Post by jacksantore on Jun 29, 2017 15:39:17 GMT -5
Jack Santore is seated inside of a restaurant; he leans back, slouched down in his chair. It looks like he just had the biggest Thanksgiving dinner ever by the looks of not only his body language, but the looks of the large table full of empty plates, bread baskets with one or two pieces of bread, wine bottles, desert plates that have been left almost clean. Jack is in the middle of the table with a cup of coffee in front of him. The whole thing looks like it’s right out of some horrible Mafia movie.
”So I guess this is where I’m supposed to…”
He holds a finger up to the camera before standing up and unbuttoning a sport coat he’s wearing, taking it off to reveal a plain white t-shirt before he drapes the coat over the back of his chair.
”Ma likes us to look nice, y’know?”
Jack sits back down in his seat, he drinks some of the coffee in front of him.
”I’ve gotta have some caffeine after all of those carbs, you know?”
Jack chuckles before taking another sip of coffee. He rubs his face as if trying to fight off sleep.
”After a nice, big family dinner it’s nice to sit and cut promos. I mean we’re getting down to the wire here now, aren’t we? On Saturday I get to step into the ring with two hungry women. Izzy already tasted victory, while I came close against Ruby Lance. Then we’ve got Tasmin Richards, who’s looking to get a win in her debut too. It’s a hell of an opportunity for me just as much as it’s a challenge. I know everyone is going to look at me strange. I mean, it’s two girls, right? I should be able to lift them both up, hit my finish and win in no-time, right?”
Jack shakes his head, wagging his finger at the camera.
”Wrong. I’d be a moron to underestimate these girls. Developmental or not, these women can flat-out wrestle. Ruby Lance is an absolute beast in the ring. Don’t let the sweet demeanor fool you, she’s incredible in the ring, and I’m honored to have been in the ring with her, competing with her. I hope one day we find ourselves in the ring again, because I want to get my win over her. What good is a good match when you were on the losing end?”
Jack shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head. He’s obviously still upset over his loss after coming so close to winning in his debut.
”The last few weeks all I’ve heard from people is “great match,” “you guys tore the house down,” “good start.” But you know what I didn’t hear…”congrats.” Look, I’m not saying people should have been congratulating me over a loss. But what I am saying is that I should be being congratulated over a win. I didn’t win and now I fully intend to. I don’t want to hear about how great the match is again. I hope we have a good match and people are entertained, but that’s not what I want to be. A person that has “good matches” with people isn’t the same thing as a person that wins consistently. After all, we’re all here to become a champion, it’s what we get into the business for. To one day be able to hold a title above our heads in front of a cheering crowd. I’ve had that before. I’ve won MMA tournaments, won a district title for football in high school. But I’ve never been to the top, the real…top.”
Jack puts his hand up above his head, looking up to the ceiling.
”I’ve won an MMA tournament or two; so what? I never won the light-heavyweight title, best in my weight-class. I’ve won a district title in football; so what? I never won a state title. I’ve had way more failures and defeats than I’ve had victories. It’s what keeps me going is not ever wanting to have to scrape myself up again and start on a new path. Two young girls have to step into a ring with the old dude from New York, right? So maybe I’m not the one that’s taking them lightly. Maybe they’re taking me lightly.”
Jack shrugs his shoulders. It’s not too far-fetched of an idea for someone to be taking him lightly, at least in his mind.
”I mean Izzy got a win already, she’s probably feeling good now. She knows how this all works now. A complete rookie and a failed MMA reject? She’s got this in the bag. She’s younger and faster than both me and Tasmin combined anyway, right?”
Jack smiles into the camera now.
”And Tasmin? What does she have to be scared of? She’s a Richards, for crying out loud. She’s a legacy and a future Hall-of-Famer. Her sisters have paved the way for her and her name alone carries tons of weight behind it. What are a teenaged scene girl and a guy that eats pasta with his family going to do to the likes of her?”
Jack grins into the camera, a small chuckle escaping him.
”See, it’s not too far-fetched to imagine that I could be taken lightly. But it’s not what my mind-set is. My mind set is just to get this win. I’m no longer thinking about the “great” match I had with Ruby Lance and I’m not thinking ahead to anything after this Saturday. I’m focused…despite the fact that I just about 200 pounds of pasta and bread, but hey, I gotta keep moms happy.”
Just as Jack seemed to be wrapping up his promo a woman yells in Jack’s direction, out of frame.
“Jackie boy! Help me finished cleaning the damn place up, huh? Finish up your wrestling pom-pom already!”
Jack smiles and laughs.
”It’s promo, ma!”
“Pro-mo, right. Sorry. Just help me get everything cleaned up, please. I know the big wrestling star thinks he’s too important to help his ma out now.”[/color]
Jack can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his mother interrupting his promo.
”Yeah, ma. I’m coming.”
Jack gets up from his seat, pushing the chair in. Wouldn’t want to anger mom any more than she already is.
”See you on Saturday, ladies.”
He talks into the camera once more before he picks up as many plates and wine bottles to clear the table and help his mother out. He walks out of frame and the scene fades out.
”So I guess this is where I’m supposed to…”
He holds a finger up to the camera before standing up and unbuttoning a sport coat he’s wearing, taking it off to reveal a plain white t-shirt before he drapes the coat over the back of his chair.
”Ma likes us to look nice, y’know?”
Jack sits back down in his seat, he drinks some of the coffee in front of him.
”I’ve gotta have some caffeine after all of those carbs, you know?”
Jack chuckles before taking another sip of coffee. He rubs his face as if trying to fight off sleep.
”After a nice, big family dinner it’s nice to sit and cut promos. I mean we’re getting down to the wire here now, aren’t we? On Saturday I get to step into the ring with two hungry women. Izzy already tasted victory, while I came close against Ruby Lance. Then we’ve got Tasmin Richards, who’s looking to get a win in her debut too. It’s a hell of an opportunity for me just as much as it’s a challenge. I know everyone is going to look at me strange. I mean, it’s two girls, right? I should be able to lift them both up, hit my finish and win in no-time, right?”
Jack shakes his head, wagging his finger at the camera.
”Wrong. I’d be a moron to underestimate these girls. Developmental or not, these women can flat-out wrestle. Ruby Lance is an absolute beast in the ring. Don’t let the sweet demeanor fool you, she’s incredible in the ring, and I’m honored to have been in the ring with her, competing with her. I hope one day we find ourselves in the ring again, because I want to get my win over her. What good is a good match when you were on the losing end?”
Jack shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head. He’s obviously still upset over his loss after coming so close to winning in his debut.
”The last few weeks all I’ve heard from people is “great match,” “you guys tore the house down,” “good start.” But you know what I didn’t hear…”congrats.” Look, I’m not saying people should have been congratulating me over a loss. But what I am saying is that I should be being congratulated over a win. I didn’t win and now I fully intend to. I don’t want to hear about how great the match is again. I hope we have a good match and people are entertained, but that’s not what I want to be. A person that has “good matches” with people isn’t the same thing as a person that wins consistently. After all, we’re all here to become a champion, it’s what we get into the business for. To one day be able to hold a title above our heads in front of a cheering crowd. I’ve had that before. I’ve won MMA tournaments, won a district title for football in high school. But I’ve never been to the top, the real…top.”
Jack puts his hand up above his head, looking up to the ceiling.
”I’ve won an MMA tournament or two; so what? I never won the light-heavyweight title, best in my weight-class. I’ve won a district title in football; so what? I never won a state title. I’ve had way more failures and defeats than I’ve had victories. It’s what keeps me going is not ever wanting to have to scrape myself up again and start on a new path. Two young girls have to step into a ring with the old dude from New York, right? So maybe I’m not the one that’s taking them lightly. Maybe they’re taking me lightly.”
Jack shrugs his shoulders. It’s not too far-fetched of an idea for someone to be taking him lightly, at least in his mind.
”I mean Izzy got a win already, she’s probably feeling good now. She knows how this all works now. A complete rookie and a failed MMA reject? She’s got this in the bag. She’s younger and faster than both me and Tasmin combined anyway, right?”
Jack smiles into the camera now.
”And Tasmin? What does she have to be scared of? She’s a Richards, for crying out loud. She’s a legacy and a future Hall-of-Famer. Her sisters have paved the way for her and her name alone carries tons of weight behind it. What are a teenaged scene girl and a guy that eats pasta with his family going to do to the likes of her?”
Jack grins into the camera, a small chuckle escaping him.
”See, it’s not too far-fetched to imagine that I could be taken lightly. But it’s not what my mind-set is. My mind set is just to get this win. I’m no longer thinking about the “great” match I had with Ruby Lance and I’m not thinking ahead to anything after this Saturday. I’m focused…despite the fact that I just about 200 pounds of pasta and bread, but hey, I gotta keep moms happy.”
Just as Jack seemed to be wrapping up his promo a woman yells in Jack’s direction, out of frame.
“Jackie boy! Help me finished cleaning the damn place up, huh? Finish up your wrestling pom-pom already!”
Jack smiles and laughs.
”It’s promo, ma!”
“Pro-mo, right. Sorry. Just help me get everything cleaned up, please. I know the big wrestling star thinks he’s too important to help his ma out now.”[/color]
Jack can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his mother interrupting his promo.
”Yeah, ma. I’m coming.”
Jack gets up from his seat, pushing the chair in. Wouldn’t want to anger mom any more than she already is.
”See you on Saturday, ladies.”
He talks into the camera once more before he picks up as many plates and wine bottles to clear the table and help his mother out. He walks out of frame and the scene fades out.