Post by Nick Knight on Oct 6, 2022 5:59:24 GMT
Nick Knight is sitting alone in The Revolution dressing room preparing for his main event contest with Pax Stormcrow. He can hear the fans above cheering as the last dark match finishes and Alison Valance hypes the crowd for the start of the very first episode of IWF Odyssey. The TV on the wall across the room is already tuned in to the show, as Nick Danger will be going on first, but Knight really couldn’t care less about his faction mates match. He was one hundred percent focused on facing Pax Stormcrow.
Slowly he begins to pull on his combat style boots and he ties them tightly. He is just about finished when there is a knock at the door.
Come in.
A camera man walks into the room followed by a boom operator. Nick’s not interested in talk and he just signals for them to start rolling.
The third time’s the charm.
Knight smiles.
That’s what Pax Stormcrow is hoping for going into our match this week. He’s hoping that somehow between our last two matches and now he’s miraculously gotten better than me. He is praying that going back to his roots and “training” with his mentor was going to change the fact that I’m the better fighter. I’ll let you in on a little secret Pax, no one is listening to your pleas, and absolutely nothing has changed.
Well actually one very big thing has changed.
Knight holds up the IWF World Television Championship that had been laying on the chair next to him.
While you were off having your little “training accident” I was becoming the the very first man to ever hold this title for a second time. I made Dane Preston tap out like a little bitch in less than three minutes. He was so embarrassed that he hasn’t shown his face in IWF since, and I doubt that he ever will again. That was only the beginning of what is going to be one of the most dominant championship reigns in the history of the IWF, and that is a fucking promise.
I’m not much of a vlog guy, but I’d be willing to bet that Pax is telling his loyal subscribers that he got his mojo back after handing RAM his first career loss last week. I am sure that his precious subscribers are eating it up with a spoon, but it’s bullshit. RAM is one hell of a talent, but he’s only eighteen fucking years old. A man that damn near qualified for the Olympics should easily beat a kid that has had less that ten career matches. I would personally save your bragging for when you beat a guy like Angel Blake, Wraith, or me.
You know speaking of last week Pax, you said some stuff that I have to take umbrage with my friend. Actually if I am going to be honest, what you said down right pissed me. You had every right to say that you expected to win the match, Hell I would have said the exact same thing. Where you fucked up was talking shit about the kid’s training, because you were attacking everything that I stand for as a professional wrestler. The Revolution Academy is my life, it doesn’t matter if it’s in Texas of LA, and you took a giant shit on that. Even worse are the things that you said about James Gilmore, because you might as well have spit in the face of my brother.
I just can’t stand for that Pax, which means that I am going to have to hurt you. Did you see what I did to Nick Danger last week? If I’m willing to do that to one of my brothers in The Revolution just imagine what I’m willing to do you. I have no problem celebrating Thanksgiving a couple days early by carving you up like a fucking turkey. I will giggle like a little girl as I drive you skull first into the concrete floor with Banned in Memphis. I don’t give a fuck if I get disqualified, because I still walk away as champion. That’s kinda one of the advantages that I have in this match.
Nick snickers, and shakes his head.
You know what, Pax Stormcrow isn’t worth all of that effort. He’s nothing more than a pimple on my ass that I’m going to pop this Friday night. Sure I’m not opposed to getting my hands dirty if that’s what it takes for me to leave Vancouver with that belt still around my waist, but I have a really good feeling that won’t be necessary. Now, once upon a time I would have been worried about this match, but since losing the TV Championship Pax has been a shadow of his former self. When I faced him in HTTT the only reason we had a competitive match is because I was still feeling the effects of Mayhem in Manhattan. A few weeks ago he gave me his best shot and in the end I left him laying in a pool of his own drool. I have no reason to think for one second that tonight will be any different.
Maybe he’s way more concerned with the number of subscribers he has than he is winning a fucking match, or maybe losing to Knox really fucked with his head. All I know for sure is that man that was on the fast track to becoming World Champion is gone. Left in his place is a man that has to be happy that he barely picked up a win against a rookie. It breaks my heart to say it, but it’s really sort of pathetic really.
Please don’t think for one second that I’m overlooking Pax, because that’s how upsets happen. I know what he was capable of at one point. I know that he’s the man that took the Television Championship off of JC Keeton. I’ve had the fact that he’s the longest reigning champ shoved down my throat for months now. I mean Jesus Fucking Christ Morasco seems to bring that shit up every time he’s in the ring. We’ve all seen what he can do when he’s on top of his game, but let’s face it, when was the last time we saw that guy? Who knows, maybe he went on his pilgrimage and found a brand new set of balls.
Here is my promise to the entire world, I will be the man defending this belt next week on Sacrifice. I don’t give a flying fuck at a rolling donut what I have to do to Pax Stormcrow to make sure that happens. I really don’t care what Pax does to me, trust me it’s been done to me before and, I’m still standing tall. Please hurt me, because I really like it. Go ahead and make me bleed, because I will return the favor ten fold. After all I am “The Hollywood Butcher.” Do the worst possible thing you can think of to me, and I give you a glimpse into my sick and twisted man.
The third time is the charm.
I don’t fucking thing so.
Knight signals for the camera man to get the fuck out as the opening match begins.
Slowly he begins to pull on his combat style boots and he ties them tightly. He is just about finished when there is a knock at the door.
Come in.
A camera man walks into the room followed by a boom operator. Nick’s not interested in talk and he just signals for them to start rolling.
The third time’s the charm.
Knight smiles.
That’s what Pax Stormcrow is hoping for going into our match this week. He’s hoping that somehow between our last two matches and now he’s miraculously gotten better than me. He is praying that going back to his roots and “training” with his mentor was going to change the fact that I’m the better fighter. I’ll let you in on a little secret Pax, no one is listening to your pleas, and absolutely nothing has changed.
Well actually one very big thing has changed.
Knight holds up the IWF World Television Championship that had been laying on the chair next to him.
While you were off having your little “training accident” I was becoming the the very first man to ever hold this title for a second time. I made Dane Preston tap out like a little bitch in less than three minutes. He was so embarrassed that he hasn’t shown his face in IWF since, and I doubt that he ever will again. That was only the beginning of what is going to be one of the most dominant championship reigns in the history of the IWF, and that is a fucking promise.
I’m not much of a vlog guy, but I’d be willing to bet that Pax is telling his loyal subscribers that he got his mojo back after handing RAM his first career loss last week. I am sure that his precious subscribers are eating it up with a spoon, but it’s bullshit. RAM is one hell of a talent, but he’s only eighteen fucking years old. A man that damn near qualified for the Olympics should easily beat a kid that has had less that ten career matches. I would personally save your bragging for when you beat a guy like Angel Blake, Wraith, or me.
You know speaking of last week Pax, you said some stuff that I have to take umbrage with my friend. Actually if I am going to be honest, what you said down right pissed me. You had every right to say that you expected to win the match, Hell I would have said the exact same thing. Where you fucked up was talking shit about the kid’s training, because you were attacking everything that I stand for as a professional wrestler. The Revolution Academy is my life, it doesn’t matter if it’s in Texas of LA, and you took a giant shit on that. Even worse are the things that you said about James Gilmore, because you might as well have spit in the face of my brother.
I just can’t stand for that Pax, which means that I am going to have to hurt you. Did you see what I did to Nick Danger last week? If I’m willing to do that to one of my brothers in The Revolution just imagine what I’m willing to do you. I have no problem celebrating Thanksgiving a couple days early by carving you up like a fucking turkey. I will giggle like a little girl as I drive you skull first into the concrete floor with Banned in Memphis. I don’t give a fuck if I get disqualified, because I still walk away as champion. That’s kinda one of the advantages that I have in this match.
Nick snickers, and shakes his head.
You know what, Pax Stormcrow isn’t worth all of that effort. He’s nothing more than a pimple on my ass that I’m going to pop this Friday night. Sure I’m not opposed to getting my hands dirty if that’s what it takes for me to leave Vancouver with that belt still around my waist, but I have a really good feeling that won’t be necessary. Now, once upon a time I would have been worried about this match, but since losing the TV Championship Pax has been a shadow of his former self. When I faced him in HTTT the only reason we had a competitive match is because I was still feeling the effects of Mayhem in Manhattan. A few weeks ago he gave me his best shot and in the end I left him laying in a pool of his own drool. I have no reason to think for one second that tonight will be any different.
Maybe he’s way more concerned with the number of subscribers he has than he is winning a fucking match, or maybe losing to Knox really fucked with his head. All I know for sure is that man that was on the fast track to becoming World Champion is gone. Left in his place is a man that has to be happy that he barely picked up a win against a rookie. It breaks my heart to say it, but it’s really sort of pathetic really.
Please don’t think for one second that I’m overlooking Pax, because that’s how upsets happen. I know what he was capable of at one point. I know that he’s the man that took the Television Championship off of JC Keeton. I’ve had the fact that he’s the longest reigning champ shoved down my throat for months now. I mean Jesus Fucking Christ Morasco seems to bring that shit up every time he’s in the ring. We’ve all seen what he can do when he’s on top of his game, but let’s face it, when was the last time we saw that guy? Who knows, maybe he went on his pilgrimage and found a brand new set of balls.
Here is my promise to the entire world, I will be the man defending this belt next week on Sacrifice. I don’t give a flying fuck at a rolling donut what I have to do to Pax Stormcrow to make sure that happens. I really don’t care what Pax does to me, trust me it’s been done to me before and, I’m still standing tall. Please hurt me, because I really like it. Go ahead and make me bleed, because I will return the favor ten fold. After all I am “The Hollywood Butcher.” Do the worst possible thing you can think of to me, and I give you a glimpse into my sick and twisted man.
The third time is the charm.
I don’t fucking thing so.
Knight signals for the camera man to get the fuck out as the opening match begins.
Well howdy there pardner.