Post by Reaver on Sept 19, 2012 16:08:30 GMT -4
Knuckles: The clock is ticking......
Whether or not I choose to walk away from it all; is a choice to made by me and me alone. At this point, I'm on borrowed time. My ribs hurt, my elbow hurts, my pride.....diminishing more and more with each passing day. Why do I do what I do? Why do I continue to put myself through the hell?
Hope.....
That last glimmer of hope that the underdog will prevail. That final spark of truth and realization that the guy nobody expects to win; finally achieves the impossible. That's who I am, that not what i've become; but more of what I was born to be. The chances of success have come few and far between and the few chances i've had......shattered into pieces. I make my own choice to continue in hopes that the hard work I put into this business will ultimately reward me with the spoils of war. That's what all this is, war. The struggle for supremacy; the everlasting fight for balance. My spot in this business means the world to me and i'll sacrifice everything I have to keep the little i've earned. How many people can honestly say that they've stood up for so little?
If or when I choose to walk away from this sport, it'll be on my terms and it'll be with the people i've left this business to; knowing that my spot meant something. It'll be left with the impression, the dent of how I ran things. Of how well I was perceived. Do I choose to let the past haunt me? The same past filled with failures and mistakes that have riddled me with fewer and fewer chances of success?
NO!
I use it as fuel to find ways to push forwards towards a new goal. The passion I have; the desire to leave my mark, this is MY WORLD and I refuse to go down without a fight. My world is filled with defeats that needed to be learned from. Defeats from men who never should have won but fought and earned it. I'm not bitter, just empathetic. I need to work harder and the only way to dig myself out of this hole is to come at this sport full swing. This is Asylum and Asylum is MY house.......
The scene opens up on a loading dock in a small town just outside of Quezon City in the Philippines. Cargo ships filled with crates being loaded and unloaded as merchants and sailors work together to haul it off into rickshaws for transport. I guess they don't quite have the automobile up and running as much as they'd like to huh?
Everything seems like business as usual until a HUGE EXPLOSION goes off nearby. Somehow, a crate fireworks were set off and were going ape shit all over the place. Some people managed to get away from the carnage while others watched on in amazement of the beautiful colors and scenic artwork and display of the fireworks. Meanwhile, three shadows managed to make their way onto one of the ships and start dumping over crate after crate. The workers turn around just in time to see the final crate dropped off the side. The three shadows throw off their ropes revealing it to be the Knuckles gang of Johnny, Mini and Maxi.
Knuckles: HA HA!! Damn you philipino pirates and your nasty ass tea. We saw fit to rid this territory of your tyranny by getting rid of your god-awful swill you call a beverage....REVOLUTION!!!
Dock manager: Anda idiot! Itu bukan teh Anda dibuang, mereka adalah pakaian dan makanan untuk keluarga kita. (google translator helps here: indonesia)
Knuckles: Uh.....what the hell did he just say?
Mini: …........
Knuckles: What do you mean those crates were filled with food and clothes? I thought you said this was where the tea was?
Mini: …...........
Knuckles: NO SHIT YOU FUCKED UP!!
Dock manager: Perahu dengan teh pada itu turun di sana!
Knuckles: Huh?
Mini: …...........
Knuckles: Over there? Where?
The dock manager points down the row of docks to the end where a bunch of other guys are unloading crates as well as whole plants. Personally, it seems a little too convenient.
Knuckles: Uh.......shit.
Maxi: *giggles*
Mini: ….....
Knuckles: Ya' you guys certainly have a point. We better hurry before things get a little jacked around here.
Before the Knuckles gang could walk away, the crew of the ship they were currently on get pissed and decide to chase them off. With pitchforks in hand, they chase the Knuckles gang off the boat. Knuckles shoves Mini out of the way and into the murky water below and bolts off while Maxi looks like a giant Frankenstein's monster being chased by the villagers. Certainly a site to behold. Knuckles manages to run onto the other ship and dump at least one crate off the ship before the crew of both ships chase them all away. Mini manages to climb up out of the water and somehow onto Maxi's shoulders like some sort of jungle ninja.
Knuckles: Cmon' guys, can't we talk this through?
Dock manager: Cepat! Menangkapnya dan kulit pantatnya hidup!
Mini: …....
Knuckles: Skin me alive?! Fuck that......
The Knuckles gang all manage to make their way through the small brush to escape as the rest of the dock crew continue to chase him and the scene fades.
Knuckles: Here we are after weeks of trying to heal and a fucked up loss to none other than Phil Atken. I'm proud of you Phil. You did what you had to do in order to earn the title shot you have before you. How does it feel to submit a wounded animal? My ribs and elbow are STILL killing me. This is your chance Phil. Finally, the chance you've been looking for, to become World Champion. I have taught you well, to strike while the iron is hot and take advantage where necessary was the smart move. You saw my wounds and made the killing blow when necessary. As much as I hate it when guys blow me, you did the right thing and to the victor go the spoils. I warn you now Phil and heed my warning. You had better win at One Night In Hell or else i'm gonna' find a bigger army of midgets and hunt your ass down far worse than I did before.
Moving on.....
How you doin' Julius? Congratulations on beating Jason Kash. I don't know what's worse, losing to Kash for the millionth time or watching nobodies like you and Anthony Bailey beating him by the skin of your dicks. I suppose it's not all that bad since you both are current champions while i'm a simple nobody; but this isn't play time. I came here to circumcise the situation and get back on the winning side of things. While you may of have a successful run thus far, a very prominent title defense against TJ, and an absolute trick play of luck against Kash, this is where it all ends.
I don't give a damn if “YOU'RE BLOODY WELSH!” or not, I don't discriminate against anybody looking for an ass whooping. I drink whiskey like a real man should and although you might compare me to the very likes of Kash, rest assure that this won't be the same outcome. Kash has been trying to bring back violence just like me but his mind was too set on his goals of being the second ever triple crown on Asylum. I thought that maybe i'd follow my old friend's footsteps and find my place in the Extreme Elimination Chamber match and a possible win over Sally at the end like he did last year but alas, those dreams were squashed faster than you can drop to your bloody knees.
I'm not a champion Jules. I've been here two years and have almost nothing to show for it. Know what that means? I'm that much hungrier for it. Look deep and you'll see the fury, the desire to leave my mark. As much as i'd LOVE to take that belt away from you, this is only non-title. Let's face facts Farquhar, i'm no submissions expert. I barely know how to take my own boots off with out a grunt here n' there. What I am is a bastion of heart. Atken was smart enough to submit me last week but you? No chance in hell. As injured as I am, I don't make the same mistake twice in a row. And even though you have the edge in that department, I refuse to go down like that. I don't know a whole lot of submissions but I sure as fuck can blast you in the face over and over with headbutts until you quit. I can just as easily choke you with my bare hands until the ref decides you can no longer continue.
I've trained for a long time to get to where I am. You didn't think I was just some brain dead monkey throwing wildly did you? Does the name on my locker room say Shane Borderland? I thought not. I take pride in knowing that I can just as easily throw guys like you off your game and finish it quick. I learned how to defend against submissions in case I get one slapped on. How to avoid them and what to look out for. I may not always be perfect, but it has a damn good success rate. This may be our first time meeting physically but i've been planning for you since the day you stepped foot into My house, my world.
You may have the advantage in brains Julius, but when it comes to survival instincts, you're ship sailed back when the milk on your mother's tits were running dry. I dare you though. Come at me like i'm some dumb ass guinea. Pretend for one second that i'm an absolute moron and that I won't have a defense for you. Watch what happens to you the very second you have your guard down and I promise you PERSONALLY that i'll donkey punch the living shit out of you. I did the one thing Kash didn't, I studied. Back when me and him first met, I was training MMA so I can defend retards like you who sit there and rag about your “skills”. I might not have the math scores on paper but you sure as hell can bet that i'm far from being a slouch and although your luck may have you on a streak, this week........the house wins.
Whether or not I choose to walk away from it all; is a choice to made by me and me alone. At this point, I'm on borrowed time. My ribs hurt, my elbow hurts, my pride.....diminishing more and more with each passing day. Why do I do what I do? Why do I continue to put myself through the hell?
Hope.....
That last glimmer of hope that the underdog will prevail. That final spark of truth and realization that the guy nobody expects to win; finally achieves the impossible. That's who I am, that not what i've become; but more of what I was born to be. The chances of success have come few and far between and the few chances i've had......shattered into pieces. I make my own choice to continue in hopes that the hard work I put into this business will ultimately reward me with the spoils of war. That's what all this is, war. The struggle for supremacy; the everlasting fight for balance. My spot in this business means the world to me and i'll sacrifice everything I have to keep the little i've earned. How many people can honestly say that they've stood up for so little?
If or when I choose to walk away from this sport, it'll be on my terms and it'll be with the people i've left this business to; knowing that my spot meant something. It'll be left with the impression, the dent of how I ran things. Of how well I was perceived. Do I choose to let the past haunt me? The same past filled with failures and mistakes that have riddled me with fewer and fewer chances of success?
NO!
I use it as fuel to find ways to push forwards towards a new goal. The passion I have; the desire to leave my mark, this is MY WORLD and I refuse to go down without a fight. My world is filled with defeats that needed to be learned from. Defeats from men who never should have won but fought and earned it. I'm not bitter, just empathetic. I need to work harder and the only way to dig myself out of this hole is to come at this sport full swing. This is Asylum and Asylum is MY house.......
The scene opens up on a loading dock in a small town just outside of Quezon City in the Philippines. Cargo ships filled with crates being loaded and unloaded as merchants and sailors work together to haul it off into rickshaws for transport. I guess they don't quite have the automobile up and running as much as they'd like to huh?
Everything seems like business as usual until a HUGE EXPLOSION goes off nearby. Somehow, a crate fireworks were set off and were going ape shit all over the place. Some people managed to get away from the carnage while others watched on in amazement of the beautiful colors and scenic artwork and display of the fireworks. Meanwhile, three shadows managed to make their way onto one of the ships and start dumping over crate after crate. The workers turn around just in time to see the final crate dropped off the side. The three shadows throw off their ropes revealing it to be the Knuckles gang of Johnny, Mini and Maxi.
Knuckles: HA HA!! Damn you philipino pirates and your nasty ass tea. We saw fit to rid this territory of your tyranny by getting rid of your god-awful swill you call a beverage....REVOLUTION!!!
Dock manager: Anda idiot! Itu bukan teh Anda dibuang, mereka adalah pakaian dan makanan untuk keluarga kita. (google translator helps here: indonesia)
Knuckles: Uh.....what the hell did he just say?
Mini: …........
Knuckles: What do you mean those crates were filled with food and clothes? I thought you said this was where the tea was?
Mini: …...........
Knuckles: NO SHIT YOU FUCKED UP!!
Dock manager: Perahu dengan teh pada itu turun di sana!
Knuckles: Huh?
Mini: …...........
Knuckles: Over there? Where?
The dock manager points down the row of docks to the end where a bunch of other guys are unloading crates as well as whole plants. Personally, it seems a little too convenient.
Knuckles: Uh.......shit.
Maxi: *giggles*
Mini: ….....
Knuckles: Ya' you guys certainly have a point. We better hurry before things get a little jacked around here.
Before the Knuckles gang could walk away, the crew of the ship they were currently on get pissed and decide to chase them off. With pitchforks in hand, they chase the Knuckles gang off the boat. Knuckles shoves Mini out of the way and into the murky water below and bolts off while Maxi looks like a giant Frankenstein's monster being chased by the villagers. Certainly a site to behold. Knuckles manages to run onto the other ship and dump at least one crate off the ship before the crew of both ships chase them all away. Mini manages to climb up out of the water and somehow onto Maxi's shoulders like some sort of jungle ninja.
Knuckles: Cmon' guys, can't we talk this through?
Dock manager: Cepat! Menangkapnya dan kulit pantatnya hidup!
Mini: …....
Knuckles: Skin me alive?! Fuck that......
The Knuckles gang all manage to make their way through the small brush to escape as the rest of the dock crew continue to chase him and the scene fades.
Knuckles: Here we are after weeks of trying to heal and a fucked up loss to none other than Phil Atken. I'm proud of you Phil. You did what you had to do in order to earn the title shot you have before you. How does it feel to submit a wounded animal? My ribs and elbow are STILL killing me. This is your chance Phil. Finally, the chance you've been looking for, to become World Champion. I have taught you well, to strike while the iron is hot and take advantage where necessary was the smart move. You saw my wounds and made the killing blow when necessary. As much as I hate it when guys blow me, you did the right thing and to the victor go the spoils. I warn you now Phil and heed my warning. You had better win at One Night In Hell or else i'm gonna' find a bigger army of midgets and hunt your ass down far worse than I did before.
Moving on.....
How you doin' Julius? Congratulations on beating Jason Kash. I don't know what's worse, losing to Kash for the millionth time or watching nobodies like you and Anthony Bailey beating him by the skin of your dicks. I suppose it's not all that bad since you both are current champions while i'm a simple nobody; but this isn't play time. I came here to circumcise the situation and get back on the winning side of things. While you may of have a successful run thus far, a very prominent title defense against TJ, and an absolute trick play of luck against Kash, this is where it all ends.
I don't give a damn if “YOU'RE BLOODY WELSH!” or not, I don't discriminate against anybody looking for an ass whooping. I drink whiskey like a real man should and although you might compare me to the very likes of Kash, rest assure that this won't be the same outcome. Kash has been trying to bring back violence just like me but his mind was too set on his goals of being the second ever triple crown on Asylum. I thought that maybe i'd follow my old friend's footsteps and find my place in the Extreme Elimination Chamber match and a possible win over Sally at the end like he did last year but alas, those dreams were squashed faster than you can drop to your bloody knees.
I'm not a champion Jules. I've been here two years and have almost nothing to show for it. Know what that means? I'm that much hungrier for it. Look deep and you'll see the fury, the desire to leave my mark. As much as i'd LOVE to take that belt away from you, this is only non-title. Let's face facts Farquhar, i'm no submissions expert. I barely know how to take my own boots off with out a grunt here n' there. What I am is a bastion of heart. Atken was smart enough to submit me last week but you? No chance in hell. As injured as I am, I don't make the same mistake twice in a row. And even though you have the edge in that department, I refuse to go down like that. I don't know a whole lot of submissions but I sure as fuck can blast you in the face over and over with headbutts until you quit. I can just as easily choke you with my bare hands until the ref decides you can no longer continue.
I've trained for a long time to get to where I am. You didn't think I was just some brain dead monkey throwing wildly did you? Does the name on my locker room say Shane Borderland? I thought not. I take pride in knowing that I can just as easily throw guys like you off your game and finish it quick. I learned how to defend against submissions in case I get one slapped on. How to avoid them and what to look out for. I may not always be perfect, but it has a damn good success rate. This may be our first time meeting physically but i've been planning for you since the day you stepped foot into My house, my world.
You may have the advantage in brains Julius, but when it comes to survival instincts, you're ship sailed back when the milk on your mother's tits were running dry. I dare you though. Come at me like i'm some dumb ass guinea. Pretend for one second that i'm an absolute moron and that I won't have a defense for you. Watch what happens to you the very second you have your guard down and I promise you PERSONALLY that i'll donkey punch the living shit out of you. I did the one thing Kash didn't, I studied. Back when me and him first met, I was training MMA so I can defend retards like you who sit there and rag about your “skills”. I might not have the math scores on paper but you sure as hell can bet that i'm far from being a slouch and although your luck may have you on a streak, this week........the house wins.
