Post by recklessjack on Oct 6, 2007 10:41:37 GMT -6
How could I justify this
I can make anything alright
But what do you know about sacrifice
You are no lamb
Any man a creep
Any man deserving
Any man
A victim, a target
I can make anything alright
But what do you know about sacrifice
You are no lamb
Any man a creep
Any man deserving
Any man
A victim, a target
We open to morning in the very heart of St. Louis. Seeing as how it's still morning in the midwest, many people are still sleeping unless they get woke up by the sounds of a cell phone going off because they know a person who was recently injured in a car accident and was just calling to tell the person to say they're fine and everything. They don't realize is that while living in the eastern time zone, they royaly messed up because the midwest runs on central time which is an hour behind. So here we are, a few hours before the promo was supposed to be taped because someone got woke up too damn early. A hard night of watching wrestling DVDs and drinking Kool Aid Bursts can take a toll on a person. You see, to some people, Kool Aid Bursts are the beer of the straight edge. They're better and you don't get that crappy feeling at all. So all in all, shell out to buy a six pack of Bursts that cost less then a dollar. In a theory of truth, Bursts are cheaper and cost way less then a six pack of beer. Want to save money? Go straight edge... or Geiko. Either way you'll save a bunch of money that could easily go somewhere else.
Still... waking up this damn early in the damn day could easily piss of a person who had been drinking the beer the night before. But to the person drinking the Bursts, well they can be just as mad but not really. Doubtful that makes any sense but whatever. Anyways, we are in a hotel room at the moment. A hotel room, how very cliche but it works. A shower is heard shutting off the bathroom as many things are thrown about the room. Mainly jeans and hoodies but they are all over the place. It's like a bomb went off the suitcase and everything went kaboom! Some faint mutter is heard from the bathroom as we see a cell phone laid out on the bed. It's turned on as it starts to ring. It's got one of those song ring tones. So the strains of "A Victim, A Target" by Misery Signals starts to be heard as Reckless Jack comes running through the door in a pair of gym shorts and a plain white t. Probably the type to make some lame jokes about the plain white tees while in the sporting goods section of Wal Mart.
He rushes to pick up the cell phone and looks at the caller i.d. before throwing it back down on the bed. He goes back into the bathroom as it looks like he was halfway done with shaving as one side of his face has no part of a beard while the other does. After a few minutes of looking around the room, we see a few titles strung about but nothing dealing with New Championship Wrestling so they don't matter much in this promo tape. So he finally comes out of the bathroom and is fully dressed now, looking fly in an As I Lay Dying hoodie with camo cargo shorts. No shoes yet as he looks around for a pair of socks. Once he finds em, he puts them on as they are the short ankle sock and you can't see them once you got the shoe on. As he reaches for his shoes, the cell phone goes off again. It's the same song as he pays no attention to the phone this time. He gets his ADIDAS shoes on... old school. Yeah boyee!
He stands up with a determined look on his face as he manages to grab his cell phone before walking out of the door, grabbing a nCw Skull Cap to put over his clean but wet and messy black hair. He also grabs his wallet and the electronic room key so he can get back in later if he so needs to. Well, perhaps at bed time but not at this current moment. He walks in the hallway before he comes to the elevator. He presses the down button as soon the door comes open. He sets inside as he is the only one to do so. Once the door closes back shut, the damn cell phone goes off again. Same song as he looks to be getting fed up at this point. He finally answers the phone in hopes of it'll stop ringing.
Reckless Jack: What in the hell do you want? No, I don't want to hear all about the procedure the doctor put you through in order to get your colon scoped out. Be a man and MAN UP about it. Christ, you're worse then a women when it comes to this stuff. So why don't you just close your eyes real tight and think about your girlfriend or whatever girl you're having sex with at the moment. Althought that could be many people... but still, think happy thoughts when that scope enters your ass. You'll do fine next time so please, don't run out of the room screaming because the doctor slammed it in there too hard to the first time and almost made you bleed. Just think of good things and you'll get through it alright? Okay then. Peace ya dumb bastard.
Finally he has answered whatever annoying person, or at least seemed that way. Maybe now the phone will stop ringing every damn second and we'll be able to get on with our lives and this promo. While on his phone though, he checks his voice mail just incase he missed any calls over the past few hours or weeks besides the person who he just talked to. As Jack enters this voice mail password, the elevator stops on the first floor as he leaves. He sees a few people and nods before walking towards the exit. He pushes the door open with one hand and walks to his car. Yeah, he stayed at a cheaper motel then you think he would but not everyone needs to stay in a thousand dollar a night hotel room when a cheaper one is decent if not better at times for the more personal service. He gets to the car as we notice it's nothing more then a rental. We see the plates on it that says it pretty much.
As he keeps listening to the voice messages, he only perks up once... probably when his girlfriend called him like she said she would but he was too busy in the bathroom letting the power of Taco John's come out his anus. Seriously, if you need to crap, just eat at a fast food place and you'll be on the pooper for quite a while. As he smiles, he realizes that he should caller her back but not on camera obviously. Probably one of those more private calls that need to be made when the camera are off and it's late at night in the hotel room... if you get my drift. Being on the road is hard for a relationship. More so if she isn't all that crazy about wrestling. She must not be otherwise she very well could be on the road with Reckles Jack. But as it is, they have to trust each other but it's pretty easy though. They're basically the same person, just with different sex organs. They're both straight edge and all that so probably no causual sex with people they'd meet at bars while tipping a few beers back. Suppose that's why they're surviving and getting married in the near future.
Jack fumbles with his keys as he closes the cell phone and puts it in the pocket where he had his keys. As he starts the car, the CD player comes on full blast as Jack smiles. Full blown metal or punk is just the way he likes it. Although ironicly, "The Champ Is Here" by Jadakiss is the first song that starts to play. He laughs to himself as he once came out to this song when he was a World Champion way back when. Good times for him but pretty much bad times. It was a wash. He starts to pull out of the hotel and starts to think about New Championship Wrestling and everything that has happened in the past few weeks. Who would have thought he would have teamed with Lance Ryan again after what happened in NWA Reborn. So much untold stuff that will never see the light of day, it's not even funny. But for all the bad times the two had, it was all in the past. They're both different people now. Jack's more mature as Lance is settling down with a woman finally as it seemed.
That brought a smile to his face as he then remembered about what he has to do at Mind Games tomorrow night in this very city. The Ace... someone he knows of from the federation that shant be named because the owner hates that place because of all in the inside jokes that it brings along with some feeling of competition as many people in nCw are from the place that shant be named due to various reasons. But you could be cool like Reckless Jack and be in both places at once. Yeah, he is that badass he can manage time between both and then some. But as he stops at a stoplight, he gets to thinking about what does he really know about Ace. Not much but just enough to field a halfway decent with Chad Lights in a few minutes. The last time Jack and Chad were in the same room, it was part of that very long shoot interview in which Reckless Jack held nothing back about his thoughts and everything. That's in the past though as Jack only has getting to this meeting with Chad Lights.
After a few minutes of driving, he finally gets to the designated interviewing area that the two chose in St. Louis. The place is a very simple restaurant... Applebees... mighta heard of it, mighta not. Either way, that's what they chose. Jack pulls into the parking lot and gets a space. He shuts the car off and exits it. Jack walks into Applebees and sees Chad Lights. Jack nods as he walks towards Chad. They sit at a table as Chad has on yet another suit but no tie today. Oh, must be slumming down a little bit. Regardless, the waitress, Sarah, comes to the table as we see her name tag and everything. She looks like a young college girl, just looking for a few bucks with this part time gig. Hey with the tips, it's not really all that bad of a job.
Sarah: Could I get you gentlemen something to drink?
Reckless Jack: Lemonade.
Chad Lights: Pepsi.
Sarah: Alright then. Anything you'd like for an appetizer?
Jack shakes his head no as Chad looks over the menu really quick.
Chad Lights: Sure. I'll take a plate of Nachos.
Sarah nods her head as she walks off with the drink order and the appetizer order. Chad Lights pulls out a list of questions as Reckless Jack rolls his eyes. Right as Chad gets ready, Sarah comes back with the drinks and has her pad out again.
Sarah: What would you like to have today?
Reckless Jack: That big Applebee Burger. No onion.
Chad Lights: Riblets.
Sarah: Alright. That'll be up in a while gentlemen.
She walks off again as Chad takes a sip of his Pepsi. Jack looks ready to conduct the interview.
Chad Lights: So, here we are Jack. Any thoughts about what Ace did to The Burning?
Reckless Jack: Well, I gotta be mad right. He took out a member of No Warning Shots. How else am I supposed to feel. He had no right to go and do that to a good young competitor. The Burning is a huge loss for us. I mean, what kind of asshole just goes and attacks someone for no damn reason? A lowly coward, that's who. The Ace is someone I know of and he's always been that way in my mind. Ace is just one of those guys that you have to hate because of the way he is and the way he acts. Have you seen someone more full of themselves as that guy is? Rhetorical question Chad, don't answer. But yeah, I guess I'm gonna have to be the one to make sure Ace get what's coming to him because of what he did to Burning. And on a side note, I find himself calling him the One Man Revolution to be hilarious. He should just call himself the One Man Gang and become that horrible gimmick from the early 90's.
Chad Lights: Oh yeah... he came out with the chain. Anyways, what do you think of what Ace said?
Reckless Jack: I honestly couldn't comprehend most of it. The way he was jumping around to trying to make fun of me and then NWS and then the Empire before shoving his head up his homeland's ass. Seriously now... the spelling of my name? Who cares if I leave the "W" out of it. Wreckless Jack just doesn't have the same look to it as Reckless Jack does. Besides, if you've seen my earlier days in wrestling, you'd know EXACTLY why I call myself Reckless Jack. But what about your name Ace? Ace implies a hole in one. The old French came up with word and it meant 'a unit.' So by implying that same logic that you used with my name, you're just a unit, a person. Nothing special about you but no. People had to make other meanings for Ace. So now it comes to people minds as something that is excellent. Something great, something awesome. Hardly the words I'd use to describe you but hey, we all have our faults don't?
While at one time, I really did live up to this ring name I chose, you have never been 'Ace.' You've never done anything excellent. The only thing you do is copy and paste the same boring promo every damn week in order to make yourself look smart, to look good but you achieve neither of those goals. When I think of Ace, I think of boring, dull and not excellent. I think of mediocre, I think of dumb, I think of wanting to pull a Tim White and kill myself in a series of internet videos when I'm forced to sit down and watch a promo of yours. You think you're cool with your little catchphrases that have been worn out despite only have been used for a few years. "Highest deck in the card." Newsflash Ace, we aren't playing a ***damn game of Poker at Mind Games, we are WRESTLING. A concept completely foreign to you as I've seen you try to wrestle. Someday you'll get it but whatever.
Chad Lights: Wow, sounds like you're pretty pissed.
Reckless Jack: I am pissed Chad. Pissed that little pissants like Ace are allowed to speak to the public. Allowed to go out into the public at all. This man needs to be castrated so he has no chance of making a kid and forcing more little Ace's upon the world, lowering our general IQ. That's the only thing we don't need right now is that. Otherwise, it's just all on you Ace. Do you honestly think you can take another member of NWS out in consecutive weeks? I hardly think so Ace. I've beaten people that you can only dream about beating. I hate the fact that you think you're better then me but you've never shown it. From the day I saw you for the first time till now, I've never been impressed and it will show through at Mind Games that NWS is better then the Empire and that I am better then you.
Chad Lights: Anything else you want to add?
Reckless Jack: Ace, at Mind Games, you'll see the Reckless Jack that everyone saw at the Rumble back in February. You know what I'm talking about. The Reckless Jack you saw at Xtraction, Rumble, Night of Champions. Everyone in this damn company that knows me... they know that once I get in the right state of mind and I actually give a crap about whatever it is I am doing, they know for a fact there is nothing that can stop me. Look at what I did to Dave Holland earlier in the year. I very well could have ended him in a second because of my RECKLESS ability to put winning over my own body. Anyone who knows me knows that. So Ace, this whole things comes around to this. You generalized facts about me. You generalized what I am and what I can do. So Ace, you've done it. Congrats, you've done what I no one that knows me wanted to see. You've made me... determined...
And that's enough to make me... Reckless.
Without realizing that the food is nearly ready, Jack gets up and walks out of Applebees leaving Chad Lights with two meals and the whole check to pay for himself.
Chad Lights: ...Crap
We fade away seeing Reckless Jack getting the car and driving off.