Post by Reaver on Nov 10, 2012 0:45:46 GMT -4
Knuckles: It's not how the world perceives me, it's how I perceive myself that makes me who I am. My road of failures continues to haunt me over and over. I almost feel as if reality is being ripped away from my mind and forcing me into this un-evolved state of anguish. I can hear myself, my subconscious telling me to to do the right thing.....but the reptilian side of me telling me to destroy. I can feel it slipping farther and farther away.
He knows not for what I do. He fails to see that I myself, have manipulated my very own path and see it's destination........
I feel your pain but you know not of mine. You're just another fraud, another politician who brought promises to the table but failed to deliver. Is this where you want to go? Is this how you want the world to see you? How you see yourself? It must be nice to live in delusion when the world has been staring at you from the top. What now? What do you do when you fall and have no idea how to get back up? It's not so much the act of try try again, but more of how.
How often have you failed? How often have you fallen? Sure, the “it” from who you are has been replaced with “who?” but it's up to you to make them see. I have failed, I have fallen, and I have risen time and time again. I am the guy they expect to see fall and rise just one more time, again and again. They don't see me as a joke, but more as the guy who will gladly die fighting for that one shred of hope; that slight gleam of light.
No, I am not the alpha. I am the omega in this world and that is my role. I'm not the first guy you see because I'm the last guy anybody expects to be anything. It's what keeps them coming back for more. You pushed your reputation high up and managed to stall it's decent but couldn't keep it there because your credibility isn't strong enough to withstand the pressures of those heights.
This is why I never gave up after 3 years. It's easy to just throw your boots over your shoulders and just take off, but what kind of person would you be? I have failed over and over and it's because of those countless falls, I don't have far to go when I get back up. You on the other hand? I am the bottom of your barrel while I stayed floating near the surface. What is your reward for victory? Not a damn thing.....
The scene opens up with a ring of the bell in the apartment of Johnny Knuckles. He hears this from his bed, groggy as he is, he manages to spring up and fly over his couch like Lynn Hayes from the Mod-Squad to make it to the door. He knew what it was and didn't want to waste time with semantics. Knuckles opens the door to the UPS guy holding his package.
Knuckles: DUDE!! Why the fuck are you grabbing your junk as I open the door?
UPS guy: Sorry, I had an itch.
Knuckles: LIES!! I'm not interested in your homosexual advances. Just gimme' my order so I can proceed with slamming the door in your face!
UPS guy: Yea, whatever......
Knuckles signs the signature confirmation and takes the box from him. Just before he manages to speak again, Knuckles slams the door in this guys face. He rushes over to his couch and starts ripping it open like a kid at Christmas; looking to find that one special present that he's been waiting for all year.
His eyes widened and began to smile from cheek to cheek. He waves it off as the smell of his fart began to remind him of reheated Chinese food and ass. (ha, cheek? Get it?) As he opened the box, all he could do was look on in awe at his find. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Slightly annoyed by interruption of his small amount of bliss, he gets up and answers it. The camera guy, Mike, was on the other side to remind him of his flight that leaves in just a few short hours away.
Knuckles: You have shitty timing.
Mike: You're not ready? We need to get going.
Knuckles: Don't rush ME woman. I'll get my shit ready when I feel like it. I'm busy basking in the glow of something special I ordered. It's amazing how fast things get done when a lil' extra cash is thrown around.
Mike: What is it?
Knuckles: Anthony Bailey's World Championship rematch.......
Mike: Seriously?
Knuckles: NO you fucktard! It's something more valuable.
Mike: can we deal with this later? We need to get going.
Just as Knuckles goes to get up, he realizes that he has something made he wanted to show Mike.
Mike: Any day now?
Knuckles: Don't get an attitude with me, I'll slap the sand right out of your vagina. Tell me one more time jerky.....(sneaky sneaky)
Mike: Ok ok, I'm sorry.
Knuckles: I wanted to show you this. I found it and thought it would fit the given situation.
Knuckles picks up a DVD and tosses it over to Mike who ends up dropping it since his hands weren't meant for catching like a man would. He looks at it really close.....
Mike: Are you serious?
Knuckles: What?
Mike: Where did you get this?
Knuckles: eBay.....
Mike: Why does this not surprise me?
Knuckles: Cuz' you're a twat like Bailey is. I tried to be civil and sympathize his situation only to get disrespect in return. Now it's time to fuck his shit up. Hellrrrrrrr! (HA, Kash)
Mike: Like this? How?
Knuckles: Bailey thought he was more than he really was. He beat Kash and tries to throw it in my face but fails to realize I have a win over him from our RWF days, just not the pin. He, just like Kash, grew arrogant and even though he had a certain amount of success, it got to him and his ego. This is why he didn't walk out of One Night In Hell with the World Championship around his waist.
Mike: I guess the top talent in that match had nothing to do with it?
Knuckles: Oh it did. But Kash overcame it last year, why not Bailey....since he DID beat Kash twice right?
Mike: Not the same...
Knuckles: EXACTLY!! Bailey isn't Kash. It's THIS reasoning that will push me harder to move on while he sits on the bench that I apparently kept warm just for him.
Knuckles goes and starts getting ready for his flight as the scene fades.
Knuckles: You like the movie Bailey? I figured you would. It's about an unoriginal guy who dresses up in a fat suit and gets himself into a whole bunch of hijinks with a bunch of fake celebrity friends that nobody gives a shit about. TYLER PERRY SUCKS!!
anyways.....
I love how you keep bringing up my failures but forget to mention your own. Like when Farquar took that Tap Out Championship from you by making you tap like a bitch. He sure as hell didn't beat me. Or like how Chaz Dillinger has a victory over you but not over me, and look where he is now? I've failed because I've been put up against the absolute best; face to face and one on one. The one time you get thrown to the wolves, you buckle under the pressure. You outlasted 3 guys? YAAY! I outlasted 82.....
Just like last time we faced, nothing about you has been original. “I'm a rising star so praise me and I PROMISE to do right by my fans....” SPEWWWWW. Talk about bullshit Anthony, C'mon.....you filled the fans heads with promise but couldn't deliver. Imagine that. See how quickly the fans see the truth Bailey? The promise you gave wasn't “Broken”, it was just empty like your waist.
How dare you claim that you have any clout around here. The World Champion, the top guy who should have pushed what Asylum is all about failed to do so. You failed to realize your true potential by “wrestling” and trying to show....what? Class? PFFT, Asylum is just that. It's brutal and unforgiving. I guess you didn't adapt as well as I thought or else you would still be champ as I was hoping you would be. It's no coincidence that Sally walked out of there with it. She knows what it's like to be a champion and what it takes to make the brand. Do I agree with it? No, but its still better than you.
Unlike you, I am who I say I am. I'm not just a fighter Bailey, I'm one violent mother fucker. I'm the guy who puts his body on the line each and every night while you parade around giving people empty promises. You should team up with Callahan and try to “campaign” your way to the tag titles. HA! There's nobody better on Asylum to shit on people better than you two.
So here we are again trying to out due each other. While you're busy trying to muster up that last grain of courage and maybe you'll find a few more celebrities along the way to support your cause, I'm busy preparing for war like always. I'm beaten, battered, covered in scars, stitches, and trace amounts of dry blood. This is what a real man looks like Bailey. (damn, I look like a fucking tool) This is how Asylum should be represented. Not with empty words. Take that shit to Overdrive if you want to prance around claiming tradition or something.
Never once did I ever claim greatness, just me. I claim me and who I am and what I've already proven. I don't need to say a word, the video records my actions for me and they speak way louder. How much blood have you spilled in APW? How far have you gone to gain victory? How far are you willing to go? I live, breathe, sweat and bleed for APW....for Asylum. My blood on the mat is testament to the dedication I have. Not empty words. Everything I've said, everything I've done has validity and nobody in APW can rebut that. You are right though kid, I DO want it more. It means that much more to me because beating a FORMER WORLD CHAMPION looks a lot better on a resume then beating the bottom of the bloody barrel.
So here and now, it stands that I have everything to gain while you flat line regardless. This match will be how APW remembers you, how Asylum remembers you. That for one night, hell itself was too much for the self absorbed champion of false promises. Now you go into this match against a very wounded and fed up animal who's back is to the corner with no way out but to fight to the death. You can never say this because you have never been pushed to your limits in the world of brutality. Maybe someday we can go round 3 and I'll show you. In the meantime, consider this the tip of the iceberg..........champ.
He knows not for what I do. He fails to see that I myself, have manipulated my very own path and see it's destination........
I feel your pain but you know not of mine. You're just another fraud, another politician who brought promises to the table but failed to deliver. Is this where you want to go? Is this how you want the world to see you? How you see yourself? It must be nice to live in delusion when the world has been staring at you from the top. What now? What do you do when you fall and have no idea how to get back up? It's not so much the act of try try again, but more of how.
How often have you failed? How often have you fallen? Sure, the “it” from who you are has been replaced with “who?” but it's up to you to make them see. I have failed, I have fallen, and I have risen time and time again. I am the guy they expect to see fall and rise just one more time, again and again. They don't see me as a joke, but more as the guy who will gladly die fighting for that one shred of hope; that slight gleam of light.
No, I am not the alpha. I am the omega in this world and that is my role. I'm not the first guy you see because I'm the last guy anybody expects to be anything. It's what keeps them coming back for more. You pushed your reputation high up and managed to stall it's decent but couldn't keep it there because your credibility isn't strong enough to withstand the pressures of those heights.
This is why I never gave up after 3 years. It's easy to just throw your boots over your shoulders and just take off, but what kind of person would you be? I have failed over and over and it's because of those countless falls, I don't have far to go when I get back up. You on the other hand? I am the bottom of your barrel while I stayed floating near the surface. What is your reward for victory? Not a damn thing.....
The scene opens up with a ring of the bell in the apartment of Johnny Knuckles. He hears this from his bed, groggy as he is, he manages to spring up and fly over his couch like Lynn Hayes from the Mod-Squad to make it to the door. He knew what it was and didn't want to waste time with semantics. Knuckles opens the door to the UPS guy holding his package.
Knuckles: DUDE!! Why the fuck are you grabbing your junk as I open the door?
UPS guy: Sorry, I had an itch.
Knuckles: LIES!! I'm not interested in your homosexual advances. Just gimme' my order so I can proceed with slamming the door in your face!
UPS guy: Yea, whatever......
Knuckles signs the signature confirmation and takes the box from him. Just before he manages to speak again, Knuckles slams the door in this guys face. He rushes over to his couch and starts ripping it open like a kid at Christmas; looking to find that one special present that he's been waiting for all year.
His eyes widened and began to smile from cheek to cheek. He waves it off as the smell of his fart began to remind him of reheated Chinese food and ass. (ha, cheek? Get it?) As he opened the box, all he could do was look on in awe at his find. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Slightly annoyed by interruption of his small amount of bliss, he gets up and answers it. The camera guy, Mike, was on the other side to remind him of his flight that leaves in just a few short hours away.
Knuckles: You have shitty timing.
Mike: You're not ready? We need to get going.
Knuckles: Don't rush ME woman. I'll get my shit ready when I feel like it. I'm busy basking in the glow of something special I ordered. It's amazing how fast things get done when a lil' extra cash is thrown around.
Mike: What is it?
Knuckles: Anthony Bailey's World Championship rematch.......
Mike: Seriously?
Knuckles: NO you fucktard! It's something more valuable.
Mike: can we deal with this later? We need to get going.
Just as Knuckles goes to get up, he realizes that he has something made he wanted to show Mike.
Mike: Any day now?
Knuckles: Don't get an attitude with me, I'll slap the sand right out of your vagina. Tell me one more time jerky.....(sneaky sneaky)
Mike: Ok ok, I'm sorry.
Knuckles: I wanted to show you this. I found it and thought it would fit the given situation.
Knuckles picks up a DVD and tosses it over to Mike who ends up dropping it since his hands weren't meant for catching like a man would. He looks at it really close.....
Mike: Are you serious?
Knuckles: What?
Mike: Where did you get this?
Knuckles: eBay.....
Mike: Why does this not surprise me?
Knuckles: Cuz' you're a twat like Bailey is. I tried to be civil and sympathize his situation only to get disrespect in return. Now it's time to fuck his shit up. Hellrrrrrrr! (HA, Kash)
Mike: Like this? How?
Knuckles: Bailey thought he was more than he really was. He beat Kash and tries to throw it in my face but fails to realize I have a win over him from our RWF days, just not the pin. He, just like Kash, grew arrogant and even though he had a certain amount of success, it got to him and his ego. This is why he didn't walk out of One Night In Hell with the World Championship around his waist.
Mike: I guess the top talent in that match had nothing to do with it?
Knuckles: Oh it did. But Kash overcame it last year, why not Bailey....since he DID beat Kash twice right?
Mike: Not the same...
Knuckles: EXACTLY!! Bailey isn't Kash. It's THIS reasoning that will push me harder to move on while he sits on the bench that I apparently kept warm just for him.
Knuckles goes and starts getting ready for his flight as the scene fades.
Knuckles: You like the movie Bailey? I figured you would. It's about an unoriginal guy who dresses up in a fat suit and gets himself into a whole bunch of hijinks with a bunch of fake celebrity friends that nobody gives a shit about. TYLER PERRY SUCKS!!
anyways.....
I love how you keep bringing up my failures but forget to mention your own. Like when Farquar took that Tap Out Championship from you by making you tap like a bitch. He sure as hell didn't beat me. Or like how Chaz Dillinger has a victory over you but not over me, and look where he is now? I've failed because I've been put up against the absolute best; face to face and one on one. The one time you get thrown to the wolves, you buckle under the pressure. You outlasted 3 guys? YAAY! I outlasted 82.....
Just like last time we faced, nothing about you has been original. “I'm a rising star so praise me and I PROMISE to do right by my fans....” SPEWWWWW. Talk about bullshit Anthony, C'mon.....you filled the fans heads with promise but couldn't deliver. Imagine that. See how quickly the fans see the truth Bailey? The promise you gave wasn't “Broken”, it was just empty like your waist.
How dare you claim that you have any clout around here. The World Champion, the top guy who should have pushed what Asylum is all about failed to do so. You failed to realize your true potential by “wrestling” and trying to show....what? Class? PFFT, Asylum is just that. It's brutal and unforgiving. I guess you didn't adapt as well as I thought or else you would still be champ as I was hoping you would be. It's no coincidence that Sally walked out of there with it. She knows what it's like to be a champion and what it takes to make the brand. Do I agree with it? No, but its still better than you.
Unlike you, I am who I say I am. I'm not just a fighter Bailey, I'm one violent mother fucker. I'm the guy who puts his body on the line each and every night while you parade around giving people empty promises. You should team up with Callahan and try to “campaign” your way to the tag titles. HA! There's nobody better on Asylum to shit on people better than you two.
So here we are again trying to out due each other. While you're busy trying to muster up that last grain of courage and maybe you'll find a few more celebrities along the way to support your cause, I'm busy preparing for war like always. I'm beaten, battered, covered in scars, stitches, and trace amounts of dry blood. This is what a real man looks like Bailey. (damn, I look like a fucking tool) This is how Asylum should be represented. Not with empty words. Take that shit to Overdrive if you want to prance around claiming tradition or something.
Never once did I ever claim greatness, just me. I claim me and who I am and what I've already proven. I don't need to say a word, the video records my actions for me and they speak way louder. How much blood have you spilled in APW? How far have you gone to gain victory? How far are you willing to go? I live, breathe, sweat and bleed for APW....for Asylum. My blood on the mat is testament to the dedication I have. Not empty words. Everything I've said, everything I've done has validity and nobody in APW can rebut that. You are right though kid, I DO want it more. It means that much more to me because beating a FORMER WORLD CHAMPION looks a lot better on a resume then beating the bottom of the bloody barrel.
So here and now, it stands that I have everything to gain while you flat line regardless. This match will be how APW remembers you, how Asylum remembers you. That for one night, hell itself was too much for the self absorbed champion of false promises. Now you go into this match against a very wounded and fed up animal who's back is to the corner with no way out but to fight to the death. You can never say this because you have never been pushed to your limits in the world of brutality. Maybe someday we can go round 3 and I'll show you. In the meantime, consider this the tip of the iceberg..........champ.