Post by Nick Knight on Jul 8, 2024 4:59:12 GMT
A notification of a video call pops up on Nick Knight’s phone and he quickly answers revealing his two beautiful wives calling from over five thousand miles away. They are sitting around the pool in matching neon bikinis that set off their skin turned golden by the Mexican sun. After spending every single waking moment either working or worrying about work he was ready for a vacation, and the sight of Cin and Penny just made him realize it more.
“You look like shit,” Penny says.
“I know.” Nick takes a sip of his third cup of coffee of the day. “I haven’t had more than a couple of hours of sleep the past three nights. “
“Do you need to come home,” Cin asks.
“I would love nothing more, but I can't. I have to win HTTT even if it kills me.”
“Nicky, the last time you were like this you attacked a teenage girl with a spork over a burrito,” Penny says.
“I guess I'm going to have to be creative and stab something with someone a chopstick over some sushi.”
“That's not funny!” Penny gives dirty looks to her laughing spouses. “Alright, maybe it's a little funny.”
“What are you going to do if you lose,” Cin asks.
“I’m going to fly home and spend a week in bed.”
“What if you beat Madjinn?”
“Try to start a winning streak I guess.”
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{Nick Knight is sitting backstage of the M-Wave dressing for his upcoming match. A camera crew is waiting as he begins to speak.}
The worst thing about being on a losing streak is that feeling that it's never going to come to an end. You go into every match with this feeling in the pit of your gut that something was going to go wrong and you're just going to lose another match. It doesn't take long for that feeling of dread just to take over your life.
The best thing that you can hope for to get you out of this kind of funk is a few easy matches against enhancement talent or a curtain jerker. Just something to get you some momentum going before you move back into facing some real talent.
Sadly I don't have the luxury of easing back into winning. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place with my only way out running straight through Madjinn. Thing couldn't be any worse for me going into the first week of Uncivil War. I have to win or I might as well just fly back to LA to be with my family.
I guess the one positive thing is that out of all the guys in HTTT there is no one I've had more success against than whatever Sabin wants to call himself this week because I know I can beat him. It doesn't fucking matter one bit if he calls himself Wraith or Madjinn, or what kind of face paint he wears I know that he's beatable. Last time we were in Japan I walked out of our exploding barbed wire match still World Television Champion.
Still, the doubt eats at me until I can't sleep at night. I've been living off of soba noodles because anything heavier and I'm spending the next four hours in the shitter. Why do you think I look like a fucking zombie with these dark circles under my eyes.
I try to tell myself that the only reason I'm in the spot I am is because of Kasey Vex. She was obviously the worst partner in the farce that was the first half of HTTT. Not only did she fuck up everything for me but she didn't have the guts to stick around and sleep in the bed that she made.
Sadly, I know that I’m lying to myself because I could have taken those matches over and won them for us. We could have won at least two of them had I just not allowed her to get inside of the ring, and that’s on me. This whole fucked up situation is all on me, which is why I feel like I’ve got the weight of the world on my shoulders.
{He reaches down to tie his boot}
When HTTT was just a round-robin tournament I wouldn’t be worried about this match because there’s always the next one. You could lose a match and still go on to win the tournament, but that just isn’t the case with this bullshit format. If I lose this match it’s going to feel like everything that I’ve done in my twenty-five-year career won’t mean a goddamn thing, and if I win I’m looking another stress-filled sleepless night in the eyes.
It’s like I’m playing Russian roulette with my future in professional wrestling. Each time I pull the trigger I am either coming one step closer to the end or one step closer to becoming IWF World Champion.
{Knight makes a gun hand gesture and points towards his temple.}
What’s it going to be when I pull the trigger this week? Will I be a little bit more famous, or will I be a little bit more infamous?
{Nick feigns pulling the trigger as the scene fades to black.}
Well howdy there pardner.