Post by Jackson White on Apr 12, 2015 15:03:56 GMT -5
A black man is sitting on a bench in a New York’s park. He is a bald man and he’s wearing a suit. Everything around him was quiet which was normal since it was only 8:30 AM. There were just some people walking their dogs and others jogging. The black man was carrying an envelope and started to look at his watch, impatiently. He started to shake his leg like he was waiting for something, or someone. There was a lake near him with some ducks swimming and some frogs eating flies. Five minutes passed and the man was constantly checking his watch and looking around. Suddenly, a man with a hoodie and sunglasses sat right next to him. The black man looked at him then around, like he was looking for something.
Black man: You’re late.
The man took off the sunglasses. It was Jackson White. He stared at the man with a serious look on his face.
Jackson: I needed some time to make sure there wasn’t anybody else around. I’m sure you can forgive me. So tell me, what did you find out?
The black man delivered the envelope to Jackson as he started to talk.
Black man: I couldn’t find anything relevant about William. But it has some info on him on the envelope.
Jackson: So basically I paid you for nothing.
Black man: Not exactly. I found out many things about his right-hand. His name is Jordan. He controls the streets while Will stays hidden. When he has some free time he plays basketball at the same place every day. I took some photos of him near some members of the NY Kings dealing drugs. He didn’t do anything illegal, though. He only orders them to do. They may be street criminals but they are not dumb. At least, their leader isn’t.
Jackson: Alright. Thank you. Here is the other half of the payment, as we agreed.
The black man counted the money and nodded to Jackson. He got up, took a disposable mobile phone out of his pocket and broke it in half, throwing it to a garbage can and leaving the park. Jackson got up too and headed to the other side of the park.
FLASHBACK STARTS
The date is 20th of May of 2007. Jackson arrived home with a driving license on his hand, running towards his father that was sitting in the living room reading a newspaper. Anthony wasn’t a very tall man. He wasn’t very young anymore too. He had grey short hair and smiled at Jackson, realizing his son was really happy.
Jackson: I passed the exam dad! I can drive now!
Anthony: Congratulations Jackson! Mary! Come here honey!
Jackson’s mom arrived at the living room wearing an apron and cleaning her hands with a piece of cloth.
Mary: Jackson, you’re here!
Jackson: Mom, look! I passed the driving exam!
Mary: That’s great sweetie! I can see that what your father thought you was worth it!
Jackson: You’re right, thank you dad!
Jackson hugged his father with a really big smile on his face.
Anthony: Follow me, son. I have a surprise for you.
Jackson and his father got out of the house and went to the garage. Everything was dark.
Anthony: Turn the lights on, Jackson.
Jackson pressed the switch and the lights turned on. At the end of the garage there was a black motorcycle. It was a pretty decent one, but not too expensive. Jackson’s mouth was wide opened. He couldn’t believe his parents had buy him a bike like that.
Jackson: Obrigado pai! (Thank you dad!)
Anthony: Your mother helped me choosing it. Thank her too.
Jackson: Sure dad! Can I try it now?
Anthony: Yes, you can but remember, be careful!
FLASHBACK ENDS
Jackson is walking in the street with the envelope on his hand. Suddenly a motorcycle stops next to him and a really huge man that was riding it takes off his helmet. It was Doug.
Doug: Hey Jackson! How are you doing?
Jackson: Oh, hi Doug. Well, I could be worse… I didn’t know you had a motorcycle!
Doug: Yeah I love to ride man since I was a kid that I have this huge passion for motorcycles. Why? Do you like to ride, too?
Jackson: I used to… I don’t do it anymore…
Doug: Why?
Jackson: It brings me bad memories… I mean I loved to ride… It’s therapeutic I forget my problems when I do that. I have to be concentrated in the road and in what’s in front of me and I don’t care about anything else. But something bad happened when I was about to ride my motorcycle…
Doug: Did you have an accident?
Jackson: No… The night in which my dad I parked my bike in an alley… When we were about to go home a masked man appeared and told us to approach him and handle him our money… After that I can’t remember anything… That’s why I can’t ride, Doug. It freaks me out.
Doug: Look, I understand you. It’s hard for you to face things that make you remember your father’s murderer. But you have to move on, Jackson. It’s been too much time.
Jackson: I can’t move on, Doug.
Doug: Of course you can. You are so busy with so many things, Jackson. You can’t be thinking about your dad all the time. Take my advice, start to ride again.
Jackson: I’ll think about it…
Doug: I have to go now. Have a nice day my man.
Doug put his helmet on and left. Jackson continued to walk thinking if he should ride his motorcycle again. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to look at that bike again. After a few minutes he arrived home. He closed the door and grabbed a bear like he usually does. He put the envelope over the table and sat on the couch with his laptop on.
Jackson: Slam’s card is available. Let’s see who I am facing on Sunday.
Jackson scrolled down and read his opponent’s name. He then started to laugh really hard for about 30 seconds, completely forgetting about reading the information the black man handed to him earlier on that day.
Jackson: Another lunatic? Why do I always have to face insane people on my matches? I’m tired of facing guys that talk to an imaginary being or wrestlers that came out of an asylum. Now I’m going to fight a crazy pussy that has two different people talking inside his head. I hope Seth doesn’t consider me a mad person too. I am completely aware of my sanity.
Jackson drinks the beer until it’s over, gets up and gets another one.
Jackson: Poor Marc, he was betrayed by his boyfriend Logan. I’m so sad that The Hotdog Kings don’t exist anymore… Bazinga! You know what Mayhem? You should be more careful. How the hell do you let someone do that to you? I’m sure you’re so dumb and so naive that you are not able to distinguish who is your real friend or who is a fake friend. You see, Logan preferred to stay with Katherine Phoenix and help her win the match at Explosion than to be by your side at the most ridiculous tag-team I’ve ever seen in Professional Wrestling. It’s understandable he did that to you, Mayhem. He would rather keep fucking her all the time than to keep being a loser because of his stupid partner. I wouldn’t betray you because I have different values than your ex-boyfriend but I would never team-up with you. I would only be in the same team with someone that understands me and someone I can trust completely. So don’t blame Logan for betraying you, blame yourself for being a fucking nobody.
Jackson was going to take another sip on the beer, but the bottle is empty. He gets angry and gets another beer from the fridge. He used to drink beer and talk alone about his opponents many times, it helped him distracting from being depressed about his father and it was a way of unleashing his pain.
Jackson: And I know that I haven’t won a match since XIII but I’ve accomplished more than this piece of shit. I didn’t win at Explosion but I was so close… So damn close… It destroys me inside knowing that an asshole like Grime continues to hold that belt… If only I could do something about it now… Well, the only thing I must think now is my match with Marc Sausage. Well, I guess he doesn’t have a sausage anymore… Maybe he never had it! Maybe that’s why he was in a team named Hotdog Kings… To pretend he was a man… But he is not! I have to leave Slam on top… I can’t lose again. I can’t let my father and my country down again… But even losing all these matches I’m still one of the most polemic superstars… Everybody talks about me! I’ll always be remembered as the fucking first Portuguese wrestler in WCF. I’m still the guy everybody hates because I claimed to be the best. I keep considering I am a god and it makes people angry and jealous. The truth is, most people wouldn’t survive that shot, but I did. I am here, alive, drinking this delicious beer and almost finding out who was holding that gun. I’m still here, alive, fighting people and getting paid for it. Even if I’m not a champion or even if I lose all my next matches, what’s the matter? I got what I wanted in the first place. All that matters is me finding the truth and make sure justice is finally applied. Maybe my destiny is not to win titles but sacrifice myself to find my dad’s murderer. But destiny is just bullshit… Why there would be a fucking divinity that decides that the best man that has ever stepped on this evil world should die like that? It doesn’t make sense…
Jackson took off a cigarette out of his pocket and lighted it. He started to smoke and stood silent for a while. Suddenly, a tear rolled down Jackson’s face.
Jackson: I’m just fooling myself, right dad? I am a loser. What did I win at WCF since I joined it? Nothing… Fucking zero. Nada. I know I am a newcomer but it’s about time I make something that makes people respect me… Being a foreigner in an American wrestling company is already hard to deal with but I’ve been losing week after week… When I’m really close to win a title it all fades away right in front of my eyes. At Payback I was so excited… I was new at WCF and I had already a title shot… But it was a better newcomer than me that conquered it. When I faced Occulo at Timebomb I beat the crap out of him and during the match I really thought I was going to be able to win it… But it all faded away right in front of me. At Slam, at the Battle Royal for the USA Title I was in the last three wrestlers but I was eliminated. And now… at Explosion… it all happened again. Why? Why does this happen to me? Why dad? Answer me… If you are there, if you are listening to me, give me a sign… What should I do? Should I give up wrestling and devoting my entire time finding out who killed you? Should I listen to mom and Matt and just stop being so paranoid and obsessed about you? Would I win more matches if I did that? Help me, for fuck’s sake, dad… Help me!
Jackson was looking up waiting for a sign but all he got back was silence. He looked down crying for a few seconds but then cleaned the tears out of his face and got up, drinking a third beer. The alcohol and the nicotine were the only thing that was calming him down.
Jackson: Sometimes I am so sure you’re listening to me dad… I am not religious but there are moments that I really feel you’re up there listening to your son… But right now, after all this time looking for your murderer and being so helpless and feeling so alone, I don’t believe you’re there. I know it’s not your fault, but what’s the point of keep talking to you? I’ll not be answered… I’ll always feel alone... But well, it doesn’t matter. Do you know what’s important to me dad? The truth. That’s all that matters to me. That’s what’s keeping my heart beating. I’m not afraid to lose my matches. I’m not afraid of you not being there listening and helping me. I’m only afraid I’ll never find him, father. What if I never do? What if that monster is still out there? What if that monster is already dead? How the fuck will I have some closure? It chokes me every day.
Suddenly, Jackson looked at the envelope and remembered it contained some information about the NY King’s leader’s right hand. He got up and opened it. He found some locations where William is at almost every week and some names that are with him all the time. The guy Jackson hired did a pretty good job. But he couldn’t deal with The Kings at that point. He needed a break of his investigation before continuing it. He needed to focus on his match for Slam.
Jackson: This is time for me to change. I’ll beat Marc Mayhem and show everybody in WCF why I am the best Portuguese wrestler.
But I need to relax first… I am too nervous… I wonder if Doug is right… Should I ride my motorcycle again?
Jackson stood still for a while and got the courage to get up. He went to his garage and like a few years ago he turned the switch on and the lights turned on. There it was his first and only bike he had. He touched it with a huge smile on his face, and some tears on his eyes. He put the helmet on and drove it for a while. He forgot every single problem he had at that moment. It looked like the first time he had wrestle in WCF.
Black man: You’re late.
The man took off the sunglasses. It was Jackson White. He stared at the man with a serious look on his face.
Jackson: I needed some time to make sure there wasn’t anybody else around. I’m sure you can forgive me. So tell me, what did you find out?
The black man delivered the envelope to Jackson as he started to talk.
Black man: I couldn’t find anything relevant about William. But it has some info on him on the envelope.
Jackson: So basically I paid you for nothing.
Black man: Not exactly. I found out many things about his right-hand. His name is Jordan. He controls the streets while Will stays hidden. When he has some free time he plays basketball at the same place every day. I took some photos of him near some members of the NY Kings dealing drugs. He didn’t do anything illegal, though. He only orders them to do. They may be street criminals but they are not dumb. At least, their leader isn’t.
Jackson: Alright. Thank you. Here is the other half of the payment, as we agreed.
The black man counted the money and nodded to Jackson. He got up, took a disposable mobile phone out of his pocket and broke it in half, throwing it to a garbage can and leaving the park. Jackson got up too and headed to the other side of the park.
FLASHBACK STARTS
The date is 20th of May of 2007. Jackson arrived home with a driving license on his hand, running towards his father that was sitting in the living room reading a newspaper. Anthony wasn’t a very tall man. He wasn’t very young anymore too. He had grey short hair and smiled at Jackson, realizing his son was really happy.
Jackson: I passed the exam dad! I can drive now!
Anthony: Congratulations Jackson! Mary! Come here honey!
Jackson’s mom arrived at the living room wearing an apron and cleaning her hands with a piece of cloth.
Mary: Jackson, you’re here!
Jackson: Mom, look! I passed the driving exam!
Mary: That’s great sweetie! I can see that what your father thought you was worth it!
Jackson: You’re right, thank you dad!
Jackson hugged his father with a really big smile on his face.
Anthony: Follow me, son. I have a surprise for you.
Jackson and his father got out of the house and went to the garage. Everything was dark.
Anthony: Turn the lights on, Jackson.
Jackson pressed the switch and the lights turned on. At the end of the garage there was a black motorcycle. It was a pretty decent one, but not too expensive. Jackson’s mouth was wide opened. He couldn’t believe his parents had buy him a bike like that.
Jackson: Obrigado pai! (Thank you dad!)
Anthony: Your mother helped me choosing it. Thank her too.
Jackson: Sure dad! Can I try it now?
Anthony: Yes, you can but remember, be careful!
FLASHBACK ENDS
Jackson is walking in the street with the envelope on his hand. Suddenly a motorcycle stops next to him and a really huge man that was riding it takes off his helmet. It was Doug.
Doug: Hey Jackson! How are you doing?
Jackson: Oh, hi Doug. Well, I could be worse… I didn’t know you had a motorcycle!
Doug: Yeah I love to ride man since I was a kid that I have this huge passion for motorcycles. Why? Do you like to ride, too?
Jackson: I used to… I don’t do it anymore…
Doug: Why?
Jackson: It brings me bad memories… I mean I loved to ride… It’s therapeutic I forget my problems when I do that. I have to be concentrated in the road and in what’s in front of me and I don’t care about anything else. But something bad happened when I was about to ride my motorcycle…
Doug: Did you have an accident?
Jackson: No… The night in which my dad I parked my bike in an alley… When we were about to go home a masked man appeared and told us to approach him and handle him our money… After that I can’t remember anything… That’s why I can’t ride, Doug. It freaks me out.
Doug: Look, I understand you. It’s hard for you to face things that make you remember your father’s murderer. But you have to move on, Jackson. It’s been too much time.
Jackson: I can’t move on, Doug.
Doug: Of course you can. You are so busy with so many things, Jackson. You can’t be thinking about your dad all the time. Take my advice, start to ride again.
Jackson: I’ll think about it…
Doug: I have to go now. Have a nice day my man.
Doug put his helmet on and left. Jackson continued to walk thinking if he should ride his motorcycle again. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to look at that bike again. After a few minutes he arrived home. He closed the door and grabbed a bear like he usually does. He put the envelope over the table and sat on the couch with his laptop on.
Jackson: Slam’s card is available. Let’s see who I am facing on Sunday.
Jackson scrolled down and read his opponent’s name. He then started to laugh really hard for about 30 seconds, completely forgetting about reading the information the black man handed to him earlier on that day.
Jackson: Another lunatic? Why do I always have to face insane people on my matches? I’m tired of facing guys that talk to an imaginary being or wrestlers that came out of an asylum. Now I’m going to fight a crazy pussy that has two different people talking inside his head. I hope Seth doesn’t consider me a mad person too. I am completely aware of my sanity.
Jackson drinks the beer until it’s over, gets up and gets another one.
Jackson: Poor Marc, he was betrayed by his boyfriend Logan. I’m so sad that The Hotdog Kings don’t exist anymore… Bazinga! You know what Mayhem? You should be more careful. How the hell do you let someone do that to you? I’m sure you’re so dumb and so naive that you are not able to distinguish who is your real friend or who is a fake friend. You see, Logan preferred to stay with Katherine Phoenix and help her win the match at Explosion than to be by your side at the most ridiculous tag-team I’ve ever seen in Professional Wrestling. It’s understandable he did that to you, Mayhem. He would rather keep fucking her all the time than to keep being a loser because of his stupid partner. I wouldn’t betray you because I have different values than your ex-boyfriend but I would never team-up with you. I would only be in the same team with someone that understands me and someone I can trust completely. So don’t blame Logan for betraying you, blame yourself for being a fucking nobody.
Jackson was going to take another sip on the beer, but the bottle is empty. He gets angry and gets another beer from the fridge. He used to drink beer and talk alone about his opponents many times, it helped him distracting from being depressed about his father and it was a way of unleashing his pain.
Jackson: And I know that I haven’t won a match since XIII but I’ve accomplished more than this piece of shit. I didn’t win at Explosion but I was so close… So damn close… It destroys me inside knowing that an asshole like Grime continues to hold that belt… If only I could do something about it now… Well, the only thing I must think now is my match with Marc Sausage. Well, I guess he doesn’t have a sausage anymore… Maybe he never had it! Maybe that’s why he was in a team named Hotdog Kings… To pretend he was a man… But he is not! I have to leave Slam on top… I can’t lose again. I can’t let my father and my country down again… But even losing all these matches I’m still one of the most polemic superstars… Everybody talks about me! I’ll always be remembered as the fucking first Portuguese wrestler in WCF. I’m still the guy everybody hates because I claimed to be the best. I keep considering I am a god and it makes people angry and jealous. The truth is, most people wouldn’t survive that shot, but I did. I am here, alive, drinking this delicious beer and almost finding out who was holding that gun. I’m still here, alive, fighting people and getting paid for it. Even if I’m not a champion or even if I lose all my next matches, what’s the matter? I got what I wanted in the first place. All that matters is me finding the truth and make sure justice is finally applied. Maybe my destiny is not to win titles but sacrifice myself to find my dad’s murderer. But destiny is just bullshit… Why there would be a fucking divinity that decides that the best man that has ever stepped on this evil world should die like that? It doesn’t make sense…
Jackson took off a cigarette out of his pocket and lighted it. He started to smoke and stood silent for a while. Suddenly, a tear rolled down Jackson’s face.
Jackson: I’m just fooling myself, right dad? I am a loser. What did I win at WCF since I joined it? Nothing… Fucking zero. Nada. I know I am a newcomer but it’s about time I make something that makes people respect me… Being a foreigner in an American wrestling company is already hard to deal with but I’ve been losing week after week… When I’m really close to win a title it all fades away right in front of my eyes. At Payback I was so excited… I was new at WCF and I had already a title shot… But it was a better newcomer than me that conquered it. When I faced Occulo at Timebomb I beat the crap out of him and during the match I really thought I was going to be able to win it… But it all faded away right in front of me. At Slam, at the Battle Royal for the USA Title I was in the last three wrestlers but I was eliminated. And now… at Explosion… it all happened again. Why? Why does this happen to me? Why dad? Answer me… If you are there, if you are listening to me, give me a sign… What should I do? Should I give up wrestling and devoting my entire time finding out who killed you? Should I listen to mom and Matt and just stop being so paranoid and obsessed about you? Would I win more matches if I did that? Help me, for fuck’s sake, dad… Help me!
Jackson was looking up waiting for a sign but all he got back was silence. He looked down crying for a few seconds but then cleaned the tears out of his face and got up, drinking a third beer. The alcohol and the nicotine were the only thing that was calming him down.
Jackson: Sometimes I am so sure you’re listening to me dad… I am not religious but there are moments that I really feel you’re up there listening to your son… But right now, after all this time looking for your murderer and being so helpless and feeling so alone, I don’t believe you’re there. I know it’s not your fault, but what’s the point of keep talking to you? I’ll not be answered… I’ll always feel alone... But well, it doesn’t matter. Do you know what’s important to me dad? The truth. That’s all that matters to me. That’s what’s keeping my heart beating. I’m not afraid to lose my matches. I’m not afraid of you not being there listening and helping me. I’m only afraid I’ll never find him, father. What if I never do? What if that monster is still out there? What if that monster is already dead? How the fuck will I have some closure? It chokes me every day.
Suddenly, Jackson looked at the envelope and remembered it contained some information about the NY King’s leader’s right hand. He got up and opened it. He found some locations where William is at almost every week and some names that are with him all the time. The guy Jackson hired did a pretty good job. But he couldn’t deal with The Kings at that point. He needed a break of his investigation before continuing it. He needed to focus on his match for Slam.
Jackson: This is time for me to change. I’ll beat Marc Mayhem and show everybody in WCF why I am the best Portuguese wrestler.
But I need to relax first… I am too nervous… I wonder if Doug is right… Should I ride my motorcycle again?
Jackson stood still for a while and got the courage to get up. He went to his garage and like a few years ago he turned the switch on and the lights turned on. There it was his first and only bike he had. He touched it with a huge smile on his face, and some tears on his eyes. He put the helmet on and drove it for a while. He forgot every single problem he had at that moment. It looked like the first time he had wrestle in WCF.
