told earlier to her son she only wanted peace.
Jackson: Bye mom. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?
Mary: Yes, of course baby, don’t worry. But I am actually thinking about moving to the USA again, I want to be close to our family. I’ll stay here for a while and then I’ll probably sell this house.
Jackson: If you return to America tell me as fast as you can ok?
Mary: Sure my son!
Mary kisses Jackson and Matt and both of them left. There was a car waiting for them near Mary’s apartment. The driver was that taxi driver that once talked to Jackson and next to him was Doug.
Jackson: I’ve already been with your driver.
Matt: You have?
Jackson: Yes, he was driving a taxi.
Matt: What the fuck? When the hell that happened? As far as I can tell Carl never was a taxi driver.
Jackson: A few weeks ago.
Jackson put his bags on the car’s trunk and both of them entered the car.
Matt: Carl what the fuck were you doing driving a fucking taxi?
Carl: What? I’ve never drove a taxi…
Carl looked back and saw Jackson. He looked like he saw a ghost. He turned away and stared silent for a while.
Matt: Carl? Answer me.
Carl opened the door and started to run. Matt and Doug left the car and went after him. Jackson didn’t know what to do, but he found it suspicious so he started to run too. Carl crossed the street and turned into an alley. Jackson, Matt and Doug followed him as they saw him jumping a wall. They did the same and they landed on a house’s backyard. There was a pitbull there that chased the four man. They jumped another wall and were almost catching Carl when he crossed the street again and almost got run-over by a truck. Jackson, Doug and Matt couldn’t cross since it was green light for cars and there was a lot of traffic.
Matt: We can’t lose him!!!!
After a few seconds they were able to cross the street and run after Carl. He was a little bit far away so they decided to split up and corner him. Jackson turned right and started to run as fast as he could. He was feeling good, this was a way of training to Sunday instead of sitting on his couch watching TV and drinking beer. He was testing his acceleration, his speed, his reaction and his endurance. That was exactly what he needed against Occulo. He is a technical wrestler so he needs to dodge his moves many times and he needs to hold on to his submission maneuvers. Suddenly, he saw Carl punching Doug. He ran and hit him a few times on his head. Carl counter-attacked and punched him a few times in his face and in his belly. Jackson was used to this he was a fucking great wrestler! He grabbed Carl’s arm while he was punching and threw him on the ground. He jumped towards him and punched him a few times breaking his nose. There was blood all over Carl’s face and on the floor. Matt arrived.
Carl: Fuck you Jackson. Fuck you. Look at my nose.
Matt: Carl what the fuck was that?! I’M SICK OF TREASON! First Frank, now you?! Why the hell did you lie to me?! AND WHY DID YOU RUN?!
Carl: I don’t need to explain myself. All I have to do is that I needed extra money. My ex-wife called a few weeks ago saying my son was really sick and needed an operation and meds.
Matt: Why didn’t you just ask me for money?
Carl: Who are you kidding Matt? We all know you and your father are greedy man. The best thing I could get was a loan and I would have to pay you more than you would give to me.
Matt: Tell me what you did. Why were you driving that taxi?
Carl: I needed extra money, I told you.
Matt: If you just were driving taxis to get more money you would have told me and you wouldn’t have ran away.
Jackson was freaking out because he was thinking Carl had something to do with his father’s murderer. But on the other hand he remembered what Matt and his mom had been told him the past few weeks. He was paranoid. Even Occulo told him that. Maybe they were right. But what if he wasn’t? What if, only this time, he was right about Carl?
Jackson: You fucking piece of shit, why did you ask me things about my father? How did you know who I was?
Carl: I won’t tell you anything.
Jackson: So you have something to do with that robbery? Or do you know something? TELL ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
Carl was silent. He wouldn’t say anything so Jackson grabbed his arm.
Jackson: Are you sure you won’t tell me?
Carl looked scared. Matt and Doug were surprised because they knew Carl was a tough guy. But Jackson’s expression would scare anyone. He seemed possessed. He felt Carl was going to give him important information to his investigation so he had to do everything to rip the truth out of his mouth.
Jackson: You have five seconds to tell me what you know and why did you ask questions about my father or I’ll break your arm. It’s your choice.
Carl: Man, don’t… Please…
Jackson: One.
Matt: Jackson what the fuck are you doing?
Jackson: Two.
Doug: Carl just tell him for fuck’s sake.
Jackson: Three. Your time is ending. Four.
Carl: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I’LL TELL YOU.
Jackson stopped holding Carl’s arm and started to listen to him.
Carl: An unknown number called me. A strange voice started to ask me if I could find out things about a wrestler named Jackson White. He said he would pay me good. All I had to do was find out what you knew about your father’s killer. I told him you knew nothing and I received the money as he promised. I knew you were going to catch a plane to your next show so I stole a taxi and waited for you to call one.
Jackson: Was the voice changed by a computer program or something similar?
Carl: Yes…
Jackson stared at Matt.
Jackson: Did you do this?
Matt: What? No man, what the fuck?
Jackson: Well you used the same fucking system with Jennifer.
Matt: But I have nothing to do with your father’s murderer… Man stop being so paranoid.
Jackson couldn’t control his anger. He felt fire inside his soul. He was about to ignite and burn to a new Jackson to be reborn: an even more violent one. His emotions and paranoia were possessing him. However he somehow managed to control himself and thought rationally. Matt wouldn’t be capable of doing something to his father. After all, he was doing anything to protect him from his murderer.
Jackson: You’re right, I am sorry. But I was right this time. I felt Carl had something to do with my dad’s assassin and I was right.
Matt helped Carl getting up. He betrayed him but he was desperate. It was much different than Frank. He had abandoned him. Carl was always on Matt’s side. Jackson however, was thinking differently.
Jackson: You’ll do something about this, right? I’m not saying to kill him, but you’ll deal with him properly, won’t you?
Matt: I will worry about that later. Let’s just go to Texas.
All of them went to the car. Doug was driving since Carl had a broken nose. Jackson was at the front seat, since he didn’t want to go on Carl’s side. They arrived at Matt’s private jet and flew to Texas. The flight was awkward. Carl fixed his nose and Jackson was isolated from all of them, sitting next to a window, thinking about Occulo and about his father. Nothing else was occupying Fenix’s mind at that moment. He had figured out how to defeat Occulo and he was confident. He imagined the referee raising his arm at the end of the match and Kyle Steel announcing him as the winner. It felt real. For the first time he was almost 100% sure he was going to get his first important win on that company. He deserved it. He trained a lot to be a wrestler and nobody had any idea except for his trainer. Timebomb’s match was the ultimate test. If he loses that match it only means that he needs to train even harder. If he wins the match it is a reward for all the time spent punching the bag, doing push-ups and wrestling. Like always, Jackson asked his dad for protection and guidance. He somehow knew for sure his dad was listening.
Jackson: You know I am going to want an explanation for everything that happened today.
Matt: Sure… I’ll tell you everything… But you have to promise you won’t go to the cops.
Jackson: I promise… You’ve always been there to save my ass I guess I owe you that.
Matt: You’re my best friend Jackson. I will always be there to help you, believe me. But you will need to talk to your mother. Do you think she will say anything to the cops?
Jackson: She doesn’t want any trouble. I think she will just ignore this and recover from her heart attack. It will be more complicated for her to go through Frank’s death…
Matt: He was a scumbag.
Jackson: Aren’t you too a scumbag, Matt? Robbing stores, pointing guns at people…
Matt: I can explain, I swear. I was robbing that store because the owner tried to steal my father…
A doctor came with Mary and interrupted Matt. Jackson’s mom looked fine.
Doctor: She is ok, she just need some rest. She will also have to take a few meds.
Jackson: Mom, how are you feeling?
Mary: I’m fine son just take me home. I want to get some sleep.
Jackson, Mary and Matt left the hospital. Matt was driving and Jackson was at the back of the car with his sleeping mom. He couldn’t stand losing his mom. Not at that moment. He knew he eventually would watch his mom pass away before he did but he first needed to kill the thirst of revenge. It just didn’t leave his head. He always thought about the moment he saw his dead getting shot. He needed to hear the voice of that man saying sorry and then see him rotting in prison. But he knew he still had a long walk in front of him.
Matt: Jackson?
Jackson was in another dimension. He had so many things on his mind… His dad, Occulo, Matt, Frank dying, his mom… His brain looked like a timebomb about to explode. They had arrived at Mary’s house, but Jackson stood still looking through the car’s window.
Matt: Jackson?!
Jackson: What?
Matt: We’re here man, leave the car. Are you okay?
Jackson: Yes, I am okay…
Jackson woke up his mom and they left the car. They went to her apartment and she laid on her bed sleeping. Everything was clean: there wasn’t any blood on the ground, Frank’s body was not there, no bullets, nothing.
Matt: Looks like Doug did a pretty good job.
Jackson: Now it is the time to explain me everything. What is the thing you called “The Dragons”? Why were they after me? Who the fuck are you besides the vice-president of your father’s company?
Matt: It’s a complicated story… I’ll be brief. It started when my father became the president of the company after my grandfather died. We have a lot of death threats and issues with the other companies so we needed protection. My dad started to hire a few bodyguards but it didn’t work so much… So he had an idea… Start a gang with former criminals and illegal MMA and wrestling fighters. That way he could get protection, he could have some profit in the streets and we could basically rule New York. How do you think me and my dad got so rich?
Jackson: Then why the hell was Doug chasing me?
Matt: He was not chasing you… I called that journalist so I could find out how you were… You wouldn’t listen or talk to me or to your mother so I sent Doug to keep an eye on you too.
Jackson started to laugh.
Jackson: So I need babysitters.
Matt: No Jackson all I want is to protect you.
Jackson: So you think I need help?
Matt: Well a little help won’t kill you.
Jackson: No one understands me. I thought you would be the only one to realize how I’ve felt since my father died. I couldn’t be more wrong. I am not mentally disabled! I can do things on my own, you know? Does everybody I know think I need help? I may be always thinking about my father but I am not sick. If you lost your dad you would understand me. IF YOU SAW HIM GET SHOT YOU WOULD FEEL EXACTLY LIKE ME. You would not want everyone always pissing you off asking if you’re alright and saying you need help. Even my fucking opponent on Timebomb told me IN FRONT OF ALL WCF FANS that wanted to help me. Do you think that makes any sense?
Matt: Jackson calm down, please. You are obviously different than you were a few years ago.
Jackson: Yes, you’re right. I am not a fucking coward like I was. I became fearless and more violent. I feel this will of torture and blood inside of me since the murderer of my dad was not found that’s why wrestling makes me feel so good. That’s what most wrestlers in that company don’t understand. I am better than them because I fight with my heart, not with my brain. I used to think that I didn’t achieve anything important in WCF yet because I didn’t wrestle very carefully but I don’t think that way anymore. I have so much more power when I do things with my heart, you know? Every time I face someone on that ring I imagine the disgusting human being that killed my father and that makes me fight them harder. But my next match will be different… I won’t need to imagine anyone else. Occulo’s face makes me want to vomit. It makes me so sick that I will destroy his horrible face so I don’t have to look at it anymore.
Matt: You know I could use someone like you in “The Dragons”. You’re strong, you’re determined, you’re aggressive…
Jackson: I’m not a criminal asshole. Didn’t you listen to anything I’ve just said?
Matt: I did, I did… I believe in you mate, I think you’re able to win that match. I hope you do.
Jackson: Nobody thinks I’m going to win it and I don’t know why. Maybe it is because I don’t sympathize with anyone in WCF… I mean, I don’t sympathize with anyone but I am not looking to make friends in that company. I joined it to fight and to get everyone’s attention. Especially…
Matt interrupted Jackson.
Matt: Your father’s killer, I know Jackson. You’re always talking about the same thing over and over again. Change the subject man… You were talking about WCF then you start talking about your father’s murderer again…
Jackson: I idolized him. He was a role model to me and that son of a bitch took him away from me and from my mother.
Matt: I understand you brother, I seriously do, but you need to understand everybody else. When we say we want to help you it’s just because we care about you. You’re important to me man, that’s why I want to do something about it. If I could, I would put a bullet in that motherfucker’s brain… But I don’t have any fucking idea of who he is… Do you?
Jackson: I have a few suspects but four of them are in jail and I can only visit one of them… One is missing and the other one found redemption working in some church.
Matt: Well, if you have suspects then talk to them.
Jackson: I visited the one that is in jail and he refused to talk to me.
Matt: What about the other one?
Jackson: I hate churches. I’m not going there.
Matt: What the fuck man? So you’re obsessed about your father but you don’t interrogate people you think they murdered him?
Matt was right. Jackson started to think about it and it made sense. He needed to try harder.
Jackson: First thing I am going to do when I get to the USA is finding a way to persuade the prisoner to talk to me. After that, I’m going to get that church’s address and I’ll visit the other one.
Matt: I think it is a good idea but don’t get too obsessed with it. If you want to look for your dad’s murderer, fine, do it, but don’t take too many risks and don’t think about it all the fucking time. You also have a job and people who love you Jackson. Remember that.
Jackson: You’re right, I know you are… That’s what my brain tells me to do. Be careful, don’t risk too much, stop searching for him… But my heart says the opposite. Chase that son of a bitch, kill him, torture him, beat the shit out of him.
Matt: Well… You’ve got to figure out what Jackson tells you.
Jackson: Right now, Jackson is telling me one thing: Win the Trilogy Cup. That’s all that matters right now. I’ll worry about that fucking thief later. First I’ll think of a way of how to defeat Occulo. It won’t be easy he is really motivated.
Matt: Are you motivated too?
Jackson: Of course I am. It’s the most intense rivalry I’ve had since I joined WCF. It became really personal since he talked about my father… Who the fuck does he think he is? He is just some random wrestler that thinks he can reach the finals of Trilogy Cup but he will be eliminated by the greatest wrestler in the whole fucking world. I will make sure that he won’t even want to wrestle anymore. He doesn’t have any idea of what I am capable of. Once we get in that ring he will learn a precious lesson: Do not mess with “The Fenix”.
Matt: By the way how the hell did you get that nickname? Sometimes I call you that but I don’t have any idea why.
Jackson: After my father died I started to train harder to be stronger and be able to fight properly. I told my story to my trainer and a few people so they wanted to call me Phoenix because I survived that shot, but I am Portuguese so they started to call me Fenix.
Matt: Well, I am sure “The Fenix” will be victorious on Sunday.
A few hours later
Jackson’s mom was up and was feeling better. He packed his bags because he needed to leave to Texas, since he had Timebomb. Matt had a meeting so he was taking Jackson in his private jet. Jackson had a brief conversation about Frank and Jackson’s mom seemed pretty ok with that. She promised not to tell anything and she admitted she was relieved to at least find out Frank was an evil man before it was too late. Like she had told earlier to her son she only wanted peace.
Jackson: Bye mom. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?
Mary: Yes, of course baby, don’t worry. But I am actually thinking about moving to the USA again, I want to be close to our family. I’ll stay here for a while and then I’ll probably sell this house.
Jackson: If you return to America tell me as fast as you can ok?
Mary: Sure my son!
Mary kisses Jackson and Matt and both of them left. There was a car waiting for them near Mary’s apartment. The driver was that taxi driver that once talked to Jackson and next to him was Doug.
Jackson: I’ve already been with your driver.
Matt: You have?
Jackson: Yes, he was driving a taxi.
Matt: What the fuck? When the hell that happened? As far as I can tell Carl never was a taxi driver.
Jackson: A few weeks ago.
Jackson put his bags on the car’s trunk and both of them entered the car.
Matt: Carl what the fuck were you doing driving a fucking taxi?
Carl: What? I’ve never drove a taxi…
Carl looked back and saw Jackson. He looked like he saw a ghost. He turned away and stared silent for a while.
Matt: Carl? Answer me.
Carl opened the door and started to run. Matt and Doug left the car and went after him. Jackson didn’t know what to do, but he found it suspicious so he started to run too. Carl crossed the street and turned into an alley. Jackson, Matt and Doug followed him as they saw him jumping a wall. They did the same and they landed on a house’s backyard. There was a pitbull there that chased the four man. They jumped another wall and were almost catching Carl when he crossed the street again and almost got run-over by a truck. Jackson, Doug and Matt couldn’t cross since it was green light for cars and there was a lot of traffic.
Matt: We can’t lose him!!!!
After a few seconds they were able to cross the street and run after Carl. He was a little bit far away so they decided to split up and corner him. Jackson turned right and started to run as fast as he could. He was feeling good, this was a way of training to Sunday instead of sitting on his couch watching TV and drinking beer. He was testing his acceleration, his speed, his reaction and his endurance. That was exactly what he needed against Occulo. He is a technical wrestler so he needs to dodge his moves many times and he needs to hold on to his submission maneuvers. Suddenly, he saw Carl punching Doug. He ran and hit him a few times on his head. Carl counter-attacked and punched him a few times in his face and in his belly. Jackson was used to this he was a fucking great wrestler! He grabbed Carl’s arm while he was punching and threw him on the ground. He jumped towards him and punched him a few times breaking his nose. There was blood all over Carl’s face and on the floor. Matt arrived.
Carl: Fuck you Jackson. Fuck you. Look at my nose.
Matt: Carl what the fuck was that?! I’M SICK OF TREASON! First Frank, now you?! Why the hell did you lie to me?! AND WHY DID YOU RUN?!
Carl: I don’t need to explain myself. All I have to do is that I needed extra money. My ex-wife called a few weeks ago saying my son was really sick and needed an operation and meds.
Matt: Why didn’t you just ask me for money?
Carl: Who are you kidding Matt? We all know you and your father are greedy man. The best thing I could get was a loan and I would have to pay you more than you would give to me.
Matt: Tell me what you did. Why were you driving that taxi?
Carl: I needed extra money, I told you.
Matt: If you just were driving taxis to get more money you would have told me and you wouldn’t have ran away.
Jackson was freaking out because he was thinking Carl had something to do with his father’s murderer. But on the other hand he remembered what Matt and his mom had been told him the past few weeks. He was paranoid. Even Occulo told him that. Maybe they were right. But what if he wasn’t? What if, only this time, he was right about Carl?
Jackson: You fucking piece of shit, why did you ask me things about my father? How did you know who I was?
Carl: I won’t tell you anything.
Jackson: So you have something to do with that robbery? Or do you know something? TELL ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
Carl was silent. He wouldn’t say anything so Jackson grabbed his arm.
Jackson: Are you sure you won’t tell me?
Carl looked scared. Matt and Doug were surprised because they knew Carl was a tough guy. But Jackson’s expression would scare anyone. He seemed possessed. He felt Carl was going to give him important information to his investigation so he had to do everything to rip the truth out of his mouth.
Jackson: You have five seconds to tell me what you know and why did you ask questions about my father or I’ll break your arm. It’s your choice.
Carl: Man, don’t… Please…
Jackson: One.
Matt: Jackson what the fuck are you doing?
Jackson: Two.
Doug: Carl just tell him for fuck’s sake.
Jackson: Three. Your time is ending. Four.
Carl: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I’LL TELL YOU.
Jackson stopped holding Carl’s arm and started to listen to him.
Carl: An unknown number called me. A strange voice started to ask me if I could find out things about a wrestler named Jackson White. He said he would pay me good. All I had to do was find out what you knew about your father’s killer. I told him you knew nothing and I received the money as he promised. I knew you were going to catch a plane to your next show so I stole a taxi and waited for you to call one.
Jackson: Was the voice changed by a computer program or something similar?
Carl: Yes…
Jackson stared at Matt.
Jackson: Did you do this?
Matt: What? No man, what the fuck?
Jackson: Well you used the same fucking system with Jennifer.
Matt: But I have nothing to do with your father’s murderer… Man stop being so paranoid.
Jackson couldn’t control his anger. He felt fire inside his soul. He was about to ignite and burn to a new Jackson to be reborn: an even more violent one. His emotions and paranoia were possessing him. However he somehow managed to control himself and thought rationally. Matt wouldn’t be capable of doing something to his father. After all, he was doing anything to protect him from his murderer.
Jackson: You’re right, I am sorry. But I was right this time. I felt Carl had something to do with my dad’s assassin and I was right.
Matt helped Carl getting up. He betrayed him but he was desperate. It was much different than Frank. He had abandoned him. Carl was always on Matt’s side. Jackson however, was thinking differently.
Jackson: You’ll do something about this, right? I’m not saying to kill him, but you’ll deal with him properly, won’t you?
Matt: I will worry about that later. Let’s just go to Texas.
All of them went to the car. Doug was driving since Carl had a broken nose. Jackson was at the front seat, since he didn’t want to go on Carl’s side. They arrived at Matt’s private jet and flew to Texas. The flight was awkward. Carl fixed his nose and Jackson was isolated from all of them, sitting next to a window, thinking about Occulo and about his father. Nothing else was occupying Fenix’s mind at that moment. He had figured out how to defeat Occulo and he was confident. He imagined the referee raising his arm at the end of the match and Kyle Steel announcing him as the winner. It felt real. For the first time he was almost 100% sure he was going to get his first important win on that company. He deserved it. He trained a lot to be a wrestler and nobody had any idea except for his trainer. Timebomb’s match was the ultimate test. If he loses that match it only means that he needs to train even harder. If he wins the match it is a reward for all the time spent punching the bag, doing push-ups and wrestling. Like always, Jackson asked his dad for protection and guidance. He somehow knew for sure his dad was listening.
