Post by Adam Knite on Jun 14, 2012 21:00:33 GMT -6
It still haunts you doesn’t it Alex?
The thought of not walking out of Reborn as the world champion three years ago?
Do you still replay it in your mind?
You were supposed to win, you were supposed to prove to the world how great you were. Your last World title was ridiculed and downgraded by all those asanine “xtremeist” from that pisshole in the ground federation... it was your moment, your chance to be more than they gave you credit for. Yet there you were, inside the ring, dumbfounded, the World championship still not in your hands, you were there, it was so close, and yet so far.
Can you beat me Alex? Can you dethrone NCW's King?
It's the question on everybody's lips, it's the question that has been eating away at you for three years, it's what you're striving for, it's what you're wanting right? Adam Knite, your white whale, your golden fleece, it's everything you desire and it's just outside your reach. Your fingertips have been right there on so many occasions, if only you had a few more centimeters, if only you had a little bit more time, you could finally grab it, you could finally call it yours, all the years of frustration and regret, all the sleepless nights wondering “what if” or “could I” could finally be left in the past and you can finally move forward. You didn't know that I would be your opponant while you were kicking the hell out of Joe Everyman, but now that I am... it makes for the perfect ironic twist of fate...
Or not.
Now instead of fighting for the biggest prize in NCW, we're fighting for some hunk of tin with an United States flag painted on it. Instead of fighting for the world... we're playing Risk in one country. Why be excited over a downgrade, why feel like vindication can finally be yours when nothing is at stake. This isn’t a showdown between NCW and Revolution, this isn’t a clash between the top opposing forces in the world of wrestling today, it is a match thrown together because I defeated Helms and you defeated Joe Everyman. Nothing is there, that links this battle with our one three years ago outside the pay per view name.
I don't care what this match means to you.
Go ahead and act like this is some monumental showdown if you want, but I’m past the days of believing that you could mean something to NCW on a grand scale, I’m done believing that beating the hell out of Jacobsen is beneath you. The single biggest accomplishment you’ve had in your NCW career is that you destroyed the bastardized Young Guns. No Velez, no Venom, no JFK, no Doc, not even Zelda or Jason Blair... it was some group led by a little peon who had no business facing you and you happened to toy around with him until he quit... congratulations, you’re about on the same levels of the older brother playing “horse” with his little sister.
You might think that the day I screwed you out of that match is some huge event in my career, you might think that it should be a tarnish on my record... but with all the times I’ve beaten you before and since that moment.. it means nothing. It wasn’t about me knowing that I couldn’t beat you, it wasn’t about me giving up and insuring my belt, it was me toying with your emotions Alex... just like you toyed with Jacobsen.
To steal a famous line... maybe it was the day that Adam Knite took your dreams and hopes of being a World Champion away and shattered them, a day you will never forget, a day that you will hold onto and look for retribution for, for the rest of your life in NCW... but for me...
it was a Sunday. (RIP: Raul Julia)
I didn’t need another victory over you, I didn’t need to win that match to etch my name into NCW history, to be immortalized forever in the record books..... you did.
I didn’t have to beat you.
I didn’t have to pin you.
I didn’t have to prove myself in any way.
I had already done all of that.
You never got it Alex... you have carried this burning desire inside of you for all this time and you still don’t get it, why I did it, why I blatantly screwed you out of the rest of that match. It wasn’t to cheat my way to keeping the title, it wasn’t because in my mind I couldn’t beat you on that stage, it was because I had a message for you... and that was I didn’t need you, and I didn’t need that match. It was as meaningless as you are to me now.
I’m a world champion.
I’m a triple crown winner.
I’m the King... and Kings don’t need jesters to validate their reign.
[Kelly sits behind her desk at the NCW headquarters in Dallas, Texas. She is looking at the stack of envelopes sitting on her desk beside her, and doesn’t look all that thrilled about them so luckily, when the door swings open, she smiles and accepts the distraction.]
Kelly: Adam?
Adam: Hey, how’s work?
Kelly: Ugh.
[Adam walks up to the desk and stands in front of it, he leans over and gives his wife a quick kiss. He sits down on the front of Kelly’s desk and smiles at his wife.]
Kelly: What are you doing?
Adam: I just figured you could use a distraction, and from the sounds of it, I’m right.
Kelly: Oh you don’t even know, I’m so bored right now, but shouldn’t you be getting ready for your match this week, I thought this was your normal training time?
Adam: I’m not worried about it, I’ve faced Alex enough to know what to expect from him.
Kelly: Well I’m glad you’re so confident...
Adam: No, not confidence or arrogance. Just... it’s Alex... I have nothing to prove to him, or to gain from this match... but I’m not here to talk about me, you want to go to lunch or something? You could use a distraction I think.
Kelly: That sounds great, just let me finish this... ok?
[Adam nods his head quickly.]
Adam: I never asked... what are you doing anyway?
Kelly: Just signing paychecks, my hand is starting to cramp from so much damn writing.
Adam: You know they make stamps for that sorta thing.
Kelly: Yeah, but it feels more personal to me if I write them myself, Like I care about the people who work for me in some way. Oh by the way...
[Kelly reaches into a pile and pulls out an envelope, she extends it towards Adam who just glares down at the piece of paper in her hand and doesn’t look too thrilled.]
Adam: What the hell is this?
Kelly: I just told you. Pay check.
Adam: I’m your husband...
Kelly: Yeah.. what does that have to do with anything?
Adam: I don’t want you paying me like I’m one of your ***damn employees. We’re married.
Kelly: You’re still my employee.
Adam: I’m not ****ing working for you Kelly!
[Adam’s sudden outburst causes Kelly to throw her head back in shock for a brief second, she’s truly surprised at such a reaction as Adam stands up from sitting on her desk and turns his back to her to try and hide his sudden anger.]
Kelly: Adam? What is this about?
[Adam spins around, like he’s about to say something passionate, but he holds back his tongue and just shakes his head. He lowers his raised arm to make his point and stands down. He reaches down and picks up the bronze nameplate on her desk reading “Kelly Fox” and shakes his head.]
Adam: Look Kelly. Just don’t start treating me like I’m one of your employees... I’m not a ****ing employee.. keep your money.
[Adam turns around and heads towards the door, but Kelly stands from her chair and holds out her arm to try and stop him from leaving.]
Kelly: Wait.. what about lunch...
Adam: ….
[Adam just shrugs and heads out the door, we fade to black on a very confused looking Kelly sitting back down in her chair and shaking her head in disbelief.]
I don’t give a damn about this belt Alex.
You want me to show you just how little this means to me Alex? Here... it's yours you can have it, I have even saved you the trouble of going to the jeweler and having your name engraved, because I’ve already done it for you.
Read it right there Alex... I already had your named engraved on it, you want it that bad, you want this title so deeply it's right here for the taking, it's yours, just reach out and grab it Alex. If this is what you want, if this is what will set your mind at ease... it's here, and it's ready for you. Can you do it Alex? Can you beat me, can you claim this prize? If you want this Alex, then take it, rip it from my hands, throw it over your shoulder and walk around like you're immortal, parade around as if that is the Lombardi Trophy...
It’s going to be that easy any way right? You have been saying it for three years now, how you were going to destroy dethrone the King of NCW, how it was just a matter of getting inside that ring and not having a Knite screw you over. Just another day at the office, walk in, do your work and walk out right? Well then, here you go, I’ll save you the trouble of even clocking in. If you want this belt so belt so bad Alex, it’s all yours. Free of charge, no strings attached, your name is already there, your name is already written in pencil in the record books, just have to go back over it in permanent marker, no need for this ridiculous match if this is all you want, no need to stress ourselves over this hunk of tin with pretty writing on it. I’ll leave it right here and it’s free for you to just walk up and claim...
IF... all you care about is being a champion.
IF... this will bring closure to our fight.
IF... this is what you really want.
Then just have it... I don’t want it.
But this shouldn’t be about that... should it? This shouldn’t be about you wanting a national champion, should it? I said it before, this isn’t a rematch, this is for a lesser belt, this is for the Joe Everyman title, this is for something much more insignificant. However, if just winning this title is all you crave, then so be it Alex, I used to think more of you, I used to believe that you were the future of NCW, but if you want to just show the world that you are nothing but a title hunting poser, then by all means just go right ahead.
I know what you want Alex... I know what you need... but the question is. Do you?
Do you really understand what you’re fighting for?
Because I know what I’m here for... nothing. I’ve done it all Alex, it’s just another moment where I don’t need you or this match, I don’t need to go over you in any way... the only reason I’m here is because I’m contractually required to do so.... hell look at who my wife is... I don’t even need the ***damn paycheck Alex! So what makes you think I give a damn? What would possibly make you think I give a **** about this match or beating you?
You offer me nothing I want, you have nothing I need.
Not a history, not a legacy, not a championship, not even a hall of fame career..
You have nothing, but your bitter memories of what could have been, if you had just been a bit more talented.
You don’t have a single thing of substance to give, and you don’t have a single thing to offer that I haven’t seen before.
What do you have left to show me? What more could there possibly be that I haven't seen from you time and time again? Do you have any tricks waiting for the biggest show, do you have any surprises tucked away waiting for the perfect moment, or have you really just given me everything you could, only to fall short each and every time? That's not good enough for me Alex, that's not where you need to be.. “good enough”... Good enough is what caused Joe Everyman to win this belt three times and do literally **** since that moment, good enough is what causes the Cameron Corvis's and the Chuck Moss's of the world. Just being good enough, just having enough in you to get by, just being complacent instead of thriving for me.. is that what you want to be AJ? Bring me something new, bring me something exciting, show me that this isn't what you want...
You don't want this Alex, you don't need this Alex.
But if you do...
it's all yours...
and this time...
the belt already has your name on it.
You just have to take it.
The thought of not walking out of Reborn as the world champion three years ago?
Do you still replay it in your mind?
You were supposed to win, you were supposed to prove to the world how great you were. Your last World title was ridiculed and downgraded by all those asanine “xtremeist” from that pisshole in the ground federation... it was your moment, your chance to be more than they gave you credit for. Yet there you were, inside the ring, dumbfounded, the World championship still not in your hands, you were there, it was so close, and yet so far.
Can you beat me Alex? Can you dethrone NCW's King?
It's the question on everybody's lips, it's the question that has been eating away at you for three years, it's what you're striving for, it's what you're wanting right? Adam Knite, your white whale, your golden fleece, it's everything you desire and it's just outside your reach. Your fingertips have been right there on so many occasions, if only you had a few more centimeters, if only you had a little bit more time, you could finally grab it, you could finally call it yours, all the years of frustration and regret, all the sleepless nights wondering “what if” or “could I” could finally be left in the past and you can finally move forward. You didn't know that I would be your opponant while you were kicking the hell out of Joe Everyman, but now that I am... it makes for the perfect ironic twist of fate...
Or not.
Now instead of fighting for the biggest prize in NCW, we're fighting for some hunk of tin with an United States flag painted on it. Instead of fighting for the world... we're playing Risk in one country. Why be excited over a downgrade, why feel like vindication can finally be yours when nothing is at stake. This isn’t a showdown between NCW and Revolution, this isn’t a clash between the top opposing forces in the world of wrestling today, it is a match thrown together because I defeated Helms and you defeated Joe Everyman. Nothing is there, that links this battle with our one three years ago outside the pay per view name.
I don't care what this match means to you.
Go ahead and act like this is some monumental showdown if you want, but I’m past the days of believing that you could mean something to NCW on a grand scale, I’m done believing that beating the hell out of Jacobsen is beneath you. The single biggest accomplishment you’ve had in your NCW career is that you destroyed the bastardized Young Guns. No Velez, no Venom, no JFK, no Doc, not even Zelda or Jason Blair... it was some group led by a little peon who had no business facing you and you happened to toy around with him until he quit... congratulations, you’re about on the same levels of the older brother playing “horse” with his little sister.
You might think that the day I screwed you out of that match is some huge event in my career, you might think that it should be a tarnish on my record... but with all the times I’ve beaten you before and since that moment.. it means nothing. It wasn’t about me knowing that I couldn’t beat you, it wasn’t about me giving up and insuring my belt, it was me toying with your emotions Alex... just like you toyed with Jacobsen.
To steal a famous line... maybe it was the day that Adam Knite took your dreams and hopes of being a World Champion away and shattered them, a day you will never forget, a day that you will hold onto and look for retribution for, for the rest of your life in NCW... but for me...
it was a Sunday. (RIP: Raul Julia)
I didn’t need another victory over you, I didn’t need to win that match to etch my name into NCW history, to be immortalized forever in the record books..... you did.
I didn’t have to beat you.
I didn’t have to pin you.
I didn’t have to prove myself in any way.
I had already done all of that.
You never got it Alex... you have carried this burning desire inside of you for all this time and you still don’t get it, why I did it, why I blatantly screwed you out of the rest of that match. It wasn’t to cheat my way to keeping the title, it wasn’t because in my mind I couldn’t beat you on that stage, it was because I had a message for you... and that was I didn’t need you, and I didn’t need that match. It was as meaningless as you are to me now.
I’m a world champion.
I’m a triple crown winner.
I’m the King... and Kings don’t need jesters to validate their reign.
[Kelly sits behind her desk at the NCW headquarters in Dallas, Texas. She is looking at the stack of envelopes sitting on her desk beside her, and doesn’t look all that thrilled about them so luckily, when the door swings open, she smiles and accepts the distraction.]
Kelly: Adam?
Adam: Hey, how’s work?
Kelly: Ugh.
[Adam walks up to the desk and stands in front of it, he leans over and gives his wife a quick kiss. He sits down on the front of Kelly’s desk and smiles at his wife.]
Kelly: What are you doing?
Adam: I just figured you could use a distraction, and from the sounds of it, I’m right.
Kelly: Oh you don’t even know, I’m so bored right now, but shouldn’t you be getting ready for your match this week, I thought this was your normal training time?
Adam: I’m not worried about it, I’ve faced Alex enough to know what to expect from him.
Kelly: Well I’m glad you’re so confident...
Adam: No, not confidence or arrogance. Just... it’s Alex... I have nothing to prove to him, or to gain from this match... but I’m not here to talk about me, you want to go to lunch or something? You could use a distraction I think.
Kelly: That sounds great, just let me finish this... ok?
[Adam nods his head quickly.]
Adam: I never asked... what are you doing anyway?
Kelly: Just signing paychecks, my hand is starting to cramp from so much damn writing.
Adam: You know they make stamps for that sorta thing.
Kelly: Yeah, but it feels more personal to me if I write them myself, Like I care about the people who work for me in some way. Oh by the way...
[Kelly reaches into a pile and pulls out an envelope, she extends it towards Adam who just glares down at the piece of paper in her hand and doesn’t look too thrilled.]
Adam: What the hell is this?
Kelly: I just told you. Pay check.
Adam: I’m your husband...
Kelly: Yeah.. what does that have to do with anything?
Adam: I don’t want you paying me like I’m one of your ***damn employees. We’re married.
Kelly: You’re still my employee.
Adam: I’m not ****ing working for you Kelly!
[Adam’s sudden outburst causes Kelly to throw her head back in shock for a brief second, she’s truly surprised at such a reaction as Adam stands up from sitting on her desk and turns his back to her to try and hide his sudden anger.]
Kelly: Adam? What is this about?
[Adam spins around, like he’s about to say something passionate, but he holds back his tongue and just shakes his head. He lowers his raised arm to make his point and stands down. He reaches down and picks up the bronze nameplate on her desk reading “Kelly Fox” and shakes his head.]
Adam: Look Kelly. Just don’t start treating me like I’m one of your employees... I’m not a ****ing employee.. keep your money.
[Adam turns around and heads towards the door, but Kelly stands from her chair and holds out her arm to try and stop him from leaving.]
Kelly: Wait.. what about lunch...
Adam: ….
[Adam just shrugs and heads out the door, we fade to black on a very confused looking Kelly sitting back down in her chair and shaking her head in disbelief.]
I don’t give a damn about this belt Alex.
You want me to show you just how little this means to me Alex? Here... it's yours you can have it, I have even saved you the trouble of going to the jeweler and having your name engraved, because I’ve already done it for you.
Read it right there Alex... I already had your named engraved on it, you want it that bad, you want this title so deeply it's right here for the taking, it's yours, just reach out and grab it Alex. If this is what you want, if this is what will set your mind at ease... it's here, and it's ready for you. Can you do it Alex? Can you beat me, can you claim this prize? If you want this Alex, then take it, rip it from my hands, throw it over your shoulder and walk around like you're immortal, parade around as if that is the Lombardi Trophy...
It’s going to be that easy any way right? You have been saying it for three years now, how you were going to destroy dethrone the King of NCW, how it was just a matter of getting inside that ring and not having a Knite screw you over. Just another day at the office, walk in, do your work and walk out right? Well then, here you go, I’ll save you the trouble of even clocking in. If you want this belt so belt so bad Alex, it’s all yours. Free of charge, no strings attached, your name is already there, your name is already written in pencil in the record books, just have to go back over it in permanent marker, no need for this ridiculous match if this is all you want, no need to stress ourselves over this hunk of tin with pretty writing on it. I’ll leave it right here and it’s free for you to just walk up and claim...
IF... all you care about is being a champion.
IF... this will bring closure to our fight.
IF... this is what you really want.
Then just have it... I don’t want it.
But this shouldn’t be about that... should it? This shouldn’t be about you wanting a national champion, should it? I said it before, this isn’t a rematch, this is for a lesser belt, this is for the Joe Everyman title, this is for something much more insignificant. However, if just winning this title is all you crave, then so be it Alex, I used to think more of you, I used to believe that you were the future of NCW, but if you want to just show the world that you are nothing but a title hunting poser, then by all means just go right ahead.
I know what you want Alex... I know what you need... but the question is. Do you?
Do you really understand what you’re fighting for?
Because I know what I’m here for... nothing. I’ve done it all Alex, it’s just another moment where I don’t need you or this match, I don’t need to go over you in any way... the only reason I’m here is because I’m contractually required to do so.... hell look at who my wife is... I don’t even need the ***damn paycheck Alex! So what makes you think I give a damn? What would possibly make you think I give a **** about this match or beating you?
You offer me nothing I want, you have nothing I need.
Not a history, not a legacy, not a championship, not even a hall of fame career..
You have nothing, but your bitter memories of what could have been, if you had just been a bit more talented.
You don’t have a single thing of substance to give, and you don’t have a single thing to offer that I haven’t seen before.
What do you have left to show me? What more could there possibly be that I haven't seen from you time and time again? Do you have any tricks waiting for the biggest show, do you have any surprises tucked away waiting for the perfect moment, or have you really just given me everything you could, only to fall short each and every time? That's not good enough for me Alex, that's not where you need to be.. “good enough”... Good enough is what caused Joe Everyman to win this belt three times and do literally **** since that moment, good enough is what causes the Cameron Corvis's and the Chuck Moss's of the world. Just being good enough, just having enough in you to get by, just being complacent instead of thriving for me.. is that what you want to be AJ? Bring me something new, bring me something exciting, show me that this isn't what you want...
You don't want this Alex, you don't need this Alex.
But if you do...
it's all yours...
and this time...
the belt already has your name on it.
You just have to take it.
