Post by recklessjack on Jul 5, 2006 20:47:35 GMT -5
Tonight we start off in New York City, just a few days removed from WCF Sunday Slam. There is Reckless Jack standing in the middle of his large, empty apartment. He is smirking as he rolls his neck around. We hear a couple of pops and cracks. Reckless Jack motions for the camera follow him into his office. Once in there, we see pictures of Torture all bloody from Explosion and a couple of pictures from last weeks Slam when RJ attacked Creeping Death. Reckless Jack sits down in a chair and folds his hands and lowers his head… a prayer?
Reckless Jack: Now a few weeks ago I was fired. I won’t lie to you about it. I was told to hit the road and never come back. But yet here I am because WCF can’t survive without me. When WCF needs a guy for a big match, they don’t get Creeping Death. They don’t get Nate Nytro. They don’t get Outcast. Finally, they don’t get Logan anymore. WCF expects to me to carry the promotion and quite frankly, it’s easy work.
Reckless Jack grabs a remote and shows a graphic on a giant TV screen. It shows a main event scale. We see that Reckless Jack has been in eleven main events for one show or another for WCF. (OOC Note: Rough guess) He shuts the screen off.
Reckless Jack: Did you see that? I have been in so many main events in WCF, the people secretly love me. Sure they boo me but that doesn’t mean anything at all. Deep down, everyone is a Reckless Jack fan. They want to see me beat Torture at Aftermath in a few weeks and they want to see me win this week on Slam.
Reckless Jack smirks again. He stands back up and walks towards a window.
Reckless Jack: I can’t wait to step in that ring again on Slam, but a tag team match? Come on, who in the fuck wants to see tag team wrestling when I shine as a singles star? Hell, most of the people spend their money to see me not Torture. The man who I have to tag with on Sunday. Oh Tort, what I would give to just beat your ass Sunday night but alas, I can not. If I hit you, suspended, suplex you, suspened, at least I can tag hard in your face maybe. Just a warning though, stay out of my way. You can even leave me to face both CD and Nate on Slam. I won’t care at all.
But Creeping Death, how are you feeling after that assault I gave you. It was so brutal, you should be eating through a straw. I was kinda hoping Frost would have killed you. But no, you had to kill him. Why did you kill him anyways? Did he piss in your corn flakes or cum on your ex girlfriend’s face? Yeah, I just went there. Fucking loser with your “Look at me, I have face paint on!” “I like to hang out with The Crow for fun.” “Let’s go race cars in some piece of shit Iowa town.” That’s you in a nutshell, besides losing almost every main event match you are in. You lost to me at Till Death Do Us Part didn’t you? Yeah, you did, shut it mister.
Now, Nate Nytro, you are too easy man. Having your agent talk for you while you go out and smoke crack and suck dick, super cool, fucking idiot. I remember back a year or so ago when you and I would go out there and tear the house down every night we were in the ring. Now look at you, barely keeping your job. Lookin like you just woke up from an all male orgy with your face is Creeping Death’s ass crack, which is most likely painted as well. I couldn’t tell you but, Nate, fill us in on Slam. The question of the fucking year here… Does CD paint his ass like he does his face? I don’t know!!!
But anyways, what I am getting to is that this so called Tripod will fall at the hands of the greatest WCF Wrestler alive. Not Logan, that old piece of shit. Not uh, that one new guy, I don’t know his name. Not even Twister herself would take out Tripod. Only I can because out of the three members, I have beat two of them. This Sunday when I beat CD and Nate at the same time, Torture will know his time is indeed coming. His time of being champion is coming to a fucking close. He will know that Reckless Jack made him the victim to the new Reckless Killing. Torture will know that when in the ring with me, you aren’t shit.
Reckless Jack walks out of the room.
Reckless Jack: Now a few weeks ago I was fired. I won’t lie to you about it. I was told to hit the road and never come back. But yet here I am because WCF can’t survive without me. When WCF needs a guy for a big match, they don’t get Creeping Death. They don’t get Nate Nytro. They don’t get Outcast. Finally, they don’t get Logan anymore. WCF expects to me to carry the promotion and quite frankly, it’s easy work.
Reckless Jack grabs a remote and shows a graphic on a giant TV screen. It shows a main event scale. We see that Reckless Jack has been in eleven main events for one show or another for WCF. (OOC Note: Rough guess) He shuts the screen off.
Reckless Jack: Did you see that? I have been in so many main events in WCF, the people secretly love me. Sure they boo me but that doesn’t mean anything at all. Deep down, everyone is a Reckless Jack fan. They want to see me beat Torture at Aftermath in a few weeks and they want to see me win this week on Slam.
Reckless Jack smirks again. He stands back up and walks towards a window.
Reckless Jack: I can’t wait to step in that ring again on Slam, but a tag team match? Come on, who in the fuck wants to see tag team wrestling when I shine as a singles star? Hell, most of the people spend their money to see me not Torture. The man who I have to tag with on Sunday. Oh Tort, what I would give to just beat your ass Sunday night but alas, I can not. If I hit you, suspended, suplex you, suspened, at least I can tag hard in your face maybe. Just a warning though, stay out of my way. You can even leave me to face both CD and Nate on Slam. I won’t care at all.
But Creeping Death, how are you feeling after that assault I gave you. It was so brutal, you should be eating through a straw. I was kinda hoping Frost would have killed you. But no, you had to kill him. Why did you kill him anyways? Did he piss in your corn flakes or cum on your ex girlfriend’s face? Yeah, I just went there. Fucking loser with your “Look at me, I have face paint on!” “I like to hang out with The Crow for fun.” “Let’s go race cars in some piece of shit Iowa town.” That’s you in a nutshell, besides losing almost every main event match you are in. You lost to me at Till Death Do Us Part didn’t you? Yeah, you did, shut it mister.
Now, Nate Nytro, you are too easy man. Having your agent talk for you while you go out and smoke crack and suck dick, super cool, fucking idiot. I remember back a year or so ago when you and I would go out there and tear the house down every night we were in the ring. Now look at you, barely keeping your job. Lookin like you just woke up from an all male orgy with your face is Creeping Death’s ass crack, which is most likely painted as well. I couldn’t tell you but, Nate, fill us in on Slam. The question of the fucking year here… Does CD paint his ass like he does his face? I don’t know!!!
But anyways, what I am getting to is that this so called Tripod will fall at the hands of the greatest WCF Wrestler alive. Not Logan, that old piece of shit. Not uh, that one new guy, I don’t know his name. Not even Twister herself would take out Tripod. Only I can because out of the three members, I have beat two of them. This Sunday when I beat CD and Nate at the same time, Torture will know his time is indeed coming. His time of being champion is coming to a fucking close. He will know that Reckless Jack made him the victim to the new Reckless Killing. Torture will know that when in the ring with me, you aren’t shit.
Reckless Jack walks out of the room.
