Post by chinasty on May 1, 2011 22:40:03 GMT -5
- WASTED INTRODUCTION -
"My time here in Mexico is getting closer and closer to being nothing but a memory. These past few weeks have been a roller coaster of ups and downs. This past week though, this past week is a new beginning. It doesn't matter how many people you put me in the ring with. Sure, I can doubt myself at times but that's just human nature. Who doesn't doubt themselves from time to time? Well that shit ends here and now. Mexico, I've mentioned numerous times that you're the toilet of America, the greatest Goddamn country on Earth. Now it's my time to shit on you before comin' home. I've been down here long enough. Moctezuma's Revenge is a mother fucker and I've been duckin' that bitch for too long down here.
When I first stepped over that invisible line separating poverty from civilization I thought this would be one long walk in the park. Little did I know that I was in for the time of my life. After that first breath of shit stinched air I found myself after the one person who influenced my decision to join Wrestling Championship Federation. Shortly after viewing things from a different perspective I fell into a pissin' contest with a man who wishes he was half the influence his partner was... Well, I showed that poser who was the bigger influence at Explosion. Now I find myself havin' to go against him once again in the ring. Influence is the most powerful thing in the world. Some of us have it, and some of us don't. You're just under someone else's influence. Now it's my time.
I guess this whole adventure wasn't a complete waste. At the end of the day I find myself thrown into a match with a World Heavyweight championship shot on the line. This opportunity doesn't come around often and when it does you can guarantee that I'll step to the plate. I've had my title shots over the years but never one of this magnitude. It's not all about the gold though. I have some unfinished business that needs attention in that ring. Last week's work was just an attempt to get your attention. Now that I have it try to keep up. I've been hopin' to get in a fuckin' Mexican standoff while down here. I find it ironic that I'm just now walkin' into one on my way out of this dump. It is what it is though. I'd rather take this opportunity and run with it while on my own soil than have it slip through my fingers in this shithole. Enough with the theatrics, let's take this mother fucker back to a country thirsty for blood and violence. Mexico, it's been good but it will never be anything like an American Highlife."
- Fear And Loathing In Mexico, Chapter 8, Pt. 4 -
[/color][/center]Thursday 12:11 AM [Apr. 28th, 2011]
Del Rio, Mexico
Del Rio, Mexico
The wet streets of downtown sleep quietly as the moon above illuminates everything beneath. A storm has just recently passed leaving nothing behind but empty streets and the smell of fear lingering in the air. A few scattered clouds blow by in the distance as the storm clears up and heads south.
The stars twinkle in the sky as the temperature slightly drops. The streets are dark for the most part except for the open areas lit up from above. A few street lights are spaced along the curb but hardly any work. A couple of voices can be heard in the distance as the wind carries the sound.
"Where is that piece of shit?" one of the voices says from the dark depths of a secluded alley. Two distant figures can be seen moving in the darkness getting closer by the moment. An orange glow floats in the darkness bouncing up and down.
A cough is heard as another voice speaks up from the darkness. "He said he'll be here dude."
As the figure approaches Knoxville's face appears for a brief moment. The moon light barely breaks through to penetrate the alley before it ends into the dirty streets of Del Rio. As he walks out into the well lit street corner Knoxville takes a drag from the cigarette hanging from his lips.
CHINasty walks by his side with a bottle of tequila in hand. "He better fucking be here. I hate being lied to." he says right before taking a swig from the half full bottle.
Knoxville replies softly as he exhales through his nostrils. "He told you he'd be here. Got it. Maybe he's runnin' late like us."
Shaking his head back and forth CHINasty leans against the brick wall behind him and crosses his arm. He pulls out a cigarette of his own and places it between his lips.
"I thought you didn't smoke anymore." Knoxville says as he takes another drag from his cigarette.
CHINasty pauses for a moment and just holds his hand up with his lighter clinched. "I thought I didn't either." he replies as he looks down at the concrete beneath their feet. He then looks up at Knoxville as he lights the tip of his cigarette and takes that first draw from the unfiltered crutch.
Knoxville looks around the streets for a moment and then takes one final drag before inhaling the toxins and tossing it aside. He leans his head back and exhales through his nose like a fire breathing dragon. "Don't be nervous man. I got us into this mess and I can get us out." Knoxville says with confidence as he looks over at CHINasty.
Chin seems to be struck with the jitters tonight. He shakes at random as he quickly burns through the cigarette. As it shakes in his hand the orange glow bounces all over the place catching Knoxville's attention. With Knoxville stuck in a daze Chin clears his throat before replying. "What mess?"
"Actually... I don't really know. You just seem to have your panties in a bunch over something tonight. I told you not to bring those shrooms on this road trip back to the states." Knoxville says as his eyes follow the cherry from the cigarette.
"I didn't hold a gun to your head though, did I?" CHINasty mumbles as he looks around the sky.
As a smile comes to his face Knoxville thinks to himself for a moment before responding. "No you didn't. Seven caps may have been a little too much though. I can feel this bitch comin' on heavy."
Flicking his cigarette in the street CHINasty rubs his eyes as he exhales that last bit of smoke buried deep in his lungs. He then looks over at Knoxville with a grin from ear to ear. "Me too brah." he says as he laughs for a moment. He then gets a hold of himself and straightens his act as he says, "Too bad I can't come across that border with you tomorrow. I wish I could but I'm just not welcome by the law of the land."
"I know man. I'll be back down though. Right now I just have to keep my act together and get my ass to Colorado." Knoxville says as he fumbles with his pack of cigarettes for a moment.
CHINasty shakes his head once more as he says, "You'll be fine Monday night. This shit will wear off by sunrise... if you quit eating these bitches like candy."
After fidgeting with them for a moment Knoxville pulls out another cigarette from the beaten box. He places it between his lips as it hangs there quickly bouncing up and down. "Dude, this journey down here and acquaintance has been nothin' but one long trip. I need to get shit together and hit the ground in America runnin'."
"Just because you fell into a match with a title shot at the end doesn't mean you should quit being the person you are." CHINasty quickly responds.
Knoxville lights the end of his cigarette as he inhales the smoke. The light from the moon reflects off his eyes. Dilated, his pupils grow in size almost replacing the blue iris. Slowly turning his head as he stares at his surroundings Knoxville yawns just before responding. "Dude, if I were back in the states you wouldn't catch me in this situation. Yes, I do get fucked up on the reg but it's time for business brah. Somehow or another I find myself with an opportunity to compete for top gold. Last time I was in WCF I turned my back to the world and best friend with tag gold on the line. This is my one and only chance for redemption."
"Man, you've been down here in the asshole of America high as a mother fucker and you lucked up with this break." CHINasty quickly says with meaning.
Knoxville quickly turns his head and look CHINasty in the eyes piercing into his soul. "Watch it, dick!" he says as he pushes himself off the wall and takes a few steps into the solitude of the street. "What you don't realize is that I have fought this entire time to get this opportunity presented before me. I turned my back on the pharmaceuticals two months ago. This has been an addiction eatin' away at me little by little. I finally kicked the habit and get things goin' in my direction and you want to call it flat out luck?"
CHINasty blinks his eyes as he looks at Knoxville standing across from him. "Good job on kicking the habit brother. I wish I could do the same but these little joys of life as so easy and cheap to get a hold of. But you've only been in WCF for what, three weeks now?"
"Yea, three weeks. What's your point?" Knoxville replies.
CHINasty leans off the wall and rubs his chin for a moment. "All I'm saying is that you really haven't done anything to deserve a World title shot. But neither have the people that are getting in the ring with you. There are a few but for the most part there's a bunch of talent deprived jerk offs."
Knoxville takes a drag from the cigarette hanging from his mouth before responding with concern. "I've busted my ass my entire career while in the ring. Sure, I've had some rough patches outside of the ring but when it's time for business I come correct. There are only a handful of these people that even cross my mind when the word competition comes to thought. I'm hungry for gold. I've been hungry since the day GCW sank."
"I've only known you for a couple weeks now Tommy." CHINasty says as he takes a big swig from the warm bottle of tequila resting in his hand. "I haven't seen or heard of you in the past but you proved something to me at Explosion. You proved that you're one tough son of a bitch and you're just as much of a contender as anyone else, if not better."
"Thanks... man. There are a couple guys that catch my attention really. Johnny Reb and Doc Henry know who I am. We've had our run in's last year." Knoxville says while breathing the smoke through his nose. "Then there's D-Day. This fuckin' guy... talk about fuckin' luck. There is one thing we have in common, though. We both don't care for Dangertainment. Unlike D-Day though, I didn't get cut from the squad. Fuck Dangertainment, they couldn't have me. Influence is a big factor in why I have returned to WCF. Last year WCF was influenced like never before. Dangertainment isn't nothing but a cheap immitation of the greatest alliance known to WCF. D-Day couldn't cut it alongside these clowns so why the fuck should I be concerned with him in the ring?" Knoxville catches his breath after rambling on and on...
CHINasty stares at him for a brief moment with a dumb look on his face. His eyes then widen as he says, "What about your little boyfriend?"
Knoxville cracks a smile just before taking another drag from the white filter resting between his lips. "Who, Nate? pfft... He'll get his, you can believe that. His luck is comin' to an end real quick. I showed him who's in charge at Explosion earlier in the week. It's time to put him in his place now once and for all."
"Right..." CHINasty replies with the same dumb look on his face.
"Hell yea!" Knoxville yells.
CHINasty comes to his senses and grabs Knoxville by the shoulder clinching his shirt in his hand. He moves in closer and stares into Knoxville's eyes with a goofy expression painted over his face. "I'm going to eat Nate Bishop and paint the walls blood with his red."
Knoxville laughs as he looks down with the cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Say that again bo'." He opens his pack of cigarettes and pulls out a nicely rolled joint and holds it in front of his face just staring at it. A big grin comes to his face as the cigarette falls from his mouth dying as the cherry drowns in a puddle of water.
"You heard me mother fucker" CHINasty says as his facial expression changes in the blink of an eye.
"Yea, I heard you. But you're talkin' stupid." Knoxville then yawns for a moment. "Damn, it's almost time. But anyway Chin, I can tell you're in another fuckin' world."
CHINasty looks at Knoxville wierd for a moment before responding. "And you're fuckin' not? I can hear you over there yawning like a little girl."
Knoxville holds his lighter up and strikes the top igniting the flame. He then lights the joint hanging from his mouth and takes two back to back tokes of the green goodness and inhales. The sensations from the shrooms take over his body as he quickly coughs from the crucial hit. His eyes squint as he bunches his face up in reaction. "Speakin' of girls. What about Kaylyn, dude?"
"I don't know man. She doesn't really seem like she's into you bro. I think she's just fucking with your head. What you need to think about is that hot little mamacita you're up against, Ana Valentine." CHINasty says as he begins to laugh while grabbing the joint from Knoxville's hand.
"Well... Ana is hot after all. I don't know man. She just doesn't compare to Kaylyn's style and sexy figure." Knoxville says as the words seem to calm his body.
CHINasty takes a couple puffs from the marijuana cigarette holding in the smoke for as long as he can. His mouth explodes as a cloud of smoke erupts from his mouth escaping the depths of his lungs. "cough ... cough ... damn son."
"I don't care what you think. If she wants to play games then lets play. We'll see just how long she can resist after I earn that title shot." Knoxville says as he reaches out for the joint.
"Hold on bitch." CHINasty says as he takes another drag from the joint. He French inhales as a tear rolls down his cheek from the smoke getting in his eyes. Holding the smoke in his chest Chin passes the joint to Knoxville and says, "I'm telling you bro. She's fucking with your head. You need to worry about that strap and forget about that broad." CHINasty exhales and blows the smoke in Knoxville's face.
Holding the joint in hand Knoxville raises it to his lips and takes a big slow draw. He inhales the smoke for a moment before leaning his head back and exhaling smoke rings into the midnight air. After the last ring he lowers his head and looks at CHINasty as he takes another drag of the herbal goodness. While holding ther smoke in his chest he grabs the bottle of tequila from Chin and takes a swig. He then exhales and says, "Like i said. I'll just let her come to me. I have more important things to worry myself with... like... that beautiful ass... those luscious lips... wait a second. I have a championship to worry myself with. Or worry the championship with me. Holy shit..."
"I told you to go easy on these bad boys." CHINasty says as he laughs and takes a drink from the bottle. Tequila runs down his chin as he wipes it off with his arm. He looks at Knoxville whose eyes are closed with a big smile on his face. "Wake up there buddy. You can't even think straight."
"I'm awake, bud. This is just overwhelming..." Knoxville mumbles as CHINasty looks around his surroundings alert and aware of everything in the background. Knoxville suddenly jumps forward with fright splattered all over his face. "I can't touch my face." He says as he pulls the skin of his cheeks.
CHINasty backs up a few steps into the darkness of the alley and disappears. Out of sight and unnoticed CHINasty quietly replies, "Welcome to hell..."
Knoxville's eyes widen as his head pops up. Staring into the moon the light reflects off his black pupils. "I gotta get the fuck out of here." he says as he takes a slow pull from the joint.
"Boo!" CHINasty jumps from the darkness and yells as Knoxville turns his attention in his direction.
Knoxville jumps back swinging his arms as the joint bounces up and down in his mouth. "Ahh!!!" he yells with his fists balled and eyes alert for action.
CHINasty laughs hysterically as he slaps his knees. "I told you to wake the fuck up!"
"You can kiss my ass Plex." Knoxville replies.
"Who the fuck is Plex?" CHINasty answers with.
Knoxville looks around for a minute as if he were lost. He blinks quite often as he checks out his surroundings. "What, Chin?" he asks.
CHINasty looks at Knoxville with a bit of confusion. He then yawns quietly while watching and wondering what will happen next. "You called me Plex. Who the hell is Plex?" he says.
"Don't you worry yourself with that, guy. Jimmy Knuckles will answer that question soon enough." Knoxville replies as he takes another puff from the joint with one hand and snatches the bottle of tequila from CHINasty with the other. He tilts the bottle back and takes gulp after gulp as tequila runs down the side of his chin. He takes another drag from the joint as he hands the almost empty bottle back to CHINasty.
"Why thanks for drinking all my juice you piece of shit." CHINasty snaps as he looks at the bottle with a look of disappointment in his eye. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about but... yyawwnnn... we goin' to get to the bottom of this whole fiasco."
Knoxville then begins to start licking his hand. Back and forth he leaves saliva behind as the smoke rolls from the joint resting between his fingers. Raising his head in a cloud of smoke he looks at CHINasty with a spaced out look on his face and whispers, "Lets head for the border now... on foot. I need to escape my fate."
CHINasty shakes his head immediately and interrupts. "Fate? Who fate are we talking about here?"
"Death is my fate down here in Mexico. I need to get home now. I can see that shiny gold border from here..." Knoxville rambles on a bit.
"Huh?" CHINasty mumbles.
An idea comes to mind as Knoxville's head sharply cuts to the left. His eyes jitter from side to side as he continues to lick his lips over and over. "This place is goin' to be the death of me!! Help me! Get me out of here!" Knoxville yells as he swings his arms out of control. "GET ME TO AMERICA!!!" he screams at the top of his lungs as he falls to his knees. The sound echoes throughout the alley as the sound waves bounce from wall to wall. CHINasty grabs the joint from his hand and takes a toke as the wind begins to gently blow trash and debris along the street as silence overcomes the setting.
- AMERICAN HIGHLIFE -
"The time for fun and games has fallen behind. Mexico was more than just a tour for WCF. Comin' here was a spiritual journey to find out just who I am. It's simple. Close to this time last year I was makin' a name for myself with WCF and climbin' up the ranks. I made some bad decisions along the way and they caught up with me in the ring. All that's a bad memory to yours truly. I have grown since then into the person that stands before you now. Week after week I have given WCF everything I have to offer and time after time it was a wasted effort. All that changed as of last week at Explosion. My first time around I was a dominant force in the tag division. Now I come to WCF fighting my way to the top in the singles division. Some think I have a chance while others don't even give me the time of day. All that ends right here, right now!
Out of all the people listed to participate in this cluster fuck of a match there's one person who stands out the most when bein' compared to the others. One, single person rises above all others when talks of "who will win" circulate throughout backstage. This place is full off nothin' but gossip. Sorry to disappoint ladies and gentlemen, but Donald Deruty is at the bottom of the list when you face the facts of reality when considering who walks out of this match a winner. Donald, I'll give credit where credit is due. You might fall in line as number one when considering who has put in the work to earn that chance. That's about as far it goes though. I know I might not deserve the opportunity to challenge the World champion. I do understand how someone like yourself could emotionally feel that it is their time to reign supreme. I'm not here to sit back while opportunity is passed around rather than earned. If you think for one second that you can become champion without havin' to go through me first you can rest assure that it won't happen. I'm here to fight for every opportunity that presents itself. Whether you like it or not, I'm goin' to get in your way. I've seen you fail outside of your realm. I can promise that this matchup for you will be a repeat of your entry at the first ever Nasty Creations Nasty Eight tournament. You're nothing but a third rate punk who needs to be slapped around and put in his place. You say that I haven't shown much of my skills here in the ring? Where the fuck were you last year when Kashville was sweepin' WCF by storm? Since then I've gotten even better. You on the other hand, I see no improvement. I just see opportunity bein' given for all the hard work and effort of bein' WCF's biggest joke. I've been sayin' all along that this match is complete luck. What happens after that bell sounds though, that will be gifted skill. You can agree, that's a little out of your league. Many have said that I have a horseshoe stuck up my ass. Maybe I do. Maybe I get lucky and find myself in pleasant situations. It's what I do after that streak of good luck to define myself. Get your facts straight. The tag titles were locked solid. If the shit hadn't hit the fan things would have been a little different. I never choked though D-Day. I've just been to hell and back. This time I'm back for good.
There are a few others in this match who have caught my attention just a little. Since returning to WCF I am not too familiar with who they are. Chris Avery has taken it upon himself to believe in that clouded mind of his that he actually knows who the fuck I am. Chris, let me slap you back into reality. You have no fuckin' clue what's in store for you Monday night at Slam. You can hide behind lies all you want but the cold hearted truth waits for you at the end of the match. That bitter truth will slap you across the mouth quicker than you can imagine. I've been in this game long enough to smell bullshit from a mile away and you my friend, you're covered from head to toe. If I were you I'd worry myself with someone closer to being on your level. Yea, you heard me right. I'm talkin' to you Mr. FPV. Don't sit there and pretend to know anything about me or my past. All you fuckin' idiots are just the same. You read what's on paper but fail to realize and understand the reality. I haven't been around one place long enough in my career to earn a shot at the top title. Well, there was one place I was with long enough. Influential Minds over matter. The Demon held the top gold while Kash held the Extreme Heavyweight and I held the Television. Three individuals... three singles championships. Trust me FPV... you can rest assure that I will come out on top with this golden opportunity. It only takes one time for something to catch my attention. This is my one shot and no one's gettin' in my way.
Now there are a couple others who catch my attention. Last year Johnny Reb and Doc Henry were a pain in my side. I don't know what has happened since then but now I find myself against both of them fighting out of different corners. We have somewhat of a history but that history isn't something I am ashamed of. I'm upset with how things fell apart but not with my performance while being thrown into the ring with those two pussies. They thought it was bad then... they haven't been thrown in the ring with an all herbal Knoxville. Last year you both had tag gold that I set my heart on. This time around, you stand between me and bein' the best. You can't stop me. None of you can. Although some may slow me down, not a single one of you will stop me. Not Ana Valentine's sexy ass, not Steel Toe Joe or Carnage, not Eric Price, Tek, Jimmy Dean Sausage or Captain Punishment make me stop in my tracks. You all are human just as I. We all have our troubles and weaknesses.
None of you strike hatred in my heart more than the last man yet to be named. You know I'm talkin' to you bo'. I hope you didn't think that i was just goin' to leave everything where we left off two weeks ago. Tisk, tisk... Nate, come on man! You should have know that we were goin' to run into each other sooner or later last Monday night. You see, us crossing paths is inevitable, not any move you can throw at me. When are you goin' to realize that everyone hates DangerGAYment. It's been one huge joke ever since it was rumored that Kash was meetin' with you and Knuckles to put this thing into motion. You aren't the "Chosen Future" you claim to be. You're just the future that Kash has chosen. Good guess Nate but you're out of your fuckin' mind. Why would I want to be like you? What have you accomplished in your career? Jack shit. I'm not sayin' I'm much better but when it comes to two men getting in the ring and one walkin' out a winner, you can bet your pretty boy ass that the only son of a bitch walkin' out a winner will be me! I don't know where you get off livin' the fantasy that I idolize you. But it's time to come back to reality. I've wasted enough time with you Bishop. You're not even half the influence that I am. You're just a fuckin' poser beggin' for acceptance. Don't think for one second that you'll luck up yet again with me gettin' disqualified. That sure as fuck won't happen again. I'm here to influence the world nate. What are you here for? All you've done so far is sit in the shadows while the rest of us have stepped up in the ring. Lets see how you do without your daddy, Kash, standin' close by to protect you. Enough with the bullshit theatrics. America, it's so good to be back..."
