Post by Nick Knight on May 6, 2020 8:48:31 GMT
It is another beautiful day in Southern California when a purple Ford Mustang GT pulls up in front of a plain looking warehouse building. The driver’s door opens and out steps “The Hollywood Butcher” Nick Knight. Knight walks into the building, still limping slightly after the brutal assault on his knee by Angel Blake just two weeks ago. The front of the warehouse has been turned into an office of sorts and a buxom middle aged brunette sits behind the receptionist's desk typing away at her computer. A giant smile comes across her face when she sees Knight enter the building.
“Hello Wanda,” Nick says in greeting.
“Nick Knight, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” Wanda says, with a slight southern drawl. “How long has it been?”
“Close to three years. How have you been.” Knight asks.
“Great. I got married again. Fourth time’s the charm, this one is a lawyer and spoils the shit out of me.”
“Congratulations. Is Sleaze in?”
“Yeah go on back. He’ll be happy to see you.”
Nick walks past Wanda and down a narrow hallway. Posters of the cover of some of the best selling adult films of the past thirty years are proudly displayed on the white walls. Knight knocks on the frame of the door at the end of the hall before walking into the office of Sleaze E. Cummings. The portly man with thinning salt and pepper hair and a bushy mustache is sitting behind a cheap desk watching unedited footage from his most recent shoot and taking notes.
“What,” Sleaze snaps.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend” Nick says, feining hurt.
“Holy shit you’re alive!” Sleaze jumps up from his seat and waddles over to Knight to give him a big hug.
“Despite my best efforts, yes I am still alive,” Knight jokes.
“It’s damn good to see you Nicky. I tried to get in touch with you a few months ago, but no one knew your number, It was like you fell off the face of the earth. What have you been up to,” the director asks.
“I’m sorry I’ve been hiding from everyone. I was kind of ashamed of where I was in my life, and didn’t want people to see me like that. I think I’m starting to get my shit together a little bit, so I’m trying to be a little more social,” Nick replies.
“I saw you were back in the ring.”
“Yep, and with a big time company. I’m making enough money that in the past week I bought a nice little condo close to Venice Beach and a new car. Yesterday Sam and I are took JC to his first Dodgers game and I hope I can take him to Disneyland before I have to leave.”
“So you and Penny have worked shit out?”
“I haven’t talked to her. My lawyer was able to get me supervised visitation for right now, and Penny agreed to let Sam supervise. So hopefully to JC it will just feel like he’s hanging out with his dad and uncle, and not some other bullshit.”
“You know all this shit might be easier if you would just talk to Penny. No offense to your brother, but lawyers just always seem to figure out a way to fuck things up."
"I just can't,"Nick says, letting out a sigh.
"I get it Nicky. She made a mistake and it hurt you, but you hurt her too. You need to grow a pair and…"
"I need to grow a pair," the grappler yells. "I'm not the one that cheated."
"You're right, you didn't cheat. What you did do was stick your head in the fucking sand and hoped it all would go away. It was a chicken shit way of handling your business and it hurt her bad Nick."
"Well I'm sorry for that, but what was I supposed to have done Sleaze?”
“I don’t fucking know. I make movies to jerk off to, not videos on how to improve your marriage. Maybe you should have gone to a marriage counselor or some shit,but I know she still loves you man. She might be dating a few guys, but I’m pretty sure she hasn’t fucked any of them. Hell she hasn’t even done a movie since you guys split up. She just directs one here or there, or edits my stuff for me, Maybe you guys could get back together or something, if you would just talk to her.”
“Sleaze I love you buddy, but I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed. Did you know she tried to get an order of protection against me to keep me from seeing my son? She’s also suing me to get more alimony.”
“Talk to her. I bet all of that shit stops man. She’s just lashing out at you because you hurt her bad Nicky. You know the old saying about hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, it’s true. You want it to get better make her feel better.”
Knight lets out a long sigh, “I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t think about it you big lummox, do it. I want to see my friends be happy Nicky, and I don’t think either one of you will be happy until you fix this thing between you. Even if you don’t get back together you need to at least make peace.”
“I said I’ll think about it,” Nick snaps. “Do you want to go grab some lunch or something?”
“I’d love to, but I have a shoot this afternoon. Randy is directing his very first feature and I thought I would go and lend him some moral support. I’d invite you to tag along and say hey, but I doubt if the set of a gay porn is really somewhere you want to hang out.”
“I have a feeling you’re probably right,” Knight says, with a chuckle. “Maybe I can take you and Randy out for dinner sometime before I head back to Europe. We can have a few beers and catch up”
“That sounds like a good time. It was good seeing you Nicky, and please talk to Penny before you leave town.”
“I’ll think about it Sleaze.”
Nick leaves the warehouse and takes off in his new car.
***
Several Hours Later
***
Nick Knight’s Mustang GT is parked in front of a large house high in the Hollywood Hills. The man sits behind the wheel hyperventilating like a computer geek trying to work up the nerve to ask the head cheerleader to the homecoming dance. Sweat dripped down his face and his hands are shaking like a leaf in a spring storm.
“All right Nick, stopping be such a pussy, you can do this,” he says trying to psyche himself up. “You were married to this woman for eight years, just talking to her shouldn’t be this fucking hard.”
Moments pass with Knight still sitting in the car staring up at the house, a total nervous wreck. Finally he loses his nerve puts the muscle car in gear and drives away.
***
Two Days Later
***
Nick Knight stumbles off of the famed Mad Tea Party ride at Disneyland and runs to the nearest trashcan to throw up the two corndogs and a churro he had at an hour before. A tan man with a shaved head wearing sunglasses with his Mouse Ears and an I Made The Kessel Run In 12 Parsecs t-shirt and a dark hair little boy follow after him laughing at his weak stomach.
“Really Nick, of all the crazy things I’ve seen you eat before a match and not puke, the freaking tea cups make you barf,” the man says.
“Yeah Dad you’re a total wuss,” the little boy adds.
“Sam I cannot say to you what I want to say to you, because we are in the happiest place on Earth,” Nick says wiping his mouth on a napkin a nice passerby handed him. “I do think it’s safe to say that it starts with the letter F and ends in the letter U.”
“You know you can just say it in front of me dad. It’s nothing I’ve not heard before in movies,” the boy says, rolling his eyes.
“J.C. can you please let me pretend that you are still my innocent little boy while we’re at Disneyland? It would really make your old man happy,” Knight says, fake begging.
“You’re such a drama queen,” the younger Knight says, laughing.
“So, how’s you mom doing?” Nick finally gets up the nerve to ask.
“She’s alright I guess. She’s still sad sometimes, like she was when you went away. I think she still kind of misses you dad,” the little boy answers honestly.
“I kind of miss her too, just like I’ve missed you. I’m going to start seeing you a lot more, I promise. I’m really hoping that your mom will let Uncle Sam bring you to my show in Miami, but I still need to make sure that it’s alright with her,” Nick tell his son.
“I would love that dad. I’ve been watching you on TV, but I really miss going to the shows. Will Uncle Chris or James be there,” the boy asks, enthusiastically.
“No, I’m afraid not. Why don’t you go get your picture taken with Yoda,” Nick suggests. Enthusiastically the boy runs over to the cast member dressed as Yoda to take a selfie.
“You still haven’t told him about Chris?”
“No I haven’t had a chance. That and I’m not really sure how to tell a ten year old that his Uncle is now his Aunt. Oh and exactly where in the fuck is James right now?”
“I don’t know,” Sam says, with a shrug. “I get an email from him every once in a while asking about his business interests. If I have something he needs to sign he always sends it to me with no return address. Last I knew he was in Thailand running some shady night club. I did here a rumor a while back that is might be in Japan working in one of the dojos, but who the fuck knows with him.”
“Man, our family is fucked up. I spent a year and a half in an insane asylum for attacking a Taco Bell employee with a spork, James is...well James, and you’re a fucking lawyer,” Nick says, laughing.
“Yeah, but we all are professional wrestlers,” Sam points out.
“You were a professional wrestler. When was the last time you were even in a ring?”
“Last week actually,” Sam answers. “I help a buddy over at Sin City Pro run some training classes a few times a month.”
“I had no clue you were doing that.”
“That’s because I didn’t want you to know. I like my life Nick and I didn’t want you trying to get me to back on the road with you or some shit. I loved dad and I love wrestling, but I’m not a lifer like you guys and James,” Sam says.
“Sam I’m proud of what you have accomplished with your life. I would never ask you to give that up, not in a million years. Besides who would bail my ass out when I get into a jam,” Nick tells his little brother with a laugh.
“Well I’m proud at how far you’ve come the past couple of years. I honestly thought I had lost you forever when you went to Gator Island. I honestly didn’t know who that man was, but he wasn’t my big brother.”
“Check this out dad.” JC said running up and showing his dad the selfie he took with the midget in a Yoda suit.
“That’s awesome! Are you having fun,” the elder Knight asks.
“I’m just happy to be spending time with you again,” the boy answers.
“I’m happy to be spending time with you too, but it’s time to leave. Uncle Sam has to get you home before bed time or I’ll be in deep shit...I mean crap.”
“I told you that it’s alright. I hear you say worse on TV you know,” the boy says, rolling his eyes.
“I know it’s just different when you’re actually here with me. I’m just trying to be the best dad possible now that I’m back in your life. Just like your grandpa was to me, even if I was much older when he was finally in my life. I love you kid.”
“I love you too.”
“Alright let’s go grab some In-N-Out and then get you home. We both need to get some sleep tonight, because you have school in the morning and I’m flying to Denmark to kick Scott Handsome’s ass...I mean butt.”
“Dad!!!”
“I’m just playing James Christopher.”
The Scene fades to black
“Hello Wanda,” Nick says in greeting.
“Nick Knight, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” Wanda says, with a slight southern drawl. “How long has it been?”
“Close to three years. How have you been.” Knight asks.
“Great. I got married again. Fourth time’s the charm, this one is a lawyer and spoils the shit out of me.”
“Congratulations. Is Sleaze in?”
“Yeah go on back. He’ll be happy to see you.”
Nick walks past Wanda and down a narrow hallway. Posters of the cover of some of the best selling adult films of the past thirty years are proudly displayed on the white walls. Knight knocks on the frame of the door at the end of the hall before walking into the office of Sleaze E. Cummings. The portly man with thinning salt and pepper hair and a bushy mustache is sitting behind a cheap desk watching unedited footage from his most recent shoot and taking notes.
“What,” Sleaze snaps.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend” Nick says, feining hurt.
“Holy shit you’re alive!” Sleaze jumps up from his seat and waddles over to Knight to give him a big hug.
“Despite my best efforts, yes I am still alive,” Knight jokes.
“It’s damn good to see you Nicky. I tried to get in touch with you a few months ago, but no one knew your number, It was like you fell off the face of the earth. What have you been up to,” the director asks.
“I’m sorry I’ve been hiding from everyone. I was kind of ashamed of where I was in my life, and didn’t want people to see me like that. I think I’m starting to get my shit together a little bit, so I’m trying to be a little more social,” Nick replies.
“I saw you were back in the ring.”
“Yep, and with a big time company. I’m making enough money that in the past week I bought a nice little condo close to Venice Beach and a new car. Yesterday Sam and I are took JC to his first Dodgers game and I hope I can take him to Disneyland before I have to leave.”
“So you and Penny have worked shit out?”
“I haven’t talked to her. My lawyer was able to get me supervised visitation for right now, and Penny agreed to let Sam supervise. So hopefully to JC it will just feel like he’s hanging out with his dad and uncle, and not some other bullshit.”
“You know all this shit might be easier if you would just talk to Penny. No offense to your brother, but lawyers just always seem to figure out a way to fuck things up."
"I just can't,"Nick says, letting out a sigh.
"I get it Nicky. She made a mistake and it hurt you, but you hurt her too. You need to grow a pair and…"
"I need to grow a pair," the grappler yells. "I'm not the one that cheated."
"You're right, you didn't cheat. What you did do was stick your head in the fucking sand and hoped it all would go away. It was a chicken shit way of handling your business and it hurt her bad Nick."
"Well I'm sorry for that, but what was I supposed to have done Sleaze?”
“I don’t fucking know. I make movies to jerk off to, not videos on how to improve your marriage. Maybe you should have gone to a marriage counselor or some shit,but I know she still loves you man. She might be dating a few guys, but I’m pretty sure she hasn’t fucked any of them. Hell she hasn’t even done a movie since you guys split up. She just directs one here or there, or edits my stuff for me, Maybe you guys could get back together or something, if you would just talk to her.”
“Sleaze I love you buddy, but I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed. Did you know she tried to get an order of protection against me to keep me from seeing my son? She’s also suing me to get more alimony.”
“Talk to her. I bet all of that shit stops man. She’s just lashing out at you because you hurt her bad Nicky. You know the old saying about hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, it’s true. You want it to get better make her feel better.”
Knight lets out a long sigh, “I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t think about it you big lummox, do it. I want to see my friends be happy Nicky, and I don’t think either one of you will be happy until you fix this thing between you. Even if you don’t get back together you need to at least make peace.”
“I said I’ll think about it,” Nick snaps. “Do you want to go grab some lunch or something?”
“I’d love to, but I have a shoot this afternoon. Randy is directing his very first feature and I thought I would go and lend him some moral support. I’d invite you to tag along and say hey, but I doubt if the set of a gay porn is really somewhere you want to hang out.”
“I have a feeling you’re probably right,” Knight says, with a chuckle. “Maybe I can take you and Randy out for dinner sometime before I head back to Europe. We can have a few beers and catch up”
“That sounds like a good time. It was good seeing you Nicky, and please talk to Penny before you leave town.”
“I’ll think about it Sleaze.”
Nick leaves the warehouse and takes off in his new car.
***
Several Hours Later
***
Nick Knight’s Mustang GT is parked in front of a large house high in the Hollywood Hills. The man sits behind the wheel hyperventilating like a computer geek trying to work up the nerve to ask the head cheerleader to the homecoming dance. Sweat dripped down his face and his hands are shaking like a leaf in a spring storm.
“All right Nick, stopping be such a pussy, you can do this,” he says trying to psyche himself up. “You were married to this woman for eight years, just talking to her shouldn’t be this fucking hard.”
Moments pass with Knight still sitting in the car staring up at the house, a total nervous wreck. Finally he loses his nerve puts the muscle car in gear and drives away.
***
Two Days Later
***
Nick Knight stumbles off of the famed Mad Tea Party ride at Disneyland and runs to the nearest trashcan to throw up the two corndogs and a churro he had at an hour before. A tan man with a shaved head wearing sunglasses with his Mouse Ears and an I Made The Kessel Run In 12 Parsecs t-shirt and a dark hair little boy follow after him laughing at his weak stomach.
“Really Nick, of all the crazy things I’ve seen you eat before a match and not puke, the freaking tea cups make you barf,” the man says.
“Yeah Dad you’re a total wuss,” the little boy adds.
“Sam I cannot say to you what I want to say to you, because we are in the happiest place on Earth,” Nick says wiping his mouth on a napkin a nice passerby handed him. “I do think it’s safe to say that it starts with the letter F and ends in the letter U.”
“You know you can just say it in front of me dad. It’s nothing I’ve not heard before in movies,” the boy says, rolling his eyes.
“J.C. can you please let me pretend that you are still my innocent little boy while we’re at Disneyland? It would really make your old man happy,” Knight says, fake begging.
“You’re such a drama queen,” the younger Knight says, laughing.
“So, how’s you mom doing?” Nick finally gets up the nerve to ask.
“She’s alright I guess. She’s still sad sometimes, like she was when you went away. I think she still kind of misses you dad,” the little boy answers honestly.
“I kind of miss her too, just like I’ve missed you. I’m going to start seeing you a lot more, I promise. I’m really hoping that your mom will let Uncle Sam bring you to my show in Miami, but I still need to make sure that it’s alright with her,” Nick tell his son.
“I would love that dad. I’ve been watching you on TV, but I really miss going to the shows. Will Uncle Chris or James be there,” the boy asks, enthusiastically.
“No, I’m afraid not. Why don’t you go get your picture taken with Yoda,” Nick suggests. Enthusiastically the boy runs over to the cast member dressed as Yoda to take a selfie.
“You still haven’t told him about Chris?”
“No I haven’t had a chance. That and I’m not really sure how to tell a ten year old that his Uncle is now his Aunt. Oh and exactly where in the fuck is James right now?”
“I don’t know,” Sam says, with a shrug. “I get an email from him every once in a while asking about his business interests. If I have something he needs to sign he always sends it to me with no return address. Last I knew he was in Thailand running some shady night club. I did here a rumor a while back that is might be in Japan working in one of the dojos, but who the fuck knows with him.”
“Man, our family is fucked up. I spent a year and a half in an insane asylum for attacking a Taco Bell employee with a spork, James is...well James, and you’re a fucking lawyer,” Nick says, laughing.
“Yeah, but we all are professional wrestlers,” Sam points out.
“You were a professional wrestler. When was the last time you were even in a ring?”
“Last week actually,” Sam answers. “I help a buddy over at Sin City Pro run some training classes a few times a month.”
“I had no clue you were doing that.”
“That’s because I didn’t want you to know. I like my life Nick and I didn’t want you trying to get me to back on the road with you or some shit. I loved dad and I love wrestling, but I’m not a lifer like you guys and James,” Sam says.
“Sam I’m proud of what you have accomplished with your life. I would never ask you to give that up, not in a million years. Besides who would bail my ass out when I get into a jam,” Nick tells his little brother with a laugh.
“Well I’m proud at how far you’ve come the past couple of years. I honestly thought I had lost you forever when you went to Gator Island. I honestly didn’t know who that man was, but he wasn’t my big brother.”
“Check this out dad.” JC said running up and showing his dad the selfie he took with the midget in a Yoda suit.
“That’s awesome! Are you having fun,” the elder Knight asks.
“I’m just happy to be spending time with you again,” the boy answers.
“I’m happy to be spending time with you too, but it’s time to leave. Uncle Sam has to get you home before bed time or I’ll be in deep shit...I mean crap.”
“I told you that it’s alright. I hear you say worse on TV you know,” the boy says, rolling his eyes.
“I know it’s just different when you’re actually here with me. I’m just trying to be the best dad possible now that I’m back in your life. Just like your grandpa was to me, even if I was much older when he was finally in my life. I love you kid.”
“I love you too.”
“Alright let’s go grab some In-N-Out and then get you home. We both need to get some sleep tonight, because you have school in the morning and I’m flying to Denmark to kick Scott Handsome’s ass...I mean butt.”
“Dad!!!”
“I’m just playing James Christopher.”
The Scene fades to black
Well howdy there pardner.