Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 19:05:50 GMT
“People want to know who I am under the mask. Am I Brad Kane? Am I someone who stole this name from him for the clout? Who is it under this mask? Sorry to disappoint everyone but the unveiling will not be happening this soon into Infinite Pro Wrestling’s beginning. And yet, without knowing who I really am…”
The voice of Reckless Jack is muffled and distorted through the mask, just how they intended it to be. Reckless Jack’s backdrop was simple, in front of a black sheet with nothing else shown but the mask.
“The first show of IPW and I have a chance to make an impact, not that I wouldn’t anyways regardless of who they put me against, and it’s glorious. For a long time I’ve seen men of his ilk run rampant throughout the world. More concerned with the bottom line, more concerned with the dollars in their pocket and more concerned with themselves than those around them.
It’s no surprise that I hate my opponent coming up on the first ever Adrenaline. And, without a shadow of a doubt, he will need every single bit of adrenaline to survive me on April 17th over in Ireland.”
A chuckle is heard coming through now.
“My homeland of Ireland. Where the family is from. The crest and everything else, but Northern Ireland. Not a place like Dublin. The place where Cross Recoba will be laid to rest after I’m finished with him on the 17th.
I’d say it’s not personal, Cross, but it is. I’ve seen you for years. I’ve seen you take advantage of people, take every single shortcut imaginable to amass your wealth and then open up your little promotion in Las Vegas.
Where I might also reside. Where I might also compete at. Or am I actually there? This name, Reckless Jack, is so involved with Brad Kane that most of you probably think it’s him under this mask. You think it’s the guy who came back from the dead under this mask.
And you can keep thinking about it because it doesn’t honestly matter. Maybe Reckless Jack is Legion and there are many of us because people like Cross Recoba doesn’t quite get what Reckless Jack is. It’s more than a person. More than a moniker.”
RJ pauses for a hot second.
“The name Reckless Jack means violence. It means destruction. Not caring about your own well being for the sake of maiming who is in front of you. This name brings about thoughts of death matches and light tubes and tacks and barbed wire. A lot of people claim to be violent or to represent violence.
Reckless Jack is violence.
Cross has always been known for taking the easy way out of the ring and in the ring. No shortcut is too short for him to take, and he’s made a fortune from it. He wants to be on the marquee. He wants to own hotels and people and companies and line his pockets with a few dollars more.
What good is all that money, all that fame and all that accompanies it when you can’t breathe anymore?”
Jack takes a moment to let the question sink in.
“You can’t take any of this with you, Cross. You want to be buried amongst all the dollars in your bank vault? It won’t happen. You cannot take money with you. The only thing that’s left is legacy, Cross. The legacy you leave when you can’t wake up again is what’s left.
And what’s your legacy? A man who was known for be a con-man, a liar and cheat. Doesn’t seem like the right legacy to leave.
You already know my legacy is violence. It’s hitting someone in the face as hard as I can. It’s about making someone like you beg, plead and bleed.
I’ve never spent a single moment with you in my life and I can’t stand who you are. I cannot stand people who stab someone in the back over a percent in the stock market. People like to say that Reckless Jack is an evil man because I love to hurt people. I love to cause chaos.”
He lifts a finger up and points it at the screen.
“You are the evil, Cross Recoba. You are what I am here to destroy. You embody everything Reckless Jack is not. I want to hit you in the face so hard. I want to kick you in the ribs until they’re broken and you’re gasping for air. I want to drop you on your neck so badly that you’ll need a stretcher to leave the arena on the 17th.
It’s all so funny to me that you know about Reckless Jack, maybe more than most in IPW. So the two of us going head to head is just right, to me. You know what I’m capable of regardless of who is under this suit, under this mask. You think I can’t do anything without a death match while you sell out arenas?
People were chanting my name before you stepped foot in front of more than 50 people. I don’t need anything but my elbows and my legs to beat the absolute shit out of you, Cross. And I’ll prove it.”
And cut.
The voice of Reckless Jack is muffled and distorted through the mask, just how they intended it to be. Reckless Jack’s backdrop was simple, in front of a black sheet with nothing else shown but the mask.
“The first show of IPW and I have a chance to make an impact, not that I wouldn’t anyways regardless of who they put me against, and it’s glorious. For a long time I’ve seen men of his ilk run rampant throughout the world. More concerned with the bottom line, more concerned with the dollars in their pocket and more concerned with themselves than those around them.
It’s no surprise that I hate my opponent coming up on the first ever Adrenaline. And, without a shadow of a doubt, he will need every single bit of adrenaline to survive me on April 17th over in Ireland.”
A chuckle is heard coming through now.
“My homeland of Ireland. Where the family is from. The crest and everything else, but Northern Ireland. Not a place like Dublin. The place where Cross Recoba will be laid to rest after I’m finished with him on the 17th.
I’d say it’s not personal, Cross, but it is. I’ve seen you for years. I’ve seen you take advantage of people, take every single shortcut imaginable to amass your wealth and then open up your little promotion in Las Vegas.
Where I might also reside. Where I might also compete at. Or am I actually there? This name, Reckless Jack, is so involved with Brad Kane that most of you probably think it’s him under this mask. You think it’s the guy who came back from the dead under this mask.
And you can keep thinking about it because it doesn’t honestly matter. Maybe Reckless Jack is Legion and there are many of us because people like Cross Recoba doesn’t quite get what Reckless Jack is. It’s more than a person. More than a moniker.”
RJ pauses for a hot second.
“The name Reckless Jack means violence. It means destruction. Not caring about your own well being for the sake of maiming who is in front of you. This name brings about thoughts of death matches and light tubes and tacks and barbed wire. A lot of people claim to be violent or to represent violence.
Reckless Jack is violence.
Cross has always been known for taking the easy way out of the ring and in the ring. No shortcut is too short for him to take, and he’s made a fortune from it. He wants to be on the marquee. He wants to own hotels and people and companies and line his pockets with a few dollars more.
What good is all that money, all that fame and all that accompanies it when you can’t breathe anymore?”
Jack takes a moment to let the question sink in.
“You can’t take any of this with you, Cross. You want to be buried amongst all the dollars in your bank vault? It won’t happen. You cannot take money with you. The only thing that’s left is legacy, Cross. The legacy you leave when you can’t wake up again is what’s left.
And what’s your legacy? A man who was known for be a con-man, a liar and cheat. Doesn’t seem like the right legacy to leave.
You already know my legacy is violence. It’s hitting someone in the face as hard as I can. It’s about making someone like you beg, plead and bleed.
I’ve never spent a single moment with you in my life and I can’t stand who you are. I cannot stand people who stab someone in the back over a percent in the stock market. People like to say that Reckless Jack is an evil man because I love to hurt people. I love to cause chaos.”
He lifts a finger up and points it at the screen.
“You are the evil, Cross Recoba. You are what I am here to destroy. You embody everything Reckless Jack is not. I want to hit you in the face so hard. I want to kick you in the ribs until they’re broken and you’re gasping for air. I want to drop you on your neck so badly that you’ll need a stretcher to leave the arena on the 17th.
It’s all so funny to me that you know about Reckless Jack, maybe more than most in IPW. So the two of us going head to head is just right, to me. You know what I’m capable of regardless of who is under this suit, under this mask. You think I can’t do anything without a death match while you sell out arenas?
People were chanting my name before you stepped foot in front of more than 50 people. I don’t need anything but my elbows and my legs to beat the absolute shit out of you, Cross. And I’ll prove it.”
And cut.