Post by recklessjack on May 4, 2008 21:44:09 GMT -6
I've lied to you
The same way that I always do
This is the last smile
That I'll fake for the sake of being with you
The same way that I always do
This is the last smile
That I'll fake for the sake of being with you
You know the drill by now. It's the handheld camera that Reckless Jack has been using in his sporadic appearances as of late, all of which were explained this past week on Collision. He carries the same look in his face as he has a full beard in effect right now.
Reckless Jack: Only a handful of people can make the claim of being better then everyone. Only a few people can make mention of the fact that they know, deep down inside their soul, that they are just head and shoulders above the rest of everyone else. When you look back at what I have accomplished so far in New Championship Wrestling, it should put almost any doubt away about this title shot that was granted to be weeks ago by Leonard Fox. This whole thing was brought about by Lance running his mouth, like he is accustomed to do through out his career. From when I met him three years ago until today, it's always been the same. He runs his mouth and he gets what he wants, doesn't matter the situation. Whether it's his NWA or nCw World Championship Title reigns, he's always gotten his way.
Take this for an instance, back in 2005; your hero nearly killed someone to get what he wanted. I saw this man, the man that you cheered, ram a car into another car to gain the advantage in a World Title match. Since that exact moment, back in November or December of that year, I knew Lance Ryan was someone that needed to get out of wrestling. I personally took it upon myself to get close to this man, become his friend and gain his trust to become near family. In what took me three years to become so close to Lance Ryan, in the numerous times I nearly let it all slip; it was finally unraveled at the seams when I started to kick him in his face on Collision. For years I've wanted to do that, for years I wanted to kick him in the side of the head and with each passing kick, a sense of euphoria slipped over me like, almost like the climax of a sexual experience. In those few moments where I probably concussed the man you all thought I loved and revered like a brother, was over.
What I did on Collision was exactly what New Championship Wrestling needed to see. You all bought into the fact that I was some sort of apathetic man, down because his brother let him down in a Tag Team Title match back at a Night to Remember. You all saw the look on my face after the match, the look of anger, the look of frustration and the look of dissatisfaction. From that moment, it dawned in my head that I needed to get in the ear of Lance Ryan, letting him know my tag run with Spike was all but finished. It obviously worked as I goaded him the first Collision after A Night To Remember. Before the people knew it, their hero was put into a title match with the man they've been booing since November of last year. The minute I joined my brother last year, every single person in the crowd has done nothing but boo and detest me and I get off on it. I get off on the fact that every single person bought into my charade of this uncaring, emotionless man because he didn't want to retire his bestest friend in the whole world.
Much like its been said by others before me and those who come after me, I was a puppet master and I toyed with your emotions. From the minute Lance superkicked me in the middle of that ring until tonight, I was playing the fans and the boys in the locker room for fools, tugging at their strings because I am the greatest mind this company has. Not Davey Ortega, not Trent Helms and not the new golden boy, Steve Awesome can match my wits about professional wrestling. There are certain things people have to realize about wrestling and one of them is you have to know how to work the people into your advantage. Lance is doing the exact same thing as I am right now. He is working you with this retire if he loses stuff.
However, the past few weeks, I have shown you how much of a better worker of the crowd I am then he is. I've watched him claim retirement since a year after I met him. Every two months after he retires, he manages to pop his face back up. That's why I can't believe him, why I can't get worked into his lies like you people in the crowd do. Every single word I have said since I have joined New Championship Wrestling months and months ago are nothing but the truth but you can't accept the truth that I speak to you. Instead you would rather place your blind trust into a man who is the most untrustworthy of them all. A liar, a con man and an overall asshole. Well, I might be talking about myself but the fact remains that Lance Ryan and I both puppet masters, pulling at your strings. The only difference is that you cheer him for everything he's managed to accomplish in his career.
Like I mentioned before, look at some of his accomplishments, nearly killing someone to get the advantage in a wrestling match. I fear to wonder what Lance would do in the case of life or death. I know he'll throw these truths I have said back in my face, claiming it's nothing but jealous fueling my words but I have nothing to be jealous about. When you think about it, ever since I've joined New Championship Wrestling, he's wanted to be by my side. NWS or Age of the Revolution, he's been there, not because he was played out to be my friend but because he wanted to latch on to the one thing that made him into a top star in the twilight years of his career. Honestly, if you were him and you were around me, you'd do the exact same thing. You'd want to latch onto the biggest name professional wrestling has seen since a guy from Texas took the world by storm in the late nineties.
That isn't about that though, this is about the liar known as Lance Ryan. Those three years, I've seen him go through women faster then Steve Awesome. Every other month it seems he has another women in his bed, doing his bidding because he simply can't have enough pleasure of the carnal desires that over come most everyone in this federation. Self control is a hellva thing if you happen to have it, seems most don't these days. Regardless, Lance Ryan has pissed away half of his career for these women that do nothing for him besides provide a distraction. You have to know how to keep wrestling and your love life away from each other and like I said a moment before, no one in New Championship Wrestling knows how to do that. Twice my wife has been seen in a transmission from me and that's it. Lance Ryan has been seen with three or four women in the span of less then a year on the TV screen. From Cassandra to Kelly, every single one of them a bigger whore then the last.
It f**king sickens me to see you throw away your career for this worthless whores. The stuff that you've pissed away because of these women that I haven't seen anything of yet. The titles, the accolades, everything you've pissed away because of these women. These women have defined your career, up and down in an experience that goes too fast. You see Lance, in my life, I've been with a grand total of four women, three of which I loved or still love. One was a mistake but I didn't need to use women to make myself feel loved. I knew that if I acted like myself, their love would have been enough to get me through the day and back home without having to give into my temptations. There were so many chances to cheat and every single damn time I passed them up because I didn't need the distractions like you. Like I said Lance, you've pissed away everything while I still have everything.
This is why I am going to be bringing back the one of the numerous things make me so much better then you. You see Lance, by rediscovering my straight edge roots, everything is completely focused now. My life is in order after the tragedy that befell a family last month that wasn't my doing but a close real friend of mine that is now sitting in a jail cell because of a simple mistake of pulling the trigger twice when he only wanted to scare the guy. Those mistakes are what define us Lance. Your mistake was trusting me as a friend, as a near brother and as a fellow wrestler. I am a snake Lance, I am a venomous snake and I've just only begun to bite you.
I said it best on Collision; I am the most dangerous man this promotion has ever seen. The words that I say, my actions, my pulling of your strings, all of these things make me head and shoulders better then the rest of the boys in the back and the people in the crowd who pay my salary. I'm not better then you because I am straight edge, I am just better then you on the simple fact of that I am a genius when it comes to wrestling. Now that you know this, devour it and realize that my revolution is starting again and there isn't a damn thing anyone in this promotion will be able to do about it.
The small camera shuts off.
Reckless Jack sighs as he puts the camera down on a hotel room bed. He falls backwards into the bed as he closes his eyes and starts to drift off a little bit. As soon as he does he snaps back up and looks around the hotel room. Nothing is really there except a bag in on the small dresser that also has a TV stored on top. He stares off into space as a set of hands cover over his face. He doesn't really say anything as the female hands that blind him aren't moving. Giggling is heard from behind him but nothing is seen. It's fairly obvious the laugh belongs to his loved one, his wife, Megan. A few moments pass as he keeps the same look on his face at all times.
Megan is getting rather impatient of her husband's inability to show any sort of emotion not concerning his only task at hand, dethroning Lance Ryan and exposing him as a fraud. She takes her hands off of his face as he keeps staring off into space, thinking about how great the moment will be once he defeats the man he hates with all of his heart. Megan is heard off the camera.
Megan: I wish you'd pay more attention to me! I'm only the mother of your unborn child you know.
He says nothing.
Megan: I've banged half the locker room and filmed it. It's on PornTube or whatever. It's the top rated video watched.
Still nothing.
Megan: You're really taking this seriously aren't you?
He nods.
Megan: Well, I hope you beat him next Sunday.
He nods again. Silence falls over the room as the focused and determined Reckless Jack keeps his eyes and mind on the prize. Nothing less then a victory over Lance Ryan will satisfy him at Reborn. He gets to beat him twice in one night and win the one thing he covets in nCw more then anything. That World Title is his ticket to power and nothing will stop him on his journey towards it. Not Lance Ryan, not a two out of three falls match and probably not even death itself will stop "The Self Revolution" this time. Power is the one thing we all crave and power is the one thing we all want to attain. The power is within his grasp.