Post by "Reckless Jack" Brad Kane on Aug 5, 2007 19:58:47 GMT -5
We open up to a dark cemetery. Rain is falling at a rapid rate as there are quite a few tombstones, naturally. Anyways, after going past ten or twenty of them, hard to keep track as they come in all shapes and sizes, we come across one in particular. There is a man, sitting down in this rain, head down, appears to be crying. He lifts up his head as we see it is none other then Reckless Jack. His hair is soaked along with his clothes due to the rain he is sitting in. Puddles are forming in some places where there is gravel for the hearse to travel on. We look at the tombstone as we see it is none other then his son's.
Reckless Jack puts down a flower next to the tombstone. There appears to be quite a few of them already. Reckless Jack's A.F.I. hoodie is soaked. His pants are muddy along with his shoes. Jack doesn't bother to get up at all. He keeps on putting flowers down.
Reckless Jack: So you managed to find me like the fucking animals you are. During a man's time of peace you can't bother to leave me alone. You have to track down a crying man. A man's whose son has just passed away and you expect a promo from me? What are you thinking? We all know I don't have my mind in this right now. We all know that Assault will be the toughest match I've ever had and that's not a hyperbole either. I.. I mean, what does Danny Vice expect from me? Does he expect another long winded promo about how much I hate Outcast? Doe... Does he expect me to say that I am going to kick his ass and all that other bullshit we are noted for saying?
Reckless Jack stops for a minute as he puts his hood up, covering the black/blonde hair.
Reckless Jack: My son has just passed away. The funeral was yesterday. It was nice. So many people I had forgotten about. People I haven't seen in years showed up to support me in my time of need. So many people I had cut ties with due to the bullshit in wrestling showed up to support a man that supposedly screwed up their careers for his own selfish gain. Perhaps they're right. Maybe I was a bastard during my early days. Looking out for myself and no one else. Leaving Chris at home for months at a time with a babysitter while I came out onto the road and got piss faced drunk every night after getting my paycheck. What kind of father was I? What kind of person have I been for being what I was?
He shakes his head as he stops with the flowers. He produces a picture of him and Chris at what appears to be Christmas time.
Reckless Jack: That was Christmas 2005. The last fucking Christmas I spent with him because of my selfishness. You see, there was a time when I used my son, my own flesh and blood to further get myself over in wrestling by having him in a shoot style angle not once but twice. Two times I exploited a young boy so I could make a bigger name for myself. His mother flipped and had him ripped away from me. He was taken away from me right after his seventh birthday. In a span of a year, I saw him once. Not because I wasn't busy, not because I didn't want to but because of his mother. There is a long story behind it and to understand it, it would take me days to explain it to you people.
Jack looks at the tombstone.
Reckless Jack: Let me tell you though, he was a great kid, a good son. Never talked back, did what he was told. Cleaned up his room, smart, everything I wasn't, he was. He had everything going for him in life. Almost a fucking genius if you ask me but those are the breaks. Of all the shit I gave people, it's coming back to me. Everything I've said, done, did, drank, smoked, whatever it was, it's coming back to me now. You all heard me at the cabin last week. Going on about this or that. You heard me talk about how I became the Self Revolution as I put it in the ring. He was the only fucking reason why I stopped drinking. Chris was the reason why I went to rehab and got sober. This kid was my only reason and he is gone.
Reckless Jack sighs as he continues to look at the tombstone.
Reckless Jack: This week though, Global Wrestling Coalition, it will be the toughest match I've had. Tougher then anything XHF threw at me, WCF, GWC, NWA, any place I was at, this is tougher. This was tougher then wrestling after my whore of a wife left me. Harder then when he was taken away from me by his mother a couple of years ago. So you gotta understand I'm not totally with it. I am not all there mentally. But Outcast, we have a lot of history. A lot of blood shed in that ring. We both had wars against each other in WCF and now its here in GWC. Outcast, you know I respect you and you might respect me but believe me when I say that I will refuse to lose. This match is for me, for my son. As cliched as it sounds, this match is in the memory of my son. He always loved watching us Outcast. Me and you in that ring was one of his favorites.
He pauses.
Reckless Jack: Remember that cage match we had back in October? Remember me jumping off the top of the cage to beat you. Remember the Timebomb match? Remember when you beat me for the World Title? Hell, do you remember our confrontations during WAR IV? All the history for us points to this match. Victor, Outcast, whatever you want to call yourself, I will shake you hand. I will still respect you whether I win or lose on Assault. God help me if I lose but this is for Chris. I don't have much more to say Outcast so see you in the ring.
Reckless Jack keeps on sitting there as we slowly fade away.
Chris Kane
May 30, 1999 - July 31, 2007
Beloved Son
May 30, 1999 - July 31, 2007
Beloved Son
Reckless Jack puts down a flower next to the tombstone. There appears to be quite a few of them already. Reckless Jack's A.F.I. hoodie is soaked. His pants are muddy along with his shoes. Jack doesn't bother to get up at all. He keeps on putting flowers down.
Reckless Jack: So you managed to find me like the fucking animals you are. During a man's time of peace you can't bother to leave me alone. You have to track down a crying man. A man's whose son has just passed away and you expect a promo from me? What are you thinking? We all know I don't have my mind in this right now. We all know that Assault will be the toughest match I've ever had and that's not a hyperbole either. I.. I mean, what does Danny Vice expect from me? Does he expect another long winded promo about how much I hate Outcast? Doe... Does he expect me to say that I am going to kick his ass and all that other bullshit we are noted for saying?
Reckless Jack stops for a minute as he puts his hood up, covering the black/blonde hair.
Reckless Jack: My son has just passed away. The funeral was yesterday. It was nice. So many people I had forgotten about. People I haven't seen in years showed up to support me in my time of need. So many people I had cut ties with due to the bullshit in wrestling showed up to support a man that supposedly screwed up their careers for his own selfish gain. Perhaps they're right. Maybe I was a bastard during my early days. Looking out for myself and no one else. Leaving Chris at home for months at a time with a babysitter while I came out onto the road and got piss faced drunk every night after getting my paycheck. What kind of father was I? What kind of person have I been for being what I was?
He shakes his head as he stops with the flowers. He produces a picture of him and Chris at what appears to be Christmas time.
Reckless Jack: That was Christmas 2005. The last fucking Christmas I spent with him because of my selfishness. You see, there was a time when I used my son, my own flesh and blood to further get myself over in wrestling by having him in a shoot style angle not once but twice. Two times I exploited a young boy so I could make a bigger name for myself. His mother flipped and had him ripped away from me. He was taken away from me right after his seventh birthday. In a span of a year, I saw him once. Not because I wasn't busy, not because I didn't want to but because of his mother. There is a long story behind it and to understand it, it would take me days to explain it to you people.
Jack looks at the tombstone.
Reckless Jack: Let me tell you though, he was a great kid, a good son. Never talked back, did what he was told. Cleaned up his room, smart, everything I wasn't, he was. He had everything going for him in life. Almost a fucking genius if you ask me but those are the breaks. Of all the shit I gave people, it's coming back to me. Everything I've said, done, did, drank, smoked, whatever it was, it's coming back to me now. You all heard me at the cabin last week. Going on about this or that. You heard me talk about how I became the Self Revolution as I put it in the ring. He was the only fucking reason why I stopped drinking. Chris was the reason why I went to rehab and got sober. This kid was my only reason and he is gone.
Reckless Jack sighs as he continues to look at the tombstone.
Reckless Jack: This week though, Global Wrestling Coalition, it will be the toughest match I've had. Tougher then anything XHF threw at me, WCF, GWC, NWA, any place I was at, this is tougher. This was tougher then wrestling after my whore of a wife left me. Harder then when he was taken away from me by his mother a couple of years ago. So you gotta understand I'm not totally with it. I am not all there mentally. But Outcast, we have a lot of history. A lot of blood shed in that ring. We both had wars against each other in WCF and now its here in GWC. Outcast, you know I respect you and you might respect me but believe me when I say that I will refuse to lose. This match is for me, for my son. As cliched as it sounds, this match is in the memory of my son. He always loved watching us Outcast. Me and you in that ring was one of his favorites.
He pauses.
Reckless Jack: Remember that cage match we had back in October? Remember me jumping off the top of the cage to beat you. Remember the Timebomb match? Remember when you beat me for the World Title? Hell, do you remember our confrontations during WAR IV? All the history for us points to this match. Victor, Outcast, whatever you want to call yourself, I will shake you hand. I will still respect you whether I win or lose on Assault. God help me if I lose but this is for Chris. I don't have much more to say Outcast so see you in the ring.
Reckless Jack keeps on sitting there as we slowly fade away.