The transmission from the filmed area to the television begins in front of millions of sloth styled viewers, giving them the image of a room shrouded in darkness, all aside from single flickering flames that burns on three white, wax candles, which are each placed in a decorated glass and bronze candelabrum. This item sits just on the left hand side of a solid mahogany desk, in the space between the middle and the edge, for in the middle is a black book and a pen and, behind the desk, sits none other than the Off Duty Commissioner of the Darkside Wrestling Federation, a DWF and GTWF Hall of Famer, the once DWF Intercontinental and Undisputed Champion, as well as a three time GTWF Undisputed Champion and five time Intercontinental Champion. Yet despite his accomplishments and his victories over seemingly unstoppable legends of this sport, he is the man who is recognised as one of the most despised individuals to ever grace this sport, a man who has isolated himself from the rest due to his self held views of being no lower than royalty within not only this sport, but also the very planet of which we stand on. He is none other than the self proclaimed Worlds Superior, Jack E Breaker, and tonight, after just under two weeks of inactivity, he shall be addressing the entire DWF roster, and the people who are watching.
Jack doesn't look like a king or a god right now, as he sits in a black leather chair, dressed in jeans, a long sleeved dress shirt with the cuffs and the top two buttons left undone, leather gloves and boots that are hidden under the desk and out of shot, all coloured black and looking like they have been worn none stop for at least three or four days. His long, chestnut coloured hair hangs down his back and on his shoulders and the short, unkempt beard that has built up on his face can only compliment the look of psychological instability that comes with those deep blue eyes, as well as the dark circles beneath them, which have been caused by tiredness and fatigue. Jack also looks to have lost weight, yet despite the fact that he looks like he has physically and mentally degraded, he still wears that thin, silver chain around his neck with the sapphire gem that dangles against his covered pectorals, a symbol of better times and something that holds great sentimental value to him. Although he looks to be his usual calm and collected self, it is clear that Jack has hit rough times to say the least, his usual demeanour not being able to hide the hint of insanity that hides behind his eyes. Yet he leans forward a bit, clasps his hands together on the desk and he begins to speak as he usually would, his voice still being deep and raspy, delivering his words calmly as he begins to address the DWF world.
"I know, that there are people out there, who cannot appreciate the wisdom of my words. There are those who are unable to hear the message behind the words, to see through the lines and instead of digging deep, they instead go with their thoughtless, knee jerk reactions and just accuse me of being a mere critic, with nothing to offer but bitter words, words with intent to demean, belittle and crush the spirit of those who they are meant for. They do not understand my true intentions, to be the father, to be the drill sergeant, to be the harsh motivator who shows his teeth, yet only wants those on the receiving end to learn from them and become better at what they do., and become better people themselves.
I have always worked that way, from when I was champion, right up until my little discussion with WyldChylde. I have used my words not only to anger, but also to inspire, to encourage them to make their own careers special, by clearing out their division and avenging their losses, so that by the time they finally get to fight the evil villain with overbearing pride, they do so with a long list of impressive victories behind them, so that they step into the ring, knowing that they have defeated the very best and knowing, knowing that they can defeat me too. I only wanted to fight the greatest competitors within the Darkside Wrestling Federation and beyond, yet I wanted to fight them whilst they were at the top of their game, and their confidence was at an all time high, instead of fighting somebody with merely hollow words and an unearned ego. Although it might have appeared otherwise, to those who cannot recognise reason unless it is held squarely in front of you, I have always wanted to fuel the fire, just beneath the spirit of the warrior who aspires to reach for the heavens, not stamp it out.
I do try, yet there are times when I lose confidence in the impact of my words. After all, whilst there may be one or two who take them to heart from time to time and attempt to better themselves, there are also those who seem to be immune, whether it be because of skulls being too thick or souls being too stubborn. There are those out there, who are so content with what they do, that they instead react with hollow words, and pathetic excuses to justify their actions. Those who make their living by simply being there, smiling, mocking and taunting instead of fighting for their keep. They rely on the worship and adoration of the people in order to push themselves forward, and yet they despise people like myself, who never had the option to seduce and instead, had to climb to the top of the ladder without a single push, often having to use other combatant's heads as step ups in order to get there. I earned my way to the top with blood on my hands and a body that had been ravaged by war, whilst those, those who have done unspeakable acts of evil, are instead carried up and down to wherever they wish by the watching world, who can only love their charismatic heroes, and instead follow their lead by scorning the ever working, noble villain.
Yet, it doesn't matter what the people think, or what the idols say, the Darkside Wrestling Federation needs a villain. It is the heroes who need fuel their own egos and their fan's love of them, by taking on the one who is reviled by all. The people need someone to hate, with the sensationalistic media thriving on this, making public enemies out of those who have done little to deserve it. Yet the people, the people read the trash in the paper and they feel good about themselves, for at least they are on the side of good, at least they are against the enemy. It is no different here. You people love to hate individuals like myself. You people love to see the combatants you love, idolise and adore to crush the villains so that you can all feel good about your fucked up perception of justice being served, and it gives you all reason to worship your gods and goddesses even more. Yet this is why I am hated the most, for the DWF has sent a number of these champions to take me down, yet I have thwarted you all time and time again, by defeating them all single handedly. The villain conquered the Darkside Wrestling Federation because management and the fan's put the villain into hell with intention to destroy him, but instead, when he came out of the other end, he had turned into something damn near untouchable. Your champions have never been able to serve justice to this villain, and that is the source of your hatred.
I have fed on it. I used it to my advantage as I clawed my way to the top, yet truthfully, I regret playing that game and I do not know how long I can continue playing it, for that game consumed me, stripped away everything that I loved, and instead left me with something that I have no respect for, yet cannot pull myself away, for my roots have dug too deeply within it. There are times when I wish that I had refused to sign that CWF contract, and instead retired from the business altogether, because whilst I may not know the things that I do now, or taken on the opposition that I have done so over the last four or five years, but I was young, happier, recently married and very much in love. I wish that I had pulled myself away from this violent and cruel sport, and instead travelled the world with my beautiful soul mate, writing stories, creating art, making music, making love. Now though, it is too late, for I have lost my love, I no longer have passion or light within my bitter , damaged soul, instead, I am left with nothing but anger, knowledge, a career that means nothing and with absolutely nothing else to live for. So to anybody who is watching right now, who may be looking to get into the wrestling business, I only have one piece of advice for you.
Don't. Fill your heart with love and peace, not conflict and hatred, for if you take that path, it is hatred that will eventually consume you, and not even the millions that you earn, will bring you happiness or peace. I sit before you as a living example of this, do not make the same mistake that I had made all those years ago.
Moving on to a quick announcement. I will be at the next StrikeZone event, and will officially resume my duties as Commissioner of the Darkside Wrestling Federation. So to those who are watching this transmission, should I bump into you in the hallways of the arena, in the parking lot or should we even meet in the ring, I shall see you soon.”
Jack had remained utterly calm and composed as he had talked to the people about certain issues, some being surprisingly personal and others which may have opened him up further for ridicule and hatred, possibly even another tongue lashing or the complete loss of respect, although Jack believed and still believes that nobody had respected him ever since he had started the latter part of his career at the DWF. Yet Jack had felt the urge to tell them, to respond to his own critics and let them know just who and what they may be dealing with in the future, even if it causes the image that portrays Jack to be even more negative than it was before. Nevertheless, with the final message sent, the Worlds Superior, Jack E Breaker picks up the pen in his right hand, flips the book open and begins to continue on from the last paragraph as he resumes writing whatever he was writing just before the transmission went on air. What it says cannot be seen, it is impossible whether to tell if it is official business or a personal project, yet he seems to be quite far into it, whatever he is doing, and it is the visual of Jack continuing his work under candle light as the screen turns to black.
OOC: I get bored as hell writing these things after a while, so there might be errors and it may be far from a masterpiece, but I just can't be arsed with it.