Post by Reaver on Dec 31, 2011 18:58:14 GMT -4
Epilogue:
You hate me.
You hate me because I’m not you. You hate me because I’m not like them.
You hate me for everything I do, and what I’ve done back then.
I’m not the sheep that follow the herd; I’m not the crowd that obeys your orders.
You hate me because I’m a nerd, and don’t stay within your borders.
I don’t follow your ways, and stick with mine.
I don’t play games and waste any time.
For all the hate you’ve wasted on me……
Could have been used to find defeat.
But since you’re engulfed in hate, I just sit back and wait,
For you to beat yourself………Check and Mate!!
-An original poem by Nicholas Winfield
The scene fades in as Johnny Knuckles is seen standing outside of a massage parlor with a smile from cheek to cheek. He is accompanied by a business associate, Mike, from his new line of Donkey Punch sports drink (WHICH IS AVAILABLE IN STORES NOW….for a nominal fee.) who also happens to be a midget. (who doesn’t love a good midget? Mike the midget, get it?)
Mike: Ok so this is the place that has them but I’d like to know, how is this supposed to help you train?
Knuckles: You’ll see soon enough but I do need to relax a bit. All this business bullshit is racking my brain.
Mike: Money is money. So let’s get this bullshit over with right?
Knuckles: Right! Just so you know though, I’ve never been in a place like this before.
Knuckles and Mike walk in as they are greeted by the mistress of the operation.
Mistress: Ahhh Mr. Sorrentino. Welcome back. I trust things are going well? I had the ladies dress up just the way you asked for.
Mike: Never been here before huh?
Knuckles whistles as the mistress claps her hands and ten midget women come waddling out wearing “Luchadora” masks.
Knuckles: HA, PERFECT!
Mike: Wait, how the hell is this supposed to help you train?
Knuckles: Well, by my estimations; Katrina is no ordinary woman. She has the retard strength of about eight midgets. If I “train” against ten of them, I should have the upper hand. She is after all the current Suicidal Champ.
Mike: Why does this not surprise me?
Knuckles: Oh wait……
Knuckles pulls out an “Elmer Fudd” mask that has “King Rico” on the forehead and shoves it on Mike. He squirms at first but then stares at Knuckles with this look on his face. (how could you see it through the mask?)
Mike:……Really?
Knuckles: Now since you’re playing the part of our illustrious King Rico, I expect you to do what he would do in everyday life…….stand in the corner and wet yourself. Oh, and if you can pretend to have an aneurism too, that would help greatly….THANKS!!
Mike: Wow, I’m not going with you anywhere any more EVER!!
Knuckles: SWEET! Now ladies, I expect you to be as kinky and brutal as the real thing. HAVE AT YOU!!
The girls all giggle as Knuckles chases them all into the back room with Mike waddling behind with his head down and the scene fades.
Knuckles: Confused yet? I would like to think so. This entire match is centered around MY RETURN. Therefore it is I who will dictate the pace. I have nothing but respect for Ms. Olivetti, especially since you were born in Brooklyn. I respect you because you’re a very sexy bitch. The fact is though Katrina, you haven’t been put to the true test yet. Sure you’ve had some lucky feats here and there but you really haven’t been pushed to your limits yet. Why else would you explain your rise in APW, or lack thereof? In all of your time here, you have yet to become an APW or IWC world champion of any kind. You basically fucked you way to the middle. Why is that? The truth is simple Katrina; you don’t have what it takes to be the TOP spot. Sure you’re a nice draw for the crowds but when people come to APW, they don’t think of Katrina Olivetti. So they basically stuck you in a division that you can run on your own without worry. Kind of like placing a spider monkey in a cage filled with guinea pigs. You slung around enough poop to rule the roost there and it’s entertaining to watch you masturbate.
As far as Casteel goes, I’m sure he is done changing his diaper by now to watch this. Wondering why you were portrayed by Elmer Fudd? It’s because you are nothing more than an angry Looney Toon. I would have guessed like Wyle E Coyote but he has way too much brains for you. That’s why you’re the equivalent to Elmer. You just can’t seem to stop being angry long enough to focus and get the job done. People prank on you all day and even though you persona the phrase, “Even a blind squirrel find a nut now and then”, you still come off like a jackass. Not to mention that you associated yourself with that Foghorn Leghorn tag team partner now. “I say, I say I say……blah blah blah …..son”. He looks more like Colonel Sanders. I swear to god that if that feathered friend of yours steps foot NEAR that ring, I’ll cut his ass up like a ten piece bucket.
Neither one of you have the skill and determination to beat me. You both use hate as a form of power but of you lack the control to use it. Even now, watching this, you both are angry and frustrated. How can a guy like me show such disrespect? Unlike King Rico over there, there’s actually method to MY madness. Neither one of you know how to handle a guy who is as unpredictable as I am. I’m in both of your heads and its spinning round and round like the tilt-a-whirl at the carnival. You finally get off my ride just in time to hurl all over the place. Or maybe that's because you wasted 30 seconds of your life watching an Adam Young promo who knows. How can you prepare for the unknown? How do you deal with a guy who uses such mind games and unorthodox training techniques to beat down his opponent?
You can’t.
You talk about realization Rico, how’s this for realization. I have you laughing; knowing you’re about to get your ass kicked. The problem is you take me WAY too lightly. That’s why you’re sorry ass isn’t champ anymore….or was that just too real for you? Am I surprised you haven’t heard of me? Now why would a moron like you ACTUALLY DO SOME HOMEWORK ON AN OPPONENT? It doesn’t surprise me one bit that you have no damn clue. Try going to EFK or CWC and asking around. Go talk to Brad Jackson, he’ll tell ya. Ask Andy Titsuhiro, Glenn Legend, Paul Blair or Shane Clemmens. They will all tell you the same thing. Don’t know who THEY are either? That doesn’t surprise me there either. All big names in our business and once again your too stupid to figure out who anybody really is. If you had ANY common sense, you would find out your opponents in’s and out’s before every match, like you for example. I know that you try to be all smash mouth and gung-ho, but that’s really all you got. You lack the capacity to accept other possibilities and that my diaper wearing friend, will be your ultimate downfall. You know NOTHING about me and are so close minded that you don’t take me seriously enough. If I were you, I’d start looking for a new job because your flavor is old and weak. Nobody wants to see King Rico. Rico doesn’t even wanna’ see Rico anymore. You’re so sick of yourself that you have an alternate persona just to get some alone time.
You both look at me and see nothing but fun and games. You laugh at my jokes and take me lightly. THIS is how I own you both. These are the mind games that PROVE I am everything I say I am. You don’t take me seriously and that’s exactly where I wanted you to go. This is how I’ve dictated the pace and you both fell into the trap, hook line and sinker. And by the way, when I call you “KING” its rhetorical not literal. For you to be king is a joke. That’s why it can only happen in the Land of Make Believe. Here in APW, you’re nothing more than the castrated bull whose remaining genitals are tied and made forced to be ridden by everybody else here in APW. You’re angry. You spit and kick a tough game but, just like in the bedroom I’m sure, you can’t make it the whole eight seconds. How does it feel knowing that you already come into this match a loser? If I’m not much of a threat there Casteel, why am I the focus of your drug induced rants? You may not know it but you certainly feel it. You hate me because you know deep down that I’ve already won this match. I rode you like the bitch you are and beat the clock.
It makes no difference who I beat first and who I beat last. The end result will be the same as I walk out of Asylum and into 2012 on a positive note. You really think you’re winning Rico? Do you really believe that’s what’s gonna’ happen? Ok there Charlie Sheen, if you’re winning, then somebody needs to check the fucking score board. Maybe on another planet; in an alternate universe, but not here, not now. I bet you think you’re a Warlock from outer space too huh? Whatever drugs you’re on, fucking share that shit because I’d LOVE to feel as good as you do when you’re on this power trip of yours. I do have a theory though. You call yourself the “Loose Cannon” right? I bet I can guess why they REALLY call you loose huh? Maybe that original title reign came with a price eh Kingy? Just how LOOSE have you become since then huh? HA! I bet you’d make one hell of a coke mule with all that room.
You both better fight as hard as you can for second place because there’s NO chance beyond that. I’ve grossed out Katrina to the point where she is speechless and I’ve got you laughing so hard that you can’t see straight. Ya know the old saying, “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”? Well Rico, people with glass jaws shouldn’t be throwing punches. There goes your entire arsenal of moves saved for this match. You’re one good “HEE HAW” away from a loss and this is the real reason you hate me. I am for real. I am everything I say I am. I refuse to bow down and I spill the truth regardless of how brutal my honesty really is. You hate the fact that you can’t beat a guy who is more ruthless and relentless than you. I am better than you in EVERY way. When Katrina finally decides to swallow the load she has in front of her and see’s what I do to you, she too will realize who she fucked with. Just remember guys, there’s nothing personal; it’s just business.
You hate me.
You hate me because I’m not you. You hate me because I’m not like them.
You hate me for everything I do, and what I’ve done back then.
I’m not the sheep that follow the herd; I’m not the crowd that obeys your orders.
You hate me because I’m a nerd, and don’t stay within your borders.
I don’t follow your ways, and stick with mine.
I don’t play games and waste any time.
For all the hate you’ve wasted on me……
Could have been used to find defeat.
But since you’re engulfed in hate, I just sit back and wait,
For you to beat yourself………Check and Mate!!
-An original poem by Nicholas Winfield
The scene fades in as Johnny Knuckles is seen standing outside of a massage parlor with a smile from cheek to cheek. He is accompanied by a business associate, Mike, from his new line of Donkey Punch sports drink (WHICH IS AVAILABLE IN STORES NOW….for a nominal fee.) who also happens to be a midget. (who doesn’t love a good midget? Mike the midget, get it?)
Mike: Ok so this is the place that has them but I’d like to know, how is this supposed to help you train?
Knuckles: You’ll see soon enough but I do need to relax a bit. All this business bullshit is racking my brain.
Mike: Money is money. So let’s get this bullshit over with right?
Knuckles: Right! Just so you know though, I’ve never been in a place like this before.
Knuckles and Mike walk in as they are greeted by the mistress of the operation.
Mistress: Ahhh Mr. Sorrentino. Welcome back. I trust things are going well? I had the ladies dress up just the way you asked for.
Mike: Never been here before huh?
Knuckles whistles as the mistress claps her hands and ten midget women come waddling out wearing “Luchadora” masks.
Knuckles: HA, PERFECT!
Mike: Wait, how the hell is this supposed to help you train?
Knuckles: Well, by my estimations; Katrina is no ordinary woman. She has the retard strength of about eight midgets. If I “train” against ten of them, I should have the upper hand. She is after all the current Suicidal Champ.
Mike: Why does this not surprise me?
Knuckles: Oh wait……
Knuckles pulls out an “Elmer Fudd” mask that has “King Rico” on the forehead and shoves it on Mike. He squirms at first but then stares at Knuckles with this look on his face. (how could you see it through the mask?)
Mike:……Really?
Knuckles: Now since you’re playing the part of our illustrious King Rico, I expect you to do what he would do in everyday life…….stand in the corner and wet yourself. Oh, and if you can pretend to have an aneurism too, that would help greatly….THANKS!!
Mike: Wow, I’m not going with you anywhere any more EVER!!
Knuckles: SWEET! Now ladies, I expect you to be as kinky and brutal as the real thing. HAVE AT YOU!!
The girls all giggle as Knuckles chases them all into the back room with Mike waddling behind with his head down and the scene fades.
Knuckles: Confused yet? I would like to think so. This entire match is centered around MY RETURN. Therefore it is I who will dictate the pace. I have nothing but respect for Ms. Olivetti, especially since you were born in Brooklyn. I respect you because you’re a very sexy bitch. The fact is though Katrina, you haven’t been put to the true test yet. Sure you’ve had some lucky feats here and there but you really haven’t been pushed to your limits yet. Why else would you explain your rise in APW, or lack thereof? In all of your time here, you have yet to become an APW or IWC world champion of any kind. You basically fucked you way to the middle. Why is that? The truth is simple Katrina; you don’t have what it takes to be the TOP spot. Sure you’re a nice draw for the crowds but when people come to APW, they don’t think of Katrina Olivetti. So they basically stuck you in a division that you can run on your own without worry. Kind of like placing a spider monkey in a cage filled with guinea pigs. You slung around enough poop to rule the roost there and it’s entertaining to watch you masturbate.
As far as Casteel goes, I’m sure he is done changing his diaper by now to watch this. Wondering why you were portrayed by Elmer Fudd? It’s because you are nothing more than an angry Looney Toon. I would have guessed like Wyle E Coyote but he has way too much brains for you. That’s why you’re the equivalent to Elmer. You just can’t seem to stop being angry long enough to focus and get the job done. People prank on you all day and even though you persona the phrase, “Even a blind squirrel find a nut now and then”, you still come off like a jackass. Not to mention that you associated yourself with that Foghorn Leghorn tag team partner now. “I say, I say I say……blah blah blah …..son”. He looks more like Colonel Sanders. I swear to god that if that feathered friend of yours steps foot NEAR that ring, I’ll cut his ass up like a ten piece bucket.
Neither one of you have the skill and determination to beat me. You both use hate as a form of power but of you lack the control to use it. Even now, watching this, you both are angry and frustrated. How can a guy like me show such disrespect? Unlike King Rico over there, there’s actually method to MY madness. Neither one of you know how to handle a guy who is as unpredictable as I am. I’m in both of your heads and its spinning round and round like the tilt-a-whirl at the carnival. You finally get off my ride just in time to hurl all over the place. Or maybe that's because you wasted 30 seconds of your life watching an Adam Young promo who knows. How can you prepare for the unknown? How do you deal with a guy who uses such mind games and unorthodox training techniques to beat down his opponent?
You can’t.
You talk about realization Rico, how’s this for realization. I have you laughing; knowing you’re about to get your ass kicked. The problem is you take me WAY too lightly. That’s why you’re sorry ass isn’t champ anymore….or was that just too real for you? Am I surprised you haven’t heard of me? Now why would a moron like you ACTUALLY DO SOME HOMEWORK ON AN OPPONENT? It doesn’t surprise me one bit that you have no damn clue. Try going to EFK or CWC and asking around. Go talk to Brad Jackson, he’ll tell ya. Ask Andy Titsuhiro, Glenn Legend, Paul Blair or Shane Clemmens. They will all tell you the same thing. Don’t know who THEY are either? That doesn’t surprise me there either. All big names in our business and once again your too stupid to figure out who anybody really is. If you had ANY common sense, you would find out your opponents in’s and out’s before every match, like you for example. I know that you try to be all smash mouth and gung-ho, but that’s really all you got. You lack the capacity to accept other possibilities and that my diaper wearing friend, will be your ultimate downfall. You know NOTHING about me and are so close minded that you don’t take me seriously enough. If I were you, I’d start looking for a new job because your flavor is old and weak. Nobody wants to see King Rico. Rico doesn’t even wanna’ see Rico anymore. You’re so sick of yourself that you have an alternate persona just to get some alone time.
You both look at me and see nothing but fun and games. You laugh at my jokes and take me lightly. THIS is how I own you both. These are the mind games that PROVE I am everything I say I am. You don’t take me seriously and that’s exactly where I wanted you to go. This is how I’ve dictated the pace and you both fell into the trap, hook line and sinker. And by the way, when I call you “KING” its rhetorical not literal. For you to be king is a joke. That’s why it can only happen in the Land of Make Believe. Here in APW, you’re nothing more than the castrated bull whose remaining genitals are tied and made forced to be ridden by everybody else here in APW. You’re angry. You spit and kick a tough game but, just like in the bedroom I’m sure, you can’t make it the whole eight seconds. How does it feel knowing that you already come into this match a loser? If I’m not much of a threat there Casteel, why am I the focus of your drug induced rants? You may not know it but you certainly feel it. You hate me because you know deep down that I’ve already won this match. I rode you like the bitch you are and beat the clock.
It makes no difference who I beat first and who I beat last. The end result will be the same as I walk out of Asylum and into 2012 on a positive note. You really think you’re winning Rico? Do you really believe that’s what’s gonna’ happen? Ok there Charlie Sheen, if you’re winning, then somebody needs to check the fucking score board. Maybe on another planet; in an alternate universe, but not here, not now. I bet you think you’re a Warlock from outer space too huh? Whatever drugs you’re on, fucking share that shit because I’d LOVE to feel as good as you do when you’re on this power trip of yours. I do have a theory though. You call yourself the “Loose Cannon” right? I bet I can guess why they REALLY call you loose huh? Maybe that original title reign came with a price eh Kingy? Just how LOOSE have you become since then huh? HA! I bet you’d make one hell of a coke mule with all that room.
You both better fight as hard as you can for second place because there’s NO chance beyond that. I’ve grossed out Katrina to the point where she is speechless and I’ve got you laughing so hard that you can’t see straight. Ya know the old saying, “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”? Well Rico, people with glass jaws shouldn’t be throwing punches. There goes your entire arsenal of moves saved for this match. You’re one good “HEE HAW” away from a loss and this is the real reason you hate me. I am for real. I am everything I say I am. I refuse to bow down and I spill the truth regardless of how brutal my honesty really is. You hate the fact that you can’t beat a guy who is more ruthless and relentless than you. I am better than you in EVERY way. When Katrina finally decides to swallow the load she has in front of her and see’s what I do to you, she too will realize who she fucked with. Just remember guys, there’s nothing personal; it’s just business.
