Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 18:56:41 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a frigid day. The temperature outside is already below zero and the wind wants to intensify this feeling. I take a long drink from my bottle of Kentucky Cornshine in hopes of warming myself up. Yet after the bottle is gone. I'm still cut down by the chilling wind. This body of mine, wants to take shelter and hide from this awful weather but my spirit won't allow it.. The flesh is weak and it proves that around each and every turn..
I've got to take care of my family. I must make sure they stay warm during cold and dark times like these. I slowly step off of my ATV and take one more drink from the bottle of whisky before it is all gone. It whirls through the wind and shatters upon slamming into a tree. My eyes glare down at a full bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and I begin to think about how nice it would be to take one more drink from this golden liquid. Yet, instead. I walk away from it and too the wagon attached too my ATV. I watch as my hand reluctantly reaches into the wagon and pulls out a chainsaw.
The congestion inside my nose and lungs make it extremely hard to breath as the fury of this wind begins to pick up. It makes my bones creak and crack with every step that I take. Regardless, I trudge forward with an unrelenting spirit that refuses to tuck tail and run. This is something that must be done. For Aly and Lily who wait next to the warmth of the woodstove.. They must always be able to feel the warmth of life as I live. Never can I allow them to feel the frigid depths of what this life can bring. I'll do everything I can to prevent that from happening. I must always be their shield from such things...
"It won't be so bad when I get inside the woods" is what I tell myself as I continue to move closer to the tree line. I stop moving so I can cough. Each cough that succeeds becomes even more violent and eventually; I see the blood leave my body.. After that spell is over. I begin walking once again. Each step that I take towards the tree line hurts severely but I can't stop. It seems like an hour before I reach the woods yet in reality it was only minutes. I trudge up to a fallen and seasoned tree. One that's ready to burn.. It's color is gone. There's no light brown left to resemble the fact that it had life. The only thing left is a grey appearance..
I set the chainsaw down before reaching into my back pocket. I hear heavy machinery off in the distance but no nature. Nothing that would make me believe that this small forest is alive.. It's much like me. It's almost completely dead inside..
A flask emerges from my back pocket. One that I eagerly open up and begin drinking only in hopes of taming the frigid temperatures that try to lock me down into a fetal position.. Yet, as the fire water hits my gut.. It begins warming me up this time, with each and every hit that lands below.. Yet the fire isn't enough to overcome the chilling weather that my body attempts to endure.. I still feel sluggish yet never give in. I pull the cord to start the chainsaw and it lets out a high pitched roar. The two-cycle fuel finds its way into my nostrils and the toxic concoction wants to take my breath away but it is late... The intense cold has already left me breathless.
I hear the roar of the chainsaw as I begin cutting up this fallen tree. Over and over I turn this once proud and longstanding being of it's own right into nothing more than a chunk of firewood that'll crackle and pop; Once it gives way to the heat of the wood stove. It's once thought of legacy will be nothing more than fuel for the fire that keeps my family warm through this trying time in life...
After chopping this large tree into pieces. I recognize that the battle is only half complete. I still have to brave the rest of the battlefield that would see me fall on my face and freeze.. This fight that I'm up against.. It'd see Aly and Lily left abandoned and cold.. This same war that I face, would see them left for dead.. Yet I can't allow that.. I've got to be their windbreaker. I must help them navigate this treacherous atmosphere.. After all, it's all I've ever known before they arrived. I'm not afraid of these forsaken lands.. I don't fear the hell that Jamo wants to show me or others and will never succumb to the feeble fight that either him or Jackson Kent could hope to bring.
Both of these men lack fortitude. Neither of them could ever hope to carry even one link from the chains of honor that I constantly carry throughout this poor excuse of life that I've experienced. Yet that doesn't mean that neither man will try to overcome the fight that I bring too the table and that's okay with me. I welcome every ounce of fight that they have. I'll be the man that bleeds them dry of everything they have to give" is the inner dialogue that I tell myself as I brave the frigid temperatures that seek to dismantle me..
Jamo, you want to speak of hell as if you know what that is. You want that to throw people for a whirl. But I don't care for your hell. I've experienced my own hell, everyday of my life Jamo and I fear not as I walk into your forsaken land. You becoming the Intercontinental champion was a joke that should've never came to pass. Yet here is the truth. You happened to overcome the feeble Louis Cypher.. Yeah, Jamo; Congrats on that.. But now you've got to rise to the occasion of defending that title. Sure; You don't have to defend it now at this time, in this match and I can feel the thankful sweat dripping off of your forehead.. But I want you to know that this match, it won't end with me placing you where you belong. That'll only be the beginning Jamo.. Next thing you know Jamo, you'll be defending your intercontinental title against me. And while you may want to terrify me with your hell Jamo.. I'll still walk into that hell of yours and snatch that title from your grasps. Because I don't fear you nor your hell Jamo.. I've got my own hell that I endure every single day of the year.. This hell, it makes me a demon slayer... Because I fear none of you. I'll always rise too the occasion to keep the demons that seek to control me under control. There are some that think different of me and some that wish that I would set guidelines on when to unleash these devils.. Yet after all of this time. They obviously fail too see the restrictions that I set for myself.. Previously, it may of not registered in their mind but maybe they might start connecting those dots..
Rumpke throws the last bit of firewood in the trailer before looking back at the camera..
I do what I can so I can be the one in control of these demons Jamo.. Are you ready to do your infamous deadline crunch out of shear desperation? Forget it Jamo, I'm going to force you to beat me head on.. This isn't one of your former feds.. This is SFT Jamo... There's no waiting for the end to overcome your opponents weak stance. You've got to truly earn this spot you covet son.. There's no waiting until the last minute only to reply to your opponent while giving him no chance to reply.. This is SFT Jamo!!! You want to be remembered here? This is a stepping stone. This moment will not make you and it won't break you but you can count on it being a lesson!!
Here in SFT, you won't be pampered by pathetic one promo rules... Jamo, you won't be able to capitalize on bullshit that you think too be true without response... I've dealt with this life and surroundings for a lifetime. I'm ready for everything you could hope to bring. Mark my words Jamo, I will overcome every ounce of hell that you have to throw my way in this three way match. And after you've exhausted yourself, with nothing else too give Jamo.. I'll knock you out.. You might want to think of me as if I'm glorifying my position but in reality. This is just the way it is.. Because I am better than you. I'm a better fighter, a better champion and a hell of a lot better heel than you.. That is a fact.. Just like it's true that you've been comforted by silly rules that build false champions..
Honestly Jamo, there are a few people here in the now that have a shot against me and you at this time are not one of them but regardless.. I will give a shout out to those even though I might reluctant too for the fact that there are still some question marks in the saga... Glenn Owen, Redd, Saint Jude, Lucas Balkan, and Nathan Gust. There, that's my shout out and you are not one of them. You've not earned that right Jamo just like the clown that follows you hasn't earned the right.. Both of you are pathetic in my eyes. Nothing more than vultures that sweep in upon people having a bad day. Never have either of you actually taken out a true contender. And that is why Jamo, very soon.. You'll be defending that title against me..
Believe me Jamo, I'm going to make it happen and when it does come to be a reality for you. You'll either shape up or you'll no longer hold onto the Intercontinental title.. Let me dumb it down for you Jamo... You don't deserve to hold a title in SFT. You're shit that has yet to float to the surface...
That last fiery thought came out as I climbed onto the ATV. I had turned the ignition and rode it all of the way back too the house before walking into the door. My feet progressed around the corner into the living room. I see Lily run down the stairs and give me a hug before she vanishes before my eyes. Aly who was next in line too give me a hug also vanishes and the only feeling I have now is that of my own hell.. One that'll never cease to exist no matter how much time passes me by...
*The scene begins to fade as Rumpke looks upon his fading family.. Tortured and lost, he can only see one direction and that is forward, through any challenge that stands in his way..*
