Post by recklessjack on Jan 18, 2006 21:46:31 GMT -5
We start out in a lone room that has a single door and no windows. There is a tad bit of light in the room that is small as a bathroom it seems. We see a faint silhouette of a man in a corner, taking a drink of an unknown substance as this time. Then we hear a bit of sighing coming from the same corner. This man has to have something on his mind. All of a sudden, he throws the bottle at the wall. It shatters, so this could maybe be a beer bottle. Or even a whiskey bottle this man has thrown. We hear more sighing coming from the corner. We see a lighter start up in the corner now too. Is this man smoking now as well. Not very good habits for a wrestler. We hear the lighter hit the ground now. The sound echoes through out the dimly lit room. We now hear a voice start to speak from the corner of this room.[/i]
Man: Here we are. In my room that was my home for a year. This is where I was held after my arrest. This is where I cried myself to sleep missing home because of my fuck up. This is where I saw some of the worst shit in my life. I saw a man get stabbed in my room over some as small as a pack of smokes that he owed someone. I saw a man get beat for not being sodomized by his cellmate. My own cellmate tried to put himself on me, but I refused every time. One night, I got tired of being passive and brutally beat him with a toilet seat. I didn’t stop until I couldn’t hear him breathe. He didn’t die, but I did put him in a coma.
A few weeks later, I had to fight a huge son of a bitch for the guards fun time. I got my ass handed to me from this big motherfucker. I mean, this guy was about seven foot and three bills too. After that, I started to be passive again. I passed up many other fights, not wanting to hurt someone again or getting hurt for that matter. After my time was up in prison, I was back on the outside world again. Not knowing what to expect. The first twenty four hours I was out, I was nearly in a fight. My passiveness won out again as I just walked away without giving the fight a second thought. Now in my line of work, being passive gets you nowhere. Not having that killer instinct will end you in a second. That second could be the difference between walking out and leaving on a stretcher.
You see, what I do is important to me. It is my life outside of my family. My family comes first most of the time, but in the case of WCF, this comes first. The War VI comes before everything else I do. The War match is important to me. The War is why I came back to WCF in the first place. The War has some of the best wrestlers in the world competing for the World title of WCF. When you look at what has been said this week, there has been some good things and some bad things.
The lights come on as we see the man is Reckless Jack. He is standing in the middle of the room now. We see that the glass we heard break was a mirror. The light we saw was a lighter, but it was just turned on to as an illusion. Reckless Jack is wearing a Killswitch Engage shirt with carpenter jeans on. His shoes are something unfamiliar from what we are seeing. They are old school Nikes. They are white with blue trim on them. The laces look new as well. Perhaps he has just gotten this. Who knows. We also notice that he has a cap on. Looks to be an ADIDAS cap that is red and black. It is backwards. Reckless Jack stands there and looks around the room. We look up at the ceiling with him and see that there is blood on the ceiling. There is blood everywhere in fact. We wonder what is going on as Jack starts to speak once more.
Reckless Jack: This used to be my home I guess. Even though this complex has shut down, they have given me permission to be in here tonight. To speak to you WCF fans. You see, I consider WCF my home. My home away from home. WCF is where I got my start in wrestling. This is were I won my first match. Lost my first match. Won and lost my first title. Where I was in the War match for the first time. WCF went by so fast, I was still spinning when it was shut down for a few months due to problems to some people. I moved on with my life and went on to the place that gave me a home for a long time. That place was XCW. The place where I was untouchable.
I always consider WCF my home. I mean, I came back again for the second time when they reopened and had a good time. Got screwed over a few times by various wrestlers, but then again, that is wrestling for you. I should have won this WCF over a year ago. But no, I had to be screwed out of it. So then when WCF closed again, I was still going strong in XCW. Then I won the XCW World Heavyweight Championship. I was a freaking god to the people in XCW. Everywhere I went people said “Hey, that’s Reckless Jack.” But my time in WCF, no one knew who I was. They had never heard of me dispite what I had done in my time there.
The people didn’t know who I was. I was a top tier superstar in WCF last year and people still didn’t know me from WCF. That is when I stopped caring about what the WCF jackass fans thought. That is when I called XCW home for good. You see though, I have never lost my title in XCW. I went out on top. So that still makes me the champion as far as I can say. That makes me the only World Champion in WCF right now. WCF should be bowing at my fucking feet. They should be kissing my ass for joining this shitty little run down place. WCF is going to be my personal bitch.
WCF has no idea what they have done to me. They have raped me of my feelings much like people were raped and beaten in this very cell years ago. Much like I raped my girlfriend when she refused to have sex with me the other night. I have snapped for good this time. WCF has awakened the beast inside of Reckless Jack. WCF has awakened what is all hell in me. No, I do not plan on going pyscho like that Dark Prophet jackass does. Oh not by a long shot. You see, I am just a completely different person this time around then I was when I faced off against the bitch known as Nate Nytro.
You see, many people have tried to end my career. Many people have threatened me over the years. Some people like the chickens hit Jon Michaels. Some people have given me no respect throughout my career like Seth Lerch, the owner of the dump. Seth Lerch is what is wrong with wrestling today. He goes out and hires old has beens. The likes of a Rick Mad, Creeping Death, Logan, Dake Ken, etc. All guys who have had their time in the spotlight in WCF. Whether it be from the Rick Mad and Creeping Death tag team and feud. Whether it be the Team of Treachery from back in the day. Or whether it be “The Elite” brought in by the jackass Davey Ortega. WCF should not be considered in any way shape or form.
WCF is nothing but a place full of people that are holding me back for too long. I, Reckless Jack, do hear by swear to hate WCF for which it stands. One nation, under God, with unfairness and shitty matches for all. Amen.
Reckless Jack spits on the floor of the cell and then leaves. We hear the shoes walking on the steel. The camera crew leaves the cell, but Reckless Jack has already walked off.
Man: Here we are. In my room that was my home for a year. This is where I was held after my arrest. This is where I cried myself to sleep missing home because of my fuck up. This is where I saw some of the worst shit in my life. I saw a man get stabbed in my room over some as small as a pack of smokes that he owed someone. I saw a man get beat for not being sodomized by his cellmate. My own cellmate tried to put himself on me, but I refused every time. One night, I got tired of being passive and brutally beat him with a toilet seat. I didn’t stop until I couldn’t hear him breathe. He didn’t die, but I did put him in a coma.
A few weeks later, I had to fight a huge son of a bitch for the guards fun time. I got my ass handed to me from this big motherfucker. I mean, this guy was about seven foot and three bills too. After that, I started to be passive again. I passed up many other fights, not wanting to hurt someone again or getting hurt for that matter. After my time was up in prison, I was back on the outside world again. Not knowing what to expect. The first twenty four hours I was out, I was nearly in a fight. My passiveness won out again as I just walked away without giving the fight a second thought. Now in my line of work, being passive gets you nowhere. Not having that killer instinct will end you in a second. That second could be the difference between walking out and leaving on a stretcher.
You see, what I do is important to me. It is my life outside of my family. My family comes first most of the time, but in the case of WCF, this comes first. The War VI comes before everything else I do. The War match is important to me. The War is why I came back to WCF in the first place. The War has some of the best wrestlers in the world competing for the World title of WCF. When you look at what has been said this week, there has been some good things and some bad things.
The lights come on as we see the man is Reckless Jack. He is standing in the middle of the room now. We see that the glass we heard break was a mirror. The light we saw was a lighter, but it was just turned on to as an illusion. Reckless Jack is wearing a Killswitch Engage shirt with carpenter jeans on. His shoes are something unfamiliar from what we are seeing. They are old school Nikes. They are white with blue trim on them. The laces look new as well. Perhaps he has just gotten this. Who knows. We also notice that he has a cap on. Looks to be an ADIDAS cap that is red and black. It is backwards. Reckless Jack stands there and looks around the room. We look up at the ceiling with him and see that there is blood on the ceiling. There is blood everywhere in fact. We wonder what is going on as Jack starts to speak once more.
Reckless Jack: This used to be my home I guess. Even though this complex has shut down, they have given me permission to be in here tonight. To speak to you WCF fans. You see, I consider WCF my home. My home away from home. WCF is where I got my start in wrestling. This is were I won my first match. Lost my first match. Won and lost my first title. Where I was in the War match for the first time. WCF went by so fast, I was still spinning when it was shut down for a few months due to problems to some people. I moved on with my life and went on to the place that gave me a home for a long time. That place was XCW. The place where I was untouchable.
I always consider WCF my home. I mean, I came back again for the second time when they reopened and had a good time. Got screwed over a few times by various wrestlers, but then again, that is wrestling for you. I should have won this WCF over a year ago. But no, I had to be screwed out of it. So then when WCF closed again, I was still going strong in XCW. Then I won the XCW World Heavyweight Championship. I was a freaking god to the people in XCW. Everywhere I went people said “Hey, that’s Reckless Jack.” But my time in WCF, no one knew who I was. They had never heard of me dispite what I had done in my time there.
The people didn’t know who I was. I was a top tier superstar in WCF last year and people still didn’t know me from WCF. That is when I stopped caring about what the WCF jackass fans thought. That is when I called XCW home for good. You see though, I have never lost my title in XCW. I went out on top. So that still makes me the champion as far as I can say. That makes me the only World Champion in WCF right now. WCF should be bowing at my fucking feet. They should be kissing my ass for joining this shitty little run down place. WCF is going to be my personal bitch.
WCF has no idea what they have done to me. They have raped me of my feelings much like people were raped and beaten in this very cell years ago. Much like I raped my girlfriend when she refused to have sex with me the other night. I have snapped for good this time. WCF has awakened the beast inside of Reckless Jack. WCF has awakened what is all hell in me. No, I do not plan on going pyscho like that Dark Prophet jackass does. Oh not by a long shot. You see, I am just a completely different person this time around then I was when I faced off against the bitch known as Nate Nytro.
You see, many people have tried to end my career. Many people have threatened me over the years. Some people like the chickens hit Jon Michaels. Some people have given me no respect throughout my career like Seth Lerch, the owner of the dump. Seth Lerch is what is wrong with wrestling today. He goes out and hires old has beens. The likes of a Rick Mad, Creeping Death, Logan, Dake Ken, etc. All guys who have had their time in the spotlight in WCF. Whether it be from the Rick Mad and Creeping Death tag team and feud. Whether it be the Team of Treachery from back in the day. Or whether it be “The Elite” brought in by the jackass Davey Ortega. WCF should not be considered in any way shape or form.
WCF is nothing but a place full of people that are holding me back for too long. I, Reckless Jack, do hear by swear to hate WCF for which it stands. One nation, under God, with unfairness and shitty matches for all. Amen.
Reckless Jack spits on the floor of the cell and then leaves. We hear the shoes walking on the steel. The camera crew leaves the cell, but Reckless Jack has already walked off.
