Post by Adam Knite on Jun 23, 2013 5:44:26 GMT -5
If Hoppy doesn't get a second RP up, feel free not to count this.
-SECOND HARDEST THING I’VE EVER HAD TO DO-
Adam leans against a hospital wall staring at his cellphone with a nervous look on his face, he glares at the numbers he has dialed and then he sees the send call button but acts as if it’s made of poison or something as he hesitates to actually press it. He takes a deep breath as he tries to work up the courage to make the call... and finally just does it before bringing the phone to his ear.
“Gib... I just got to the hospital... It’s Zelda... they are saying it’s an overdose... No, I don’t know if she’s going to be ok.”
You know Fergus... in all your rambling incoherent mess of a diatribe, you managed to come out with one astute observation...
You correct sir. I do only care about myself.
You however, absolutely, complete, and wholly got for what reasons wrong. Which it’s no surprise to me that this kind of abstract thinking would go right over your head, considering that you have the mental capacity of a small woodland rodent. Lets see, why would I Adam Knite be trying to pump you up, and trying to get the absolute best out of you? Would it be because A: I’m trying to show you that I like you and how I want you to succeed, or B: because I’m looking at you like a small, tiny afterthought and desperately want you to be something more that way when I stroll to victory it’ll look more impressive on my resume.
Hmm... I wonder what ever could it be... oh right, it’s absolutely obvious to anybody with a coherent brain which one it is!
See you slobbering drunkard... this is exactly what I meant.
You have absolutely zero ability to comprehend the most basic of concepts that require more thinking than “do I want a lime with that or not.” Let me put it in simple terms here... if you beat me and went on to have a stellar, unforgettable career... that only makes me look better. I was the one who pushed you to reach your full potential, I was the one that drove Fergus Callaghan to rethink his life, to buckle down, and become a huge star in this business and I would be remembered as passing on the torch to the future of the business. Maybe I wouldn’t be the first ever CPW World Champion... but I think you fail to realize that’s not the only thing I’m after here.
If I win... and you do nothing to put up a fight against me, what is that going to prove? I will be looked down on as the person who won a world title from “that Fergus guy”... I would be known as the man who sure was the first champion... “but really, what did he accomplish?” I’m not Spike Kane, I don’t take stock in winning second rate promotion’s belts and hailing them as amazing accomplishments for myself. I don’t take pride in defeating the Joe Everymans of this world, I don’t take pride in cake walking my way to a World title.
I want you to give me everything you got, I want you to hit me with your biggest and best show, because I want this to mean something to me, I want this mean something to the world watching it.
Right now you are a joke... you’re the punchline of this story. Nobody is taking this match seriously, nobody is in any kind of belief that you’ll win...There is absolutely nobody in this world who believes that you are a serious threat at winning this match. Period. What I want you to do.. is be that threat. Win or lose, I want people to remember what you did in that ring, I want people to see you and think “holy hell, I never knew he was that good.” I want you to be the best, because you doing that... only makes what I’ve done, even better looking.
Instead... I can already tell that you’ve just completely disregarded my advice.
Hey lets make some Tony Romo jokes, and have a nice childish discussion about human fecal matter. Do you really think that is what is going to get under my skin? Do you really think that’s how you’re going to get a mental edge over Adam Knite? The quarterback of my hometown professional football team? Do you really believe that somebody who worked their way into the position that I’m in now, somebody who calls himself a “King” would be petty enough to get worked up over that? Please.
The fact that you thought that was actually something worth mentioning is far more insulting than the actual insult itself!
That right there totally discredited anything else you said, or could possibly say afterwards.
It’s really a shame too, because you almost had something there with my sister. Making fun of her accident, I mean that was almost classy enough to work and really get under my skin... but alas, another opportunity wasted.
Which seems to be the story of your career, am I right?
“an opportunity wasted”
None bigger than this match... none more impressive than getting your ass handed to you on the most important pay per view there is ever going to be in CPW. The biggest opportunity ever for you, the chance to not only become the first world champion, but to beat a legend of the business like Adam Knite in the process... a feat, an accomplishment that I’m sure hundreds of wrestlers around the world would love to just have a taste at... and here you are flushing it down the drain because you’d rather look at me and make football jokes, than take my advice and to man up for one night.
It’s a shame really...
It was such a golden opportunity.
It was going to be perfect: Fergus Callaghan the biggest underdog in Vegas history taking on the King of Professional Wrestling in a match for all the marbles... it’s just so sad that the headline the next day is going to read more “Knite, as expected, steamrolls competition to another World Championship” and less like “Biggest upset in Pro Wrestling history!”
Just face it Fergus, you don’t have a leg to stand on here. You’re grasping at straws, you’re desperately reaching for anything to hold onto to keep you afloat... and you’re failing. Don’t feel too bad though, you’re not the first person to get thrown into the deep end and ended up drowning at my hands. You’re just going to be another statistic on that wall in my office Fergus... you’re just going to be another footnote in the history books...
and I’m pretty sure we both know why...
because I’m better than you.
I’m the mothereffin king of wrestling... and you’re JUST Fergus Callaghan...
It’s that simple...
DEAL WITH IT.[/color]
-HARDEST THING I’VE EVER HAD TO DO-
“Gib... Could you bring that psychiatrist wife of yours? I think she should have a talk with Z.”
Adam hangs up the phone, then slides it into his pocket and his head slumps down staring at the floor. He shakes his head in disbelief at what he’s just said and takes a deep breath trying to reassure himself that it’s the right thing while we fade to black.
-SECOND HARDEST THING I’VE EVER HAD TO DO-
Adam leans against a hospital wall staring at his cellphone with a nervous look on his face, he glares at the numbers he has dialed and then he sees the send call button but acts as if it’s made of poison or something as he hesitates to actually press it. He takes a deep breath as he tries to work up the courage to make the call... and finally just does it before bringing the phone to his ear.
“Gib... I just got to the hospital... It’s Zelda... they are saying it’s an overdose... No, I don’t know if she’s going to be ok.”
You know Fergus... in all your rambling incoherent mess of a diatribe, you managed to come out with one astute observation...
You correct sir. I do only care about myself.
You however, absolutely, complete, and wholly got for what reasons wrong. Which it’s no surprise to me that this kind of abstract thinking would go right over your head, considering that you have the mental capacity of a small woodland rodent. Lets see, why would I Adam Knite be trying to pump you up, and trying to get the absolute best out of you? Would it be because A: I’m trying to show you that I like you and how I want you to succeed, or B: because I’m looking at you like a small, tiny afterthought and desperately want you to be something more that way when I stroll to victory it’ll look more impressive on my resume.
Hmm... I wonder what ever could it be... oh right, it’s absolutely obvious to anybody with a coherent brain which one it is!
See you slobbering drunkard... this is exactly what I meant.
You have absolutely zero ability to comprehend the most basic of concepts that require more thinking than “do I want a lime with that or not.” Let me put it in simple terms here... if you beat me and went on to have a stellar, unforgettable career... that only makes me look better. I was the one who pushed you to reach your full potential, I was the one that drove Fergus Callaghan to rethink his life, to buckle down, and become a huge star in this business and I would be remembered as passing on the torch to the future of the business. Maybe I wouldn’t be the first ever CPW World Champion... but I think you fail to realize that’s not the only thing I’m after here.
If I win... and you do nothing to put up a fight against me, what is that going to prove? I will be looked down on as the person who won a world title from “that Fergus guy”... I would be known as the man who sure was the first champion... “but really, what did he accomplish?” I’m not Spike Kane, I don’t take stock in winning second rate promotion’s belts and hailing them as amazing accomplishments for myself. I don’t take pride in defeating the Joe Everymans of this world, I don’t take pride in cake walking my way to a World title.
I want you to give me everything you got, I want you to hit me with your biggest and best show, because I want this to mean something to me, I want this mean something to the world watching it.
Right now you are a joke... you’re the punchline of this story. Nobody is taking this match seriously, nobody is in any kind of belief that you’ll win...There is absolutely nobody in this world who believes that you are a serious threat at winning this match. Period. What I want you to do.. is be that threat. Win or lose, I want people to remember what you did in that ring, I want people to see you and think “holy hell, I never knew he was that good.” I want you to be the best, because you doing that... only makes what I’ve done, even better looking.
Instead... I can already tell that you’ve just completely disregarded my advice.
Hey lets make some Tony Romo jokes, and have a nice childish discussion about human fecal matter. Do you really think that is what is going to get under my skin? Do you really think that’s how you’re going to get a mental edge over Adam Knite? The quarterback of my hometown professional football team? Do you really believe that somebody who worked their way into the position that I’m in now, somebody who calls himself a “King” would be petty enough to get worked up over that? Please.
The fact that you thought that was actually something worth mentioning is far more insulting than the actual insult itself!
That right there totally discredited anything else you said, or could possibly say afterwards.
It’s really a shame too, because you almost had something there with my sister. Making fun of her accident, I mean that was almost classy enough to work and really get under my skin... but alas, another opportunity wasted.
Which seems to be the story of your career, am I right?
“an opportunity wasted”
None bigger than this match... none more impressive than getting your ass handed to you on the most important pay per view there is ever going to be in CPW. The biggest opportunity ever for you, the chance to not only become the first world champion, but to beat a legend of the business like Adam Knite in the process... a feat, an accomplishment that I’m sure hundreds of wrestlers around the world would love to just have a taste at... and here you are flushing it down the drain because you’d rather look at me and make football jokes, than take my advice and to man up for one night.
It’s a shame really...
It was such a golden opportunity.
It was going to be perfect: Fergus Callaghan the biggest underdog in Vegas history taking on the King of Professional Wrestling in a match for all the marbles... it’s just so sad that the headline the next day is going to read more “Knite, as expected, steamrolls competition to another World Championship” and less like “Biggest upset in Pro Wrestling history!”
Just face it Fergus, you don’t have a leg to stand on here. You’re grasping at straws, you’re desperately reaching for anything to hold onto to keep you afloat... and you’re failing. Don’t feel too bad though, you’re not the first person to get thrown into the deep end and ended up drowning at my hands. You’re just going to be another statistic on that wall in my office Fergus... you’re just going to be another footnote in the history books...
and I’m pretty sure we both know why...
because I’m better than you.
I’m the mothereffin king of wrestling... and you’re JUST Fergus Callaghan...
It’s that simple...
DEAL WITH IT.[/color]
-HARDEST THING I’VE EVER HAD TO DO-
“Gib... Could you bring that psychiatrist wife of yours? I think she should have a talk with Z.”
Adam hangs up the phone, then slides it into his pocket and his head slumps down staring at the floor. He shakes his head in disbelief at what he’s just said and takes a deep breath trying to reassure himself that it’s the right thing while we fade to black.