Tenacity..

Titled: Tenacity (The urge is strong. This isn't over yet... If you want to.. Step up! Lets keep this going!)

The scene opens up. I'm currently standing at a crossroad that lays in a open valley at the base of a tall and wide mountain. The sun is about to set and darkness is slowly sweeping across the land. My eyes look to the path that heads west. I look on as the road enters a tree line that is dominated by aspen trees and it is this path that soon disappears into the dark forest. I look on at this tree line as it eventually fades and then; once again. I'm able to see the western path as it climbs the mountain.

I think about this mountain and how so many people want to climb it; Yet few ever do. I'm sure that Twilight is ready to climb this mountain again.

My thoughts are interrupted when I look upon the northern fork of the road. It follows the valley until the point where it vanishes going into the mountain. Out the corner of my eye, I can spot a rickety post with two arrows on them. Both follow the two paths that lay before me. The one pointing to the west says "To the top of the mountain. While the north pointing arrow says "Through the mountain."echoes in my mind while I understand where I'm trying to get to in my life. I've got no need to see the top of the mountain again. I've been there enough to know where it leads. Its time for me to settle down. I would like to pursue sobriety and that's something I can't do while fighting. I've been drinking for a very long time.

 I'm tired of the crutches. It's time that they go away. I am stronger than this but I'm not superhuman. It's doubtful that I could handle the sickness while competing here. I wouldn't be 100% and my mind simply wouldn't be into it. Considering that, it's best that I focus on recovery and leave this life behind.

*With that being said, I look out onto the northern road once more before I begin my traditional trudge that follows the northern path that will eventually lead me through the mountain. I look around at the beautiful scenery as my feet press on. I'm able to hear a few crows cawing before my eyes lock onto them. They fly in a circle around something up ahead. I see them land on one of a few Aspen tree branches that stand aside the path that I'm following. I continue to trudge onward.*

This trudge, it isn't one of a beaten man. It's the slow and methodic walk of an afflicted man in search of peace.. Yet while he hopes to be free one day from the chains that dig into his skin. Rumpke keeps pulling. He can feel the iron pull at his bones in four different joints that would seek to dismember him but this man keeps pushing for the simple fact that he's got nothing to fear. After all, nothing could compete with Steele and his followers.. Yet Rumpke was not willing to give into their torment so he pushed on down that long road which lead him into a valley where the clearly dark entrance was. He showed no fear of the dark as he pushed on without regard for himself. The cold truth was, Rumpke didn't fear the unknown. This man simply couldn't give a shit about any pain this life could bring his way. Rumpke was a fighter and he'd back down from no one.

How easy for one to look at these chains like their an immature obsession. How easy is it for a person to think that their an adult for putting down something that they only think they know. When they simply don't have a clue.

Let me dumb it down for you Twilight in segments.. I don't go out looking for a "keggar". Only a child would think that is what this sickness that I feel is. It's much more than that. This pain that I often feel is a way of life simply. I see the demons along the path, clearly yet I don't care that they are there. I'm living life my way, you can call it self destruction if you want. You can even laugh at me but know this. When push comes to shove. I'm the one that keeps marching to my own hell. I've been in hell, I live it every day, there's nothing to drive me away. Yet you, want to run from it...

 And for the record you illiterate son of a bitch.. I'll never count on anyone to supply my booze. I'm the alcoholic of SFT. That's that. No one is going to take that from me and I don't need a college party, or any kind of shin dig. Do you get me? I make my own fucking party with Steele, and Cooper. I don't need any one of you..

After all "this" is done. Ask yourself if you care to go down further. Do you want to seem like a dumbass again when I tell you that I'm the sick fuck that wants to drink from someone's own entity?. I don't need anyone's help Twilight. I've got a good contract that will see to it that I never go without the substances that I need.

Well Twilight, its a damn good thing that I never asked you anyways isn't it? The man that lives many of lives only to find himself back in hell? Yet you still try to tell me how I'm evil with my one life?

You felt safe, didn't you? Yet you failed to protect your back. This is a hardcore match Twilight. Our word, meant nothing.. Hardcore is hardcore.. There's no rules Twilight. Like the water, your just being used to make a point to every single person that wants to doubt that I mean business.

 Every twist along with each turn will present a new chapter that needs explored.. Did you honestly believe that after my wall was hit. I would be done? Did you listen to someone else on that? Didn't they tell you that match was under different circumstances? Twilight, yours and my match is a hardcore match simply. The repetition sounds desperate but I'm trying to outline that to you and those that look down at me.. That one contest or maybe two contests they had spoke of contained rules. This is a completely different atmosphere... So let me paint a little bit more of this picture that you signed up for. While you might of expected a safety net. This is not one of those situations. Simply at this time Twilight. You're being lead by the pathetic son of a bitch that you are and while you try to shuffle things in your own light. Both, you and I know that you're way out of your league. Even the ghost is chuckling at this because of your feeble attempt at charging the other side of this dark cloud that represents SFT.

Last promo, I showed you of how you were being used and in this moment with the winds pushing you into this web that has been spun. You'll understand that I'm the spider which thinks about the wind and where it will bring my prey. I understand that you might have a code of ethics but that means absolutely nothing to me when you were hoping for the weakening effect. Yet this is not one of those times Twilight, I'll always be waiting somewhere in the path waiting to make my next move. One that is masked. Yet it'll appear like solid footing to you. Fact is, there is no one that can handle what I bring when I set my mind to it.

 
You want to be the person to look at me like I'm the one that hasn't learnt a damn thing from my mistakes yet you wouldn't understand what it's like to be me and don't ever again pretend to know me because you simply don't. Out of all your chances in life Twilight. Those meant nothing because the mold that made me was destroyed seconds after the tragedy was born... This is something you'll never learn.

I'm my own special combinations of the demonic infusions twilight. Don't ever consider yourself lucky to understand me. After those vicious points you wanted to unleash, you still tried to pull back. Steele is right, you're soft Twilight and you're flexible outlook on life is what will open you up to more that can come. I once told you to be careful of what fork in the road you took and now; You're seeing exactly what I'm talking about.

Twilight, if you haven't caught on yet. Let me tell you that I'm the snake in the grass. A lot of possibilities are there as you look but you'll never honestly see me until it's too late. Misdirection my twisted friend. Let it be your companion. Bait the hook and go fishing for something hungry. You're looking for something ready to rise to the top of the mountain with only a glimmer of hope. Yet the fact is that I'll be on any path that you may take. Under a fallen log or resting in plain sight. I'll never be in the same place twice. You don't get it do you? I'm not Mr. Black or Mr. White... I'm the sadistic fucker that loves watching you guess. Every time your eyes move from one point to another in search of solid footing makes me itch that much more to release the venom within my soul.

Face it Twilight, your head is spinning and you don't know where I'm coming from. I am much like the ghost that I may one day face but today is not that day. This is the moment where I sow my seed into you just as I've always done. Water? Ha! You fool. Then, much like you are now. You're only a stage. One that tries to adjust to situations the best you can but the fact is. You'll never take me alive in my very own environment. Make no mistake about it Twilight, you are on my turf and even though I don't care to ascend in the ranks. I'm still going to defend what little honor I have. Go ahead and believe that you can take that from me.. I'm hardcore and if you want to fully test me, I'm ready to stand up like a man with nothing to lose. The question is? Are you?

I certainly don't have anything left to lose in this one life Twilight. I can honestly say that I don't care about your well being. I'm not trying to coat things for you. Its that time that you not only need to learn to grow a fucking spine, You also need to take your time and think. Don't come in barreling full steam ahead. Hold onto some of your venom my fellow viper. Save it for a time where you can change the course of the battle..

I hope that you've learned something. I tried to help Robert Saints but he didn't understand what it meant to truly be a viper.. That dumbass wants everyone to know everything he has on the plate at all times... Twilight, you hold some back  out of kindness I fear but soon; that'll change. Once I'm done and gone from this place. I'll hope that your miserable personality can keep a fraction of what I was going. I could be wrong and I might of wasted this hardcore match for a no body. Someone that doesn't have a hope in the world of stepping up to the tenacity that I'm able to bring.

Perhaps I should've challenged Emerson's determination? He seems like his bones can take the strain. I know that Redd wants to be nice to him but that is where Redd and I differ. I'm truly heartless, to everything... I may give a prompt here and there but that doesn't mean that I give two shits about any of you because I'm the one and true viper here in Strike Towers. It's as simple as that..

Rumpke looks down at the cave and latches onto the set of chains that grip the ankles of his feet before digging deep once again only to push to the darkened abyss that lays before him. The darkness, it represents a form of rest. One that can help him forget about the pain he feels on a daily basis. This agony, it beats him down everyday, some of it likely is his choice but when you're this far gone. Nothing ever means the same. Everything is different. Even though some may want too look at his life through a lens like their the high and mighty. Those blind sheep don't have a fucking clue about what it means to be Rumpke. But lets smile while they attempt to dissect the enigma that he is.

Sleep well and take your next step a little better than you did the last time. Lets keep this going, if you've got it in you..