All of you can go home..

Date: Friday, July the 27th, 2018

My eyes open up to look out over a cliff at dusk.. I'm standing along this cliff, thinking about everything that has happened this past week. The many mistakes that I've made stab deep into my soul and the wounds; Their festering and excruitiatingly painful.. My head, it hangs in regret as I tightly clench a bottle in each hand.. I've been in this situation in the past but it hurts so much more than any other time.. I'm pushing away something that has became very dear to me all because I've been clinging to this bottle so much lately..

Shit has gotten to the point that I fear there might be no return to the wonderful life that I was experiencing not too long ago. I want to look back and grab onto the sunshine that was in my life with a tight grip; But as I reach for it, I only grasp onto air.. I've got to see this moment through just like I need to drown my sorrows.. I feel so hopeless as I watch dark clouds completely surround me.., The clouds hanging over my head have created such a darkness that I'm not able to even see the light that should be around me..

The toxins from my life and SFT won't let me quit. I've got to drink until all of the pain leaves my body and soul so I can continue on for another day..

This disease, this depression, it holds onto me so tightly that I struggle to breath. It restricts my ability to function like a normal human being.... I can't move with out the alcohol; Being sober, it paralyzes me to the point where there is no hope at all for me... The only temporary relief that I'm able to feel is when I take that first drink.. After that, the insanity that is Rumpke, takes control.. From there, I obsess over the following drinks that will arrive soon after the first; And with every drink that I take.. I get closer to becoming numb from the bullshit that always seems to bring me down while I'm sober. Slowly, drink after drink; All of that shit fades to black..

I'm always paralyzed anymore from the decisions I've made in my life.. They''ve put me so far behind. I wonder if I'll ever catch up.. Right now, it sure doesn't seem like it.. I'm not able to stop the daggers from digging relentlessly.. I can only watch on as this wonderful life that I previously felt was take from me because of my decisions to keep drinking..

I'm looking on to see those faces slowly begin to fade away and I hate that they have to in the first place.. If only they could stay a little longer.. I wish they wouldn't leave so soon.. I was getting close to being better. Closer than I've been in many of years. I actually thought for once that I could do it and I was making some progress but in the end, my disease is too much for anyone, including myself.. I had believed that this was going to be the turning point in my awful and lonely life where I was going to make a positive change. Yet, that didn't happen because I couldn't put away the bottle. I wasn't able to stop being who I was.. And it kills me inside everyday now much like it will for a long time now... I'm once again seeing those dark grey skies while hating every minute of existance... Everything has a darkened appearance to the point where I can hardly see. I'm so close to going over the edge right now, this hasn't happened in years; It's not a good situation to be in much like it wasn't then. Infact, it's worse because I'm battling father time who is a relentless foe that doesn't care about any one of us..

Instead, here I am wondering if I'll ever get better.. I can feel Steele as he laughs at me once again. He thinks this is funnybut this isn't a laughing matter.. He's praising the thought that I'm still a slave to his will.. Steele is thankful that I've lost something dear to me for the fact that he continues to have a hold of me that he wouldn't otherwise have...

I take a deep breath before setting one of the bottles of alcohol down. Then my free hand reaches over the cap of the other bottle and a gradual crack is heard as I hesitatley open the bottle.. My eyes look down at the revealed opening and I pause to think about what I'm about to do. Quiet thoughts run through my mind saying that I don't want to do this. They tell me that I'm not wanting to go back to this life but the fact is. Nothing is going to be alright because I'm a slave to this grind. This is something that has to be done; And with that thought, tears emerge from my eyes before running down my scarred face.. Because I know that I'm going to gamble with my life yet again.. The last time stakes were this high, I lost my family and sanity.. What will be the cost this time? Will I be staring down the barrel of a gun wanting this life to end and the next to begin?

I'm very close to giving up. Sure, I've accomplished alot in my career but none of that matters when I look back to the life that I could've had.. I've missed out on a lot with my family and it kills me inside everyday. I feel the spikes digging further into my soul each and every moment of this life that I live. It doesn't matter how many pills I ingest. Pain killers, they take care of some of my physical pain.. Ambiens help me sleep at will only so I can have a great dream but once I wake up. Everything is gone and I'm left in the same shit hole I woke up in.. From there, I can take more ambiens to go back to the dream world but in the end, I'll start exactly where I started once again.. I could always drink, right? The amount of alcohol that I take into this body dampens the pain that I feel inside but for how long? I wake up the next day and I've got to ingest this toxic remedy once again. None of this is happiness.. It's a tragedy waiting to happen..

*Tears fill my eyes as I succumb to the disease within my body and soul.. The first drink takes place as the liquor runs into my mouth before falling down the throat. The immediate burn sets in like a cleansing fire.. I close my eyes as I'm prepared to take in this whole bottle.. The first drink, it ends moments later with the fifth bottle being finished.. My eye's take a moment to open but when they do, I can see clearer if only for this night but that's all I'll need to take care of business.*

I've been losing some steps lately. I haven't been the same. Of all people, Louis Cypher took the Hardcore Title from me. That should've never happened. It wouldn't have at other times but this time it did. I have to live with the shame of losing to that second rate champion and I will.. That shouldn't fuck with me as much as it does because honestly that's just a drop in the bucket compared to what hangs over my head right now. Losing to that joker

That's not something that will affect me for a lifetime but there's one thing that is for sure. I've lost a step lately given the pressure that I feel of balancing two worlds.Where I can hold onto the light of my world while giving into the darkened and miserable life that I'm accustomed too.. It almost seems like that balancing act is over now. It seems like I can now be the person that I've disliked for many of years with out anything holding me back..

I've been feeling both lives trying to pull me into but the more I drink, the more I can relate and become the person I need to be in order to win this clusterfuck of a match. I wanted to try to limit myself in hopes of retaining some sort of sanity but the fact is. I'm an alcoholic. It's not that easy. People want to think that I can plan accordingly and control the bloodthirsty demon that resides within me.. They want to believe that I'm able to hold this side of me back. Hell, they try to use the arguement that there are worse addictions than the ones I've got.. That's their outlook, they have no clue what mine means to me. These people don't have a fucking clue what a true alcoholic is.. My sickness doesn't give a damn what they say.. It's still here and echoing throughout my mind, body and soul with a deafening roar..

Can you hear that? The time has came for the song that Louis Cypher thought of.. "We will rock you".. What a fucking retard.. This idiot feels good about what he done last Titans. He is content with ripping the Hardcore title from my grasp but here's the counter measure that he isn't expecting. This is the portion of everything in the recent past that has built itself up. I understand that he believes that he "thinks of everything and plans for all". That's a chump making a false statement. This man, he thought I was done but now is the time that I let him know that I'm not done. In fact, I'm only starting to gain steam once again.. He's feeling good right now as he should but I wonder if he knows of the stipulation of the Hardcore title.. The one that says anytime the Hardcore champion fights in a match, the title has to be on the line? So that would mean that this man has everything to lose.. Both titles are in line, I don't know how the staff missed that, maybe because they've been too busy lately but I'm setting that record straight right now.. Now, all of you know that this battle royal is for much more than the World title. All of you have an opportunity to take over the Hardcore title as well. I would say that you've got to get through Louis Cypher first but he won't be much of a problem. I'm going to take that self proclaimed champion out so none of you have to worry about him. I can't believe how that World title went to Louis's head. It's nice to see him step up but the man really doesn't have much fight in him. He leaves himself open so much.. I mean, after all, its amazing how a little bit of gold can change a cold hearted, non caring individual into someone that cares so much about himself being the man.. I've known for a long time that I'm someone to beat but I don't come out and parade that sentiment.. If someone's going to beat me, then they will beat what I have to give.. Simply put, fuck this clown that is Louis Cypher.. It amazes me how he grew into this roll where he cared about himself so much all of a sudden.. It honestly amazes me how a little gold belt can give this piece of shit so much confidence after he has spent so much time fucking off and doing the bare minimum. Last Titans, this guy came out of nowhere to take my title away from me. I deserved it though, I've not been myself at all but that doesn't mean I can't come back.. The fact may be against me that I slacked at that moment where Louis Cypher suddenly rose up beyond his normal expectations to take the Hardcore title from me but today, I'm going to take both from him. I'm known for showing the tenacity (all of the time) that he showed one time.. I'm lost right now, with no light to guide me, much like I've been for many of years.. I'm right at home and even more dangerous than I've ever been..

So much for this fucking monolith that is Louis Cypher.. That man is a joke, he's a farce that somehow had one good stand in him.. He really believes that information era shit only because he wants to have a reason to be lazy.. That's all it is and if anyone believes different. Their only fooling themselves or their just as lazy as Louis Cypher. Fuck all of you that don't want to earn your keep.. Try to be like Louis who stands there trying to intimidate everyone with minimal effort but when it comes down to it. None of you like him will ever scare someone like me. The only thing someone like me will fear is their self and what their capable of fucking up for their own selves.. And once someone gets to that point where their tear their selves down so hard.. That's the moment where we take every ounce of hate in our body out on anyone that dares to stand in our path..

I would take this moment to challenge that idiot to put the SFT Hardcore Title on the line but it's already on the line. There's no where for him to run.. That's apart of being a hardcore champion.. Obviously he didn't read the fine print. It's fucking obvious that he didn't look into what it means to be a hardcore champion.. He may of taken that title from me but that was temporary.. It wasn't going to remain in his control but the thing is; Now I'm in a situation where I can take both from him. I showed him that I had balls to defend my title against him but he lacked the fortitude to defend his against me. That shows what kind of coward Louis Cypher truly is, the man that thinks about all possible outcomes.. That quote of his was nothing than bullshit. He is being played like a fiddle around every corner.. This man is only a follower trying to pretend.. If he wants to try me now, let him and I'll be happy to show him who is who..

I take a minute to refrain from speaking as my grip clenches the remaining bottle left.. This time, the crack is heard and it swiftly fades as I eagerly pop the top before taking in the substance that helps me lose the pain.. When it's all said and done; I look out onto the sky and it has a red hue before my eyes..

I know there are others here in this cluster fuck. There's Twilight who has bored the piss out of me. I honestly can't stomach to read his bullshit. This man has a fighting spirit. I will give him that but at the same time I will yawn at everything he brings because he puts me to sleep. He loves to pat butts like so many of you.. I can't stand that shit, I don't care what era you're from Twilight.. After all of those lives, I'd think that you'd of grown a spine by now yet you still let me down. That's why you are still lacking. I mean fuck Jackson Kent has the Intercontinental Championship and that's something you once had a tight grip of. You're losing what little edge you had. It's about time you shape up and get that edge back.. If not now, hopefully soon because you've been even more pathetic than I've been lately and I've been a rotten example of a SFT caliber fighter..

Next comes Jaime Reyes, the new golden boy that brings one heck of a fight. I had hoped that we would have this contest in a one on one but I dropped the ball.. It was my fault and I can own up to it. I'm not ashamed that I had a bad moment. I don't need everyone to see the glories of my life. I'm such a miserable fuck Jaime... That time where I let you have the last piece of meat of the grill.. That was honestly all I was going to give you. You might want to think of it as respect but you shouldn't flatter yourself like that.. I don't give a fuck about myself and what'll make me better yet alone your ambitions. Paint it like you're kissing my ass all you want, tell everyone who you think I am. That I'm a dying breed, one of the last old school fighters left. It won't get you any brownie points. You may have thirty pounds on me but I still have mean hooks.. I don't rely on wrestling capabilities. I'll straight up beat you to a bloody pulp. You've sit here and challenged me and proclaimed that you wanted to go against me.. I should clap for you because you have some nuts in that sack of yours but I won't for the simple fact that your words prove nothing to me.. You think you can glorify yourself and take over the top? That won't happen until you meet me head on. I'm the measuring bar here in SFT. Sure I had a rough moment this past month while you've been on a tear but don't fool yourself. I'm fully capable of meeting you head on. Yes that joke of a fighter named Louis Cypher took me out but that's a one in a lifetime fair.. Don't ask me how many times I've taken him to school. Don't think that you're something special until you meet the Drunken Brawler head on in a one on one situation. Don't worry though, that'll happen very soon. Once I take both of these titles from that fucking clown. I'll defend them against you and you might be counting on me buckling.. You could only hope for that. The days have changed when Aj wiped the floor with me. I've been through so many grueling battles now that I can accomplish these type of slugfests on autopilot.. You have some he but you're not anything special, notice how I won't kiss your ass. I'll make you earn the respect that you're giving me.. I don't pucker up so easily.. Only a pussy does..

Then there's Emerson.. Man what happened to you? You were leading the charge and so much better of a World Champion than Louis Cypher ever hoped to be but you just fell off of the face of the earth.. What the fuck happened man? Your story infuriates me and here you are right now trying to recover against me.. We already know how this turns out.. I'm going to put you down because you're in my way. I've got to do it Emerson, I'm backed into a corner where I've got to get what matters back in my hands.. No, I'll piss on that World Title and hand it back to SFT for all of you to fight over. It's the Hardcore title that means something to me. That is a way of life that few understand.

*I once again take a minute of silence as my right hand reaches into my blue jean pocket. Like a fiend I twist the cap off quickly before dumping a handful into my mouth. I chew up some of the pills while balancing a few under my tongue for an intense body high..*

I hate to get started on Jackson Kent, a man that loves to blow himself time after time when he actually shows up. He loves to have a supporting cast that pumps his spirits up but the idiot is as pathetic as Jamo, Andrew and Voodoo Monster Chris.. Jackson Kent is even more pathetic than they are. I'd put him right up there with Robert Saints.. Yet I will give Jackson Kent a little prop here.. Atleast he's not as pathetic as Robert Saints but he is close. Big Kent tries to pretend like he has some resemblance of honor but he couldn't hold onto Louis Cypher's jockstrap.. Jackson Kent truly is a sad son of a bitch that has no grit to him... It doesn't matter how much weights the guy lifts to get stronger because Kent doesn't know how to use his strength.

Jack Jones, You've progressed and you understand what could happen. You know what the others present to yourself much like you understand what my presence brings. I won't disappoint you. I'm so ready to smash faces.. I'll put a picture to whichever face is opposing me and I'll have one hell of a drive to knock their teeth out.. That's what I do, everytime. I don't care who stands before me. Visions overcome my senses and I lose my mind. That's one of the many things that has fueled myself for many of years. Sure Jack, you stood a chance. You could've taken that World Title and I wouldn't give a fuck if you did but the fact is. I've got to win this to solidify myself as the Hardcore champion once again.. If you want to challenge others after that for the World title, feel free. I won't be keeping it so I'm sure they will have a match to decide who the new World Champion is.. I urge all of you to step up because I'm a true champion with out the gold (at this time..).. I don't need the gold to push me unlike our current champion. I'm going to dethrone that pretender..

All of you drooling over this thought of one or both titles being on the line should take a moment and smoke a cigarette or take a piss to relieve that hard on that you currently feel. I'm going to be the one to take this moment that ya'll are currently holding onto so close.. Go ahead and bust that nut, get rid of that dream for the fact that is all it is.. All of you are stuck in the fucking information era. Every single one of you are fucking lazy and that's why you won't be able to overcome what I bring. The closest person is Jaime Reyes but he wants to pat my ass like a good little bitch.. He calls it respecting me and what I've done but I just see that as him trying to be political to try to catch me off guard. It's not going to happen. I'm not going to fall for it. Instead, I'm just going to back hand you around every corner with everytime you try that shit..

The times have taught him well. It doesn't matter how many primetime moments he has. I'm still here and I'll slam him right in the face when we cross paths.. I'm not one to fuck with and everyone of you know that..

My failures at life has me ready to go. I've got nothing to lose but myself and I've lost that numerous times. I am me and I'll flip everyone of you the bird before I smash ya'll in the face. That is the way it is with me. That's why all hell breaks lose when I'm involved because I'm a wild card.. Everyone wants to think that they have something to counter me but that's not the case. I'm a legion of entities and I don't give a fuck when I've lost everything.. That is the case, I've got no anchors to hold me to the ground.. Everything is burning around me and I'll do what I can to rise above the ashes.. Shame on all of you that thought you could pathetically navigate these waters.. It's pathetic and will be noted right at this moment.

*Rumpke pauses for a moment.*

My pills seem to be kicking in.. Good night SFT, I'll see you all soon..

*Suddenly my vision begins to fade before my eyes and these knees holding my body up begin to buckle. I quickly sit down on the large rock looking out onto a huge drop off of a cliff before I collapse to the ground.*

Date and Location: Unknown



Time goes by as I see nothing but darkness.. The next thing I know, I'm picking myself up off a dark roughly paved alley in some unknown town. There is a heavy mist in the air that hinders visibility.. A shadow slowly emerges from the heavy mist and this darkened form; It continues to move torwards me gradually taking the shape of what appears to be a man.

*Seconds go by as this shadow begins to have new definitions.. We see that a top hat rests on top of his head as well as both of his hands being full with two different objects. One object is a slender cane. The top piece of it rests firmly in the man's palm while he casually continues to walk closer to the camera. In the other hand is a goblet filled with a substance that appears to be dark due to the shadows surrounding this figure. Eventually this shape walks into the only light illuminating this alley.. Color is brought to life as he smiles, revealing two abnormally long and sharp fangs. A crimson substance has been splattered all over his face and we now see that the liquid inside his goblet is of the same color. His cold and black eyes look into my bright blue eyes.. His sadistic smile slowly fades.. Carrion's hypnotic gaze takes a hold in my mind as a chilling deep voice is heard..*

Carrion: This rare blood type sends shockwaves through my body as this essence of life gives me another day to live.. I'm trapped to wonder this world, neither living, nor dead.

Carrion stops talking and takes a long drink from his crimson filled goblet. As he does this; There is another shadow that slowly begins to appear behind him. This large darkened form is easily seen and it spreads what appears to be a set of large wings.

*Carrion finishes his drink and smirks at me as the oversized shadow slowly approaches his location.*

Carrion: This curse is a gift and a tragedy that has been given to me from my brother's twisted love..

*Carrion takes another drink from the goblet as the large form steps into the light but remains behind Carrion. The giant of a figure is immediatley identified as Steele.. The color of his long hair and cold dark eyes rival that of a darkened pit where no light could ever hope to reach.. He too has a crimson colored substance all over his face. His smile reveals that every tooth anchored in his skull are sharp fangs unlike Carrion's. Carrion still reveals a sadistic smile as his eye lids slightly shield a piece of his darkened eyes.*

Carrion: This person, they gave their life; Unwillingly to our cause. There wasn't any choice for them. Much like there wasn't a choice for you, Rumpke..

*The giant standing behind Carrion begins to speak and his deep voice echo's through out the area..*

Steele: Rumpke, you thought that you could roll the dice and win. You believed that this gamble wouldn't hurt you. You are such a pathetic man yet you believed that you were able to stand a chance against me and my will.. I know the defiance is so strong in that you Rumpke, that's what has pushed you for so long in the extreme environment that you continuously pursue but lately; You've been starting to unravel..

*Hearing Steele talking to me in any matter causes my blood to flow through my veins with a strong force but hearing him talk to me this way.. It's only a matter of time before something happens..*

Steele: You just haven't been the same Rumpke. Tammy and her family has been changing you, warping your mind into something that would resemble a family man..

*Steele pauses for a moment and reveals a smile as the mist becomes more dense..*

Steele: Rumpke you're losing your edge because of them.. You're no longer worthy to have me by your side.

I suddenly blurt out..

Rumpke: Good, I don't fucking need you twisting my thoughts anymore! I'll fuck you up anytime you want to step up chump! I was happy before I seemingly lost my sunshine. I don't think its over yet, but I don't know it isn't over either. You took my last family from me, let me lose this one.. Watch what will happen to you and everyone else..

*Steele and Carrion both smirk at Rumpke.*

Steele: Rumpke, you may have heart but you are nothing with out me and you know that.. You always think you can take me out. You've been trying for almost two decades yet I'm still here..

Rumpke: Yeah? So am I motherfucker!

I can feel the rage burning in my soul as I walk up to the giant Steele.

Steele: You are for the moment Rumpke. I am eternal while your time will come one of these days. I don't need to end you..

Within a blink of an eye, Steele vanishes only to reappear 30 feet away from me, shrouded by the heavy mist.

Steele: Which brings me to my next thought. Where I'm not speaking to you at all Rumpke, instead; I'm going to speak directly to the man that has done something only one other has done the past year.. He beat you Rumpke, after all of the things you said; You couldn't dig deep enough to overcome him.. Yes, you know I'm talking about Louis Cypher him and I made a good team in taking you down. Louis attacked your body while I took out your mind.

*Out of nowhere, there is a bolt of lightning that strikes the surrounding skies.*

Steele: Louis, did you really think Rumpke beat himself? Of course he didn't. I played games with his mind because I know how to get to him.. I know he has wanted a chance at redemption when it comes to a family so bad that he wouldn't be able to handle himself against you. I made that possible and still; he proved that he had the same tendencies that he did back when him and Aly were together. His violent and alcoholic nature is not easily broken no matter what kind of heart he has. The disease that is Rumpke is too much for Derek to overcome. It always has been and I pulled those strings for you. So he would finally fall. Yes, we took him out together Louis Cypher.. This pour drunken fool that stands before me stood no chance against our games..

*Steele smiles as the crusted substance splattered all over his face finds a way to crack into seems before the camera's gaze.*

Steele: You couldn't of played your part any better Louis Cypher. You were a good tool. Thank you for helping me further destroy Rumpke.. I'm sure eventually, he will come back for blood against both of us. I'm fine with that and I imagine you are too. Thing we have to now understand is that he's been tore down lower than he has been in a very long time. This drunk will either drink himself into a grave or come at both of us harder than he ever has. Time will tell which will happen.. If I cared to wager, I'd bet on him feeling like a cornered and wounded animal. It's in his blood to come back at us harder but we can work together. If you want to accept me into your life. I'll help you overcome Rumpke's fiery nature..

*Suddenly out of nowhere a fist slams into Steele's face. The blow causes Steele to take a few steps back. The giant looks down at me as I swing another fierce shot at him but this time I only hit air.. Steele vanished once again only to reappear behind Carrion who stands before me with his goblet which is almost drained of lifes essence. Steele's scaley wings stretch out many feet as his head shakes and his bones crack. Finally, Carrion turns to look at Steele. The two dark entities coldly stare each other in the eye. Carrion looks up to his older brother who stands at least a foot taller than he does.. Carrion simply smiles to reveal his two fangs as lightning once again strikes the sky with a furious blow that lights up the surrounding area. I take off, fully charging both of these dieties only for them to vanish before I get to them..*

Rumpke: You fucking cowards!

*The next thing I know it.. That scene fades..*

Date: Sunday July the 29th

Time: 8:00pm

Location: Rumpke's broken down house..




I'm sitting here in the recliner remembering the vivid dream that overcomed my senses Friday night.. I'm doing what I can to drink my loses away. I've been drinking all night and day (Saturday and Sunday). The family that I thought I could've had seems to be gone now. Tammy has taken her boys away from me and there is now no communication. I've had Steele, Carrion and Louis Cypher playing games with me.. That's obvious too me now and I've got some people that need an anvil like fist slammed up against their head... I'm doing what I can to make my wounds disappear with the intense drinking binge that I'm on right now but the faces, they still hold a shape in my minds eye. All of them, the good and the bad.. Each of them played their part and now I'm more dangerous than I've ever been..

I look out onto my property during the dusk period and I can see shadowy figures lingering all around me inside the shadowed portions of the yard. Their waiting for me.. Right now their teasing me but soon, once the sun completely goes down and when the darkness surrounds me. They will come for me but what kind of shape will I be in? I already feel like I've had an eight ball of meth. I've got an abundance of energy yet my body feels numb. The vision that I see is blurry. I've drank so much, even for my standards.. My mind, it's lost in translation as I continue on with this non stop marathon to losing my mind because I can't take what I might've lost.. I tried so hard to be there for SFT those weeks and when I did.. I pushed Tammy and her family away.. Now, I'm a man left without a family once again. I'm a loose cannon lacking a fuse and I've got Steele, Carrion and Louis Cypher to thank for that. Unfortunatley for him, I can get ahold of that punk Louis Cypher easily.. He can't dodge me like the other two can.. I plan on taking my frustrations out on him, everything that I can possibly give to this weak information era monolith will be given. I'll knock that stone struction down with my bare hands. Jaime, yes I'm changing gears just for the moment. Jaimie thinks I love the weapons, maybe he thinks I like to use them. Only sometimes Jaime but usually I love hitting them back into my attackers face.. Most of the times I've got to give my opponents some sort of handicapt because of who I am and what I'm capable of. Sure I make a living in a lawless environment and endure many gruesome shots from foreign objects but you're kidding yourself if you think that I need that.. It's these equalizers that keeps things a challenge for me and equal for others..

I am the Drunken Brawler, the king of extreme because of what I do. You wanted a singles match with me badly; You hoped to challenge me for the Hardcore title.. Let both of us hope that you don't have to stand up to that challenge of yours. If it comes to that, I will of had nothing left to lose and that's a dangerous place for you to enter.. I know you have atleast thirty pounds on me while your the same height but alls it takes is one good hit my man.. That's it.. I've spent a lifetime preventing people from grappling up with me that were technictians. I've beat many power houses to the punch. I know what I need to do these days. I've changed so much since those days when AJ would have his way with me... I've got a hair trigger right and left hand that can create so much chaos instantly as well as an iron jaw that is ready and willing to take the strongest hits.. You have no idea Jaime, I am fighting against all odds. I've got everything against me. Everyone in SFT is against me, and everyone in my life is against me but that won't change anything right now. It's too late for that.. I'm strickened with the disease that is Rumpke and that won't change anytime soon. I've got plenty left in the tank regardless of what any of you think. I'm the straight shooter, I've built my career off of it.. You wanted to take me on one on one.. But the cards didn't see our first match being what you wanted... The grind never gives into your hope. You'll soon understand that as you grow in this business.. Instead, you're going to watch me plow through you and everyone else on the roster to take both of these titles from "YOUR" grasp. How do you like that? Fuck it, I don't care how you like it; That's what's going to happen. I'm going to let you know, right now; Although if it means anything to you which it sounds like it does; You're the next in line after this match, how's that sund? Does that make you feel better? I won't dodge you, instead I'm going to make your nightmare come true.. And we'll get to that at another time but for the moment I need to focus on other people that think they are as important as you..

Travis Deacon Hall, you're a fucking clown. Seriously man you are as bad as Robert Saints or Jackson Kent. All of you belong together, Oh wait, you all did team up didn't you? How did that work out for you? It didn't get any of you anywhere but laughed at because you all are nothing but a group of jokers. I'd take all of you on at once and I'd come out the winner..Maybe that's what I need to do these days to keep a challenge is take on three fucking fools like yourselves. After that, maybe those hot women you pay to be your wife will understand that each and everyone of you are a fucking disgrace. None of you can hold a candle to me while you proclaim the opposite. The facts, they speak for themself. I'll wipe the floor with each and everyone of you. It's not even a contest... Your best chance and closest opportunity was the past month where I've been trying to hold myself back. Each of you idiots missed out on that opportunity. Pray for the next, please because I hope it'll happen, maybe if it does happen; I might just lay down for your pathetic asses but today is not that day.. Oh by the way, welcome back from that injury Travis. Protect it the best you can.. Anyways, I'm done with you because you're pathetic much like Robert Saints. Neither of you deserve to call yourself a champion here in SFT and if I'm up against you; I can promise that you won't be...

None of you may of noticed this but my mind is primed, these fists are ready to cause some kind of devastation.. My mind; It's going away at an alarming rate. I've got so much going inside my head that I can't process.. There's alot of shit happening right now as I take another drink from this bottle so I can feed the insanity that is Rumpke..

*The camera zooms out from Rumpke to see many empty fifths of Kentucky Cornshine sitting next to The Drunken Brawler. Some are laying on their side while others are sitting upright.. Rumpke's gaze resembles that of a man that has lost everything.. A dangerous man with nothing left to lose but his life which he has little respect for..*

It's ready to tear some shit up. I'm going to tear a new ass hole into each and everyone of you that think about getting in my way.. The personalities are conflicting with each other, their challenging my dominate side. Their testing me because they want to see what I'm about and what I can do.. Something will either give or I'll make it break.. I'm losing it; My mind, its going, no; it's already gone, out that window, a few days ago and that's an awful situation for every one of you..

I'm sitting here stressed the fuck out. Ready to go into battle against all of you. As a matter of fact, I can't wait.. Every single one of you that wanted a piece of me while I had some sort of peace of mind. All of you that wanted some are going to get exactly what you asked for.. It's that fucking time where I'm going to lose my mind long enough to give all of you the fight you want. The games are too much, they are; And I'm going to take all of them out you. Obviously, none of you have any fucking sense, otherwise you'd all run for the hills. I'm going to step in that ring during Back to Reality knowing I'm placed in a cluster fuck of a match. It won't matter, I'll put my fist to each and every one of your faces if you have the balls to step up to me and no I don't give a shit how stupid any of you are but I understand ninety nine percent of you are fucking retarded for wanting to step up to me when I'm in this shape.. It's almost like you have a death wish which isn't my fucking problem but I will oblige that wish..

Others were invited into this match but they sat by and watched because they've been watching for awhile now. They know what kind of wild card I am, atleast they have some brains unlike all of you.. Shit is about to hit the fan. I will take both titles and abandon one. Because it is meaningless to me. That's a buttercups title that relies on rules. My title relies on me being fit at every moment to overcome any situation. All of you dreamers can fuck off but you know who is next after this.. After its all said and done.. I'll give that little bitch a slap and watch him swell up. I'll love it and he'll instantly know that he has something to prove. Fuck it though, I don't care.. I've got nothing left to lose and that makes me the most dangerous man in the ring.. I'm the fucking wildcard and those that don't understand that yet will soon get it; Good night SFT and fuck you bitches..