Post by Jack Jones on Nov 24, 2020 19:43:57 GMT -5
The scene pans over a 80 acre farm land. This is where watermelon gets planted. Each year after harvest the soil needs to be upended and basically shredded with a tractor. After a month the soil settles down. Farmers do this so if they choose to plant a different fruit or vegetable so the ground can be sure to take that. If you do not do this, then the ground will get accustomed to only the one fruit or vegetable and if you try something different it will fail.
Jack is walking through the cold field. He has on jeans, boots, a stetson hat, and a denim wool jacket. It is 56 degrees this morning, not cold by any means but not warm either.
“Ya know a lot of people think that life on a farm or ranch is pretty boring. And actually they are right. It is boring. There aint no honking cars, nor yelling people. There aint no giant malls or 30 screen movie theatres. There are no bars or restaurants. Around here if you wanna eat or drink like that. You start a fire, cook some meat over an open fire bust out a tequila bottle and you got yourself a hillbilly restaurant. Ha and as weird as that might seem to some of you. Its awesome. Nothing tastes better than that smell on food as it roasts over a mesquite fire. And in that moment as the light fades you feel like you are one with the world. Like in this very moment life caint be no better. Sitting by the fire with family or friends, telling stories bout days long gone. We look up at the stars wit a smile on our faces. And still there is that sadness in us, as we also remember those that came before us, those that are no longer with us. And we miss them all the more. Sorrow is an awful thing.”
Jack pauses for a moment. He reaches down and grabs some dirt. He plays with it in his hand and then lets it drop back to the earth.
“Ya know some people are afraid of getting their hands dirty. Something about hard work doesnt agree with them. Others are fine with it. Me I prefer the hard work. Cause once its done, its done. Its yours, you made it, you earned it, you worked hard to create it. Which brings me to Lucas. Where should I start? Lets start at the beginning. Lucas you are a fine champion. But not a great one. At least not yet. You see to me a world champion should be like our hardcore champion. You should defend the title every single Titans. And yet ya dont. Its like you are looking for ways to postpone the invetible. And inevitable it will be. Last time you lost the world title you ran away like a little girl. Now everyone in the back is thinking that if you lose it this time around, you’ll run away again. You are more like Nirvana than you or anyone would care to admit. You shoulldnt have to wait for someone to come out and challenge you. Or attack you before you decide its ok to face them. You should be the one attacking and setting your will upon others. But you are not. You only react to what others do. And that is not the mark of a good champion. But then again that could have been said by anyone even Emerson. But he’s never been the big ego type. You are different from him and yet you are not seen in the same light. Maybe I expected more from a man with your talent, and maybe we expected too much of you. Sad either way, dontcha think?”
Jack takes a spin around the field surveying everything.
“You got to tear up your own soil and start fresh cause whatever you think you are doing now is stagnant and stale. We want a world champion that can take leadership and guide us into a new beginning. Not a champion that only sits around thinking of ways not to defend what is his, nor a champion that waits for someone he thinks is worthy of a shot. Be the monster we thought you could be and not whatever is here now”
Jack starts walking back home.
His mind wanders to Candace. He wonders how she will react to hearing that he has a world title shot this week and not her. Ta be honest it should be her there on the verge of winning her first world title in SFT. A part of me wishes it wasnt me this week facing Lucas, simply because I wouldnt want her to be angry or worse if I should win the world title. But a part of me wants to win it, maybe to show her that I am worthy of the world title and also worthy of her. What better way to accompany a queen than on the arm of a king.
(Jack smiles for a moment)
Life has been very hard for me. I am god fearing man. I work hard, I take care of my family. And at night I sleep soundly with little things on my mind keeping me up at night. I have lived life the right way. I go to church every Sunday morning and I pray every night before I go to sleep. And I dont know if that is the kind of man Candace would really want? A simple ordinary man, I think she deserves better than me.
I will put it in Gods hands. If its mean to be then its meant to be.
Fade to light
Jack is walking through the cold field. He has on jeans, boots, a stetson hat, and a denim wool jacket. It is 56 degrees this morning, not cold by any means but not warm either.
“Ya know a lot of people think that life on a farm or ranch is pretty boring. And actually they are right. It is boring. There aint no honking cars, nor yelling people. There aint no giant malls or 30 screen movie theatres. There are no bars or restaurants. Around here if you wanna eat or drink like that. You start a fire, cook some meat over an open fire bust out a tequila bottle and you got yourself a hillbilly restaurant. Ha and as weird as that might seem to some of you. Its awesome. Nothing tastes better than that smell on food as it roasts over a mesquite fire. And in that moment as the light fades you feel like you are one with the world. Like in this very moment life caint be no better. Sitting by the fire with family or friends, telling stories bout days long gone. We look up at the stars wit a smile on our faces. And still there is that sadness in us, as we also remember those that came before us, those that are no longer with us. And we miss them all the more. Sorrow is an awful thing.”
Jack pauses for a moment. He reaches down and grabs some dirt. He plays with it in his hand and then lets it drop back to the earth.
“Ya know some people are afraid of getting their hands dirty. Something about hard work doesnt agree with them. Others are fine with it. Me I prefer the hard work. Cause once its done, its done. Its yours, you made it, you earned it, you worked hard to create it. Which brings me to Lucas. Where should I start? Lets start at the beginning. Lucas you are a fine champion. But not a great one. At least not yet. You see to me a world champion should be like our hardcore champion. You should defend the title every single Titans. And yet ya dont. Its like you are looking for ways to postpone the invetible. And inevitable it will be. Last time you lost the world title you ran away like a little girl. Now everyone in the back is thinking that if you lose it this time around, you’ll run away again. You are more like Nirvana than you or anyone would care to admit. You shoulldnt have to wait for someone to come out and challenge you. Or attack you before you decide its ok to face them. You should be the one attacking and setting your will upon others. But you are not. You only react to what others do. And that is not the mark of a good champion. But then again that could have been said by anyone even Emerson. But he’s never been the big ego type. You are different from him and yet you are not seen in the same light. Maybe I expected more from a man with your talent, and maybe we expected too much of you. Sad either way, dontcha think?”
Jack takes a spin around the field surveying everything.
“You got to tear up your own soil and start fresh cause whatever you think you are doing now is stagnant and stale. We want a world champion that can take leadership and guide us into a new beginning. Not a champion that only sits around thinking of ways not to defend what is his, nor a champion that waits for someone he thinks is worthy of a shot. Be the monster we thought you could be and not whatever is here now”
Jack starts walking back home.
His mind wanders to Candace. He wonders how she will react to hearing that he has a world title shot this week and not her. Ta be honest it should be her there on the verge of winning her first world title in SFT. A part of me wishes it wasnt me this week facing Lucas, simply because I wouldnt want her to be angry or worse if I should win the world title. But a part of me wants to win it, maybe to show her that I am worthy of the world title and also worthy of her. What better way to accompany a queen than on the arm of a king.
(Jack smiles for a moment)
Life has been very hard for me. I am god fearing man. I work hard, I take care of my family. And at night I sleep soundly with little things on my mind keeping me up at night. I have lived life the right way. I go to church every Sunday morning and I pray every night before I go to sleep. And I dont know if that is the kind of man Candace would really want? A simple ordinary man, I think she deserves better than me.
I will put it in Gods hands. If its mean to be then its meant to be.
Fade to light
