Nothing but a road bump. That's all you are..

Here I am, standing here, pacing back and forth backstage of an underground fighting event, eagerly awaiting the moment I can go to the arena. While I wait, and while your sitting here with me. I will address somethings that need discussed. Marks in my mind that I retain for the moment, while its relevant.. I do need to touch base with Louis Cypher. The fluttering bug that is nothing..

I dont much sense eh? Thats ok Louis, I dont have to make sense with what I say, You dont have to understand the words that come out of my mouth. Fact is Louis Cypher; I've made a living in the ring. I'm a highly decorated veteran when it comes to fighting. I've got an iron jaw and a way of baiting you in that you wouldn't beleive. My close quarter melee fighting, is overwhelming. Go ahead, keep your distance if you want. Eventually, you'll have to come in and when you do; I'll tag you and I'll make it count. It'll knock some respect into you. You will be feeling life Cypher because you will be experiencing pain. And once you experience that sensation. You will know your very much alive.

 I may not make a whole lot of sense Louis but the fact is;These fists of mine, they have brought the gold home from across the globe. They've been putting dents in skulls for over 20 years. Each win was meaningless yet every single loss that I had experienced in time. It molded me into a cunning veteran at my craft. I did have many of losses the first half of my career but the amount of them began tappering off. As time advanced, I evolved and became more cunning with my ferocity.. My witts began matching my fortitude and the urge to silence the demons through "noise" fused with all of the other pieces.. Then I became truly dangerous.

*Rumpke's scarred face is seen smiling revealing many missen and broken teeth. He raises both fists up slightly so the camera can see them. Both of them are mangled from scars of past battles.. The outter skin appears rough with jagged gashes everywhere on his hands.*

The skin that coats these fists, their callused Louis. The coating is rock hard from work.. These hammers of mine are exactly that. They are hardened steel. You see Louis, I've been a working man in this industry for a very long time now and I've never been much of a "wrestler". I'm the in your face brawler, one that many men regret ever stepping up against and those that don't regret meeting me. They loved it because their just as sick in the head as I am. I do feel, I am something Louis. I'm an adrenaline filled battle hardened soilder. Charging into the frontlines looking for my next fix. Right now, I find a sorry excuse of one before me but regardless; I must give into my addiction in search of peace.. A peace through violence and at the height of the rush. Only then can I experience serenity. Only then will the voice be silenced. That is the only moment the urge, it doesn't become overwhelming. Moments like these are when everything is crisp. The surroundings are clear. This is where the world slows down for me. Times like these, they are my element and while I'm here; frankly, your in my way Louis. And like a trailblazer, I am prepared to cut you down.

Did I get dropped on my head when I was a baby? Honestly Louis, I couldn't tell you because that memory; It doesn't come to me but I can tell you that I've taken many shots to the skull, some purposedly and others unexpectidly in this lifetime.
So many vicious blows have rocked my world yet I can't get enough of it. While you may want to use that against me in some sort of way, know this. I love it, the rush of adrenaline that hits me; It silences the voices from within.. The urges from the depths, they must be settled and there is no other way to accomplish this feat than to go to war each and every day if I want peace.. Like a junkie, I must have more for my health, for my soul.. There can be no rest and I get it if you don't understand.. It might not make much sense to you Louis and I hope for you that it never does.. I wouldn't wish this burden of mine on anyone else but this

By all means.. Keep trying to play the dark guy, mysterious and evil.. Yes evil, you once claimed that you were and then come out a couple weeks later saying you weren't. Sounds to me like you don't know who you are but what do I know? Not only do I make no sense, I've also taken way too many bumps on the head; Right? Go ahead Louis, keep digging that hole. Don't let it stop, bring it on. Keep churning man, never say die are you with me? Do you follow what I'm saying? I shouldn't have to spell it out for you and wont..

 And just curious, since when does someone like you watch the family guy? Aren't you suppose to be a heartless bastard? What the fuck? You like comedy? Laughter is good for the soul, isn't it chump? You ready to hide like the bug you claim to be? The light, it is being turned on.. Why don't you go ahead and flutter on away Louis; Save yourself the embarrisment because that is exactly what I'm going to do to you right after I expose you for the weakminded soul that you are. You were right about one thing my dumbfounded foe. Your nothing. You are nothing to me Louis and I'm going to guess that there are some out there that would agree with me on that.. You think your going to shove your boot down my throat? I look forward to seeing you try. So far what I've seen from you was a short burst of nothing.. Once again, there's that word Louis; Nothing.. You failed to get the job done and don't think that this week will be any different because you'd only be lieing to yourself..

Hey dark guy, look here. My name is Rumpke. I'm that foul mouth, nasty attitude son of a bitch that will hit you as soon as he looks at you. Its me, it's me; Its that bloodthirsty savage, bringing what you will learn to hate. Ferocity with fortitude.

At times Louis, I'm mean and nasty because sometimes thats what a veteran does to bait the hook. Thats what we do to bring people out of the woodworks. Leave it to me to lure you out. Let me bring you in for the lights out.. Allow Rumpke to bring you out of your shell.. Afterall, it seems to me that you need this. You need to experience an awakening.. That psyche of yours, it needs to understand what you are up against. Your not up locking horns with a weak minded man. This fight; This grind that you are about to find yourself entangled in. It will demoralize you to the point where you have no other option Louis.. I'm going to push your mind to the point where the sight, it'll leave your eyes but it won't fade to black, no.. This vision that you will see Louis.. It'll be the opposite of dark. . Light will overwhelm you. And your mind; It'll fade to the point where you simply won't have any fight left..

*I reach down and the camera follows the movement to see my left hand grab a opened bottle of Ketucky's finest "Kentucky Cornshine". Meanwhile, my hand wastes no time grabbing the canister of wonderful corn whisky. One that would heat up the coldest of souls. Eagerly, the bottle is raised to my mouth and I tilt it back as my mouth opens. The smooth brown liquid is seen leaving the bottle and entering my mouth as the lighting in the screen begins to fade to a white noise..*