Post by Jackson White on Aug 16, 2015 9:48:51 GMT -5
Jackson’s apartment
12 AM
Jackson woke up with a hangover and slowly got up from his bed, holding his head with his hand. He had gone with his girlfriend and some friends to a club last night to celebrate his win on last Slam’s main-event. He was unkempt and he could barely open his eyes. He struggled to open the bedroom door as he was weak as hell. He took a quick shower and then went to the kitchen and started to prepare a coffee. He filled a cup with it and then sat on the couch, opening his laptop. He entered WCF.COM to see next Slam’s card.
Jackson: What’s next for me? A title shot? A number one contender match? I mean, I won last Slam’s main-event and I’ve been showing everyone that I deserve to be on top. I’m sure there’ll be given me a chance to proof that I deserve to have gold around my waist.
He clicks on Slam Card and reads his match.
Jackson: What the fuck? Who are these sons of bitches tagging with me? Besides, why am I on a meaningless match? Are they fucking kidding me? Do they think I am their puppet? I am their employee, but I am not a fucking slave! They give me title shots and put me on important matches such as Ultimate Ninth and last Slam’s main-event and now I am on the mid-card fighting the Angels of Death? Seth must be taking acids. Is this because I am a foreigner? Is this because I don’t want to be on the spotlight? Maybe I need to be more like those posers that are average wrestlers but are good-looking men so WCF has a lot of profit because of them. Is that what they want? I am talented, hard-worker and loyal to this company and they repay me like this? They think that I am at the same level as The Angels of Death?! Night Rider gets pinned and I win the match, but they put me fighting him.
I’ve already shown that I am better than Rider. He has done nothing but lose since he returned, I’ve fought impressive matches since I returned. I defeated Gemini Battle. I almost got into Ultimate Showdown. I almost defeated DRG for the Trio Titles, I defeated names like Scarecrow, Alex Richards and Thomas Bates last week, the only guy that pinned me since I returned is one of the best wrestlers in the world: Scarecrow, on the rest of the matches I either won or didn’t get pinned. And yet, I am fighting a nobody named Night Rider. I am fighting a man that lost every match so far except for one in which it was his partner that pinned one of his opponents and another one against a woman. How the fuck does this make sense? I don’t even understand why Seth allows alcoholics and junkies fight for his company. Right, I forgot he’s a freaking drunk as well.
Does Night Rider think he’s a badass? I’m a fucking badass! I’ve been facing some of the most dangerous gangsters in New York City. I’ve been fighting and defeating main-eventers of this company. I’ve defeated some WCF veterans at XIII what else am I supposed to do so people see my value? How do they dare to compare me with wrestlers like Night Rider? It’s unacceptable that they make me fight a loser after everything I’ve done in this company. Even is name is ridiculous! Who the fuck cares if he only rides at night? Who the fuck cares about him and the Angels of Death?
Jackson got up and lighted a cigarette. He started to walk around his living room as he stretched his head and kicked one of his chairs.
Jackson: Denise D’Evil? What the fuck? Who is she? Is she married to Zombie McMorris? They would make a beautiful couple. Except that Night Rider is in love with her. So romantic. Bullshit. If she’s the woman of his life why did they fight at Ultimate Showdown? How can two members of the same stable face each other in a wrestling match? Are they that loyal to each other that it doesn’t matter that they are hurting and beating the shit out of each other?
Yeah she won some titles in WCF in the past but it doesn’t matter to me. FPV, John Barber and Remus Micayle were former champions and I won the fucking match against them. Gemini Battle is a current champion and I defeated him at Blast. Titles are overrated. Scarecrow is one of the best in this industry and he’s holding low-card belts. Besides that, what the fuck has she done since she returned? Winning matches against newcomers? Defeating Celeste? How is that better than, for example, winning against Biohazard or Tyler Walker? How is that more impressive than winning a match against some local wrestler? It is not. It doesn’t scare me that she was successful a while ago. The past doesn’t matter. I was weaker when I was younger and now I am one of the best brawlers in WCF. Now I am the best Portuguese wrestler that ever stepped a wrestling ring.
Her moral will be low. Beating Celeste is not enough for her to feel better after losing to Night Rider. WCF is not a place for women. Even if she’s immortal, I don’t fucking care. McMorris is immortal and he didn’t win the Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal. Denise’s time is up. She won’t bring anything good to WCF, it is better for her to dedicate her time to something else. Start to practice another sport. I don’t know, maybe a sport more suitable for ladies. Cooking, for example. Wait, cooking is not a sport is it? Whatever.
He took one last drag on the cigarette and stopped in front of a wall with many newspaper’s articles and some information about his father’s murderer.
Jackson: Something here is not right. I’m sure detective Charles Robinson didn’t tell me the truth. But I’ll get to it. I’m sure I’ll do. Don’t worry dad, your son will make sure truth prevails. But I need your help. Guide me, please.
12 AM
Jackson woke up with a hangover and slowly got up from his bed, holding his head with his hand. He had gone with his girlfriend and some friends to a club last night to celebrate his win on last Slam’s main-event. He was unkempt and he could barely open his eyes. He struggled to open the bedroom door as he was weak as hell. He took a quick shower and then went to the kitchen and started to prepare a coffee. He filled a cup with it and then sat on the couch, opening his laptop. He entered WCF.COM to see next Slam’s card.
Jackson: What’s next for me? A title shot? A number one contender match? I mean, I won last Slam’s main-event and I’ve been showing everyone that I deserve to be on top. I’m sure there’ll be given me a chance to proof that I deserve to have gold around my waist.
He clicks on Slam Card and reads his match.
Jackson: What the fuck? Who are these sons of bitches tagging with me? Besides, why am I on a meaningless match? Are they fucking kidding me? Do they think I am their puppet? I am their employee, but I am not a fucking slave! They give me title shots and put me on important matches such as Ultimate Ninth and last Slam’s main-event and now I am on the mid-card fighting the Angels of Death? Seth must be taking acids. Is this because I am a foreigner? Is this because I don’t want to be on the spotlight? Maybe I need to be more like those posers that are average wrestlers but are good-looking men so WCF has a lot of profit because of them. Is that what they want? I am talented, hard-worker and loyal to this company and they repay me like this? They think that I am at the same level as The Angels of Death?! Night Rider gets pinned and I win the match, but they put me fighting him.
I’ve already shown that I am better than Rider. He has done nothing but lose since he returned, I’ve fought impressive matches since I returned. I defeated Gemini Battle. I almost got into Ultimate Showdown. I almost defeated DRG for the Trio Titles, I defeated names like Scarecrow, Alex Richards and Thomas Bates last week, the only guy that pinned me since I returned is one of the best wrestlers in the world: Scarecrow, on the rest of the matches I either won or didn’t get pinned. And yet, I am fighting a nobody named Night Rider. I am fighting a man that lost every match so far except for one in which it was his partner that pinned one of his opponents and another one against a woman. How the fuck does this make sense? I don’t even understand why Seth allows alcoholics and junkies fight for his company. Right, I forgot he’s a freaking drunk as well.
Does Night Rider think he’s a badass? I’m a fucking badass! I’ve been facing some of the most dangerous gangsters in New York City. I’ve been fighting and defeating main-eventers of this company. I’ve defeated some WCF veterans at XIII what else am I supposed to do so people see my value? How do they dare to compare me with wrestlers like Night Rider? It’s unacceptable that they make me fight a loser after everything I’ve done in this company. Even is name is ridiculous! Who the fuck cares if he only rides at night? Who the fuck cares about him and the Angels of Death?
Jackson got up and lighted a cigarette. He started to walk around his living room as he stretched his head and kicked one of his chairs.
Jackson: Denise D’Evil? What the fuck? Who is she? Is she married to Zombie McMorris? They would make a beautiful couple. Except that Night Rider is in love with her. So romantic. Bullshit. If she’s the woman of his life why did they fight at Ultimate Showdown? How can two members of the same stable face each other in a wrestling match? Are they that loyal to each other that it doesn’t matter that they are hurting and beating the shit out of each other?
Yeah she won some titles in WCF in the past but it doesn’t matter to me. FPV, John Barber and Remus Micayle were former champions and I won the fucking match against them. Gemini Battle is a current champion and I defeated him at Blast. Titles are overrated. Scarecrow is one of the best in this industry and he’s holding low-card belts. Besides that, what the fuck has she done since she returned? Winning matches against newcomers? Defeating Celeste? How is that better than, for example, winning against Biohazard or Tyler Walker? How is that more impressive than winning a match against some local wrestler? It is not. It doesn’t scare me that she was successful a while ago. The past doesn’t matter. I was weaker when I was younger and now I am one of the best brawlers in WCF. Now I am the best Portuguese wrestler that ever stepped a wrestling ring.
Her moral will be low. Beating Celeste is not enough for her to feel better after losing to Night Rider. WCF is not a place for women. Even if she’s immortal, I don’t fucking care. McMorris is immortal and he didn’t win the Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal. Denise’s time is up. She won’t bring anything good to WCF, it is better for her to dedicate her time to something else. Start to practice another sport. I don’t know, maybe a sport more suitable for ladies. Cooking, for example. Wait, cooking is not a sport is it? Whatever.
He took one last drag on the cigarette and stopped in front of a wall with many newspaper’s articles and some information about his father’s murderer.
Jackson: Something here is not right. I’m sure detective Charles Robinson didn’t tell me the truth. But I’ll get to it. I’m sure I’ll do. Don’t worry dad, your son will make sure truth prevails. But I need your help. Guide me, please.
