Post by chinasty on May 30, 2011 1:28:44 GMT -5
- WASTED INTRODUCTION -
"Lady Luck has just been one hell of a fuckin' bitch to me lately. It seems that I just can't get a break in this rat race. Well, I guess it's time for me to make my own luck. I can't leave myself depending on that bitch to show up when she isn't even in the fuckin' same region. Well it all turns around here. After gettin' the runaround in WCF I had to just step back and pull myself together. I'm better than these assholes. I know it, you know it... fuckin' Kash even knows it! I didn't come back to WCF just to get fucked week in and week out. I came back to tear this fuckin' place apart. Last year Kash and I took all you people out there for a roller coaster ride. We dominated the roster and whatever WCF threw at us. Along the way bad habits caught up to me. I know it's no fuckin' excuse but it is what it is. I was at my weakest point, the very lowest I have ever been in my entire life.
Well there is some good news to come of this. I have now just realized what it's goin' to take for me to earn your fuckin' respect. I know, after the way things went down last year some of you are probably saying no fuckin' way. I just love proving mother fuckers wrong so bring me a challenge. I've already got my eye on a nice piece of candy that none of you others can get to look your way. Things should be goin' in my favor but somehow I get the short end of the stick. WCF management, quit influencing the refs decision. Just sit back and let me show you what this place needs. Better yet, let me just prove to you what I can do this week against the favored Brad Kane. Keep things legit and let me have a straight up match. Oh wait... it's goin' to be hardcore. Excellent, just keep your ref from counting fast and screwing me over yet again."
- Don't Let Your Mouth Write Checks That Your Ass Can't Cash, Chapter 9 -
[/color][/center]Thursday 9:12 AM [May 25th, 2011]
Raleigh, NC
Raleigh, NC
Outside of a local gym in downtown Raleigh, NC we find ourselves this morning. The bright sun above casts it's warm light below illuminating the city and it's deepest depths. West 3rd street is quiet today, unusual for a Wednesday morning. The building appears to be rundown from the outside but inside is where the fuel that pumps life into this place can be found. Inside is a completely different story than the streets. Weight lifting equipment is scattered all over the gym which has an old wrestling ring as its centerpiece. For the most part this is more of a boxing training studio but there are a few select people who entertain themselves with the wrestling sport.
In the far right corner a group of men with padded sticks surround Knoxville. They each take swings pounding on Knox's sides as he tries to dodge them but mostly toughens himself up. Three men swing at once and all connect with Knoxville nearly knocking the wind out of him. He then holds his hand up and asks for them to stop as he catches his breath. As the mens drop their padded sticks to their side Knoxville slowly walks out of the center and over to the near water fountain. He takes a quick drink and returns to the group of men helping train him for his upcoming hardcore match. Knoxville wipes the sweat from his forehead as he looks at one particular individual to strike a conversation.
Knoxville: So is this all the trainin' you have for me Mike?
Mike: This is just for starters. You're going into a hadcore match so you're going to take a beating.
Knoxville: Not if I can help it. That horseshoe up Brad Kane's ass is just about to fall out. I'm not giving WCF any chances to pull one over on me. Kane will get the livin' shit beat out of him without a doubt.
Mike: Don't get ahead of yourself Tommy.
Knoxville: Don't worry, I'm not. I can handle myself just fine when the chances are even and the odds aren't against me. Makin' this a hardcore match is the dumbest thing WCF could have done if they want to hold me back week after week.
Mike: Well, we still have alot of training to do Tommy. I think you should take this one step at a time. Whatever is bothering you on the outside walls of here leave it there, outside. Get your mind right and focus on why you're here.
Knoxville: What's bothering me on the outside is the main reason that I'm here bro. I've let myself fall back a step or two and I'm here to gain those steps back and maybe a few more. The fact that I just can't catch a break in WCF is why I'm here. I'm sure as fuck better than all those jerkoffs they've thrown me in the ring with but somehow I get fucked over by big brother. I'm here to gain the higher ground and take control of the situation myself.
Mike: I'm glad to hear that you're back this time and really taking it seriously. We've missed you around here man.
Knoxville: It feels good to be back. I need your help man. I haven't been too much on the hardcore wrestling genre. I've had a few matches here and there but nothing really specific. I think the closest you could say was my TcW Television championship match against El Presidente when I threw him head first through a big screen television.
Mike: I remember that match. You guys ran shit back then bro. How is Kash doing by the way?
Knoxville: Good I guess. We're not really on good terms right now. That's another work in progress. Can we take this training up to the next level, or maybe even up a few extra notches?
Mike: What did you have in mind Tommy?
Knoxville: Well obviously Kane and I aren't goin' to be after each other with oversized tampons. I want violence man. I'm showing up to the fight with one thing on my mind, one objective. I'm comin' to take care of business.
Mike: Well, we could just jump into the ring with a bunch of foreign objects and have maybe two to three guys compete against you at the same time.
Knoxville: I fuckin' love the way that sounds Mikey. I want you guys to beat the pure shit out of me. By next Monday I want to be unhurtable in that ring when I face off with that little bitch, Brad Kane.
Mike: Well, are you ready?
Knoxville: Seriously...
Knoxville walks about ten or so yards across the gym and grabs a steel folding chair. He walks back over towards Mike and the others and begins to pound himself in the face over and over with the chair. Blood begins to drip down his face as he tosses the chair aside and looks Mike in the eyes.
Knoxville: I've been fuckin' ready. Why do you think I'd ask you if I wasn't ready. Pfft...
Mike: Well I guess that was a dumb question. But, before we start I need you to do one more thing if you want to make this time worth a damn.
Knoxville: What's that?
Mike: You need to focus on the ring and not on the pussy outside of it.
Knoxville: Damn, you little cock blockin' fuck. If you're referring to Kaylyn then you can give up that request. If anything, she motivates me to elevate my game.
Mike: If you ask me it just looks like she's playing games with you. She's a tease.
Knoxville: We'll see after Slam. Don't you worry about my affairs. You just worry about gettin' me prepared and beatin' the life out of me. Just be sure you don't injure me and take me out of the match. That would suck.
Blood still trickles from his forehead and down his face as he turns his head and sets his eyes on the ring. The other begin grabbing chairs, tables, trash cans and anything they can get their hands on for this beat down about to happen. Knoxville and Mike slowly approach the ring and talk amongst themselves as the scene slowly fades to black.
- AMERICAN HIGHLIFE -
"Kane, I wouldn't waste much more time bringin' up that little girl, Speede. If that is what you're calling your "baddest" beatdown of all time then I see this little dance between us peaking that of which you could ever imagine. I've disrespected WCF from the moment I returned so is this same type of "rough housing" I can look forward to Monday at Slam? Hang it up. You don't pose any potential threat to The Ironman. This is a hardcore match so I don't think WCF can save your ass from falling flat on your face. They've done it to me week in and week out. Like you said, does D-Day deserve a title shot... no. Plain and simple but the powers to be believe differently.
I haven't really had much experience in the hardcore field of wrestling Brad. That doesn't mean I won't be good at it. I've already put my body through hell this week preparing for our head to head meeting. What motivates me the most is the fact that the winner between you and I will become the number one contender for the Hardcore championship. Gold has always seemed to catch my eye. I'll be damned if I'm goin' to sit quite while you get handed something you sure as fuck don't deserve. You say that when you entered the business people like me would have been eaten alive. Now I think I'm somebody blah, blah, blah. Last year when I first stepped foot in WCF I tore the competition apart. There wasn't a team or single person that could stop the force to be reckoned with. Who is that force you ask? Influential Minds. We may have disbanded now but I'm still representing the group and influencing the wrestling world with my talent. You can bet you pretty little ass that WCF won't be influencing anything in our match up.
I will be the one influencing their opinion of what the fuck I stand for! Before comin' back to WCF I was kickin' ass and takin' names over in APW. I was handing out losses to guys better than most of WCF's roster and then when I come back here, I get shitted on and jobbed like some jackass. Monday night's goin' to be a bit different. There's only so much that WCF can do to take the ball out of my hands. With no rules and a ring full of myahem it will be hard to get screwed over by crooked management. Kane, you don't need to worry yourself with fantasies of me not even showing for our match. I don't back down from a match, even if the odds aren't in my favor. You can try your best to "weed" me out of WCF but at the end of the day I'll be walkin' out of that match with a little "weedin'" to do myself. I'm not goin' anywhere. I told you all that before when I first arrived back on the scene. Whether you like it or not I'm here to stay and I'm not backin' down from the handicaps you throw my way.
So Kane, apparently you've put on your big boy pants. I've never heard of you before so how does that make you "big time"? I broke out in the professional level about the same time that you did. Up until now I didn't know who the fuck you even were. Your name has never popped up in my radar. Wake up and face reality Kane, you're no big fish in a small pond. You're just a tool. The only fish around here can be found down south in Meganville. Seriously bro, you need to do somethin' about that. It smells like a fuckin' Long John Silver's everytime you bring that bitch to ringside with you. Take notes from me little man. I attract and gain the attention of much finer genre of women. Maybe Megan could take a few notes from the beautiful Kaylyn James Evans. Not a bad idea if you ask me. You should really consider it... hehe. Sorry dude.
Before you go and let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash take a little breather. I'm not one of those so called "new guys" that you infatuate yourself with. All that built up rage you claim to have comes from little guy syndrome. You don't stand a chance in the ring with me or Kash. Mentioning his name when talkin' to me isn't goin' to help you one bit. Last time I checked he's more popular around here than you. How exactly did you help build this ring you preach about? I never heard your name last year when I was around and now... you just popped up like a pimple on my ass. May just be my involvement though. I'm not too fond into hangin' out with a bunch of hard dicks after each show. All I know is that Kash and I made a bigger splash in that pond you're referring to. I'm here by myself now to make an even bigger splash. I know what this place means to the fans. I know what I once meant to the fans that I had. I'm here to take it back. It's time for you to step aside once and for all. You didn't build shit and I've probably put in more blood to this sport than you could ever shed. Do you see anyone just waltzin' in and prancing around? I sure as fuck don't. I will admit though that I haven't really done much in WCF. I had an opportunity at the tag titles last year but let past demons get the best of me. Answer this for me before I leave you. What the hell have you done in WCF worth mentionin'? Jack shit! I'm done botherin' with you right now Brad. I have bigger things on my plate than to sit around and babysit you."
