Post by Adam Knite on May 12, 2012 23:34:09 GMT -6
When you let things build up, and weigh on you for so long, they are eventually just going to pressure up so far until it all comes exploding out. When you try and keep a smile instead of just saying what you mean, when you try and hide your anger and frustration for so long that you just can’t take it any more it is inevitably going to be so much you can take before you lash out. It’s considered healthy to get these things off your chest, it’s considered a part of being a person, to have feelings and being able to express them.
I had my reasons, I tried to pretend that I was happy, I tried to hide all my feelings of resentment, of disdain, because I wanted to be friends, I wanted to make this work I didn’t want to show my unhappiness or my harsh feelings. I couldn’t show that I was mad, that I was unappreciated that I was sick of being a lackey. Or maybe I just didn’t have the guts, maybe I just didn’t have what it took to stand up and say something against a friend.
I’m tired of holding back these thoughts, I’m sick of pretending that I’ve always considered you a close and dear friend, I’m tired of saying that you were a godfather to my child, sick of saying that you were meaningful to me in any way. I’ve held back, I thought maybe I was just jealous, maybe I was just wishing it was me in that position, but that’s not it, it’s not it at all. It’s pure, unbridled resentment for everything you stand for. I am so fed up with your act, I’m tired of holding back what should have been said a long time ago. Things that should have came off my chest, things that you should have known but I grinned and beared it. Trust me now however, there is no more grinning, there is no more happy faces, there is no more fake friendship, it’s just you and me, Adam Knite and Trent Helms....
There are so many things I have wanted to say to you Helms.
Things left unsaid for one reason or another.
I talked myself out of voicing my opinion...
I said it wasn’t worth it...
Or I just didn’t care anymore.
Things that you are now going to know, things that you will hear before our biggest battle, on the biggest stage. Things that have eaten away at me for years, chewing away at my brain, frustrating me because I never stood up and just told you straight up. Since we are here in this moment, preparing for the clash of the two of the biggest wrestlers in recent history... the things between us are finally going to come out, you’ve already stated what you hate about me, what you despise about me when you were starting this whole idiotic pursuit of the Hall of Fame and now I finally get my spotlight, get my chance to tell you off once and for all.
Finally my voice will be heard...
about Trent Helms.
In case it wasn’t painfully clear, I always resented that you won the nCw: Classic title before me, I hated the fact that you followed Davey Boone to the edge of the world and back just to get in that position and most importantly I hate the fact that to hear you tell the story today, you talk about how terrible of an experience it was and how Boone didn’t do anything for you, yet you sure as hell weren’t saying that in the moment. You always built him up, said everything he’s saying now.. talking about how he transformed you into the “Giant Killer” talked about how he helped shape your career. You never once voiced displeasure in what he was doing or what he was saying until years later. It infuriates me listening to you tell that story, it infuriates me that you rag on Boone about what he did to you, about the credit he stole from you, when in fact you gave that willing away for your spot in the main event and you ****ing know it, you just refuse to admit it.
After everything I did for that company, after all the hard work,blood, sweat and tears that flowed from my body for two years, because I didn’t follow Boone when he ventured away and you did, I was again pushed on the back burner, I was again silenced away... but this time was different because not only was I not given my chance that I rightfully earned... it was handed away to you. It was just given to you because you were willing to do whatever they asked, you were willing to do give away your pride and honor for the world championship.
I hate you for it.
I despise you for it.
You didn’t win that title on talent. You didn’t win that belt because you were the best in the world that night, you won it because you just happened to be the best in the world at kissing ass that night. You were never on my level, you never had my talents, you were wrestling yourself, throwing yourself off jumbo screens and talking about the prowess of the one “True Dumbass” when I was main winning 32 straight matches.... when I was going nearly a ***damn year without being defeated one time!
You were a ****ing joke!
You were there just to get people to laugh!
You were NOTHING!
And when I got fed up with taking Boone’s crap, what did you do? You ****ing ran to him and kissed his ass like a good little bitch that you are. You let him parade you around as some kind of great achievement of his all for a title... all for your own selfish needs. You certainly didn’t give a **** about me and what he did to me... no, because you were still getting what you wanted.
The only thing you have ever cared about in fact... what you wanted.
Don’t try and act like you care about anybody else.
There is too much evidence to prove otherwise...
Remember when you tried to take Kelly from me? Remember the day that you and Kelly stabbed me in the back and showed the world that you were a couple? The day you’ll never let me forget!? You want to talk about Ashlie constantly reminding you about being with me, about me popping her cherry, but you don’t have any qualms about the mighty Trent Helms managing to get to second base with Kelly Knite. Every promo, every segments, every video package there you are... talking about it, drilling it into my brain. Why? Because you know how much I care about Kelly, you more than anybody know how my life has always revolved around Kelly, and you tried to take that from me...
because it was something else Trent Helms decided he wanted.
So to hell with anybody else and their feelings.
My greatest prize, the most important thing to ever enter my life outside of Ryleigh now, has always been Kelly. You know how hard I’ve fought to stay with her, you better than anybody knows how much I’ve always loved her and you were standing there, willing to rip her away from me, take her from me all in the pursuit of your goals, all because you just felt like you wanted to have her one day.
The one thing I can’t live without.
The one thing that makes me, me.
The one person I’ve always been about...
Don’t talk to me about me losing my way, don’t come whining to me about me hurting my friends when you would go and do something like that to me, don’t you ****ING DARE EVEN TRY! You know what you did, you know why you did it! You’re selfish little prick, you’re conniving asshole, you’re a self centered peice of **** and you always will be. No amount of crying for the camera, putting on a nice show for the sheep is going to change that in my eyes.
You are you are.
You’re Trent Helms... and that’s all you’re about.... Trent Helms.
You know what really bothers me.. what really drives me crazy...
How people always thought you were so great. How people always looked at you like you were this pinnacle of promoing talent.
As if everything you said was made of pure gold.
I hate the way that you’re able to play to the masses with random pop culture references, I always felt it was nothing but cheap pops and praise masking your total ineptitude to capture a captivating story on camera. It’s always been a way to cover up your deficiencies, because you didn’t want people to see that without your Michael Bay explosions and without your Super Saiyan special effects that you really weren’t saying anything at all. You were just sorta incoherently rambling on for about ten sentences and filling the rest with as much bull**** as you could think up, while bashing how Ricky Johnson promos.... every... damn... week... Now you want to praise him with every breath... when you tore into the guy every week for two years.
A lot of class.
Oh that’s right.. you don’t care... because it earned you a Promoer of the Year award, it got you to a world title, so you don’t give a **** what I think about it.
Typical.
I couldn’t stand the fact that people said you were “more interesting” than me, I couldn’t stand listening to people talk about how you were the best promoer in the business, how you got all those sheep to sit on your every word just because you could shove Faggotron 3000 into the same promo with Joss Whedon’s zombie face eater dog. You were the best promoer in NCW because you could fit together two ridiculous movie references and give them stupid names? You were the best promoer in NCW because you could talk about the Ninja Turtles and Mallrats in the same ten minute segment?!
You just played to the teenage geeks who watched your idiotic ****! You just gave the virgin morons who make up every idiot sitting in the crowd chanting “you can’t see me” something to love, you were nothing but a shepherd to the sheep who were too brain dead to understand good story telling when it’s right in front of their faces. The people who gave you that praise are the same people who can’t realize that 100 minutes of “I love the 90’s” isn’t anywhere in the same league as any 15 minutes of Citizen Kane.
Then you have the guile to rip on everybody who ever did “character development” you were sitting there ripping off every major Hollywood movie released in the past twenty five years and you... YOU! Talked about how the pointlessness of intricately crafting a character to fit a refined story in an attempt to tell a compelling story, you.... you...
You backstabbing, self centered, self righteous, overbearing, little hypocritical ****!
Shove your red carpet release party references up your ass and lets talk about the best thing that ever happened to NCW...
You disappearing for nearly three years.
Yes. I said it. I was glad you were gone, I was happy you weren’t here to make a spectacle out of the sport I love, I was happy that you were no longer around to get in the way of the real wrestlers, the people who weren’t joke characters in a fancier package. The people like me, AJ Phoenix, Falcon, Angel, Steve Awesome, Brad Kane, Spike Kane, Andrew Jacobsen, Charlie Velez, Venom, Dave Holland, The Ace.... every wrestler who tried to be good at their craft instead of trying to produce the next big box office bomb, every wrestler who cared more about wrestling talent than they did about how many pop culture parodies they could shove into five minutes of promo time, every wrestler that wanted a spot at the top but kept getting overshadowed by your idiocy or your memory, every wrestler who deserved to be in the spotlight instead of... somebody like you.
Think about it like this Helms... you were more of a comedy schtick than Freakke THE CLOWN. You were less about wrestling than SEXY JASON. All you have to fall back on is that fact you are good at making references to things that were more interesting than you could ever be.
I have always wanted to know how I really felt about you Trent, I always wanted you to see the vile contempt I hold for you and everything you stand for. You were never as good as me, you were never in the same league as me, you should have never been world champion... because you did nothing to earn it. You did nothing to deserve it.
You are a joke in my eyes! and you will always be a joke!
You want to know the truth?
You really want to know how I feel?
I think... I HATE YOU.
I hated being your tag team partner because people thought you WERE the team.
I hated being your friend because all you ever talked about was what I could do to help you in your goals.
I hated watching you succeed...
I hated everything about you, I hate your stupid purple hair, I hate your asinine promos and I hate your pretentious attitude. Everything Helms... EVERYTHING grates on my nerves like cheese graters.
I don’t want to just beat you Trent, I want to embarrass you, I want you to hit me with everything you have right on the chin and still make you quick. At the end of the day I want you to know who the better man is and always will be. I want you to know that nothing you could have ever done would be at my level. Crush your will to keep going, destroy your hopes and dreams, and finally after all these years prove to you that you were never worthy of mine or anybody else’s respect.
I want you to know who the better man always was.
I want you to remember this Knite Trent...
Every time you close your eyes, every time you fall asleep, every time you think back on your career, I want to you remember the Knite who ended the legend of Trent Helms.
[Adam stands in front of the replica title belts that line the wall of his personal office inside his gym. He looks across every belt representing various titles from various companies over the years that he won. His eyes span the room, the NCW World Championship, the PWW triple crown, the NMW belts, and countless others strawn around in a decorative array. He stands there emotionless in his daze, when that is suddenly broken.]
Kelly: Looking to add another one to that wall?
[Adam doesn’t turn around to face her. Instead a small crooked smile forms on his face, no matter the circumstance it’s always good to hear Kelly’s voice.]
Adam: I thought you left?
Kelly: I’m back. I can’t come and see you anymore? What are you doing here so late?
Adam: Thinking.
Kelly: Care to share what’s eating at you?
Adam: It’s been a good career, you know. I still remember when I won this built, my first ever world championship. I remember the crowd chanting “Raptor” I remember Ashlie running into the ring and wrapping her arms around me, I remember I couldn’t even think, everything was blurry, I didn’t realize I was holding the title above my head until she ran up and nearly tackled me... But, the thing is... it’s funny how that ended up not even being my favorite memory of that night.
Kelly: The night we met.
Adam: Ashlie came by earlier. I guess it’s kinda fitting that this time she was the one walking out the door “dumping” me. Girl has grown a lot, I never thought she’d end up growing too big and firing me when I first started training her.
Kelly: Feeling a bit lovesick? You know, this isn’t a good path of conversation to have with your wife.
[Adam laughs, he can’t see Kelly but he knows exactly the reaction he’s getting. Her hands are on her hips and she glaring at him with that annoyed face she makes where she turns up her nose, he finds it adorable and it makes him smile even thinking about it.]
Adam: No, not that at all. I’m proud of her. She finally moved on.
Kelly: Trent’s a good guy for her...
Adam: If he hurts her, I’ll break him in half.
[Kelly walks up behind her husband, she puts her arm through his, pulls it close to herself and rests her head against his him, Adam turns and looks down at her, both of them are obviously lost in thought tonight.]
Kelly: So you do still hold some feelings for her?
Adam: I don’t know if I’d say that... but I will always have a part of her with me. She was the first love... and the first... yeah I don’t have to spell that out. Anyway, I just feel that I owe her that, to make sure nobody hurts her anymore... like I did.
Kelly: So this is what, “this” is about huh? Looking at the past, having some regrets?
Adam: Maybe. It just feels so different now, seems so strange to me that it’s been so long. We are together, we have a beautiful little girl, and our life is great, but yet here I am... keep driving myself for more. Keep pushing myself further and I can’t help but ask myself why... Why is this so important? I still feel as if there are still things left to be done.
Kelly: Trent.
Adam: It’s time to finally bury that piece of my past...
Kelly: He’s your friend.
Adam: No. If he was my friend, I wouldn’t currently be thinking that, that spot in my trophy case right there, wouldn’t be the perfect spot for his skull. He’s a trophy, a prize, a part of my life that I want to forget, a part of my life I want to conquer. When I was weak, when I wasn’t the King I was supposed to be. I want to see him in pain, I want to see him hurt... tears rolling down his face, giving up, realizing that he wasn’t good enough, realize that he is inferior to me in every way. That’s what I want hanging on my wall right there... not some National title, but the hopes and pride of Trent Helms. A big fat plaque that says “Adam Knite was better in every way.”
Kelly: I know that feeling... every time I look at your sister.
[Adam and Kelly both turn to look each other in the eyes. Adam puts his hands on her hips, smiling at the person he loves more than anything in this world and Kelly does the same.]
Kelly: I guess we both have our demons.
Adam: You know, I think you just don’t understand Zelda. In a weird way she sorta expected you to be more like a mother to her than a sister or friend. You were larger than life, you were kinda what she always wanted to be. Pretty, confident, successful, and strong. She looked up to you, you’re the only womanly influence she had in her life for a long time. I can teach her how to wrestle and not take **** from anybody... but you were so much more in her eyes.
Kelly: Wow... I... never
Adam: Maybe you should remember that when you’re trying to rip her head off.
Kelly: Just like you should remember how Trent looks at you...
[Adam cocks an eyebrow in confusion at this statement, obviously not having an idea what Kelly is getting at.]
Kelly: You’re his big brother.
[Adam doesn’t say a word again, he just turns around and looks at the wall filled with the shining gold. He looks at the belts, his past staring him in the face, the failures and the successes... the mistakes and the victories, the pain and the triumphs. He nods his head as Kelly takes him by the hand and pulls him towards the door.]
Kelly: Lets go home.
[Kelly pulls, but Adam holds his ground, instead he, with on tug of his arm, pulls Kelly back to him and into his chest where he wraps his arms around her. He leans down and she gets on her tip toes and the two embrace with a kiss as we fade to black.]
So many things left unsaid. Even now.
So many things I’ve wanted to voice. Even now.
So many feelings. So much frustration and anger. Even now.
All the feelings of hate and resentment rushing through my head.
Feeling betrayed and underappreciated.
Everything that I always wanted to say is finally there on the table.
All the things I held in are out there for you to see..
Everything I wanted you to know...
and now it’s finally time to end this...
brother.
I had my reasons, I tried to pretend that I was happy, I tried to hide all my feelings of resentment, of disdain, because I wanted to be friends, I wanted to make this work I didn’t want to show my unhappiness or my harsh feelings. I couldn’t show that I was mad, that I was unappreciated that I was sick of being a lackey. Or maybe I just didn’t have the guts, maybe I just didn’t have what it took to stand up and say something against a friend.
I’m tired of holding back these thoughts, I’m sick of pretending that I’ve always considered you a close and dear friend, I’m tired of saying that you were a godfather to my child, sick of saying that you were meaningful to me in any way. I’ve held back, I thought maybe I was just jealous, maybe I was just wishing it was me in that position, but that’s not it, it’s not it at all. It’s pure, unbridled resentment for everything you stand for. I am so fed up with your act, I’m tired of holding back what should have been said a long time ago. Things that should have came off my chest, things that you should have known but I grinned and beared it. Trust me now however, there is no more grinning, there is no more happy faces, there is no more fake friendship, it’s just you and me, Adam Knite and Trent Helms....
There are so many things I have wanted to say to you Helms.
Things left unsaid for one reason or another.
I talked myself out of voicing my opinion...
I said it wasn’t worth it...
Or I just didn’t care anymore.
Things that you are now going to know, things that you will hear before our biggest battle, on the biggest stage. Things that have eaten away at me for years, chewing away at my brain, frustrating me because I never stood up and just told you straight up. Since we are here in this moment, preparing for the clash of the two of the biggest wrestlers in recent history... the things between us are finally going to come out, you’ve already stated what you hate about me, what you despise about me when you were starting this whole idiotic pursuit of the Hall of Fame and now I finally get my spotlight, get my chance to tell you off once and for all.
Finally my voice will be heard...
about Trent Helms.
In case it wasn’t painfully clear, I always resented that you won the nCw: Classic title before me, I hated the fact that you followed Davey Boone to the edge of the world and back just to get in that position and most importantly I hate the fact that to hear you tell the story today, you talk about how terrible of an experience it was and how Boone didn’t do anything for you, yet you sure as hell weren’t saying that in the moment. You always built him up, said everything he’s saying now.. talking about how he transformed you into the “Giant Killer” talked about how he helped shape your career. You never once voiced displeasure in what he was doing or what he was saying until years later. It infuriates me listening to you tell that story, it infuriates me that you rag on Boone about what he did to you, about the credit he stole from you, when in fact you gave that willing away for your spot in the main event and you ****ing know it, you just refuse to admit it.
After everything I did for that company, after all the hard work,blood, sweat and tears that flowed from my body for two years, because I didn’t follow Boone when he ventured away and you did, I was again pushed on the back burner, I was again silenced away... but this time was different because not only was I not given my chance that I rightfully earned... it was handed away to you. It was just given to you because you were willing to do whatever they asked, you were willing to do give away your pride and honor for the world championship.
I hate you for it.
I despise you for it.
You didn’t win that title on talent. You didn’t win that belt because you were the best in the world that night, you won it because you just happened to be the best in the world at kissing ass that night. You were never on my level, you never had my talents, you were wrestling yourself, throwing yourself off jumbo screens and talking about the prowess of the one “True Dumbass” when I was main winning 32 straight matches.... when I was going nearly a ***damn year without being defeated one time!
You were a ****ing joke!
You were there just to get people to laugh!
You were NOTHING!
And when I got fed up with taking Boone’s crap, what did you do? You ****ing ran to him and kissed his ass like a good little bitch that you are. You let him parade you around as some kind of great achievement of his all for a title... all for your own selfish needs. You certainly didn’t give a **** about me and what he did to me... no, because you were still getting what you wanted.
The only thing you have ever cared about in fact... what you wanted.
Don’t try and act like you care about anybody else.
There is too much evidence to prove otherwise...
Remember when you tried to take Kelly from me? Remember the day that you and Kelly stabbed me in the back and showed the world that you were a couple? The day you’ll never let me forget!? You want to talk about Ashlie constantly reminding you about being with me, about me popping her cherry, but you don’t have any qualms about the mighty Trent Helms managing to get to second base with Kelly Knite. Every promo, every segments, every video package there you are... talking about it, drilling it into my brain. Why? Because you know how much I care about Kelly, you more than anybody know how my life has always revolved around Kelly, and you tried to take that from me...
because it was something else Trent Helms decided he wanted.
So to hell with anybody else and their feelings.
My greatest prize, the most important thing to ever enter my life outside of Ryleigh now, has always been Kelly. You know how hard I’ve fought to stay with her, you better than anybody knows how much I’ve always loved her and you were standing there, willing to rip her away from me, take her from me all in the pursuit of your goals, all because you just felt like you wanted to have her one day.
The one thing I can’t live without.
The one thing that makes me, me.
The one person I’ve always been about...
Don’t talk to me about me losing my way, don’t come whining to me about me hurting my friends when you would go and do something like that to me, don’t you ****ING DARE EVEN TRY! You know what you did, you know why you did it! You’re selfish little prick, you’re conniving asshole, you’re a self centered peice of **** and you always will be. No amount of crying for the camera, putting on a nice show for the sheep is going to change that in my eyes.
You are you are.
You’re Trent Helms... and that’s all you’re about.... Trent Helms.
You know what really bothers me.. what really drives me crazy...
How people always thought you were so great. How people always looked at you like you were this pinnacle of promoing talent.
As if everything you said was made of pure gold.
I hate the way that you’re able to play to the masses with random pop culture references, I always felt it was nothing but cheap pops and praise masking your total ineptitude to capture a captivating story on camera. It’s always been a way to cover up your deficiencies, because you didn’t want people to see that without your Michael Bay explosions and without your Super Saiyan special effects that you really weren’t saying anything at all. You were just sorta incoherently rambling on for about ten sentences and filling the rest with as much bull**** as you could think up, while bashing how Ricky Johnson promos.... every... damn... week... Now you want to praise him with every breath... when you tore into the guy every week for two years.
A lot of class.
Oh that’s right.. you don’t care... because it earned you a Promoer of the Year award, it got you to a world title, so you don’t give a **** what I think about it.
Typical.
I couldn’t stand the fact that people said you were “more interesting” than me, I couldn’t stand listening to people talk about how you were the best promoer in the business, how you got all those sheep to sit on your every word just because you could shove Faggotron 3000 into the same promo with Joss Whedon’s zombie face eater dog. You were the best promoer in NCW because you could fit together two ridiculous movie references and give them stupid names? You were the best promoer in NCW because you could talk about the Ninja Turtles and Mallrats in the same ten minute segment?!
You just played to the teenage geeks who watched your idiotic ****! You just gave the virgin morons who make up every idiot sitting in the crowd chanting “you can’t see me” something to love, you were nothing but a shepherd to the sheep who were too brain dead to understand good story telling when it’s right in front of their faces. The people who gave you that praise are the same people who can’t realize that 100 minutes of “I love the 90’s” isn’t anywhere in the same league as any 15 minutes of Citizen Kane.
Then you have the guile to rip on everybody who ever did “character development” you were sitting there ripping off every major Hollywood movie released in the past twenty five years and you... YOU! Talked about how the pointlessness of intricately crafting a character to fit a refined story in an attempt to tell a compelling story, you.... you...
You backstabbing, self centered, self righteous, overbearing, little hypocritical ****!
Shove your red carpet release party references up your ass and lets talk about the best thing that ever happened to NCW...
You disappearing for nearly three years.
Yes. I said it. I was glad you were gone, I was happy you weren’t here to make a spectacle out of the sport I love, I was happy that you were no longer around to get in the way of the real wrestlers, the people who weren’t joke characters in a fancier package. The people like me, AJ Phoenix, Falcon, Angel, Steve Awesome, Brad Kane, Spike Kane, Andrew Jacobsen, Charlie Velez, Venom, Dave Holland, The Ace.... every wrestler who tried to be good at their craft instead of trying to produce the next big box office bomb, every wrestler who cared more about wrestling talent than they did about how many pop culture parodies they could shove into five minutes of promo time, every wrestler that wanted a spot at the top but kept getting overshadowed by your idiocy or your memory, every wrestler who deserved to be in the spotlight instead of... somebody like you.
Think about it like this Helms... you were more of a comedy schtick than Freakke THE CLOWN. You were less about wrestling than SEXY JASON. All you have to fall back on is that fact you are good at making references to things that were more interesting than you could ever be.
I have always wanted to know how I really felt about you Trent, I always wanted you to see the vile contempt I hold for you and everything you stand for. You were never as good as me, you were never in the same league as me, you should have never been world champion... because you did nothing to earn it. You did nothing to deserve it.
You are a joke in my eyes! and you will always be a joke!
You want to know the truth?
You really want to know how I feel?
I think... I HATE YOU.
I hated being your tag team partner because people thought you WERE the team.
I hated being your friend because all you ever talked about was what I could do to help you in your goals.
I hated watching you succeed...
I hated everything about you, I hate your stupid purple hair, I hate your asinine promos and I hate your pretentious attitude. Everything Helms... EVERYTHING grates on my nerves like cheese graters.
I don’t want to just beat you Trent, I want to embarrass you, I want you to hit me with everything you have right on the chin and still make you quick. At the end of the day I want you to know who the better man is and always will be. I want you to know that nothing you could have ever done would be at my level. Crush your will to keep going, destroy your hopes and dreams, and finally after all these years prove to you that you were never worthy of mine or anybody else’s respect.
I want you to know who the better man always was.
I want you to remember this Knite Trent...
Every time you close your eyes, every time you fall asleep, every time you think back on your career, I want to you remember the Knite who ended the legend of Trent Helms.
[Adam stands in front of the replica title belts that line the wall of his personal office inside his gym. He looks across every belt representing various titles from various companies over the years that he won. His eyes span the room, the NCW World Championship, the PWW triple crown, the NMW belts, and countless others strawn around in a decorative array. He stands there emotionless in his daze, when that is suddenly broken.]
Kelly: Looking to add another one to that wall?
[Adam doesn’t turn around to face her. Instead a small crooked smile forms on his face, no matter the circumstance it’s always good to hear Kelly’s voice.]
Adam: I thought you left?
Kelly: I’m back. I can’t come and see you anymore? What are you doing here so late?
Adam: Thinking.
Kelly: Care to share what’s eating at you?
Adam: It’s been a good career, you know. I still remember when I won this built, my first ever world championship. I remember the crowd chanting “Raptor” I remember Ashlie running into the ring and wrapping her arms around me, I remember I couldn’t even think, everything was blurry, I didn’t realize I was holding the title above my head until she ran up and nearly tackled me... But, the thing is... it’s funny how that ended up not even being my favorite memory of that night.
Kelly: The night we met.
Adam: Ashlie came by earlier. I guess it’s kinda fitting that this time she was the one walking out the door “dumping” me. Girl has grown a lot, I never thought she’d end up growing too big and firing me when I first started training her.
Kelly: Feeling a bit lovesick? You know, this isn’t a good path of conversation to have with your wife.
[Adam laughs, he can’t see Kelly but he knows exactly the reaction he’s getting. Her hands are on her hips and she glaring at him with that annoyed face she makes where she turns up her nose, he finds it adorable and it makes him smile even thinking about it.]
Adam: No, not that at all. I’m proud of her. She finally moved on.
Kelly: Trent’s a good guy for her...
Adam: If he hurts her, I’ll break him in half.
[Kelly walks up behind her husband, she puts her arm through his, pulls it close to herself and rests her head against his him, Adam turns and looks down at her, both of them are obviously lost in thought tonight.]
Kelly: So you do still hold some feelings for her?
Adam: I don’t know if I’d say that... but I will always have a part of her with me. She was the first love... and the first... yeah I don’t have to spell that out. Anyway, I just feel that I owe her that, to make sure nobody hurts her anymore... like I did.
Kelly: So this is what, “this” is about huh? Looking at the past, having some regrets?
Adam: Maybe. It just feels so different now, seems so strange to me that it’s been so long. We are together, we have a beautiful little girl, and our life is great, but yet here I am... keep driving myself for more. Keep pushing myself further and I can’t help but ask myself why... Why is this so important? I still feel as if there are still things left to be done.
Kelly: Trent.
Adam: It’s time to finally bury that piece of my past...
Kelly: He’s your friend.
Adam: No. If he was my friend, I wouldn’t currently be thinking that, that spot in my trophy case right there, wouldn’t be the perfect spot for his skull. He’s a trophy, a prize, a part of my life that I want to forget, a part of my life I want to conquer. When I was weak, when I wasn’t the King I was supposed to be. I want to see him in pain, I want to see him hurt... tears rolling down his face, giving up, realizing that he wasn’t good enough, realize that he is inferior to me in every way. That’s what I want hanging on my wall right there... not some National title, but the hopes and pride of Trent Helms. A big fat plaque that says “Adam Knite was better in every way.”
Kelly: I know that feeling... every time I look at your sister.
[Adam and Kelly both turn to look each other in the eyes. Adam puts his hands on her hips, smiling at the person he loves more than anything in this world and Kelly does the same.]
Kelly: I guess we both have our demons.
Adam: You know, I think you just don’t understand Zelda. In a weird way she sorta expected you to be more like a mother to her than a sister or friend. You were larger than life, you were kinda what she always wanted to be. Pretty, confident, successful, and strong. She looked up to you, you’re the only womanly influence she had in her life for a long time. I can teach her how to wrestle and not take **** from anybody... but you were so much more in her eyes.
Kelly: Wow... I... never
Adam: Maybe you should remember that when you’re trying to rip her head off.
Kelly: Just like you should remember how Trent looks at you...
[Adam cocks an eyebrow in confusion at this statement, obviously not having an idea what Kelly is getting at.]
Kelly: You’re his big brother.
[Adam doesn’t say a word again, he just turns around and looks at the wall filled with the shining gold. He looks at the belts, his past staring him in the face, the failures and the successes... the mistakes and the victories, the pain and the triumphs. He nods his head as Kelly takes him by the hand and pulls him towards the door.]
Kelly: Lets go home.
[Kelly pulls, but Adam holds his ground, instead he, with on tug of his arm, pulls Kelly back to him and into his chest where he wraps his arms around her. He leans down and she gets on her tip toes and the two embrace with a kiss as we fade to black.]
So many things left unsaid. Even now.
So many things I’ve wanted to voice. Even now.
So many feelings. So much frustration and anger. Even now.
All the feelings of hate and resentment rushing through my head.
Feeling betrayed and underappreciated.
Everything that I always wanted to say is finally there on the table.
All the things I held in are out there for you to see..
Everything I wanted you to know...
and now it’s finally time to end this...
brother.
