Post by Jack Jones on Nov 30, 2017 13:25:09 GMT -5
The scene is Jack’s ranch in Oklahoma. It is now 11am and even though the sun is out, its still a little chilly. Winter is near.
Jack is seen in the barn feeding hay to the cows and to his horse.
“Well Thanksgiving came and went without much of a hoopla. We had our turkey here, it was good, we invited some friends over. And they came it was nice to have noise in the house again, its been too quiet since my father passed away. I was honestly surprised Harold showed up. I thought he wouldn't come. But he did. It was nice to talk to him in a space that is non SFT related. Gave us time to catch up and remember people we both miss.”
And stranger still my Ma and Harold actually got along very well. For so long she blamed him for being a bad influence on me. But I think shes realized I am all grown up. I decide my life and I am strong enough to withstand any influences. And as I saw them talk about Shadow and how much they both still missed him. I came to a realization. People enter our lives for a reason. Good and bad. And the time my Ma and Shadow were married, it was a good time for me. He basically raised me from a pup and claimed me as his own. Not many men could do that, or would do that. And even when my Ma couldn't deal with him being so guarded all the time, she still loved him, still had love for him. It was hard not to. He was a different type of person. And I will miss him very much.
But back to the story. Its 11am. And its unusually quiet. Most of the animals are napping about now. Even the dogs who are usually barking and yapping at something or other are sleeping. And for a moment I consider taking a nap as well. But I don't. There's always too much work to get done. And idle hands are the devils workshop.
And speaking of idle hands where the heck is Robert Saints and Jamo. You guys are as uplifting as vodka sized Santa on January 2nd. Its sad. You guys make me sad. You do nothing, you inspire nothing. Are you guys lazy or is it you just don't. care? Whatever the case may be. You cant inspire fans if you cant inspire yourselves. Do something! Be something. Be the wrestlers that Harold saw when he signed you guys. Can you do that? Can you be that? Can you be for one moment better than you have been? I severely doubt it. I think this will be the easiest match I have won. No matter how rusty I may be, you guys pose no threat.
See I will probably get a better workout here in my ranch than in the ring with you two. Yall are pathetic. Prove me wrong.
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Jack is seen in the barn feeding hay to the cows and to his horse.
“Well Thanksgiving came and went without much of a hoopla. We had our turkey here, it was good, we invited some friends over. And they came it was nice to have noise in the house again, its been too quiet since my father passed away. I was honestly surprised Harold showed up. I thought he wouldn't come. But he did. It was nice to talk to him in a space that is non SFT related. Gave us time to catch up and remember people we both miss.”
And stranger still my Ma and Harold actually got along very well. For so long she blamed him for being a bad influence on me. But I think shes realized I am all grown up. I decide my life and I am strong enough to withstand any influences. And as I saw them talk about Shadow and how much they both still missed him. I came to a realization. People enter our lives for a reason. Good and bad. And the time my Ma and Shadow were married, it was a good time for me. He basically raised me from a pup and claimed me as his own. Not many men could do that, or would do that. And even when my Ma couldn't deal with him being so guarded all the time, she still loved him, still had love for him. It was hard not to. He was a different type of person. And I will miss him very much.
But back to the story. Its 11am. And its unusually quiet. Most of the animals are napping about now. Even the dogs who are usually barking and yapping at something or other are sleeping. And for a moment I consider taking a nap as well. But I don't. There's always too much work to get done. And idle hands are the devils workshop.
And speaking of idle hands where the heck is Robert Saints and Jamo. You guys are as uplifting as vodka sized Santa on January 2nd. Its sad. You guys make me sad. You do nothing, you inspire nothing. Are you guys lazy or is it you just don't. care? Whatever the case may be. You cant inspire fans if you cant inspire yourselves. Do something! Be something. Be the wrestlers that Harold saw when he signed you guys. Can you do that? Can you be that? Can you be for one moment better than you have been? I severely doubt it. I think this will be the easiest match I have won. No matter how rusty I may be, you guys pose no threat.
See I will probably get a better workout here in my ranch than in the ring with you two. Yall are pathetic. Prove me wrong.
Fade to light
