Uneasy Alliance

[Nick Knight]

{The room is dark except for a naked bulb overhead shining down onto Nick Knight. Nick fiddles with something metallic until the camera catches a shot of a scratched and dented side panel from the Invictus Championship that Knight lost at NOTI.}

I’ve got to admit that I’ve had a pretty shitty couple of days because I feel like my world is caving in around me. I didn’t sleep at all on the flight from Rome to Tokyo because somehow my ticket got fucked up and I was stuck in coach. Then once we arrived I was so fucking jet lagged all I wanted to do was sleep, but no amount of pills or booze would knock me out. Then every time I closed my eyes all I could think of was staring up at the Italian sky as Tommy Knockers counted to three.

People take one good look at my blood shot eyes and they think that losing the Invictus Championship has me fucked up in the head.

{‘The Hollywood Butcher’ sighs and throws the chuck of silver off into the darkness where it smashes into something hard.}

I’ve proven to the world that I am the only Invictus Champion to ever matter so someone else walking around carrying a pretty little trinket doesn’t bother me. The thing that bothers me is the person that is walking around with my belt, and that sure as shit’s not Serenity Holmes. She is just a fucking pawn that Verona used to try to hurt me, as much as I hate to admit it it’s worked. Roberto Verona has found a place in my head and I’m not sure how to get him the fuck out.

Well at least I wasn’t until I saw his little announcement about HTTT. What better way to get my revenge than winning the biggest tournament of the year before going on to become IWF World Champion. The past two years I have busted my ass making a name for two championships that nobody gave a shit about before they were around my waist. Now it’s time for me to take the next step and win a championship that has a long legacy and actually means something in this business.

I’ve been so close to winning HTTT in the past that I could taste and this will be my year, but then I kept reading. It seems that Bertie has grown bored of the most grooling tournament in professional wrestling and decided to put a twist on things. Instead of letting the men and women handle things for themselves he came up with this bullshit scheme to start things off with a series of mixed tag matches. It seems like out fearless leader is starting to run out of ideas since we did the exact same thing three fucking years ago and called it the Olympians Mixed Tag Team Tournament.

The only difference is that this time the teams are supposedly random. So instead of a former World Champion I'm stuck with Kasey Vex. Who the fuck is Kasey Vex anyway? I've seriously never heard of this chick and looking back she's had four fucking matches. We're in a group with stone cold killers like Vivienne Rodgers and April Madrox and I get the new girl.

Yes, she seems to have talent and and an impressive resume, but it wasn't in IWF. I don't give a shit what company you've come from this is a whole new playground and it takes more than four matches to get used to climbing up the big slide.

{Nick starts to scowl.}

That means I'm going to carrying the load this week as we face a pair of former world champions. I need to do my best to make this into a singles match with Dean as much as possible, which is a giant fucking risk. The guys a four time World Champion who would love nothing more than to win it back from his ex-husband, but I like those chances more than tagging in an opponent that has done nothing to prove that she’s capable of holding her own.

{Knight sighs and runs his hand ove his bald held}

I am worried about this match because there is so much that I just don’t know. April and Dean may have dogshit for chemistry and we’ll walk all over them, or maybe it will go the other way. I hate not being in control of a match, and I really hate when it’s a match this important. This part of the tournament is not built for someone like me, but I jusst have to hope we can when a couple of the matches and I earn a decent fucking cede going into Uncivil War.

Everyone in this tournament needs to know that I’m not fucking around. I am going to win Heir To The Throne and then I am going onto become the IWF World Champion. When the record books are written about me they will all say that I am ‘The Slayer of Gods’ and the Triple Crown Champion.

{The scene fades to black}