Bringing Out The Demons

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- WASTED INTRODUCTION -

"So these are the type of mind games you want to play Kane? I understand that you may want to bitch out at the last moment so you play psychotic breakdown and magically turn into this Reckless Jack douche. Nice try but in the end you still fail. Changin' your identity at the last second isn't goin' to throw me off my game. Changin' who you are won't set me back a step or two. I love surprises. Why do you think I've stuck around WCF for so long? If I didn't get screwed over week in and week out then life would be boring. These surprises, whether good or bad, fuel my fire. It's only a matter of time before everyone else starts noticing the little mistakes and abused power from higher in the ranks. You can talk about your history with WCF but at the end of the day I still don't know or care who the fuck you think you are.

I've been the highlight of events worldwide. I've carried the torch that you could only dream of carrying. People like you, D-Day, Mr. FPV... only wish to have competed at the level that I have. That was then, this is now. I know times are different. I'm here to adapt and become a dominant force in WCF. I know it sounds like a tough objective, especially with the odds stacked against me but I don't care. I've been the new guy in places before and made a name for myself slappin' around little punks like you for a livin'. Just because you have a mental breakdown and want to play tranny cross dresser don't expect me to back down from a fight. I'm in your face now more than ever. You want to be a big name in WCF? You want people to fear you when your name is mentioned? Good luck with that. If I were you I'd get myself a new set of goals. When someone like me looks at someone like you, I see straight through the bullshit. I can see the bitch in you and my friend, being' a bitch isn't goin' to get you a win over me. Not unless management throws a curveball my way. Der Eiserne Mann is comin' out to play tonight."

- Bringing Out The Demons, Chapter 10 -

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Monday 7:23 AM [May 30th, 2011]
Chicago, IL

The dim sun slowly rises over the Windy City waking up all its life below. This morning we find ourselves in the busy mayhem that overruns our international airport system in America. Just recently Knoxville has arrived from his flight to Chicage Midway International Airport. The ride was a little rough but we made it. I guess you could call it a successful flight. Labor Day weekend just makes things even busier than it usually is in this international cluster fuck transportation system we have in the good U S of A. It beats the road though. Fuck sitting in your car stuck in traffic on the jam packed highways across the nation.

Inside by baggage claim Knoxville is spotted leaning against the wall. With his hat on backwards and sunglasses hiding his eyes he slowly bobs his head as music pumps into his brain from the headphones glued to his head. He's dressed in the normal attire, tattered jeans, flip flops, and an original "Influential Minds" t-shirt that has slowly faded. His black leather belt sports a buckle that features an engraved "shocker" hand signal. He slowly chews on the toothpick hanging from his mouth as he looks on at the bags passing by one after the other.

Knoxville: Come on, what's the hold up. It's been a half fuckin' hour already.

He crosses his arms and leans his head back against the brick wall behind him. Something looks different though. The left part of his upper lip is cut to shit. A dark bruise can be seen on the outside edges of his shades surrounding his right eye. He slowly leans forward as an unknown man walks up to him with a handheld recording device in hand.

Knoxville: Fuckin' great. This is exactly how I want to be spening a fuckin' Monday morning at seven thirty.

Knoxville steps forward with caution as he limps slightly holding his side with his left hand. He extends his right hand towards the unknown person beating him to the punch.

Knoxville: Yea?

Unknown: Hello Mr. Knoxville, I'm Chad with the Chicago Times.

Knoxville: Nice to meet you, Chad. What can I do for you?

Chad: Well I caught wind that you were going to be passing through here this morning for the big event tonight. I've followed your career from your PCW days. I just wanted to see if I could get a few comments or reactions to the upcoming match and the actions of Brad Kane.

Knoxville: Well Chad, how nice of you to stalk and track me down. My hat goes off to you. I appreciate the support man. I'd be glad to talk to you on the record right now. I've been waitin' here all this time and it doesn't look like my bag is anywhere in sight.

Chad: So what are your thoughts on the transformation that has overtaken Brad Kane?

Knoxville: I saw the theatrics earlier this morning on my phone. It's amazing what these little things are capable of. I don't know what mental issues are runnin' through Brad Kane's head but he isn't intimidating me. He needs to listen to that whore of his, Megan. Apparently when Reckless Jack comes to town bad things happen to Brad and their relationship. Why the two decide to bring it up here in WCF as if it were a soap opera beats me.

Chad: WCF already had a great matched book for number one Hardcore contendership but when Reckless Jack comes into the picture does that change your strategy of the overall match?

Knoxville: No, can't say that it does. With or without the mask he's still Brad fuckin' Kane. Playing dress-up like it was Halloween doesn't strike any fear into me what so ever.

Chad: WCF knows who Reckless Jack is though Tommy, how could you have never heard of him before?

Knoxville: How can I put this nicely? Basically, I've been in bigger and better places than Kane. From what I've seen from him over this past week on match footage I am confident without a doubt in mind that I will walk away from this match a winner.

Chad: You're that confident? Sounds like cockiness to me.

Knoxville: I am cocky but I'll sure as fuck back it up in that ring tonight. I've done my homework on Kane. He's won the Heavywight championship but who fuckin' hasn't, besides me? That title has been handed around the locker room more than Megan on the recent tour of Mexico. So what? I broke into this business about the same time as him and did similar things in other promotions. Now I'm here on his turf, I'm here to take whatever pride he has for WCF.

Chad: The general crowd seems to be pulling in the favor of Reckless Jack. Does that bother you any?

Knoxville: Well, in a way it does. It bothers me that WCF has fans that stupid. Other than that, I could care less who pulls for who. I love bein' the underdog in matches because it pushes me to go the extra step.

Chad: Have you gone the extra step since returning to WCF?

Knoxville: Seriously? Did you seriously just ask me that?

Chad: Yes. It seems that you've been on a little bit of a losing streak as of late.

Knoxville: All that changes tonight. There's not too much influence anyone can have on our hardcore match tonight. If I don't win tonight, I will walk away from WCF and put a fuckin' bullet in my brain. For weeks I've been overlooked and shitted on. I'm tired of it. I'm comin' to the ring tonight to prove a point and prove to WCF that I'm not goin' anywhere.

Chad: Did you just say that you will walk away from WCF is things don't go in your favor?

Knoxville: You goddamned right I did. I'm not worried about Kane or Jack to get the best of me. I know the guys sported a few championships here in WCF but right here, right now... they don't mean shit just like what I've done in my past means squat to him. A year ago when people didn't look down to me around here I would have had my day with him any time of the week. Now, I have to fight just to keep my head above water only for big brother to come along and push me back beneath with the heel of his shoe.

Chad: Well Mr. Knoxville, I wish you the best of luck in your match tonight.

Knoxville: It's been a pleasure Chad but I don't need any luck.

Chad: What do you need?

Knoxville: I need the playin' field to be level.

Knoxville quickly turns his head only to catch his bag passing by and disappearing into the darkness on the other side of that wall. He shakes his head back and forth as he places his hands on his hips. He then pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips and quickly follows with a lighter. He strikes the top of his lighter igniting the flame as he slowly pulls on the cigarette. He takes a slow draw and inhales briefly before blowing the smoke in Chad's face.

Chad: You know it's against the law to smoke in an airport, right?

Knoxville: No shit smartass. That's what I've been tryin' to tell you. Just pay close attention tonight when Der Eiserne Mann shows up to play with the man in pajamas, Reckless Jack.

Knoxville takes a couple more quick pulls from the cigarette and then flicks it in the face of Chad. Knoxville then exhales through his nose and walks to the other side of the baggage claim to wait for his bag as security moves in on Chad who's picking up the lit cigarette as the scene fades to black.

- AMERICAN HIGHLIFE -

"Brad... Reckless... whatever you're callin' yourself right now, the eagle has landed in Chicago. I don't know what has been goin' on in the back of your mind Brad but you need to seek therapy. They have medication to make little bitches like Reckless Jack go away. I actually find it quite amusing that you're that weak minded to let alternative personalities consume you from the inside. I've had my bumps in the road but goddamn man, you're off the fuckin' radar! One second you're sane, a little off but sane and then the next you're a completely different being. Make up your mind dude. You change your mind more than Glen Hendricks changes personalities. At least he did it right. You're just a copycat mother fucker with cheap theatrics to rely on as backup. We've all seen your type before Kane. We've seen the alter egos and split personalities that have plagued the wrestling business long before you and I stepped foot in this ring.

The time for dress up is over. It's time to put your big boy pants on and man the fuck up. Sorry if I offended you by overlookin' the worthless accomplishments of your WCF career. Sorry bro, sometimes you need to forget the smaller memories to make room for the bigger ones. That's exactly what tonight at Slam will be all about. It's time for you to forget your pointless and pathetic past and face the facts that I'm goin' to be the first bad memory you have just before gettin' kicked out of the business flat on your ass. That's a big memory that you'll need to forget a few smaller ones to remember. You held the world title, good for you. You've also held the Cruiserweight, United States and the Tag titles. Good job buddy! It's easy to accomplish big things when the odds are in your favor. Not tonight though. I'll walk my way straight to the Hardcore championship starting with you tonight. I don't care about your past and what you've done. All I care about is stepping over you and putting you in your place. Kash and I could have easily taken the Tag titles last year and we'd still be holdin' them today without a decent challenge if things would have gone differently. You don't see my using that for an example to boast about my irrelevant highlights in WCF. Maybe it's you who should take their head out of their ass.

I'm not worried with the type of "breed" that represents WCF. Whatever WCF's quality core values are I can guarantee that they will fall in line with mine. I don't expect you to have ever heard of me or any of the promotions I have been in. Afterall, your head is so far up your ass you're tasting what you ate earlier this morning. I can pretty much guarantee that you don't live outside of your comfort zone, outside of WCF. I've beaten people far better talented then you consistently on a weekly basis outside these walls. Just because someone new and unknown to you walks in you go into defensive mode and show to the world just how much of an ignorant dumbass you really are. I didn't know we were goin' to a slumber party tonight either but apprently I've missed the memo. Last year I let alot of people here down. This time I'm here to make things right. You can call it what you will. If you think I ran with my tail tucked between my legs then you'll be disappointed when I knock your fuckin' teeth down your throat at Slam. I'm not just some new guy here thinkin' he's hot shit. I've been the new guy on the block here once before. Then, WCF loved me when I was kickin' ass and takin' names. Now that I'm back, everyone turns their back to me. I'm the same person that wrestled for WCF last year, who everyone cheered for week after week. What's so different now?

People like D-Day don't deserve heavyweight championship title shots. Even you will agree with me there. That's why when you mention bein' in the Hall of Fame I can only laugh to myself. If you truly feel you deserve to be Hall of Fame then by all means don't let me take away your sunshine. But just like WCF givin' D-Day a heavyweight title shot, they can just as easily give you an undeserving Hall of Fame spot. What rankings you have here or what you've fooled the fans and management into believing around here mean jack shit. You mean JACK shit to me Reckless JACK. I have come to WCF to make it my playground. It's time for old news like you to step aside and let the real talent put on the show the fans want to see. I could care less about Creeping Death diggin' into you with barbed wire. Kash will put him in his place as I will you. I live my life hardcore Jack. Althought maybe not so much in the ring but I've been in my share of unlicensed bare knuckle boxin' matches. I've cracked a few chairs over the heads of idiots like you. I've, on several occasions, destroyed my share of tables with puny, pathetic competition like yourself. I'm glad you're making Memorial Day you day to return to the ring. I'm about as American as anyone can get and I find it a privilege to put you on your ass for this great country we have watchin' us. The American Highlife was infected WCF. I'm tired of sittin' around and waitin' for WCF to stand right by me. It's time for me to take matters into my own hands.

I actually have talent.

You pose no threat.

I'm no legend.

You're only a legend in your own mind.

I'm as fuckin' nasty as I wanna be.

You're just a tool ridin' on the handouts that are thrown your way.

Reckless Jack meet Der Eiserne Mann

Don't let your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash."