Post by Reaver on Dec 8, 2012 1:44:14 GMT -4
There was a chill in the air......
The cold winters night; combined with the gusts of wind made it almost unbearable to stand outside. People didn't seem to mind the chill since there was only 18 more days until Christmas. The hustle and bustle of city life in Manhattan was no joke this time of year. All the department stores had their window displays completely decked out, there were people ice skating in the rink, and as always; the Salvation Army had their “ARMY” of Santa's out trying to collect for the needy.
The one thing that made everything come together was the tree. The Christmas tradition ever since 1933 and stood over 100 feet tall. THIS was what it was all about. It had class, style, honor.....all things that Knuckles felt were taken away from him in recent weeks. The camera zooms in on a shadow figure just looming under it as if he was presenting himself to the tree. Paying homage if you will.
Knuckles: This tree means a lot to the people of the city. It's might, it's tradition.....this tree IS the spirit of the holidays regardless of what you celebrate this time of year. This tree represent honor and respect. I stand here gazing up at it in sheer awe, much like the fans and most of the locker room takes to Chris Strike. The difference being that eventually, Strike will come down. There will no more lights, no more sparkle, and nobody to care about him when it's all said and done.
Do I offend you Chris? Does the very sight of me make your blood boil? I stand here willing to bleed to death for your challenge and still you ignore the inevitable. It makes me wonder if you went back to the Sally's F-Troop and cried your eyes out about losing to an absolute nobody like me. How does it make you feel that no matter what you do or say, the record books will never change and you have to live with the first blemish coming from me? Now, you can argue all you want about how you weren't at your best Strike, but who gives a shit? A loss is a loss. A man of your record and ability should be at their best no matter what the circumstances. I guess the only thing you learned since being in APW is how to make excuses as good as Sally does.
Knuckles looks down at the skaters in the ice rink and shakes his head. It reminds him of the first time he tried to skate and ended up falling on his ass more times than he'd like to remember. He certainly sat the hell out that ice rink. He sure showed it. He chuckles to himself then turns back around at the tree.
Knuckles: I can't honestly sit here and say that I am at MY best Chris. Truth be told, I'm not really sure how I am at the moment. Between the attacks in recent weeks, then the absolute mark out of an old friend returning to make my life a living hell. What do you ay to something like that? What does anybody? Chris Kealey was always that kind of person to hold a grudge, but why now? Why here of all places? I don't understand what he expects to accomplish by getting in my way against you, against Kash and for the Suicidal Championship.
This is why my focus needed work. This is why I am here, where it all began. My head needed to be clear, needed to be re-focused so that I can finally put to rest; the one thing I've been searching for. APW gold. The Dark Match Championship was finally created and there's no better place for it than around my waist. Now, I'm sure you're going to agree but the purpose here is to be the FIRST EVER double champion in APW. No, this isn't a game. This is totally legit. I will be the first person to hold two titles at the same time and I'll do it on your terms Strike. I'll do it on Kash's terms. Most importantly, I'll do it on my terms.
All of this seems confusing doesn't it? That's kind of the point. Smoke and mirror tactics remember Strike? This is how I cut through your defenses. While you sit there and think I'm this way, I'm over there and fucking your shit up while I'm at it. This might seem like a game to you but this is reality for me. I've spent a lifetime and made a career out of facing some of the best in this business and you are just another notch on my belt. Win or lose it makes no difference. The people around the world watch as I stand toe to toe and holding my own against the likes of you and they will say, “WOW” just at the sheer fact that you are just a man.
I have proven this to be fact already. Not at your best? PFFT! A pussy is just a pussy and you are no different. Not saying you fear me but if you had ANY respect for this business, APW or even me for that matter, you would show up ready to die defending what is rightfully mine. If the last Asylum is any indication of what Christmas Chaos is going to be like, then you are in serious trouble and I will be the new champ.
Knuckles walks away from the tree and heads down the street where there's a line of people waiting to window shop; so to speak. The high end department stores have barricades set up like an airport but without the gentle man with the rubber glove at the end of the maze. He was so nice wasn't he? Anyways, these lines are very long but go pretty quickly. People walk through as if this was an amusement park ride but without the satisfaction of an intense rush of adrenaline. What they get in it's place is a feeling of warmth while looking at all of the Christmas décor in the windows.
Knuckles: Ahh yes, the time honored tradition of standing in line and rushing to wait. Is it me or does all of this seem rushed? I mean, it used to be where they light the tree a week into December and unveil these windows another week later. Now? It starts back in November on the newely crowned “Black Thursday” since Black Friday wasn't soon enough. People are in such rush to do nothing just like you Strike. You rushed to take my spot in this division and rushed to steal the win from Kash to rub it in my face. What did you get for your “rushing” around? Five good stiff chair shots to the back and your first APW loss, one shot for every moment that you thought you deserved ahead of me.
Christmas Chaos is closing in and your temporary reign as Suicidal Champion is just that. You are what I like to call a transitional champion Strike. You are the factor I needed to get my edge over Kash and if anything I should be thanking you. I was motivated to not only beat Kash but to beat you and beat you I did. I beat you for everything I have and for everything you are. I put you in your place for just a brief moment to show everybody that your attempts to hurt my pride would not be successful. I can respect you all I want but it wouldn't mean anything. You're still the douchey' prick who walked in thinking that you had the world in the palm of your hands only to open it and realize that it's covered in blood from the wound I opened on your face. Christmas Chaos will not be revenge or retribution, redemption or revenge....it will be punishment.
Knuckles makes his way through the line and “oooohs” and “ahhhhs” with the rest of the people in line at the wonderful display they have. It's almost as if he was Ralphie and he saw the Rider Rider Carbine Action Air Rifle and couldn't help but glisten with Christmas Spirit. His cheeks grew rosy red and his heart melted. It's almost as if this feeling he had made all of his recent troubles simply disappear.
Knuckles: With all that is happened, I can't help but shed a tear at the spirit of the season. This is MY time Strike. Christmas will come early for me this year and it won't be Santa giving me the Suicidal Championship and a pin fall over Kash to do it, it will be me earning it. The one thing you know nothing about. The one thing you seem to have forgotten in all of the years in this business. Your name may have an immortal reputation to it, much like the Christmas tree, but unlike that tree; your immortality comes with a price. You gave up your self respect and dignity to walk around pretending that you were a “god” only to fail at the hands of some has been man. A “never will be”.
This Asylum will end no differently than the last one Chris. You can hide behind the World Champ and use her excuses as your own against me all you want but the fact is that I may not stop at five chair shots this time. I may hurt you so bad that I take you out of Christmas Chaos all together and walk around calling myself Kratos, the “god killer”. I personally don't believe in “gods” Strike. I was born in April which makes me an Aries. Aries was known as the Roman God of War and being Italian, that makes me one violent mother fucker. And even though I don't believe in gods, I believe in myself and that's more than enough to put you down for the three count. You've ignored me for the last time Strike and I hope now that you will wake your ass up and see that I am everything I say I am. Last time, I showed the world that even a “god” could bleed. This time? I'll show the “god of thunder” that lightning can STRIKE twice in the same place......
Knuckles bundles up and heads down the street as the scene fades.
The cold winters night; combined with the gusts of wind made it almost unbearable to stand outside. People didn't seem to mind the chill since there was only 18 more days until Christmas. The hustle and bustle of city life in Manhattan was no joke this time of year. All the department stores had their window displays completely decked out, there were people ice skating in the rink, and as always; the Salvation Army had their “ARMY” of Santa's out trying to collect for the needy.
The one thing that made everything come together was the tree. The Christmas tradition ever since 1933 and stood over 100 feet tall. THIS was what it was all about. It had class, style, honor.....all things that Knuckles felt were taken away from him in recent weeks. The camera zooms in on a shadow figure just looming under it as if he was presenting himself to the tree. Paying homage if you will.
Knuckles: This tree means a lot to the people of the city. It's might, it's tradition.....this tree IS the spirit of the holidays regardless of what you celebrate this time of year. This tree represent honor and respect. I stand here gazing up at it in sheer awe, much like the fans and most of the locker room takes to Chris Strike. The difference being that eventually, Strike will come down. There will no more lights, no more sparkle, and nobody to care about him when it's all said and done.
Do I offend you Chris? Does the very sight of me make your blood boil? I stand here willing to bleed to death for your challenge and still you ignore the inevitable. It makes me wonder if you went back to the Sally's F-Troop and cried your eyes out about losing to an absolute nobody like me. How does it make you feel that no matter what you do or say, the record books will never change and you have to live with the first blemish coming from me? Now, you can argue all you want about how you weren't at your best Strike, but who gives a shit? A loss is a loss. A man of your record and ability should be at their best no matter what the circumstances. I guess the only thing you learned since being in APW is how to make excuses as good as Sally does.
Knuckles looks down at the skaters in the ice rink and shakes his head. It reminds him of the first time he tried to skate and ended up falling on his ass more times than he'd like to remember. He certainly sat the hell out that ice rink. He sure showed it. He chuckles to himself then turns back around at the tree.
Knuckles: I can't honestly sit here and say that I am at MY best Chris. Truth be told, I'm not really sure how I am at the moment. Between the attacks in recent weeks, then the absolute mark out of an old friend returning to make my life a living hell. What do you ay to something like that? What does anybody? Chris Kealey was always that kind of person to hold a grudge, but why now? Why here of all places? I don't understand what he expects to accomplish by getting in my way against you, against Kash and for the Suicidal Championship.
This is why my focus needed work. This is why I am here, where it all began. My head needed to be clear, needed to be re-focused so that I can finally put to rest; the one thing I've been searching for. APW gold. The Dark Match Championship was finally created and there's no better place for it than around my waist. Now, I'm sure you're going to agree but the purpose here is to be the FIRST EVER double champion in APW. No, this isn't a game. This is totally legit. I will be the first person to hold two titles at the same time and I'll do it on your terms Strike. I'll do it on Kash's terms. Most importantly, I'll do it on my terms.
All of this seems confusing doesn't it? That's kind of the point. Smoke and mirror tactics remember Strike? This is how I cut through your defenses. While you sit there and think I'm this way, I'm over there and fucking your shit up while I'm at it. This might seem like a game to you but this is reality for me. I've spent a lifetime and made a career out of facing some of the best in this business and you are just another notch on my belt. Win or lose it makes no difference. The people around the world watch as I stand toe to toe and holding my own against the likes of you and they will say, “WOW” just at the sheer fact that you are just a man.
I have proven this to be fact already. Not at your best? PFFT! A pussy is just a pussy and you are no different. Not saying you fear me but if you had ANY respect for this business, APW or even me for that matter, you would show up ready to die defending what is rightfully mine. If the last Asylum is any indication of what Christmas Chaos is going to be like, then you are in serious trouble and I will be the new champ.
Knuckles walks away from the tree and heads down the street where there's a line of people waiting to window shop; so to speak. The high end department stores have barricades set up like an airport but without the gentle man with the rubber glove at the end of the maze. He was so nice wasn't he? Anyways, these lines are very long but go pretty quickly. People walk through as if this was an amusement park ride but without the satisfaction of an intense rush of adrenaline. What they get in it's place is a feeling of warmth while looking at all of the Christmas décor in the windows.
Knuckles: Ahh yes, the time honored tradition of standing in line and rushing to wait. Is it me or does all of this seem rushed? I mean, it used to be where they light the tree a week into December and unveil these windows another week later. Now? It starts back in November on the newely crowned “Black Thursday” since Black Friday wasn't soon enough. People are in such rush to do nothing just like you Strike. You rushed to take my spot in this division and rushed to steal the win from Kash to rub it in my face. What did you get for your “rushing” around? Five good stiff chair shots to the back and your first APW loss, one shot for every moment that you thought you deserved ahead of me.
Christmas Chaos is closing in and your temporary reign as Suicidal Champion is just that. You are what I like to call a transitional champion Strike. You are the factor I needed to get my edge over Kash and if anything I should be thanking you. I was motivated to not only beat Kash but to beat you and beat you I did. I beat you for everything I have and for everything you are. I put you in your place for just a brief moment to show everybody that your attempts to hurt my pride would not be successful. I can respect you all I want but it wouldn't mean anything. You're still the douchey' prick who walked in thinking that you had the world in the palm of your hands only to open it and realize that it's covered in blood from the wound I opened on your face. Christmas Chaos will not be revenge or retribution, redemption or revenge....it will be punishment.
Knuckles makes his way through the line and “oooohs” and “ahhhhs” with the rest of the people in line at the wonderful display they have. It's almost as if he was Ralphie and he saw the Rider Rider Carbine Action Air Rifle and couldn't help but glisten with Christmas Spirit. His cheeks grew rosy red and his heart melted. It's almost as if this feeling he had made all of his recent troubles simply disappear.
Knuckles: With all that is happened, I can't help but shed a tear at the spirit of the season. This is MY time Strike. Christmas will come early for me this year and it won't be Santa giving me the Suicidal Championship and a pin fall over Kash to do it, it will be me earning it. The one thing you know nothing about. The one thing you seem to have forgotten in all of the years in this business. Your name may have an immortal reputation to it, much like the Christmas tree, but unlike that tree; your immortality comes with a price. You gave up your self respect and dignity to walk around pretending that you were a “god” only to fail at the hands of some has been man. A “never will be”.
This Asylum will end no differently than the last one Chris. You can hide behind the World Champ and use her excuses as your own against me all you want but the fact is that I may not stop at five chair shots this time. I may hurt you so bad that I take you out of Christmas Chaos all together and walk around calling myself Kratos, the “god killer”. I personally don't believe in “gods” Strike. I was born in April which makes me an Aries. Aries was known as the Roman God of War and being Italian, that makes me one violent mother fucker. And even though I don't believe in gods, I believe in myself and that's more than enough to put you down for the three count. You've ignored me for the last time Strike and I hope now that you will wake your ass up and see that I am everything I say I am. Last time, I showed the world that even a “god” could bleed. This time? I'll show the “god of thunder” that lightning can STRIKE twice in the same place......
Knuckles bundles up and heads down the street as the scene fades.
