Jamo

*The scene opens up inside a room. A glow remains constant from a woodstove with an open door. The fire it crackles and pops as its energy is expended. We can hear the howl of the wind outside as the camera pans to its right where we see Rumpke sitting at a table with prescription pill containers and alcohol bottles resting on the surface. His face and body appears to be covered in sweat.. We watch on as Rumpke opens up a pill bottle and pours what could easily be a handful of oblong pills into his mouth. His gnarly teeth are seen as he chews through the time released coating, revealing the raw drugs within the pills coating. He sets the bottle down before reaching for a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine that rests on the table in front of him. Rumpke turns his head to look at a mirror on the wall.*

As I look into this mirror, I see a pair of cold eyes that look back at me. Yet these gateways too my soul weren't always so frigid. One time they were much warmer. The shadow that remains behind is a constant reminder of the wrong choices that I've made. I'm the only one to blame for my misfortune.. There were no other hands in on what has became the demise of my soul.

*Rumpke places one battered hand of his on top of the unmolested cap before we see this hand grip the cap tightly. A crack is heard as his grip loosens the cap from the bottle before it is completely removed. *

As I look at myself in this mirror. I struggle to see goodness inside my mind. To where once before. Kindness was everywhere inside. The shadow that I see in the reflection. It speaks to me on many fronts. Yet this one time it is telling me once again how I'm dying inside. It wants to let me know that their is very little to live for and in most aspects; I've got to agree with the wraith but its that glimmer of light in my soul that tells me things can turn around. It helps me keep pushing despite the fact that everything around me looks so grim. This small voice in my head helps a small part of me strive to remain good.. For without it. The windows into my soul would surely resemble the dark abyss much like Steele's.

*His eyes squint out of the pain that he feels which is the after effects from his life's choices. With a grimmace, he slowly brings the bottle up to his lips... Rumpke takes a few large drinks from the bottle before slamming it down on the table. removes the bottle after the deed is done. Rumpke covers his mouth before he violently begins coughing*

There isn't a day that goes by where I feel relief from the mental burdens that weighs me down.. I'm always holding up the weight of this world that rests on my shoulders. I've always carried that cross and with each step that I've taken.. Am I some sort of hero? The cold hard reality tells me a resounding no.. And it's right; I'm not. The person that speaks to all of you at this time, in this moment and many other times in the past is one of the most wretched of sorts... This cross, this anchor that I pull only digs in more with each step that I've taken.

Right now Jamo, I'm ashamed that I took so long to let my voice be heard this week. Naturally, I assumed that I had an easy road this fight and I chose to take it easy. Shame on me! Shame on us, Jamo..

That's exactly what I think of you Jamo. Because so far, all I've seen from you has told me that you're a fucking joke that could one day be great but this isn't the time man.. You're to busy kissing ass and taking the minimal route. You haven't got that blunt edge where you tell feeble opponents exactly what they are before stepping up to smacking the face paint and black hair right off of their head.. Someone that is truly hardcore would never pat someone's ass as they came back to the locker room. You'd have to earn my praise which is something you won't do until you can prove that you're capable of stepping up...

You, I suspect believe you to be a wolf yet you honestly haven't evolved into the killing machine that you could be Jamo. Consider this moment a lesson when you stand across from a wolf that neither charges to advance in your direction nor stays passive waiting for you to swing the axe.. I want you to swing Jamo. As a matter of a fact, I'm hoping you do. I want to see the worst you can possibly be but sadly this isn't your moment to show me. This is that moment where you'll feel the vice tighten its grip across your chest Jamo, not knowing what is coming but you'll know its going to be bad and when it reveals its ugly head to you Jamo. You'll certainly be wishing for better times...

Right now Jamo, as it stands. I wouldn't let you lick the dog-shit off of my boot. You've got a long way to go before you could stand up to a veteran in this federation and you can expect to receive a lot of punishment when we meet in the hardcore arena just for thinking you could compete. There's nothing more that upsets me like a self proclaimed hero that's deserved absolutely no respect.

If our heart was into this fight Jamo, you would either be trying to beat me to the punch so you could hope to wear me down or you'd wait to react to what I brought. Honestly, you should be thankful that I've not went on a tear with you like I had done to others in the past yet don't let that give you a false sense of hope.. Because there is no hope for you Jamo.
 
Once you hear the demoralizing roar of my rallying cry.. The end will soon follow. I'm ready to go to war with you. These fists of mine, their ready to sunder your spirit too the point where you'll be left with no defenses.. Prepare yourself Jamo, you're about to step up to the drunken brawler in a battle zone that isn't for the weak... Get ready for the horrors that will come our way...

Don't disappoint us Jamo.. See you there...

*The scene fades to black.*