Post by Nick Knight on Jun 27, 2021 10:47:59 GMT
Tuesday June 15
The sun beat down on the Las Vegas Strip, the morning already in the high nineties. It was going to be well over a hundred again with a drop of rain not expected for more than a week. Nick Knight was zipping up his suitcase when there came a knock on the door. Gingerly he walked across the room, his body still aching from his war with Steve Awesome. Looking through the peephole he was shocked to see one of his students from The Compound standing on the other side.
Slowly Nick opened the door, not really sure what the expect. “How did you find me?”
“I have a friend that works at the front desk,” the tall ginger man answers.“Do you mind if I come in?”
Nick stepped aside allowing the young man into the room. “Just know that the second you mention that Church bullshit you’re out the fucking door.”
“So it’s true, you’ve left The Church.”
“Kid I never was in The Church. I was just trying to take care of my brother, but that monster is not my brother.” Nick sits down on the bed next to his suitcase. “So what can I do for you?”
The young man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black mask and throws it into the garbage. “I want you to keep training me. You’re the only reason I ever wanted to join that funny farm, and it sure as hell wasn’t because of the whole ‘Unholy Son’ bullshit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jeff.”
“I would love to keep training you Jeff, but I just want to get the fuck out of Las Vegas. I’m fucking done with this town after everything that’s happened the past couple of weeks.”
There is a knock at the door and the student opens it and in walks two more of Nick’s students from The Church of Crosse Compound. Both of them without saying a word pull out their black masks and throw them into the garbage can. Knight looks up at them and sighs, running his hand through his hair which has been cut close to the scalp after he was hit in the face and chest by a fire ball.
“I’m going to guess that you guys want me to train you also?” Both of the students nod. “I’ll do it, but only if you’re willing to come to LA.”
“I’m from Burbank, so it’s not problem for me,” Jeff answers.
“You guys?”
The other two look at each other before the older answers, [“We’ll just need to find a place to stay.”
“What are your names,” asks Nick.
“I’m Billy and this is my little brother Joe,” answers the chubby guy in his mid-twenties.
Nick stands and walks over to the desk and writes something on a piece of hotel stationary. “I am going to do this, but I have two conditions. Number one I am not ‘The Unholy Son’ and if you think that I am dig that mask out of the trash and go crawling back to my brother. Number two you aren’t some bullshit number, you are using your real names from now on. If you can agree to that show up to this address Friday at 6am ready to train. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a plane to catch.”
Friday June 18
Nick pulled up in front of the building and turned off the Mustang. Grabbing his bag out of the passenger seat he walked over to the six familiar faces huddled up around the door. “I see you’ve done a little recruiting.”
“What can I say, being in a cult isn’t really all that great,” Jeff replies.
“Did he tell you the rules?” The other three men all nod. “Good now come on we’ve got a shitload of work to do.”
Knight unlocked the front door and led the group into the reception area of the building. The automatic lights kick on as they walk down the hall and into an empty warehouse. Billy looks around at the empty shelves pushed up against the wall and asks, “What is this place?”
“This is the headquarters of Checkmate Films,” Nick answers.
“What the fuck is that,” asks one of the newcomers.
“It’s the adult entertainment company I’m part owner of, and for now where we’re going to be training.”
“Holy shit you own a porn company!”
Nick looks at the other student. “Yes I am part owner of a porn company.”
“He was married to a pornstar idiot,” Billy says to the other student.
“Which one,” asks Joe.
“Penny Dreadful, as much as you watch porn how do you not know this,” Billy says to his little brother.
“Holy shit she’s a total milf,” chimes in yet another student.
“I’m glad you think that the mother of my son and one of my girlfriends is attractive.” Nick is obviously starting to get annoyed. “So what do you say we start training.”
“What does he mean one of his girlfriends,” he hears one of the students say to another.
“It means that I am in a relationship with two very beautiful women at the exact same time. Now the next person that has anything to say about my personal life is doing five hundred Hindu squats.”
“Um Nick, how are we supposed to train without a ring,” Jeff asks.
“The first lesson I’m going to give you is how to set up a ring. It’s in a box truck outside so unload it and we’ll get started.”
The pieces of the ring were unloaded in short order and Nick was soon teaching the students how to assemble them the correct way. When they were finished he stood back drinking from a bottle of water and proudly looked at the ring which had sat in storage for far too long. The canvas was full of holes and would need to be replaced and a new skirt would need to be bought, but the idea of once again owning his own promotion was suddenly on his mind.
“Hey Nick I got a question.” A kid that was far too skinny for his six and half feet frame walked up next to him. “What is up with the six sided rings?”
“It’s George, right?” The student nodded. “Well George, I knew we were going to need something to stand out from other promotions, and I had working in a six sided ring a few times in Mexico. I talked it over with my dad and he thought it was a good idea so we bought this one from a promoter in Mexico and started xXx.”
“What the hell kind of name is xXx for a wrestling company?”
“Our financial backer owned a porn studio and we thought it sounded kind of edgy. Like I said we were trying to stand out from the more mainstream companies. We had an edgy name, a weird ring, and a lot of young talent that people probably hadn’t heard of up to that point. Including my first couple of classes of students.”
“Why did it close?”
“Everyone was offered more money to work elsewhere, myself included. So we closed the doors and we all went out into the world to try to make our fortunes. Some of us got rich and some of us died trying, but it was a hell of a ride.”
“You ever think about reopening it?”
“What in the hell do you think you’re for? Now get in the ring so I can teach you something.”
To Be Continued…
The sun beat down on the Las Vegas Strip, the morning already in the high nineties. It was going to be well over a hundred again with a drop of rain not expected for more than a week. Nick Knight was zipping up his suitcase when there came a knock on the door. Gingerly he walked across the room, his body still aching from his war with Steve Awesome. Looking through the peephole he was shocked to see one of his students from The Compound standing on the other side.
Slowly Nick opened the door, not really sure what the expect. “How did you find me?”
“I have a friend that works at the front desk,” the tall ginger man answers.“Do you mind if I come in?”
Nick stepped aside allowing the young man into the room. “Just know that the second you mention that Church bullshit you’re out the fucking door.”
“So it’s true, you’ve left The Church.”
“Kid I never was in The Church. I was just trying to take care of my brother, but that monster is not my brother.” Nick sits down on the bed next to his suitcase. “So what can I do for you?”
The young man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black mask and throws it into the garbage. “I want you to keep training me. You’re the only reason I ever wanted to join that funny farm, and it sure as hell wasn’t because of the whole ‘Unholy Son’ bullshit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jeff.”
“I would love to keep training you Jeff, but I just want to get the fuck out of Las Vegas. I’m fucking done with this town after everything that’s happened the past couple of weeks.”
There is a knock at the door and the student opens it and in walks two more of Nick’s students from The Church of Crosse Compound. Both of them without saying a word pull out their black masks and throw them into the garbage can. Knight looks up at them and sighs, running his hand through his hair which has been cut close to the scalp after he was hit in the face and chest by a fire ball.
“I’m going to guess that you guys want me to train you also?” Both of the students nod. “I’ll do it, but only if you’re willing to come to LA.”
“I’m from Burbank, so it’s not problem for me,” Jeff answers.
“You guys?”
The other two look at each other before the older answers, [“We’ll just need to find a place to stay.”
“What are your names,” asks Nick.
“I’m Billy and this is my little brother Joe,” answers the chubby guy in his mid-twenties.
Nick stands and walks over to the desk and writes something on a piece of hotel stationary. “I am going to do this, but I have two conditions. Number one I am not ‘The Unholy Son’ and if you think that I am dig that mask out of the trash and go crawling back to my brother. Number two you aren’t some bullshit number, you are using your real names from now on. If you can agree to that show up to this address Friday at 6am ready to train. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a plane to catch.”
Friday June 18
Nick pulled up in front of the building and turned off the Mustang. Grabbing his bag out of the passenger seat he walked over to the six familiar faces huddled up around the door. “I see you’ve done a little recruiting.”
“What can I say, being in a cult isn’t really all that great,” Jeff replies.
“Did he tell you the rules?” The other three men all nod. “Good now come on we’ve got a shitload of work to do.”
Knight unlocked the front door and led the group into the reception area of the building. The automatic lights kick on as they walk down the hall and into an empty warehouse. Billy looks around at the empty shelves pushed up against the wall and asks, “What is this place?”
“This is the headquarters of Checkmate Films,” Nick answers.
“What the fuck is that,” asks one of the newcomers.
“It’s the adult entertainment company I’m part owner of, and for now where we’re going to be training.”
“Holy shit you own a porn company!”
Nick looks at the other student. “Yes I am part owner of a porn company.”
“He was married to a pornstar idiot,” Billy says to the other student.
“Which one,” asks Joe.
“Penny Dreadful, as much as you watch porn how do you not know this,” Billy says to his little brother.
“Holy shit she’s a total milf,” chimes in yet another student.
“I’m glad you think that the mother of my son and one of my girlfriends is attractive.” Nick is obviously starting to get annoyed. “So what do you say we start training.”
“What does he mean one of his girlfriends,” he hears one of the students say to another.
“It means that I am in a relationship with two very beautiful women at the exact same time. Now the next person that has anything to say about my personal life is doing five hundred Hindu squats.”
“Um Nick, how are we supposed to train without a ring,” Jeff asks.
“The first lesson I’m going to give you is how to set up a ring. It’s in a box truck outside so unload it and we’ll get started.”
The pieces of the ring were unloaded in short order and Nick was soon teaching the students how to assemble them the correct way. When they were finished he stood back drinking from a bottle of water and proudly looked at the ring which had sat in storage for far too long. The canvas was full of holes and would need to be replaced and a new skirt would need to be bought, but the idea of once again owning his own promotion was suddenly on his mind.
“Hey Nick I got a question.” A kid that was far too skinny for his six and half feet frame walked up next to him. “What is up with the six sided rings?”
“It’s George, right?” The student nodded. “Well George, I knew we were going to need something to stand out from other promotions, and I had working in a six sided ring a few times in Mexico. I talked it over with my dad and he thought it was a good idea so we bought this one from a promoter in Mexico and started xXx.”
“What the hell kind of name is xXx for a wrestling company?”
“Our financial backer owned a porn studio and we thought it sounded kind of edgy. Like I said we were trying to stand out from the more mainstream companies. We had an edgy name, a weird ring, and a lot of young talent that people probably hadn’t heard of up to that point. Including my first couple of classes of students.”
“Why did it close?”
“Everyone was offered more money to work elsewhere, myself included. So we closed the doors and we all went out into the world to try to make our fortunes. Some of us got rich and some of us died trying, but it was a hell of a ride.”
“You ever think about reopening it?”
“What in the hell do you think you’re for? Now get in the ring so I can teach you something.”
To Be Continued…
Well howdy there pardner.