Post by Reaver on Sept 22, 2012 13:51:59 GMT -4
Knuckles: What's in a name?
William Shakespeare said, “What's in a name?”. I've always thought that my name would give my opponents a small incite as to who I am or what I can do. Never once did I ever let it get to me or define who I am or what I've become. I suppose William was only implying it as some sort of oxymoron. Is a name who you are? Or are you your name? Shakespeare meant that someone's name doesn't matter; that they could have another name but their personality is still the same. “If a rose has a different name, it will smell the same.” Consistency is the mark of a true professional and it is this that I have made my career. Though, you may think otherwise; I have never changed anything in my repertoire. My moves, my reputation, my mentality, the brutality......all the same.
Perhaps that's the problem? I continue on this downward spiral into mediocrity because I'm no longer relevant. What are you supposed to say to something like that? To listen to somebody tell you such an asinine statement? Throughout my career, I have had ups and downs. Who hasn't? Never did I change who I am in order to suit the fans or even my own self delusion for that matter. I earn my spots because I'm willing to do the things nobody else has the heart or the balls to do including, but not limited to, the violent nature in which you see on a regular basis. Yes, I make people laugh at times and yes I enjoy doing it. But is that really a weakness?
NO!
I see it as an opportunity. A distraction that is more than enough to make you face the inevitability that you just fucked up. I do what I do so that while the smoke and mirrors have you looking in one direction, then I have the chance to take you out from the other. I've been laughed at millions of times in my career all with the same purpose to keep you from seeing my true intentions. I already have you syked out before we even get started. You can walk around with your chest pouted out and dick flailing in the breeze all you like but what do you do when you're out cold and staring up at the lights while my hand is being raised? Do you think back at the smoke and mirrors and continue to say that I'm a joke? Or do you realize that maybe he's a lot smarter than he let's on?
The scene opens on the streets of Quezon City in the Philippines as the Knuckles gang of Johnny, Mini, and Maxi are exhausted from outrunning the angry mob from the docks, even after a good nights rest. They make their way up Mindanao Ave heading towards the Veterans Memorial Hospital. Established in 1955 primarily for the hospitalization of World War II veterans pursuant to Public law 865 which also now includes AFP or Armed Forces of the Philippines retirees. (dropping some knowledge on ya'
)
Knuckles: I don't suppose either of you guys caught Julius last night did you?
Mini: …............
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: Julius? Farquhar? The guy I'm scheduled to face this week? The whole reason we're here?
Mini: …........
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: NO!! There's no tea drinking convention here. We have a match scheduled cmon' guys.....
Mini: ….........
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: How the hell do you guy not pay attention to what's going on? I think sleeping in that suitcase in starting to fuck up your memory. Jeez, it's like I'm talking to a retard and a midget.
Mini and Maxi both look at each other then take a step closer to Knuckles as if he was starting a war. (irony)
Knuckles: WHOA!! Not you guys....some OTHER retard and midget. (shift eyes)
Mini and Maxi stop, look at each other and shrug their shoulders before stepping back.
Knuckles: Looks guys, the point is that he was rambling on like some sex starved robot who couldn't get some guy named Phil's head out of his ass. They reminded me of C3PO and R2D2 from Star Wars. Especially with the way he talked so “proper” and gay. So what I decided to do was invest in something that would help us prepare for the likes of the Ambiguously Gay Duo.....
Knuckles goes off camera while Mini and Maxi look on in confusion. Knuckles comes back into view with a trolly that happens to carry an exact replica of C3PO and R2D2. How the hell did he sneak these into focus without nobody knowing before hand?
Mini: ….....
Knuckles: No, you're not playing dress up today. These things are automated. They work as is!
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: Of coarse I can afford it! Besides, we're in the Philippines. Everything here costs a FRACTION of what it would back home.
Knuckles flips a switch (how convenient) and suddenly, C3PO and R2D2 come to life as if they were the originals.
C3PO: I must say sir, good day....I am an expert in human/cyborg relations and fluent in over a million forms of communication.
R2D2: Beep boop beep....
Knuckles: Beep boop boop beep boop.
C3PO: I say master Johnathan, what ARE you doing?
Knuckles: Uh, communicating?
C3PO: Don't......
Knuckles shrugs his shoulders then immediately starts getting naked. Mini and Maxi double take as their eyes bulge out. C3PO starts to panic at Knuckles actions and tries to make sense of what he's doing.
C3PO: Excuse me sir, but what ARE you doing exactly?
Knuckles: Getting naked.....
R2D2: Beep boop *whistles*
Knuckles: SHUT UP!!
C3PO: I find it fascinating that you can understand all these people who can't really speak well. Anyways, WHY are you getting naked sir?
Knuckles: Principle. Farquhar wants to pretend I have thousands of “faces” so to speak and this proves him wrong.
Knuckles manages to get completely naked but is still wearing a g-string type of thong that seems to have been specialty made with a cardboard cutout of Julius Farquahar's head in the crotch region. Everybody around looks on in shock as Mini and Maxi both throw their hands up and walk away as if they're saying, “I'm Done”. I guess they don't want to be apart of the bit?
C3PO: Is that who I think it is sir?
Knuckles: YES!! Not much of a fan really but I'm trying not to get APW in trouble with the FCC.
R2D2: Beep.......*whistles*
Knuckles: The point is, take a good look at me. I have no shame in what I do. Nothing about me is different, nothing about me has changed other than the 10 lbs or so I cut last year. Besides, Julius here doesn't think it's a bad idea....right?
Knuckles shakes his waist from left to right as his, you know what, swings back and forth as if to say no.
Knuckles: Should we continue this bit?
Knuckles shakes his waist as his “Farquhar” bounces up and down as if to say yes.
Knuckles: See?
C3PO: Excuse me sir; but is Mr. Farquhar's head always been this small?
Knuckles: SHUT UP!! It's chilly out here. Now let's go.
C3PO: Where to sir?
Knuckles: The Veteran's Hospital.
Knuckles and the “cyborgs” make their way into the hospital, despite the nurses and security that try to stop him. Knuckles starts jogging up and down the halls as his “Farquhar” continues to bounce up and down with the flow and the breeze. Everybody that happens to see him look on in shock and start to cheer with laughter.
C3PO: Mr. Knuckles, the odds of not getting arrested are approximately 3.720 to 1.
Knuckles: Never tell me the odds. Just sit back and enjoy shoving Julius's words down his throat. Besides, what's the worse that can happen?
Suddenly, Knuckles happens to run into the same group of guys from the docks holding pitch forks and torches that he was running from the day before. They see him and start chasing after him.
Knuckles: OH SHIT!! RUUUNN!!!
Knuckles stops and starts running back in the other direction leaving the “cyborgs” behind while the mob dismantles into every little piece they can find with scrap metal and computer parts flying in the air. They continue to chase Knuckles as he finds himself at a dead end. Realizing that he's on the second floor somehow, he grabs a nearby chair and chucks it out the window to break the glass. He takes a step back and hurls himself out the window like Lynn Hayes from the mod squad, only to be caught by his gang of Mini and Maxi in a daring a heroic like fashion. Maxi realizes that Knuckles is still naked and drops him immediately and tries to wipe it off as if it would get rid of the “stank” that just fell into his arms. Knuckles gets back up and all three bolt off leaving the mob yelling at them from the broken window as the scene fades with Knuckles “Farquhar” flapping as if it was saying, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no........
Knuckles: So go ahead and tell me Jules, what's in my name? What does my name have to do with how bad I'm going to fuck you up this week? The fact is Julius, you got nothing. You have nothing better to say or do than to just stand around and blabber on to your faggot friend about my short comings. You really want to know why I had a few nicknames?
I was called “The Innovator” because I did things that nobody else would physically do to damage and hurt the guy across from me in the ring. The willingness to sacrifice life and limb for this business, not to put on a good show for the fans, but to go the distance and push forward the pace that nobody else had the ability to keep up with.
I was then called “The Survivor” because not only did I continue to get back up when nobody else would have the heart to do so, but I fought back and with such force that nobody would see it coming. My name may have changed but I have always smelled the same (gigiddy) and NEVER needed to change.
These are what you call “reinventing myself”? How pathetic are you? Never once did I ever change who I was or what I did. I have always remained the same consistent person throughout my career and mealy mouth crotch pheasants like you are too stupid to realize the hell guys like me bring and it's those mistakes that will cost you the win this week. You aren't prepared for opening Pandora's box because you waist your time trying to forge fake documents about bestiality. For Christ sakes man, leave your sexual fantasies at home and stop playing with your “Farquhar” on camera.
Your lucky streak will end because you fail to look past the smoke and mirrors and take me seriously. After I'm done ripping you limb from “bloody” limb you crumpet eating monocle wearing fruitcake, then I'll let TJ feed off of what's left and lick the bones. Then when he takes away the Tap Out Championship from you, you can give yourself a new nickname. “The pansy prick formerly KNOWN as the Tap Out Champion. You can go ahead and use that because you won't be Quintessentially English anymore, you'll be Quintessentially FUCKED!!
William Shakespeare said, “What's in a name?”. I've always thought that my name would give my opponents a small incite as to who I am or what I can do. Never once did I ever let it get to me or define who I am or what I've become. I suppose William was only implying it as some sort of oxymoron. Is a name who you are? Or are you your name? Shakespeare meant that someone's name doesn't matter; that they could have another name but their personality is still the same. “If a rose has a different name, it will smell the same.” Consistency is the mark of a true professional and it is this that I have made my career. Though, you may think otherwise; I have never changed anything in my repertoire. My moves, my reputation, my mentality, the brutality......all the same.
Perhaps that's the problem? I continue on this downward spiral into mediocrity because I'm no longer relevant. What are you supposed to say to something like that? To listen to somebody tell you such an asinine statement? Throughout my career, I have had ups and downs. Who hasn't? Never did I change who I am in order to suit the fans or even my own self delusion for that matter. I earn my spots because I'm willing to do the things nobody else has the heart or the balls to do including, but not limited to, the violent nature in which you see on a regular basis. Yes, I make people laugh at times and yes I enjoy doing it. But is that really a weakness?
NO!
I see it as an opportunity. A distraction that is more than enough to make you face the inevitability that you just fucked up. I do what I do so that while the smoke and mirrors have you looking in one direction, then I have the chance to take you out from the other. I've been laughed at millions of times in my career all with the same purpose to keep you from seeing my true intentions. I already have you syked out before we even get started. You can walk around with your chest pouted out and dick flailing in the breeze all you like but what do you do when you're out cold and staring up at the lights while my hand is being raised? Do you think back at the smoke and mirrors and continue to say that I'm a joke? Or do you realize that maybe he's a lot smarter than he let's on?
The scene opens on the streets of Quezon City in the Philippines as the Knuckles gang of Johnny, Mini, and Maxi are exhausted from outrunning the angry mob from the docks, even after a good nights rest. They make their way up Mindanao Ave heading towards the Veterans Memorial Hospital. Established in 1955 primarily for the hospitalization of World War II veterans pursuant to Public law 865 which also now includes AFP or Armed Forces of the Philippines retirees. (dropping some knowledge on ya'
)Knuckles: I don't suppose either of you guys caught Julius last night did you?
Mini: …............
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: Julius? Farquhar? The guy I'm scheduled to face this week? The whole reason we're here?
Mini: …........
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: NO!! There's no tea drinking convention here. We have a match scheduled cmon' guys.....
Mini: ….........
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: How the hell do you guy not pay attention to what's going on? I think sleeping in that suitcase in starting to fuck up your memory. Jeez, it's like I'm talking to a retard and a midget.
Mini and Maxi both look at each other then take a step closer to Knuckles as if he was starting a war. (irony)
Knuckles: WHOA!! Not you guys....some OTHER retard and midget. (shift eyes)
Mini and Maxi stop, look at each other and shrug their shoulders before stepping back.
Knuckles: Looks guys, the point is that he was rambling on like some sex starved robot who couldn't get some guy named Phil's head out of his ass. They reminded me of C3PO and R2D2 from Star Wars. Especially with the way he talked so “proper” and gay. So what I decided to do was invest in something that would help us prepare for the likes of the Ambiguously Gay Duo.....
Knuckles goes off camera while Mini and Maxi look on in confusion. Knuckles comes back into view with a trolly that happens to carry an exact replica of C3PO and R2D2. How the hell did he sneak these into focus without nobody knowing before hand?
Mini: ….....
Knuckles: No, you're not playing dress up today. These things are automated. They work as is!
Maxi: *giggles*
Knuckles: Of coarse I can afford it! Besides, we're in the Philippines. Everything here costs a FRACTION of what it would back home.
Knuckles flips a switch (how convenient) and suddenly, C3PO and R2D2 come to life as if they were the originals.
C3PO: I must say sir, good day....I am an expert in human/cyborg relations and fluent in over a million forms of communication.
R2D2: Beep boop beep....
Knuckles: Beep boop boop beep boop.
C3PO: I say master Johnathan, what ARE you doing?
Knuckles: Uh, communicating?
C3PO: Don't......
Knuckles shrugs his shoulders then immediately starts getting naked. Mini and Maxi double take as their eyes bulge out. C3PO starts to panic at Knuckles actions and tries to make sense of what he's doing.
C3PO: Excuse me sir, but what ARE you doing exactly?
Knuckles: Getting naked.....
R2D2: Beep boop *whistles*
Knuckles: SHUT UP!!
C3PO: I find it fascinating that you can understand all these people who can't really speak well. Anyways, WHY are you getting naked sir?
Knuckles: Principle. Farquhar wants to pretend I have thousands of “faces” so to speak and this proves him wrong.
Knuckles manages to get completely naked but is still wearing a g-string type of thong that seems to have been specialty made with a cardboard cutout of Julius Farquahar's head in the crotch region. Everybody around looks on in shock as Mini and Maxi both throw their hands up and walk away as if they're saying, “I'm Done”. I guess they don't want to be apart of the bit?
C3PO: Is that who I think it is sir?
Knuckles: YES!! Not much of a fan really but I'm trying not to get APW in trouble with the FCC.
R2D2: Beep.......*whistles*
Knuckles: The point is, take a good look at me. I have no shame in what I do. Nothing about me is different, nothing about me has changed other than the 10 lbs or so I cut last year. Besides, Julius here doesn't think it's a bad idea....right?
Knuckles shakes his waist from left to right as his, you know what, swings back and forth as if to say no.
Knuckles: Should we continue this bit?
Knuckles shakes his waist as his “Farquhar” bounces up and down as if to say yes.
Knuckles: See?
C3PO: Excuse me sir; but is Mr. Farquhar's head always been this small?
Knuckles: SHUT UP!! It's chilly out here. Now let's go.
C3PO: Where to sir?
Knuckles: The Veteran's Hospital.
Knuckles and the “cyborgs” make their way into the hospital, despite the nurses and security that try to stop him. Knuckles starts jogging up and down the halls as his “Farquhar” continues to bounce up and down with the flow and the breeze. Everybody that happens to see him look on in shock and start to cheer with laughter.
C3PO: Mr. Knuckles, the odds of not getting arrested are approximately 3.720 to 1.
Knuckles: Never tell me the odds. Just sit back and enjoy shoving Julius's words down his throat. Besides, what's the worse that can happen?
Suddenly, Knuckles happens to run into the same group of guys from the docks holding pitch forks and torches that he was running from the day before. They see him and start chasing after him.
Knuckles: OH SHIT!! RUUUNN!!!
Knuckles stops and starts running back in the other direction leaving the “cyborgs” behind while the mob dismantles into every little piece they can find with scrap metal and computer parts flying in the air. They continue to chase Knuckles as he finds himself at a dead end. Realizing that he's on the second floor somehow, he grabs a nearby chair and chucks it out the window to break the glass. He takes a step back and hurls himself out the window like Lynn Hayes from the mod squad, only to be caught by his gang of Mini and Maxi in a daring a heroic like fashion. Maxi realizes that Knuckles is still naked and drops him immediately and tries to wipe it off as if it would get rid of the “stank” that just fell into his arms. Knuckles gets back up and all three bolt off leaving the mob yelling at them from the broken window as the scene fades with Knuckles “Farquhar” flapping as if it was saying, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no........
Knuckles: So go ahead and tell me Jules, what's in my name? What does my name have to do with how bad I'm going to fuck you up this week? The fact is Julius, you got nothing. You have nothing better to say or do than to just stand around and blabber on to your faggot friend about my short comings. You really want to know why I had a few nicknames?
I was called “The Innovator” because I did things that nobody else would physically do to damage and hurt the guy across from me in the ring. The willingness to sacrifice life and limb for this business, not to put on a good show for the fans, but to go the distance and push forward the pace that nobody else had the ability to keep up with.
I was then called “The Survivor” because not only did I continue to get back up when nobody else would have the heart to do so, but I fought back and with such force that nobody would see it coming. My name may have changed but I have always smelled the same (gigiddy) and NEVER needed to change.
These are what you call “reinventing myself”? How pathetic are you? Never once did I ever change who I was or what I did. I have always remained the same consistent person throughout my career and mealy mouth crotch pheasants like you are too stupid to realize the hell guys like me bring and it's those mistakes that will cost you the win this week. You aren't prepared for opening Pandora's box because you waist your time trying to forge fake documents about bestiality. For Christ sakes man, leave your sexual fantasies at home and stop playing with your “Farquhar” on camera.
Your lucky streak will end because you fail to look past the smoke and mirrors and take me seriously. After I'm done ripping you limb from “bloody” limb you crumpet eating monocle wearing fruitcake, then I'll let TJ feed off of what's left and lick the bones. Then when he takes away the Tap Out Championship from you, you can give yourself a new nickname. “The pansy prick formerly KNOWN as the Tap Out Champion. You can go ahead and use that because you won't be Quintessentially English anymore, you'll be Quintessentially FUCKED!!
