Post by Reaver on Mar 5, 2013 21:02:47 GMT -4
??: I'M HOME!!!
A door is kicked wide opened as a pair of eyes glow in the darkness of the hallway. A smile as white as the sun and the chuckles of a mad man who had not been back in months; echoing through the empty living space. His arms opened wide as if to be welcomed back while his bags hang in his hands.
??: HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DADDY'S BACK BABY!!
The man walks inside as the afterglow from the street lights below illuminate his once clean living room; revealing it to be none other than the former Johnny Knuckles. This was the first time he's been back in his NY apartment for months since the identity theft trials as well as the Canada tour. Not only is he coming back with a new outlook on life and money in his pocket once again, but he is coming back with a pin fall victory over the esteemed Mark Mania. The current Overdrive Champion himself from a grueling street fight for charity that pit a champion on Overdrive against a contender-pretender on Asylum.
The escape from that questionable hospital in Vancouver, the multitude of chair shots from Jason Kash, the constant alienation of the people over the past few months had finally set Knuckles over the edge and he had returned with a vengeance. No more lawyers or court rooms to deal with, no more debt or fees to accumulate. His absolute destruction over Mark Mania set his pace and for him; there's no more time to lose. He had made his mark on this past Asylum by putting TJ to the test, JUST for the sake of checking boundaries. TJ had put Knuckles through a wall which seemed to only succeed in putting a smile on Knuckles face. He had given himself a new name, a new image and TJ took the bait. He was back and he was he known.....as REAVER!
Knuckles: Surely, this place has missed me...
A rat scurries by as he drops his bags on the dusty floor. Empty with the lack of furniture he had to pawn off to pay off certain legal fees. Now that his assets are no longer frozen as they were, he could start putting pieces of his life back together. Just as he drops his bags, Mike; the camera guy assigned to him, slowly pops his head in from the hallway.
Mike: Um, That's great. Listen, does this mean you're going to get your stuff back and head back out on the road? I mean, this is all over right?
The uncertainty in his voice made Knuckles settle that much quicker. He smiled to himself before replying.
Knuckles: WHY!?
Answering a question with another question threw Mike off guard. He didn't expect such a notion to be thrown right back at him.
Knuckles: Why Mike? Why go back to a way that didn't seem to work? Why go back to conformity? I lived too rich, and now it's time to get back to basics.
Mike: That was rich? This dump?
Mike's words seemed to make Knuckles fall in love with the notion of destitution. Licking his lips as if it were a compulsive habit, he grins and turns his head.
Knuckles: This....DUMP as you put it; was what was holding me back. You don't need frivolous things in order to move on ahead, just a clear state of mind and that is what I have at this point.
Mike: You? Clear state of mind?
Mike's sarcasm bordered on Knuckles “it” button. He quickly turned to face him.
Knuckles: You lack vision Mike. Why would I waste my time with material things when what I seek is a sense of accomplishment. I accomplished what few in APW have. I have made a name for myself and I did it without material things like a championship title around my waist.
Just as he says, he turns to see the Dark Match Championship folded neatly against the wall by the window. He smiles as Mikes jumps back; slightly freaked out. The curse of the Dark Match Championship has returned and as the current champion, the title itself has found it's way into Knuckles apartment on it's own.
Knuckles: See, not a single material possession.
Mike: How the hell? Where did that thing come from?
Knuckles: I pinned Jason Kash remember? He was the champion at the time and as stated by the laws of the Dark Match Championship, the belt is on the line 24/7 only to be won by pin falls counting anywhere.
Mike: But how did it end up randomly in here? Nobody has been here in months.
Knuckles: Voodoo Mike.....
Mike: And you believe that crap?
Knuckles points to the championship as proof to Mike without saying another word about it. Mike tries to quickly change the subject.
Mike: Well now that you're back, TJ will certainly be wanting a piece of you. Especially since you won't have any place to hide being booked against Shane Borderland this week.
Shane Borderland. A name in which Knuckles hasn't heard much of in over a year. The man who was supposed to be Knuckles replacement for Dangertainment. He throws his hands out as if to catch something falling from the sky and he chuckles amongst himself while the echoes mimic throughout the empty room. A name he doesn't fear, but accepts.
Knuckles: Should I really worry about Shane Mike?
Mike: He has made quite the impact as of late.
Knuckles: So can a bag of sand but the sand won't flake when you need it to.
Mike: What do you mean?
Knuckles drops to a knee and opens his bag. He pulls out a small candle and lights it, lighting the room up. He then pulls out a small hacky sack. He tosses it into the air a couple of times before throwing it out the window shattering glass onto the streets below. The dogs from the streets bark as the sounds of where it landed make trash cans clink against each other.
Knuckles: You see that Mike? A bag of sand broke through the glass and made a decent sized impact. Shane Borderland, however, is more like this candle. It's bright, it shines, people take notice; but it flickers with a simple breeze, it won't do any harm unless manipulated, and if left alone long enough.....it'll die out and disappear. Would anybody care that it went out? NO! Because all they have to do is find another. He is nothing more than a replacement for a light bulb when there is no power.
Mike: He was a champion before you ever were John.
Knuckles: I AM REAVER TO YOU!!
He lets out a small cough to fix his throat and licks his lips some more.
Knuckles: Material Mike. What exactly did he do with that championship again?
Mike stands there dumbfounded and doesn't quite know how to respond.
Knuckles: I rest my case.
Mike: I don't think I can handle being your camera guy anymore......
Knuckles stares at the candle flickering in the cold apartment and plays with it; wafting his hand over top and licking his lips with a desire that hasn't been seen in a long time as the scene fades.
Reaver: What exactly did you do with that title Shane? Or with any other given opportunity for that matter? Let's back track a little first and shine some REAL light on things shall we? Half way through 2011, I needed to take some personal time for myself. As the founding member of Dangertainment, Jason and I looked for possible people to add on and arguably “hold the fort” so to speak, and we came across you. Struggling in your empty bullshit in WCF where guys like Nate Bishop could even become a “somebody”. You remember him right? Another low life reject that couldn't keep up. You guys just stick together don't ya'?
We managed to bring the likes of you here to where big fish could have a bigger pond to play in only to find out that the bigger fish were too much. While Nate quickly fell off, you took the reigns and held your own. I felt that with you doing such a good job that I, myself, might take the time I needed. In my absence, you and Kash became the Tag Team Champions. Then what came of that? You fell from grace Shane. You could argue that at least you were there but it's not enough to be on top, you need to keep it. You left Kash to defend the titles by himself because you couldn't handle success. With your failure, Kash found his own.
What of you though? Nowhere to be found, the name of SHANE BORDERLAND went down in the ranks faster than Young Mannie going down on Branden Harvey. But I guess Young Mannie has a decent Championship now; so much for that. You weren't there when you were needed and you expect people to kiss your ass as if they owe you something. What happened when you came back Shane? You shook the hell out of the World Champion Sally at the time. You were GIVEN a World Title opportunity but cried when things didn't go your way again. JUST like Sally, when times got tough, you turned tail and fled. For what? A loss to Phil Atken in the time challenge for elimination chamber match?
BOO FUCKING HOO!!
He licks his lips attentively, almost salivating at the thoughts yet to come.
Reaver: You proved that you couldn't get the job done over and over again Shane. Flickering in the breeze like the candle you are. You were in the main event but that wasn't good enough for you. So you bailed. A handed opportunity gone to waste. So now you're back and for what? Kash?
HA!!
I been barking up that tree for seven long years and you think it'll be that quick and easy for you? I got what I wanted from Jason, now he can rot knowing that he could never get it back. What of you though? To prove that he didn't carry you? To prove he didn't hold you up like the candlestick you've been all your career? To get out of HIS shadow? Want my advice?
Let it go.....
Then again, you could always wear a pretty little mask and make animals out of pieces of your own poop like me. HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Seriously Shane, why do you throw opportunity after opportunity away? The very few chances I've ever had were earned. Though few and far between, I still earn mine. So you go from being a main event World Champion contender to being Kash's bitch all over again. Way to come around full circle Shane. Way to show the world what has and hasn't changed.
His eyes seemed to have an eerie glow about them as he spoke. Tilting his head to the side as if to understand himself.
Reaver: You're still the pompous prick who thought that APW was no different than WCF. You still think that you're a big fish in a little pond. You are just overrated man. Me? I'm just violent. If you took a second to step out of the shadows Borderland, if you took a second to realize just where you are, you would realize that Asylum is the premier brand of APW and now the “Bad Boy” goes face to face against the most violent fucker on the roster.
You've been a bad boy all your life Shane. A stereotype of man pretending to be something they're not. To them, you're just a freak.....like me! They will cast you out like a leper. Their codes, their morals, its all a joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. You are only as good as the world allows you to be and yet here you are pretending to be bad. You are simply fake Shane. A fraud, a shame, a liar.
Come at me bro!!
I dare you to come at me like you did Jason, come at me like you did Sally. Show me the fire in the eyes and the candle shoved up your ass. HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! Show me that you want it. Show the world that you need it more than anything. I guarantee you that your efforts will all go to waste just like every opportunity you squandered away pitifully. I will make you bleed very severely, and very painfully. I will hurt you just as I did to Mark Mania not too long ago. But don't look at me like a monster Shane no.....
….I'm just ahead of the curve.
HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
His laughter echoes as the glow in his eyes slowly fade.
A door is kicked wide opened as a pair of eyes glow in the darkness of the hallway. A smile as white as the sun and the chuckles of a mad man who had not been back in months; echoing through the empty living space. His arms opened wide as if to be welcomed back while his bags hang in his hands.
??: HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DADDY'S BACK BABY!!
The man walks inside as the afterglow from the street lights below illuminate his once clean living room; revealing it to be none other than the former Johnny Knuckles. This was the first time he's been back in his NY apartment for months since the identity theft trials as well as the Canada tour. Not only is he coming back with a new outlook on life and money in his pocket once again, but he is coming back with a pin fall victory over the esteemed Mark Mania. The current Overdrive Champion himself from a grueling street fight for charity that pit a champion on Overdrive against a contender-pretender on Asylum.
The escape from that questionable hospital in Vancouver, the multitude of chair shots from Jason Kash, the constant alienation of the people over the past few months had finally set Knuckles over the edge and he had returned with a vengeance. No more lawyers or court rooms to deal with, no more debt or fees to accumulate. His absolute destruction over Mark Mania set his pace and for him; there's no more time to lose. He had made his mark on this past Asylum by putting TJ to the test, JUST for the sake of checking boundaries. TJ had put Knuckles through a wall which seemed to only succeed in putting a smile on Knuckles face. He had given himself a new name, a new image and TJ took the bait. He was back and he was he known.....as REAVER!
Knuckles: Surely, this place has missed me...
A rat scurries by as he drops his bags on the dusty floor. Empty with the lack of furniture he had to pawn off to pay off certain legal fees. Now that his assets are no longer frozen as they were, he could start putting pieces of his life back together. Just as he drops his bags, Mike; the camera guy assigned to him, slowly pops his head in from the hallway.
Mike: Um, That's great. Listen, does this mean you're going to get your stuff back and head back out on the road? I mean, this is all over right?
The uncertainty in his voice made Knuckles settle that much quicker. He smiled to himself before replying.
Knuckles: WHY!?
Answering a question with another question threw Mike off guard. He didn't expect such a notion to be thrown right back at him.
Knuckles: Why Mike? Why go back to a way that didn't seem to work? Why go back to conformity? I lived too rich, and now it's time to get back to basics.
Mike: That was rich? This dump?
Mike's words seemed to make Knuckles fall in love with the notion of destitution. Licking his lips as if it were a compulsive habit, he grins and turns his head.
Knuckles: This....DUMP as you put it; was what was holding me back. You don't need frivolous things in order to move on ahead, just a clear state of mind and that is what I have at this point.
Mike: You? Clear state of mind?
Mike's sarcasm bordered on Knuckles “it” button. He quickly turned to face him.
Knuckles: You lack vision Mike. Why would I waste my time with material things when what I seek is a sense of accomplishment. I accomplished what few in APW have. I have made a name for myself and I did it without material things like a championship title around my waist.
Just as he says, he turns to see the Dark Match Championship folded neatly against the wall by the window. He smiles as Mikes jumps back; slightly freaked out. The curse of the Dark Match Championship has returned and as the current champion, the title itself has found it's way into Knuckles apartment on it's own.
Knuckles: See, not a single material possession.
Mike: How the hell? Where did that thing come from?
Knuckles: I pinned Jason Kash remember? He was the champion at the time and as stated by the laws of the Dark Match Championship, the belt is on the line 24/7 only to be won by pin falls counting anywhere.
Mike: But how did it end up randomly in here? Nobody has been here in months.
Knuckles: Voodoo Mike.....
Mike: And you believe that crap?
Knuckles points to the championship as proof to Mike without saying another word about it. Mike tries to quickly change the subject.
Mike: Well now that you're back, TJ will certainly be wanting a piece of you. Especially since you won't have any place to hide being booked against Shane Borderland this week.
Shane Borderland. A name in which Knuckles hasn't heard much of in over a year. The man who was supposed to be Knuckles replacement for Dangertainment. He throws his hands out as if to catch something falling from the sky and he chuckles amongst himself while the echoes mimic throughout the empty room. A name he doesn't fear, but accepts.
Knuckles: Should I really worry about Shane Mike?
Mike: He has made quite the impact as of late.
Knuckles: So can a bag of sand but the sand won't flake when you need it to.
Mike: What do you mean?
Knuckles drops to a knee and opens his bag. He pulls out a small candle and lights it, lighting the room up. He then pulls out a small hacky sack. He tosses it into the air a couple of times before throwing it out the window shattering glass onto the streets below. The dogs from the streets bark as the sounds of where it landed make trash cans clink against each other.
Knuckles: You see that Mike? A bag of sand broke through the glass and made a decent sized impact. Shane Borderland, however, is more like this candle. It's bright, it shines, people take notice; but it flickers with a simple breeze, it won't do any harm unless manipulated, and if left alone long enough.....it'll die out and disappear. Would anybody care that it went out? NO! Because all they have to do is find another. He is nothing more than a replacement for a light bulb when there is no power.
Mike: He was a champion before you ever were John.
Knuckles: I AM REAVER TO YOU!!
He lets out a small cough to fix his throat and licks his lips some more.
Knuckles: Material Mike. What exactly did he do with that championship again?
Mike stands there dumbfounded and doesn't quite know how to respond.
Knuckles: I rest my case.
Mike: I don't think I can handle being your camera guy anymore......
Knuckles stares at the candle flickering in the cold apartment and plays with it; wafting his hand over top and licking his lips with a desire that hasn't been seen in a long time as the scene fades.
Reaver: What exactly did you do with that title Shane? Or with any other given opportunity for that matter? Let's back track a little first and shine some REAL light on things shall we? Half way through 2011, I needed to take some personal time for myself. As the founding member of Dangertainment, Jason and I looked for possible people to add on and arguably “hold the fort” so to speak, and we came across you. Struggling in your empty bullshit in WCF where guys like Nate Bishop could even become a “somebody”. You remember him right? Another low life reject that couldn't keep up. You guys just stick together don't ya'?
We managed to bring the likes of you here to where big fish could have a bigger pond to play in only to find out that the bigger fish were too much. While Nate quickly fell off, you took the reigns and held your own. I felt that with you doing such a good job that I, myself, might take the time I needed. In my absence, you and Kash became the Tag Team Champions. Then what came of that? You fell from grace Shane. You could argue that at least you were there but it's not enough to be on top, you need to keep it. You left Kash to defend the titles by himself because you couldn't handle success. With your failure, Kash found his own.
What of you though? Nowhere to be found, the name of SHANE BORDERLAND went down in the ranks faster than Young Mannie going down on Branden Harvey. But I guess Young Mannie has a decent Championship now; so much for that. You weren't there when you were needed and you expect people to kiss your ass as if they owe you something. What happened when you came back Shane? You shook the hell out of the World Champion Sally at the time. You were GIVEN a World Title opportunity but cried when things didn't go your way again. JUST like Sally, when times got tough, you turned tail and fled. For what? A loss to Phil Atken in the time challenge for elimination chamber match?
BOO FUCKING HOO!!
He licks his lips attentively, almost salivating at the thoughts yet to come.
Reaver: You proved that you couldn't get the job done over and over again Shane. Flickering in the breeze like the candle you are. You were in the main event but that wasn't good enough for you. So you bailed. A handed opportunity gone to waste. So now you're back and for what? Kash?
HA!!
I been barking up that tree for seven long years and you think it'll be that quick and easy for you? I got what I wanted from Jason, now he can rot knowing that he could never get it back. What of you though? To prove that he didn't carry you? To prove he didn't hold you up like the candlestick you've been all your career? To get out of HIS shadow? Want my advice?
Let it go.....
Then again, you could always wear a pretty little mask and make animals out of pieces of your own poop like me. HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Seriously Shane, why do you throw opportunity after opportunity away? The very few chances I've ever had were earned. Though few and far between, I still earn mine. So you go from being a main event World Champion contender to being Kash's bitch all over again. Way to come around full circle Shane. Way to show the world what has and hasn't changed.
His eyes seemed to have an eerie glow about them as he spoke. Tilting his head to the side as if to understand himself.
Reaver: You're still the pompous prick who thought that APW was no different than WCF. You still think that you're a big fish in a little pond. You are just overrated man. Me? I'm just violent. If you took a second to step out of the shadows Borderland, if you took a second to realize just where you are, you would realize that Asylum is the premier brand of APW and now the “Bad Boy” goes face to face against the most violent fucker on the roster.
You've been a bad boy all your life Shane. A stereotype of man pretending to be something they're not. To them, you're just a freak.....like me! They will cast you out like a leper. Their codes, their morals, its all a joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. You are only as good as the world allows you to be and yet here you are pretending to be bad. You are simply fake Shane. A fraud, a shame, a liar.
Come at me bro!!
I dare you to come at me like you did Jason, come at me like you did Sally. Show me the fire in the eyes and the candle shoved up your ass. HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! Show me that you want it. Show the world that you need it more than anything. I guarantee you that your efforts will all go to waste just like every opportunity you squandered away pitifully. I will make you bleed very severely, and very painfully. I will hurt you just as I did to Mark Mania not too long ago. But don't look at me like a monster Shane no.....
….I'm just ahead of the curve.
HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
His laughter echoes as the glow in his eyes slowly fade.
