Post by Lukas Manson on Dec 6, 2008 22:33:00 GMT -6
So this was it was it? The time for the Manson name to shine, and this time, and unlike the past times, where it has been his older brothers that had stepped and tried the same thing, it was Lukas’ turn, the youngest of them. Sure he had Devon, one of his many older brothers with him here in the AWS, but Devon wasn’t the Manson on the card this week, no it was him. And that brought a smile upon his lips like no other. A smile that would have to be surgically removed, especially if he won, no not if when he won, and winning is what he was going to do, against the name that was across from his on the card Wes Carson. Another young lion like him, trying to make a name for himself in the business, here in the AWS. And it seems like that he was going to make his name for himself at the expense of Lukas, which is something that he wasn’t going to let happen.
Standing outside the balcony of his hotel room, wearing nothing but a pair of grey work out pants, Lukas leans his bare chest against the coolness of the metal railing of the balcony wall. Closing his slate blue eyes, he enjoys the reprieve of the light cool wind, on the otherwise stifling and muggy morning that the closeness of the humidity in Los Angeles, Ca. is known for. Shaking his head, his blonde locks moving with that movement as well the breeze, before it dies down, he just can’t believe that even this close to holiday of Christmas, that some places could be like summer still.
Lukas Manson
Man and I thought Christmas was suppose to have freezing tempatures and snow.
Hearing a light laugh coming from within the hotel room, Lukas turns around and is greeted by the sight of his father entering back into the room with two cups of coffee within his hands.
James Manson
Well some can only dream of that son. Look at Africa, it celebrates the holiday as well, but their tempatures are sometimes through the roof with desert heat and sun. Want some coffee?
Lukas Manson
Yeah I know, but still just once I would love what I can only dream of, and that’s a White Christmas. Coffee dad, come on what are you trying to do melt before my match against Was Carson? No thanks…I will stick to my water to keep my body cool and hydrated.
Proving his point, Lukas holds up the plastic bottle of Deer Park water that he has been sipping on. Smirking along with his dad, they share a laugh before the older Manson walks out and stands alongside of his son.
James Manson
Speaking of your match, you ready son? I mean true, you have been trained for this day, by me and by your brothers. But do you think that you ready…truly honest to god ready for your debut match?
Standing there in silence, Lukas slips his shades down, which were sitting on top of his head, shading his eyes from the brilliant blazing sun that is sitting large and in charge in the mid morning sky. Taking a sip from the bottle of water that sits within his hand, he slowly moves his gaze down to the hustling and bustling sidewalks below their hotel room. His eyes slowly scan over the single people, the couples, and the blobs of crowd that fill each side of the street that lines along their hotel room.
Lukas Manson
Are you asking me if I am nervous dad? Are you asking me if I have those “butterflies” in my stomach, being that it’s my first time stepping into the ring dad?
Slowly returning his head to a position where he can stare at his father, he awaits his reply in silence. Seeing the older man slowly stare out at the horizon, letting out a slow breath, he nods answering his son’s question.
James Manson
Yeah son…that’s what I am asking.
Turning his gaze to his son, James studies the youngest of all of his sons quietly. He knows that within him lies the same passion and fire that all of his other sons have lying within their heart and souls. But he also knows that this is Lukas’ first shot at the big times, unlike the rest of his brothers, who have some “shower time” as they said in this business. Gritting his teeth, at the answer Lukas turns away for from his father.
Lukas Manson
OF COURSE DAD!!! Am I nervous, sure I am nervous as hell….I have those butterflies….who wouldn’t since it’s going to be the first time I step into a ring other then the practice ring you have at your house.
Coughing at the strain he put on his somewhat underdeveloped vocal cords, Lukas coughs taking a sip of water soothing the pain somewhat. Shaking his head James looks down, worried that maybe that same problem, the medical problem that he has since birth, may be a hindrance in the ring, a target for those that face him to go after. Slowly lifting his head, also hurt that he aggravated him to the point of causing him to put that much strain on them, James starts to apologize.
James
Lukas…son…listen..
Lukas Manson
Save your breath dad…I am going for a run.
Capping the top of his water bottle again, Lukas head into the room grabbing a white wife beater tank top from his bag and sliding it on. Grabbing his key card after sliding on his shoes, he is out the door without another word towards his father as the scene fades out.
The scene fades back in, with Lukas’ feet slapping the packed sand of the beach near by, as his ears take in the crashing of the waves along the shoreline, and his nose takes in the scent of the crisp saltwater air. Slowing his pace to a light jog, his face and quivering muscular arms glint and gleam in the sunlight from the twenty to thirty minutes he has been running along the sandy shores. Stopping he ties his long blonde hair up into a loose ponytail, pulling it off his sweating neck, something he curses himself from not doing before stepping out onto the sand. But the semi-argument that he had with his father, was still fresh in his mind.
Lukas Manson
Damn it dad…why don’t you worry about Devon or Reese…or any of my other brothers like you do with me?
”Because you are still green,…wet behind the ears, on top of that you do have a small medical condition dummy.” His mind answers for him, causing him to shake his head letting out a soft sigh.
Lukas Manson
Alright…alright you’re right, but still it always seems to me that he is harping on me a lot more then the others, even though they have been in the biz for a while.
Shaking his head Lukas fully stops, taking a couple of deep breaths of the salty air as he turns his slate blue eyes towards the ocean. Reaching up and wiping the sweat away from his face and forehead with his sweaty arm, Lukas shakes his head. Why did he seemingly have to be so hard on him then his brothers?
Lukas Manson
Cause stupid, again case in point you are still green, wet behind the gills, and on top of that, have your small medical condition dummy.
At this moment, Lukas wouldn’t care if someone called him a crazy person as the walked by, for he is the only one on the beach and he is talking to himself. Still staring out at the ocean, Lukas closes his eyes taking in a deep breath of the fresh salty air once more.
Lukas Manson
…Easy Lukas….he is just making sure you are ready to step into the ring for the first time, and it not being against him or my brothers. Well dad, isn’t what all those hours of training with you and my brothers have prepped me for? Well isn’t it? Dad I am ready, and I am going to prove it to you, my brothers, and the whole world watching that I am ready. Wes Carson, just like me, you’re a young lion looking to scratch and claw your way up to the top here in the AWS. But that’s where similarities between us end; see unlike you, I have been training….training for this day for years on end. I have been put through hell after hell by my father and my brothers, for this day, and not it’s time to show that the training has paid off.
Turning around in the direction he came from, Lukas strips off his tank top and throws it over his shoulder. It was time for his cool down run back, and knowing that he will be running into the wind, will make it that much better.
Lukas Manson
I will admit that yes that I have the nerves and the butterflies, but I also know that I have more confidence going in with the training underneath my belt, then if I didn’t have it there. It’s my turn to help put the Manson name on the map, and I am not going to fail. Wes, it’s not if I win….and I will win and your just going to be the poor sap that is going to be the one that falls under the one two three for that win. Nervous yes as I said…but confident as well, and that makes me more dangerous then you will ever know.
Taking on last gulp of relaxing salt air, Lukas starts to pump his legs hard again running back to the hotel room, ready for a nice long hot shower, as well as he knows he has to apologize to his dad for storming out like that.
Standing outside the balcony of his hotel room, wearing nothing but a pair of grey work out pants, Lukas leans his bare chest against the coolness of the metal railing of the balcony wall. Closing his slate blue eyes, he enjoys the reprieve of the light cool wind, on the otherwise stifling and muggy morning that the closeness of the humidity in Los Angeles, Ca. is known for. Shaking his head, his blonde locks moving with that movement as well the breeze, before it dies down, he just can’t believe that even this close to holiday of Christmas, that some places could be like summer still.
Lukas Manson
Man and I thought Christmas was suppose to have freezing tempatures and snow.
Hearing a light laugh coming from within the hotel room, Lukas turns around and is greeted by the sight of his father entering back into the room with two cups of coffee within his hands.
James Manson
Well some can only dream of that son. Look at Africa, it celebrates the holiday as well, but their tempatures are sometimes through the roof with desert heat and sun. Want some coffee?
Lukas Manson
Yeah I know, but still just once I would love what I can only dream of, and that’s a White Christmas. Coffee dad, come on what are you trying to do melt before my match against Was Carson? No thanks…I will stick to my water to keep my body cool and hydrated.
Proving his point, Lukas holds up the plastic bottle of Deer Park water that he has been sipping on. Smirking along with his dad, they share a laugh before the older Manson walks out and stands alongside of his son.
James Manson
Speaking of your match, you ready son? I mean true, you have been trained for this day, by me and by your brothers. But do you think that you ready…truly honest to god ready for your debut match?
Standing there in silence, Lukas slips his shades down, which were sitting on top of his head, shading his eyes from the brilliant blazing sun that is sitting large and in charge in the mid morning sky. Taking a sip from the bottle of water that sits within his hand, he slowly moves his gaze down to the hustling and bustling sidewalks below their hotel room. His eyes slowly scan over the single people, the couples, and the blobs of crowd that fill each side of the street that lines along their hotel room.
Lukas Manson
Are you asking me if I am nervous dad? Are you asking me if I have those “butterflies” in my stomach, being that it’s my first time stepping into the ring dad?
Slowly returning his head to a position where he can stare at his father, he awaits his reply in silence. Seeing the older man slowly stare out at the horizon, letting out a slow breath, he nods answering his son’s question.
James Manson
Yeah son…that’s what I am asking.
Turning his gaze to his son, James studies the youngest of all of his sons quietly. He knows that within him lies the same passion and fire that all of his other sons have lying within their heart and souls. But he also knows that this is Lukas’ first shot at the big times, unlike the rest of his brothers, who have some “shower time” as they said in this business. Gritting his teeth, at the answer Lukas turns away for from his father.
Lukas Manson
OF COURSE DAD!!! Am I nervous, sure I am nervous as hell….I have those butterflies….who wouldn’t since it’s going to be the first time I step into a ring other then the practice ring you have at your house.
Coughing at the strain he put on his somewhat underdeveloped vocal cords, Lukas coughs taking a sip of water soothing the pain somewhat. Shaking his head James looks down, worried that maybe that same problem, the medical problem that he has since birth, may be a hindrance in the ring, a target for those that face him to go after. Slowly lifting his head, also hurt that he aggravated him to the point of causing him to put that much strain on them, James starts to apologize.
James
Lukas…son…listen..
Lukas Manson
Save your breath dad…I am going for a run.
Capping the top of his water bottle again, Lukas head into the room grabbing a white wife beater tank top from his bag and sliding it on. Grabbing his key card after sliding on his shoes, he is out the door without another word towards his father as the scene fades out.
The scene fades back in, with Lukas’ feet slapping the packed sand of the beach near by, as his ears take in the crashing of the waves along the shoreline, and his nose takes in the scent of the crisp saltwater air. Slowing his pace to a light jog, his face and quivering muscular arms glint and gleam in the sunlight from the twenty to thirty minutes he has been running along the sandy shores. Stopping he ties his long blonde hair up into a loose ponytail, pulling it off his sweating neck, something he curses himself from not doing before stepping out onto the sand. But the semi-argument that he had with his father, was still fresh in his mind.
Lukas Manson
Damn it dad…why don’t you worry about Devon or Reese…or any of my other brothers like you do with me?
”Because you are still green,…wet behind the ears, on top of that you do have a small medical condition dummy.” His mind answers for him, causing him to shake his head letting out a soft sigh.
Lukas Manson
Alright…alright you’re right, but still it always seems to me that he is harping on me a lot more then the others, even though they have been in the biz for a while.
Shaking his head Lukas fully stops, taking a couple of deep breaths of the salty air as he turns his slate blue eyes towards the ocean. Reaching up and wiping the sweat away from his face and forehead with his sweaty arm, Lukas shakes his head. Why did he seemingly have to be so hard on him then his brothers?
Lukas Manson
Cause stupid, again case in point you are still green, wet behind the gills, and on top of that, have your small medical condition dummy.
At this moment, Lukas wouldn’t care if someone called him a crazy person as the walked by, for he is the only one on the beach and he is talking to himself. Still staring out at the ocean, Lukas closes his eyes taking in a deep breath of the fresh salty air once more.
Lukas Manson
…Easy Lukas….he is just making sure you are ready to step into the ring for the first time, and it not being against him or my brothers. Well dad, isn’t what all those hours of training with you and my brothers have prepped me for? Well isn’t it? Dad I am ready, and I am going to prove it to you, my brothers, and the whole world watching that I am ready. Wes Carson, just like me, you’re a young lion looking to scratch and claw your way up to the top here in the AWS. But that’s where similarities between us end; see unlike you, I have been training….training for this day for years on end. I have been put through hell after hell by my father and my brothers, for this day, and not it’s time to show that the training has paid off.
Turning around in the direction he came from, Lukas strips off his tank top and throws it over his shoulder. It was time for his cool down run back, and knowing that he will be running into the wind, will make it that much better.
Lukas Manson
I will admit that yes that I have the nerves and the butterflies, but I also know that I have more confidence going in with the training underneath my belt, then if I didn’t have it there. It’s my turn to help put the Manson name on the map, and I am not going to fail. Wes, it’s not if I win….and I will win and your just going to be the poor sap that is going to be the one that falls under the one two three for that win. Nervous yes as I said…but confident as well, and that makes me more dangerous then you will ever know.
Taking on last gulp of relaxing salt air, Lukas starts to pump his legs hard again running back to the hotel room, ready for a nice long hot shower, as well as he knows he has to apologize to his dad for storming out like that.
