It was just days after the WWA Birthday Bash and the Brawl itself; I had given it my all and achieved what I said I would. I stepped out with no titles but I had achieved my one promise. The promise that I would walk out under my own abilities having survived as long as I could; the fact of that matter was though that once again no-one had been able to keep me down without having to resort to actions outside of the jurisdiction of the ring.

Mr. Darkness has tried to keep me down but failed and ultimately he had to cheat; he avoided my clean victory by getting himself disqualified. He knew I am better than he is, he feared me so much that I saw himself left with only one option.

WWA Legend Tracer Bullet underestimated me and was left with two options, eliminate or be eliminated by me. So with all of the power he had left by this point in the match he delivered a cowardly low blow before laying into me with one of our very own arena chairs.

Not an act very befitting a multi time former WWA World Champion, wouldn’t you agree?

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Rachael: Hey, what’s for dinner tonight?

(Jack, sitting on his sofa, looks up from his book, a copy of Pride and Prejudice. His reading glasses make him look more intelligent than normal. The give him almost an air of sophistication.)

Jack: From that comment I assume that it is my turn to cook?
Rachael: Bingo!
Jack: In which case it will be Vegetable Lasagna. Just let me finish this chapter and then I’ll make at start on it; and that is a promise.
Rachael: You are terrible with promises though, like that time we were going to go visit my grandma and we never did.
Jack: Yes but in all fairness I did make up for that by converting the attic into a bedroom for us, so that she could move into our old room.
Rachael: Which reminds me.

(Rachael disappears off to the right and we hear her shuffling upstairs.)

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Fear is what consumed them both; they were both too afraid of me to even consider fighting me cleanly. Fear though is for the weak.

Was it not once said, “That Hell is what we make it to be”? And did a man wiser than I also once say that in Hell we are confronted by our biggest and greatest fears?

Well I have no fears, not anymore. There was once a time when I feared Death but now Death is but a distant memory to me. I have been to the edge of humanity, to the edge of life. Where I had stood none of you will want to visit, for outside the pearly white gates where we are judged that is when we see our fears. In an instant you see Death.

Death is what we, as humankind fear the most, what gives us sleepless nights and what a multi-million-film industry is built upon.

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Rachael: Erm… I hate to be a pain but mum doesn’t want Vegetable Lasagna.

(Jack, sitting on a stool by a breakfast bar looks up from his book, entitled “Vegetarian Cooking Made Easy!” The reading glasses are unable to hide his look of frustration.)

Jack: May I inquire as to what she wants then?
Rachael: She says she’d love a steak…
Jack: Have you told her I am vegetarian yet?
Rachael: Well… I tried but all she could say to it was: “Does he eat wafer thin ham?”

(Jack smacks his head against the counter.)

Jack: Ow! Oh before I forget, could you take that DVD box set of the Royale Family off of her?

(Rachael just flashes Jack a look.)

Rachael: So since I know you won’t cook her steak, which I understand fully by the way, I was thinking that maybe we could go out for a meal.
Jack: Cuban…
Rachael: Is that good or bad?
Jack: Good, its like another word for razor.
Rachael: Eh?
Jack: Lush?
Rachael: What?
Jack: Cool?
Rachael: Now that I understand, so how about I go and get my mother ready and then we go out?
Jack: I’ll warm the car up…

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People have asked me if stepping into the ring with Hell Itself frightens me. I wish I could tell that it did. I won’t argue that he is a talented competitor but he doesn’t frighten me. I have seen Hell itself, so the man whom refers to himself as Hell pales in comparison.

How many of his opponents have nearly died, that’s the question he needs to ask himself. How many of them have had an opportunity to confront that fear of Death; of Hell.

The only way to conquer your fears is to confront them, the only way to live is like you are about to die, and the only way to live like that is to have no fears. Man’s defining fear is that of Death and of Hell, I have confronted those fears. Time will show that I have conquered my fear of Hell, Itself.

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Waiter: Excuse me sir but are you ready to order your desert?

(Jack, seated next to his wife at a restaurant table, looks up from his desert menu, lowering it to just below his top lip.)

Jack: I’ll have the Devil’s chocolate cake please.