Post by Nick Knight on Feb 23, 2023 10:37:36 GMT
Nick Knight was enjoying a bubble bath when his phone begins to vibrate. Seeing that it’s a video call from his son, he quickly hits the accept button. “How much is it going to cost me this time?”
“Why do you ask that every single time I call you,” JC asks.
“Because most of the time when you call me, it’s to ask for money. So how much money do you need this time?”
“None, but I wouldn’t complain if a few extra bucks showed up in my account.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t. So, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to call and wish you good luck tonight. I know how much being World Champion would mean to you.”
“It would mean a lot or all of us, because I would be making a lot more money. You know you’re just a little over a year away from getting your driver's license, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting a car.”
“It would be nice not to have to rely on someone else whenever I want to see Trina, but this isn’t about money. You’ve worked your ass off your entire career to get to this point, and you need to get it done for you.”
“You sound just like your mother,” Nick says, with a smile.
“That’s funny, usually she says I act just like you.”
The elder Knight laughs. “Yeah, but it’s only when you do something stupid.”
“True.” Nick can hear Penny say something to JC in the background. “Mom wanted me to tell you that she has bought the tickets to fly to Dublin. Personally, I want you to kick Angel’s ass three weeks in a row, and we can sit together and watch The Roulette to find out who you’ll face at Night of the Immortals.”
“That would be great, but I just need to focus on winning the first match. I’ve proven to the world that he’s not the wrestler that he once was, and I know I’ve rattled his confidence. Tonight, I just have to take advantage of that.”
“Just remember not to go for the kill too early, because he’s too smart for that shit. Wear his ass out, and then finish the job.”
“Language JC.”
“What,” the teenager says, acting innocent.
Nick shakes his head. “Have you been talking to JJ, because that was pretty much the same advice that he gave me.”
“No, but I do need to send him a text to check on him. Have you talked to Caroline?”
“Not in a couple of weeks, why?”
“I was wondering how her ankle was doing.”
“Text her.”
“I don’t have her number.”
“If you promise not to act like a love sick puppy, I’ll give it to you.”
“I have a girlfriend.”
“OK, I’ll text it to you. I need to get off of here, so I can get over to the building. Have a good day at school, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alright, good luck.”
“I love you, JC.”
“I love you too.”
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Nick Knight sits alone in a cramped room inside the First Direct Center. He is dressed for combat in a pair of black tactical pants and his fists taped. A black hoodie with The Revolution Academy Hollywood across it in blood-red is keeping him warm. The sound of the rabid Leeds fan base can be heard softly as “The Hollywood Butcher” begins to speak.
How does it feel to be made to look mortal, Angel?
A slight smile comes onto the face of Knight
Did it frighten you when the taste of copper filled your mouth after I shattered your nose with that headbutt?
{ Nick Knight now steps into Angel's personal space, the two of them jawing off at each other with their mics lowered. The crowd is bubbling with anticipation as the two men's foreheads continue to get closer and closer, both of them still jawing. Finally Angel raises his microphone. }
Angel Blake: The only thing you laid waste to was the scraps I left in my wake...
{ Nick Knight starts to nod his head with a sarcastic grin on his face. Knight bridges the distance between them, their foreheads now pressed together as the crowd anticipates this whole thing erupting at any moment. }
Angel Blake: But you're right about one thing... I AM THIS COMPANYS PAST! I AM ALSO THIS COMPANYS PRESENT!
{ Angel raises the World Title and presses the main plate into Nick Knight's face. }
Angel Blake: AND I AM YOUR FUTURE!
{ Without hesitation, Nick Knight headbutts Angel directly in the nose. Blood immediately starts to pour from the World Champions nose as he launches into a full attack! }
When the adrenaline wore off last Friday night, did you sit there with your head in your hands knowing that in the course of five minutes the image that you have so carefully crafted went up I'm flames?
The calm exterior of a predator was replaced by the actions of a raving mad man. You completely lost control of yourself, and at that moment the only thing that you cared about was destroying me. You weren't a vengeful God last Friday night, you were a man pushed over the edge.
Angel, I know exactly what that feels like, because I’ve lived in that place most of my life. When you grow up in the asylum that I did, you have no choice but go a little bit crazy. The insanity seems to be a tidal wave running through the streets, taking out everyone in its path. Homicide, suicide, and addiction can be seen everywhere that you look. Why do you think I’ve always felt so at home in the seedier side of the wrestling business?
You’re absolutely right when you say that I’ve spent most of my career wrestling in high school gyms and bingo halls. There’s been more than one night where I’ve been thrown through flaming tables or had light tubes shattered over my head, only to make enough money to buy a tank a gas and a cheeseburger. I’d do it all over again tomorrow, like I said, I’m a little bit fucked in the head.
Nick points to his temple and begins to laugh hysterically, only to stop suddenly.
You, though, you’ve always seen yourself as being above all of that. After all, you claim to have single-handedly built IWF into the beacon of professional wrestling that every other company should strive to be like, not the place for some lowly garbage wrestler. You tried to prove that the very first time that we were ever in the ring together when you tried to end my career, but I survived. Now hear I am, three years later, about to be the man standing on the very top of the IWF mountain.
Last Friday night you tried to rub in my face that when I was trying to make a living on the indies, you were defending the IWF World Championship in the main event of Night of the Immortals. That’s something you can always tell your grandkids about with pride, but your time ruling the IWF Galaxy like as the so-called God of wrestling is over. I am about to kill the legacy of Angel Blake and bury it six feet underground. Ten years from now, the fans will barely even remember his name.
Tonight is the beginning of a brand-new era for IWF. Once I have taken the IWF World Championship away from a part-timer like Angel, it will be an era where champions will have the balls to defend their belts more than once every month or two. This will be a glorious era where there will be zero doubt who the best of the best is, because each and every match will count for something. Tonight is the beginning of a brand-new legend, the legend of the Knight that becomes king.
The scene fades to black.
“Why do you ask that every single time I call you,” JC asks.
“Because most of the time when you call me, it’s to ask for money. So how much money do you need this time?”
“None, but I wouldn’t complain if a few extra bucks showed up in my account.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t. So, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to call and wish you good luck tonight. I know how much being World Champion would mean to you.”
“It would mean a lot or all of us, because I would be making a lot more money. You know you’re just a little over a year away from getting your driver's license, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting a car.”
“It would be nice not to have to rely on someone else whenever I want to see Trina, but this isn’t about money. You’ve worked your ass off your entire career to get to this point, and you need to get it done for you.”
“You sound just like your mother,” Nick says, with a smile.
“That’s funny, usually she says I act just like you.”
The elder Knight laughs. “Yeah, but it’s only when you do something stupid.”
“True.” Nick can hear Penny say something to JC in the background. “Mom wanted me to tell you that she has bought the tickets to fly to Dublin. Personally, I want you to kick Angel’s ass three weeks in a row, and we can sit together and watch The Roulette to find out who you’ll face at Night of the Immortals.”
“That would be great, but I just need to focus on winning the first match. I’ve proven to the world that he’s not the wrestler that he once was, and I know I’ve rattled his confidence. Tonight, I just have to take advantage of that.”
“Just remember not to go for the kill too early, because he’s too smart for that shit. Wear his ass out, and then finish the job.”
“Language JC.”
“What,” the teenager says, acting innocent.
Nick shakes his head. “Have you been talking to JJ, because that was pretty much the same advice that he gave me.”
“No, but I do need to send him a text to check on him. Have you talked to Caroline?”
“Not in a couple of weeks, why?”
“I was wondering how her ankle was doing.”
“Text her.”
“I don’t have her number.”
“If you promise not to act like a love sick puppy, I’ll give it to you.”
“I have a girlfriend.”
“OK, I’ll text it to you. I need to get off of here, so I can get over to the building. Have a good day at school, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alright, good luck.”
“I love you, JC.”
“I love you too.”
____________________________________________________________________________
Nick Knight sits alone in a cramped room inside the First Direct Center. He is dressed for combat in a pair of black tactical pants and his fists taped. A black hoodie with The Revolution Academy Hollywood across it in blood-red is keeping him warm. The sound of the rabid Leeds fan base can be heard softly as “The Hollywood Butcher” begins to speak.
How does it feel to be made to look mortal, Angel?
A slight smile comes onto the face of Knight
Did it frighten you when the taste of copper filled your mouth after I shattered your nose with that headbutt?
{ Nick Knight now steps into Angel's personal space, the two of them jawing off at each other with their mics lowered. The crowd is bubbling with anticipation as the two men's foreheads continue to get closer and closer, both of them still jawing. Finally Angel raises his microphone. }
Angel Blake: The only thing you laid waste to was the scraps I left in my wake...
{ Nick Knight starts to nod his head with a sarcastic grin on his face. Knight bridges the distance between them, their foreheads now pressed together as the crowd anticipates this whole thing erupting at any moment. }
Angel Blake: But you're right about one thing... I AM THIS COMPANYS PAST! I AM ALSO THIS COMPANYS PRESENT!
{ Angel raises the World Title and presses the main plate into Nick Knight's face. }
Angel Blake: AND I AM YOUR FUTURE!
{ Without hesitation, Nick Knight headbutts Angel directly in the nose. Blood immediately starts to pour from the World Champions nose as he launches into a full attack! }
When the adrenaline wore off last Friday night, did you sit there with your head in your hands knowing that in the course of five minutes the image that you have so carefully crafted went up I'm flames?
The calm exterior of a predator was replaced by the actions of a raving mad man. You completely lost control of yourself, and at that moment the only thing that you cared about was destroying me. You weren't a vengeful God last Friday night, you were a man pushed over the edge.
Angel, I know exactly what that feels like, because I’ve lived in that place most of my life. When you grow up in the asylum that I did, you have no choice but go a little bit crazy. The insanity seems to be a tidal wave running through the streets, taking out everyone in its path. Homicide, suicide, and addiction can be seen everywhere that you look. Why do you think I’ve always felt so at home in the seedier side of the wrestling business?
You’re absolutely right when you say that I’ve spent most of my career wrestling in high school gyms and bingo halls. There’s been more than one night where I’ve been thrown through flaming tables or had light tubes shattered over my head, only to make enough money to buy a tank a gas and a cheeseburger. I’d do it all over again tomorrow, like I said, I’m a little bit fucked in the head.
Nick points to his temple and begins to laugh hysterically, only to stop suddenly.
You, though, you’ve always seen yourself as being above all of that. After all, you claim to have single-handedly built IWF into the beacon of professional wrestling that every other company should strive to be like, not the place for some lowly garbage wrestler. You tried to prove that the very first time that we were ever in the ring together when you tried to end my career, but I survived. Now hear I am, three years later, about to be the man standing on the very top of the IWF mountain.
Last Friday night you tried to rub in my face that when I was trying to make a living on the indies, you were defending the IWF World Championship in the main event of Night of the Immortals. That’s something you can always tell your grandkids about with pride, but your time ruling the IWF Galaxy like as the so-called God of wrestling is over. I am about to kill the legacy of Angel Blake and bury it six feet underground. Ten years from now, the fans will barely even remember his name.
Tonight is the beginning of a brand-new era for IWF. Once I have taken the IWF World Championship away from a part-timer like Angel, it will be an era where champions will have the balls to defend their belts more than once every month or two. This will be a glorious era where there will be zero doubt who the best of the best is, because each and every match will count for something. Tonight is the beginning of a brand-new legend, the legend of the Knight that becomes king.
The scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.