Post by Tommy Knox on Sept 4, 2011 17:14:39 GMT -4
“You’ve got my number, is that right? Pfft. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Even a blind squirrel can find a nut in the rain on any given day. You haven’t really caught my attention until now. Sure, it was upsetting how my last couple matches have went down, especially my first two in this attempt of a comeback. I’ve overlooked you in the ring one too many times already. I can promise you that it won’t happen again. No offense, but the last two times we were in the ring together I had bigger things on my mind. Now who looks like the dumbass? Me. You’re the one with the opportunity. You’re the mother fucker who’s goin’ to knock Kash off his pedestal. All I can do now is just sit on the sidelines and watch it happen. Towards the end of the night though, you can guarantee that you will have my undivided attention and that third finger you were about to count off on will be lodged up your ass! This doesn’t just go for you Johnny, this goes for every other asshole scheduled to appear in the big match up. It’s time to move forward…”
Inside the ring Knoxville spars with an unknown character as his trainer, Rodrigo, yells at him from the side pushing him to work harder. “Dig deep Tommy!” Rodrigo yells as Knoxville releases the sparing partner’s wrist throwing him to the ropes with all his strength. On his return Knoxville plants the unknown man into the mat with a powerful spinning spine buster sending an echo throughout the empty gym.
“Goddamnit, take it easy! You’re going to hurt the son of a bitch!” Rodrigo screams at the top of his lungs as Knoxville rises to his feet with a cocky look in his eye. As he stands tall he looks down with a smirk on his face feeling no sympathy at all.
“I thought that was the point ‘Rigo. I’m not walkin’ into a Dancin’ With the Stars competition; I have two big matches in the same night! First I have to babysit Branden Harvey and then I have to jump in the ring with a handful of mother fuckers.”
“Dancing With the Stars, I love that show.” A familiar voice says lurking in the shadows of the gyms corner of fame.
“No fuckin’ way…”
“Bullshit there’s a way.” CHINasty says as he walks out from the shadows depths into the light revealing his identity.
Rodrigo smacks his palm against his forehead in disgust. As he shakes his head from side to side he just slowly begins to turn his back to everyone. “¡Hijo de puta! Ahí va el barrio”
“What the hell is up his ass?” CHINasty says as he slowly approaches the ring. Meanwhile, Rodrigo assists the unknown character to his feet as the two exit the ring and leave Knoxville behind with his guest.
“Rod, come on man.” He says as Rodrigo ignores him and continues towards the locker room helping the groggy sparring partner.
Ignoring the situation, CHINasty slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He quickly moves in on Knoxville as he attempts to take him to the ground with a single leg takedown. Alert, Knoxville quickly counters as he comes down on top of CHINasty with all his weight locking his legs around his waist.
“Wait!” CHINasty yells as he waves his arms around in panic.
“Come on Nasty, you can do better than that!” He says with a smile on his face as he applies a hard cross face. “What do you want? You know I’m in the middle of a comeback.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“What do you mean? Your business is down in Mexico. My business is up here in the states.”
“Brother, I know. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t important.”
“So what is it?”
“The farm is on lockdown. I can finally break away from the farm and leave on business. I’m here to go on the road with you.”
“Go on the road with me, why?” He replies with a confused look written across his face as he releases the hold and the two climb to their feet.
CHINasty brushes himself off as he looks Knoxville in the eyes. “Just listen.”
“Here it comes…”
“Just hear me out. Your first two matches in this so called “return” of yours have resulted in nothing other than failure. You’re a busy man. You need me managing your day to day activities and making sure as hell that you’re in the gym enough. Shit, more than enough if I’m in charge!”
“What makes you think that I need your assistance?”
“For starters, your overall record since returning. You let some British piece of shit just wipe the mat with you over these past few weeks. Wake up bro. You need to quit living in the past and focus on the future. Influential Minds is dead. Get over it. If you hadn’t been so focused on Demon and Kash things might have turned out differently. You could’ve been standing here counting the wins on your fingers but instead, Johnny Brown is.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’ll admit, I overlooked Brown and didn’t pay him one ounce of the attention he deserves. That’s my mistake entirely. It won’t happen again though. I’m a quick learner when it comes to defeat. I don’t like losing one bit. When I do, I quickly adapt and move to the next. If it’s one thing this small revelation has taught me, it’s not to dwell too hard on the past. The past is exactly that, the past.”
“And you’re just now figuring this out hombre?”
“Look it, it’s time for me to move forward. We had a good thing goin’ down south but that’s behind me. My fucked up history that you’ve become acquainted with is just that, history. It’s not just the big things either. Some of the small things from my past are being buried as well.”
“That’s cool bro. I’ve made some changes myself.”
“Hah… and you people thought my brain was fried. Nasty, you’re not comprehending, little things like you are getting left behind before any of the big ones are thought of. It’s people like you that bring me to my lowest. No more dog, no more.”
Confused, he looks back at Knoxville with his head cocked to the side as his eyes squint. “Wha…” Before he can finish, Knoxville kicks him in the stomach. “What the fuck?!” Without hesitation, Knoxville moves in and lifts CHINasty above his head in a reverse fireman’s carry position.
“You’ll think me later for this. If not, you can fuck off.”
Knoxville then turns two revolutions and plants CHINasty’s head into the mat with a spinning reverse Death Valley driver; Drunken Hangover. Slowly climbing to his feet Knoxville looks down at CHINasty in disgust as he mumbles under his breath. “Omerta”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other bitches to tend to. Branden Harvey.”
Exiting the ring, Knoxville slowly walks towards the locker room. The lights above the ring flicker slightly just before getting shut off leaving the surrounding lights on. In the center of the ring, CHINasty lies motionless in the darkness of the ring as we slowly fade to black.
“I’ll admit, things have gotten a little shaky as of late. This isn’t what I had in mind when the thought of returning to APW first crossed my mind. For two weeks now I’ve been shown up in the ring by jerkoffs like Mike Morrison, Johnny Brown and sweet little ass Haley Hitch. I don’t know if that last one qualifies as a jerkoff but I’m always open to receiving one from those hands. You people all know me, well some of you cult TcW followers that is. Other than that, apparently I amount to dick in the popularity vote. Anyway, this ain’t me. That’s all I’m tryin’ to say. I didn’t travel this far back into the country just to suck at what I do. Things have started off a little rough but it’s all in good faith. Although my record may suffer from this little spell here, I have somewhat learned from my mistakes. That is why it’s time to move forward and leave all the bullshit behind. If it’s not relevant, it’s just a memory slowin’ me down.
I’ve accepted the fact that some things just aren’t meant to be. I can promise you though; makin’ a name for myself in APW isn’t one of them! Harvey, this isn’t my first time around the block here. Harvey, I will guarantee you that my lil’ streak of bad luck ends at our one on one match up at Asylum. I refuse to start my return like this. It’s time kick start this bitch into high gear. I’m sorry bro; I can’t start off with a bang like you did when you first signed with the company. I’ve been out of the ring for a minute; you can just consider that a lil’ ring rust bein’ knocked off. I’ve been in this gym all week since gettin’ back into town. I’ve stood right here pushing myself to the limit each and every day. It’s time for all this hard work to pay off. Sorry dude, you just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s nothing personal, only business. Branden, for the past couple of weeks I have been pestered with the annoyance of Johnny Brown. Right now, you’re the only thing standing between me and getting my hands around his neck. Don’t think for one second that I’ll take our preliminary match up lightly. That’s just goin’ to be a lil’ warm up and stretch session for yours truly.
Harvey, we’re both young in the business. While I’m not too familiar with you outside of this conversation, you can bet your little ass that I’m more experienced than you. Not only do I favor you in size, but your level of skill is not quite up to par with der Eiserne Mann’s. Plain and simple, I’m just better than you. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to stand before you like an arrogant asshole but it’s far from bein’ cocky when I know for a fact that I’m putting you on your ass at Asylum. There’s goin’ to be no ifs, ands or buts about it. A new man has risen from the ashes of his burning life, hellfire. This is nature at its finest. As an old friend of mine would say, survival of the fittest. Wait, or was it survival of the sickest? Who fuckin’ knows? Back to what’s important. I’m not goin’ to let some little punk bitch like you get in my way, Branden. I’ve traveled down to the toilet of America and back in search of who the fuck I am. Well, I’ve found the son of a bitch now. I’ve been here all along, hardly unnoticed. In just a handful of days you’ll meet me one on one in the ring Harvey. I’ll be the one standing chest to face with you lookin’ down with amusement. I’m the one that you’ll be lookin’ up at as you taste my boot. I’ll be that mother fucker NOT letting his mouth write checks that his ass can’t cash”
Sunday 12:03 PM [September 4th, 2011]
Long Beach, California
Nothing but blue skies today as the sun looks down over the city today beating down on everything below with a wave of heat. The streets are empty downtown as we open our scene outside of local gym, Slam’s. As the streets outside, inside is only a reflection. In the center of the gym an old wrestling ring stands tall. The mat is stained with blood in spots as the ropes and turnbuckles show years of wear and tear. This is his refuge.Long Beach, California
Inside the ring Knoxville spars with an unknown character as his trainer, Rodrigo, yells at him from the side pushing him to work harder. “Dig deep Tommy!” Rodrigo yells as Knoxville releases the sparing partner’s wrist throwing him to the ropes with all his strength. On his return Knoxville plants the unknown man into the mat with a powerful spinning spine buster sending an echo throughout the empty gym.
“Goddamnit, take it easy! You’re going to hurt the son of a bitch!” Rodrigo screams at the top of his lungs as Knoxville rises to his feet with a cocky look in his eye. As he stands tall he looks down with a smirk on his face feeling no sympathy at all.
“I thought that was the point ‘Rigo. I’m not walkin’ into a Dancin’ With the Stars competition; I have two big matches in the same night! First I have to babysit Branden Harvey and then I have to jump in the ring with a handful of mother fuckers.”
“Dancing With the Stars, I love that show.” A familiar voice says lurking in the shadows of the gyms corner of fame.
“No fuckin’ way…”
“Bullshit there’s a way.” CHINasty says as he walks out from the shadows depths into the light revealing his identity.
Rodrigo smacks his palm against his forehead in disgust. As he shakes his head from side to side he just slowly begins to turn his back to everyone. “¡Hijo de puta! Ahí va el barrio”
“What the hell is up his ass?” CHINasty says as he slowly approaches the ring. Meanwhile, Rodrigo assists the unknown character to his feet as the two exit the ring and leave Knoxville behind with his guest.
“Rod, come on man.” He says as Rodrigo ignores him and continues towards the locker room helping the groggy sparring partner.
Ignoring the situation, CHINasty slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He quickly moves in on Knoxville as he attempts to take him to the ground with a single leg takedown. Alert, Knoxville quickly counters as he comes down on top of CHINasty with all his weight locking his legs around his waist.
“Wait!” CHINasty yells as he waves his arms around in panic.
“Come on Nasty, you can do better than that!” He says with a smile on his face as he applies a hard cross face. “What do you want? You know I’m in the middle of a comeback.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“What do you mean? Your business is down in Mexico. My business is up here in the states.”
“Brother, I know. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t important.”
“So what is it?”
“The farm is on lockdown. I can finally break away from the farm and leave on business. I’m here to go on the road with you.”
“Go on the road with me, why?” He replies with a confused look written across his face as he releases the hold and the two climb to their feet.
CHINasty brushes himself off as he looks Knoxville in the eyes. “Just listen.”
“Here it comes…”
“Just hear me out. Your first two matches in this so called “return” of yours have resulted in nothing other than failure. You’re a busy man. You need me managing your day to day activities and making sure as hell that you’re in the gym enough. Shit, more than enough if I’m in charge!”
“What makes you think that I need your assistance?”
“For starters, your overall record since returning. You let some British piece of shit just wipe the mat with you over these past few weeks. Wake up bro. You need to quit living in the past and focus on the future. Influential Minds is dead. Get over it. If you hadn’t been so focused on Demon and Kash things might have turned out differently. You could’ve been standing here counting the wins on your fingers but instead, Johnny Brown is.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’ll admit, I overlooked Brown and didn’t pay him one ounce of the attention he deserves. That’s my mistake entirely. It won’t happen again though. I’m a quick learner when it comes to defeat. I don’t like losing one bit. When I do, I quickly adapt and move to the next. If it’s one thing this small revelation has taught me, it’s not to dwell too hard on the past. The past is exactly that, the past.”
“And you’re just now figuring this out hombre?”
“Look it, it’s time for me to move forward. We had a good thing goin’ down south but that’s behind me. My fucked up history that you’ve become acquainted with is just that, history. It’s not just the big things either. Some of the small things from my past are being buried as well.”
“That’s cool bro. I’ve made some changes myself.”
“Hah… and you people thought my brain was fried. Nasty, you’re not comprehending, little things like you are getting left behind before any of the big ones are thought of. It’s people like you that bring me to my lowest. No more dog, no more.”
Confused, he looks back at Knoxville with his head cocked to the side as his eyes squint. “Wha…” Before he can finish, Knoxville kicks him in the stomach. “What the fuck?!” Without hesitation, Knoxville moves in and lifts CHINasty above his head in a reverse fireman’s carry position.
“You’ll think me later for this. If not, you can fuck off.”
Knoxville then turns two revolutions and plants CHINasty’s head into the mat with a spinning reverse Death Valley driver; Drunken Hangover. Slowly climbing to his feet Knoxville looks down at CHINasty in disgust as he mumbles under his breath. “Omerta”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other bitches to tend to. Branden Harvey.”
Exiting the ring, Knoxville slowly walks towards the locker room. The lights above the ring flicker slightly just before getting shut off leaving the surrounding lights on. In the center of the ring, CHINasty lies motionless in the darkness of the ring as we slowly fade to black.
“I’ll admit, things have gotten a little shaky as of late. This isn’t what I had in mind when the thought of returning to APW first crossed my mind. For two weeks now I’ve been shown up in the ring by jerkoffs like Mike Morrison, Johnny Brown and sweet little ass Haley Hitch. I don’t know if that last one qualifies as a jerkoff but I’m always open to receiving one from those hands. You people all know me, well some of you cult TcW followers that is. Other than that, apparently I amount to dick in the popularity vote. Anyway, this ain’t me. That’s all I’m tryin’ to say. I didn’t travel this far back into the country just to suck at what I do. Things have started off a little rough but it’s all in good faith. Although my record may suffer from this little spell here, I have somewhat learned from my mistakes. That is why it’s time to move forward and leave all the bullshit behind. If it’s not relevant, it’s just a memory slowin’ me down.
I’ve accepted the fact that some things just aren’t meant to be. I can promise you though; makin’ a name for myself in APW isn’t one of them! Harvey, this isn’t my first time around the block here. Harvey, I will guarantee you that my lil’ streak of bad luck ends at our one on one match up at Asylum. I refuse to start my return like this. It’s time kick start this bitch into high gear. I’m sorry bro; I can’t start off with a bang like you did when you first signed with the company. I’ve been out of the ring for a minute; you can just consider that a lil’ ring rust bein’ knocked off. I’ve been in this gym all week since gettin’ back into town. I’ve stood right here pushing myself to the limit each and every day. It’s time for all this hard work to pay off. Sorry dude, you just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s nothing personal, only business. Branden, for the past couple of weeks I have been pestered with the annoyance of Johnny Brown. Right now, you’re the only thing standing between me and getting my hands around his neck. Don’t think for one second that I’ll take our preliminary match up lightly. That’s just goin’ to be a lil’ warm up and stretch session for yours truly.
Harvey, we’re both young in the business. While I’m not too familiar with you outside of this conversation, you can bet your little ass that I’m more experienced than you. Not only do I favor you in size, but your level of skill is not quite up to par with der Eiserne Mann’s. Plain and simple, I’m just better than you. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to stand before you like an arrogant asshole but it’s far from bein’ cocky when I know for a fact that I’m putting you on your ass at Asylum. There’s goin’ to be no ifs, ands or buts about it. A new man has risen from the ashes of his burning life, hellfire. This is nature at its finest. As an old friend of mine would say, survival of the fittest. Wait, or was it survival of the sickest? Who fuckin’ knows? Back to what’s important. I’m not goin’ to let some little punk bitch like you get in my way, Branden. I’ve traveled down to the toilet of America and back in search of who the fuck I am. Well, I’ve found the son of a bitch now. I’ve been here all along, hardly unnoticed. In just a handful of days you’ll meet me one on one in the ring Harvey. I’ll be the one standing chest to face with you lookin’ down with amusement. I’m the one that you’ll be lookin’ up at as you taste my boot. I’ll be that mother fucker NOT letting his mouth write checks that his ass can’t cash”
End
