Strike three, you're out......

[Reaver]

Si vis pacem, para bellum.......

"If you wish for peace, prepare for war"

And so it has come full circle. My moment, my Christmas. I have spent the better portion of my APW career searching for opportunity but can't help but contemplate something somebody mentioned to me.

Entitlement

It's been said by plenty of people in the locker room that I have no business being in this match. Who am I to demand anything? First of all, I didn't demand anything. I was put here because I have the balls to speak up. The balls to point out what is wrong so that it can be made right. There's an old saying:

“Closed mouths; don't get fed.”

Nobody in APW is hungrier than I am. I always thought that if I worked hard enough and followed the rules then I would be rewarded. But since I don't have much of a reputation, I decided to speak up. Wouldn't you know, I was placed here without knowledge. Never once did I ever expect anything, I just go out and do what I do best. You can claim anything you like Strike, but the fact remains that I beat you twice in a row the last two Asylum shows. I didn't need fake signs, I didn't need outside interference, I beat you fair and now you can't handle it. You can't handle the fact that regardless of how much of a “nobody”, or “has been”, or “never will be” I am, that you failed miserably.

I'm curious as to how many excuses Sally gave you to come up with. You were injured? You weren't at your best? Your dog died? WHO CARES! I've lost over 100 times in my career over the past 12 years and now you have to walk around knowing that you lost to THAT guy. Live with the guilt Chris. Live with the shame. Live knowing that regardless of the outcome of this match, that it was THAT GUY who made you look more of a fool than you really are.

Now who has the “entitlement” issue? You and the rest of the people looking in that you associate yourself with can gripe about who deserves what based on reputation or hand jobs all you like. Here is your chance Strike. Finally shut me up. I triple dog dare you to. Just like the old playground days except I'll be smacking you down with my dick like a railroad spike and making you my bitch for a third time. There will be no games, no revenge, no redemption.....just punishment. I will bring chaos to Christmas and prepare for war. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my “Chris Strike Method” of doing things.....

WITH NONSENSICAL HUMOR!!

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A camera pans into a warm and cozy castle as the fire roars with excitement and the stockings above it make things look festive. A Christmas tree in the corner glistening with lights as a joyous “THOR, god of thunder” sings happily at his morning gift. This is.....

Christmas in Asgard!

”Thor”: The reward for Thor's good deeds? A shiny bicycle!

“Low-Key”: AWWW! A lump of coal?

A man, who conveniently has a strange resemblance to Jason Kash, checks his stocking to find a very unhappy surprise inside. His jealousy grows at the sight of the bike and hatred for the man riding it as he chings the bell. “President Odin”, who mysteriously looks like Jeff, scoffs at his sons with a drunken tear in his eye and a pint of ale in his hand.

”President Odin”: HA HA HA! I LOVE my son “Thor” and NOT my son “Low-Key”, and Santa Clause agrees! HA, my parenting is MOST inequitable.

“Thor”: I am OFF to the rainbow bridge to offer rides to the shirtless; muscular warriors who there congregate.

“Low-Key”, wearing “Thor's Helmet”, makes his way to the public bathroom inside a nearby McDonald's where he starts pissing on everybody, giving away free golden showers. The men being pissed on are very agitated but are so covered with his pee that they just walk away in disgust. All the while, he sings to himself. “SWEEEET I'm sooooooo peeeeeein' and I got great aim; cuz' I am the “god of thundaaarrrrrrr””. Urine all over the walls and the backs of men and even gets one in the face.

He continues to ruin his brothers good name throughout the town by doing some really stupid stuff, like pooing on the ground and throwing it onto oncoming traffic or stuffing his crotch with dirty socks and thrusting, in a very obscene manner, in front of an elementary school. Meanwhile back in Asgard, “Thor” is seen riding his shiny new bike; when he is suddenly thrown off by a very strange man wearing white robes and a pointed wooden hat.

”Thor”: Why hast thou knocked me off of my bicycle whilst looking for shirtless muscular warriors?

Raiden: I am the “God of Thunder” Raiden. I have come to challenge you for a fight to the death to see who is the one true god in MORTAL KOMBAT!

“Thor”:......very well.

DEATHBATTLE!!
...brought to you by Netflix

Tired from battle, both men manage to get up before a final blow as “Thor” tries to console Raiden.

”Thor”: Why dust thou not merge with me to become the TRUE “God of Thunder”?

Raiden: Would be such a shame to lose a worthy adversary......let's do it.

Both men stand; side by side and begin the long awaited tradition......

THE FUSION DANCE!!

Unison: FUUUUUUUUUSION! HA!!!!!!!!

One Jackass.....



PLUS


One Asshole.....



Equals.....




One ugly douche bag. The “God of Bullshit”

The image is then shut off and suddenly moved as a pair of huge repo men haul off a 72” flat screen television set. We find ourselves inside Knuckles apartment which has seemingly been slowly “remodeled” as of late. With his possessions being repossessed in order to pay for court fees, Knuckles meager life continues to get more and more meager by the day. It seems with all of the negative publicity, his only “friend” is the camera guy assigned to him by Reginald.

Knuckles: HEY!! I was watching that! I was TRYING to get myself prepared for Christmas Chaos......

Mike: By watching Robot Chicken?

Knuckles: The hell is Robot Chicken? I thought it was a documentary on the birth and holiday of Chris Strike.

Mike: Very funny John. Still the same old slapstick that kept you from getting title shots in the first place.

That last comment seemed to bring Knuckles from a calm, relaxed state of mind and almost immediately into a blood lust. It was almost as if Knuckles hard work over the past couple of years meant nothing and it surely hit a sore spot with him.

Knuckles: What the hell do YOU know about hard work? I spent my APW career doing everything right and for what? To be passed over? Not this time....

Mike: What do I know? You got passed over because people looked at you like a joke. Aren't you supposed to be the sickest guy on Asylum? Aren't you supposed to be the measuring stick for anybody that walks in? I love your work ethic John but I hate your attitude. Stop treating everything like a joke and hurt somebody like you claim. You want to change the world? You can't do it sitting on the couch.

His words emanated through Knuckles mind, echoing over and over. Never were there truer words spoken and stuck like this. Knuckles wanted a change and felt that his time was long overdue. He has bled and suffered to bring in the money for APW and helped make Asylum worth more than it's ever been.

Mike: Well? You going to do anything about it or just sit there and look stupid?

Knuckles: You're right....

Mike: ….....

Knuckles: For far too long, I have been the work horse, the back bone of Asylum; and for what? Chris Strike to come along and take it from me? Well I sure as hell took it right back. It don't do what I do for laughs Mike. I did it to get into the minds of whoever is across from me. How can anybody predict what will happen? That's why I'm a sick fuck. There IS method to the madness.

Mike: Look, I know there's a lot on your plate. Kealey stealing your identity and claiming you stole his, Strike trying to take over, Sally's Four Pillars, and not to mention the whole reason you started this trip for....Jason Kash.

The bane of Knuckles existence, Jason Kash. This never had anything to do with Strike, but Jason Kash. He fought so hard to be the champion of violence for Kash to come around and get there first, like always. It wasn't about who get's there first, he thought, it was about who's there at the end. Knuckles stands up and looks around his almost empty apartment and grits his teeth. He hands clenched, ready for war. It was time to end the games and go head first into his own personal hell.

Knuckles: I'll deal with Kealey another day. Court has been draining the fight out of me, especially knowing that Jeff won't give me any more money to deal with the fees. Certain things are covered but I need my pay day and that can't happen unless I do the damn near impossible and pin Kash.

Mike: Now THAT sounds like the Knuckles I believe has a damn good chance, a great chance of winning. What will you do now?

Knuckles: What can I do? I need to look forward but in order to do that, I need to see the mistakes I've made and learn from them. Jason will no doubt come full swing and just like Strike last week, he will probably use corny and useless shit to distract from the truth.

Mike: And what's the truth?

Knuckles: I'm the only person in this match that has anything worth fighting for.....

Over the years, Knuckles desire has grown and grown. His lack of opportunity is as irrelevant as Jason Kash's place on the APW most wanted list. This as his time and if he wanted to take advantage of it, he had better prepare harder than he has ever prepared before. He made his way off the couch, and out the door with his mind set on changing the world as the scene fades.

Knuckles: With all my problems as of late, I can't help but wonder how this all began. Let's start with One Night In Hell. A last minute entry costed me my title shot. It's not enough that I beat you down into a bloody pulp Chris. I want you to truly understand why. You waltz into MY home of APW, MY home of Asylum and take away my “thunder”, so to speak, just because of your reputation. It was my big mouth that put me into a position where I was granted something for my hard work and now you want to take that away from me too? I thought you were a man of class Strike. I thought that maybe you would understand but you sure proved me wrong. You took from me; something I earned and over the past month, I took it back. Even with all of the excuses and busy schedule, I still laid you out twice and now you have to live with the shame, the guilt of knowing that the least likely person to stand up to you, put you down and out you down hard.

Go ahead and try to refute what has happened and make all the claims you like about how you are the biggest name I've beaten. You're not but go ahead and stake that claim, whatever helps you sleep at night right champ? That is the entitlement I was talking about. The ego driven bullshit that has people lining up to suck you off. I don't buy your brand Strike. I don't buy into all the hype. I'm that guy who gets down and dirty because there's nothing but pride at stake. That's what this is really all about Chris. I've dealt with people like you my whole life and nothing about you is original, not to me. I am THE BEST at what I do and not you, not Jason, not Jeff could say anything otherwise. You've stepped into my world and quickly found out how harsh the truth can be. Now go back to SCW in shame knowing that you lost over and over again to a man who is considered.....”SUB PAR”.

Don't think I've forgotten about you Jason. You couldn't even get it done against THIS asshole and yet you still brag about beating me? For nearly seven years, you've been ranting about ending my career and yet here we are and I'm still around to piss you off. And I'M the guy who failed? PFFT, build a bridge and get the fuck over it already. You've managed to put me down for the three count too many times to actually count but the one thing you could never do was put me out of commission. What does that say about you Jason? Mr. Grand slam? Take your shit back to Denny's and get your $3.99 back.

If there is one advantage that I have over both of you, it's that I'm hungrier. Strike has a legacy, Kash has a meal that gives you indigestion. Me? Nobody wants this or needs this more. Nobody is more willing to sacrifice everything to justify the means to the end. They say that even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then, and this one just happens to be found inside Jason's girlfriend's mouth. I may be that blind squirrel but I sure found my nut. I going into Christmas Chaos and I'm taking what is rightfully mine. I also have one more thing that neither of you guys have in this match........

Home field advantage.