Down The Rabbit Hole

[Nick Knight]

{Nick Knight sits with his back pressed against a bamboo wall. He is sporting a five o’clock shadow and heavy black bags underneath his bloodshot eyes. Laying in the lap of his dirt-covered leather pants is a shattered plague doctor’s mask with half the pieces missing and the rest glued together in a jagged mess.}

I’ve felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole the past couple of weeks. Everything that is supposed to be up is down and down is up. The world is spinning out of control and quite frankly I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore. Am I ‘The Savior of Professional Wrestling’ or am I ‘The Slayer of Gods?’ I don’t know, I might be something completely different that I don’t understand. The only thing that I do know is that I feel trapped in this weird world without a fucking clue how I can escape.

I don’t know, maybe dropping the Invictus Championship has fucked with my head somehow. It’s just that I’ve never in my twenty-five years of doing this shit have I had a loss do this to me. I just can’t figure it out and it’s driving me fucking crazy, which scares me because it’s exactly how I ended up on Gator Island. It should also scare my opponents because I am quickly turning into a very violent man.

{Knight reaches into his boot and pulls out a metal spork.}

The last time I felt like this I took a spork just like this one and gouged the eye out of a Taco Bell employee because the sour cream wasn’t right on my burrito. That is something I’ll regret for the rest of my life, but I won’t hesitate to carve up any motherfucker that climbs inside of the ring with me starting with the ruggedly handsome mug of Cyrus Daniels.

{Nick laughs while waving the spork around like a sword before throwing it away.}

It’s only week two of HTTT and my give a fuck is gone. It doesn't matter if I try to win because my parter is incapable of pulling her fucking weight. Just look at the way that she kept her ass on the apron and watched as Dean Harper stole three important points from us.

THREE FUCKING POINTS!!!

{He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.}

Maybe I fucked up last week by not giving Kasey a shot to prove that she can hang with a former IWF World Champion. Gods know that the internet wrestling community and dirt sheets have been talking shit the whole week. Not that I give a shit what a bunch of marks think.

Anyway, this week we're going to go ahead and switch things up a bit. I'll do what everyone wants to see and throw Kasey into the deep end and see if she can sink or swim against one of the most talented wrestlers I've ever personally been inside of the ring with Vivienne Rodgers. When she starts to drown I'll be there to save her ass.

Just don't get used to it Kasey because you only have two more weeks of me in your corner. Then it's back to one on one matches against women that are bonafide ass-kickers, while you're more like the annoying kid sister that just won't leave them alone.

The men's side will be just as tough, but I've proven I can hang with anyone in this company. One on one there isn't a man in this company that can beat me and I've proven it with record runs as World Television and Invictus Champion.

I don't give a shit if I draw Pax, Madjinn, Chaney, or Rost in the first round because they're nothing more than a bump in the road. I will win HTTT and go on to become World Champion just to shove it up Roberto Verona's ass.

This is what our little game is all about isn’t it Bertie? You take my Invictus Championship away from me and I take the highest prize in all of IWF away from you. You realize that is the only reason I didn’t exercise the op-out clause on my contract and take my services elsewhere because there were plenty of better options.

No, I stayed because I wanted to watch everything Roberto Verona has touched turn to shit. The men and women who have built this company deserve to be treated better than just some commodity to make a rich man richer. Verona might think that he is the greatest owner in the history of professional wrestling because he provides us with access to medical care and the very best in rehab facilities. Still, he’s a blind fucking fool if he thinks that makes him special because there are at least ten companies out there doing the same thing.

YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL!!!

{Knight’s eyes pinch shut and his hands go to his temples. After a few seconds of rubbing he slowly opens his eyes back up.}

Twenty-five years in professional wrestling and the only thing that I recognize around me is the ring. Never before have I been in a company with a leader that acts like the Queen of Hearts screaming ‘Off With His Head’ at the slightest provocation. Well, the end is nigh Verona, enjoy your crown while you can.

{The scene fades to black.}