Post by recklessjack on Jan 15, 2006 22:27:35 GMT -5
We start off in a desolated street in a high crowded area. There are many people of all race, size, and looks. There is one man that stands out in the crowd of many. He looks as if he is ready to snap. This man is wearing an Unearth hooded sweatshirt, cameo cargo pants, a very colorful pair of ADIDAS shoes. There is one odd thing about him though, he has a scar on his right cheek. The man side steps a couple of old people. He does bump into a cop however. The cop turns around and kinda flips him off. The man turns around and smiles at the pissed off cop. He then comes to a building that looks to be full of apartments, an apartment building one would say. The building looks to be in good condition. He enters the building and unlocks the door to enter. The man gets on the elevator. He presses the button for the third floor as the door shuts. The elevator is slow in speed as we go up with him. Once we are on the third floor, he gets out of the elevator. He runs down to apartment number three hundred and sixteen. The door opens slowly as we see that the place is completely clean. He sees a note of the kitchen table. The note reads.
“I am going to the store. Chris went with me. Be back soon. Love, Lucy.”
The man crumples the note and throws it away in an already filled trash can. We notice a newspaper article above the trash can. The paper has the headline of.
“Local Wrestler, Reckless Jack, Has Signed Contract with WCF.”
Now that we know that the man is Reckless Jack. He smirks a bit before he goes over to a chair in the family area which includes a normal looking TV. He turns that on for a few minutes. A few generic commercials pass by. One for a new type of toothpaste. The second one is for the NFL Playoffs. The third is a really stupid one with those squirrels for the PSP going hellz yeah. The last one grips the attention of Reckless Jack. We see the screen now and watch and listen along.
The pro wrestling federation that is know as Wrestling Championship Federation is back. This time, they are hopefully here to stay for good. On this one night, January 22nd of 2006, WCF is back with War VI. The popular match in which all the WCF stars are in the same match, fighting for the honor of being the Wrestling Championship Federation World Champion. Superstars scheduled to appear on this amazing show; Creeping Death, Dake Ken, Dark Prophet, Logan, and Rick Mad. Many others will appear on this show as well. Tune in to see the return of WCF next Sunday, live on Pay Per View.[/color]
Reckless Jack smirks again as he turns off the TV. He gets back up and goes to the kitchen. He opens the nice, new looking fridge. Jack gets a bottle of Gatorade. Looks like a grape flavor. Not a bad taste at all. Jack then goes back to the chair and sits down. He turns the TV back on to see that the Colts and Bears lost today. He laughs but then stops once he sees a couple of big hits on Sportscenter. He is flipping through the PPV channels when he notices that a certain wrestling promotion is holding a PPV tonight.
Reckless Jack: Damn it, I forget that was on. Oh well, that is only a distract from what really matters right now. That is that WCF is back. That WCF is holding the sixth installment of the War match. I have been in two of the first five War matches. The first one I was in, I didn’t make much of an impact because I have had no idea what I was in for. Then I was eliminated by my then rival, Creeping Death. A man that refuses to die I guess. Who in the hell knows what he has been up to since WCF closed last time. Who knows what half the assholes in WCF have been up too, but I am getting off track though. Then in the second War match, it was a variation of War Games and the War. I won the match in order to get to the World Title match for MY team, but do I get any goddamn praise for our team being able to go on, no. I didn’t get anything from that. I only got cheated out of a win by a jackass named Logan. Another man that is on my shitlist. But once more, I am getting sidetracked here. Then I had to feud with a person named Nate Nytro. Nate is nothing without me. Without me, he would have never made a name for himself. He owes me for making him. Just like Jon Michaels owes me for making his career as well.
I could have been the best in the wrestling world, but the fans turned their back on me when I cam back from my stay in the mental hospital over the summer. They only sided with me when they felt bad for me. Otherwise, they hated me and they still do. They boo me because they know that I am the best that WCF has to offer. They boo me because I have beaten your favorites. I have beaten Creeping Death in his match. I dominated Nate Nytro until he won by a fluke for cryin out loud. So what do they do, they still boo me. You want my thoughts on the War match, you want my damn opinion for this match? I will tell you what I think of this match.
You see, there are a few unknowns in this match as I like to call them. There are a couple of guys that I have never heard of in my life. Big Country is one of them. But the bigger they are, the harder they fall you know. Besides, I have beaten my share of tall bastards in my time. I have beaten men bigger then you. Ask Dark Prophet, a new comer to WCF. Ask him how I gave him his only loss of 2005. Ask him how his broken leg felt in that match. So don’t play that big men are a lot better then the little guys. We are smarter and faster then you dumpy bastards. So yeah, shut the hell up before you even say anything. Your feelings don’t mean anything compared to mine, Reckless Jack.
So then we have a few men I know well. Creeping Death is a man who is like the plague. A man who doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit, just like me. Otherwise, Creeping Death is just another name anymore. Sure he won the Elimination Chamber last year, but that doesn’t mean anything now a days. So you know, just Creep to a slow Death will ya.
Then we have Dake Ken. I somewhat remember him from WCF a couple of years back, but you know, that is all I can seem to remember about him. He was a decent wrestler though. So, I guess he is like a wild card to me.
Then we have another man pretty new to WCF, Jon Michaels. I hate you with all my heart. You stabbed me in the back you son of a bitch. You took what should have been mine and hogged it for yourself you selfish asshole. Then you follow me around like a puppy dog all over the place. I swear you are really trying to hump my leg. I mean, you know, Jon Michaels is a piece of crap that doesn’t know how to wrestle his way out of a paper bag. He has no shot at winning this match.
Then we have Logan. The Face of Treachery, the former leader of the T.o.T. The man who thinks he is gonna beat all the boudles at the War. He thinks he is the best in WCF, but I think he is right about that one. Logan is maybe the person that is on my level in WCF, but then again, I would kick his ass in a one on one match.
All the rest of the bastards doesn’t matter in this match. Like Rick Mad is relavent to anything these days. Burn Out and his gangly crew don’t mean anything either. They are all horrible and have no shot at beating me. Much like you know, Wreck, etc. Those guys don’t matter. It’s only a matter of time before they all lose to me. Losing to Reckless Jack is like dying. It is a natural part of life. A part that can’t be helped. So, I guess I will walk into the War and walk out the new WCF Champion. End of story.
The door opens as a very good looking blonde woman and a young kid walks through a door. We are guessing that the little one is Chris. The woman, we have no idea who she is. Jack gets up and goes over to them. Chris, the young kid, goes to his room as Jack goes over to the woman. They kiss as we slowly start to leave the apartment.
“I am going to the store. Chris went with me. Be back soon. Love, Lucy.”
The man crumples the note and throws it away in an already filled trash can. We notice a newspaper article above the trash can. The paper has the headline of.
“Local Wrestler, Reckless Jack, Has Signed Contract with WCF.”
Now that we know that the man is Reckless Jack. He smirks a bit before he goes over to a chair in the family area which includes a normal looking TV. He turns that on for a few minutes. A few generic commercials pass by. One for a new type of toothpaste. The second one is for the NFL Playoffs. The third is a really stupid one with those squirrels for the PSP going hellz yeah. The last one grips the attention of Reckless Jack. We see the screen now and watch and listen along.
The pro wrestling federation that is know as Wrestling Championship Federation is back. This time, they are hopefully here to stay for good. On this one night, January 22nd of 2006, WCF is back with War VI. The popular match in which all the WCF stars are in the same match, fighting for the honor of being the Wrestling Championship Federation World Champion. Superstars scheduled to appear on this amazing show; Creeping Death, Dake Ken, Dark Prophet, Logan, and Rick Mad. Many others will appear on this show as well. Tune in to see the return of WCF next Sunday, live on Pay Per View.[/color]
Reckless Jack smirks again as he turns off the TV. He gets back up and goes to the kitchen. He opens the nice, new looking fridge. Jack gets a bottle of Gatorade. Looks like a grape flavor. Not a bad taste at all. Jack then goes back to the chair and sits down. He turns the TV back on to see that the Colts and Bears lost today. He laughs but then stops once he sees a couple of big hits on Sportscenter. He is flipping through the PPV channels when he notices that a certain wrestling promotion is holding a PPV tonight.
Reckless Jack: Damn it, I forget that was on. Oh well, that is only a distract from what really matters right now. That is that WCF is back. That WCF is holding the sixth installment of the War match. I have been in two of the first five War matches. The first one I was in, I didn’t make much of an impact because I have had no idea what I was in for. Then I was eliminated by my then rival, Creeping Death. A man that refuses to die I guess. Who in the hell knows what he has been up to since WCF closed last time. Who knows what half the assholes in WCF have been up too, but I am getting off track though. Then in the second War match, it was a variation of War Games and the War. I won the match in order to get to the World Title match for MY team, but do I get any goddamn praise for our team being able to go on, no. I didn’t get anything from that. I only got cheated out of a win by a jackass named Logan. Another man that is on my shitlist. But once more, I am getting sidetracked here. Then I had to feud with a person named Nate Nytro. Nate is nothing without me. Without me, he would have never made a name for himself. He owes me for making him. Just like Jon Michaels owes me for making his career as well.
I could have been the best in the wrestling world, but the fans turned their back on me when I cam back from my stay in the mental hospital over the summer. They only sided with me when they felt bad for me. Otherwise, they hated me and they still do. They boo me because they know that I am the best that WCF has to offer. They boo me because I have beaten your favorites. I have beaten Creeping Death in his match. I dominated Nate Nytro until he won by a fluke for cryin out loud. So what do they do, they still boo me. You want my thoughts on the War match, you want my damn opinion for this match? I will tell you what I think of this match.
You see, there are a few unknowns in this match as I like to call them. There are a couple of guys that I have never heard of in my life. Big Country is one of them. But the bigger they are, the harder they fall you know. Besides, I have beaten my share of tall bastards in my time. I have beaten men bigger then you. Ask Dark Prophet, a new comer to WCF. Ask him how I gave him his only loss of 2005. Ask him how his broken leg felt in that match. So don’t play that big men are a lot better then the little guys. We are smarter and faster then you dumpy bastards. So yeah, shut the hell up before you even say anything. Your feelings don’t mean anything compared to mine, Reckless Jack.
So then we have a few men I know well. Creeping Death is a man who is like the plague. A man who doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit, just like me. Otherwise, Creeping Death is just another name anymore. Sure he won the Elimination Chamber last year, but that doesn’t mean anything now a days. So you know, just Creep to a slow Death will ya.
Then we have Dake Ken. I somewhat remember him from WCF a couple of years back, but you know, that is all I can seem to remember about him. He was a decent wrestler though. So, I guess he is like a wild card to me.
Then we have another man pretty new to WCF, Jon Michaels. I hate you with all my heart. You stabbed me in the back you son of a bitch. You took what should have been mine and hogged it for yourself you selfish asshole. Then you follow me around like a puppy dog all over the place. I swear you are really trying to hump my leg. I mean, you know, Jon Michaels is a piece of crap that doesn’t know how to wrestle his way out of a paper bag. He has no shot at winning this match.
Then we have Logan. The Face of Treachery, the former leader of the T.o.T. The man who thinks he is gonna beat all the boudles at the War. He thinks he is the best in WCF, but I think he is right about that one. Logan is maybe the person that is on my level in WCF, but then again, I would kick his ass in a one on one match.
All the rest of the bastards doesn’t matter in this match. Like Rick Mad is relavent to anything these days. Burn Out and his gangly crew don’t mean anything either. They are all horrible and have no shot at beating me. Much like you know, Wreck, etc. Those guys don’t matter. It’s only a matter of time before they all lose to me. Losing to Reckless Jack is like dying. It is a natural part of life. A part that can’t be helped. So, I guess I will walk into the War and walk out the new WCF Champion. End of story.
The door opens as a very good looking blonde woman and a young kid walks through a door. We are guessing that the little one is Chris. The woman, we have no idea who she is. Jack gets up and goes over to them. Chris, the young kid, goes to his room as Jack goes over to the woman. They kiss as we slowly start to leave the apartment.
