Post by Nick Knight on Sept 2, 2023 1:46:32 GMT
{Nick Knight sits on his private strip of beach behind his Malibu home and watches as the surf breaks onto the sand. The sun is nearing the western horizon and gulls dance on the edge of the high tide line filling the air with their squawks. āThe Hollywood Butcherā doesnāt notice any of this as he just sits and watches the water deep in thought.
Several seconds go by before he turns and looks towards the camera. The look on his face isnāt one of the man that has been portraying the plague doctor trying to cure professional wrestling, or the death match wrestling legend. Itās the face of a man that has the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.}
War makes strange bedfellows.
{Knight runs his hands over his closely shaved scalp.}
Iām not sure where I read that, but I donāt think itās ever been more true than my life the last few weeks. Iāve never been very good with teams, no matter how hard I try to get along with people I fail. Sometimes itās because they think Iām an asshole for being a little too blunt, or a self serving prick because I like things to be done my way. Most of the time itās simply because Iām not the biggest fan of being around people constantly, which makes me a really shitty friend. Trust me Iāve had years of therapy and Iāve just come to accept it about myself.
The Revolution is no different than any other group Iāve been a part of through the years. I still consider them my friends, but weāve all just kinds drifted apart. I mean, we used to text each other a dozen times a day, and now Iām lucky if I hear from them once a week. I know weāve all got our own shit going on; I could be the one to reach out, but theyāve got to meet me in the middle. Pick up the phone once in a while and check on me, because Iāve been pretty fucking far from good lately.
Please for one second pull your heads out of your collective asses James, Nick, Fi, and Caroline. Yeah you are all dealing with some heavy shit right now, but do you think Iād have got my ass kicked by Angel Blake and Pax Stormcrow if I was one hundred percent? Itās exactly the same way that you would have scored more than zero points if you werenāt hung up on this shit with your old lady, James. The only difference is that Iāve tried to call you, but you keep hitting the olā fuck you button.
{Knight grins and shakes his head, before throwing up both middle fingers.}
So you know what, fuck you.
{The first ever Decimus Champion laughs at his own joke.}
Seriously though, if you donāt have time for me then I donāt have time for you. I get that youāre heart broken, and Yulia is being an absolutely ruthless bitch. I get that youāre busy with the kids, and youāve got all of this legal bullshit going on right now; but it doesnāt hurt to answer the phone once in a while. Especially when the guy on the other end has spent some time walking down the exact same road that youāre walking right now.
Nick, donāt think for one second that youāre any better than Gilmore because youāre not. When you won the World Television Championship, the championship that I put on the fucking map, I sent you a text congratulating on the win, and telling you just how proud I was because youāve grown so much over the past year. I didnāt even get a thank you from you, which quite frankly really hurt me. I thought we were closer than that, but obviously I was wrong.
{Nick pauses, obviously trying to keep the hurt he was feeling out of his voice.}
Now instead of fighting beside the men thatāve shed blood, sweat, and tears beside for over a year Iām stuck with the biggest piece of shit in all of IWF. Angel Blake, the so-called āGod of Wrestling,ā who is really nothing more than a leech on this fucking business. He takes and takes lining his fat pockets without giving a goddamn thing back, just like his entire family. They hoard gold like theyāre fucking dragons instead of letting the rest of the world have a little taste of the riches. I mean, there is absolutely no reason why anyone should be allowed to hold two titles at the same time for fucks sake.
{He lets out a long sigh to calm himself down.}
Iām sorry if Iām getting off topic, but it just pisses me off. How can one family that claims to love this business think that itās perfectly fine to eat at it like a fucking cancer. Theyāve gone from being the kind of people that scratch and claw for every single thing that they have to being a bunch of elitist pricks that donāt give a shit about the next generation. Do you even care whether or not there is going to be a business left when little Lillith is old enough to climb inside of the ring?
Well I do care! I want to see this business thrive for everyone that ever wants to lace up a pair of boots and step inside of that ring. Iām not just talking about the best of the best like here in IWF, but even the guys and girls breaking into the business and working in front of ten people in some church basement. If you keep on down the path you are walking all of that is going to go up in smoke, Angel.
Thatās why itās so fucking ironic that I have to cooperate with the man killing wrestling if I am going to have a snowballs chance in Hell of saving it. I need to win that mystery prize, whatever it might be, if Iām going to have enough pull around here to actually make a difference. I might even become the only kind of person that anyone seems to give a shit about around here, a champion.
That means that for one night I am going to willing stand in the corner of the man that I hate more than anyone else on this fucking planet. I am going to play nice and do everything in my power to win this goddamn match, even if that means fucking over two men that are like brothers to me. This one night I am going to have to push whatever I feel for JJ and Nick deep down inside, so I can what is right for the entire professional business.
The love or hate that I feel for the other men in this match doesnāt matter one fucking bit. Hell I donāt know whatās going to come of The Revolution after this match, it might already be too broken to ever fix, but I canāt be thinking about that right now. No, the only thing that needs to be on my mind is winning that mystery prize and truly becoming āThe Savior of Professional Wrestling.ā
{Nick stands and walk so his face is right up next to the camera.}
Angel Blake, for one match you and I have to put all of the bitterness and hatred aside. We need ot forget all about the months of bloodshed and work as a team. The best of five series, the Exploding Barbed Wire Death Cage, HTTT, all of it needs to have not happened from bell to bell. You and I must go to war as a unit and fight like Hell to win that mystery prize, whatever it may be. Tuesday night war is going to make us strange bedfellows, but come Wednesday we can hate each other all over again.
{The scene fades to black.}