Post by Reaver on Jul 10, 2012 15:47:52 GMT -4
Epilogue:
To contemplate is to look at or view with continued attention; to observe or study carefully. To consider thoroughly; think fully or deeply about. To have as a purpose; intent, or to have a view in a future event. To contemplate Test For The Best, not to look back on failure; but to choose how to walk away when it was all said and done. The game goes on with or without me. There are no second chances for me, and I need to push forward. My moment had come and gone, I needed to earn another. A moment that would test me once more, MY moment.
No excuses.
I refuse, I REFUSE to be just another statistic. It's me vs me. Me vs the odds. I can't be brought down again and I refuse to give in. It will be the beginning all over again, it will be the end. How I choose to walk away from it all......i contemplate a suicidal return.
Knuckles: How can ya' live with yourself Ingram? How can ya' go on; knowin' that ya' didn't give it your all these past few weeks? What keeps you goin'? What motivates you? It doesn't matter anymore does it? The failure, the defeat, it does nothin' for you. For me? It makes me want it that much more. The desire to push back, the thrill of the action. The adrenaline of goin' the distance. This is why I do what I do. This is why people think i'm a jester, a joke. Why people take me lightly and fall. This is why I'm willin' to sacrifice life and limb to get to where I am. This is why i'm so dangerous.
My back against the corner and no place left to go but forward. I have to push through you, a weekend warrior, a fraud. You are the national guard to my marines, my seal team 6. You are nothin' more than a piece of clay beggin' to be molded, to be built up. I too have been broken down on many occasions and I thrive at the opportunity to build myself back up over and over. When the same old shit doesn't work, it needs to remolded and reforged. Consider this my reforging Ingram. Consider this the day you are fully broken down and remade in the image you belong.
The scene opens as Knuckles is found in his apartment just staring at the wall. No expression on his face, and glaring at a knife. Not some ordinary kitchen knife found at the local dollar store for more than a dollar. (I fucking hate that those cheap bastards. 99 cents my ass, ITS A DOLLAR 6!) In Knuckles hands was a hunting knife. Something similarly found on the Crocodile Dundee movies. You know? The scene where he pulls it out and says, THAT'S not a knife, THIS is a knife......
He fiddles with it and spins it round. He admires it's power and simplicity. He glares at it as if he's drawn to it, as if it's hypnotizing him in some sort of way. Mesmerized by it's design, it's perfections, it's flaws. It reminds him of himself, and at this very moment; Knuckles contemplates suicide. SUDDENLY, there's a knock on the door. Knuckles just ignores it. The knocks continue but again, they are ignored. Finally, the door swings open and Shaun walks in to find Knuckles sitting there just glaring at the knife.
Shaun: So uh.....hey! Hows it going?
Knuckles ignores him.
Shaun: Um, so what you wanna' do today?
Knuckles remains silent.
Shaun: Come on John, you drew Sally Talfourd. You can't be disappointed in the outcome. It was going to happen eventually. She didn't win either.
Knuckles twirls the knife in his hands. He spins it in his finger tips and finally runs his finger along the blade just staring at it, his head tilted and following the flow.
Shaun: OK, now you're starting to creep me out. Put that knife down John.
Knuckles couldn't help but focus on the blade of the knife.
Knuckles: Beautiful isn't it? The contour of this knife, the shape of the blade, the rough and rugged finish. This knife was made with skill and dedication. It wasn't forged in some factory like everything else is, but hand crafted and made specifically for one purpose. It's job it to eviscerate anythin' it comes into contact with. Simple in design and powerful in nature, it was made to kill. This knife represent you Calvin. It represents the time spent honing it's seamless perfect imperfections. Somewhere along the way though, it became rough around the edges and dull. At one point or another, it was sharp and had a point. Just like you, IT DOESN'T ANYMORE! It's no longer worthy of bein' called a killin' machine cuz' it's outdated and bland.
Me, on the other hand, am this same knife. I wasn't manufactured by anybody, I wasn't the product of a country or corporate mechanism. I am who I am. While we both lost at Test For The Best, you lost to a second tier champion while I lost BIG to a headliner. Do I feel ashamed? No. I do what I do every night and that's lay it on the line with no regrets and no excuses. Sally had me beat fair while Callahan made you his bitch. Do ya' not understand why yet Calvin? It has nothin' to do with skill or conveyance. It has everythin' to do with focus. You have none. He saddled you up like a bull and rode your ass outta' Test for The Best laughing all the way. Is that how ya' wanna' be remembered? Me? I love it when Sally rides me. (HA hey Sally) And she did it well. Yippie Ki-Yay BABY WOOOO!!!!
Though we may be the same, we are different Ingram. You remain dull and rusty while I continue to be relevant and sharp. Not my skills, my focus. You lost cuz' you had no clue on how to handle the situation. Callahan exploited you in a division in which HE is the champion. The truth is Calvin, ya' need to be broken down and reforged to handle the likes of the division. If you're gonna' be sharp and solid in focus, than you need the proper break down. That's where I come in kid. I'm here to break your ass down so bad that you'll have no choice but to reforge yourself the right way. Scotland Can't help you, that pretty skirt ya' have at home can't protect you, and the world will just be there to laugh as you fail. All ya' got left Calvin.........is me.
Shaun: You seem a little over-dramatic. You feeling ok?
Knuckles: Ya', why?
Shaun: Because it looked like to me; that you were going to cut yourself.
Knuckles: That's cuz' I was contemplating suicide Shaun.
Shaun just drops his jaw and stares at him. He can't believe what he had just heard from Knuckles mouth. He usually says some outlandish shit but suicide?
Shaun: How can you say that? It was just one loss.
Knuckles: Huh?
Shaun: Why would you commit suicide?
Knuckles: I wouldn't......
Shaun just looks at him confused.
Knuckles: Why would I commit suicide Shaun?
Shaun: You tell me? You're the one sitting there with a knife in hand thinking about it.
Knuckles: Oh this? I do this once or twice a month.
Shaun's head tilts in confusion as Knuckles goes to sit down on the couch. He throws the knife against the wall as it sticks next to the entrance to the bathroom.
Shaun: OK, now i'm really confused.
Knuckles: Contemplatin' suicide and actually doin' it are two different things ass hat.
Shaun: So why all the drama then?
Knuckles: You're the jackass startin' drama. I was just sittin' there mindin' my own business.
Shaun: But why?
Knuckles: It helps me stay focused Shaun. I can't explain why, but contemplatin' suicide helps put things into perspective. It helps me reboot so to speak. Imagine a hard drive overloaded with senseless cluster and bullshit. Eventually it needs to be cleaned and rebooted. That's all I was doin'.
Shaun: You must do this a lot then. HA.....
Knuckles stands up, takes the knife out of the wall and throws it at Shaun's foot. The knife spins around and sticks up out of his shoe. Shaun starts to freak out that a hunting knife is now lodged in the tip of his foot and out of his shoe.
Shaun: WHAT THE HELL!!
Knuckles: That was for walkin' in with out an invitation again. The next time, it'll be a cattle prod.
Shaun hops around like Ace Ventura screaming about how it's in the bone. Knuckles finally bends over and grabs the knife out of his foot and starts to laugh. Shaun is seen with tears running down his face as the scene fades.
Knuckles: Goin' off the deep end about losin' to Sally is just a complete waste of my time just as it would be to complain about Callahan. Truth be told, the job was done when TRI or “TRY” was dismantled. Just like a snake though, it's not officially dead until the head is decapitated. My first opportunity to do so, I'm gonna' take it. As for you though Ingram? I see this as not only an opportunity to redeem myself and rectify the mistakes I made at losin' to Sally, but the chance to take new blood and mold him into the eventual champion he is meant to be. How do I do that? By breakin' you down as violently and bloody as I can. It's what I do, imagine that?
I don't need to sell myself to the likes of you Calvin. My reputation in APW is well known and i'm sure that idiots with even a fraction of intelligence would figure it out rather quickly. True, I AM the punchin' bag of Asylum. True, I am the Mr. 3000 of loses but I could care less of how many loses are on my record. For me, it's all about that one big moment where people can look at me and say that I deserved it. You lost to all of “TRY” cuz' you lack focus. You're more concerned with the skirt ya' got at home rather than the skirt your wearin'. HA get it? Your Scottish! Or maybe you're BLOODY WELSH!! Who knows. All I know is that you claim to be a warrior but refuse to put out a warriors effort. I ALREADY DID A WILLIAM WALLACE THING AGAINST ATKEN YOU EUROPEAN PONCE!
Ya' shouldn't concern yourself with who I am but more of WHAT I am. I am the terror that FLAPS in the night, I am the wall that puts “warriors” like you in their place. Yes, there are times where even I can crumble but i'm built back up. You just continue to fall and eventually “TRY” to go around me. I have no excuses in me Calvin. Win or lose, the truth will hurt you more than I ever could. In order for your success in APW, in Asylum, you will need to be broken down. My job at this point is to break you to the point of no return so that you can begin to build yourself up once more. I see a TapOut Championship in the horizon for you eventually Ingram, but in the meantime, man up and accept the violent break down of your character. The sooner you accept this, the easier the transition to success will be.
To contemplate is to look at or view with continued attention; to observe or study carefully. To consider thoroughly; think fully or deeply about. To have as a purpose; intent, or to have a view in a future event. To contemplate Test For The Best, not to look back on failure; but to choose how to walk away when it was all said and done. The game goes on with or without me. There are no second chances for me, and I need to push forward. My moment had come and gone, I needed to earn another. A moment that would test me once more, MY moment.
No excuses.
I refuse, I REFUSE to be just another statistic. It's me vs me. Me vs the odds. I can't be brought down again and I refuse to give in. It will be the beginning all over again, it will be the end. How I choose to walk away from it all......i contemplate a suicidal return.
Knuckles: How can ya' live with yourself Ingram? How can ya' go on; knowin' that ya' didn't give it your all these past few weeks? What keeps you goin'? What motivates you? It doesn't matter anymore does it? The failure, the defeat, it does nothin' for you. For me? It makes me want it that much more. The desire to push back, the thrill of the action. The adrenaline of goin' the distance. This is why I do what I do. This is why people think i'm a jester, a joke. Why people take me lightly and fall. This is why I'm willin' to sacrifice life and limb to get to where I am. This is why i'm so dangerous.
My back against the corner and no place left to go but forward. I have to push through you, a weekend warrior, a fraud. You are the national guard to my marines, my seal team 6. You are nothin' more than a piece of clay beggin' to be molded, to be built up. I too have been broken down on many occasions and I thrive at the opportunity to build myself back up over and over. When the same old shit doesn't work, it needs to remolded and reforged. Consider this my reforging Ingram. Consider this the day you are fully broken down and remade in the image you belong.
The scene opens as Knuckles is found in his apartment just staring at the wall. No expression on his face, and glaring at a knife. Not some ordinary kitchen knife found at the local dollar store for more than a dollar. (I fucking hate that those cheap bastards. 99 cents my ass, ITS A DOLLAR 6!) In Knuckles hands was a hunting knife. Something similarly found on the Crocodile Dundee movies. You know? The scene where he pulls it out and says, THAT'S not a knife, THIS is a knife......
He fiddles with it and spins it round. He admires it's power and simplicity. He glares at it as if he's drawn to it, as if it's hypnotizing him in some sort of way. Mesmerized by it's design, it's perfections, it's flaws. It reminds him of himself, and at this very moment; Knuckles contemplates suicide. SUDDENLY, there's a knock on the door. Knuckles just ignores it. The knocks continue but again, they are ignored. Finally, the door swings open and Shaun walks in to find Knuckles sitting there just glaring at the knife.
Shaun: So uh.....hey! Hows it going?
Knuckles ignores him.
Shaun: Um, so what you wanna' do today?
Knuckles remains silent.
Shaun: Come on John, you drew Sally Talfourd. You can't be disappointed in the outcome. It was going to happen eventually. She didn't win either.
Knuckles twirls the knife in his hands. He spins it in his finger tips and finally runs his finger along the blade just staring at it, his head tilted and following the flow.
Shaun: OK, now you're starting to creep me out. Put that knife down John.
Knuckles couldn't help but focus on the blade of the knife.
Knuckles: Beautiful isn't it? The contour of this knife, the shape of the blade, the rough and rugged finish. This knife was made with skill and dedication. It wasn't forged in some factory like everything else is, but hand crafted and made specifically for one purpose. It's job it to eviscerate anythin' it comes into contact with. Simple in design and powerful in nature, it was made to kill. This knife represent you Calvin. It represents the time spent honing it's seamless perfect imperfections. Somewhere along the way though, it became rough around the edges and dull. At one point or another, it was sharp and had a point. Just like you, IT DOESN'T ANYMORE! It's no longer worthy of bein' called a killin' machine cuz' it's outdated and bland.
Me, on the other hand, am this same knife. I wasn't manufactured by anybody, I wasn't the product of a country or corporate mechanism. I am who I am. While we both lost at Test For The Best, you lost to a second tier champion while I lost BIG to a headliner. Do I feel ashamed? No. I do what I do every night and that's lay it on the line with no regrets and no excuses. Sally had me beat fair while Callahan made you his bitch. Do ya' not understand why yet Calvin? It has nothin' to do with skill or conveyance. It has everythin' to do with focus. You have none. He saddled you up like a bull and rode your ass outta' Test for The Best laughing all the way. Is that how ya' wanna' be remembered? Me? I love it when Sally rides me. (HA hey Sally) And she did it well. Yippie Ki-Yay BABY WOOOO!!!!
Though we may be the same, we are different Ingram. You remain dull and rusty while I continue to be relevant and sharp. Not my skills, my focus. You lost cuz' you had no clue on how to handle the situation. Callahan exploited you in a division in which HE is the champion. The truth is Calvin, ya' need to be broken down and reforged to handle the likes of the division. If you're gonna' be sharp and solid in focus, than you need the proper break down. That's where I come in kid. I'm here to break your ass down so bad that you'll have no choice but to reforge yourself the right way. Scotland Can't help you, that pretty skirt ya' have at home can't protect you, and the world will just be there to laugh as you fail. All ya' got left Calvin.........is me.
Shaun: You seem a little over-dramatic. You feeling ok?
Knuckles: Ya', why?
Shaun: Because it looked like to me; that you were going to cut yourself.
Knuckles: That's cuz' I was contemplating suicide Shaun.
Shaun just drops his jaw and stares at him. He can't believe what he had just heard from Knuckles mouth. He usually says some outlandish shit but suicide?
Shaun: How can you say that? It was just one loss.
Knuckles: Huh?
Shaun: Why would you commit suicide?
Knuckles: I wouldn't......
Shaun just looks at him confused.
Knuckles: Why would I commit suicide Shaun?
Shaun: You tell me? You're the one sitting there with a knife in hand thinking about it.
Knuckles: Oh this? I do this once or twice a month.
Shaun's head tilts in confusion as Knuckles goes to sit down on the couch. He throws the knife against the wall as it sticks next to the entrance to the bathroom.
Shaun: OK, now i'm really confused.
Knuckles: Contemplatin' suicide and actually doin' it are two different things ass hat.
Shaun: So why all the drama then?
Knuckles: You're the jackass startin' drama. I was just sittin' there mindin' my own business.
Shaun: But why?
Knuckles: It helps me stay focused Shaun. I can't explain why, but contemplatin' suicide helps put things into perspective. It helps me reboot so to speak. Imagine a hard drive overloaded with senseless cluster and bullshit. Eventually it needs to be cleaned and rebooted. That's all I was doin'.
Shaun: You must do this a lot then. HA.....
Knuckles stands up, takes the knife out of the wall and throws it at Shaun's foot. The knife spins around and sticks up out of his shoe. Shaun starts to freak out that a hunting knife is now lodged in the tip of his foot and out of his shoe.
Shaun: WHAT THE HELL!!
Knuckles: That was for walkin' in with out an invitation again. The next time, it'll be a cattle prod.
Shaun hops around like Ace Ventura screaming about how it's in the bone. Knuckles finally bends over and grabs the knife out of his foot and starts to laugh. Shaun is seen with tears running down his face as the scene fades.
Knuckles: Goin' off the deep end about losin' to Sally is just a complete waste of my time just as it would be to complain about Callahan. Truth be told, the job was done when TRI or “TRY” was dismantled. Just like a snake though, it's not officially dead until the head is decapitated. My first opportunity to do so, I'm gonna' take it. As for you though Ingram? I see this as not only an opportunity to redeem myself and rectify the mistakes I made at losin' to Sally, but the chance to take new blood and mold him into the eventual champion he is meant to be. How do I do that? By breakin' you down as violently and bloody as I can. It's what I do, imagine that?
I don't need to sell myself to the likes of you Calvin. My reputation in APW is well known and i'm sure that idiots with even a fraction of intelligence would figure it out rather quickly. True, I AM the punchin' bag of Asylum. True, I am the Mr. 3000 of loses but I could care less of how many loses are on my record. For me, it's all about that one big moment where people can look at me and say that I deserved it. You lost to all of “TRY” cuz' you lack focus. You're more concerned with the skirt ya' got at home rather than the skirt your wearin'. HA get it? Your Scottish! Or maybe you're BLOODY WELSH!! Who knows. All I know is that you claim to be a warrior but refuse to put out a warriors effort. I ALREADY DID A WILLIAM WALLACE THING AGAINST ATKEN YOU EUROPEAN PONCE!
Ya' shouldn't concern yourself with who I am but more of WHAT I am. I am the terror that FLAPS in the night, I am the wall that puts “warriors” like you in their place. Yes, there are times where even I can crumble but i'm built back up. You just continue to fall and eventually “TRY” to go around me. I have no excuses in me Calvin. Win or lose, the truth will hurt you more than I ever could. In order for your success in APW, in Asylum, you will need to be broken down. My job at this point is to break you to the point of no return so that you can begin to build yourself up once more. I see a TapOut Championship in the horizon for you eventually Ingram, but in the meantime, man up and accept the violent break down of your character. The sooner you accept this, the easier the transition to success will be.
