Post by Jackson Kent on Jun 4, 2017 16:36:41 GMT -5
**The scene opens up inside of the World Gym where Jackson Kent is working out. Jackson can be heard screaming at himself as he is working out. When the camera gets close enough it can be seen that he is punching away at a punching bag hanging down from the ceiling. Every time he hits it he screams something at himself but those words can't really be made out. After a few times the camera catches sight of sweat pouring off of him. Off to the side of him stands his manager Janie Carver, as she is keeping an eye on her client.**
Janie Carver: I know that speaking to those wrestling students, has fired you up for your match. You see yourself in those students, because if it wasn't for your late friend, you could be one of those students.
Jackson Kent: Janie, he did alot for me even though it wasn't until after his death that I really got into wrestling. But I know being the young man that I am, it is really ironic all of the things I have accomplished to date.
**Jackson takes a break from the punching bag and then drops to the floor. He starts doing Diamond Pushups.**
Janie Carver: All of those things you have accomplished Jacks, is only the beginning.
Jackson Kent: Exactly Janie. Tonight is the continuation of an era of greatest. These guys in SFT act as if they are the best thing for the company, when really most of them completely suck.
**Jackson gets back up to his feet and returns back to the punching bag as he holds it in place while he tapes a pic of Redd onto the punching bag. He then begins going to town punching away at the bag.**
Janie Carver: Especially your opponent for this week Redd.
Jackson Kent: Yeah, you can say that again Janie.
Janie Carver: There isn't really much known about him, other than that for some reason he seems to dislike you.
Jackson Kent: I really don't care if the man likes me or not. There isn't many around SFT that likes me anyway, it's probably because with my size they fear me. Or because they know they can't match up to my ability.
**Jackson punches the bag so hard that the bag rips off of the chains that were holding the punching bag from the ceiling.**
Janie Carver: Jackson, you might need to calm yourself down a little bit though. Otherwise you're going to be gassed up heading into this match and that's the last thing you need.
**Jackson turns away from the broken punching bag and looks straight into the camera with an intense glare.**
Jackson Kent: Are you a gambling man Redd? Do you play the slots or even scratch tickets for that matter? If you don't, then I highly suggest you never start, because you'll never win at any of it. Why? Because you're just a natural born LOSER. That's why.
**Janie steps up beside Jackson handing him a towel. He waves her off at first as he continues speaking again.**
Jackson Kent: You say you pity me? Redd, the only fool who has pity casted upon them is you. Sure, you don't see it, but it's plain as fucking day and night. Do you hear yourself when you talk and do you even realize that the shit that comes out of your mouth isn't worth two cents? Same as your wrestling ability. Two cents, TOPS.
**He now reaches out and takes the towel from Janie. He wipes a little sweat off his head and face, as he leaves the towel hanging down over his head.**
Jackson Kent: Now I want you to listen to me Redd, and listen very carefully, because I'm not repeating myself for you or anyone else. After I beat you this week and make you out to be the maggot of SFT and leave you laying in the dust.....I'm going after SFT gold once again. And you can take THAT to the bank.
Jackson Kent: Don't believe me Redd? Watch me......Just watch me.
**Jackson pulls the towel quickly off his head before flipping it over towards the camera. The towel lands over the camera, blocking the view. As the scene then fades out.**
Janie Carver: I know that speaking to those wrestling students, has fired you up for your match. You see yourself in those students, because if it wasn't for your late friend, you could be one of those students.
Jackson Kent: Janie, he did alot for me even though it wasn't until after his death that I really got into wrestling. But I know being the young man that I am, it is really ironic all of the things I have accomplished to date.
**Jackson takes a break from the punching bag and then drops to the floor. He starts doing Diamond Pushups.**
Janie Carver: All of those things you have accomplished Jacks, is only the beginning.
Jackson Kent: Exactly Janie. Tonight is the continuation of an era of greatest. These guys in SFT act as if they are the best thing for the company, when really most of them completely suck.
**Jackson gets back up to his feet and returns back to the punching bag as he holds it in place while he tapes a pic of Redd onto the punching bag. He then begins going to town punching away at the bag.**
Janie Carver: Especially your opponent for this week Redd.
Jackson Kent: Yeah, you can say that again Janie.
Janie Carver: There isn't really much known about him, other than that for some reason he seems to dislike you.
Jackson Kent: I really don't care if the man likes me or not. There isn't many around SFT that likes me anyway, it's probably because with my size they fear me. Or because they know they can't match up to my ability.
**Jackson punches the bag so hard that the bag rips off of the chains that were holding the punching bag from the ceiling.**
Janie Carver: Jackson, you might need to calm yourself down a little bit though. Otherwise you're going to be gassed up heading into this match and that's the last thing you need.
**Jackson turns away from the broken punching bag and looks straight into the camera with an intense glare.**
Jackson Kent: Are you a gambling man Redd? Do you play the slots or even scratch tickets for that matter? If you don't, then I highly suggest you never start, because you'll never win at any of it. Why? Because you're just a natural born LOSER. That's why.
**Janie steps up beside Jackson handing him a towel. He waves her off at first as he continues speaking again.**
Jackson Kent: You say you pity me? Redd, the only fool who has pity casted upon them is you. Sure, you don't see it, but it's plain as fucking day and night. Do you hear yourself when you talk and do you even realize that the shit that comes out of your mouth isn't worth two cents? Same as your wrestling ability. Two cents, TOPS.
**He now reaches out and takes the towel from Janie. He wipes a little sweat off his head and face, as he leaves the towel hanging down over his head.**
Jackson Kent: Now I want you to listen to me Redd, and listen very carefully, because I'm not repeating myself for you or anyone else. After I beat you this week and make you out to be the maggot of SFT and leave you laying in the dust.....I'm going after SFT gold once again. And you can take THAT to the bank.
Jackson Kent: Don't believe me Redd? Watch me......Just watch me.
**Jackson pulls the towel quickly off his head before flipping it over towards the camera. The towel lands over the camera, blocking the view. As the scene then fades out.**
