Forget The Titan

[Tommy Knox]

///Forget The Titan\\\
Chapter XXVI

"You come at the king, you best not miss."
- Knoxville -

Wednesday 2:01 PM [April 24th, 2013]
Los Angeles, California

There it is again, in front of the airport. I guess it's better than sitting in traffic once again, fighting to move another inch but still getting nowhere. The black van from a little over a week ago sits in front of the airport, close to the entrance. Covered in dirt, it sticks out like a sore thumb. Maybe it's the fact that it's parked in a handicap spot, you be the judge.

Wallace sits inside, smoking a cigar, waiting for something. From the looks of it, he's been waiting for a while now. You can see the frustration in his eyes as the cars driving by, blowing their horns just irritate him more and more. Whatever he's waiting on, I sure hope it gets here sooner than later. Wallace is a mad man, a born psycho only holding it together by the support of the club. They're his friends, his family and not a single one is sitting with him in that van.

At the airport entrance, Knoxville then walks out, dressed like always. Tattered clothes, sunglasses and this time, a sleeveless shirt that reads; "Influential Minds". He carries a duffle bag over his shoulder with ease. Wallace recognizes him and then pounds down on the horn, grabbing his attention. Knoxville looks his way and walks towards the van as Wallace throws it in drive and moves forward to meet him half way.

Pulling up beside Knoxville with the passenger window rolled down, Wallace yells. "Get in, lets get the fuck out of here!"

Knoxville grabs the door handle and opens as the words roll off his tongue. "Nice to see you too, Wallace." He then tosses his bag inside and before he can enter, Wallace tosses his club jacket at him. A smile comes to his face as he looks down at it just before putting it on. "Lets roll." He says as his ass hits the seat and the door slams behind him.

"About fucking time..." Wallace says under his breath as he pulls the lever into drive. Without hesitation, he pulls out in front of three cars speeding by, rushing to get a parking deck. As they slam their brakes, their horns blow and Wallace just raises his left hand out of the window and holds up his middle finger. "Kiss my ass..."

Across the van, Knoxville begins laughing as he pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. With Wallace focused on the road, he grabs the cigar from his mouth and lights the end of his cigarette with it. What the fuck!?!?" Wallace yells as he looks over in surprise only to get his cigar handed back to him.

"Calm down, bro." Knoxville says as he takes a slow drag and leans his head against the headrest of the passenger seat. He then slowly exhales through his nose and looks over to his right, out of the window. "I fuckin' hate that airport." He says with a soft tone.

"You better get used to it, Knox. APW has been pulling you in every direction you could possibly think of. Until things get back in the states, you might as well call that airport your second home." Wallace says with a smile on his face as he looks over at Knoxville.

Knoxville thinks to himself for a moment before taking another drag. "Home? You've got to be kiddin' me. I'll be so glad once the tour comes closer to the club, closer to my home, in the heart of America. I can't stand tourin' down south in the butthole of America. I thought it was just Mexico, but hell, everything down there is the same. I'm scared to eat the food there. I'm scared to drink the water. Dude, when I'm down there I just live off tequila, beer and junk food. Fuck eatin' that explosive diarrhea that they refer to as food. If it isn't packaged and from the good ole USA, I'm not fuckin' eatin' it!" Knoxville says as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

Wallace laughs quietly before he replies. "I'm ready for things to come closer to home too, bro. We've needed you over these past couple of weeks."

"Needed me? Why haven't you guys said anything?" Knoxville asks.

"I told you from the start, you do your thing on the road with APW. Make the club look good and make us proud. We'll handle your shit back here and when it's time to hang up the boots, we'll be here for you. You being a member of this club and making a name for yourself in APW only means good things for the club. We need this to take the spotlight off of us from the law and media surrounding every illegal activity we dip our toes in to." Wallace says as he takes a puff from his cigar and slowly exhales as the wind sucks it straight out of the window.

"Well, what have you guys needed from me?" Knoxville asks as he looks over at Wallace.

Wallace sits in silence for a moment before answering. "Well, we've had some things come up with your boy, CHINasty, and that trainer of yours, Rodrigo. That's all fine and dandy, we can handle that with a phone call. But recently, things have been getting pretty hot around your shop with heat from down south, heat from the cartel."

"The cartel?" Knoxville questions as a puzzled look comes over his face.

"Nothing to worry about right now, we'll discuss it at church tonight with the guys. Jared knows a lot more than I do anyway, it's best that we get with him. It's nothing to worry yourself over. So, relax." Wallace says as he takes another drag and directs himself through traffic.

Knoxville takes a drag from his cigarette as well and thinks to himself for a moment. "Are you sure it's nothin' we need to discuss now?" Knoxville asks as he looks over at Wallace in all seriousness.

Wallace shakes his head from side to side as he answers. It's good man, we can talk about it tonight. I'd rather talk about what all you have going on in APW right now. You stepped up and put a hurting on those Natural Born Killaz."

"I try, man. Those dudes have been a pain in my ass ever since I called them both out to a handicap match in my first week back on the set. Leon's learned that he can't fuck it with me, especially after Gooch and I ran them over at Rasslemania. Jake on the other hand, that guys a fuckin' retard who needs some smarts beaten through that thick skull of his. I guess there's no better time than next week to do that." Knoxville says as he cracks a smirk and takes another drag from his cigarette.

"Next week? That's when you and Jake headline Meltdown, right?" Wallace asks.

"Yea, and this time won't be any different. He's been callin' me out for a few weeks now, every since him and his butt buddy lost at Rasslemania. He's become more and more of a pain in my ass than a threat to me in the ring. To each his own, if he wants to get beat down once again then who am I to not answer his wish?" Knoxville then flicks the cigarette butt out of the window and exhales the last bit of smoke though his nose.

Wallace laughs as he jerks the wheel and accelerates to the outside, passing a line of cars in his way. "Be careful man."

Knoxville looks over at him with a look of disbelief. "Look out for myself? I've got this guys number. I'm not the only one who he has to worry about either. He's made quite a few enemies in APW besides myself. Foul Play is on his ass like stink on shit. They can just wait in line for their turn. Monday night, that mother fucker is mine and there's nothing that can save his loud mouth from the inevitable."

"Foul Play... that's your boy Kash and his crew, right?" Wallace questions.

"Yea, that's them. Jake has even went as far as sayin' that he thinks I'll be with Foul Play in a matter of weeks. Little does he know, Niobe and I are doin' our thing on Meltdown. Kash and I might be friends and allies but I'm no member of Foul Play. He just needs to go ahead and erase them from his memory before Monday night. When he gets in the ring with me, it's NightmareVille that he needs to worry with. Foul Play always gets their cut but NightmareVille turns nightmares into reality." Knoxville says with a look of confidence on his face as he looks out the window at the traffic backed up as far as the eye can see ahead.

Wallace slams on the brakes as the cars ahead of him come to a dead stop. "DAMNIT!!!" he screams as the smell of burnt rubber creeps into the van.

Knoxville grabs onto the dash and braces himself as the van slides and stops just inches behind the car ahead. "Damn, bro. That was close!"

"I saw Niobe put a hurting on him the other night. You sure know how to pick them." Wallace says as he waits with his foot on the pedal.

"You damn right I do. She's a doll and with her by my side I don't see anything in the forecast that will slow me down. What she did to Jake Monday night was only a mere sample of what I'm goin' to do to him. Now he gets to fuck with someone his own size, not my badass old lady. I know I had a helpin' hand in that match but she could have taken him by herself any day of the week. She's a fighter, just like me. We don't back down from anyone, no matter how big or tall. At the end of the day, NightmareVille walks out with their hands raised above the fallen. Jake has no idea what he's gotten himself into. When it was just me, he made a mistake. Now that Niobe and I have joined forces both in and out of the ring, his whole world is about to come crashing on that big head of his." Knoxville says with a smile on his face as he reaches in a small cooler bewteen the front seats and pulls out a beer.

Wallace looks over at Knoxville and shakes his head. "So, when are you going to bring Niobe by the clubhouse to meet the crew?"

Knoxville thinks a moment before answering. "I don't know, man. She's busy with her trainin' and whatnot. It won't be long before you get to meet her. I'm aimin' to get her a lilttle closer to home. I can't stand it when she's not by my side or at home waitin' for me after a long day of puttin' in work."

"She's good for you, man. I have noticed a change in your attitude ever since things took off between you and her. I'm happy for you. Although you two haven't made many friends in APW, you're still number one in my book." Wallace says.

"Friends? If anything we've made nothin' but enemies since comin' together as a force to be reckoned with. Gooch wants my head on a spike. NBK can't seem to get enough of us. I'm sure there are others, they're just too chicken shit to speak up. As far as friends go, there's only one group in APW that I would assume has our backs and they haven't reached out to us yet. But believe me, they've reached out to NBK and put them on their asses. I'm just lookin' forward to how this lumberjack match is goin' to play out Monday night. All of my enemies will be at ringside along with my allies. I guess what happens on the outside will be a true measurement of who does and doesn't have NightmareVille's backs." Knoxville finishes as he leans the seat back and relaxes.

Wallace looks over at him and shakes his head again just before looking at the road ahead. "You lazy bitch. Just be sure to be careful with your so called "allies". Gooch considered you a friend as well and look where that got him."

Knoxville laughs for a brief moment before answering. "Yea, he did. We'd still be friends if would have held up his end of the deal. Now he wants to side with Dying Breed. Hell, he aligned himself with them before I kicked him to the curb. If he didn't see it comin' then he's dumber than he looks. Enough with the bullshit, I need a nap."

With those last words, Knoxville kicks his feet up on the dash and puts his hands behind his head. Wallace looks over, irritated, but continues to deal with the traffic ahead as the scene slowly fades to black.

AMERICAN HIGHLIFE
April 28th, 2013 [•REC]

"When are you goin' to learn, Jake? I've been makin' you my bitch ever since I stepped back on APW turf. There's only been one time that you luckily got the win over me and that was all thanks to your faggot friend, Leon. If it wasn't for him gettin' in the way, you would have lost that match on your own just like you do every other match that matters. Last week with Niobe, that was just a sample of what's in store for you at Meltdown. She was half your size and at the end of the night, walked out of the match with the win while you went home to lick your wounds with the loss. I'm just about the same overall size as you, without the oversized head and small brain to boot. Now it's time to see if your ass can cash the check that your big mouth has written for the last few weeks."

"Week after week, it's been the same thing. You wait to call me out when I'm not around. I've answered the call, finally. I had to, you wouldn't quit cryin' for the chance to fall once again like the bitch that you are. Ever since I've came back to APW, I've single-handedly kept you two under my boot with barely enough pressure relieved for you two to breathe. I'm done with the bullshit and games. It's time to put you to rest and move on to the next chump who thinks he's a better man in the ring than the mother fucker sittin' right here."

"For weeks now, I've been held back by Gooch and when the chance came to win the titles, he choked. I did my part, as I did the entire time we climbed the ladder. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still half of the number one contenders for the tag team championships and there's nothin' that anyone can say about it until they knock me down. If you think you even have the slightest chance to be a contender with the help of Leon, then show the world and myself Monday night. You wanted this match, you got it! Don't just sit there and call me out just for the sake of gettin' your voice heard and creatin' a little buzz in the locker room. If you're goin' to call me out then you better be ready to finish me off. You come at the king, you best not miss."

"I've made a lot of enemies over the last few weeks. I guess you could say the same for yourself. The thing that separates us is that I doubt my enemies will come to aid you in the attempt to dethrone me. Your biggest enemy, besides myself, just so happens to be a very close friend of mine. Will he come to the ring and put you on your back again while I stand and watch in amusement? I don't know, man. I guess we'll just have to wait until Monday night to find out for ourselves. I can guarantee you this, I don't need the help to put your little punk ass to bed. I don't need the help from anyone to shit all over the so called "Natural Born Killaz". You need all the help you can get, simple as that. I'm just sorry that you won't be gettin' any Monday night as I wipe my shitter with your ghetto, gangsta wannabe ass."

"I've heard you mention that I've gotten myself into two title matches and didn't get my hand raised in either. Although you may be right, I sure as shit don't count myself out. The Guv'Nor pulled the win out when we faced off for the North American championship. There's no excuses, he was just simply the better man, THAT NIGHT. I'll get my chance at gettin' back in the ring with him and bringin' that title back home to America. Right now, he has to worry with little shinny bitches who get pushed into title matches by upper management. I don't need the free handouts. I've earned everything so far in my life, why quit now? I'll earn the shot to grab that gold once again and when I do you can guarantee that I won't be a puppet to Sienna West who's pullin' the strings."

"Then we have the tag gold, we all know what happened there. I'm done with dwellin' on the past. It's time to step forward and move into the future. The future of the tag division just so happens to be NightmareVille, not NBK. Besides the fact that Niobe just happen s to look a hell of a lot better than Gooch, that's not the only reason that I feel more confident with her in my corner. She has more heart, more fight and she's crazier than I am. We're the perfect match for each other and it's time to unleash some REAL hell on APW, not the bullshit that you and your delusional friend claim to have been to and back. Just face it, Jake, I'm better than you. It doesn''t matter who I have in my corner when I stand across the ring from you or your friend. The outcome will always be the same. Someone has to lose, it might as well be you since you've been doin' it your whole life. Sometime's it's better to just stick with what you're good at."