Everything is coming to a full circle..

The scene opens up inside a studio with a packed audience. There is a man dressed in a suit and tie.

Well dressed man: Ladies and Gentlemen. Today we have a couple of different appearances scheduled to happen. Our first person, he's been around the wrestling world for almost two decades. This man has held many sorts of titles but the one championship that he's known for the most is the Hardcore Title. Most of the crowd boos loudly after hearing the first visitor on the show.. As usual, we're saving the best for last. The following man that is scheduled to make a appearance with us tonight is AKO Boxing's World Heavyweight Champion "The Quick and Devastating" Shane Roberts!

From there the crowd erupts in cheers as a backstage view of Rumpke and Shane Roberts standing face to face with each other having words. Rumpke has his rustic title draped over his shoulder while Shane's illustrious title is seen around his waste.

Rich: Now first, we're going to bring out the decorated wrestling veteran. SFT's Hardcore Champion, Rumpke!

Rumpke is seen stumbling through the curtain with two fifths of Kentucky Cornshine keeping both of his hands busy. The dull and mangled Hardcore Championship title drapes over his shoulder. Rich Eisen extends his hand to Rumpke as the drunk staggers towards him. Rumpke gets to Rich and says.

Rumpke: Of course I brought one for you too.

The Drunken Brawler hands Rich Eisen a fifth of Kentucky cornshine as the boos from the crowd immediately begin to smile or laugh.

Rich Eisen: Well, thank you for being so considerate but I'm not allowed to drink at work like you are..

Rumpke shrugs before snatching the bottle from Richs hands before saying "Sorry for you but that's more for me."

SFT's Drunk One wobbles back and forth as he now holds both bottles in his hand. Rich looks scared for Rumpke before pointing to the seat.

Rich: Please, have a seat.

Rumpke flops down evenly on the chair.

Rich: Now Rumpke, I've been following the SFT for quite awhile. I've paid attention to both you and Twilight who is the next challenger looking to take that hardcore title away from you.

*Rumpke is seen shaking head in agreement moments before he twists the top off of a bottle. The scarred man then takes a few large gulps from the bottle that clear quite a bit of the bottle..*

Rich: Do you have to do that here? Children watch this show...

Rumpke smirks before he raises the bottle in the direction of the camera.. Then he chugs the rest of what remains within one of his glass containers.

Rumpke: Rich, I've seen your show as well and I know that you have Johnnie Walker, Bud light and Jim Beam commercials mostly with an occasional Coors light and Makers Mark skit. Don't try to tell me that I'm hurting your viewing audience by having a drink of my favorite beverage on your set.. Rich slightly turns red before saying..

Rich: Fair enough I suppose..

Rich Eisen stalls for a moment as his pinkish color develops into a reddish tint.

Rich: Anyways, Rumpke.. Like I said.. I've been paying attention to SFT since it has came back. You started off hot and have demonstrated that you've got the capability of being headstrong when you're finding yourself against wrestlers that have proven their selves in the past to being above your level. Twilight is one of those that I speak of. It's my opinion that he doesn't get enough credit for what he's done over the many years that he's been around. This man has been a stalwart SFT veteran more than you have Rumpke. And I know that both of you have had a little history. You barely took him out the last time you all went at it. Frankly, I'm still wondering how you managed to do that but that isn't where I'm going with this. Twilight has been around for so long, and fighting more often than you have. Honestly, you've hardly been around these days. I've seen this and many others have as well..


Rumpke: First off Rich, I've been known to having a mentality that'll rise up against opposition. I'm able to push back just as hard as others have shoved me. It's been know for almost two decades that I've got a fire inside. Even when I was a jobber in SFT. I was one of the last lower ranked fighters that people would wish to see because when I showed up.. Someone got hit in the mouth. I've always been a brawler and I'll never stop being one; And It doesn't matter what fighting style my opponent has. They can be a high flyer, technician, all rounder ("Jack" "of all trades but master of none.") a powerhouse or even another brawler. Every single time they step into the arena with me. I'll treat everyone of them the same and find a way to convince these fighters that they want to come smash me in the mouth.. Almost every time, I'm obliged by those who step up against me. The reason for this is because, no one likes to be hit in the mouth and once you do that to any man in this business. They either get rattled or they'll get bloodthirsty. As far as I'm concerned; I don't give any fucks which choice they make. It's one of my many addictions that they get geared up and ready to hit me back. I love getting hit in the face, and the challenge thrills me to no end. Just as much as snorting a fat line of anhydrous meth. I'm not talking about that weak ass "Caly shit" people want to call meth these days (It must be a millennial thing).. I'm speaking about the farmers meth.. You snort that fluffy white powder (Not Crystals nor is it Coke, its in a world of its own!) and it instantly punches you in the nose. Both of your eyes water. That's the beginning of better times.. Next it sets not only your nostrils but also your mind on fire to the point where everything bad in your life is being burnt away. "The Punch" always brings a euphoria that will forever be chased..

Rumpke: Look, I'm not fancy like most people in this business. I'm a shitty story teller and everyone can forget poetry when I'm around. You won't seem me pulling off daredevil high flying moves and the only time you'll see me piledriving or ddting someone is when I'm not in my right mind. I don't apply submission moves. The only thing anyone can bet on seeing from me is using fists, elbows, and kicks. Mostly to the face but lets be honest.. Sometimes a guy needs to keep everyone guessing so a little misdirection; It can go a long ways to open others up.. Either way, the undeniable truth is. If I'm dedicated and show up; I'm hard to stop.

Rumpke: Getting back to the point.. If these good little wrestlers (whoever they are) want to back up like a little cunt then I'll run over them. If any of those "men" would like to step up to me with a fire about them. I'll be more than happy to meet them in the middle while my guns are firing with malicious intent.. Too be honest with you Rich.. I've had to deal with some weak cunts lately. If your name isn't Emerson or Twilight; Then your name isn't on that list... Both of them have made me a believer over the past couple of years. They are fighters despite their talks about limiting me. I know that I've got to either rise up against them or shut up but these others that pretend to be "gods" whether their "Legendary" or "Forgotten".. It doesn't matter what they thought they were; Both of them could learn from both of these "men"(Emerson and Twilight). Everyone that knows me will understand that I don't throw pats on the ass out lightly. Someone has to earn it from me and both of them have honestly earned some respect from me. Regardless, I'm still going to do what I can with any chance I get to come at both of them. I'll still keep pushing them when they come across me. Their the next generation of SFT. They'll be here fighting the fight when I'm only a memory that'll never have any hope of returning..

Suddenly Shane Roberts comes out onto the stage with his AOK Heavyweight title around his waist..

Shane Roberts: Rumpke, do you ever shut up!? I should already be on my way to a get together but here I've not even had an interview on this show because you're flapping your gums.

Rumpke stands up while twisting the top off of the other bottle of Kentucky Cornshine. Meanwhile Rich Eisen moves to intercept Shane Roberts. Rumpke takes a few solid gulps. At the end of his drink. Rumpke's eyes roll back so far deep into his skull that they immediately get bruised from the immense pressure. His body begins to violently shake as his eyes continue to darken to the point where their as black as an abyss which gives light no ground to stand on.. With that moment in time, he began showing an old side of him.. One that has been here many of times in the past. It's the side of him that he hates. The personality that'll never stop torturing him.. It's his personal Hell that only gives for a moment but will always keep coming at him while he breathes..

Rumpke?: My child, don't worry about the party you're about to attend. You'll never make it there. Instead; you'll find yourself in my presence sooner than you'd like.. Just enjoy this last moment you've got. Go have a drink, and call your loved ones. Tell them that you love them. Apologize for everything you've ever done to offend them. This is that time my son.. You're life is just about at a full circle now..

Shane Roberts eyes grew wide as his mouth opened out of shock. These comments obviously weren't expected and they caught him off guard. The only thing he could do was walk backstage..Afterwards, the scene, it locked in on and focused on Rumpke's cold dark eyes as the camera used them as the focal point before zooming in on them. The closer the picture came to his coal black eyes, the darker everything became. As the focal point zoomed in more, everything "truly" faded to black....

Furthermore..: Breaking news! Late last night. Shane Roberts vehicle was hit head on by a tractor trailor. Everyone in his vehicle perished.. The operator of the semi is currently in critical condition....