Post by Reaver on Dec 28, 2011 5:27:56 GMT -4
(the editing was a misspelling of the title sorry.....damn keyboard 
)
Epilogue:
It’s funny how things work out. The lift off of a brand new company, a warm welcomed return to what appears to be a possible PPV main event. The timing was as perfect as can be, except for one problem…..or should I say two? Both who seem to think that they belong is such as world, such a match as this. It’s high time that I welcome them both into MY neighborhood.
The scene fades in to what appears to be the inside of an old fashioned 1960’s style home, everything from the classic stucco walls to the cheesy tapestry. Some “elevator” type music begins to play as a man walks through the front door. IT’S JOHNNY KNUCKLES!! He walks down the set of stairs while taking off his jacket only to head towards a coat rack where he puts on some lame sweater and singing a very sad tune.
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Knuckles: Hello boys and girls. I don’t have much time today but I’d like to ask you all. Wontcha’ be my neighbor?
The sound of echoes fill the room while the noise of a cricket could be heard in the back ground.
Knuckles: Well alright. In the meantime, I need to go see my old friend King Rico in the land of make believe. So let’s take the magic trip together shall we?
Knuckles sticks his head through a hole in the wall which appears to be a guillotine (may as very well be) only to find himself in a magical place called, “The land of Make Believe”. (why there’s an entire civilization just on the other side of a wall inside a person’s house is beyond me) People are working, children are singing, and a giant ugly person wearing a crown and somebodies hand up his ass; is yelling at people nearby. This is King Rico, the imperious monarch of the neighborhood. He is relatively egocentric, irrational, resistant to change, and temperamental, although open-minded enough to listen when told he is wrong. He has a fondness for giving long-winded speeches and using big words. Other occasional issues are that he has budget problems while his civil engineers were concerned of a water shortage in the kingdom, King Rico was talking about building a swimming pool.
Knuckles: Hey King Rico! How’s everything today?
King Rico: I HATE THIS PLACE! I CAN’T GET A SWIMMING POOL! I CAN’T STOP YELLING AT PEOPLE! MY PENIS IS TOO SMALL SO I TRY TO MAKE UP FOR IT BY ACTING TOUGH BUT I FAIL! AND FOR SOME STRANGE REASON, MY CASTLE IS BUILT NEXT TO THE RAIL ROAD TRACKS! WHAT IS THIS…..MEXICO?!
Knuckles: Oh wow King Rico, it seems like your life is hard. It can’t be all THAT bad right? I mean you do have this lovely lady by your side right?
King Rico: HER?! SHE’S JUST SOME CHICK WHO IS GONNA’ KICK MY ASS THIS WEEK. I TRIED TO SCARE HER OFF BY POUTING MY CHEST OUT LIKE A JACKASS BUT THAT FAILED TOO!
Queen Arcadia: You’re damn right I will. I’m the current APW Suicidal Champion.
Knuckles: Well it’s certainly nice to meet you miss Arcadia.
Queen Arcadia: SHUT UP! If I didn’t have this hand up my ass like King Rico here, I’d kick your ass too.
Knuckles: You guys seem awfully busy so I’ll let you go. Take care!
Knuckles comes out from the wall and shakes his head. He thinks to himself, “Is this the end of old Johnny boy?” He takes off his lame sweater as the scene fades.
Knuckles: How did you enjoy that guys? Entertained? Did I portray you guys perfect or what? I guess the truth hurts sometimes doesn’t it. That’s all you guys seem to be….puppets. While Rico spends his time yelling and complaining, Katrina is floating on top of the world on pure luck. Way to represent APW to the fullest guys. This is exactly why I disappeared for a few months. Remember my last match? Neither does anybody else because of the politics that played into it. So I decided to leave and start a company of my own. Maybe you heard of it? Regardless, one, if not both of you, will certainly feel it.
Rico, why is it that every time I see you on TV, I wanna’ change the damn channel? It’s the same bullshit week in and week out with you man. No wonder you lost the Heavyweight championship…..ohhhhhhhh burn. What? Too soon? If you were a REAL champion, you wouldn’t be bitching about losing it, you would go the fuck out there; you lazy douche bag, and take it back. Instead you waste precious air time complaining how you weren’t pinned and blah blah blah. Does the baby need a diaper change? Nobody cares! Did Jason Kash complain when I took the RW National Championship away from him after I put him on the injured list and pinned another guy? No, he went out and got him some. Now he’s the World Champ.....or used to be? Maybe if you weren’t busy being some sort of coke mule or something, maybe you can figure out a way to EARN that precious rematch you claim to deserve. Instead you, again, waste airtime talking about MY short comings.
Let’s talk about them shall we? I haven’t really done much in APW you’re right. I was here what? A few months? I really didn’t earn much and I’ll gladly admit that. But here YOU are the veteran placed in a match of PPV quality against a guy who hasn’t done much of anything. Where does that place you in terms of pedestals eh’ Rico? They put a guy of my caliber against a former World Champ and the current Suicidal Champion in a match that favors all three of us. Seems to me that the company favors me A LOT more than they ever would you or else you would have had your rematch by now dontcha’ think?
Ya see Rico, APW KNOWS that 2012 is the year of Johnny Knuckles. I returned for that simple reason. Don’t believe me? Ask the board of directors who was next in line to a shot at the top only to have turned them down for something else. THAT’S RIGHT! ME! I turned down the offer because I didn’t feel I earned it. 2012 will be the year I go all the way. Not because I asked for it, not because of some technicality, but because I EARNED IT! This first match back is nothing more than me knocking out the cob webs and shaking off the ring rust. While you’ll be looking for that big WIN, I’ll be finding a place to fit my size 13 wides. This is where things go south for you Casteel, because I really could care less about a victory. I will be working on ways to simply injure both of you. Do I need to stake my claim on violence? No, I don’t need to tell people about how violent I am; they’ve already seen it. Maybe you forgotten how world renown I am but that’s ok Rico, you’ll know sure enough.
As far as Olivetti is concerned. I applaud you. In a world dominated by men, you rose up and snuffed them out. Congratulations. Don’t think for a second though that I will take you lightly. Don’t think for a second that I will overlook you. If anything, I will go the extra mile to make you suffer just for the sheer pleasure, you being champ is just a bonus. I’ll admit that I fired off some knuckle children at the wall for ya. Something about a sexy bitch who can fight makes the ole’ third leg twitch just a little more. While I come off like the creepy guy who stands outside your window hoping to catch a glimpse of side boob, head my warning…..DO NOT TAKE ME LIGHTLY!! I came here to hurt you as severely as I can. With no remorse, with no regret, and no mercy. I’m the type of guy who would slaughter his own mother for a nickel.
I’ve spent my career hurting people, it’s what I do and I enjoy it gleefully. Why? If either of you were half as clever as ya thought ya were, you wouldn’t need me to answer that for you. I made due with what I had and will do anything to survive the fight. You think a referee will be enough to pry me off of either of you? Maybe two? Three? Who knows but I’m willing to find out, are you? That’s why I find it hilarious that good old King Rico thinks he can intimidate me into a loss. The only way Rico is king of ANYTHING would HAVE to be the Land of Make Believe. There’s no other way a guy like that would EVER stay on top for long. All the while Katrina will be ramrodding her championship down Rico’s throat as I hold my chest from all the laughing I’ll be doing in the corner.
Olivetti, I have absolutely nothing against you. So PLEASE I BEG YOU to bust me open. Give me that one reason I need to end you. That goes double for Casteel. Give me the reason I need to finish what’s left of your miserable career. You may have beaten some pretty tough people, but neither of you have beaten me. Well here’s your chance guys. Come get some. Try your best to get the victory because I will be doing everything in my power to make sure that NEITHER of you have the ability to walk out of that match on your own volition. Covered in blood and begging for help to get back to the locker room, I WILL be the guy who makes it so. If there’s one thing I have that you don’t Rico, it’s a victory over Jason Kash. Put that in your corn cobb pipe sideways and shove it. So you can brag about what you’ve done in APW Rico but I’m not the jackass who runs around pretending to be everybody’s king or whatever. You are NOT the top, you are NOT the champ and you certainly are NOT the dominate guy you claim to be, so get over yourself will ya? What will you do when I take that “IRON FIST” of yours and pimp smack you with it like the bitch you are hmm?
Unlike either of you, I made my success on my own. I don’t need to sponge off of anybody. And since you were nice enough to bring up Survive and Conquer, I will let you in on a little secret. I WILL BE THAT GUY. Yes, I said it. It will be I who holds that briefcase at the top of the ladder. Meanwhile I’ll prepare for it by smacking the likes of you around until I get bored of you like a kid at Christmas time. Your world? PFFT. Your world is smack dab in the middle of MY UNIVERSE. So when you look into your giant sack, or lack thereof, and realize that you don’t have enough courage to hold a glass of water….maybe then it might stick in your brain that neither of you have what it takes to get the job done. After that, maybe you guys can come down and see me at the top of the mountain and be my neighbor………
)Epilogue:
It’s funny how things work out. The lift off of a brand new company, a warm welcomed return to what appears to be a possible PPV main event. The timing was as perfect as can be, except for one problem…..or should I say two? Both who seem to think that they belong is such as world, such a match as this. It’s high time that I welcome them both into MY neighborhood.
The scene fades in to what appears to be the inside of an old fashioned 1960’s style home, everything from the classic stucco walls to the cheesy tapestry. Some “elevator” type music begins to play as a man walks through the front door. IT’S JOHNNY KNUCKLES!! He walks down the set of stairs while taking off his jacket only to head towards a coat rack where he puts on some lame sweater and singing a very sad tune.
[/img] [/center]
Knuckles: Hello boys and girls. I don’t have much time today but I’d like to ask you all. Wontcha’ be my neighbor?
The sound of echoes fill the room while the noise of a cricket could be heard in the back ground.
Knuckles: Well alright. In the meantime, I need to go see my old friend King Rico in the land of make believe. So let’s take the magic trip together shall we?
Knuckles sticks his head through a hole in the wall which appears to be a guillotine (may as very well be) only to find himself in a magical place called, “The land of Make Believe”. (why there’s an entire civilization just on the other side of a wall inside a person’s house is beyond me) People are working, children are singing, and a giant ugly person wearing a crown and somebodies hand up his ass; is yelling at people nearby. This is King Rico, the imperious monarch of the neighborhood. He is relatively egocentric, irrational, resistant to change, and temperamental, although open-minded enough to listen when told he is wrong. He has a fondness for giving long-winded speeches and using big words. Other occasional issues are that he has budget problems while his civil engineers were concerned of a water shortage in the kingdom, King Rico was talking about building a swimming pool.
Knuckles: Hey King Rico! How’s everything today?
King Rico: I HATE THIS PLACE! I CAN’T GET A SWIMMING POOL! I CAN’T STOP YELLING AT PEOPLE! MY PENIS IS TOO SMALL SO I TRY TO MAKE UP FOR IT BY ACTING TOUGH BUT I FAIL! AND FOR SOME STRANGE REASON, MY CASTLE IS BUILT NEXT TO THE RAIL ROAD TRACKS! WHAT IS THIS…..MEXICO?!
Knuckles: Oh wow King Rico, it seems like your life is hard. It can’t be all THAT bad right? I mean you do have this lovely lady by your side right?
King Rico: HER?! SHE’S JUST SOME CHICK WHO IS GONNA’ KICK MY ASS THIS WEEK. I TRIED TO SCARE HER OFF BY POUTING MY CHEST OUT LIKE A JACKASS BUT THAT FAILED TOO!
Queen Arcadia: You’re damn right I will. I’m the current APW Suicidal Champion.
Knuckles: Well it’s certainly nice to meet you miss Arcadia.
Queen Arcadia: SHUT UP! If I didn’t have this hand up my ass like King Rico here, I’d kick your ass too.
Knuckles: You guys seem awfully busy so I’ll let you go. Take care!
Knuckles comes out from the wall and shakes his head. He thinks to himself, “Is this the end of old Johnny boy?” He takes off his lame sweater as the scene fades.
Knuckles: How did you enjoy that guys? Entertained? Did I portray you guys perfect or what? I guess the truth hurts sometimes doesn’t it. That’s all you guys seem to be….puppets. While Rico spends his time yelling and complaining, Katrina is floating on top of the world on pure luck. Way to represent APW to the fullest guys. This is exactly why I disappeared for a few months. Remember my last match? Neither does anybody else because of the politics that played into it. So I decided to leave and start a company of my own. Maybe you heard of it? Regardless, one, if not both of you, will certainly feel it.
Rico, why is it that every time I see you on TV, I wanna’ change the damn channel? It’s the same bullshit week in and week out with you man. No wonder you lost the Heavyweight championship…..ohhhhhhhh burn. What? Too soon? If you were a REAL champion, you wouldn’t be bitching about losing it, you would go the fuck out there; you lazy douche bag, and take it back. Instead you waste precious air time complaining how you weren’t pinned and blah blah blah. Does the baby need a diaper change? Nobody cares! Did Jason Kash complain when I took the RW National Championship away from him after I put him on the injured list and pinned another guy? No, he went out and got him some. Now he’s the World Champ.....or used to be? Maybe if you weren’t busy being some sort of coke mule or something, maybe you can figure out a way to EARN that precious rematch you claim to deserve. Instead you, again, waste airtime talking about MY short comings.
Let’s talk about them shall we? I haven’t really done much in APW you’re right. I was here what? A few months? I really didn’t earn much and I’ll gladly admit that. But here YOU are the veteran placed in a match of PPV quality against a guy who hasn’t done much of anything. Where does that place you in terms of pedestals eh’ Rico? They put a guy of my caliber against a former World Champ and the current Suicidal Champion in a match that favors all three of us. Seems to me that the company favors me A LOT more than they ever would you or else you would have had your rematch by now dontcha’ think?
Ya see Rico, APW KNOWS that 2012 is the year of Johnny Knuckles. I returned for that simple reason. Don’t believe me? Ask the board of directors who was next in line to a shot at the top only to have turned them down for something else. THAT’S RIGHT! ME! I turned down the offer because I didn’t feel I earned it. 2012 will be the year I go all the way. Not because I asked for it, not because of some technicality, but because I EARNED IT! This first match back is nothing more than me knocking out the cob webs and shaking off the ring rust. While you’ll be looking for that big WIN, I’ll be finding a place to fit my size 13 wides. This is where things go south for you Casteel, because I really could care less about a victory. I will be working on ways to simply injure both of you. Do I need to stake my claim on violence? No, I don’t need to tell people about how violent I am; they’ve already seen it. Maybe you forgotten how world renown I am but that’s ok Rico, you’ll know sure enough.
As far as Olivetti is concerned. I applaud you. In a world dominated by men, you rose up and snuffed them out. Congratulations. Don’t think for a second though that I will take you lightly. Don’t think for a second that I will overlook you. If anything, I will go the extra mile to make you suffer just for the sheer pleasure, you being champ is just a bonus. I’ll admit that I fired off some knuckle children at the wall for ya. Something about a sexy bitch who can fight makes the ole’ third leg twitch just a little more. While I come off like the creepy guy who stands outside your window hoping to catch a glimpse of side boob, head my warning…..DO NOT TAKE ME LIGHTLY!! I came here to hurt you as severely as I can. With no remorse, with no regret, and no mercy. I’m the type of guy who would slaughter his own mother for a nickel.
I’ve spent my career hurting people, it’s what I do and I enjoy it gleefully. Why? If either of you were half as clever as ya thought ya were, you wouldn’t need me to answer that for you. I made due with what I had and will do anything to survive the fight. You think a referee will be enough to pry me off of either of you? Maybe two? Three? Who knows but I’m willing to find out, are you? That’s why I find it hilarious that good old King Rico thinks he can intimidate me into a loss. The only way Rico is king of ANYTHING would HAVE to be the Land of Make Believe. There’s no other way a guy like that would EVER stay on top for long. All the while Katrina will be ramrodding her championship down Rico’s throat as I hold my chest from all the laughing I’ll be doing in the corner.
Olivetti, I have absolutely nothing against you. So PLEASE I BEG YOU to bust me open. Give me that one reason I need to end you. That goes double for Casteel. Give me the reason I need to finish what’s left of your miserable career. You may have beaten some pretty tough people, but neither of you have beaten me. Well here’s your chance guys. Come get some. Try your best to get the victory because I will be doing everything in my power to make sure that NEITHER of you have the ability to walk out of that match on your own volition. Covered in blood and begging for help to get back to the locker room, I WILL be the guy who makes it so. If there’s one thing I have that you don’t Rico, it’s a victory over Jason Kash. Put that in your corn cobb pipe sideways and shove it. So you can brag about what you’ve done in APW Rico but I’m not the jackass who runs around pretending to be everybody’s king or whatever. You are NOT the top, you are NOT the champ and you certainly are NOT the dominate guy you claim to be, so get over yourself will ya? What will you do when I take that “IRON FIST” of yours and pimp smack you with it like the bitch you are hmm?
Unlike either of you, I made my success on my own. I don’t need to sponge off of anybody. And since you were nice enough to bring up Survive and Conquer, I will let you in on a little secret. I WILL BE THAT GUY. Yes, I said it. It will be I who holds that briefcase at the top of the ladder. Meanwhile I’ll prepare for it by smacking the likes of you around until I get bored of you like a kid at Christmas time. Your world? PFFT. Your world is smack dab in the middle of MY UNIVERSE. So when you look into your giant sack, or lack thereof, and realize that you don’t have enough courage to hold a glass of water….maybe then it might stick in your brain that neither of you have what it takes to get the job done. After that, maybe you guys can come down and see me at the top of the mountain and be my neighbor………
