Post by Reaver on Nov 24, 2012 0:51:25 GMT -4
It's been more than 20 years since being thrown out into the bitter cold. And now, as then, it's not fear that grips him.....only restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborne breeze coolly kissing the sweat on his chest and back, seagulls cawing. The heavy breathing of himself, ready to die without a moments pause. His gear was stifling, his belt; heavy. His fists.......
A silhouette stands in the distance overlooking a sunset. He roars at the soon to be night sky, letting out his frustration. Letting out anything that could possibly corrupt his very own judgment. The screen shakes as static takes over and flipping back and forth to and from moments in time. Battles of the past fought and lost, struggled and won. Defeat in victory, and victory in defeat. These flashes seem almost to compare one person to the next.
He shouts and curses....stabbing wildly, more brawler than warrior, than legend. He makes a wondrous mess of things. Brave amateur, he does his part. A “god?”, he fails the test. And a man who fancies himself a god.......
feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.
Images of Chris Strike are flashed in front of you. From the brutal matches he has in SCW, to the tournaments of EFK, these images are almost disturbing in nature, too disturbing to watch. Then, a multitude of his hand being raised over and over again. His entrance into APW as he walks down the isle and body after body being eliminated from the Japanese Death Match Battle Royal. Then finally, the crucial blow heard round the world when he swung that weapon to make the last elimination and being declared the winner. He celebrates with old friends only to catch a glimpse of who he cheated of of his destiny. He grins to the world but he rages......on the inside.
Even a champion allows himself to hope for more than glory. Such mad hope, but there it is, against a formidable foe, the rights of an EARNED champion. Even the people's eyes bare witness to such a grotesque spectacle. Coughed forth from the darkest corner of APW. When brute force failed, he turned to trickery. Thousands of people descend upon this event, cheering from their narrow corridors; their numbers counting for nothing. They cheer by the hundreds.
Highlights of Asylum is documented and displayed. The same images that flow through a young man's mind as he tortures himself mentally. Slowly preparing himself for the fight soon to come. His anger gripping his very own sanity and bursting with power, the likes of which he has known only once before......9 months ago. The fight ensues blow for blow. Counter for counter. With every hold, every lock, it seems almost a stalemate. In the end? A new “champion” is crowned, much to the dismay of the young man. Pleased but angered at the same time. His time will come.
Days wear on, losses add up. Each failure, the young man grows stronger but angrier. Upon sight of a tainted and flawed title reign, he grows wild.....blood drunk. He cries at the pain of his losses which is more frightening to any opponent than the deepest battle drum. It takes three men to restrain him, to bring him back to his own. The day couldn't come soon enough.
The young man flails around, throwing anything not nailed to the floor. Mini, Maxi, and Mike all do their best to calm him down. His heart; unsteady. Looking on in disillusion that anybody would falsify themselves in such a manner. He manages to relax. He knows what's to come and saves it; for fuel. Fuel he needs to make his mark, his very own testament to the “God Of Thunder” himself.
Knuckles: I sit back and watch as you parade yourself around as some sort of “higher being”. You fill the minds of the people with false promises. I try to get them to stand while you force them to kneel. You are no “god”, you are a blasphemer.....and a bad one at that. A challenge placed in front of you and still you turn a blind eye. You've become nothing more than a liability to Asylum. You're either too busy on Meltdown and Overdrive to care about this brand of APW, or you're too stupid see the value. Regardless, you've proven this be why you're the liability.
You walk around with this huge chip on your shoulder, begging people to knock it off as to test who you are and yet when I stand here in your face, you ignore me. I understand that your buddy Chris Hart needs some help with our old friend Kurt, but you have your own problems to deal with that involve me kicking your teeth down your throat. Noble is the former multi-time Heavyweight Champ, he does what the hell he wants and has earned the right to.
Go ahead though. Continue to ignore me. You really think that stepping in my way and stealing MY “thunder” will go unpunished? I bet that's how you really got that name. You've spent a career out of taking the opportunities from those before you and capitalized on their hard work while I've spent mine ending them. You are NOT the first big name to step in my way. I've battled with the likes of Brad Jackson, Legion, Sally Talfourd, CJ Gates, Shane Clemens, Paul Blair, and many more. Losses to legends, each and every one of them. And each of them can tell you the same thing, I'm like a case of herpes and I will never go away......Jason Kash can attest to that.
While most people would have called it quits, I continue to press on. The thought of hanging up my boots permanently just doesn't sit too well me ya' know? With each of their grueling defeats, I grow; physically and mentally. Techniques and flaws, all taken into consideration and applied. The same consideration that has led me into the top 10 of Survive and Conquer every year I've been in it. The same consideration that had led me to put big names, like yours, in their place but down and out for good. Expect to be put down like the “dog” you really are.
Never retreat, never surrender. Every APW wrestler knows this about the young man. They search their own souls, as well as others who should. In his own mind, this is law. He will stand and fight....and die if necessary. A new age is upon him, an age of freedom. The people will all know; that this young man would give his last breath to defend it.
A collage of video and images flash over and over of a young man bloodied and beaten down. Getting back up and falling once again. Bones broken, flesh torn. His will; pushed to it's limitation only to rise up once more to fight back. Reaching out to the world as if to borrow the strength of others to continue on, as if to dig deeper within himself. Accomplishments achieved by the last split second of courage. His hand raised, and his hard work rewarded......even if only for a second.
He has lived his entire live without regret.....until now. The people stood by him with honor knowing that the young man has given them the best of himself. His failure.....their hearts break. His was refilled with hate, with obsession. Now fit and ready for battle, he will attack with full force and verve. Everybody in the locker room will know the tale, a tale of victory.
Face to face, side by side, both men are showcased into what can arguably be called; the best match of the young man's career. Set up for set up, their pro's and con's, strengths and weaknesses are put center stage. Every loss, every win. Almost as if they were already fighting in real time, both men not willing to back down, both men willing to sacrifice it all. A reputation vs a reality. An illusion vs the truth. This was their moment and without saying a word, choose to share it. A message that need not be spoken.
It's been more than 20 years since being thrown out into the bitter cold. And now, as then, it's not fear that grips him.....only restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborne breeze coolly kissing the sweat on his chest and back, seagulls cawing. The heavy breathing of himself, ready to die without a moments pause.
His gear was stifling.....it strengthened his body but cut off his mentality. It narrowed his vision; for he must see the near future.
His belt; heavy. It threw him off balance. For his target was miles away......psychologically.
His fists.......ready to accomplish his goals.
A descendant of violence past, a bold Johnny Knuckles gives testament to the bloodline. His roar is long and loud.
A silhouette stands in the distance overlooking a sunset. He roars at the soon to be night sky, letting out his frustration. Letting out anything that could possibly corrupt his very own judgment. Standing on a hill near the shores of Lake Kentucky, Johnny Knuckles clears his mind so that he may be focused for Asylum. His biggest challenge to date, a chance to beat another man that Jason Kash could not. In order to focus on Kash, he must go through Chris Strike, a seemingly impossible obstacle to overcome. His obsession for one turns to power against the other. His life's work.........would have to be put n hold, for now.
Knuckles: I'm not here to discredit Chris Strike. But my actions speak louder than my words ever could. I am here for all those voices that can't be heard, wrestlers, contenders, champions, management. The people who's rights I bleed for and the very violence in which Asylum was built on. We will be at war Strike, not just for the preservation of the people; but for violence and liberty. The law and order of APW. I represent hope, hope that those who have fallen have not been forgotten in the history of Asylum. Names like James Chambers, Ebon, Arcadia and Chris Cyrus.
It's been weeks since your introduction to Asylum and have still yet to have been introduced properly. What does that tell you? “Our newest member of Asylum, Chris Strike..........meh.” You've received nothing more than a swift kick in the ass and told to get to work. And that's exactly what you did. Your work was just as swift as the kick in the ass you got and just as swiftly, you jumped to meltdown for no good reason, then over to Overdrive for sits and giggles. For the sake of helping out an old friend? Maybe, but to me it shouts glory hound. I said hound, not hole.
You have no business on any other brand promoting them. Your job is to simply stay your ass on Asylum, shut the hell up, and get in line like the rest. Now; you can argue the same about me. However, I hold a MAJOR TITLE and it must be defended 24/7. You can also argue that if the piece of aluminum around YOUR waist is so worthless, then why do I want it so bad? It's a matter of principle. The Suicidal Championship is MY World Title and I will not rest until it's officially mine and I am APW's ONLY double champion.
I see your weaknesses Strike. It might have been harder to find if you weren't as “flamboyant” as you are. You seem to spend all of your time chasing the NOBLE HART'S of men instead of preparing for the beating of your life come Christmas Chaos. Do you still not see me as a threat yet Chris? Am I not good enough for you? Or maybe I'm too much of a “never will be” to be worth your time........betcha' if I had a web cam show you'd pay attention just a little bit more. Sorry Chris, no happy ending here for you.
You didn't think I'd miss an episode of Sally's sexy show did you? A team of sorts? Why does it not surprise me that you can't get the job done by yourself? Between you spending all of your time with Hart and Sally talking you up, it wouldn't shock me to see some fireworks happen. It seems as though Sally is looking for change, then we have something in common. I'm looking for change too, changing your gender from something of a male, to completely unknown. To rearrange your face so that it looks like you walk around doing hand stands all day. It makes no difference who or how many you bring to the party Strike. I am who I say I am and I make good on my promises. I WILL make you bleed and no amount of persuasion from you or anybody else will stop me. Consider THIS your official welcome.....
now get the fuck out!
”Remember why he failed.” He did not wish for tribute or song. No monuments or poems of war or valor. His wish was simple, “Remember me...”. This was his hope. Should any champion make their way to Asylum, in all of the countless matches, may the history show that he was willing to sacrifice everything for so little. Long I pondered to my champion's cryptic talk of victory. Time continues to prove him wise, from wrestler to wrestler....the word spread. He lays down his life for the fans inside the rugged terrain knows as the squared circle. Chris Strike faces obliteration, sheer terror gripping his heart with icy fingers knowing full well of the merciless horrors he will suffer at the fists of one man.
Soon to have to deal with a group of three, great odds for any Italian. This day, he will rescue the fans from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything anybody could imagine. Give thanks to Johnny Knuckles......TO VICTORY!!
The loud cry is enough to catch the attention of Knuckles who WAS staring at the sunset. He can't see who it is but the guy who was seemingly spouting off the life story of Knuckles realizes that he was heard.
Knuckles: HEY! Who the fuck is there?! How do you know so much about me?!
He may have gotten away with it back at the arena, but not here. Knuckles tries to chase the man down but he manages to get away faster than Knuckles could catch him as the scene fades.
*edit: sorry i was editing and previewing b4 posting and hit post by mistake. i believe i have 10 minutes to do so without anything negative and pretty sure i made deadine.
hope you enjoyed the read.**
A silhouette stands in the distance overlooking a sunset. He roars at the soon to be night sky, letting out his frustration. Letting out anything that could possibly corrupt his very own judgment. The screen shakes as static takes over and flipping back and forth to and from moments in time. Battles of the past fought and lost, struggled and won. Defeat in victory, and victory in defeat. These flashes seem almost to compare one person to the next.
He shouts and curses....stabbing wildly, more brawler than warrior, than legend. He makes a wondrous mess of things. Brave amateur, he does his part. A “god?”, he fails the test. And a man who fancies himself a god.......
feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.
Images of Chris Strike are flashed in front of you. From the brutal matches he has in SCW, to the tournaments of EFK, these images are almost disturbing in nature, too disturbing to watch. Then, a multitude of his hand being raised over and over again. His entrance into APW as he walks down the isle and body after body being eliminated from the Japanese Death Match Battle Royal. Then finally, the crucial blow heard round the world when he swung that weapon to make the last elimination and being declared the winner. He celebrates with old friends only to catch a glimpse of who he cheated of of his destiny. He grins to the world but he rages......on the inside.
Even a champion allows himself to hope for more than glory. Such mad hope, but there it is, against a formidable foe, the rights of an EARNED champion. Even the people's eyes bare witness to such a grotesque spectacle. Coughed forth from the darkest corner of APW. When brute force failed, he turned to trickery. Thousands of people descend upon this event, cheering from their narrow corridors; their numbers counting for nothing. They cheer by the hundreds.
Highlights of Asylum is documented and displayed. The same images that flow through a young man's mind as he tortures himself mentally. Slowly preparing himself for the fight soon to come. His anger gripping his very own sanity and bursting with power, the likes of which he has known only once before......9 months ago. The fight ensues blow for blow. Counter for counter. With every hold, every lock, it seems almost a stalemate. In the end? A new “champion” is crowned, much to the dismay of the young man. Pleased but angered at the same time. His time will come.
Days wear on, losses add up. Each failure, the young man grows stronger but angrier. Upon sight of a tainted and flawed title reign, he grows wild.....blood drunk. He cries at the pain of his losses which is more frightening to any opponent than the deepest battle drum. It takes three men to restrain him, to bring him back to his own. The day couldn't come soon enough.
The young man flails around, throwing anything not nailed to the floor. Mini, Maxi, and Mike all do their best to calm him down. His heart; unsteady. Looking on in disillusion that anybody would falsify themselves in such a manner. He manages to relax. He knows what's to come and saves it; for fuel. Fuel he needs to make his mark, his very own testament to the “God Of Thunder” himself.
Knuckles: I sit back and watch as you parade yourself around as some sort of “higher being”. You fill the minds of the people with false promises. I try to get them to stand while you force them to kneel. You are no “god”, you are a blasphemer.....and a bad one at that. A challenge placed in front of you and still you turn a blind eye. You've become nothing more than a liability to Asylum. You're either too busy on Meltdown and Overdrive to care about this brand of APW, or you're too stupid see the value. Regardless, you've proven this be why you're the liability.
You walk around with this huge chip on your shoulder, begging people to knock it off as to test who you are and yet when I stand here in your face, you ignore me. I understand that your buddy Chris Hart needs some help with our old friend Kurt, but you have your own problems to deal with that involve me kicking your teeth down your throat. Noble is the former multi-time Heavyweight Champ, he does what the hell he wants and has earned the right to.
Go ahead though. Continue to ignore me. You really think that stepping in my way and stealing MY “thunder” will go unpunished? I bet that's how you really got that name. You've spent a career out of taking the opportunities from those before you and capitalized on their hard work while I've spent mine ending them. You are NOT the first big name to step in my way. I've battled with the likes of Brad Jackson, Legion, Sally Talfourd, CJ Gates, Shane Clemens, Paul Blair, and many more. Losses to legends, each and every one of them. And each of them can tell you the same thing, I'm like a case of herpes and I will never go away......Jason Kash can attest to that.
While most people would have called it quits, I continue to press on. The thought of hanging up my boots permanently just doesn't sit too well me ya' know? With each of their grueling defeats, I grow; physically and mentally. Techniques and flaws, all taken into consideration and applied. The same consideration that has led me into the top 10 of Survive and Conquer every year I've been in it. The same consideration that had led me to put big names, like yours, in their place but down and out for good. Expect to be put down like the “dog” you really are.
Never retreat, never surrender. Every APW wrestler knows this about the young man. They search their own souls, as well as others who should. In his own mind, this is law. He will stand and fight....and die if necessary. A new age is upon him, an age of freedom. The people will all know; that this young man would give his last breath to defend it.
A collage of video and images flash over and over of a young man bloodied and beaten down. Getting back up and falling once again. Bones broken, flesh torn. His will; pushed to it's limitation only to rise up once more to fight back. Reaching out to the world as if to borrow the strength of others to continue on, as if to dig deeper within himself. Accomplishments achieved by the last split second of courage. His hand raised, and his hard work rewarded......even if only for a second.
He has lived his entire live without regret.....until now. The people stood by him with honor knowing that the young man has given them the best of himself. His failure.....their hearts break. His was refilled with hate, with obsession. Now fit and ready for battle, he will attack with full force and verve. Everybody in the locker room will know the tale, a tale of victory.
Face to face, side by side, both men are showcased into what can arguably be called; the best match of the young man's career. Set up for set up, their pro's and con's, strengths and weaknesses are put center stage. Every loss, every win. Almost as if they were already fighting in real time, both men not willing to back down, both men willing to sacrifice it all. A reputation vs a reality. An illusion vs the truth. This was their moment and without saying a word, choose to share it. A message that need not be spoken.
It's been more than 20 years since being thrown out into the bitter cold. And now, as then, it's not fear that grips him.....only restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborne breeze coolly kissing the sweat on his chest and back, seagulls cawing. The heavy breathing of himself, ready to die without a moments pause.
His gear was stifling.....it strengthened his body but cut off his mentality. It narrowed his vision; for he must see the near future.
His belt; heavy. It threw him off balance. For his target was miles away......psychologically.
His fists.......ready to accomplish his goals.
A descendant of violence past, a bold Johnny Knuckles gives testament to the bloodline. His roar is long and loud.
A silhouette stands in the distance overlooking a sunset. He roars at the soon to be night sky, letting out his frustration. Letting out anything that could possibly corrupt his very own judgment. Standing on a hill near the shores of Lake Kentucky, Johnny Knuckles clears his mind so that he may be focused for Asylum. His biggest challenge to date, a chance to beat another man that Jason Kash could not. In order to focus on Kash, he must go through Chris Strike, a seemingly impossible obstacle to overcome. His obsession for one turns to power against the other. His life's work.........would have to be put n hold, for now.
Knuckles: I'm not here to discredit Chris Strike. But my actions speak louder than my words ever could. I am here for all those voices that can't be heard, wrestlers, contenders, champions, management. The people who's rights I bleed for and the very violence in which Asylum was built on. We will be at war Strike, not just for the preservation of the people; but for violence and liberty. The law and order of APW. I represent hope, hope that those who have fallen have not been forgotten in the history of Asylum. Names like James Chambers, Ebon, Arcadia and Chris Cyrus.
It's been weeks since your introduction to Asylum and have still yet to have been introduced properly. What does that tell you? “Our newest member of Asylum, Chris Strike..........meh.” You've received nothing more than a swift kick in the ass and told to get to work. And that's exactly what you did. Your work was just as swift as the kick in the ass you got and just as swiftly, you jumped to meltdown for no good reason, then over to Overdrive for sits and giggles. For the sake of helping out an old friend? Maybe, but to me it shouts glory hound. I said hound, not hole.
You have no business on any other brand promoting them. Your job is to simply stay your ass on Asylum, shut the hell up, and get in line like the rest. Now; you can argue the same about me. However, I hold a MAJOR TITLE and it must be defended 24/7. You can also argue that if the piece of aluminum around YOUR waist is so worthless, then why do I want it so bad? It's a matter of principle. The Suicidal Championship is MY World Title and I will not rest until it's officially mine and I am APW's ONLY double champion.
I see your weaknesses Strike. It might have been harder to find if you weren't as “flamboyant” as you are. You seem to spend all of your time chasing the NOBLE HART'S of men instead of preparing for the beating of your life come Christmas Chaos. Do you still not see me as a threat yet Chris? Am I not good enough for you? Or maybe I'm too much of a “never will be” to be worth your time........betcha' if I had a web cam show you'd pay attention just a little bit more. Sorry Chris, no happy ending here for you.
You didn't think I'd miss an episode of Sally's sexy show did you? A team of sorts? Why does it not surprise me that you can't get the job done by yourself? Between you spending all of your time with Hart and Sally talking you up, it wouldn't shock me to see some fireworks happen. It seems as though Sally is looking for change, then we have something in common. I'm looking for change too, changing your gender from something of a male, to completely unknown. To rearrange your face so that it looks like you walk around doing hand stands all day. It makes no difference who or how many you bring to the party Strike. I am who I say I am and I make good on my promises. I WILL make you bleed and no amount of persuasion from you or anybody else will stop me. Consider THIS your official welcome.....
now get the fuck out!
”Remember why he failed.” He did not wish for tribute or song. No monuments or poems of war or valor. His wish was simple, “Remember me...”. This was his hope. Should any champion make their way to Asylum, in all of the countless matches, may the history show that he was willing to sacrifice everything for so little. Long I pondered to my champion's cryptic talk of victory. Time continues to prove him wise, from wrestler to wrestler....the word spread. He lays down his life for the fans inside the rugged terrain knows as the squared circle. Chris Strike faces obliteration, sheer terror gripping his heart with icy fingers knowing full well of the merciless horrors he will suffer at the fists of one man.
Soon to have to deal with a group of three, great odds for any Italian. This day, he will rescue the fans from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything anybody could imagine. Give thanks to Johnny Knuckles......TO VICTORY!!
The loud cry is enough to catch the attention of Knuckles who WAS staring at the sunset. He can't see who it is but the guy who was seemingly spouting off the life story of Knuckles realizes that he was heard.
Knuckles: HEY! Who the fuck is there?! How do you know so much about me?!
He may have gotten away with it back at the arena, but not here. Knuckles tries to chase the man down but he manages to get away faster than Knuckles could catch him as the scene fades.
*edit: sorry i was editing and previewing b4 posting and hit post by mistake. i believe i have 10 minutes to do so without anything negative and pretty sure i made deadine.
hope you enjoyed the read.**
