While on a date with the beloved Edie, Jack Mason tells her his
life story from growing up in Alaska to his trials and tribulations in the ring. Learn how a mild-mannered boy from Alaska becomes
Mean Jack and later the Madman!
Soft piano music plays in the background. Candlelight flickers on a white-linen tablecloth. MADMAN MASON (aka Jack Mason), looking slightly out of place in a rumpled but sincere attempt at formalwear, sits across from his sweetheart, EDIE – a warm-hearted woman with a quirky charm. The two are mid-dinner, smiling, fingers gently intertwined across the table.
EDIE Jack, thank you for taking me out tonight. I always enjoy our time together.
(smiles sweetly) And I have to say, I’m really enjoying that it’s just the two of us here… and no Flippers.
Jack blushes, chuckling sheepishly.
EDIE (quickly) Oh don’t get me wrong—I love that little penguin, he’s adorable! But I’m glad we can spend some time alone.
JACK I enjoy being with you too, Edie. And don’t worry, Flippers is with Negropolis tonight. I figured they could use some quality time alone.
(grins)
EDIE (tilting her head) Negropolis was okay with that, Jack?
JACK (nodding) Yeah, you know… he’s not so bad once you get to know him. There’s a really nice guy… deep, deep inside.
(laughs nervously)
EDIE Jack, we’ve been dating a little while now, and you told me how you and Negropolis came to the North Pole… but you’ve never really talked about before all that. Where you grew up. How you really became… the Madman.
JACK Aw Edie, I don’t know if I wanna bore you with my life story. I’m just a simple boy from Alaska.
EDIE But it’s you, Jack. And I wanna know you. I want to hear how little Jack Mason became the Madman Mason.
Jack leans back, takes a deep breath, then smiles wistfully.
JACK Okay then. Picture it… Talkeetna, Alaska. 1990s. Population? Maybe 900 on a busy day. My Paw Paw Mason had just retired from the military—he was a tough old bird, lost his first wife Jocelyn years before, and moved up north with his oldest son, Frank, to start fresh.
Then he met my MeeMaw. They married and had two more boys: Henry, my dad, and Thomas, my uncle. Frank—my half-uncle, technically—eventually married, had twin sons Brian and Bruce, but after his wife passed, he moved off-grid into the deep woods. They’d come to town once in a while for supplies… and then one year, they just stopped.
My dad and Uncle Thomas tried to find them, but the cabin was gone—like it never existed. Folks say it might’ve been one of those Yeti or Sasquatch attacks we used to hear about. We never saw Frank or the boys again. Paw Paw never got over it. I think that heartbreak sent him to an early grave.
Edie reaches across and squeezes his hand gently.
JACK (cont’d) Dad was a simple man—ran the supply store, made sure we were fed, clothed, warm. Uncle Thomas, though, became the town doctor. Real fancy. They didn’t mean it, but you could feel the divide. Like we were always the "other Masons."
Me? I wasn’t a scholar. I was strong, good at wrestling, and figured I’d be a laborer like Dad. My sister Polly, though… she had it worse. She was the same age as our cousin Molly—Uncle Thomas’s girl—and Molly was perfect. Top of the class, prom queen, you name it. Polly was always compared to her, no matter how good she actually was. And she was good—gifted musically. Wrote poems and lyrics that could bring you to tears. But she couldn’t escape Molly’s shadow.
Anyway, I wanted out. So at 19, I left Talkeetna to chase my dream: professional wrestling. Trained at a school where my mentor told me, "Jack, you’re too nice. No one’s gonna buy you as a soft babyface. You need to be mean. Scary."
And that’s how Mean Jack was born. Wrestled the indies—did okay. Enough buzz to get the call from Heritage Championship Wrestling, the same place Big Daddy Donny B wrestled (he even defeated Undertaker once!). My idol. I thought I’d made it!
But I wasn’t climbing the card like I wanted. Then Count Vlad comes in, offers me a spot in the Dark Dominion. Only catch? Mean Jack wasn’t dark enough. So I evolved… became Madman Mason. The muzzle. The leather gear. The manic energy. I scared fans. I won titles. But I was still mid-card.
And then came Jax Brenner… the Alaskan Wildman. His story? His family was killed by Sasquatch. He hunted them down, survived, and was nursed back to health by—get this—my cousin Molly. She became his valet. His love interest.
I snapped. She had everything—everything!—and now she was stepping into my ring, my profession? I couldn’t take it. I saw red. Our feud was legendary… and yeah, he beat me. Multiple times. Boosted his career. Crushed mine.
Eventually, Count Vlad kicked me and Negropolis out. Publicly humiliated us. That should’ve been the end. But then the Yeti came to us—said we still had a mission. We were headed north… to the NPCW.
And, well, you know the rest—how we met Ace McDougal and Flippers, how we slowly stopped being heels and… somehow, became heroes?
EDIE But does it really matter what Count Vlad thinks now?
JACK At this point? Nah. My Dark Dominion days are behind me. I’m a Misfit of Mayhem now.
EDIE So… what about your sister? Polly?
JACK Oh that’s a whole other tale. Her singing career didn’t take off, and next thing you know, she’s recruited by Vlad and the Yeti to join the Dominion. Now she’s raising hell—fighting Molly and Jax. Even pulled a stunt where she pretended to be Molly. Psychological warfare stuff. She’s… she’s having fun, I think. Even if it worries me.
EDIE (teasingly) Maybe she’ll end up here one day… and the Masons will rule the NPCW together!
JACK Polly? Nah, she’s a little looney tunes. She’s best in small doses. I love her, but I don’t know if I could survive working with her.
(They both laugh. Jack gently lifts Edie’s hand and kisses it.)
JACK (softly) Anyway… that’s how little Jack Mason became Madman Mason. But right now? I’m just Jack. And I’d really like to enjoy the rest of dinner with the most wonderful woman I’ve ever known.
EDIE (blushing) Oh Jack…
The camera slowly pulls back as they share a quiet, romantic moment, candles flickering, as laughter and music softly fill the room.
Jack, never knew you were such a softie…and the Original Big Daddy says “thanks”.
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