Post by Reaver on Dec 22, 2012 1:15:08 GMT -4
Knuckles: No Jason. No games, no gimmicks, no parodies. Just you, and me.
Over the years, Knuckles has had success and defeat; everywhere from other companies to tournaments, even The Experts matches he's been in. The one thing that has always been in the back of his mind was Jason Kash. Like a virus, it stuck around. The new herpes if you will. It has plagued Knuckles time and time again, costing him his very sanity. Nights spent in a cold sweat, not out of fear but out of trepidation, agitation. He longs for his chance to finish what was started all those years ago, and will almost stop at nothing to do it. When Rasslemania came and gone, when Mayhem came and gone, there was an uneasy presence about him. Something was wrong, something....incomplete. Try and try as he might to get the next spot to go back to war, only to end in utter failure. The virus spread and it no longer was his goal to pin Jason Kash, it was his obsession.....his curse.
The scene opens as Johnny Knuckles is seen in an empty lot on the “less glitzy” side of New York where a group of local young men, who just happen to have colored spray paint to draw graffiti, finish up a job that was recently asked of them. He pulls out a few bucks and hands it to them. They look on in disgust and shake their heads at Knuckles. He shrugs his shoulders as if to say, “What? That's all I got.” They throw their empty canisters at Knuckles who cringe to avoid them as they walk away disappointed. The story of Knuckles life I suppose. Turning to the walls, he grins and is pleased with the work.
Knuckles: This has been a long time coming Jason, history in the making. Six, almost seven years have been spent trying to put your shoulders to the mat. That's damn near half my career. Does it make you proud that I've seemingly wasted it on you? I certainly have no regrets.
Knuckles points up at the first of a few pieces of artwork that was graffitied onto the wall behind him. He bundles up tight with the cold frigged New York City night air blowing down hard. With the Christmas lights flickering from across the street from certain apartments, it makes these pieces of art almost glimmer on their own as if they came to life. Looking up, it's a huge picture, or interpretation, of a championship belt on the ground near two men who seemingly went through a table with a ladder laying on top of them.
Knuckles: Does this look familiar Jason? This was our first match against each other, a tables, ladders, and chairs match for the X-Division Championship back in TCW, circa 2006. Do you remember what you said to me Jason? “They cheer for you but bet on me......” Those words stuck with me and as we beat the living hell out of each other, as we both had ahold of the belt, we some how pulled it down together; throwing us both off balance and we fell 16 feet through a table. The referee looked at the replay and even though neither of us had the belt in hand, he handed it to you. You had won the match by a fraction of a second when it slipped out of my hands before yours. You had won and you were PISSED! The first thing out of your mouth was “rematch”. You didn't want to win on controversy Kash and thus stemming our long rivalry for each other. It was here that gave me my first loss since returning and it came at your hands.
Over the course of a couple of years, we had match after match with each other. Tag matches, triple threats with Ryan Wisler, four way dances with Joey Fresh. We blew the roof off of every venue and the outcome was the same. You formed alliances and ran shit. Kind of like prison Kash, I learned to kill or be killed; more so than ever. You knocking me off my “high” horse, so to speak, pushed me to go on and become World Champion. Wouldn't have happened if I was still X-Division Champ and it was because of the hatred I had for you that gave me the drive I needed to succeed. Are you proud of me yet?
He needed something in order to beat Kash. It was here that he had developed the Will that was necessary. Knuckles blows on his hands in hopes of warming them just a little bit more before moving onto the next piece of work. It was the picture of a wrestling ring that, honest to god, looks like a car wreck. Bodies lying everywhere, Kash is on the outside holding his ankle while Knuckles was inside holding a belt high into the air.
Knuckles: How about this one Jason? Remember that night in that all out six man war we had back in RWF for the National Championship? No disqualification in what seemed to last an eternity. Should I tell the people who watch APW how I threw you off the apron and onto the guard rail? Should I tell everybody how I damn near decapitated your ankle and put you on the injured reserve for almost six months? This was where I put you on the shelf and took the National Championship away from you Jason. I won the match but FAR from beating you. I didn't pin you but I took from you; what you coveted most at that point in time. Are you proud of me yet Jason?
His fists begin to clench and his eyes widen. The curse was acting up again through the memories of the past. Knuckles thought he threw them away, he thought he was over it but he was wrong. It consumed him more and more with each passing breath, with each passing thought. His hands begin to bleed from his fingers digging into them so hard. It looked as though he had crucified himself at that very moment. Perhaps he did.. Like the mighty Phoenix, he would rise out of the ashes and become whole. Who knows? The memories started consuming him as he slammed his fist against the wall. He glared up at the next image and began hating himself. This was the place where he had developed the focus of mind.
Looking up, it was the image of vindication. It was a picture of Knuckles standing in a ring; holding up yet another championship, but this one didn't have a massive car wreck on it like the past one. There was only Knuckles and Kash, standing side by side in unity, in praise.
Knuckles DAMN YOU JASON! Why? Why me? Why was I chosen to join you as a team back in UWF? After years of searching, I finally found where you were hiding and I stepped up to finally get myself a piece. I stepped up to finish what had been started and it all went to shit. Instead of ripping UWF apart at the seams, we joined forces and owned. Looking back, I realize why now. You were scared. I was undefeated and had won myself the UWF Hardcore Championship while you had struggled over and over. You lost to Gabriel Aligheri, a man who I laid to waste not once but twice, all the while I remained undefeated.
You wanted to team because it was here that you were no match for the likes of me. It was here that you realized that you couldn't find the heart to put me away like you did all those years ago. It was here that they cheered for you but this time they bet on me and THAT was why you wanted me as an ally. You knew that if we ever went head to head that you would not only pinned but potentially crippled. You saw the hunger in my eyes. You knew the thirst for blood I had and, ingeniously I might add, stayed on the same side as me rather than across from me. Did that make you proud of me Jason?
Knuckles grabs the can of spray paint and tries his best to cover this picture up but does a very sloppy job of it. He tosses the can down the street and holds his head against the brick wall. He begins to breath heavily as he punches it over and over. Knuckles begins to feel angry. He felt betrayed. He felt as if Jason had robbed him of his chance in UWF and began resenting him for it. It's not all Kash's fault though. Knuckles hated himself for allowing himself to be persuaded so easily. If there was one thing he had gotten out of it all, it was his strength that grew.
Knuckles looked up and saw big letters spelling out, “APW”. This is where things really took a turn for the worst. DANGERTAINMENT had shown up on the scene after some “legal issues” forced Kash out of UWF and Knuckles followed. The balance of power had shifted and it almost seemed to phase Knuckles out. In the beginning, Knuckles had carried Dangertainment but with the change of scenery, so did the weight of success.
Knuckles: DT was riding high wasn't it Jason? We added a third, we brought APW lots of money, we put people on notice. Level One himself recruited us to immediately join him as the “Free Agents” and we made our presence felt as we took the 2011 Survive and Conquer match by storm. You didn't fare too well but I started off and finished top 7th out of 40 people. Top ten in the first try isn't too shabby if I do say so myself. The top talent in Level One and Sally Talfourd knew to take us seriously.
This is where things went sour. I needed time off for myself but the very second I left, DT went to shit and crumbled under YOUR feet. You let it die before I had the chance to return and that started a chain reaction of events. You were the Tap Out Champion, you were one half of the Tag Team Champions and DT died, for what? So you could pleasure yourself with gold? So you could smack people with your dick and claim rights to all MY hard work? Then look what happened. You lost to The Red Shield Mafia. You Srrious? (HA HA!)
I guess it didn't come without reward though, you beat Sally Talfourd and became the World Heavyweight Champion all on your own. I can't say that I wasn't pleased but you ignored every phone call, every text I sent you. You changed Jason. You really let yourself go with greed and lust for more power. That was why I returned, to put you down like the rabid bitch you were. Survive and Conquer 2012 came and I begged Reginald to give me a piece of you but he refused. Because you were champ, I didn't have rights and needed to earn my spot. So I did. I fought my ass off to make the final four and if it hadn't been for Azrael Goeren, I would have won the damn thing. Even still, 4th out of 86 is one hell of a feat and Reginald had no choice but to put us together at Rasslemania. This was where history repeated itself and another chapter in our history closed with the same ending as the rest of them did.
The final picture was of the Dark Match Championship. Knuckles grinned and knew what it really stood for. It was the final piece of the puzzle, the last thing he needed in order to finish what he had started. This was where he found his weapon, his “influence”. The very thing he didn't have nine months prior, he was able to forge himself.
Knuckles: I had acquired my will, I had found my focus, I had grown in strength and I earned my influence. The very things I need to finish you off Jason. Are you proud of me yet Jason? Are you? ARE YOU!? TELL ME KASH! TELL ME HOW PROUD OF ME YOU ARE!
Knuckles grabs his hair and begins to pull....HARD. His skull cap that he was wearing ripped in half and with it were a few strands of hair that he seemed to rip out as well. The curse was starting to take over and the obsession grew stronger.
Knuckles: TELL ME JASON!! TELL ME HOW PROUD OF ME YOU ARE! TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT TO END MY CAREER! YOU CAN TRY AS YOU MIGHT BUT BEFORE MY CAREER IS FINISHED, I WILL HAVE YOU BEATEN, EVEN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I EVER DO!!
Chris Strike couldn't stop me, Reginald couldn't stop me, and you sure as hell won't stop me from doing what I do best and that's hurting people. I will FINALLY put you out of your misery Jason. For all the names I've beaten that you couldn't, since you like dropping names so badly, Gabriel Aligheri, Demon Ted Soul, Phil Atken, Alioth Starre, Chris Strike...yours will be my absolute favorite. I will FINALLY make you eat every single word you threw in my face. For all the big names I went face to face with like Brad Jackson and Shane Clemmens, names whom you were too afraid to face because you were afraid of a beat down. For the 99 times or so I've lost to you, all it takes is one and in that one moment; you will finally understand that it doesn't make a damn difference what you've done in the past.
Just like Chris Strike this past month, you too will live with the shame of having to lose to THIS guy. The same guy that people look on as a joke, the same guy that people see as worthless and pathetic. You will not only lose to THIS guy, but you will be pinned and forced to live with the shame of knowing that you could NEVER get the job done. They will cheer you but bet on me just as the roles were reversed almost seven years ago. End MY career Kash? Not before I take yours and drag it down with me.......
My obsession will now be YOUR curse.
His breath is heavy but slowly starting to ease. He looks over and notices a Christmas tree on the horizon and grins to himself. Christmas will come early this year as he walks away as the scene fades.
Over the years, Knuckles has had success and defeat; everywhere from other companies to tournaments, even The Experts matches he's been in. The one thing that has always been in the back of his mind was Jason Kash. Like a virus, it stuck around. The new herpes if you will. It has plagued Knuckles time and time again, costing him his very sanity. Nights spent in a cold sweat, not out of fear but out of trepidation, agitation. He longs for his chance to finish what was started all those years ago, and will almost stop at nothing to do it. When Rasslemania came and gone, when Mayhem came and gone, there was an uneasy presence about him. Something was wrong, something....incomplete. Try and try as he might to get the next spot to go back to war, only to end in utter failure. The virus spread and it no longer was his goal to pin Jason Kash, it was his obsession.....his curse.
The scene opens as Johnny Knuckles is seen in an empty lot on the “less glitzy” side of New York where a group of local young men, who just happen to have colored spray paint to draw graffiti, finish up a job that was recently asked of them. He pulls out a few bucks and hands it to them. They look on in disgust and shake their heads at Knuckles. He shrugs his shoulders as if to say, “What? That's all I got.” They throw their empty canisters at Knuckles who cringe to avoid them as they walk away disappointed. The story of Knuckles life I suppose. Turning to the walls, he grins and is pleased with the work.
Knuckles: This has been a long time coming Jason, history in the making. Six, almost seven years have been spent trying to put your shoulders to the mat. That's damn near half my career. Does it make you proud that I've seemingly wasted it on you? I certainly have no regrets.
Knuckles points up at the first of a few pieces of artwork that was graffitied onto the wall behind him. He bundles up tight with the cold frigged New York City night air blowing down hard. With the Christmas lights flickering from across the street from certain apartments, it makes these pieces of art almost glimmer on their own as if they came to life. Looking up, it's a huge picture, or interpretation, of a championship belt on the ground near two men who seemingly went through a table with a ladder laying on top of them.
Knuckles: Does this look familiar Jason? This was our first match against each other, a tables, ladders, and chairs match for the X-Division Championship back in TCW, circa 2006. Do you remember what you said to me Jason? “They cheer for you but bet on me......” Those words stuck with me and as we beat the living hell out of each other, as we both had ahold of the belt, we some how pulled it down together; throwing us both off balance and we fell 16 feet through a table. The referee looked at the replay and even though neither of us had the belt in hand, he handed it to you. You had won the match by a fraction of a second when it slipped out of my hands before yours. You had won and you were PISSED! The first thing out of your mouth was “rematch”. You didn't want to win on controversy Kash and thus stemming our long rivalry for each other. It was here that gave me my first loss since returning and it came at your hands.
Over the course of a couple of years, we had match after match with each other. Tag matches, triple threats with Ryan Wisler, four way dances with Joey Fresh. We blew the roof off of every venue and the outcome was the same. You formed alliances and ran shit. Kind of like prison Kash, I learned to kill or be killed; more so than ever. You knocking me off my “high” horse, so to speak, pushed me to go on and become World Champion. Wouldn't have happened if I was still X-Division Champ and it was because of the hatred I had for you that gave me the drive I needed to succeed. Are you proud of me yet?
He needed something in order to beat Kash. It was here that he had developed the Will that was necessary. Knuckles blows on his hands in hopes of warming them just a little bit more before moving onto the next piece of work. It was the picture of a wrestling ring that, honest to god, looks like a car wreck. Bodies lying everywhere, Kash is on the outside holding his ankle while Knuckles was inside holding a belt high into the air.
Knuckles: How about this one Jason? Remember that night in that all out six man war we had back in RWF for the National Championship? No disqualification in what seemed to last an eternity. Should I tell the people who watch APW how I threw you off the apron and onto the guard rail? Should I tell everybody how I damn near decapitated your ankle and put you on the injured reserve for almost six months? This was where I put you on the shelf and took the National Championship away from you Jason. I won the match but FAR from beating you. I didn't pin you but I took from you; what you coveted most at that point in time. Are you proud of me yet Jason?
His fists begin to clench and his eyes widen. The curse was acting up again through the memories of the past. Knuckles thought he threw them away, he thought he was over it but he was wrong. It consumed him more and more with each passing breath, with each passing thought. His hands begin to bleed from his fingers digging into them so hard. It looked as though he had crucified himself at that very moment. Perhaps he did.. Like the mighty Phoenix, he would rise out of the ashes and become whole. Who knows? The memories started consuming him as he slammed his fist against the wall. He glared up at the next image and began hating himself. This was the place where he had developed the focus of mind.
Looking up, it was the image of vindication. It was a picture of Knuckles standing in a ring; holding up yet another championship, but this one didn't have a massive car wreck on it like the past one. There was only Knuckles and Kash, standing side by side in unity, in praise.
Knuckles DAMN YOU JASON! Why? Why me? Why was I chosen to join you as a team back in UWF? After years of searching, I finally found where you were hiding and I stepped up to finally get myself a piece. I stepped up to finish what had been started and it all went to shit. Instead of ripping UWF apart at the seams, we joined forces and owned. Looking back, I realize why now. You were scared. I was undefeated and had won myself the UWF Hardcore Championship while you had struggled over and over. You lost to Gabriel Aligheri, a man who I laid to waste not once but twice, all the while I remained undefeated.
You wanted to team because it was here that you were no match for the likes of me. It was here that you realized that you couldn't find the heart to put me away like you did all those years ago. It was here that they cheered for you but this time they bet on me and THAT was why you wanted me as an ally. You knew that if we ever went head to head that you would not only pinned but potentially crippled. You saw the hunger in my eyes. You knew the thirst for blood I had and, ingeniously I might add, stayed on the same side as me rather than across from me. Did that make you proud of me Jason?
Knuckles grabs the can of spray paint and tries his best to cover this picture up but does a very sloppy job of it. He tosses the can down the street and holds his head against the brick wall. He begins to breath heavily as he punches it over and over. Knuckles begins to feel angry. He felt betrayed. He felt as if Jason had robbed him of his chance in UWF and began resenting him for it. It's not all Kash's fault though. Knuckles hated himself for allowing himself to be persuaded so easily. If there was one thing he had gotten out of it all, it was his strength that grew.
Knuckles looked up and saw big letters spelling out, “APW”. This is where things really took a turn for the worst. DANGERTAINMENT had shown up on the scene after some “legal issues” forced Kash out of UWF and Knuckles followed. The balance of power had shifted and it almost seemed to phase Knuckles out. In the beginning, Knuckles had carried Dangertainment but with the change of scenery, so did the weight of success.
Knuckles: DT was riding high wasn't it Jason? We added a third, we brought APW lots of money, we put people on notice. Level One himself recruited us to immediately join him as the “Free Agents” and we made our presence felt as we took the 2011 Survive and Conquer match by storm. You didn't fare too well but I started off and finished top 7th out of 40 people. Top ten in the first try isn't too shabby if I do say so myself. The top talent in Level One and Sally Talfourd knew to take us seriously.
This is where things went sour. I needed time off for myself but the very second I left, DT went to shit and crumbled under YOUR feet. You let it die before I had the chance to return and that started a chain reaction of events. You were the Tap Out Champion, you were one half of the Tag Team Champions and DT died, for what? So you could pleasure yourself with gold? So you could smack people with your dick and claim rights to all MY hard work? Then look what happened. You lost to The Red Shield Mafia. You Srrious? (HA HA!)
I guess it didn't come without reward though, you beat Sally Talfourd and became the World Heavyweight Champion all on your own. I can't say that I wasn't pleased but you ignored every phone call, every text I sent you. You changed Jason. You really let yourself go with greed and lust for more power. That was why I returned, to put you down like the rabid bitch you were. Survive and Conquer 2012 came and I begged Reginald to give me a piece of you but he refused. Because you were champ, I didn't have rights and needed to earn my spot. So I did. I fought my ass off to make the final four and if it hadn't been for Azrael Goeren, I would have won the damn thing. Even still, 4th out of 86 is one hell of a feat and Reginald had no choice but to put us together at Rasslemania. This was where history repeated itself and another chapter in our history closed with the same ending as the rest of them did.
The final picture was of the Dark Match Championship. Knuckles grinned and knew what it really stood for. It was the final piece of the puzzle, the last thing he needed in order to finish what he had started. This was where he found his weapon, his “influence”. The very thing he didn't have nine months prior, he was able to forge himself.
Knuckles: I had acquired my will, I had found my focus, I had grown in strength and I earned my influence. The very things I need to finish you off Jason. Are you proud of me yet Jason? Are you? ARE YOU!? TELL ME KASH! TELL ME HOW PROUD OF ME YOU ARE!
Knuckles grabs his hair and begins to pull....HARD. His skull cap that he was wearing ripped in half and with it were a few strands of hair that he seemed to rip out as well. The curse was starting to take over and the obsession grew stronger.
Knuckles: TELL ME JASON!! TELL ME HOW PROUD OF ME YOU ARE! TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT TO END MY CAREER! YOU CAN TRY AS YOU MIGHT BUT BEFORE MY CAREER IS FINISHED, I WILL HAVE YOU BEATEN, EVEN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I EVER DO!!
Chris Strike couldn't stop me, Reginald couldn't stop me, and you sure as hell won't stop me from doing what I do best and that's hurting people. I will FINALLY put you out of your misery Jason. For all the names I've beaten that you couldn't, since you like dropping names so badly, Gabriel Aligheri, Demon Ted Soul, Phil Atken, Alioth Starre, Chris Strike...yours will be my absolute favorite. I will FINALLY make you eat every single word you threw in my face. For all the big names I went face to face with like Brad Jackson and Shane Clemmens, names whom you were too afraid to face because you were afraid of a beat down. For the 99 times or so I've lost to you, all it takes is one and in that one moment; you will finally understand that it doesn't make a damn difference what you've done in the past.
Just like Chris Strike this past month, you too will live with the shame of having to lose to THIS guy. The same guy that people look on as a joke, the same guy that people see as worthless and pathetic. You will not only lose to THIS guy, but you will be pinned and forced to live with the shame of knowing that you could NEVER get the job done. They will cheer you but bet on me just as the roles were reversed almost seven years ago. End MY career Kash? Not before I take yours and drag it down with me.......
My obsession will now be YOUR curse.
His breath is heavy but slowly starting to ease. He looks over and notices a Christmas tree on the horizon and grins to himself. Christmas will come early this year as he walks away as the scene fades.
