Post by Jackson White on Mar 22, 2015 17:35:03 GMT -5
Jackson is sitting on a bench in a New York City’s park. He is wearing sun glasses and a wig and was pretending to read a newspaper. There can be seen a black man wearing a dark kerchief talking to some black dudes. His name is Samuel Brown, mostly known as Mad Sam and he is a member of The NY Kings. This gang is one of the most dangerous groups in New York. They are known for using Dan Wessons to rob people. Jackson White found out that they usually don’t kill people, since they always steal the New Yorkers using masks so they can’t be identified. “The Fenix” thought it was strange because a masked man killed his father while robbing him.
Jackson (thinking): Was he inexperienced? Maybe he was still learning how to do be a thief and got nervous. But I think my father was handing him his wallet, why did he pull the trigger?
Samuel’s phone rings. He picks it up and starts talking to someone. After two minutes he hangs up, gets up and starts walking. Jackson leaves the newspaper on the bench and follows him. He walked for a while on some bustling streets with cars honking, people talking on their phones and others delivering publicity. Jackson almost lost Mad Sam in the middle of the crowd.
Jackson (thinking): It was not easy to find you, Samuel. You can’t leave my sight…
The black dude entered a supermarket for Jackson’s surprise. He bought a few snacks and beers and left. He then walked for a while and went to a house. He rang the bell and a white dude received him at the door while checking if anyone was watching. Both men entered and Jackson stayed outside, waiting for Samuel to leave the house.
Jackson: (thinking): I hate waiting for things. You’re annoying me, black piece of shit. I bet you’ll be smoking weed and playing videogames or something while I’m here waiting for you. I’ll just some a cig.
Two hours later
Jackson was almost falling asleep when the house’s door opens and Samuel exits. He started to walk forward and Jackson immediately followed him. He was heading to a dangerous neighborhood but Fenix wasn’t afraid.
Jackson (thinking): I am a pro wrestler. I can easily dodge their attempts to stab me or their punches. Nobody can harm me they are just brainless criminals and drug addicts. But I got to say, those mushrooms the other night were pretty great. Maybe I try it some other time… Maybe not… I drink too much alcohol already.
Samuel turned right into a tight alley. Jackson followed him and Mad Sam instantly choked White, pushing him into the wall.
Samuel: Who the fuck are you and why are you following me?
Jackson couldn’t speak properly, Samuel’s hand was really pressuring his throat.
Jackson: Let… me… speak…
Samuel: Who are you?!
Jackson: Just… Take it easy…
Samuel: I won’t let you go until you tell me who the fuck you are.
Jackson managed to hold Sam’s arm and applied a modified Hip Toss, throwing him to the ground. Samuel got up really quickly and pulled out a knife. His back was in pain though.
Samuel: You know I can kill you if I want, don’t you?
Jackson: Relax dude, I just want to buy you weed… You didn’t give me time to explain that.
Samuel: What? I don’t sell weed.
Jackson: Yes, you do. I’m a friend of Taylor. He told me you sell some decent pot so I was just making sure it was you so I could talk to you.
Samuel stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment. It was enough for Jackson to kick him hard on his hand. He dropped the knife, turned his back on Jackson to grab it again, but “The Fenix” hit a hard Belly to Back Suplex that left him incapacitated on the ground.
Jackson: Now you’re going to tell me everything you know about a man called Anthony White or I’ll make you paraplegic for the rest of your miserable life.
Samuel: I don’t know who he is and even if I knew I wouldn’t tell ya.
Jackson punched Samuel a few times and then slapped him.
Jackson: I’m pretty sure you know who he is. A member of your crew murdered him a few years ago.
Samuel spits blood from his mouth and gets another punch on his teeth.
Jackson: Tell me something or I’ll continue to beat your ass. I’m just starting, I will not be soft.
Samuel punched Jackson on his face and tried to get up. Jackson pulled his arm and hit a strong Clothesline, leaving him on the ground again.
Jackson: Don’t you see that you don’t have any chance of escaping? (Jackson punches him on his nose) Tell me something pig.
Jackson gets him up and hits a Suplex. Samuel was really in pain. His back was almost destroyed.
Samuel: Everything I know is that our boss told us that we can’t murderer anyone unless we are in danger.
Jackson: You weren’t in danger when you killed my father!
Samuel: I never killed anyone…
Black guy: What the fuck?!
A black guy saw Jackson above Samuel and started to run towards him. Jackson dodged a punch by him, and started to punch the man. Samuel took advantage of the distraction and started to run. Jackson and that black guy fought for a while, until White noticed Mad Sam had left and he started to run, trying to see if he was still nearby. He ran through some streets while some black people were staring at him. It was not usual to see a white guy running despairingly looking for someone around that neighborhood. But Samuel had vanished. Jackson couldn’t believe it. At least he could have other chance to find that man in the future or to question another member of The NY Kings because he was disguised.
A few hours later
Fenix had nothing to do, so he went to visit Matt at his work. Everyone there knew Jackson so they just let him in with a few “Hello!”, “How are you doing?” and “Good win on XIII!”. He was famous and it felt good. He felt like this for a while now. Anywhere he goes people recognize him. Even if it is to insult him or tell him he is going to lose, people know him. He is a superstar and he got what he wanted: The spotlight. All the attentions were turned to him. He made a point to his father’s murderer and he learnt how to fight. Those were the things Jackson most wanted when he joined WCF. Jackson finally entered Matt’s office after talking with their employees for a while.
Jackson: May I come in Matt?
Matt was at his desk, talking on the phone with many documents spread all over his office. It was a really big room with a view to the streets of New York.
Matt: Well Mr. Smith we can make the deal. I’ll meet you let’s say… Tomorrow at 9AM? Ok Mr. Smith, see you there. (Hangs off the phone) Hi Jackson, have a sit.
Jackson: Are you busy? I can come back later.
Matt: No, I’m not, I was about to take a break actually. So, how’s everything going?
Jackson: Well I came here to ask you that. Did you have any more problems with The Kings?
Matt: Shhhh! Don’t talk about it here. Let’s go somewhere else.
Both of them got up and went to a coffee near Matt’s office to continue the conversation.
Matt: Let’s say I resolved the situation. I put Doug in charge of taking care of that motherfucker that almost killed me the other night.
Jackson: Today I went after one member of The Kings.
Matt: Why did you do that? Do you know they are dangerous right? They will find you and they will beat the crap out of you!
Jackson: I was wearing a wig and sun glasses. They can’t find me. I went after a guy named Samuel.
Matt’s face was completely pale.
Matt: Mad Sam?
Jackson: Yes, I was following him and then he pushed me into a wall because he noticed me. I managed to punch him and tried to get information about my father’s murderer but some black dude interrupted me and he got away. But at least I am feeling happier. I am finally making progress about my father and I think I’ll be able to make him really proud. I’ll lock the guy who killed him I am sure of it. Matt? Are you listening to me?
Matt was astonished. He couldn’t say one word. He put his hands on his head and looked down.
Jackson: Matt? What’s happening?
Matt: I can’t believe this. I can’t… He told me he was dead… He guaranteed me…
Jackson: Who Matt? Who’s dead?
Matt: Mad Sam was dead… Carl told me Mad Sam was dead…
Jackson: What do you mean?!
Matt: A few months ago Mad Sam attacked a few people of The Dragons and killed one member. I ordered Carl to kill Samuel and he told me he did it… It looks like he lied to me again. And this one I will not forgive… I can’t believe he did this… I have to leave Jackson, thank you for telling me this.
Jackson: No problem… We continue this talk some other time. I told you you couldn’t trust Carl… You didn’t listen to me…
Matt: You were right (getting up) I was so fucking stupid. Bye, I’ll tell you what happened later.
Matt left the coffee and Jackson paid and left too. He went to his home at New York to train for a while for his match on Slam. He was going to team with one of his opponents at Explosion but before the Television Title Match Jackson wanted to concentrate on the tag-team match on Slam. It was an opportunity to show Mikey and Grime what he is made of. Jackson started to punch on his bag for a while. He imagined he was punching Thomas Bates.
Jackson: You think you’re so powerful Thomas, but you’re not… You are just a Sons of Anarchy imitator. A motorcycle club?! For fuck’s sake man! This is a wrestling company, not MotoGP. If you want to race other man in a motorcycle WCF is the wrong place. Besides that, you don’t have a fucking chance against me. My moral is high than ever. On XIII, in case you didn’t notice, I defeated WCF old successful wrestlers by myself. Yes, Dampshaw and Saint were also there but they are just lost souls wandering by this company. I am not. I am part of the wrestling’s next generation but you aren’t Thomas.
Jackson punches the bag really fast and then hits a strong kick.
Jackson: You had your chance to win the Hardcore Title and you lost it. Now you’ll be just like my last opponents: you’ll be wandering from match to match just crying because you can’t make your father and uncle proud. Guess who is having a title match on next PPV? That’s right, “The Fenix”. The explosion will not harm me, it will make me stronger. You will win nothing on Slam neither on Explosion, just because you’re not a true wrestler. You may be a weightlifter, I can admit that, but you’re not good fighting. Nobody needs to be muscled to win wrestling matches! I am not that physically appealing and I’ve already shown that I deserve some gold on my waist. I will get it on Explosion but I will have the pleasure to crush your head with my finisher on Slam. Your whole family will witness your failure when my wings choke your throat and you can’t breathe anymore. Not even your mom will be sad for your death.
Jackson stops punching the bag and starts to do push-ups.
Jackson: Gemini Battle, you’re on the match too… You’re just another arrogant and deluded weak wrestler that will be destroyed by me. Look at me I fought in Japan and I am so cocky that I refused their titles because I deserve better. You’re so ridiculous. Do you really think you would come to WCF and win titles? Zero titles shot since you joined this company. I will fight and win gold at Explosion but you’ll just be in a fucking triple threat match that will only pad the PPV out. The only meaning for that match on the PPV it’s for you and TUB to believe you’re doing something useful here and maybe you are… Maybe you’re important to be jobbers against the real wrestlers that mean something here. All that matters is winning championships, guys. Anything else in the wrestling world is completely useless.
Jackson goes back to the punching bad and trains his punches.
Jackson: It’s so incoherent that you’re against your ancestors like the founder of the second KKK but you want to dominate the world… I mean, are you really that egocentric? Do you really think you’ll be dominating the world just because you’re a billionaire? Money is just paper. That’s all. You look like Hitler or Stalin. If you want to control the whole world by yourself that only means you want everyone to obey you, so consequently you are just an extremist and a dreamer. It’s time for you to wake up and do something more useful with that money. There are children starving in Africa, there are many, many homeless people that need to eat and a home to sleep, and then there is Gemini Battle with all of his money planning world domination. That makes no sense and angers me so much that I’ll beat the crap out of you just to unleash my rage.
Jackson stops for a while, gets a water bottle and drinks it. He is looking really mad and he is heavily breathing. He tosses the bottle against the wall and screams really loud.
Jackson: How the fuck is this possible? How did I fight for the WCF United States Championship and now I am in this fucking ridiculous match for a title for rookies? I am not a fucking bad wrestler! I am dedicated, determined and hard-working, how does Seth not see that in me? How didn’t I win more matches? Why isn’t my father here with me? Why?!
Jackson’s voice was gradually increasing as his despair was clearly becoming more intense. He started to look up, talking to his father.
Jackson: I try to be confident all the time so I don’t go crazy but sometimes is impossible! Like right now, father! I won that match at XIII, and that gave me an extra motivation to win the TV Title at Explosion but inside my soul I don’t believe I have the capacity to win it. I needed you here dad! Everything would be so much simpler! Why does everything have to be so complex?! I can’t live with death whispering at my ear… The reaper is calling me dead… I hear its voice constantly telling me to leave this planet of misery and sadness... That way I could meet you again!
Jackson sits on the floor, crying. He stays like that for a while but then he stops. He calms down for a little bit, grabs a cigarette and lights it.
Jackson: There is only one reason that is currently holding me to this world: Your killer, dad. I despise him but at the same time I have to thank him right now for holding me to life. I only live to find revenge and lock him down until he loses his sanity and I’ll do it, father. I will. After that I can finally be at peace forever.
Jackson (thinking): Was he inexperienced? Maybe he was still learning how to do be a thief and got nervous. But I think my father was handing him his wallet, why did he pull the trigger?
Samuel’s phone rings. He picks it up and starts talking to someone. After two minutes he hangs up, gets up and starts walking. Jackson leaves the newspaper on the bench and follows him. He walked for a while on some bustling streets with cars honking, people talking on their phones and others delivering publicity. Jackson almost lost Mad Sam in the middle of the crowd.
Jackson (thinking): It was not easy to find you, Samuel. You can’t leave my sight…
The black dude entered a supermarket for Jackson’s surprise. He bought a few snacks and beers and left. He then walked for a while and went to a house. He rang the bell and a white dude received him at the door while checking if anyone was watching. Both men entered and Jackson stayed outside, waiting for Samuel to leave the house.
Jackson: (thinking): I hate waiting for things. You’re annoying me, black piece of shit. I bet you’ll be smoking weed and playing videogames or something while I’m here waiting for you. I’ll just some a cig.
Two hours later
Jackson was almost falling asleep when the house’s door opens and Samuel exits. He started to walk forward and Jackson immediately followed him. He was heading to a dangerous neighborhood but Fenix wasn’t afraid.
Jackson (thinking): I am a pro wrestler. I can easily dodge their attempts to stab me or their punches. Nobody can harm me they are just brainless criminals and drug addicts. But I got to say, those mushrooms the other night were pretty great. Maybe I try it some other time… Maybe not… I drink too much alcohol already.
Samuel turned right into a tight alley. Jackson followed him and Mad Sam instantly choked White, pushing him into the wall.
Samuel: Who the fuck are you and why are you following me?
Jackson couldn’t speak properly, Samuel’s hand was really pressuring his throat.
Jackson: Let… me… speak…
Samuel: Who are you?!
Jackson: Just… Take it easy…
Samuel: I won’t let you go until you tell me who the fuck you are.
Jackson managed to hold Sam’s arm and applied a modified Hip Toss, throwing him to the ground. Samuel got up really quickly and pulled out a knife. His back was in pain though.
Samuel: You know I can kill you if I want, don’t you?
Jackson: Relax dude, I just want to buy you weed… You didn’t give me time to explain that.
Samuel: What? I don’t sell weed.
Jackson: Yes, you do. I’m a friend of Taylor. He told me you sell some decent pot so I was just making sure it was you so I could talk to you.
Samuel stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment. It was enough for Jackson to kick him hard on his hand. He dropped the knife, turned his back on Jackson to grab it again, but “The Fenix” hit a hard Belly to Back Suplex that left him incapacitated on the ground.
Jackson: Now you’re going to tell me everything you know about a man called Anthony White or I’ll make you paraplegic for the rest of your miserable life.
Samuel: I don’t know who he is and even if I knew I wouldn’t tell ya.
Jackson punched Samuel a few times and then slapped him.
Jackson: I’m pretty sure you know who he is. A member of your crew murdered him a few years ago.
Samuel spits blood from his mouth and gets another punch on his teeth.
Jackson: Tell me something or I’ll continue to beat your ass. I’m just starting, I will not be soft.
Samuel punched Jackson on his face and tried to get up. Jackson pulled his arm and hit a strong Clothesline, leaving him on the ground again.
Jackson: Don’t you see that you don’t have any chance of escaping? (Jackson punches him on his nose) Tell me something pig.
Jackson gets him up and hits a Suplex. Samuel was really in pain. His back was almost destroyed.
Samuel: Everything I know is that our boss told us that we can’t murderer anyone unless we are in danger.
Jackson: You weren’t in danger when you killed my father!
Samuel: I never killed anyone…
Black guy: What the fuck?!
A black guy saw Jackson above Samuel and started to run towards him. Jackson dodged a punch by him, and started to punch the man. Samuel took advantage of the distraction and started to run. Jackson and that black guy fought for a while, until White noticed Mad Sam had left and he started to run, trying to see if he was still nearby. He ran through some streets while some black people were staring at him. It was not usual to see a white guy running despairingly looking for someone around that neighborhood. But Samuel had vanished. Jackson couldn’t believe it. At least he could have other chance to find that man in the future or to question another member of The NY Kings because he was disguised.
A few hours later
Fenix had nothing to do, so he went to visit Matt at his work. Everyone there knew Jackson so they just let him in with a few “Hello!”, “How are you doing?” and “Good win on XIII!”. He was famous and it felt good. He felt like this for a while now. Anywhere he goes people recognize him. Even if it is to insult him or tell him he is going to lose, people know him. He is a superstar and he got what he wanted: The spotlight. All the attentions were turned to him. He made a point to his father’s murderer and he learnt how to fight. Those were the things Jackson most wanted when he joined WCF. Jackson finally entered Matt’s office after talking with their employees for a while.
Jackson: May I come in Matt?
Matt was at his desk, talking on the phone with many documents spread all over his office. It was a really big room with a view to the streets of New York.
Matt: Well Mr. Smith we can make the deal. I’ll meet you let’s say… Tomorrow at 9AM? Ok Mr. Smith, see you there. (Hangs off the phone) Hi Jackson, have a sit.
Jackson: Are you busy? I can come back later.
Matt: No, I’m not, I was about to take a break actually. So, how’s everything going?
Jackson: Well I came here to ask you that. Did you have any more problems with The Kings?
Matt: Shhhh! Don’t talk about it here. Let’s go somewhere else.
Both of them got up and went to a coffee near Matt’s office to continue the conversation.
Matt: Let’s say I resolved the situation. I put Doug in charge of taking care of that motherfucker that almost killed me the other night.
Jackson: Today I went after one member of The Kings.
Matt: Why did you do that? Do you know they are dangerous right? They will find you and they will beat the crap out of you!
Jackson: I was wearing a wig and sun glasses. They can’t find me. I went after a guy named Samuel.
Matt’s face was completely pale.
Matt: Mad Sam?
Jackson: Yes, I was following him and then he pushed me into a wall because he noticed me. I managed to punch him and tried to get information about my father’s murderer but some black dude interrupted me and he got away. But at least I am feeling happier. I am finally making progress about my father and I think I’ll be able to make him really proud. I’ll lock the guy who killed him I am sure of it. Matt? Are you listening to me?
Matt was astonished. He couldn’t say one word. He put his hands on his head and looked down.
Jackson: Matt? What’s happening?
Matt: I can’t believe this. I can’t… He told me he was dead… He guaranteed me…
Jackson: Who Matt? Who’s dead?
Matt: Mad Sam was dead… Carl told me Mad Sam was dead…
Jackson: What do you mean?!
Matt: A few months ago Mad Sam attacked a few people of The Dragons and killed one member. I ordered Carl to kill Samuel and he told me he did it… It looks like he lied to me again. And this one I will not forgive… I can’t believe he did this… I have to leave Jackson, thank you for telling me this.
Jackson: No problem… We continue this talk some other time. I told you you couldn’t trust Carl… You didn’t listen to me…
Matt: You were right (getting up) I was so fucking stupid. Bye, I’ll tell you what happened later.
Matt left the coffee and Jackson paid and left too. He went to his home at New York to train for a while for his match on Slam. He was going to team with one of his opponents at Explosion but before the Television Title Match Jackson wanted to concentrate on the tag-team match on Slam. It was an opportunity to show Mikey and Grime what he is made of. Jackson started to punch on his bag for a while. He imagined he was punching Thomas Bates.
Jackson: You think you’re so powerful Thomas, but you’re not… You are just a Sons of Anarchy imitator. A motorcycle club?! For fuck’s sake man! This is a wrestling company, not MotoGP. If you want to race other man in a motorcycle WCF is the wrong place. Besides that, you don’t have a fucking chance against me. My moral is high than ever. On XIII, in case you didn’t notice, I defeated WCF old successful wrestlers by myself. Yes, Dampshaw and Saint were also there but they are just lost souls wandering by this company. I am not. I am part of the wrestling’s next generation but you aren’t Thomas.
Jackson punches the bag really fast and then hits a strong kick.
Jackson: You had your chance to win the Hardcore Title and you lost it. Now you’ll be just like my last opponents: you’ll be wandering from match to match just crying because you can’t make your father and uncle proud. Guess who is having a title match on next PPV? That’s right, “The Fenix”. The explosion will not harm me, it will make me stronger. You will win nothing on Slam neither on Explosion, just because you’re not a true wrestler. You may be a weightlifter, I can admit that, but you’re not good fighting. Nobody needs to be muscled to win wrestling matches! I am not that physically appealing and I’ve already shown that I deserve some gold on my waist. I will get it on Explosion but I will have the pleasure to crush your head with my finisher on Slam. Your whole family will witness your failure when my wings choke your throat and you can’t breathe anymore. Not even your mom will be sad for your death.
Jackson stops punching the bag and starts to do push-ups.
Jackson: Gemini Battle, you’re on the match too… You’re just another arrogant and deluded weak wrestler that will be destroyed by me. Look at me I fought in Japan and I am so cocky that I refused their titles because I deserve better. You’re so ridiculous. Do you really think you would come to WCF and win titles? Zero titles shot since you joined this company. I will fight and win gold at Explosion but you’ll just be in a fucking triple threat match that will only pad the PPV out. The only meaning for that match on the PPV it’s for you and TUB to believe you’re doing something useful here and maybe you are… Maybe you’re important to be jobbers against the real wrestlers that mean something here. All that matters is winning championships, guys. Anything else in the wrestling world is completely useless.
Jackson goes back to the punching bad and trains his punches.
Jackson: It’s so incoherent that you’re against your ancestors like the founder of the second KKK but you want to dominate the world… I mean, are you really that egocentric? Do you really think you’ll be dominating the world just because you’re a billionaire? Money is just paper. That’s all. You look like Hitler or Stalin. If you want to control the whole world by yourself that only means you want everyone to obey you, so consequently you are just an extremist and a dreamer. It’s time for you to wake up and do something more useful with that money. There are children starving in Africa, there are many, many homeless people that need to eat and a home to sleep, and then there is Gemini Battle with all of his money planning world domination. That makes no sense and angers me so much that I’ll beat the crap out of you just to unleash my rage.
Jackson stops for a while, gets a water bottle and drinks it. He is looking really mad and he is heavily breathing. He tosses the bottle against the wall and screams really loud.
Jackson: How the fuck is this possible? How did I fight for the WCF United States Championship and now I am in this fucking ridiculous match for a title for rookies? I am not a fucking bad wrestler! I am dedicated, determined and hard-working, how does Seth not see that in me? How didn’t I win more matches? Why isn’t my father here with me? Why?!
Jackson’s voice was gradually increasing as his despair was clearly becoming more intense. He started to look up, talking to his father.
Jackson: I try to be confident all the time so I don’t go crazy but sometimes is impossible! Like right now, father! I won that match at XIII, and that gave me an extra motivation to win the TV Title at Explosion but inside my soul I don’t believe I have the capacity to win it. I needed you here dad! Everything would be so much simpler! Why does everything have to be so complex?! I can’t live with death whispering at my ear… The reaper is calling me dead… I hear its voice constantly telling me to leave this planet of misery and sadness... That way I could meet you again!
Jackson sits on the floor, crying. He stays like that for a while but then he stops. He calms down for a little bit, grabs a cigarette and lights it.
Jackson: There is only one reason that is currently holding me to this world: Your killer, dad. I despise him but at the same time I have to thank him right now for holding me to life. I only live to find revenge and lock him down until he loses his sanity and I’ll do it, father. I will. After that I can finally be at peace forever.
