Post by Nick Knight on May 24, 2023 9:10:02 GMT
Nick Knight sits alone in an electric chair in the room lit by one a single naked bulb. He is dressed in all black with a snow-white plague doctor mask sitting on his lap. The area around his eye is still a sick shade of green, the last remnant of his parking lot brawl with Stephen Terrella. His leg is draped over the arm of the chair as he absentmindedly plays with a set of handcuffs.
The thing that makes a professional wrestler great is the ability to plan five moves ahead. It doesn’t matter if it’s inside the ring or out, you have to just know how everyone around you is going to react before you even act. Portia’s little plan went to shit in a hurry, because she actually thought that IWF management was going to let the Invictus Championship not be defended on the biggest show of the year. Hell, she’s real fucking lucky that her man wasn’t stripped of the title and sent home to think about how he fucked up.
I’m not going to say that there wasn’t some merit to trying to take out both Knox and me. The fewer challengers that you have, the easier your path is going to be, but for every one of your actions there is going to be a reaction. This time around, that reaction is pissing off ‘The Hollywood Butcher” by taking away the one thing that I wanted more than anything in this entire world, to end Matthew Knox with my bare hands.
This leaves me in a bit of a pickle because I have to figure out exactly what I want to do to punish you, Stephen. The obvious choice would be to waltz in NOTI, and take that Invictus Championship from; but I’ve never been very good at doing the obvious things. Then it dawned on me, I should treat you exactly the same way that I was treating Matthew because you are just as responsible for the downfall of this sport as he is, Stephen.
That is why I’ve submitted this little video as a warning that you are now playing by Nicky’s rules, Stephen. That means that, unlike you, I have the balls to stand up to management and wrestle who I want when I want, and that sure as Hell ain’t at Night of the Immortals. I have absolutely nothing to gain from being in this little Sin City Lockup match because I don’t give a fuck about being Invictus Champion. I mean, why should I take this company on my back again and make another one of these companies titles relevant.
Knight holds the handcuffs up for everyone to see.
This is my promise to you, I will use these handcuffs on you, and then do the wrestling world a favor by caving in your fucking skull.
Ticktock, the end is nigh, Stephen.