Post by Reaver on Nov 10, 2012 20:16:09 GMT -4
Knuckles: “The challenge for every organization is to build a feeling of oneness, of dependence of one another.....because the question is usually not how well each person works, but how well they work together.”
-Vince Lombardi
These words never sounded so true, blindly going into the depths against the unknown.....with an unknown. Sounds to me like another day at the office. My workload is heavy this week but it makes no difference. I needed something to keep my mind occupied and possibly let out some of this anger as of late. What better way than to beat down on some fresh meat? (gee, that didn't sound gay or anything. No homo)
For the fish that just joined APW, I'm the resident mother-fucker-upper. Basically it means that Famori hit the jackpot when he drew my name as a tag partner. My name, “Knuckles” was given to me by my Italian family. I was known as the guy who would, “collect” if you get my drift. From a very early age, I hurt people very badly with or without good reason. I eventually moved on and throughout my 12 year career of being a professional wrestler and going up against some of the sickest and most dominant names in this business, I developed a certain toughness about me that has people; to this day questioning my sanity.
I'm the kinda' guy who takes chair shot after chair shot to the head but somehow manages to find something left to get back up with. I'm the guy who people beg to retire out of shear mercy. I am one of the sickest son of a bitches in APW. I have a firm philosophy that “self sacrifice is self preservation” and I live that personal code of conduct every second of my life.
I just recently lost my Japanese Death Match Battle Royal at One Night In Hell to a piece of fresh fish and it sickens me to this very minute. How dare any of you think that you can step into MY world and expect a free ride on my dime. I've worked my ass off my whole life to get to where I am, I've bled all over the world for APW and I'll be damned if I'm gonna' sit back and let the likes of you; take away from which I've worked so hard for. “To beat me; you're gonna' have to kill me, and to kill me; you're gonna' have to have the heart to stand in front of me and be willing to die yourself.”
The scene opens up on a beautiful field out in the middle of Pennsylvania. The sun is shinning, the wind is blowing ever so gently and the birds are chirping. Its peaceful and serene. In the distance; you can hear the light echoes of music playing. It starts to grow louder as the sounds of gentle flutes play and the beat of a drum to a symphonious melody. A small group of men start coming over the nearby ridge playing the tune of triumph. Loud BANGS and crashes cut through the music but don't phase the men playing it as they continue strong. It is here that I welcome you to....
The 1863 Battle Of Gettysburg: Reenactment!
Currently held at Gettysburg National Military Park where the music continues as men in blue 1863 military garb runs down and charges men in grey 1863 military garb and why they are all yelling LEEERROOOYYYY JEEENNKKKIINNSSS!! I will never know....The battle ensues as men from both sides, “die” as it were and a nearby crowd watches on in amazement. The camera pans over to see Johnny Knuckles watching on in hopes of learning something about the south.
Knuckles: Ahh The Battle of Gettysburg. The battle that would turn the tide for the colony's that would eventually shape what we now know as the modern day United States. It's exciting to see how things may have happened with as close accuracy as possible. I swear though, I could have sworn that I heard somebody yell out Leroy Jenkins....
? ? ?: Cmon' Souff! You can do it! Don't let them damn yanks beat ya this time WOOOO!!
? ? ?: That's my angel.
Baffled, Knuckles looks over and sees a pair of the UGLIEST people he has ever seen watching the reenactment and for some reason, cheering on the south as if this was a sporting event. A woman named June Shannon sitting there in a dull grey pair of sweat pants and bright designer pink and white silk top she got from a department store she calls “Walmart”. Her Jabba The Hut-like appearance is only shrouded in mystery compared to her matching daughter named Alana; who won't stop cheering for the south.
Knuckles: I'm sorry, what are you monstrosities of human flesh doing?
Alana: Whatever the hell we want!
June: That's right girl, you tell him. HA HA!
Knuckles: I know being outside in the sunlight isn't safe for you and your species but why the hell are you cheering for the south? You do realize the south loses right?
Alana: Nah uh, the souff is gonna' kick some city lovin' yankee ass! WOOOOOO!
June: She's so sweet aint' she?
Knuckles: No.....NO! Shes an abomination to the human race. What the fuck IS that thing?
June: Don't you recognize us? We have a television show called Here Comes Honey Doo Doo....
Alana: You had better redneckognize!
Knuckles: I don't know whether it's the smell that gives it the “Doo Doo” name or if it's the nasty rolls of fat coming off your chin but how the hell do you have a television show?
June: We started off by bein' apart of this show called Toddlers and Tiara's...
Knuckles: THE FUCK IS THAT?!
Alana: Cmon' souff! Ya'lls can do it!
June: It's a show about child beauty pageants...
Knuckles: Ya', they call those sweat shops.
June: Now that's just rude. My baby and I have done very well in a lot of them.
Knuckles: YOU MEAN THERE ARE UGLIER KIDS THAT THIS?! I'd be embarrassed to take this lil' shit to a dog show.
Alana: What's a dawg show mamma'? Is that where we put a dress on our piggy, Bessie Mae?
Knuckles: It's a place where the moldy chunks of shit around your chin get washed and judged while they put their hands all over your slime encrusted blue waffle you call a crotch.
Alana: You mean some feller other than my cousins and my daddy is gonna' touch me finally?
June: Now see here....
Knuckles: NO!! I DON'T WANNA' TURN TO STONE!!
His rude comments were enough to drive these hideous sand people back into their cave dwelling where they belong. Unfortunately, they will be back; and in greater numbers. As they walk off, Knuckles proceeds to vomit off the edge of the bleachers as it seems they left a few “streak filled” presents next to him as the scene fades.
Knuckles: I've learned a lot about rednecks and the type. It's obvious that they don't care how they fuck, where they fuck, WHO they fuck, or IF they fuck......as long as they have something to call their own. It's the reason this country is looked upon by foreign countries as “stupid” and “dim witted”. How the hell is it that these people are allowed to roam around in broad day light?
The shear thought of any redneck getting ahead makes the tip of my dick hurt. (get it?) Their stupid....and I don't mean stupid, but I mean STOOOOOOOPPPPPIIIIDDDD! Did Gooch get his education from some Nigerian prince off the internet? This is all assuming he knows what the “internets” is.....
*sighs*
Don't get me wrong Gooch, you seem like a nice enough guy and I understand you're from Arkansas but what the hell man? All rednecks are the same just like “Mexicans” are to you people in the “souff”. I need you to understand my frustration as of late. A huge name comes out and takes away the only chance at something I've had in 3 years on his debut and I'm supposed to be happy about it? No, I HATE new people who run around trying to claim something of mine. You? You're just an innocent bystander who happens to show up at the absolute worst time. So tell me Buck, do you like to....*edit* PARTYYYY*edit*?
I sure as hell do. And nothing would satisfy my blood lust more right now than to *edit*PARTYYYY*edit you all over the Covelli Center spilling every drop of blood in as much of that place as I can. You have the nerve to sit there and question me and MY motives? It's called DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOU INBRED SACK OF SHIT! I could just as easily walk into Meltdown and *edit*PARTYYYY*edit* you all night long; but unlike the rest of your idiot tribesmen from the “dirty souff”, I have intelligence and I use that to my advantage. Ask anybody here in APW how much of a sick *edit*PARTYYYY*edit* I am and they will tell you that I go to GREAT lengths to hurt people. It's not cowardice or lack of awareness, its strategy.
As for you you ya' Rainier Wolfcastle rip off, were there not enough episodes of the Simpsons with you in it?
MENDOZA!!!!!
You should stop wrestling and stick to the “brilliant” one liners before dispatching an enemy while being gunned down behind a brick wall. You call yourself a one man wrecking crew? And had the nerve to come to MY world as a member of a team? Gee, that doesn't contradict itself or nuttn'.
You boys can stand around jerking each other off on Meltdown for all I care. I am the elite of Asylum, the brand of APW that produces the most violence. I get paid to hurt people by sacrificing life and limb. I walk around proud of the scars I leave on people while showing off my own. Not a damn thing either of you two could do to me would EVER be enough because simply put (sorry rebs
) neither of you twat bags have enough to get the job done. Your climb ends here.
You can try to be nice and civil with me but it's been my experience that people can't be trusted. I don't trust either of you and I sure as hell don't trust Famori. I will personally beat the living hell out of you guys while my uneducated; America hating friend learn first hand what a pissed off “yank” can do. The one thing all three of you guys will find out, is how much blood can be spilled by one man, then two.
I don't play games. I'm direct, blunt, violent and most of all, pissed and NO I don't have a purdy mouff. I am EVERYTHING I say I am and not a damn person in APW, CWC, or EFK can object. I'm going to win those tag titles with or without help, and tall; dark and ugly can sit back and ride the coat tails for all I care. I've been through hell more times than I can ever remember and you two ass hats have the misfortune of being across from me at the wrong time. Don't worry about my work load Mac Bane because I have plenty of ass beatings to hand out and I'm all fresh out of *edit*PARTYYYY's*edit* to give.
**how many people got the Kill Bill reference?** :-p
-Vince Lombardi
These words never sounded so true, blindly going into the depths against the unknown.....with an unknown. Sounds to me like another day at the office. My workload is heavy this week but it makes no difference. I needed something to keep my mind occupied and possibly let out some of this anger as of late. What better way than to beat down on some fresh meat? (gee, that didn't sound gay or anything. No homo)
For the fish that just joined APW, I'm the resident mother-fucker-upper. Basically it means that Famori hit the jackpot when he drew my name as a tag partner. My name, “Knuckles” was given to me by my Italian family. I was known as the guy who would, “collect” if you get my drift. From a very early age, I hurt people very badly with or without good reason. I eventually moved on and throughout my 12 year career of being a professional wrestler and going up against some of the sickest and most dominant names in this business, I developed a certain toughness about me that has people; to this day questioning my sanity.
I'm the kinda' guy who takes chair shot after chair shot to the head but somehow manages to find something left to get back up with. I'm the guy who people beg to retire out of shear mercy. I am one of the sickest son of a bitches in APW. I have a firm philosophy that “self sacrifice is self preservation” and I live that personal code of conduct every second of my life.
I just recently lost my Japanese Death Match Battle Royal at One Night In Hell to a piece of fresh fish and it sickens me to this very minute. How dare any of you think that you can step into MY world and expect a free ride on my dime. I've worked my ass off my whole life to get to where I am, I've bled all over the world for APW and I'll be damned if I'm gonna' sit back and let the likes of you; take away from which I've worked so hard for. “To beat me; you're gonna' have to kill me, and to kill me; you're gonna' have to have the heart to stand in front of me and be willing to die yourself.”
The scene opens up on a beautiful field out in the middle of Pennsylvania. The sun is shinning, the wind is blowing ever so gently and the birds are chirping. Its peaceful and serene. In the distance; you can hear the light echoes of music playing. It starts to grow louder as the sounds of gentle flutes play and the beat of a drum to a symphonious melody. A small group of men start coming over the nearby ridge playing the tune of triumph. Loud BANGS and crashes cut through the music but don't phase the men playing it as they continue strong. It is here that I welcome you to....
The 1863 Battle Of Gettysburg: Reenactment!
Currently held at Gettysburg National Military Park where the music continues as men in blue 1863 military garb runs down and charges men in grey 1863 military garb and why they are all yelling LEEERROOOYYYY JEEENNKKKIINNSSS!! I will never know....The battle ensues as men from both sides, “die” as it were and a nearby crowd watches on in amazement. The camera pans over to see Johnny Knuckles watching on in hopes of learning something about the south.
Knuckles: Ahh The Battle of Gettysburg. The battle that would turn the tide for the colony's that would eventually shape what we now know as the modern day United States. It's exciting to see how things may have happened with as close accuracy as possible. I swear though, I could have sworn that I heard somebody yell out Leroy Jenkins....
? ? ?: Cmon' Souff! You can do it! Don't let them damn yanks beat ya this time WOOOO!!
? ? ?: That's my angel.
Baffled, Knuckles looks over and sees a pair of the UGLIEST people he has ever seen watching the reenactment and for some reason, cheering on the south as if this was a sporting event. A woman named June Shannon sitting there in a dull grey pair of sweat pants and bright designer pink and white silk top she got from a department store she calls “Walmart”. Her Jabba The Hut-like appearance is only shrouded in mystery compared to her matching daughter named Alana; who won't stop cheering for the south.
Knuckles: I'm sorry, what are you monstrosities of human flesh doing?
Alana: Whatever the hell we want!
June: That's right girl, you tell him. HA HA!
Knuckles: I know being outside in the sunlight isn't safe for you and your species but why the hell are you cheering for the south? You do realize the south loses right?
Alana: Nah uh, the souff is gonna' kick some city lovin' yankee ass! WOOOOOO!
June: She's so sweet aint' she?
Knuckles: No.....NO! Shes an abomination to the human race. What the fuck IS that thing?
June: Don't you recognize us? We have a television show called Here Comes Honey Doo Doo....
Alana: You had better redneckognize!
Knuckles: I don't know whether it's the smell that gives it the “Doo Doo” name or if it's the nasty rolls of fat coming off your chin but how the hell do you have a television show?
June: We started off by bein' apart of this show called Toddlers and Tiara's...
Knuckles: THE FUCK IS THAT?!
Alana: Cmon' souff! Ya'lls can do it!
June: It's a show about child beauty pageants...
Knuckles: Ya', they call those sweat shops.
June: Now that's just rude. My baby and I have done very well in a lot of them.
Knuckles: YOU MEAN THERE ARE UGLIER KIDS THAT THIS?! I'd be embarrassed to take this lil' shit to a dog show.
Alana: What's a dawg show mamma'? Is that where we put a dress on our piggy, Bessie Mae?
Knuckles: It's a place where the moldy chunks of shit around your chin get washed and judged while they put their hands all over your slime encrusted blue waffle you call a crotch.
Alana: You mean some feller other than my cousins and my daddy is gonna' touch me finally?
June: Now see here....
Knuckles: NO!! I DON'T WANNA' TURN TO STONE!!
His rude comments were enough to drive these hideous sand people back into their cave dwelling where they belong. Unfortunately, they will be back; and in greater numbers. As they walk off, Knuckles proceeds to vomit off the edge of the bleachers as it seems they left a few “streak filled” presents next to him as the scene fades.
Knuckles: I've learned a lot about rednecks and the type. It's obvious that they don't care how they fuck, where they fuck, WHO they fuck, or IF they fuck......as long as they have something to call their own. It's the reason this country is looked upon by foreign countries as “stupid” and “dim witted”. How the hell is it that these people are allowed to roam around in broad day light?
The shear thought of any redneck getting ahead makes the tip of my dick hurt. (get it?) Their stupid....and I don't mean stupid, but I mean STOOOOOOOPPPPPIIIIDDDD! Did Gooch get his education from some Nigerian prince off the internet? This is all assuming he knows what the “internets” is.....
*sighs*
Don't get me wrong Gooch, you seem like a nice enough guy and I understand you're from Arkansas but what the hell man? All rednecks are the same just like “Mexicans” are to you people in the “souff”. I need you to understand my frustration as of late. A huge name comes out and takes away the only chance at something I've had in 3 years on his debut and I'm supposed to be happy about it? No, I HATE new people who run around trying to claim something of mine. You? You're just an innocent bystander who happens to show up at the absolute worst time. So tell me Buck, do you like to....*edit* PARTYYYY*edit*?
I sure as hell do. And nothing would satisfy my blood lust more right now than to *edit*PARTYYYY*edit you all over the Covelli Center spilling every drop of blood in as much of that place as I can. You have the nerve to sit there and question me and MY motives? It's called DOING YOUR HOMEWORK YOU INBRED SACK OF SHIT! I could just as easily walk into Meltdown and *edit*PARTYYYY*edit* you all night long; but unlike the rest of your idiot tribesmen from the “dirty souff”, I have intelligence and I use that to my advantage. Ask anybody here in APW how much of a sick *edit*PARTYYYY*edit* I am and they will tell you that I go to GREAT lengths to hurt people. It's not cowardice or lack of awareness, its strategy.
As for you you ya' Rainier Wolfcastle rip off, were there not enough episodes of the Simpsons with you in it?
MENDOZA!!!!!
You should stop wrestling and stick to the “brilliant” one liners before dispatching an enemy while being gunned down behind a brick wall. You call yourself a one man wrecking crew? And had the nerve to come to MY world as a member of a team? Gee, that doesn't contradict itself or nuttn'.
You boys can stand around jerking each other off on Meltdown for all I care. I am the elite of Asylum, the brand of APW that produces the most violence. I get paid to hurt people by sacrificing life and limb. I walk around proud of the scars I leave on people while showing off my own. Not a damn thing either of you two could do to me would EVER be enough because simply put (sorry rebs
) neither of you twat bags have enough to get the job done. Your climb ends here.You can try to be nice and civil with me but it's been my experience that people can't be trusted. I don't trust either of you and I sure as hell don't trust Famori. I will personally beat the living hell out of you guys while my uneducated; America hating friend learn first hand what a pissed off “yank” can do. The one thing all three of you guys will find out, is how much blood can be spilled by one man, then two.
I don't play games. I'm direct, blunt, violent and most of all, pissed and NO I don't have a purdy mouff. I am EVERYTHING I say I am and not a damn person in APW, CWC, or EFK can object. I'm going to win those tag titles with or without help, and tall; dark and ugly can sit back and ride the coat tails for all I care. I've been through hell more times than I can ever remember and you two ass hats have the misfortune of being across from me at the wrong time. Don't worry about my work load Mac Bane because I have plenty of ass beatings to hand out and I'm all fresh out of *edit*PARTYYYY's*edit* to give.
**how many people got the Kill Bill reference?** :-p
