Noah Jackson: ORIGINS



The sun beams through my bedroom window; I open my heavy eyelids and with a stretch of my arms welcome this beautiful day. That smell. The smell of the roads in front of my home cracking under the heat of the Aussie sun combined with the whiff of hot coffee slinking through the open door. I love that smell. With a groan, I set myself up on the bed and slip my feet into the slippers placed on the carpet. I adjust my t-shirt and boxer shorts before standing and walking towards the bathroom.

I can't help but feel uneasy. I'm excited but so very nervous. I received the good news on my employment in the XWF just last week. I had a match in the heat of their Australian tour, non-televised mind you but it was enough to impress the brass. I step into the bathroom and catch myself grinning in the mirror at the idea, I laugh before I clean myself up.

Later, downstairs I see my beautiful wife cooking up some delicious brekkie. I sneak up behind her, placing a hand on her hip and gently kissing her cheek. She flashes her pearly whites at me as I sit down across from my son.

"How's it going, Joel?"

He tries to speak through spoonfuls of weet-bix.

"Is good da' it's show and tell at school gonna bring Rog-er!"

He says, milk spluttering from his lips. I smile and nod then look to the Collie beside him.

"Poor thing, being dragged all the way to school in this heat and being pestered by all those kids."

I jest giving Roger a pat. Zoe walks over and places a plate of vegemite covered toast in front of me with a steaming coffee. I thank her as she sits next to Joel, giving him an elbow and nod towards me. He finally clicks.

"OH! Good job for getting that job, da!"

Me and Zoe chuckle, I lean in swallowing the toast.

"Why thank you, lad. You gonna miss me while I'm gone?"

"Yeah loads! Can we visit you in America?"

"When I get there, of course, but I'll only be a stone's throw away for the time being."

Joel smiles that great smile. Zoe brushes his long hair out of his face as he finishes his bowl of cereal.

"C'mon sweetie, you don't want to miss the bus."

I sit looking at my family with a smirk plastered on my ugly mug. Joel grabs the backpack from behind his chair and kisses Zoe on the cheek, he rushes over to me, Roger in tow and gives me a big hug.

"Love ya, da. See you soon!"

I pat his back and hold his shoulders.

"Love you too, now get gone you little wombat before you're late."

I ruffle Joel's neat hair which gets me a look from Zoe, oh well, it was worth it and he rushes off outside with Roger. I look to my wife who shyly smiles at me, she sweeps her long black hair behind an ear and reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly. I stare into her hazel eyes, she smiles.

"You got crumbs all in your beard."

We chuckle and I brush away the mess from my chin as she stands attending to the clutter on the counter.

"Right, I gotta get ready for work. You wearing that suit?"

I look down and adjust my tie.

"Of course, gotta make a good impression,"

"Ha, you're so nervous! It's adorable."

"Get out of it... And don't act like you're not gonna miss me."

"Of course I'm gonna miss you, you big idiot."

She flicks a tea towel in my direction, the whip of air splashes against my face.

The wind.

The air hitting my face as I look out the open window of the cab pulling away from my home. The image of Zoe raising a hand goodbye getting smaller and smaller; the thought of kissing those rose-coloured lips again will get me through the gruelling weeks to come. I rest my head against the back of the seat and look to the phone in my hands. Scrolling through Twitter and old messages, I keep finding myself looking back at the one from XWF management. Just in awe and disbelief. Ha, I'm such a fanboy, all it is is the address of the hotel I'll be staying.

But still, I keep finding myself smiling at it.

???: "Sir?"

I look up to the kind face of a stewardess.

STEWARDESS: "All electronic devices must be turned off for takeoff, please."

I cough out a laugh in slight embarrassment and power off my phone.

"So sorry, I was miles away."

STEWARDESS: "No problem at all, sir, enjoy your flight."

"Cheers."

I say with a smile looking out at the wing of the plane and the airport employees doing their jobs on the tarmac. I see two of them arguing about something and pointing up to the wing, that's when I notice a few scratches and missing paint. Heh, hopefully, nothing's damaged.

Before I know it, the safety procedures have ended and we're up in the air. Flight from Melbourne to Wellington is an easy one, or at least should be. When I arrived at the airport there was delay after delay. I left the house at 8am and I'm finally in the sky at 10pm. Bloody airports, enough to drive a sane man mad.

:::R A T T L E:::

This turbulence doesn't help.

I look out the window, the skies dark but the moonlight leaves highlights along the clouds and gleams against the silver of the wing.

::: C R A C K:::

Lightning. Perfect. The plane bounces with the rumble of thunder; something catches my eye on the wing. A figure? A... A person?

No-no-no no. It can't be, you're just tired, Noah. I tell myself that but it doesn't stop my breathing from turning sharp and heavy, nor does it cease the sound of my heart beating in my eardrums. I look to the large man beside me, snoring away. My eyes go back to the window and I peer into the darkness.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

It must be my imagination.

I'm tired.

I've got myself all worked up today.

Nothing.

Haha ... Heh ... Nothing.

I shake my head and take the magazine from in front of me, laughing to myself.

::: C R A C K:::

Lightning strikes again and out the corner of my eye I see.



That!

I jump back with a scream disturbing the slumbering oath beside me. He wakes and gives me an earful.

FAT PASSENGER: "What the bloody 'ell you doing you dozy wanker!?"

"There's someone on the wing! There's some-THING on the wing!!"

The mouthbreather raises an eyebrow and peers out the window.

FAT PASSENGER: "Oh yeah."

He sneers, his eyes looking past me. I slowly glance to my right.

FAT PASSENGER: "Yeah I see a mad cunt disturbing my fuckin' sleep!"

I look into my reflection and despair. The oath goes back to his rest; I scratch my beard. My hand is shaking. I see beads of sweat dripping down my forehead.

Then...

The city below shines enough light as we turn. The creature is on all fours staring at me, tweaking with the nuts and bolts on the wing.

I-I can hear it!

Its foul, demonic hiss.

CREATURE: "Gonna eat these bits for me brekkie, cunt."

My breathing goes short and rapid as I stare at it.

It stops inspecting the wing.

And glares back at me.

CREATURE: "The fuck you looking at you chubby cunt!? I'll King Hit ya and steal your skin, you fucking prick!"

It starts to rush the window, I gasp and close the shutter. My hand firmly pressed against the cover. I slowly try to calm my breath.

I do a poor job of this.

I gingerly lift the shutter and take a peek outside.

Darkness.

...

Is it gone?

I open the shutter wider.

And press my face against the glass.

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CREATURE: "Jump scare, cunt!"

I scream in fear and back away from my seat, crashing against the trolley the stewardesses are pushing and knocking it over. I back away pointing a shaky finger at the window.

STEWARDESS: "Sir, what's the problem?"

"There's something on the fucking wing! It's gonna kill me! It-It'll kill all of us!"

By now most of the plane is staring at me, the stewardess looks out the window as I back up the aisle.

STEWARDESS: "There's nothing there, sir. Now please-"

"FUCK YOU! I know what I saw! It was fucking right there! I need to get out of here."

STEWARDESS: "Sir! You need to calm down and return to your seat!"

I ignore her and rush to the emergency exit, screams come from the surrounding rows as they see my hand reach to the door. I'm quickly dragged back and an arm is wrapped around my throat.

"NO! HE'LL KILL US! HE'LL KILL US ALL!"

I get out through gritted teeth, spittle flying from my lips before I'm thrown to the floor and a knee is pressed against the back of my neck.

???: "We're going to need to sedate him."

My eyes widen staring intently close at the floor.

???: "Whatever it takes, just keep him in his seat until the end of the flight."

"NO! PLEASE DON'T! I CAN'T GO BACK THERE! HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME!"

A sharp jabbing pain enters my thigh.

"HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME! HE'll kill me! He'll kill me. he'll kill me."

My vision blurs and my speech turns to mumbled slurs. I'm lifted up, drueling from my mouth and carried back to my seat; the plane turns and throws as my eyes sway. I feel numb as I'm squished past the large man and back into my spot. My head falls against the plane wall. My eyes pressed against the cold glass.

I see him.

Those manic eyes.

One.

Last.

Time.

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The stewardess comes down the aisle checking seatbelts for our descent. She makes her way to me.

STEWARDESS: "Mr. Jackson, are you feeling better now?"

I put down my magazine and give her a grin.

"Feel a lot better with a vegemite sanger, cunt but no complaints here. Sorry bout my outburst before, fucking planes got me all sky loopy."

The smile slowly leaves the cunts face as she nods and continues on. That fucking massive unit of a cunt looks down at me.

FAT PASSENGER: "Didn't you have a beard?"

"Didn't you have a sense of self-respect before you eat it you fat cunt?"

Sick burn, Noah. I flip up the magazine and continue reading. Can't wait to see the sort of havoc I can get into when I'm in this XWF. I look out to the wing of the plane and see the frozen corpse of old mate, forever in terror. I smile and laugh to myself like at the end of the Thriller music video.

---

I sit at a large table in a dark room as I eat a banana, looking at the TV to the side.

"What in the fuck was that, cunts?"

The two men glance at one another, bewildered.

"That was your origin story, Noah!"

I gulp down the fruit in my mouth and look at the two stupid cunts like the pair of stupid cunts that they are.

"You got me portrayed as a fucking gremlin in my origin story?"

"We thought it'd suit your character, give a bit of mysticism and intrigue!"

"I'm a fucking wrestler, cunt! I don't need fucking intrigue, do I? I just need show up to work, talk a bit and fucking wrestle you dense cunts!"

One of them tugs ar his collar.

"You got to understand Mr. Jackson, sometimes wrestlers just need this push in a fantastical direction."

"Only push I need is the type I've been shouting about since I fucking got here, cunt. If I wanted fantasy bullshit I'll go to a fucking audition at SyFy! Fuck me! Noah Jackson the fucking Aussie Gremlin, are you two actually fucking !? I only wanted a bloody biopic! You fucking cunts."

"Okay, Noah, you seem upset so we'll let you think about things for a minute in peace and-"

I point to the door.

"Fuck the fuck off you fucking fucks!"

They scamper off in a hurry. I lean back in me chair with a huff and polish off my banan. Lovely.

"Fucking can't trust Hollywood to do shit."

"All I wanted was just something to show my journey to becoming the fucking sick cunt megastar that I am today. But nah, cunts. Got all this bullshit to deal with ain't I?"

"Got to deal with the absolute bullshit that is my upcoming match."

"Fuck me."

"What a fucking joke."

"Not only do I have to compete against two cunts and a manager who are so dumb they didn't think to call each other Spice Rack instead of Salt and Pepper, with Vinegar. Fucking amateurs, cunt. Not only do I have to mind the fucking daycare in that direction but I've also got to handhold the special needs cunt in a mask who keeps showing up to footie practice despite the cunt being cut from the team months ago."

"Fucking El Principe. Prince. Prince of fucking capybara shit. Fucking wrestler formerly known as Prince since the cunt doesn't show up! Throw him on the opposite team! Give me a three on one make it a fair fight, fucks sake."

"Also, I'm in the fucking opener!"

"Oh yeah, fuck me on my way to winning the Anarchy title! Fuck the only good fight Santos has ever had! Throw ole' Noah Jay in the first match with the rejected piles of shit! Fucking cunts."

"But the fucking cherry on top of this bullshit flavoured dessert."

"Is this shit."



The image stays on a projector behind me for dramatic and cinematic effect as I slowly shake my head.

"Cunt management can't even be bothered to name what match I'm fucking in."

"This is the lack of attention this stupid fucking match gets."

"This on top of all other amounts of bullshit."

"My opponents are a waste of fucking time."

"My teammate is a waste of fucking time."

"This match is a waste of fucking time."

"Quite frankly, cunts, this whole operation is bananas."

I toss the peel behind me.

"If management doesn't give enough of a fuck about the match, why the fuck should I?"

"And people wonder why Warfare is crumbling to the fucking ground."

::The scene slowly fades to black as Noah swivels on the chair::

FORMER:



W | L | D
226 | 11 | 81

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