Post by Reaver on Jan 9, 2012 18:14:13 GMT -4
Knuckles: It’s not a bird or a plane. IT’S A JACKASS!! An idiot looking for attention. The only thing about you Jason that hasn’t changed. You still claim to be the influence but haven’t influenced anybody. You certainly haven’t me. Maybe the weed you been toking lately was tainted.
The scene opens on Knuckles standing in a field. Behind him is a giant tarp covering something big.
What have we become Jason? A couple school girls fighting over lip gloss in the bathroom? You might like wearing the white blouse and plaid skirt but I refuse to go down like that. This isn’t like your ordinary scuffles you have week after week Kash and you know that. Each battle we’ve had; had been close, inch by inch, and match after match. You’ve come out on top just about every time no matter how hard I tried. Was it because you listened to the fans? Or was it because you didn’t give a flying fuck about anybody but yourself? Jason took care of Jason and that’s why you ended up at the top. It was the second you decided to do for others that got you kicked off the top of that mountain Kash, and I intend to make sure I slap the piss out of you so hard that you see the light.
We’ve had war after war Kash. Do you remember our first match yet? Do you remember what you said to me before hand? Back when I tried to play “HERO”, it was you who looked at me and said,
“They may cheer for you Johnny boy, but they bet on me. They know that when it comes down to it that I’m the sure bet.”
….and they were right. The fans cheered me and what did it do? I was turned into a circus side show. They continuously cheered for me to go through table after table, chair shot after chair shot. I did everything for the fans and got nothing in return. That’s what I got for being a people’s champion. Now since I could care less, I have only one person to please…..myself.
Knuckles walks over to the tarp and pulls it down. Upon examination, it looks as if there are bundles of tightly packed bundles of weed. Not just any weed, all of them had different labels and stacked almost six feet tall in a pyramid formation. Each label with a different story from black gold to blue sage, all the way to chiba chiba and ganja. One was even labeled yellow submarine.
Knuckles: See this Kash. I got ahold of your private stash. You know, that storage locker you had back in Texas. That’s an awful lot of weed here and I’d hate to see it go to such a waste but I DO love seeing the sweat fall off your face in disbelief so since I don’t give a fuck about toking up, I’m gonna’ watch, from a distance and up wind mind you, just so I can see your face when I stand in that ring. The look on your face that basically tells me that I got so under your skin that you wouldn’t mind losing by DQ just to see me suffer. I want you to hate me Jason. Hate me for everything I am and beat me with in an inch of my life. Do you think I care about my own wellbeing? You forget how much punishment I can really take Kash, you used to tase me on a regular basis remember. So here’s to ya buddy……
SALUDE!!
Knuckles takes a small amount of kerosene and pours some near the edge. He starts walking away from the pile as to not get caught in the smoke being shoved in his face; all the while he is pouring the kerosene on the ground as if to leave a trail. He finally stops and pulls out a pack of matches, lights them up and tosses them to the ground. The line of kerosene lights up and fly’s right to the pyramid of weed. It catches and starts burning fast like a dried up Christmas tree. Soon the field is engulfed in flames as Knuckles looks on in laughter and joy.
Knuckles: There ya go bud, just for you. Does this piss you off yet? Have I gotten under your skin? The real question would have to be, is this REALLY your stash? Did I really go to all that trouble to take your shit just to light the son of a bitch up? Well Jason, perception is everything in this business. The perception you’ve made of yourself as the violent weed smoking bad ass hero is kinda’ lame but if that’s what you want then by all means go for it. This perception you have me, well, to say that I have less heart than Nate Bishop? That bong water has you all kinds of messed up in the head. That guy ran off because he got tired of losing in APW and instead of doing something about it, he bitched and complained every day. Not me Kash. I never once complained about a loss. I took my beatings like a man and kept coming back for more. Just ask Jackson himself just how bad he’s beaten me bloody. At least I had the balls to face him face to face like a man.
I can’t say the same for you though Jason. When the time came to face him one on one in the Nasty 8 semi-finals, you were nowhere to be seen. Then you had a second chance in the finals at a later tournament, you again turned tail and fled. How do I know? There’s no footage of you EVER facing him. I knew there was potential for a loss and I still was in his face. You ran away like the bitch you are. Way to prove to the fans how bad ass you are eh hero? While you will be too busy facing Havok at Survive and Conquer, I will be taking yet another beating from him. Will I lose? Who knows. But you better believe I’ll give it everything I got and if that means I’m going down, rest assure I have no problem taking as many people as I can down with me.
What of YOUR loyalties though Jason? You complain about me not being there when you needed a tag partner to back you up but I didn’t see you sticking your neck out for me during the whole blue waffle incident. Did you back me up?
NO!
Instead, you went out there and said that you didn’t approve of this and that and that I did it without your knowledge yet you were the one to help me plan that shoot weren’t you? Who’s the sack of shit now Kash? You wanted to look good and didn’t care who took the fall. Ironically; you don’t look like the pretty Jason Kash we all know. Instead you look different but I can’t quite put my missing teeth on it……...
The wind starts to pick up as the burning pile slowly starts to come to an end. All that’s left is a smoldering pill of ash and a giant scorched mark on the ground where the pile used to be.
Knuckles: Just like the pile of ash, this is where our friendship died. Is it fixable? Can it be rebuilt? I’m sure it could. For now though, you need a good kick in the balls or possible donkey punch to the back of the head. Maybe that will snap you out of this funk you been in. When will you learn that the people don’t care about what you want, just what they can get for their money. They wanna’ see guys like us spill our blood and end our career’s just for that few moments of awesomeness. I guess in a sense it’s worth it but what happens when the cheers stop Jason? Where do we go from there? Unlike you, I’m gonna’ get as much as I can out of these fuckers and take it all for myself.
If I have to, I’ll rape, pillage, and plunder this shit like a pirate until I’m satisfied. I’m like a case of the clap Kash and no matter what you do, or how hard you try; I’m not going anywhere and you’re stuck with me being in your face. Unless you’re willing to kill me, I’ll keep getting back up for more. That’s not something a hero is willing to do now is it? I beg you Jason; try to end me like you’ve been trying to claim all these years. Come end my shit. Make me bleed harder than you ever have and watch me suffer. I guarantee you I’ll laugh and get back up for more. Isn’t that what heart really is? The ability to keep getting back up no matter how bad things seem?
But I guess I’m just a mistake right? Nothing more than a joke yet you’re the guy who went out of his way to promote Adam Young? Didn’t you slap him with your dick in WCF? Why go to such lengths for a pair of clown shoes? That’s what you called him. Then again Kash; you never had heart yourself, why else would you not put the nail in the coffin? You just can’t finish the job and while I should be on the couch watching you regain the World Title, I’ll be right there to snatch that shit away faster than social services. For all I care Jason, you and I can go head to head at Rasslemania in a dark match and I would be satisfied. I’d be happy knowing that I’m gonna’ get another chance to spill your blood just like you will mine. It will be an exciting conclusion and a tragic end as the people lose yet another hero. That’s when I’ll go home and watch you on the couch you speak of. At least I’ll be comfortable because you’ll be laid up watching the same thing from a hospital bed.
Knuckles walks off as the scene fades.
