Post by Adam Knite on Jun 21, 2013 20:17:34 GMT -5
-THE OPENING-
Adam Knite slowly opens the door to his sister’s room, he then slides in and sees his sister laying there with the pillow over her head, where she has been the past couple of hours. He’s seen this sight before and heads over and sits on the side of the bed as he nudges her shoulder to get her to sit up and look at him, which she does, after wiping away the tears that have gathered into puddles on her face.
“Break up?”
“Yeah... over the phone.”
“You ok?”
“*whimpers* My whole body hurts... like it’s being squeezed. Why does this keep happening to me? Why can’t I just...”
Adam puts his hand on her shoulder as she lays her head against his chest, still trying not to tear up even more in front of her brother.
“Come on Z... it’s just a breakup... it’s his loss and you know that. You have a world title match coming up, and you can’t be letting something like this interfere with that.”
“but I can’t do that... I can’t just pretend this doesn’t hurt like hell. I really liked him, and then like always... I’m thrown to the curb.”
“You need to be strong Z. What better way to show him what he’s missing than going out there and not giving a damn about him and winning a championship? Be strong... like us Knites always do. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah...”
“Good. Now dry up those tears... ok? He wasn’t worth your time anyway. Now come downstairs... I ordered pizza for lunch.”
“I’m not hungry... ”
Zelda simply shrugs Adam off, who tries to get her to smile but it’s ineffective. He pats her on the back and heads out of the room, to leave her to work this out with herself. Zelda stands up and heads towards her dresser where she slides open a drawer and pulls out a small orange bottle of pills as we fade to black.
Adam Knite sits in a well lit room, that’s right there is no “darkened room with only candle or moonlight illuminating the immediate area” because Adam is sitting in his office at his home in Dallas, Texas with his feet up on his desk, smiling but not looking at the camera as it comes in closer. Adam is looking to his side up at the wall, but we don’t direct our attentions there yet.
“So the day is finally upon us I see... here we are two men who went through this tournament as partners now split and between them lies the first ever CPW Heavyweight Championship. It’s the moment that you had hoped for all your life, the chance to finally prove that Fergus Callaghan is worth something in this business, a chance to prove that Fergus is more than just a miserable failure of a human being. What a wonderful story it would be too... the man nobody thought had a chance in hell in this tournament got put with one of the greatest names in the business on his team and now has the chance to have a David vs. Goliath moment. Walt Disney coudln’t write a better ending for this match... nobody thought it was possible, nobody believed in Fergus but himself and somehow he pulled off a Miracle, one that is perhaps only equaled by the one on Ice back at Lake Placid.”
Adam has a nice, quick, chuckle to himself at that thought as he slowly moves his feet off the desk and turns to face the camera directly now.
“Let me ask you something Fergus... just man to man here. Can you feel that churning in your stomach right now? Do you feel the pressure pushing down on your shoulders? Are you tossing and turning at night, is your every thought about this match? Feeling the gold between your fingers, imagining the roar of the crowd as you grasp the leather strap for the first time and hold it high above your head, can you hear them Fergus? Can you hear them chanting your name and does that make your knees weak, to the point you can barely stand when the thought crosses your mind? This is your chance to have your name immortalized. This is your opportunity to be something more than a drunken Irish stereotype... is your body living for this moment, this chance, or are you giving in to those preconditioned instincts hoping everything will just go well for you?”
“You see Fergus... let me take you on a trip... back in time, when I was once in your position. Let me give you a David versus Goliath story.”
Adam stands up from his desk and the camera finally pans out and we finally see all the framed Replica world title belts that hang on the wall of his personal office. Adam walks over to one in particular, one that seems to have some kind of special meaning as it sits firmly in the center of this tribute to his career hanging on the wall. Adam puts his hand on the glass frame and smiles as he stares at the belt, the camera behind him as he begins to speak again.
“This was my first World Championship... and much like the position you are in now, I was pitted against who at the time was considered a legend in this business a man who had already held this title on four separate occasions. Over seven feet tall, over three hundred pounds... he was a “Goliath” he was supposed to win this fight against the young fool running around in green dinosaur pajamas. Obviously... I had a different thought on how that match was going to end.”
“You wouldn’t believe how nervous I was. You wouldn’t believe that the man who now calls himself the King of Wrestling would be pacing back and forth in his locker room trying not to throw up... you wouldn’t even begin to fathom that I was worried, that the man who stands before you today... unafraid of anyone or anything was scared to death. “What if I lose?”, “what if I’m not good enough?” Which is how I imagine you must be feeling and before you try that whole denial thing... I saw your little “tweet” where you said you needed a miracle... people only ask for miracles when they are scared Fergus so I know that somewhere in you, you are fighting off these feelings.”
“Which is my point: Fergus, don’t fight these, don’t try to hide them and be ashamed. Use them, use those butterflies flapping around in your stomach and turn it into determination, into strength, into pure willpower to come out there and do whatever it takes to walk out of CPW Undisputed as the first ever World Champion. I know what it’s like to be you right now, I know what it’s like to be up against “impossible” odds and needing a miracle. I used all those doubts in my head, I used all those worries in my brain and I made myself stronger, i pushed myself harder, I turned all of that into something more, into something the drove me to not give any less than 115%. I want you to do the same. I want you be at the very top of your game, to be the best Fergus Callaghan that has ever appeared inside a wrestling ring. You’re facing Goliath... but I wasn’t always here, I wasn’t always a King...”
“Think about it Fergus... what you could do if you just put your mind on it here. If for just one moment you could put the bottle behind you and just solely focus on this one desire... what you could do if just give yourself that chance. Look where I’ve ended up, look what I have accomplished. See that, want that, and thrive for that with every breath you have in your chest... I know you can, I know you can give me the best shot you’ve ever given anybody before, I know that you can reach down and find that extra ‘humph’ to tear into me... and I want you, I beg you to find where that passion is and unleash it.”
“Why? Why am I helping you, why am I giving you this advice now and encouraging you to do your best?”
Adam lets out another mocking chuckle to himself as he smiles devilishly before sitting back down behind his desk and clasping the palms of his hands closed as he stares forward into the camera.
“Because it wouldn’t be any fun beating you if you didn’t put up a fight at all.”
“Let me just give you a rundown of who I am Fergus... I might talk down to every person who stands in front of me as opponents and that’s really because I just view all of you as mere annoyances in my path... that’s true, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to face the best every match I’m in, I don’t want somebody to just walk out there and roll over. This is what separates me from most of you little slimple minded fools in the back... the fact that I’m always wanting to be better, that I don’t want to leave any doubt in anybody’s minds who the single best wrestler in the world today is. The 1,406th day of my title reign... I will fight as hard as I fought for the night I won it. I can have 13 world title reigns... and would still want one more chance at another. Yes, i’m greedy, I’m selfish... I’m the best wrestler in the world... and that’s why, because I always want more.”
“Tell me Fergus... do you want more? Do you want a life that is more about what you accomplished in the ring than it is about getting wasted in some two bit bar in Boston? Do you want people to remember your name in awe, or do you want people laughing at you when some TV comedian brings your name up in some throw away joke? That’s the question I pose to you.”
Adam leans back in his chair and stretches out his arms as the camera pulls back again to get a wide view of the room and all the trophies and titles hanging from the wall. Adam doesn’t smile, he doesn’t laugh, instead he looks very serious as he begins to speak.
“This is my legacy Fergus? What will yours be? Do you want all of this that you see around me, or are you content being nothing more than an afterthought? Do you want to be great, or do you just take joy in being little more than a speed bump on the highway people like I are racing down? Let me show you one more thing...”
Adam doesn’t stand up, he spins around in the chair and the camera follows as he looks at a completely empty spot on his wall. Surrounding it are of course several of the replica belts and Adam holds out his hand and points towards the blank spot that is obviously reserved for another monument to Adam’s wrestling career.
“Is this your career so far Fergus?... blank, nothing. You haven’t done a single thing worth recognition, you have not accomplished a single accolade... and all that is there is emptiness for you to look back on, is that right? Do you see it right now? How you’ve completely thrown away chance after chance because of your addiction and now there is nothing left for you.. do you see how you need to fight harder not to end up a nobody, do you see your failures and wasted chances? Do you see this as the spot I have reserved for my replica CPW championship after I defeat you in the middle of that ring on Sunday? Do you see it as another sign of how close you came, but in the end couldn’t come up big when it really mattered?”
“Because I wouldn’t. What I see here Fergus, is a blank slate, here is an opening. This empty space here can become anything you wanted. You see it’s a chance to not be a big empty space of nothing, but instead to be a starting point... every legend has a beginning, every great novel has the first page... this could be your first page. This could be the beginning of your legacy. Will you accept the challenge, will you bring everything you have inside of you to try and be more than you are, or will you wither and fade away? Will you let this remain an empty void, or will you build from this point and make an empire, and legacy of greatness?”
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you don’t. I will take every liberty I can inside that ring, I will go through every length I can to make sure that empty space on your wall remains that way. I won’t pull a punch, I want look at this match like it’s against “just” Fergus Callaghan, I’m treating you as if you’re the biggest name in this sport, I’m training for you like it’s a do or die match with my career on the line. Get ready for the biggest, meanest, toughest fight of your life because you’re not facing just some ordinary run of the mill wrestler, some forgettable nobody in the lines of Justice Hawx...”
At this point Adam has turned back around in the chair and is facing the camera, he glares into it, no longer laughing or being condescending, but instead looking focused and a bit angry... at what? Who knows. Maybe it’s just the passion for the sport, for his history swelling up until it erupts as he slams the palms of his hands into the top of the desk, almost shaking the entire room.
“You’re facing a goddamn King!”
“I am Adam Knite. I Am the King of Wrestling. You’re just a nobody who wants some of that magic for yourself. I want you to try, I want you to give me it all and push me to the very limits in your pursuit of this title. In some weird way... I might even enjoy seeing you actually do it, because I knew it was me pushing you to your limits, me driving you to do your best that inspired you to try and bring down an entire kingdom... but make no mistake... I can’t allow myself to lose to you. I have a legacy to uphold, I have a kingdom to rule... It wouldn’t be very becoming if I lost to Fergus Callaghan...”
“Plus I already made the space on the wall...”
Adam shrugs his shoulders as he smiles at the camera while we slowly fade out on that sight of Adam grinning in the direction of the camera, his work here finished. His message sent.
-THE NEWS-
Adam walks down from his office to the living room where Kelly has just received a call on their house phone.. yes, some people still use land lines. Kelly’s eyes are wide and her lips shake as she talks to the man on the other end and Adam cocks an eyebrow at this sight and decides to stand there to see what’s going on. Kelly hangs up and turns around to stare at Adam, her eyes begin swelling up with what could be tears.
“Kelly? Wh... what’s up?”
“It’s... I... Adam. You might want to sit down.”
Adam begins to look a bit worried now, something he seldom does, but then again, he seldom sees his wife acting like this.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Zelda... She had to be rushed to the hospital... They say she’s pretty bad... and there’s a chance..”
“Z.... no...no.. NO! This can’t be.... where’s she at, what happened!?”
“Come on, lets get Ryleigh and go... I’ll tell you on the way.”
Adam doesn’t have to be told twice, he rushes to grab his daughter as Kelly takes the keys off the key holder on the wall for the car and we fade to black as she wipes away a tear and Adam disappears in the background.
Adam Knite slowly opens the door to his sister’s room, he then slides in and sees his sister laying there with the pillow over her head, where she has been the past couple of hours. He’s seen this sight before and heads over and sits on the side of the bed as he nudges her shoulder to get her to sit up and look at him, which she does, after wiping away the tears that have gathered into puddles on her face.
“Break up?”
“Yeah... over the phone.”
“You ok?”
“*whimpers* My whole body hurts... like it’s being squeezed. Why does this keep happening to me? Why can’t I just...”
Adam puts his hand on her shoulder as she lays her head against his chest, still trying not to tear up even more in front of her brother.
“Come on Z... it’s just a breakup... it’s his loss and you know that. You have a world title match coming up, and you can’t be letting something like this interfere with that.”
“but I can’t do that... I can’t just pretend this doesn’t hurt like hell. I really liked him, and then like always... I’m thrown to the curb.”
“You need to be strong Z. What better way to show him what he’s missing than going out there and not giving a damn about him and winning a championship? Be strong... like us Knites always do. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah...”
“Good. Now dry up those tears... ok? He wasn’t worth your time anyway. Now come downstairs... I ordered pizza for lunch.”
“I’m not hungry... ”
Zelda simply shrugs Adam off, who tries to get her to smile but it’s ineffective. He pats her on the back and heads out of the room, to leave her to work this out with herself. Zelda stands up and heads towards her dresser where she slides open a drawer and pulls out a small orange bottle of pills as we fade to black.
Adam Knite sits in a well lit room, that’s right there is no “darkened room with only candle or moonlight illuminating the immediate area” because Adam is sitting in his office at his home in Dallas, Texas with his feet up on his desk, smiling but not looking at the camera as it comes in closer. Adam is looking to his side up at the wall, but we don’t direct our attentions there yet.
“So the day is finally upon us I see... here we are two men who went through this tournament as partners now split and between them lies the first ever CPW Heavyweight Championship. It’s the moment that you had hoped for all your life, the chance to finally prove that Fergus Callaghan is worth something in this business, a chance to prove that Fergus is more than just a miserable failure of a human being. What a wonderful story it would be too... the man nobody thought had a chance in hell in this tournament got put with one of the greatest names in the business on his team and now has the chance to have a David vs. Goliath moment. Walt Disney coudln’t write a better ending for this match... nobody thought it was possible, nobody believed in Fergus but himself and somehow he pulled off a Miracle, one that is perhaps only equaled by the one on Ice back at Lake Placid.”
Adam has a nice, quick, chuckle to himself at that thought as he slowly moves his feet off the desk and turns to face the camera directly now.
“Let me ask you something Fergus... just man to man here. Can you feel that churning in your stomach right now? Do you feel the pressure pushing down on your shoulders? Are you tossing and turning at night, is your every thought about this match? Feeling the gold between your fingers, imagining the roar of the crowd as you grasp the leather strap for the first time and hold it high above your head, can you hear them Fergus? Can you hear them chanting your name and does that make your knees weak, to the point you can barely stand when the thought crosses your mind? This is your chance to have your name immortalized. This is your opportunity to be something more than a drunken Irish stereotype... is your body living for this moment, this chance, or are you giving in to those preconditioned instincts hoping everything will just go well for you?”
“You see Fergus... let me take you on a trip... back in time, when I was once in your position. Let me give you a David versus Goliath story.”
Adam stands up from his desk and the camera finally pans out and we finally see all the framed Replica world title belts that hang on the wall of his personal office. Adam walks over to one in particular, one that seems to have some kind of special meaning as it sits firmly in the center of this tribute to his career hanging on the wall. Adam puts his hand on the glass frame and smiles as he stares at the belt, the camera behind him as he begins to speak again.
“This was my first World Championship... and much like the position you are in now, I was pitted against who at the time was considered a legend in this business a man who had already held this title on four separate occasions. Over seven feet tall, over three hundred pounds... he was a “Goliath” he was supposed to win this fight against the young fool running around in green dinosaur pajamas. Obviously... I had a different thought on how that match was going to end.”
“You wouldn’t believe how nervous I was. You wouldn’t believe that the man who now calls himself the King of Wrestling would be pacing back and forth in his locker room trying not to throw up... you wouldn’t even begin to fathom that I was worried, that the man who stands before you today... unafraid of anyone or anything was scared to death. “What if I lose?”, “what if I’m not good enough?” Which is how I imagine you must be feeling and before you try that whole denial thing... I saw your little “tweet” where you said you needed a miracle... people only ask for miracles when they are scared Fergus so I know that somewhere in you, you are fighting off these feelings.”
“Which is my point: Fergus, don’t fight these, don’t try to hide them and be ashamed. Use them, use those butterflies flapping around in your stomach and turn it into determination, into strength, into pure willpower to come out there and do whatever it takes to walk out of CPW Undisputed as the first ever World Champion. I know what it’s like to be you right now, I know what it’s like to be up against “impossible” odds and needing a miracle. I used all those doubts in my head, I used all those worries in my brain and I made myself stronger, i pushed myself harder, I turned all of that into something more, into something the drove me to not give any less than 115%. I want you to do the same. I want you be at the very top of your game, to be the best Fergus Callaghan that has ever appeared inside a wrestling ring. You’re facing Goliath... but I wasn’t always here, I wasn’t always a King...”
“Think about it Fergus... what you could do if you just put your mind on it here. If for just one moment you could put the bottle behind you and just solely focus on this one desire... what you could do if just give yourself that chance. Look where I’ve ended up, look what I have accomplished. See that, want that, and thrive for that with every breath you have in your chest... I know you can, I know you can give me the best shot you’ve ever given anybody before, I know that you can reach down and find that extra ‘humph’ to tear into me... and I want you, I beg you to find where that passion is and unleash it.”
“Why? Why am I helping you, why am I giving you this advice now and encouraging you to do your best?”
Adam lets out another mocking chuckle to himself as he smiles devilishly before sitting back down behind his desk and clasping the palms of his hands closed as he stares forward into the camera.
“Because it wouldn’t be any fun beating you if you didn’t put up a fight at all.”
“Let me just give you a rundown of who I am Fergus... I might talk down to every person who stands in front of me as opponents and that’s really because I just view all of you as mere annoyances in my path... that’s true, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to face the best every match I’m in, I don’t want somebody to just walk out there and roll over. This is what separates me from most of you little slimple minded fools in the back... the fact that I’m always wanting to be better, that I don’t want to leave any doubt in anybody’s minds who the single best wrestler in the world today is. The 1,406th day of my title reign... I will fight as hard as I fought for the night I won it. I can have 13 world title reigns... and would still want one more chance at another. Yes, i’m greedy, I’m selfish... I’m the best wrestler in the world... and that’s why, because I always want more.”
“Tell me Fergus... do you want more? Do you want a life that is more about what you accomplished in the ring than it is about getting wasted in some two bit bar in Boston? Do you want people to remember your name in awe, or do you want people laughing at you when some TV comedian brings your name up in some throw away joke? That’s the question I pose to you.”
Adam leans back in his chair and stretches out his arms as the camera pulls back again to get a wide view of the room and all the trophies and titles hanging from the wall. Adam doesn’t smile, he doesn’t laugh, instead he looks very serious as he begins to speak.
“This is my legacy Fergus? What will yours be? Do you want all of this that you see around me, or are you content being nothing more than an afterthought? Do you want to be great, or do you just take joy in being little more than a speed bump on the highway people like I are racing down? Let me show you one more thing...”
Adam doesn’t stand up, he spins around in the chair and the camera follows as he looks at a completely empty spot on his wall. Surrounding it are of course several of the replica belts and Adam holds out his hand and points towards the blank spot that is obviously reserved for another monument to Adam’s wrestling career.
“Is this your career so far Fergus?... blank, nothing. You haven’t done a single thing worth recognition, you have not accomplished a single accolade... and all that is there is emptiness for you to look back on, is that right? Do you see it right now? How you’ve completely thrown away chance after chance because of your addiction and now there is nothing left for you.. do you see how you need to fight harder not to end up a nobody, do you see your failures and wasted chances? Do you see this as the spot I have reserved for my replica CPW championship after I defeat you in the middle of that ring on Sunday? Do you see it as another sign of how close you came, but in the end couldn’t come up big when it really mattered?”
“Because I wouldn’t. What I see here Fergus, is a blank slate, here is an opening. This empty space here can become anything you wanted. You see it’s a chance to not be a big empty space of nothing, but instead to be a starting point... every legend has a beginning, every great novel has the first page... this could be your first page. This could be the beginning of your legacy. Will you accept the challenge, will you bring everything you have inside of you to try and be more than you are, or will you wither and fade away? Will you let this remain an empty void, or will you build from this point and make an empire, and legacy of greatness?”
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you don’t. I will take every liberty I can inside that ring, I will go through every length I can to make sure that empty space on your wall remains that way. I won’t pull a punch, I want look at this match like it’s against “just” Fergus Callaghan, I’m treating you as if you’re the biggest name in this sport, I’m training for you like it’s a do or die match with my career on the line. Get ready for the biggest, meanest, toughest fight of your life because you’re not facing just some ordinary run of the mill wrestler, some forgettable nobody in the lines of Justice Hawx...”
At this point Adam has turned back around in the chair and is facing the camera, he glares into it, no longer laughing or being condescending, but instead looking focused and a bit angry... at what? Who knows. Maybe it’s just the passion for the sport, for his history swelling up until it erupts as he slams the palms of his hands into the top of the desk, almost shaking the entire room.
“You’re facing a goddamn King!”
“I am Adam Knite. I Am the King of Wrestling. You’re just a nobody who wants some of that magic for yourself. I want you to try, I want you to give me it all and push me to the very limits in your pursuit of this title. In some weird way... I might even enjoy seeing you actually do it, because I knew it was me pushing you to your limits, me driving you to do your best that inspired you to try and bring down an entire kingdom... but make no mistake... I can’t allow myself to lose to you. I have a legacy to uphold, I have a kingdom to rule... It wouldn’t be very becoming if I lost to Fergus Callaghan...”
“Plus I already made the space on the wall...”
Adam shrugs his shoulders as he smiles at the camera while we slowly fade out on that sight of Adam grinning in the direction of the camera, his work here finished. His message sent.
-THE NEWS-
Adam walks down from his office to the living room where Kelly has just received a call on their house phone.. yes, some people still use land lines. Kelly’s eyes are wide and her lips shake as she talks to the man on the other end and Adam cocks an eyebrow at this sight and decides to stand there to see what’s going on. Kelly hangs up and turns around to stare at Adam, her eyes begin swelling up with what could be tears.
“Kelly? Wh... what’s up?”
“It’s... I... Adam. You might want to sit down.”
Adam begins to look a bit worried now, something he seldom does, but then again, he seldom sees his wife acting like this.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Zelda... She had to be rushed to the hospital... They say she’s pretty bad... and there’s a chance..”
“Z.... no...no.. NO! This can’t be.... where’s she at, what happened!?”
“Come on, lets get Ryleigh and go... I’ll tell you on the way.”
Adam doesn’t have to be told twice, he rushes to grab his daughter as Kelly takes the keys off the key holder on the wall for the car and we fade to black as she wipes away a tear and Adam disappears in the background.