Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2020 0:41:53 GMT
The guy we all knew for two years, stoic and overly honorable, isn’t the real Nighthawk. The one we saw is the one he thought we wanted. The real Nighthawk is still a good man, but with much less of a tolerance for nonsense. Lying to him doesn’t end well.
And on that note, here he is sitting on his deck with a happy smile on his face. Clad in a black Team Osaka Pro t-shirt, blue-and-white Hawaiian-print shorts, and orange Chuck Taylors, the “Wrestling Genius” frowns and begins to smolder with anger.
“You don’t scare me. I don’t mean that for a single person in this Roulette. I mean it for ALL TWENTY-NINE of you. You don’t scare me. None of you do. I will not be waking up in the morning in cold sweats, needing to run to the gym and train, because of any of you. There is one person who scares me, one star in the IWF galaxy who I freely admit might force me to be terrified. But since that star has allowed their light to fade from our eyes, I am left with the cold fact that there is no one on this roster who can. Because I know what I am. I know what I’ve always been.
But there is one person I am looking forward to seeing. One face that I hope I cross paths with. That face, as if there should be any doubt, is you Steve Awesome. Our World Champion.
At first, I was confused. Throughout the long history of this great sport, traditionally World Champions don’t enter battle royals. It simply was not done. Truthfully, there’s no real tangible reward for this Steve. Meanwhile, all it takes is 1. <Nighthawk holds up his left hand, and slowly folds down every finger until just the pinky is up.> One wrong fall. Then you’ve put yourself behind the 8 ball against whoever wins this thing, because they’ll see what you’re favoring. But, you’re not a normal champion, Steve. You’re special.
You are, even when judging on a curve for modern morality, perhaps the single biggest scumbag to ever hold a major world title in my memory. Think about the ground that covers, the people who you’d have to beat out to hold that disgraceful trophy. And yet, in a truly Olympian achievement, you have managed to do it.
You have broken people’s necks and felt joy about it, went after people’s heart injuries, and generally acted like a drunken mess in and out of the ring. And yet, down to conniving and cunning, you are somehow a double champion.
If that were not enough, Steve, let me remind you that while I was gone from IWF as an in-ring competitor, I still watch the shows. I know how much pride you take in saying you destroyed me. And for your sake, you should hope we never lock eyes.
Because if we do, I will tear the flesh from your chest. I will make your drinking arm weak and useless. And I will loosen every alcohol-soaked filling you have.
Fuck with me, Steve. See how that goes for you.
Goodnight from paradise.”
And on that note, here he is sitting on his deck with a happy smile on his face. Clad in a black Team Osaka Pro t-shirt, blue-and-white Hawaiian-print shorts, and orange Chuck Taylors, the “Wrestling Genius” frowns and begins to smolder with anger.
“You don’t scare me. I don’t mean that for a single person in this Roulette. I mean it for ALL TWENTY-NINE of you. You don’t scare me. None of you do. I will not be waking up in the morning in cold sweats, needing to run to the gym and train, because of any of you. There is one person who scares me, one star in the IWF galaxy who I freely admit might force me to be terrified. But since that star has allowed their light to fade from our eyes, I am left with the cold fact that there is no one on this roster who can. Because I know what I am. I know what I’ve always been.
But there is one person I am looking forward to seeing. One face that I hope I cross paths with. That face, as if there should be any doubt, is you Steve Awesome. Our World Champion.
At first, I was confused. Throughout the long history of this great sport, traditionally World Champions don’t enter battle royals. It simply was not done. Truthfully, there’s no real tangible reward for this Steve. Meanwhile, all it takes is 1. <Nighthawk holds up his left hand, and slowly folds down every finger until just the pinky is up.> One wrong fall. Then you’ve put yourself behind the 8 ball against whoever wins this thing, because they’ll see what you’re favoring. But, you’re not a normal champion, Steve. You’re special.
You are, even when judging on a curve for modern morality, perhaps the single biggest scumbag to ever hold a major world title in my memory. Think about the ground that covers, the people who you’d have to beat out to hold that disgraceful trophy. And yet, in a truly Olympian achievement, you have managed to do it.
You have broken people’s necks and felt joy about it, went after people’s heart injuries, and generally acted like a drunken mess in and out of the ring. And yet, down to conniving and cunning, you are somehow a double champion.
If that were not enough, Steve, let me remind you that while I was gone from IWF as an in-ring competitor, I still watch the shows. I know how much pride you take in saying you destroyed me. And for your sake, you should hope we never lock eyes.
Because if we do, I will tear the flesh from your chest. I will make your drinking arm weak and useless. And I will loosen every alcohol-soaked filling you have.
Fuck with me, Steve. See how that goes for you.
Goodnight from paradise.”
Well howdy there pardner.