Post by Adam Knite on May 28, 2013 21:39:28 GMT -5
“Wait....kid?”
“Wow, I have to say of all the things I was expected to be called here by another grown ass man; that was probably right there, along with “sweetybuns”, at the very bottom of the list. I don’t really know what to say right now, I don’t know whether to take it as a compliment or some sort of insult that you would call a 32 year old man with a wife and a child, with another on the way a “kid”... so I’m just going to assume that it was meant as some weird way to try and ridicule me and slap you in the back of the head for it when we have this match.”
“Look, you may not realize it, but some of us in the wrestling business have earned our stripes, some of us have gone up and down those roads so many times that we know the names of our waitress’s grandchildren at our favorite restaurant in the current town we’re having a show in. Me, most importantly.... I’ve won more world championships than I can count, I’ve wrestled more matches than I care to remember, I have been in this business so long that I can’t remember what life was like before my career started... and I would totally blame that on my growing amount of times that my old man brain slipped... but apparently I’m just a kid, so that excuse is completely out the window.”
“But lets talk about nicknames shall we, since you seem to take such great offense to mine. A good nickname needs to be equal parts catchy and descriptive. Lets take you Justice Hawx for a second... “Reckless”. See that’s good, that’s to the point and tells me every single thing I need to know about you in one quick blurt out. You like to take risks at the expense of your own body to try and accomplish any goal set before you, right? You don’t care about bodily harm or any of that kind of pussy talk, you go out there and you’re willing to put it all on the line just to win. Thumbtacks, flaming tables, barbwire and even live scorpions it makes absolutely no difference to you. I like it.”
“Now if we may... “The King of Wrestling”... it clearly implies a level of great importance. Clearly somebody who has just started in this business isn’t going to go around and start calling themselves the king of all that is professional wrestling, because they’ve not done anything to earn the title. Some fresh faced rookie most definitely doesn’t deserve to be called a King, nor do I think money fresh blood rookies would have the pretentiousness levels of even attempting to get away with such an act of calling themselves wrestling royalty before they’ve earned it.”
“So the name clearly implies a level of age and refinement.”
“Therefore your kid remark was not only unfounded and lacking of all tact and refinement... it was just plain wrong and it would have been as simple as just thinking before you blurted something out because it sounded cool in your head to prevent you looking like a fool right here.”
“You see... I’ve earned my title... be being the absolute best professional wrestler in the world today. World titles, Hall of Fames, legendary status amongst all those I’ve ever competed against... CPW is a new beginning, a fresh start, a clean slate... any other tired cliche you want to say about the past not mattering... but, that doesn’t erase who I am and what I’ve earned.”
“Just keep an eye out in this match... I’ll make sure to show you why they call me The King, and who knows...”
“just maybe you’ll learn something... sport.”
[The scene opens up in the brand new Knite household that we last saw right before the doors to NCW closed. We are positioned in the living room where we see Adam’s sister Zelda Knite polishing her NCW World Championship in the recliner but that sight isn’t important in all of this... instead we are more concerned about what is going on, on the sofa opposite of the Zelda Knite love herself fest. Adam is leaned back against the arm of the sofa, with his wife Kelly in his arms and his hands resting on her obviously pregnant stomach.]
Adam: I’m telling you, Ronaldo would make a great name.
Kelly: We decided on Ethan, we’re sticking with Ethan. *laughs* You distinctly said you loved the name.
Adam: and I do, it’s just that we can pizazz it up a bit don’t you think?
Kelly: Not happening.
[Adam smiles wide as Kelly turns over and is now face to face with her husband, her returning his smile with one of her own. The two kiss as they wrap their arms around one another but this cute moment isn’t meant to last when suddenly Adam’s cell phone, that is sitting on the coffee table, begins to ring. Adam quickly answers it, while Kelly looks kind of annoyed that they were interupted.]
Adam: Hello?
Woman’s Voice: Adam Knite? Ths is Maria Salvatore.
Adam: Maria Salvatore!? Oh hey, sorry I’m just surprised that I got a call, how is CPW going?
Maria: Adam, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about...
Adam: Maria. Let me stop you there. I’m retired, I haven’t wrestled but two matches in months... I’m done.
Maria: Hear me out Mr. Knite. I know you and Kelly closed NCW, but I really feel something like CPW would be good for both parties. You still have a lot to give to this business.
Adam: And I am, as the head of my wrestling training center. I’ve already agreed to use my resources to train some up and comers for IWF. I closed NCW because I want to spend more time with my wife and kids and working a wrestling schedule really wouldn’t accomplish that very well would it?
Maria: Adam, please hear me out. I’m willing to make you an offer...
Adam: Ok, I’m listening.
[The camera pulls out away from the phone, conveniently in time as Maria begins to go on about her offer. Adam’s eyes go wide and his nose curls up as he is clearly, genuinely intrigued at what she’s having to say here. He stops and puts his tongue in between his teeth and lips and it’s clear whatever she said is making him think.]
Adam: Alright Maria... I’ll call you back.
[Adam hangs up the phone and places it gently back on the coffee table, Kelly is staring at him with an expression that is equal parts annoyed and hurt. Adam looks at her and shrugs his shoulders.]
Kelly: Adam, I thought we were walking away from this? For Ryleigh and for Ethan.
Adam: Kelly...
[She doesn’t even let him finish, she reaches forward and puts her index finger on his lips and smiles at him.]
Kelly: If it’s what you want to do... then do it.You’re a wrestler, a damn good one, and nothing is going to change that. Just make sure you can keep that promise to be with us more.
Adam: I think with this offer I can.
Kelly: Good. Then I’m happy for you.
Adam: Dammit Kelly... you never fail to amaze me.
[The two share an intimate kiss, one that forces Zelda to grab her world title belt and exit stage left before she vomits. We begin to fade out as the two separate and stare into each other eyes.]
Kelly: Just don’t forge that.
[Fade to black.]
“Cyrus.”“You know... at least you didn’t call me a kid.”
“And that’s where the compliments are going to end for you.”
“It’s clear that you have no idea who I am or where I came from, not a single clue about my legacy inside this business, because if you did then you wouldn’t have the audacity to even make a claim like my title of King isn’t absolutely, 100% valid. You would not make sure an asinine statement that I haven’t earned this right, that I haven’t put my body through hell and back again to be given this crown to bear.”
“See, I’m not a king because of some divine intervention, I’m not a king because of some tired old bloodline that puts me in a figure head position, I’m the king because I’ve earned my spot on that throne. This is not some literal interpretation of the title, this is me standing head and shoulders above guys like you as their superior, as their ruler, as their “King.” I’m not going to walk out to that ring with a crown and scepter and bop you over the head with them, I’m not going to make you jubble bowling pins while riding a unicycle for my enjoyment, I’m not that kind of monarch....”
“What I will do though... is make you bow at my feet and worship the ground I walk on...”
“and you’ll have very little choice in the matter.”
“Deal with it.”
“Wow, I have to say of all the things I was expected to be called here by another grown ass man; that was probably right there, along with “sweetybuns”, at the very bottom of the list. I don’t really know what to say right now, I don’t know whether to take it as a compliment or some sort of insult that you would call a 32 year old man with a wife and a child, with another on the way a “kid”... so I’m just going to assume that it was meant as some weird way to try and ridicule me and slap you in the back of the head for it when we have this match.”
“Look, you may not realize it, but some of us in the wrestling business have earned our stripes, some of us have gone up and down those roads so many times that we know the names of our waitress’s grandchildren at our favorite restaurant in the current town we’re having a show in. Me, most importantly.... I’ve won more world championships than I can count, I’ve wrestled more matches than I care to remember, I have been in this business so long that I can’t remember what life was like before my career started... and I would totally blame that on my growing amount of times that my old man brain slipped... but apparently I’m just a kid, so that excuse is completely out the window.”
“But lets talk about nicknames shall we, since you seem to take such great offense to mine. A good nickname needs to be equal parts catchy and descriptive. Lets take you Justice Hawx for a second... “Reckless”. See that’s good, that’s to the point and tells me every single thing I need to know about you in one quick blurt out. You like to take risks at the expense of your own body to try and accomplish any goal set before you, right? You don’t care about bodily harm or any of that kind of pussy talk, you go out there and you’re willing to put it all on the line just to win. Thumbtacks, flaming tables, barbwire and even live scorpions it makes absolutely no difference to you. I like it.”
“Now if we may... “The King of Wrestling”... it clearly implies a level of great importance. Clearly somebody who has just started in this business isn’t going to go around and start calling themselves the king of all that is professional wrestling, because they’ve not done anything to earn the title. Some fresh faced rookie most definitely doesn’t deserve to be called a King, nor do I think money fresh blood rookies would have the pretentiousness levels of even attempting to get away with such an act of calling themselves wrestling royalty before they’ve earned it.”
“So the name clearly implies a level of age and refinement.”
“Therefore your kid remark was not only unfounded and lacking of all tact and refinement... it was just plain wrong and it would have been as simple as just thinking before you blurted something out because it sounded cool in your head to prevent you looking like a fool right here.”
“You see... I’ve earned my title... be being the absolute best professional wrestler in the world today. World titles, Hall of Fames, legendary status amongst all those I’ve ever competed against... CPW is a new beginning, a fresh start, a clean slate... any other tired cliche you want to say about the past not mattering... but, that doesn’t erase who I am and what I’ve earned.”
“Just keep an eye out in this match... I’ll make sure to show you why they call me The King, and who knows...”
“just maybe you’ll learn something... sport.”
[The scene opens up in the brand new Knite household that we last saw right before the doors to NCW closed. We are positioned in the living room where we see Adam’s sister Zelda Knite polishing her NCW World Championship in the recliner but that sight isn’t important in all of this... instead we are more concerned about what is going on, on the sofa opposite of the Zelda Knite love herself fest. Adam is leaned back against the arm of the sofa, with his wife Kelly in his arms and his hands resting on her obviously pregnant stomach.]
Adam: I’m telling you, Ronaldo would make a great name.
Kelly: We decided on Ethan, we’re sticking with Ethan. *laughs* You distinctly said you loved the name.
Adam: and I do, it’s just that we can pizazz it up a bit don’t you think?
Kelly: Not happening.
[Adam smiles wide as Kelly turns over and is now face to face with her husband, her returning his smile with one of her own. The two kiss as they wrap their arms around one another but this cute moment isn’t meant to last when suddenly Adam’s cell phone, that is sitting on the coffee table, begins to ring. Adam quickly answers it, while Kelly looks kind of annoyed that they were interupted.]
Adam: Hello?
Woman’s Voice: Adam Knite? Ths is Maria Salvatore.
Adam: Maria Salvatore!? Oh hey, sorry I’m just surprised that I got a call, how is CPW going?
Maria: Adam, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about...
Adam: Maria. Let me stop you there. I’m retired, I haven’t wrestled but two matches in months... I’m done.
Maria: Hear me out Mr. Knite. I know you and Kelly closed NCW, but I really feel something like CPW would be good for both parties. You still have a lot to give to this business.
Adam: And I am, as the head of my wrestling training center. I’ve already agreed to use my resources to train some up and comers for IWF. I closed NCW because I want to spend more time with my wife and kids and working a wrestling schedule really wouldn’t accomplish that very well would it?
Maria: Adam, please hear me out. I’m willing to make you an offer...
Adam: Ok, I’m listening.
[The camera pulls out away from the phone, conveniently in time as Maria begins to go on about her offer. Adam’s eyes go wide and his nose curls up as he is clearly, genuinely intrigued at what she’s having to say here. He stops and puts his tongue in between his teeth and lips and it’s clear whatever she said is making him think.]
Adam: Alright Maria... I’ll call you back.
[Adam hangs up the phone and places it gently back on the coffee table, Kelly is staring at him with an expression that is equal parts annoyed and hurt. Adam looks at her and shrugs his shoulders.]
Kelly: Adam, I thought we were walking away from this? For Ryleigh and for Ethan.
Adam: Kelly...
[She doesn’t even let him finish, she reaches forward and puts her index finger on his lips and smiles at him.]
Kelly: If it’s what you want to do... then do it.You’re a wrestler, a damn good one, and nothing is going to change that. Just make sure you can keep that promise to be with us more.
Adam: I think with this offer I can.
Kelly: Good. Then I’m happy for you.
Adam: Dammit Kelly... you never fail to amaze me.
[The two share an intimate kiss, one that forces Zelda to grab her world title belt and exit stage left before she vomits. We begin to fade out as the two separate and stare into each other eyes.]
Kelly: Just don’t forge that.
[Fade to black.]
“Cyrus.”“You know... at least you didn’t call me a kid.”
“And that’s where the compliments are going to end for you.”
“It’s clear that you have no idea who I am or where I came from, not a single clue about my legacy inside this business, because if you did then you wouldn’t have the audacity to even make a claim like my title of King isn’t absolutely, 100% valid. You would not make sure an asinine statement that I haven’t earned this right, that I haven’t put my body through hell and back again to be given this crown to bear.”
“See, I’m not a king because of some divine intervention, I’m not a king because of some tired old bloodline that puts me in a figure head position, I’m the king because I’ve earned my spot on that throne. This is not some literal interpretation of the title, this is me standing head and shoulders above guys like you as their superior, as their ruler, as their “King.” I’m not going to walk out to that ring with a crown and scepter and bop you over the head with them, I’m not going to make you jubble bowling pins while riding a unicycle for my enjoyment, I’m not that kind of monarch....”
“What I will do though... is make you bow at my feet and worship the ground I walk on...”
“and you’ll have very little choice in the matter.”
“Deal with it.”