Post by Outcast on Aug 7, 2007 4:00:21 GMT -5
There comes a time in everyones life that is their defining moment. That is there greatest accomplishment. That is their..proudest achievement. Everyone seeks the same thing. Gold. Titles. Fame and fortune. Everyone is here for that and that alone. Now, you can tell me that is not what you want, but I am no fool. I know what everyone in this roster, or any other wants most of all. I am aware of many things brewing in this company, and who is what and who has the target on there foreheads. I, along with Skyler Striker, T-Money and the others have gained such a mark. The mark of the champion. When you are a champion, you are not only supposed, but expected, to go out and overcome any and all adversaries. When you are strapped and laced with gold it is because you are better than others. You can not fault, nor second guess yourself. Though, there are some unexpected kinks in armors. Matches made that make no sense, and wonder why they even made them. Such is the deal when Danny Vice said who I was facing. Who I would grapple and fight with at Assault. When the name ''Reckless Jack'' left his mouth my mind started to race. Questions of why? How? Questions simply...of pride.
The scene opens showing the looming and ominous Old School. The exterior rotting, and windows busted. The scene ventures, daringly enough, inside the structure. Everything is getting worse by passing week. The weak floor boards showing their age with rotting wood and holes. The stairs seemingly unable to support a five pound child. Yet, through it all the scene comes up to the second floor. Outcast is on this floor, always is. The last room to the right. Like anticipated, expected. Something seems a bit off though. Outcast not standing at his desk, or discussing how he is a champion and why he is. Nor angry about not hearing so much a whisper for David Alastair about the challenge laid out last week. Outcast is simply looking outside. Gazing at the night, enjoying sweet serenity and bliss. He sighs, aware of what is happening. Aware he is not alone as the ''scene'' aka cameraman is behind him. Looking at him. He turns around to show the GWC Tag Title strapped around his waist. He looks so melancholy. So, apathetic. He shakes his head.
Outcast: I guess it was only a matter of time before you showed up. I normally pretend to be unaware that you are here. Though, this is a special circumstance. The sin that will be discussed today is Pride. This sin was not to be discussed now. It was to be saved for the last installment. The original sin that was to be talked about this week was Gluttony. Though Gluttony is a common sin, and this is an uncommon match. This match is the embodiment of Pride. Two men with a storied history, and a blood lust feud. Heh, strange. In my time in wrestling, I have really only had three feuds. In the span of seven years, only three. Hellz Angel, Logan, and Reckless Jack. Thats it. The only three I have ever gone at it with, with the intent to truly do harm to. Every other match, was just a match. Every opponent was just a nameless face that blurred and faded from my existence. Only three names have stuck with me, only three names still get me anxious and ready to go out to the ring and fight. Any one else I'm passive and indifferent about.
Outcast sighs, scratching his head
Outcast: Anyways, so many things must be talked about. Such as defining marks. I know what mine is, I truly do. It was my third and second World title reign. Now, I don't mean to confuse you. Collectively I have been a World Champion three times in my career. Once in NCW(Net Championship Wrestling) and twice in WCF(Wrestling Championship Federation) My defining moment, came with my second WCF title reign. Wouldn't you know it, the man I am facing this week is the very same man I gained my second WCF title from. Reckless Jack. Now, I say that was my true moment, that that was the moment I started to turn heads. My first WCF title people..fans, wrestlers, and management said it was a fluke. They said he was lucky, and when I lost it a week later it held true. No one thought any different of me, and constantly said I was nothing but a glorified mid carder. Then...I won it again. I beat Reckless Jack. The man who bested both Logan and Creeping Death in a three way match. I ended his championship reign. Then people started to look at me in a whole new way. People started to finally consider me a main eventer. That, truly, was a marvelous feeling. Now, months later after our last encounter, we meet again. As he mentioned, we have been in Cage matches, grudge matches, and War matches. Every time we face on another, it is something to remember. The only difference is this is not WCF. This is GWC. A new ring, new owner, and a slew of new faces. It is sad that the current roster will pass this match off as nothing but a lower card match. A match people will use to go to the bathroom in order to be piss free when the main event comes around. No body wants to miss the main event, no body wants to miss GWC's big draw T-Money. So they will pass off this match, as nothing but a piss break and beer refill. I feel sick to my stomach that a match of this caliber will be passed off as that.
Outcast sighs once more, and walks toward his desk. He gets behind it and looks at the empty classroom.
Outcast: Low and behold I can not do anything about that. I can not force the people to watch this match, they have to decide that. I can not force the current roster to respect this ''low card'' match, they have to watch for themselves. I'm not exactly to sure on what to say. How do you respond to something like what RJ said to me? This match means so much to him as it does me. Though, and no disrespect intended, we both have something to lose. Although mine is business, and superficial. His is admirable, and truly grand. He wants to win this match in honor of his son, who sadly met his demise. I want to win this match to further my own career, and to get closer to the main event. Now I could be cruel, and cold. I could say this is business, so I will cut anyones throat to get to the top. Reckless Jack has lost so much, something I could never even comprehend. I have no wife, no children. The closest thing to family is my brother whom I have not spoken to in years. I really don't even have close friends or allies. I mean, I have my tag team partner, but what will become of us if and when we lose the GWC Tag Team Titles? Reckless Jack has endured hell, and I will not be cold and tell him to get out of this business if he misses his son that much. I will try to help him with this pain.
Outcast smiles
Outcast: We all act differently in the ring than we do behind the scene. In the ring we want to get ahead, but behind closed doors, in the backstage area we are all nicer to one another. I have known RJ for years now, I even got to meet his son once. His son seemed something amazing. I told him he is destined for great things. I have never been so wrong though. Now he is gone, and he can only remain in our hearts. Reckless Jack this match is about pride. It's about your pride in your son. I will shake your hand as well, and I will give a great spectacle. This match is for you're son, and I will do my best to honor his memory by giving him one last Reckless Jack versus Outcast match.
The scene slowly fades out
The scene opens showing the looming and ominous Old School. The exterior rotting, and windows busted. The scene ventures, daringly enough, inside the structure. Everything is getting worse by passing week. The weak floor boards showing their age with rotting wood and holes. The stairs seemingly unable to support a five pound child. Yet, through it all the scene comes up to the second floor. Outcast is on this floor, always is. The last room to the right. Like anticipated, expected. Something seems a bit off though. Outcast not standing at his desk, or discussing how he is a champion and why he is. Nor angry about not hearing so much a whisper for David Alastair about the challenge laid out last week. Outcast is simply looking outside. Gazing at the night, enjoying sweet serenity and bliss. He sighs, aware of what is happening. Aware he is not alone as the ''scene'' aka cameraman is behind him. Looking at him. He turns around to show the GWC Tag Title strapped around his waist. He looks so melancholy. So, apathetic. He shakes his head.
Outcast: I guess it was only a matter of time before you showed up. I normally pretend to be unaware that you are here. Though, this is a special circumstance. The sin that will be discussed today is Pride. This sin was not to be discussed now. It was to be saved for the last installment. The original sin that was to be talked about this week was Gluttony. Though Gluttony is a common sin, and this is an uncommon match. This match is the embodiment of Pride. Two men with a storied history, and a blood lust feud. Heh, strange. In my time in wrestling, I have really only had three feuds. In the span of seven years, only three. Hellz Angel, Logan, and Reckless Jack. Thats it. The only three I have ever gone at it with, with the intent to truly do harm to. Every other match, was just a match. Every opponent was just a nameless face that blurred and faded from my existence. Only three names have stuck with me, only three names still get me anxious and ready to go out to the ring and fight. Any one else I'm passive and indifferent about.
Outcast sighs, scratching his head
Outcast: Anyways, so many things must be talked about. Such as defining marks. I know what mine is, I truly do. It was my third and second World title reign. Now, I don't mean to confuse you. Collectively I have been a World Champion three times in my career. Once in NCW(Net Championship Wrestling) and twice in WCF(Wrestling Championship Federation) My defining moment, came with my second WCF title reign. Wouldn't you know it, the man I am facing this week is the very same man I gained my second WCF title from. Reckless Jack. Now, I say that was my true moment, that that was the moment I started to turn heads. My first WCF title people..fans, wrestlers, and management said it was a fluke. They said he was lucky, and when I lost it a week later it held true. No one thought any different of me, and constantly said I was nothing but a glorified mid carder. Then...I won it again. I beat Reckless Jack. The man who bested both Logan and Creeping Death in a three way match. I ended his championship reign. Then people started to look at me in a whole new way. People started to finally consider me a main eventer. That, truly, was a marvelous feeling. Now, months later after our last encounter, we meet again. As he mentioned, we have been in Cage matches, grudge matches, and War matches. Every time we face on another, it is something to remember. The only difference is this is not WCF. This is GWC. A new ring, new owner, and a slew of new faces. It is sad that the current roster will pass this match off as nothing but a lower card match. A match people will use to go to the bathroom in order to be piss free when the main event comes around. No body wants to miss the main event, no body wants to miss GWC's big draw T-Money. So they will pass off this match, as nothing but a piss break and beer refill. I feel sick to my stomach that a match of this caliber will be passed off as that.
Outcast sighs once more, and walks toward his desk. He gets behind it and looks at the empty classroom.
Outcast: Low and behold I can not do anything about that. I can not force the people to watch this match, they have to decide that. I can not force the current roster to respect this ''low card'' match, they have to watch for themselves. I'm not exactly to sure on what to say. How do you respond to something like what RJ said to me? This match means so much to him as it does me. Though, and no disrespect intended, we both have something to lose. Although mine is business, and superficial. His is admirable, and truly grand. He wants to win this match in honor of his son, who sadly met his demise. I want to win this match to further my own career, and to get closer to the main event. Now I could be cruel, and cold. I could say this is business, so I will cut anyones throat to get to the top. Reckless Jack has lost so much, something I could never even comprehend. I have no wife, no children. The closest thing to family is my brother whom I have not spoken to in years. I really don't even have close friends or allies. I mean, I have my tag team partner, but what will become of us if and when we lose the GWC Tag Team Titles? Reckless Jack has endured hell, and I will not be cold and tell him to get out of this business if he misses his son that much. I will try to help him with this pain.
Outcast smiles
Outcast: We all act differently in the ring than we do behind the scene. In the ring we want to get ahead, but behind closed doors, in the backstage area we are all nicer to one another. I have known RJ for years now, I even got to meet his son once. His son seemed something amazing. I told him he is destined for great things. I have never been so wrong though. Now he is gone, and he can only remain in our hearts. Reckless Jack this match is about pride. It's about your pride in your son. I will shake your hand as well, and I will give a great spectacle. This match is for you're son, and I will do my best to honor his memory by giving him one last Reckless Jack versus Outcast match.
The scene slowly fades out