Post by Reaver on Jun 7, 2015 16:44:26 GMT -4
Knuckles: …….is that a fact? Requested?
Mumble mumble…
Knuckles: I’ll be there Reb-ster….
*click*
Reaver: HA! You called him Webster! He never looked short and black to me but hey…
Knuckles: I said REB-STER you troll. Besides, there’s news. Turns out that good ole’ Johnny Rebel has decided to do a reunion show for APW. And take a wild guess who requested a spot against us?
Reaver: VIN DIESEL! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I HOPE IT’S HIM!!
*shakes his head*
Knuckles: Why do I even bother? NO! I’ll give you a hint, if he were to punch you in the face; you’d have to fight the urge to thank him….
Reaver: Um….nope doesn’t ring a bell..
Knuckles: He never says anything tastes like chicken…not even chicken?
Reaver: Nothing sorry….
Knuckles: He knows how to speak German…..in French?
Reaver: Adolph Hitler?
Knuckles: NO! For Christ sakes, Superman has pajamas with HIS logo on them!
Reaver: Are you referring to the most un-interesting man in the world Jason Kash?
Knuckles: Kash, Cashe….but ya; whatever he feels like calling himself these days. It’s not like anybody ever really cares about somebody changing their name or gimmick…..*hint hint wink wink*
The camera zooms out to find Knuckles outside some construction of a building. People walk by staring at him confused for talking to himself as they pick up the pace. After his retirement from APW as the last and current Suicidal Champion, Knuckles decided it was time to continue the tradition of the business.
Reaver: Ok so explain this to me again how this is going to work?
Knuckles: Well it’s been a life-long dream of mine to own a type of café. You know me and my sweets….
Reaver: You fat bastard.
Knuckles: So I decided to open up a small bakery type deal, all the classic Italian pastries and such. But since we both know I’ll NEVER give up the business; it’s time I get the next generation up to par. So while my bakery is up and running, it’ll be funding my underground fight club –style wrestling gym. Nothing special; just grit, sweat, and determination.
Reaver: Not to mention the smell; GROSS!!
Knuckles: You’re not seeing the bigger picture. Imagine if you will. Young, indy talent looking to get a big break. Come to train and learn first-hand how hardcore and cut-throat this business really is. People love to see great wrestling, but they also love the violence. I can teach them both. If there’s to be a legacy of my own, we have to create a future for there to BE a business.
Knuckles has always been business minded. I guess it comes from the street smarts he obtained in his youth. In order for progress to occur, he knew that more must be taught. His “legacy” as he likes to think must be passed on. Though not great, there’s always the potential to grow. Even the cult-like following that has found him looking for guidance. It took a while for Knuckles to figure out but he eventually came to the conclusion to open his own gym.
He walks inside as workers continue putting together shelving and electrical work. He makes his way downstairs to the basement where most of the gym he has inside is just about finished. The obvious ring in the middle is showcase to the rest of the room. On the far side is a Ninja Warrior type of obstacle course, nothing large but enough for a work out. To the left are some free weights, mirrors and mats. In the front are some MMA style punching bags and body dummies to work on. The beams holding up the basement are covered with body bags for hard use. It looks real grungy and dirty while looking new at the same time. To the right is a door leading outside to a nearby alley a block over. He looks over at the camera guy.
Knuckles: I guess this is where I’m supposed to shoot on Jason. Time to clear off the cob webs and look for something to say….
Reaver: …AND….the moment is gone! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!
Knuckles: See!? This is why we can never have nice things? Anyways…
HERE WE ARE JASON!!
One more time for the road I guess right? You just couldn’t leave things be could you? You had to fill your ego just ONE more time. How selfish of you. I love ya kid I really do. You really have become a brother to me over the years but this shit seriously has to stop. Your ego has made you crazier than Reaver is.
Reaver: HEHEHAHAHA!!! That’s saying a lot!
Knuckles: This whole time APW has been closed, you’ve moved on to what? Organization after organization looking for “the next fix?” The next reign as a champion someplace else? Sure you deserve it, of course you’ve earned it, but is it really necessary? What hole are you trying to fill? REAVER SHUT UP!!
Reaver: AWW you cut me off….HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!
Knuckles: I will love you like a brother no matter what Jason but I truly believe you to be the real addict here. A hypocritical addict to your own ego as it may very well be. You love to see yourself in the limelight. You love to hear your name being chanted, and who wouldn’t? it feels good doesn’t it? The rush is indescribable. Those feelings of adrenaline coursing through your veins, the blood flowing as the people BEG for more…..then emptiness.
See, while you’ve been clinging and clutching to what’s left of your legacy, I been trying to pass mine on. I had person after person come to me asking for help. Asking for guidance so that someday they might get to where we have already gone and came back from. At first I really didn’t wanna’ do it because I didn’t think my career was one worth following. I had to seriously take a look back at everything that I’ve done, what we’ve accomplished, and I realized that it’s worth passing along to the next generation. The next group of Jason Kash’s and Johnny Knuckles’ and future Level One’s and Sally Talfourd’s. It’s not only our responsibility Jason, it’s our job….our career.
Take a look back at what we’ve built. It was US that made every organization we were ever in a success. There were others surely but any match we were in was worth the price of admission alone! The rest was just extra. President Jeff knew that years ago and that was why we were welcomed open arms to APW. To join the greatest group of misfits and outcasts, take center stage and do what we do best, bring in the money. So many high end stars looked at us and were amazed how well we did and we pushed the boundaries which made others push and rise to power themselves. It was US that helped shape the future and nothing can take that away from us.
And now here we are, at it just one more time. And YOU requested it. YOU begged for it. Why? For your own selfish gains. You figured an easy target but while your focus is on this, that, and the other. Organization after organization, I’m fully rested. No pain, no injury…..just me. Sure you can argue how I’ve never been able to beat you but you have NEVER put me down and that eats at you doesn’t it? It eats at you knowing that I keep getting back up, loss after loss, broken bone after bloody body part. Crimson masks all around. HA!!
You requested this match for your own selfish ego and it will cost you heavily in the end Jason. Whether you win or lose, you know damn well you have nothing to gain all for one shear fact, you can’t finish the job and that thought haunts your mind over and over again. It eats at you like a vulture in the desert and you can’t breathe without me. The fact that even IF you pin me, I WILL get back up and continue with the rest of my life. While you’ll go back and defend your 4CW Heavyweight Championship, or chase after my old tag team partner Paul Blair, or try to establish a new faction that couldn’t come close to being as good as we were, or continue to focus on everything BUT me, I’ll be training the next group of wrestling talent knowing that you NEVER could get the job done.
Your focus is too spread out and you’re too busy going to drive thru’s complaining about their service while I’m fully rested with one goal in mind. BEAT JASON CASHE! Remember our conversation Jason? You can beat me 99 times out of 100 but that one single time? It’s all I’ll need to really have you beat. You’d be crushed, devastated, you may even try to commit suicide. Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen. Cuz’ we are brothers and I love you. Who else could say that about each other? Frenemies right? I wouldn’t really say that. If you look back we already defined what we are.
Family.
Think about it Jason, families fight, they argue, they say some mean things, they hit each other with blunt objects (ha get it?) but they always have each other’s back. I never turned on you. It was just my turn to get you back for what you did to me. You now have to suffer having known that you lost to Stefan Raab HA HA!! Now we're in a cage, something you have almost ZERO chance of winning. Is this your way of tempting me? My win/loss ratio has always been better inside a cage. Your ego once again trying to get in the way. You have always been so full of yourself that what will really happen IF I beat you? Will you make the excuse of blaming the hell in a cell match? How badly you do in them? Or is this just so that you can say that you beat me at my best in my own world? So many questions and so very few answers.
All that really matters Jason is that we find ourselves at the cusp of greatness just one last time. You have given me so much and I you. We gave each other a reason to keep fighting. You gave me purpose, a goal to fight to obtain while I gave you tactical knowledge to deal with unpredictability. You right now are more prepared for anybody in any situation than you were 15 years ago a million times over; all because of me. I am the reason you hunt and you are the reason I fight. It was all a match made in heaven and it was all meant to be.
So I suppose this match was destiny. Fate as one would have it. One more match with the greatest opponent I have ever fought. And it will certainly be worth the price of admission on its own. Just know and understand that I don’t hate you, I don’t resent you. I thank you. I thank you for everything you’ve given me. Something worth fighting for. And I hope that maybe you feel the same, even AFTER I get my hand raised just this one time. We will both step into this hell in a cell and redefine what this match really is.
Our own special way of saying goodbye….
Knuckles looks around and finds himself in the office where Reaver has seemingly been playing with an age generator while Knuckles was “talking to Kash”. Knuckles shakes his head and just laughs.
Knuckles: YA! That’s about right HA HA!!
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHAHA SEE! That’s him 100% just ten years from now BET ME!!. The man who’s signature won a Pulitzer prize….
Knuckles: The man who vicariously lives through himself….
Reaver: The man who’s ten gallon hat holds twenty gallons….
Knuckles: The man who IS allowed to talk about fight club…
Mumble mumble…
Knuckles: I’ll be there Reb-ster….
*click*
Reaver: HA! You called him Webster! He never looked short and black to me but hey…
Knuckles: I said REB-STER you troll. Besides, there’s news. Turns out that good ole’ Johnny Rebel has decided to do a reunion show for APW. And take a wild guess who requested a spot against us?
Reaver: VIN DIESEL! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I HOPE IT’S HIM!!
*shakes his head*
Knuckles: Why do I even bother? NO! I’ll give you a hint, if he were to punch you in the face; you’d have to fight the urge to thank him….
Reaver: Um….nope doesn’t ring a bell..
Knuckles: He never says anything tastes like chicken…not even chicken?
Reaver: Nothing sorry….
Knuckles: He knows how to speak German…..in French?
Reaver: Adolph Hitler?
Knuckles: NO! For Christ sakes, Superman has pajamas with HIS logo on them!
Reaver: Are you referring to the most un-interesting man in the world Jason Kash?
Knuckles: Kash, Cashe….but ya; whatever he feels like calling himself these days. It’s not like anybody ever really cares about somebody changing their name or gimmick…..*hint hint wink wink*
The camera zooms out to find Knuckles outside some construction of a building. People walk by staring at him confused for talking to himself as they pick up the pace. After his retirement from APW as the last and current Suicidal Champion, Knuckles decided it was time to continue the tradition of the business.
Reaver: Ok so explain this to me again how this is going to work?
Knuckles: Well it’s been a life-long dream of mine to own a type of café. You know me and my sweets….
Reaver: You fat bastard.
Knuckles: So I decided to open up a small bakery type deal, all the classic Italian pastries and such. But since we both know I’ll NEVER give up the business; it’s time I get the next generation up to par. So while my bakery is up and running, it’ll be funding my underground fight club –style wrestling gym. Nothing special; just grit, sweat, and determination.
Reaver: Not to mention the smell; GROSS!!
Knuckles: You’re not seeing the bigger picture. Imagine if you will. Young, indy talent looking to get a big break. Come to train and learn first-hand how hardcore and cut-throat this business really is. People love to see great wrestling, but they also love the violence. I can teach them both. If there’s to be a legacy of my own, we have to create a future for there to BE a business.
Knuckles has always been business minded. I guess it comes from the street smarts he obtained in his youth. In order for progress to occur, he knew that more must be taught. His “legacy” as he likes to think must be passed on. Though not great, there’s always the potential to grow. Even the cult-like following that has found him looking for guidance. It took a while for Knuckles to figure out but he eventually came to the conclusion to open his own gym.
He walks inside as workers continue putting together shelving and electrical work. He makes his way downstairs to the basement where most of the gym he has inside is just about finished. The obvious ring in the middle is showcase to the rest of the room. On the far side is a Ninja Warrior type of obstacle course, nothing large but enough for a work out. To the left are some free weights, mirrors and mats. In the front are some MMA style punching bags and body dummies to work on. The beams holding up the basement are covered with body bags for hard use. It looks real grungy and dirty while looking new at the same time. To the right is a door leading outside to a nearby alley a block over. He looks over at the camera guy.
Knuckles: I guess this is where I’m supposed to shoot on Jason. Time to clear off the cob webs and look for something to say….
Reaver: …AND….the moment is gone! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!
Knuckles: See!? This is why we can never have nice things? Anyways…
HERE WE ARE JASON!!
One more time for the road I guess right? You just couldn’t leave things be could you? You had to fill your ego just ONE more time. How selfish of you. I love ya kid I really do. You really have become a brother to me over the years but this shit seriously has to stop. Your ego has made you crazier than Reaver is.
Reaver: HEHEHAHAHA!!! That’s saying a lot!
Knuckles: This whole time APW has been closed, you’ve moved on to what? Organization after organization looking for “the next fix?” The next reign as a champion someplace else? Sure you deserve it, of course you’ve earned it, but is it really necessary? What hole are you trying to fill? REAVER SHUT UP!!
Reaver: AWW you cut me off….HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!
Knuckles: I will love you like a brother no matter what Jason but I truly believe you to be the real addict here. A hypocritical addict to your own ego as it may very well be. You love to see yourself in the limelight. You love to hear your name being chanted, and who wouldn’t? it feels good doesn’t it? The rush is indescribable. Those feelings of adrenaline coursing through your veins, the blood flowing as the people BEG for more…..then emptiness.
See, while you’ve been clinging and clutching to what’s left of your legacy, I been trying to pass mine on. I had person after person come to me asking for help. Asking for guidance so that someday they might get to where we have already gone and came back from. At first I really didn’t wanna’ do it because I didn’t think my career was one worth following. I had to seriously take a look back at everything that I’ve done, what we’ve accomplished, and I realized that it’s worth passing along to the next generation. The next group of Jason Kash’s and Johnny Knuckles’ and future Level One’s and Sally Talfourd’s. It’s not only our responsibility Jason, it’s our job….our career.
Take a look back at what we’ve built. It was US that made every organization we were ever in a success. There were others surely but any match we were in was worth the price of admission alone! The rest was just extra. President Jeff knew that years ago and that was why we were welcomed open arms to APW. To join the greatest group of misfits and outcasts, take center stage and do what we do best, bring in the money. So many high end stars looked at us and were amazed how well we did and we pushed the boundaries which made others push and rise to power themselves. It was US that helped shape the future and nothing can take that away from us.
And now here we are, at it just one more time. And YOU requested it. YOU begged for it. Why? For your own selfish gains. You figured an easy target but while your focus is on this, that, and the other. Organization after organization, I’m fully rested. No pain, no injury…..just me. Sure you can argue how I’ve never been able to beat you but you have NEVER put me down and that eats at you doesn’t it? It eats at you knowing that I keep getting back up, loss after loss, broken bone after bloody body part. Crimson masks all around. HA!!
You requested this match for your own selfish ego and it will cost you heavily in the end Jason. Whether you win or lose, you know damn well you have nothing to gain all for one shear fact, you can’t finish the job and that thought haunts your mind over and over again. It eats at you like a vulture in the desert and you can’t breathe without me. The fact that even IF you pin me, I WILL get back up and continue with the rest of my life. While you’ll go back and defend your 4CW Heavyweight Championship, or chase after my old tag team partner Paul Blair, or try to establish a new faction that couldn’t come close to being as good as we were, or continue to focus on everything BUT me, I’ll be training the next group of wrestling talent knowing that you NEVER could get the job done.
Your focus is too spread out and you’re too busy going to drive thru’s complaining about their service while I’m fully rested with one goal in mind. BEAT JASON CASHE! Remember our conversation Jason? You can beat me 99 times out of 100 but that one single time? It’s all I’ll need to really have you beat. You’d be crushed, devastated, you may even try to commit suicide. Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen. Cuz’ we are brothers and I love you. Who else could say that about each other? Frenemies right? I wouldn’t really say that. If you look back we already defined what we are.
Family.
Think about it Jason, families fight, they argue, they say some mean things, they hit each other with blunt objects (ha get it?) but they always have each other’s back. I never turned on you. It was just my turn to get you back for what you did to me. You now have to suffer having known that you lost to Stefan Raab HA HA!! Now we're in a cage, something you have almost ZERO chance of winning. Is this your way of tempting me? My win/loss ratio has always been better inside a cage. Your ego once again trying to get in the way. You have always been so full of yourself that what will really happen IF I beat you? Will you make the excuse of blaming the hell in a cell match? How badly you do in them? Or is this just so that you can say that you beat me at my best in my own world? So many questions and so very few answers.
All that really matters Jason is that we find ourselves at the cusp of greatness just one last time. You have given me so much and I you. We gave each other a reason to keep fighting. You gave me purpose, a goal to fight to obtain while I gave you tactical knowledge to deal with unpredictability. You right now are more prepared for anybody in any situation than you were 15 years ago a million times over; all because of me. I am the reason you hunt and you are the reason I fight. It was all a match made in heaven and it was all meant to be.
So I suppose this match was destiny. Fate as one would have it. One more match with the greatest opponent I have ever fought. And it will certainly be worth the price of admission on its own. Just know and understand that I don’t hate you, I don’t resent you. I thank you. I thank you for everything you’ve given me. Something worth fighting for. And I hope that maybe you feel the same, even AFTER I get my hand raised just this one time. We will both step into this hell in a cell and redefine what this match really is.
Our own special way of saying goodbye….
Knuckles looks around and finds himself in the office where Reaver has seemingly been playing with an age generator while Knuckles was “talking to Kash”. Knuckles shakes his head and just laughs.
Knuckles: YA! That’s about right HA HA!!
Reaver: HEHEHEHAHAHA SEE! That’s him 100% just ten years from now BET ME!!. The man who’s signature won a Pulitzer prize….
Knuckles: The man who vicariously lives through himself….
Reaver: The man who’s ten gallon hat holds twenty gallons….
Knuckles: The man who IS allowed to talk about fight club…
*In Unison as the scene fades*
THE MOST UN-INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD!! JASON KASH!!
THE MOST UN-INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD!! JASON KASH!!
