I'm sick but one day; I hope to be better..

*The scene opens up to Rumpke, laying on a couch in the front room of his house. He lays across the room from a woodstove. Rumpke is covered up with a thick blanket. His face is absent of color and covered in sweat. He sets up as he uncovers himself. Dried up blood is splattered onto his chin and shirt.. He sat there for a moment, shivering violently; Rumpke begins to sway back and forth briefly but that quickly came to an end. Rumpke begins speaking slowly and weakly.*

I've been sober for almost two whole days. No pills, nor alcohol has found its way into my bloodstream.. The crusade, much like other attempts in the past; Started off well the first time but as time progressed, a fever grew and sweat began to flow. Fatigue, it settled in. The only time I've had any resemblance of energy the past day was when I would vomit the little bit of food and fluid that I'd try to consume. I feel as if I should go to the hospital to get well but I can't get better right now. There is more work to be done here in SFT. The final page is still a little ways off.. For now, I must prepare myself for one upcoming battle as well as a future match if we can call it that.. These past two days, I've done this too myself so I can get a taste of the battle that lays before me.

*Rumpke slowly gets up off of the couch, and staggers over to stand in front of the mirror. He reaches over, grabs a simple wooden chair and pulls it into view of the mirror. Rumpke falls onto the chair in order to sit down. He looks at his pale face covered in sweat that is pouring.. His eyes have sunken into his skull and gives the appearance that he is not far off..*

I see myself and wonder what have I become? I'm a monster, one that leeches off of a substance to thrive on a daily basis. I've came to the point where rock bottom isn't far off and the further I descend into madness increases the hold that Steele has over me. His voice is becoming louder and the presence of this evil deity is becoming irrefutable..

*Rumpke reaches over onto a simple wooden table to grab a full fifth of Kentucky Cornshine. He cracks open the bottle before chugging it. A tear leaves each eye of his as he succumbs to the pain that he feels. Rumpke keeps drinking to the point where nothing is left and at that moment. He closes his eyes as he grasps onto the neck of the bottle. A grimace overcomes his face as he begins to squeeze the neck of the bottle. His eyelids open up to reveal all white and at that moment; The bottle bursts from the pressure of his grip. Rumpke closes his eyelids briefly before taking a deep breath. He then opens his eyes once again to stare into the mirror but these windows into his soul have changed. There is a dark glaze over them but they seem to be full of life once again. A sadistic smile sweeps across his face as blood is everywhere due to the cuts on Rumpke's hand from the broken glass. The chunks of glass have yet to be removed. They linger there to fuel the fire. The dark appearance in his eyes are gone, there is only a fire now. One that pushes him out of the chair with ease. He reaches onto the table once again and grasps onto another full bottle of Kentucky Cornshine. As Rumpke grabs this bottle tightly, the chunks of glass dig deeper into his flesh and soon the bottle is covered in his own blood.*

(I take a deep breath before letting out a sigh as I look up at the mirror to see someone completely different. My eyes, they lock onto my addiction, Steele. Someone and something that I love yet hate.. I look upon this giant devilish fiend. The blood vessels in his body are black and they are wrapped in a pale white skin. His hair is long and greasy. Steele's eyes are completely black and cold.. Anytime weakness blankets my body. I take a drink, one that burns through the despair covering my body and with each drink; I slowly become this person that stands before me.. I do hate it yet, I'm not in a position where I can be weak for an extended period of time. I must succumb to the sickness that is Steele. I'm left with no choice but to kill a piece of myself everyday that I remain.)

Jamo, I promised that I would overcome everything you brought to the table and I will; I'm prepared to kill off a little more of my soul each day that I must in order to fix this bullshit where you became a champion here. Your last match, it showed some promise but so far; You've reverted to doing nothing when this is the moment that you should be pushing yourself harder than you've ever done.. Your complacency is sickening, and It'll only further fuel my relentless behavior.. I'll never stop because you need to breathe. Instead Jamo, I'll continue to beat that air out of your lungs. I'm going to suffocate you.. After all, without air, there can be no fire.. Don't expect mercy from me because you can't keep up. You're suppose to be a hardcore champion that has had many titles. I know that either all of that was made up to further burst your ego or you swam with fish smaller than you were and took advantage of that. Don't get me wrong, I've got a huge ego but there is only one championship that is listed on my bio.. It's one that I won since returning SFT. Does that mean that there weren't anymore?

*Rumpke shrugs his shoulders after smiling. He then takes a long hard drink from the bottle.. Rumpke consumes half of this bottle before stopping. He lets out a long sigh before continuing.*

The title history, it doesn't matter Jamo. This brawl that you're about to walk into much like others that might follow will pay no attention to what you've done. These moments, will be defined by what you do when that time is upon you. That's one reason why I feel no need to blast my title accomplishments before all of you.. Enough of me lives in the past as it is when I think of my family, the one that you threatened which I'll get to that soon... Point is Jamo, none of your accomplishments scare me because I am my own beast. One that doesn't give a shit about what you've done. I'm going to push you to new limits and each blow from my fists will be for my family that you threatened. By the time I'm done with you Jamo, you'll be damn near a vegetable.. Go ahead and try to make a mockery of me if you wish but when the time comes to prove ourselves. You'll find out that this bulls horns aren't sharp, instead their blunt and their unforgiving.

While I've been saying for awhile now that I don't know how much more I have left in the tank. I'm not sure how many more times I can kill a piece of my soul to keep this going. The sure fire bet that you can count on Jamo is that I've got enough left in this tank to forcefully beat you into a bloody pulp. I'm not going to do this for myself Jamo but I will do it for SFT; This beating that you're about to have will also be done for my family.. You and others might not see it just yet but you're fucking hopeless when it comes to beating me when I show up to fight. You don't have it in you yet. You're too passive Jamo, you are living your fantasy but that isn't enough. You need to bring out some reality to fuel that small fire within your soul. Not all of it can be superficial. Bring out your fears, show us the struggle that you've got inside. It doesn't make you weak Jamo..

I'm often overcome by Steele, he is my addiction. Steele represents drinking and he is always with me, fanning the flames to new heights. I hate him but I love drinking. The two, they go hand in hand. I can not have one with out the other. They are closely knit.. I've honestly wanted to do more with this promo than I've done but I've fell short. I let loose of the frigid chill of weed. I only drink and take pills now. That leaves me weaker than I once was Jamo. It takes away from my soul, this lack of substance no longer counteracts against the fire from the alcohol. I no longer see things in a haze. Instead, I look at the world through fiery eyes.. I'm now at the most instable point since I've rejoined SFT. I no longer have that which held this part of me back.. It's been this way for at least a month and for that time; I've done what I could to walk this tightrope but with time Jamo.. I'm starting to lean the wrong way. I'm becoming more like Steele. Rumpke, is fading before my eyes and there's little I can do about it besides succumb to another addiction. I'm honestly ready to be rid of the addictions but I can't yet. I need them, I need Steele; My mentor and trainer, a little longer. I've got to use him like he uses me.. That is the only way for me Jamo.

Everyday when I wake up. I throw up blood due to the last night. If I try to stop, I continue to throw up blood. It's a cycle that hasn't yet stopped. Time, it has a way of stopping these things if we can't stop them ourselves.. I'm winding down Jamo; I'm growing tired as the clock ticks away my life.. I should stop but I can't. I've got to see this through. My word has to be good. I'll no longer betray that aspect of the spirit that rests within this body awaiting an escape from this awful life that it must live..

In conclusion, I'll say that I'm a sickly person, that feels the cold grasp of death reaching out for me but I can't stop now. I must continue the race against time to see this chapter of my life through even if it kills me in the process. And as you step into that bar room with me Jamo. You'll look into my eyes and understand that I'm possessed.. When you walk a day in my shoes, you've got to be... I may fear my own mortality that is quickly gaining ground as I stand here killing myself for SFT but I'll never fear you Jamo. Instead, I'll be the person that kills myself just to beat you. That's the cold hard fact that surrounds this match you're about to participate in.. I won't accept defeat, I'll never give in. Death will come before dishonor Jamo... Prepare yourself for a fight like no other you've ever experienced..

*Rumpke tilts the bottle and begins killing the remains of that bottle as he keeps one eye on Steele. The demon smiles back at him as Rumpke succumbs to the fate that he must give in to if he is going to see this through. Once again, He begins talking but his voice is much deeper outlined with a cold rasp..*

The clock, it's ticking Jamo and while my body grows tired. My mind receives this offering and puts it to use. I'm once again ready and will be prepared to do what I have to do when the time comes. The previously unmentioned fact here is that each and every time I have to pick up a bottle. Those moments where I have to kill a piece of myself will not be forgotten but they will become fuel for the fire; And as you cry when you meet the darkest parts of my mind. You'll want a way out Jamo.. You'll wish to see your nightmare once again but the time and place that you entered. It was not yours. We'll enjoy what is to come when you squirm and yearn for relief. The pain and suffering that you're going to feel will welcome you to our nightmare Jamo. One that both of us share intimately.. You may not realize it yet my child but soon; You'll understand that there are more disturbing realities that one must fight through everyday. Smoke and mirrors have no shine nor do they produce a dark enough cloud to overcome our reality. You're nothing more than kid with a title entering the lions den where god will not save you..

*There is nothing more to say as the scene fades to black after the camera see's the deity Steele's reflection in the mirror as it looks down upon the man looking into the mirror.. They both smile at the exact same time before everything becomes completely black...*