The Rising End

["Reckless Jack" Brad Kane]

"As a flame burns to touch the sky
So it shall be with man's cry
And this night all will pass away"

We open up tonight in the streets of Boston. There isn't much going on outside of some drunk Red Sox fans stumbling down the streets. They are cheering and such as they have a pretty good baseball team. On the other hand the spectrum, we see the man who likes to call himself the Self Revolution. Yeah, Reckless Jack is walking towards the drunken fans. The drunk people have a bunch of Red Sox apperal on they jump around on each other, so happy looking. On the other hand, Reckless Jack doesn't look to happy as he adjusts his GWC Skull Cap. He pulls the hood up on his Aqua Teen Hunger Force hoodie. After that, he puts his hands back into the hoodie pocket. His camo shorts on the other hand, draw attention to him. As he gets closer to the drunk fans, they keep on getting louder and louder. Jack shakes his head as he keeps on walking, trying not to draw attention to himself. The lifestyle he has chosen might not sit well with the drunk Red Sox fans. Sure there was no game tonight but they love to drink. Regardless... they go past him as one of the drunks walk into Reckless Jack.

Drunk: W... wat... watch yourself... f*g**t.

Reckless Jack keeps on walking as the drunk guys stop.

Drunk: HEY, YOU A FUCKIN f*g OR WHAT?!

Jack shakes his head and doesn't stop.

Drunk: Oh what's the matta? You like battin for the Yankees?

Now this gets the attention of Reckless Jack. As someone who has discovered his Boston roots, he no longer likes to call himself from anywhere in New York and being a Red Sox fan, batting for the Yankees is pretty yeah... think about it.

Reckless Jack: You know, you better fuckin watch yourself.

The drunk throws up his arms.

Drunk: WHAT THE FUCK YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!

Reckless Jack turns around and looks at the crowd of drunk guys.

Reckless Jack: It's pretty simple. There are what, five of you and one of me. I try to rush you and then I get the shit beat out of me. Sound about right?

The drunk looks dumb founded. Too confusing of a sentance for him.

Drunk: All I heard is that I suck.

Reckless Jack: Too drunk to think about what I just said? Fuckin thought so. Go fuck a STD riddin whore and then call me in the morning.

This pisses the drunk off as he starts to run towards Reckless Jack. He throws a punch at Jack but Jack ducks down and kicks the guy in the face once he comes back up. The other drunks start to come over and defend their fallen friend. One by one, they all take swings at Reckless Jack but nothing happens. They all get dropped one by one until sirens are heard. Reckless Jack shakes his head as he goes and sits down the curb.

Reckless Jack: So this is what I am talking about. These drunken people. These are the reason why I formed Uncultured Youth. Those stupid fucks are the reason why I had David Alastair, Kevin Hardaway, Anthony Clark, Xavier Hudson join. They all realize that in order to attain a perfect society it has to be free of people like these punks. It has to be free of the people that cause the fights, that force innocent people walking down the goddamn street to defend themselves. I mean, I used to be those guys. I used to be part of what they would do. Get drunk and watch the baseball game. But then again, I used to be a Mets fan growing up but whatever. Not important. What is important though is this. Uncultured Youth is setting the limit. Anyone who feels like they want to join our culture is free to join. You can't smoke, you can't drink, you can't do drunks, you can have sex with anything that moves. Now I'm not strict on the other straight edge rules like no meat or caffine. Regardless...

He stands back up for a minute and grabs a cell phone from his hoodie pocket. He flips the phone open and checks over something. He is seen pressing buttons, text messaging away. Who knows who it is to. After he is done, he shuts the phone back up and paces about.

Reckless Jack: Sorry about that interruption. That was from my "brother." Yes, my real brother, I'm sure you all remember when I dropped that bomb a few months ago. Some people probably don't know or simply can't remember so let me break it down to you like this. In April, I found out I was adopted and really wasn't a New Yorker like I thought I was. Nah, I was born in Ireland. I was part of what was supposed to be a perfect family. But shit fell apart. Things happened. My mother and father drifted apart and I went with my mom to live here in Boston. My brother stayed in Ireland. So back in April I find out about all this shit. So my life was like, holy shit what the fuck just happened. So I pushed forward into the truth and found out that during a trip over to Ireland, my mom killed my dad and his mistress before killing herself. It messed up my half little sister for life as she watched it and I blacked most of it out. So I was shipped off to Brooklyn, never to be the wiser about what happened.

Jack stops pacing about for a minute as the camera zooms into his face. We see his lip piercing, yeah, he has one, fuck off. He rubs his face as he brings his hood down.

Reckless Jack: This was another reason why I became like these guys here. So many factors in my life lead to the circumstances of me being a hardcore alcoholic. I know what these guys are going through. I've been there but it's getting to be too much now. I get labeled to be an Outcast now. I get labeled to be a freak for choosing a different lifestyle now. It's fucking ironic. There are all these warns about drinking and smoking and there are so many ads for it. But how many for not drinking? Not many. At least not smoking gets a bit more press. But how many times a day do you see a TV ad telling you not to drink because it will fuck your brain and fuck your liver? Yeah, none. It's pure bullshit. How can you society have ads saying not to smoke but you can drink. And don't give me that bullshit about drinking responsibly. That's a load. How many times do you see the kid turning 21 in the bar drinking responsibly. You don't.

Now he takes his skull cap off as he hair falls down.

Reckless Jack: Let's review my month so far. I formed Uncultured Youth, my son died, I can't beat Outcast and I am probably going to jail for tonight. Great one so far right? I mean fuck, what more do people want from me. Do they want me to start drinking again so this would be a bunch of drunk guys instead of a sober, straight edge wrestling beating up a few drunks who were just having a good time. Almost ironic isn't it. When it is two drunk guys fighting, they both take the blame. But when a sober guy and a drunk fight, who gets blamed, the fucking sober guy. You people know that this wasn't my fault. I was pushed into a situation in which I had to defend myself. But will the courts see it that way? No they won't because one of these fucks is gonna go out and get trashed with the judge after the court hearing. Sound fair? No, I hardly think so.

Jack appears to be getting very angry. He takes his head and starts grabbing at his hair.

Reckless Jack: What now GWC? Is Danny Vice going to pay my bail? No he won't. Hell I was joking around earlier this week when I heard someone mentioning beer. I said boo as a joke. Not a very good idea. But whatever, I guess us fucking people in the society of not being like the drones of the alcohol and cigarette society can't make a joke about people drinking a beer. I guess we can't say "Boo beer" and not get yelled at because our owner apparently likes to drink beer. I mean, what the fuck is that? Should we bring back segragation in order to seperate the Straight Edged Society and the Poisioned Society? Might as well do it because in the next five years, kids are gonna be getting trashed when they turn ten. I've heard of twelve year old kids, fucking twelve year old kids going to parties, getting drunk, smoking and then fucking the town whore. Then two weeks later, he gets an itch down at his dick. Goes to the doctor with his older brother and finds out he has crabs. What do you think his parents are going to say? "Good job son, maybe next time you'll knock the bitch up!"

The sirens are getting closer. Reckless Jack goes to sit back down the curb.

Reckless Jack: Tonight things are going to change. Tonight starts the next step in my revolution. Tonight marks the night when my first shots were fired whether I wanted to get into a fight with a drunk piece of shit or not. Why do I call him a piece of shit, he threw a punch at me. I have every fucking right to. However, tonight marks the night when I start the war. You people be damned, the war is coming to you. I didn't want it to come to this but it has. I didn't want to start anything with you drunks, you junkies, you smokers. You brought the fight to me. I've had a bad fucking month and these assholes did nothing for it. These assholes started the war whether you wanted them to or not. The rest of Uncultured Youth can fight or they can join your society. They have options but if they stick with me, they are going to war against the drunks, the junkies and the smokers.

He pauses for a second.

Reckless Jack: How funny is it that the main event of Tribulation is being called an Eight Man War. The real war isn't the main event. The real war starts with Uncultured Youth at Tribulation. You people may not like it but its going to happen. This war starts at Tribulation. I am prepared but are you?

The cops finally arrive as they push the cameras away from the scene.