Shattered Dreams..(A Prelude..)

*The scene opens up in an empty bar room. "Chemical" by Crashdiet is heard blaring over the speakers. Rumpke is seen sitting at the bar with many bottles resting on the table in front of them. Some of them are empty, while others have yet to be touched.*

This is the moment where your short reign will be challenged Jamo... You did well defending your title against that weak minded Travis.. You got under his skin well and pulled the rug right out from underneath his feet but I'm not Travis, Jamo.. I've got a fight in me that you'll never expect coming. You might of looked down upon my antics the past two times we were scheduled to meet head on and that's okay Jamo.. A couple of things you need to reflect on and hopefully you'll understand is that; I've been having fun toying with you.

*Rumpke winks at the camera before killing another bottle of liquor in front of him.*

At first, you tried to speak your verses of bringing a chaotic nightmare to me, you've tried to do what you could to get into my head. Hell, you'd even threatened my family but you've gained no ground with it Jamo and it seems as if you might understand that. So what do you do? You come out and start kissing my ass. I've done nothing to earn your respect, Yet... But that time is coming; After all, We're approaching the climax of this story. What I wonder is why do you try to suck up to me?? I don't know; That type of mentality doesn't register in my head Jamo. I'm not that kind of man but I'm defiantly the kind of guy that'll spit on you after I'm done pissing on you; Unless you're on fire, if that's the case. Then I'll piss right next to you while watching you burn but even then; I'll still spit on you because that's how I feel about you Jamo. You're a farce, a pretender that loves to intimidate his opponents and I'm a hardcore son of a gun that's always ready to go off when the time is right.. That time Jamo, is now. This is the moment where I'm going to jack your jaw. The games that I played with you are now over.. There's no more smoke and mirrors.

 
This upcoming Titans will be the day where you and I truly collide head on. There'll be no more "dodging on my part" if you want to call it that; I'll no longer give you an easy way out Jamo... Yes, that's right Jamo; You heard me correctly. This time, when you step into the bar room. You can expect the "fight" that you've been begging for. You're finally going to see what I can do when I'm operating on all cylinders. Once you enter the bar room. You'll step into my house Jamo. A place where nightmares become a reality each and every time you decide to indulge yourself in its hospitality.. This house will not give you an opening to leave unscathed. Each and every time you walk out those doors. You'll soon learn that you've lost a little bit of your soul. And once you've entered and left as many times as I've done. You'll understand that you don't recognize yourself anymore.. When you look at yourself in the mirror. The shadows in your eyes will have intensified, gaining more ground on that clean soul of yours. Your body will become poisoned more and more until you reach the point where you need that toxic presence to survive. It'll kill the pain that you feel while further doing harm to you at the same time. It's a cycle Jamo, one that doesn't end well in the bar room. You want a nightmare? I've got your nightmare hanging on the wall under a big light that says "Fun Times".. I promise you that every time you step into my world, you'll lose that much more of yourself until you'll no longer recognize yourself.. The look in your eyes after you exit those doors will forever be changed. And that'll happen every night. You might not spot it early on but there will be a time where you hold your breath before opening those doors knowing that you're going to give a piece of yourself away once you cross that line..

Its a way of life Jamo; One that I'm accustomed to. It's something that I've endured for many years now. This isn't a fantasy.. You're stepping into MY WORLD Jamo. I'm not coming to your "nightmare". Fuck your nightmare Jamo, I'll piss on your fantasy each and every time.. Hell, too be honest, I envy you. I wish we could exchange nightmares. I'd love to have it so fucking easy to the point where I didn't have a clue.. Speaking of having a clue.. A first blood match? What kind of shit was that? Is that the best you can do? You're pathetic and short sighted.. I couldn't help it, I had to laugh when you proposed that match because it was sad. You couldn't strike a drop of fear in my body with your short sighted thoughts of a reality that even you fail to see. It was a pitiful attempt from a desperate man Jamo.. A first blood match is something that you and I both could easy win. There is no fight involved in that sorry excuse for a match. You wanted a fight didn't you? Psh.. Dumbass.. Let me fill you in on something Jamo.. All's it took for you or myself to win a first blood match was a simple cut which is common in fights.. It's not a nightmare, and it's got nothing to do with a fight. Any fighter knows that one well connected hit on the nose will bring about a bloody nose.. When your a fighter, that's expected you fucking idiot. How are you going to show me a nightmare if you cut me open during that type of match? You had no intention of digging your feet in the dirt to have a fight. Jamo, your suggestion and idea of a nightmare makes me think that you wanted a shot at a quick and easy victory. Well, I'm not going to give you an easy way out any longer. Now it's time that you earn a win against the drunken brawler instead of me handing a win to you like I did last time. I didn't have to hand you that win in the three way match we had with Kent Jackson. I could've taken him out and then beaten a new nightmare into that mind of yours with an overwhelming force but I didn't do that. I simply softened Kent Jackson up for you a bit, then left the ring to satisfy my thirst while you had your fun. I don't regret the loss one bit because at the end. You didn't honestly earn that "W", You felt the hangover and I showed once again how you were a fucking moron to trust me. It was you that was fooled to turn your back on me. I dug the dagger in a little deeper while watching you squirm. And after it all was done, once you rose up and threw a fit.. You asked for the worst punishment that your simple mind could deliver on.. A FIRST BLOOD MATCH...

*Rumpke smiles at the camera. He wants to laugh but it's not funny how pathetic Jamo is and It's honestly sad so he holds in his laughter....*

I've already got into that stupid choice of a first blood match where I show you how there are easily manipulated, So I'll save you more education on that topic. Just know that soon, when you enter the bar with me. You're going to see how frightening it can be and once this match takes place Jamo. When you're in the thick of things doing everything you can to survive the relentless onslaught from my unforgiving fists.. You'll understand what a true physical nightmare is. I'm going to reveal how you've got no fight in that temple of yours and WHEN you crash to the ground Jamo. There will be no referee to pull me off. You'll be at my mercy and/or the capability that you posses. There's going to be no breathers, no "stop, I'm bleeding". You won't be able to cry to the ref that "Rumpke's too aggressive, you need a breather, please give me a chance to at least get up." All of those bullshit, scapegoat windows will no longer be there Jamo..

This is the environment where I'll beat you into a red-headed stepchild. After this match, you'll never be the same. If you really are a fighter, this moment that you're about to experience will break you down and when you heal; You'll be that much stronger, ready to push on while surprising yourself. Or you'll fade out into the abyss much like the ending of many promos. The choice will remain with your heart. But the fact is. You're in for one hell of a ride Jamo where you can't rely on a safety belt.

I'm not just out for blood Jamo; That's not enough for me.. I'm dedicated to exposing you and finally. This cycle has followed its path, the stage has been set and now; All I've got to do is keep the assault going while watching you crumble beneath the pressure. It's time that you face the music. You don't possess a special talent at this time. You're nothing spectacular. The only extraordinary attribute you hold true is that your stupidity weighs heavily just like your brothers of chaos or whatever the fuck you want to call them. All three of you are idiots; Baitfish and stepping stones for the trophy combatants here in SFT. None of you possess any good attributes besides a willingness to show up. Don't get me wrong, that helps but it'll only get you so far. Your buddy Chris, the Voodoo Monster is about to find out how he is out of his element much like you're about to figure out how you're a sorry excuse of a leader for this trio that you want to dominate here in SFT.

*Rumpke takes a breather as cracks open another top and removes it from the bottle. He throws the top away because it'll serve a purpose no longer. The Drunken Brawler begins drinking the bottle. He chugs and chugs; Opening himself up to more toxins that'll forever shape his life from this moment forward and he continues until there is nothing left.*

You've got to be the leader here Jamo. Sure you have the Intercontinental Title at this time but does that represent your dominance. You were just lucky that Joseph gave you the title shot.. Louis Cypher, obviously didn't deserve the title either because he gave up so easy to a bitch like you. And then that pathetic excuse of a SFT fighter received a World title shot.. Maybe the whole crowning of Jamo was a fucking a conspiracy but it doesn't matter Jamo because I'm going to set the record straight. That's what this whole thing has been about to me.. Setting the record straight and I've done what I could to give you every inch of a platform to stand on. I've done what I could to fuel your fire but it seems that you can't be pushed to do better.. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt and did what I could to support Josephs dream. I gave what I could to help you out but you didn't want help. You never needed someone to light the fire for you. Simply put, you had no fuel for the fire Jamo and now, Joey understood the mistake he had made in this whole Louis Cypher and Jamo fallacy.. That's why he's put me against you for this title. For one, he knows that I'll tear it from either your cold grip or I'll rip it from your warm grasps. Either way, he knows that I'll put my life on the line to just that Jamo. This correction that is about to happen, it needs to take place because you're not ready... Remember that and pray that you'll be able to fix where you went wrong..

*Another crack is heard before a different bottle is raised up to his lips. He begins drinking the bottle and the alcohol begins flowing into his mouth. He's been drinking since he's woke up. All of the alcohol is starting to place it's trance on him to where the picture would get a lot worse. Now is the time where he must deal with the demons that he fueled to be here. This moment where the lights fade to black is where he is on his own.. We'll spare you of that, for now...*