Post by Adam Knite on Jun 4, 2013 11:15:20 GMT -5
Pathetic really.
I thought there would be more of a challenge.
Fresh new faces, fresh new attitudes, fresh new talent that I’ve never seen before...
the same old results.
Just another night in the life of Adam Knite. Empty promises followed by humbling. I was told that my name was silly, I was told that there would be no monarchies in CPW, I was told that perhaps I was past my prime and I was even told that I was a possibly too young for this by one delusion person and yet here we are again, another Adam Knite victory. Another day of my reign as the King of Wrestling behind us and nobody has come any closer to dethroning me.
It’s sad really. I thought the weakest link going into that last match was the fact that I was handcuffed to Fergus. I thought that I was the one at a disadvantage when really it was those barely functional mental health patients who thought they could overlook me who ended up looking like the weakest link on the chain. I would point at one of them and say that guy is what held the team down, but really I could just close my eyes and point a finger and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference, might as well try the old catch a tiger by the toe gag if I was trying to make a choice.
Lets face it shall we?
I’m just better than all of you.
There it’s out of the way.
Kevin Allen. Cyrus Grey. Craig Jacobs. Fergus. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, because nobody even compares to the greatness that is Adam Knite, nobody even comes close to my skill, my talent, my ring presence, my anything. It’s nothing but a dream, that will quickly turn into a knitemare, to even try to think that my level can be reached by such low, inferior human beings. I am the single best professional wrestler walking the planet today, I am the greatest technician to ever walk into this business, I am the King and I am such for a reason so you better learn quick, what that is.
Nothing is going to stand in my way of these finals.
Got it? Not a damn thing.
I don’t care what Craig Jacobs is going to say about removing a wrestling icon from his throne, and I don’t give a rat’s ass about how Allen thinks he’s some sort of a personification of professional wrestling. You see, they can talk all they want, they can spout of inane dribble about how they are the future and how my time has passed, and I don’t know if they had any intentions of doing such, but come on, it’s what everybody says to a man who is claiming to be a king, but they can ramble on about it if they want because I don’t try and prove myself through my words, I prove myself every week, every month, every year inside that ring no matter who is standing against me, or who is standing with me.
“You” keep standing up and challenging me, and each and every time I have to knock them back down. You keep trying to fight your inevitable fate of losing to the King and I have to keep bringing you back to reality. You keep thinking that they are on my level, that you are good enough to stand toe to toe with Adam Knite and I have to keep waking you from that dream.
NONE of you stand a chance.
NONE of you belong inside the ring with me.
NONE of you are a King.
I will be the first World Champion, and there will be very little say any of you will have in that outcome.
My only issue is I’m not sure what I’m going to be more impressed with myself over, winning and becoming the first ever CPW World Champion, or knowing that I had to carry friggin Fergus Callaghan to the title match to give him his first and likely only shot ever at any major wrestling title, and lets just get this out of the way before Fregus decides he wants to get all cocky and crap... He would not be even this far in this tournament if it had not been for me, so when the time comes for he and I to square off for the World title, he better be prepared to kiss my feet for bringing him to the point he could even say he was a challenger for the World title at any point in his career.
But this isn’t about Fergus, not yet anyway. This is about Kevin Allen and Craig Jacobs and how bad they are going to lose to this makeshift team of Adam and Fergus.
Kevin Allen. Who I assume has something to base his claim of being “Wrestling Personified” on, looks to be on paper the more how do you say... talented of the two men. Then again, like most he could just be talking about of his butt and really have no other reason to call himself wrestling personified, than it just sounds kinda cool to him... which by the way, It doesn’t sound cool so whatever. Anyway, the point here is that... I am a person representing wrestling perfection inside that ring, I as a person have put on some of the best matches in wrestling history... so let me ask you... what have you done? What makes you special, because not to sound like a dick... ok maybe a little, I have never heard of you and nothing you did last week really stood out for me. Clearly you’re the strong link of your team, clearly you are the man who will carry this team to victory if it needs be, but... why should I, somebody who has faced some of the most dangerous wrestlers in the business several times over.... be concerned with what you bring to the ring?
Just because you call yourself the personification of wrestling?
I’m going to need more than that to be concerned with you.
Even if you are the better opponent... which of course brings me to...
Craig Jacobs.
You know I hate to be “that” guy who just goes down his list of opponents and just checks off all the reasons they suck, but for you I believe I’m going to make an exception. You bore me and I don’t like you. You need a spark, that’s what you need, something to really make you stand out from the scenery, because right now I’m telling you you’re like the potted plants in the background of a film. Maybe you’re a fine wrestler by your own right, maybe you have all the potential in the world, but I don’t see it, all i see is the plant and nothing is blooming.
Did I really just make a horticulture reference in response to another man’s wrestling?
Imagine this... I had to use a plant analogy to try and make you interesting.
Now that’s something.
Lets just be honest here ok? I don’t care about either of you really. I know the only thing that could possibly stop me from trouncing both of you is my partner, I know the only thing that could possibly hinder me in this world title “tournament” is the man who is supposed to be my partner. I know I can beat you, because I know that I’m better than you, i know that I am the superior man and the superior wrestler. The only question is... will Fergus let me down?
You had better hope he does.
Otherwise it’s going to be a cakewalk into those finals for me.
You don’t like it... but I sure as hell am going to make you deal with it.
I thought there would be more of a challenge.
Fresh new faces, fresh new attitudes, fresh new talent that I’ve never seen before...
the same old results.
Just another night in the life of Adam Knite. Empty promises followed by humbling. I was told that my name was silly, I was told that there would be no monarchies in CPW, I was told that perhaps I was past my prime and I was even told that I was a possibly too young for this by one delusion person and yet here we are again, another Adam Knite victory. Another day of my reign as the King of Wrestling behind us and nobody has come any closer to dethroning me.
It’s sad really. I thought the weakest link going into that last match was the fact that I was handcuffed to Fergus. I thought that I was the one at a disadvantage when really it was those barely functional mental health patients who thought they could overlook me who ended up looking like the weakest link on the chain. I would point at one of them and say that guy is what held the team down, but really I could just close my eyes and point a finger and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference, might as well try the old catch a tiger by the toe gag if I was trying to make a choice.
Lets face it shall we?
I’m just better than all of you.
There it’s out of the way.
Kevin Allen. Cyrus Grey. Craig Jacobs. Fergus. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, because nobody even compares to the greatness that is Adam Knite, nobody even comes close to my skill, my talent, my ring presence, my anything. It’s nothing but a dream, that will quickly turn into a knitemare, to even try to think that my level can be reached by such low, inferior human beings. I am the single best professional wrestler walking the planet today, I am the greatest technician to ever walk into this business, I am the King and I am such for a reason so you better learn quick, what that is.
Nothing is going to stand in my way of these finals.
Got it? Not a damn thing.
I don’t care what Craig Jacobs is going to say about removing a wrestling icon from his throne, and I don’t give a rat’s ass about how Allen thinks he’s some sort of a personification of professional wrestling. You see, they can talk all they want, they can spout of inane dribble about how they are the future and how my time has passed, and I don’t know if they had any intentions of doing such, but come on, it’s what everybody says to a man who is claiming to be a king, but they can ramble on about it if they want because I don’t try and prove myself through my words, I prove myself every week, every month, every year inside that ring no matter who is standing against me, or who is standing with me.
“You” keep standing up and challenging me, and each and every time I have to knock them back down. You keep trying to fight your inevitable fate of losing to the King and I have to keep bringing you back to reality. You keep thinking that they are on my level, that you are good enough to stand toe to toe with Adam Knite and I have to keep waking you from that dream.
NONE of you stand a chance.
NONE of you belong inside the ring with me.
NONE of you are a King.
I will be the first World Champion, and there will be very little say any of you will have in that outcome.
My only issue is I’m not sure what I’m going to be more impressed with myself over, winning and becoming the first ever CPW World Champion, or knowing that I had to carry friggin Fergus Callaghan to the title match to give him his first and likely only shot ever at any major wrestling title, and lets just get this out of the way before Fregus decides he wants to get all cocky and crap... He would not be even this far in this tournament if it had not been for me, so when the time comes for he and I to square off for the World title, he better be prepared to kiss my feet for bringing him to the point he could even say he was a challenger for the World title at any point in his career.
But this isn’t about Fergus, not yet anyway. This is about Kevin Allen and Craig Jacobs and how bad they are going to lose to this makeshift team of Adam and Fergus.
Kevin Allen. Who I assume has something to base his claim of being “Wrestling Personified” on, looks to be on paper the more how do you say... talented of the two men. Then again, like most he could just be talking about of his butt and really have no other reason to call himself wrestling personified, than it just sounds kinda cool to him... which by the way, It doesn’t sound cool so whatever. Anyway, the point here is that... I am a person representing wrestling perfection inside that ring, I as a person have put on some of the best matches in wrestling history... so let me ask you... what have you done? What makes you special, because not to sound like a dick... ok maybe a little, I have never heard of you and nothing you did last week really stood out for me. Clearly you’re the strong link of your team, clearly you are the man who will carry this team to victory if it needs be, but... why should I, somebody who has faced some of the most dangerous wrestlers in the business several times over.... be concerned with what you bring to the ring?
Just because you call yourself the personification of wrestling?
I’m going to need more than that to be concerned with you.
Even if you are the better opponent... which of course brings me to...
Craig Jacobs.
You know I hate to be “that” guy who just goes down his list of opponents and just checks off all the reasons they suck, but for you I believe I’m going to make an exception. You bore me and I don’t like you. You need a spark, that’s what you need, something to really make you stand out from the scenery, because right now I’m telling you you’re like the potted plants in the background of a film. Maybe you’re a fine wrestler by your own right, maybe you have all the potential in the world, but I don’t see it, all i see is the plant and nothing is blooming.
Did I really just make a horticulture reference in response to another man’s wrestling?
Imagine this... I had to use a plant analogy to try and make you interesting.
Now that’s something.
Lets just be honest here ok? I don’t care about either of you really. I know the only thing that could possibly stop me from trouncing both of you is my partner, I know the only thing that could possibly hinder me in this world title “tournament” is the man who is supposed to be my partner. I know I can beat you, because I know that I’m better than you, i know that I am the superior man and the superior wrestler. The only question is... will Fergus let me down?
You had better hope he does.
Otherwise it’s going to be a cakewalk into those finals for me.
You don’t like it... but I sure as hell am going to make you deal with it.
We open up to see Adam Knite standing backstage immediately following his victory on CPW TV. His body still covered in sweat from the fight he just had inside the ring and he’s breathing heavier than usual, but he’s smiling at the thought of his victory, it was hard fought and he earned it... then he sees her.
“Kelly?!”
Adam’s smile grows wider as he sees his pregnant wife walking up towards him with their three year old daughter walking beside her, holding hands. Adam lightly jogs over and stands in front of Kelly who is, not going to lie, kinda blushing at Adam’s reaction to her.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it?”
“How could I miss your big return to active competition?”
Adam leans forward and gives his wife a big kiss before turning his attention to Ryleigh. He takes her up into the air and throws her up only to catch her on the way down and carry her in his arm, trying to keep the sweat off her as much as he can. Adam turns back and signals Kelly to follow him and they start to head towards his locker room, side by side.
“So what did you think? How was I?”
“You were great, you looked... amazing. Haven’t seen that kinda fire out of you in a while.”
“I don’t know what it is... but something feels right about this. You, Leonard, or I aren’t running this place and I don’t have to constantly be worrying about what people are going to say if I got put into a main event. I don’t have to concern myself over how anybody else is going to view me winning a simple match and I feel like.... I feel like I’ve revitalized you know.”
“You certainly look that way, it’s been a long time since I saw that look in your eyes. Like you had the whole world in front of you and all you have to do is reach out and take it.”
The couple stop in front of the door that reads “Adam Knite” and before they enter they stop to stare at eachother for a brief moment after what Kelly just said. Adam looks down at her, he smiles and he nods his head in complete agreement. He puts up his arms and holds them out, telling Kelly to look all around her.
“That match against The Ace on the last ever NCW show... I think it’s lit something inside of me. I feel it burning in me, ready to engulf this entire company. They are peasants, I am the King, and it’s my destiny to rule over them, lead them into the future.”
“As long as you’re happy.”
Adam gently puts the back of his free hand against Kelly’s cheek, caressing it as he stares lost in her green eyes without saying a word. The act makes the pregnant woman blush again and causes her to turn away in embarrassment while she slaps his hand away, playfully.
“Would you stop that, you’re getting all creepy.”
“Hey what can I say?”
Adam opens the locker room door and begins to head inside but as he does, he turns and playingly shrugs his shoulders at his wife as he backs through the doorway, standing there blocking her way.
“... I’m happy.”
“Yea, yea. You’ll be even more so when you win the world title too huh?”
“Lets not worry about that yet... I still gotta carry Fergus to another victory before I can beat him.”
Adam winks at Kelly as he turns around and holds the door open for her, she shakes her head while entering the locker room of the renewed, and refreshed Adam and we fade to black as she does.
I have no restraints.
I have nothing holding me back.
For years I've been handcuffed to the fact that I was Leonard Fox's son-in-law, for years I've had to sit on the sidelines and watch others shine while I took the backseat. I was forced to be quiet, I was forced to accept that other people's jealousy came before my own desires to be the best I could inside that ring.
Now I'm free.
Now I can chase whatever dream I hold.
You may not have caused it, you may not be the reason that I was handicapped year after year, but you will feel my frustrations being released, you will have to deal with the King being released from his shackles. I have nothing stopping me now, i have no reason to not be the very best each and every week. Call it luck, or more aptly call it bad luck... because I am giving this everything I have. I'm giving this run my full attention and dedication to be the very best this company will ever see. I may not be in consideration for the face of this company by some arbitrary standards that I don't give a crap about... but I don't care... because I don't need approval to be the face of a company.
I'll prove that inside the ring.
Where I belong.
This is my time.
My time to rule...
As your King.
I have nothing holding me back.
For years I've been handcuffed to the fact that I was Leonard Fox's son-in-law, for years I've had to sit on the sidelines and watch others shine while I took the backseat. I was forced to be quiet, I was forced to accept that other people's jealousy came before my own desires to be the best I could inside that ring.
Now I'm free.
Now I can chase whatever dream I hold.
You may not have caused it, you may not be the reason that I was handicapped year after year, but you will feel my frustrations being released, you will have to deal with the King being released from his shackles. I have nothing stopping me now, i have no reason to not be the very best each and every week. Call it luck, or more aptly call it bad luck... because I am giving this everything I have. I'm giving this run my full attention and dedication to be the very best this company will ever see. I may not be in consideration for the face of this company by some arbitrary standards that I don't give a crap about... but I don't care... because I don't need approval to be the face of a company.
I'll prove that inside the ring.
Where I belong.
This is my time.
My time to rule...
As your King.