Press Conference

[recklessjack]

We are in a crowded room in a hotel ballroom. There are many reporters and that such all sitting down in chairs waiting for the arrival of someone it seems. A door opens and out comes Reckless Jack wearing a Brown suit with a red tie. He is clean shaven for once and he has a new haircut. Jack also has a bottle of water in his hand. We see the flash of cameras as he walks to a podium that has quite a few microphones. Once he is there, he stops and takes a breath. There seems to be a tear running down his face.

Reckless Jack: Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to this very rare press conference. You may be wondering why we are all here tonight. Today, I feel like the luckiest man alive. I consider this to be one of the best times in my life. Well, I’m not gonna beat around the bush anymore. I have found out that I have to retire in the near future, before the end of the month actually. I guess I have messed my neck up badly now and one wrong move, my career could be over in a second. My life too maybe. This is just a hard thing to stomach. This news really hasn’t settled in yet.

The reporters start to stand up in order to ask questions. Reckless Jack doesn’t call for any of them yet, but instead tells them to sit back down in their chairs.

Reckless Jack: Wait a second, it seems I have fooled you once again. Reckless Jack isn’t going anywhere. I have been told that I can wrestle for years to come. There isn’t a damn thing that is gonna slow down this man. There isn’t a soul that will be able to stop me in the future. When you think about it, I am gonna beat Creeping Death’s ass to hell and back on Slam tomorrow night. Now, I’ll field your questions.

Many hands shoot up to ask questions. Reckless Jack calls on a man.

What do you think about facing Creeping Death again?

Reckless Jack: What do I think, what do I think? It doesn't matter what I think son. I was put in this match because WCF wants to get rid of me. WCF doesn't want Reckless Jack in here anymore. They view me as a threat to their horrible product. WCF thinks they can get rid of me though, good luck ya punk bitches. Next question.

What is going on with you, Logan, and Wreck?

Reckless Jack: That is for me to know and you to find out. Next question.

I've heard rumors that you are getting a manager, is this true?

Reckless Jack: This could be true. Infact this is true. In the near future you will see Reckless Jack having the best damn manager in the wrestling world. Next question.

Do you think you can beat Creeping Death on Slam tonight?

Reckless Jack: Well, I promise you that Creeping Death will not be able to walk out under his own accord tonight. I promise you that Creeping Death will be taken away on a stretcher or worse. I promise that this will indeed be the last time I have to go into the ring with that sleazy bastard. We have all seen what he has done to his friends, family, enemies. The man is fucked up in the head. I saw my family get beat, but you don't see me going gothic over it. From what I hear though, Creeping Death is nothing but a fucking poser.

I hear that the beloved Creeping Death was really a preppy kid in school. That he wore sweater vests instead of black pants and a Metallica shirt. If anything, I'm more like Creeping Death then Creeping Death is like Creeping Death. Like I said though, the man is fucked up, but I am the only person in WCF that can possible get as sadistic, cruel, sucidial, and extreme as he can. Why do you think he fears me. I have whipped his ass in a ladder match before so why can't I do it again.

Back when I was starting off in WCF, I whipped his ass all over the ring. I whipped his ass in XCW and I'll whip his ass again in WCF. Creeping Death is nothing compared to the power of Reckless Jack. You better hope I'm in a good good tonight Creeps otherwise you might end up in a body bag. Where... you... should... already... be!

That is all for my press conference. If you want more, too bad. Now get the hell out.

Everyone slowly leaves the room except for Reckless Jack. He sees the door slowly open. Jack smiles...

[Corey Black]

... but Reckless Jack's smile slowly turns to distain as Creeping Death enters the ballroom. The reporters all come back quickly, fighting over places to sit. Creeping Death calmly walks over to Reckless Jack, and stands face to face with him. Creeping Death's cold gray colored eyes pierce through RJ. After a few moments, Creeping Death says something loudly, as to be picked up by the microphones.

Creeping Death: You wanna get the fuck out of my way so I can talk to these people?

Reckless Jack smiles, and doesn't move. Creeping Death looks down and goes for an uppercut, but Reckless Jack has already backed off and taken a seat, obviously lounging.

Creeping Death: Nice, nice.

CD leans over the podium, looking out into the crowd of reporters.

Reporter: Creeping Death! What are you doing here?

Creeping Death: As chance may have it, I was cruising along, and I saw Reckless Jack's vehicle here. So, I pulled up to the rusted out nineteen-eighty three Chevy Lumina, and decided to check out a few things. What I found was this goofy press conference. So, naturally, I thought should bring some spice and talent to the forefront of your lives.

Reporter: Is it true that you were a so called "prep" in high school? Wearing sweater vests? And calling you a poser?

CD almost keels over chuckling.

Creeping Death: Jack, you said that? You goofy, goofy bastard. I've worn a sweater vest about as many times as Reckless Jack over here has gotten laid.

...

And through the grapevine, that's zero.

The crowd of reporters let out a collective 'oohhhh' as Reckless Jack looks up at CD, shaking his head in disgust.

Reporter: Creeps! What do you think of Reckless Jack claiming he is, and I quote, "the only person in WCF that can possible get as sadistic, cruel, sucidial, and extreme as he can"?

Creeping Death looks back at Reckless Jack, angling it so that his mouth is at the microphones, and his eyes are fixated on RJ.

Creeping Death: I think that he's full of shit. If anything, Reckless Jack is a cheap Creeping Death knockoff. Cheap. The only posing going on around here, is RJ posing as a threat to me.

Reporter: So you don't think you'll have much of a problem on Slam, even considering RJ dodging the question about his friends?

Creeping Death: In all honesty, it wouldn't be the first time I was outnumbered. Sure I won't enjoy it, but come on people, this is Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. Reckless Jack over there is seriously out of his element.

Reporter: But he's defeated you in Ladder Matches before..

Creeping Death: AHASBQJH. Shut the fuck up. I don't care. Before was before, this is now. If you really feel the need to go back in time, we should probably go back to the Elimination Chamber. Where I lasted Reckless Jack, Rick Mad, Twisted Elements, and Nate Nytro. Why can't we bring that up? Or why can't we bring up the Hardcore Title tournament in XCW when Reckless Jack just up and left the company after a couple matches? Fact of the matter, he's scared of me. He tries to give off this tough exterior, but deep down, he's scared. So scared he tries to imitate me to help his own fear. I'm pretty fucking sick of it. At Slam, for damn sure, I'm going to end Reckless Jack little Creeping Death Parade once and for all.

Creeping Death kicks down the podium, and lays the greatest middle finger into Reckless Jack's face. CD then switches it up to the devil horns as he walks out of the ballroom.