Post by Adam Knite on Jun 16, 2012 22:36:12 GMT -6
So I see you said a few things AJ...
**yawn** I slammed the mute button after the first minute of it.
Yeah, I don't care.
Do you really, for a second, believe that anything you could possibly say would sway my opinion, would convince me to start believing your point of view. It doesn't matter what you just rambled on about for fifteen minutes, it doesn't mean a single thing to me. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Your babbling, your whining, you're little hissyfit even, won't make me care about you in the slightest here. Everything I said to you was the truth, everything I brought to your attention was 100 percent correct, if you want to open your eyes and see what I'm saying is true, fine... if not... then so be it. It'll be your head in the sand, not mine, it'll be your eyes sewn shut, not mine. You can do whatever you like, but after we have another match, and you go home a broken man yet again.... you won't have anybody to blame this time but yourself.
No more blaming me, no more blaming Zelda, it will all fall on your shoulders which is what I was attempting to make you see before. Nobody screwed you Alex, nobody took anything from you, I didn't, Zelda didn't, what happened was that you weren't good enough. You didn't have what it took. It's that simple, nobody you can point your finger at can take credit for what you did to yourself, for what you just weren't able to accomplish. I'm not trying to tell you that you're not good enough, I'm not trying to say that you'll never be good enough, what I'm seeing is right then at that moment you weren't good enough and everybody knew it. You weren't World champion material, otherwise you'd have walked out of our original Reborn as the champion, when you took on Kyle and Velez, if you were ready for the belt you wouldn't have let a 100 pound girl stop you.
But...
That's always your story isn't it Alex?It's always somebody else's fault. Never do you stand up and just think for a minute that it might just be that YOU didn't have what it took, that you let yourself down. No it is always what somebody else did to you, it's always what outside forced that you couldn't control that screwed you. Maybe you should stop putting all the blame on the Knite family and realize that you just didn't have what it took, you just weren't a champion.... put down the strawberry-kiwi wine cooler and man the **** up Alex, if you want to be a legend in NCW, if you want to stand at the top of the mountain and listen to the screaming voices of the people below chanting your name, then you are going to have to quit the whining and... MAN... UP.
The bed you are currently laying in Alex is the one you made for yourself, it's the path that you blazed for yourself.
What I'm trying to say here, basically Alex, is that this match, this fight, this belt is meaningless not only to me, but it should be to you as well. This isn't going to redeem you for all your past failures, this isn't going to make up for the World titles that you've lost because of me and my sister. It isn't some golden ticket that is going to make all your problems go away, the knitemares (excuse my pun) the restless knites (dammit I did it again) and the torment that you feel deep inside your gut is still going to be there... is a match where I have openly come out and dared you to take the belt from me going to fix all your problems? Is winning a second tier championship that your opponent already engraved your name upon the faceplate, really going to cure your career of all the little **** that continues to drive you crazy in retrospect?
No.
None of that is going to help you, none of that is going to absolve what you've done, it's going to mean nothing and you're still going to have that big empty voice inside of you after the night is through. I'm sorry Alex, but it's just not going to happen the way you plan, even if you manage to pin my shoulders to the mat. I'm sorry, even if I lose, I'm still walking out as the King of NCW, I'm still holding my head up high, and I'm still going to continue to believe that I'm better than you. Beating me once out of the ten times we faced off against each other, isn't impressive, winning a lesser championship that I didn't really care about outside of getting to be called a Triple Crow winner, isn't worth the hassle you're making it out to be. I'm sorry over a lot of things that I can't change for you Jones, it must suck knowing that you'll always and forever be a footnote in my career, it must suck knowing that you were never good enough to hang with me inside that ring, it must suck knowing that you never had what it took to be NCW champion on those nights, but that's how life works.
My fate however was always to be here Alex, be at the top of this company. I'll tell you what will help you sleep at night... stop dwelling on it. It was your chance to shine and you blew it, you failed miserably... that's just how it has to be. For me to be where I am, and for you to be where you're at, one of us on that night had to fall, one of us had to rocket our career into the stars... and I just made sure I was the one doing the latter. Nothing more, nothing less. I tried to get you to kill my Revolution so many times... but you couldn't. I tried to get you to stand up and take this company's reigns so many times... but you couldn't.
I've given up on you.
I no longer believe in Alex Jones.
I no longer have any hope of ever seeing your name on the NCW championship.
You stood idle while your wife did everything you couldn't, you crawled up into the shadows and hid while everybody passed you by and held onto those two moments, crying about how you were robbed and how it wasn't your fault. I've lost all respect for that man that you were, I've lost all desire to see you prevail... you're nothing anymore, you're just another face in the crowd. You're not the future of NCW, you're not a legacy in waiting... you're Alex Jones... just another guy. Another face in the crowd with high hopes and ambitions without the drive to make them come true.
It's just who you've become Alex, it's just the person you are right now today, you're happy with thinking this match means more than the National title, you're happy believing this match is more than just some midcard matchup on any PPV out there. I'm not. I'm not going to call this match more than what it is on the surface... a National title match against two opponents who have faced off many times over the past four years, a National title match that means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. It's not that important for either of our careers, the only difference is that I'm able to accept that.
While you're still holding onto the past.
Get over it...
And deal with it,
Because it's never changing.
[Adam walks into the backdoor of the arena this week for Reborn, he has the National title slung over his shoulder and the camera zooms in closely to catch the “Alex Jones” that has been engraved on the nameplate of the belt, and then watches as Adam stands at the door holding it open, as Kelly walks in with her bags strap slanting across her chest, she stops and glares at Adam briefly as he motions his hands to say “after you”.]
Kelly: Thanks.
Adam: **nods**
[Kelly shakes her head and continues on her way and Adam follows, they walk to her office and Kelly walks in and pulls her bag off her back and sits it down on a chair as Adam throws his stuff into the corner and Kelly heads towards her where her desk is set up.]
Adam: Would you like some coffee... two creams one sugar?
Kelly: I don't drink coffee... you know this. What is with you today?
Adam: Then could I offer you a beverage of any kind? Maybe the daily paper, perhaps a hot towel.
Kelly: Uhh... What in the hell are you doing? Would you stop?
Adam: Yes ma'am, if that's what you want ma'am.
[Kelly's face is starting to get red now as she glares at her husband. She brushes the pink strip of her hair out of her face and pierces Adam with her eyes, Adam smiles at her like a jackass and it only makes Kelly steam some more.]
Adam: Oh... Kelly you're looking a little flushed... is it hot in here, feeling sick? Let me go get you a moist cold towel to cool down with.
[That just makes her go a brighter shade of red as she grabs Adam's arm and forces him from leaving. He turns around and looks down at her smiling from ear to ear.]
Kelly: Stop. It.
Adam: Stop. What?
Kelly: Acting like this! I'm not dumb Adam, stop pretending like you're my butler or some ****.
Adam: I'm sorry... I thought I was just being a good employee.
Kelly: PLEASE. You're not my employee, you're fired, there you happy!? Come on Adam, cut it out!
Adam: You said it yourself Kelly! I'm an employee to you. How do you want me to act, apparently I just make you money now? You can't even go by my last name anymore because now you own NCW, and I'm just left out in the cold!?
Kelly: What do you want me to say? You're the one who nearly killed my father, you're the one who wanted this, and I've stayed with you because I love you, now you want to throw a hissyfit after you're little Hierarchy group changed their minds and tried to get me out of power and failed!?
Adam: I'm going to go get dressed... got a match to get ready for later.
[Adam goes and grabs his bag from the corner and looks to head out of the door. Kelly stops him.]
Kelly: Where are you going? Why don't you just stay in here?
Adam: I'm going too the locker rooms, with all your other wrestlers. There's not difference between us and them... right?
Kelly: Adam stop! We're married, I love you but I don't know what you want...
Adam: I want us to be equals, like we were.
Kelly: You want me to give up NCW?
Adam: No.
[Kelly looks at him confused for a brief moment before it finally hits her and her face quickly shifts from confusion to indifference as she just stares back at Adam. Adam shrugs his shoulders.]
Adam: That's what I figured... us lowly citizens are too good for the almighty “Fox Family”. I never thought I'd see the day where you acted like I was beneath you, and yet here we are.
Kelly: Adam, I'm not... we're married, what's mine is yours and what's yours mine, straight down the middle.
Adam: Then why don't I have any say in what goes on around here? Then why are you writing checks to me as if I was nothing more than Joe Everyman?
Kelly: What do you want me to do? I... I'm just trying to keep up good appearances, a Fox is still in charge, showing that I'm independent and unbiased..... I'm just trying to make this work, what do you want?
Adam: I want to be your partner.... I want to do this together instead of you doing everything and leaving me out. That's what I want. I don't want to be on your payroll.
Kelly: Adam, I don't know if I can....
Adam: That's what I figured... I'm going to go get ready for my match. See you after the show Ms. Fox.
[Adam nods his head politely at Kelly before he turns and heads out the door, Kelly wants to stop him but she's stunned, standing there in shock as he heads downt he hallways of the arena and disappears. We fade to black as Kelly falls back into her chair and puts her face into her hands.]
There's nothing left to say Alex. It's going to be me and you again. One more time. The match you've been waiting for, for so long. Will this finally be the moment? Will this finally be your retribution? How fitting would that be? You finally erase those demons and do so on the very show where they began three years prier. They'd write stories for years about it Alex, they'd sing your tale for a long time, how you finally overcame a Knite, how you finally defeated Adam Knite on the anniversary of the night he screwed you out of NCW's most precious prize.
Good luck with that.
No really. I do.
Like I said, if that's what is going to make you happy, make you feel better about yourself, then good luck. I'm not saying I hope you beat me, and I'm not saying I hope you take my belt, what I'm saying is... “good luck” and nothing more. Just make sure that you don't take this as a forgone conclusion that I'm throwing in the towel. Because it's far from it. I don't care about this match, I don't care about you, I don't care about losing, and I really don't give too much over this National title... I'm only concerned about winning, about having my arm raised. There is no reason to screw you this time, there is no reason for mind games, no reason to prove to you that I control everything in NCW, like I did before.
It's just going to be me and you.
It's just going to be one more match.
Can you do it this time?
Can you finally beat me?
So here's good luck to you, Alex,
I'm giving you my best wishes...
because you're going to need a lot more than that.[/i]
**yawn** I slammed the mute button after the first minute of it.
Yeah, I don't care.
Do you really, for a second, believe that anything you could possibly say would sway my opinion, would convince me to start believing your point of view. It doesn't matter what you just rambled on about for fifteen minutes, it doesn't mean a single thing to me. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Your babbling, your whining, you're little hissyfit even, won't make me care about you in the slightest here. Everything I said to you was the truth, everything I brought to your attention was 100 percent correct, if you want to open your eyes and see what I'm saying is true, fine... if not... then so be it. It'll be your head in the sand, not mine, it'll be your eyes sewn shut, not mine. You can do whatever you like, but after we have another match, and you go home a broken man yet again.... you won't have anybody to blame this time but yourself.
No more blaming me, no more blaming Zelda, it will all fall on your shoulders which is what I was attempting to make you see before. Nobody screwed you Alex, nobody took anything from you, I didn't, Zelda didn't, what happened was that you weren't good enough. You didn't have what it took. It's that simple, nobody you can point your finger at can take credit for what you did to yourself, for what you just weren't able to accomplish. I'm not trying to tell you that you're not good enough, I'm not trying to say that you'll never be good enough, what I'm seeing is right then at that moment you weren't good enough and everybody knew it. You weren't World champion material, otherwise you'd have walked out of our original Reborn as the champion, when you took on Kyle and Velez, if you were ready for the belt you wouldn't have let a 100 pound girl stop you.
But...
That's always your story isn't it Alex?It's always somebody else's fault. Never do you stand up and just think for a minute that it might just be that YOU didn't have what it took, that you let yourself down. No it is always what somebody else did to you, it's always what outside forced that you couldn't control that screwed you. Maybe you should stop putting all the blame on the Knite family and realize that you just didn't have what it took, you just weren't a champion.... put down the strawberry-kiwi wine cooler and man the **** up Alex, if you want to be a legend in NCW, if you want to stand at the top of the mountain and listen to the screaming voices of the people below chanting your name, then you are going to have to quit the whining and... MAN... UP.
The bed you are currently laying in Alex is the one you made for yourself, it's the path that you blazed for yourself.
What I'm trying to say here, basically Alex, is that this match, this fight, this belt is meaningless not only to me, but it should be to you as well. This isn't going to redeem you for all your past failures, this isn't going to make up for the World titles that you've lost because of me and my sister. It isn't some golden ticket that is going to make all your problems go away, the knitemares (excuse my pun) the restless knites (dammit I did it again) and the torment that you feel deep inside your gut is still going to be there... is a match where I have openly come out and dared you to take the belt from me going to fix all your problems? Is winning a second tier championship that your opponent already engraved your name upon the faceplate, really going to cure your career of all the little **** that continues to drive you crazy in retrospect?
No.
None of that is going to help you, none of that is going to absolve what you've done, it's going to mean nothing and you're still going to have that big empty voice inside of you after the night is through. I'm sorry Alex, but it's just not going to happen the way you plan, even if you manage to pin my shoulders to the mat. I'm sorry, even if I lose, I'm still walking out as the King of NCW, I'm still holding my head up high, and I'm still going to continue to believe that I'm better than you. Beating me once out of the ten times we faced off against each other, isn't impressive, winning a lesser championship that I didn't really care about outside of getting to be called a Triple Crow winner, isn't worth the hassle you're making it out to be. I'm sorry over a lot of things that I can't change for you Jones, it must suck knowing that you'll always and forever be a footnote in my career, it must suck knowing that you were never good enough to hang with me inside that ring, it must suck knowing that you never had what it took to be NCW champion on those nights, but that's how life works.
My fate however was always to be here Alex, be at the top of this company. I'll tell you what will help you sleep at night... stop dwelling on it. It was your chance to shine and you blew it, you failed miserably... that's just how it has to be. For me to be where I am, and for you to be where you're at, one of us on that night had to fall, one of us had to rocket our career into the stars... and I just made sure I was the one doing the latter. Nothing more, nothing less. I tried to get you to kill my Revolution so many times... but you couldn't. I tried to get you to stand up and take this company's reigns so many times... but you couldn't.
I've given up on you.
I no longer believe in Alex Jones.
I no longer have any hope of ever seeing your name on the NCW championship.
You stood idle while your wife did everything you couldn't, you crawled up into the shadows and hid while everybody passed you by and held onto those two moments, crying about how you were robbed and how it wasn't your fault. I've lost all respect for that man that you were, I've lost all desire to see you prevail... you're nothing anymore, you're just another face in the crowd. You're not the future of NCW, you're not a legacy in waiting... you're Alex Jones... just another guy. Another face in the crowd with high hopes and ambitions without the drive to make them come true.
It's just who you've become Alex, it's just the person you are right now today, you're happy with thinking this match means more than the National title, you're happy believing this match is more than just some midcard matchup on any PPV out there. I'm not. I'm not going to call this match more than what it is on the surface... a National title match against two opponents who have faced off many times over the past four years, a National title match that means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. It's not that important for either of our careers, the only difference is that I'm able to accept that.
While you're still holding onto the past.
Get over it...
And deal with it,
Because it's never changing.
[Adam walks into the backdoor of the arena this week for Reborn, he has the National title slung over his shoulder and the camera zooms in closely to catch the “Alex Jones” that has been engraved on the nameplate of the belt, and then watches as Adam stands at the door holding it open, as Kelly walks in with her bags strap slanting across her chest, she stops and glares at Adam briefly as he motions his hands to say “after you”.]
Kelly: Thanks.
Adam: **nods**
[Kelly shakes her head and continues on her way and Adam follows, they walk to her office and Kelly walks in and pulls her bag off her back and sits it down on a chair as Adam throws his stuff into the corner and Kelly heads towards her where her desk is set up.]
Adam: Would you like some coffee... two creams one sugar?
Kelly: I don't drink coffee... you know this. What is with you today?
Adam: Then could I offer you a beverage of any kind? Maybe the daily paper, perhaps a hot towel.
Kelly: Uhh... What in the hell are you doing? Would you stop?
Adam: Yes ma'am, if that's what you want ma'am.
[Kelly's face is starting to get red now as she glares at her husband. She brushes the pink strip of her hair out of her face and pierces Adam with her eyes, Adam smiles at her like a jackass and it only makes Kelly steam some more.]
Adam: Oh... Kelly you're looking a little flushed... is it hot in here, feeling sick? Let me go get you a moist cold towel to cool down with.
[That just makes her go a brighter shade of red as she grabs Adam's arm and forces him from leaving. He turns around and looks down at her smiling from ear to ear.]
Kelly: Stop. It.
Adam: Stop. What?
Kelly: Acting like this! I'm not dumb Adam, stop pretending like you're my butler or some ****.
Adam: I'm sorry... I thought I was just being a good employee.
Kelly: PLEASE. You're not my employee, you're fired, there you happy!? Come on Adam, cut it out!
Adam: You said it yourself Kelly! I'm an employee to you. How do you want me to act, apparently I just make you money now? You can't even go by my last name anymore because now you own NCW, and I'm just left out in the cold!?
Kelly: What do you want me to say? You're the one who nearly killed my father, you're the one who wanted this, and I've stayed with you because I love you, now you want to throw a hissyfit after you're little Hierarchy group changed their minds and tried to get me out of power and failed!?
Adam: I'm going to go get dressed... got a match to get ready for later.
[Adam goes and grabs his bag from the corner and looks to head out of the door. Kelly stops him.]
Kelly: Where are you going? Why don't you just stay in here?
Adam: I'm going too the locker rooms, with all your other wrestlers. There's not difference between us and them... right?
Kelly: Adam stop! We're married, I love you but I don't know what you want...
Adam: I want us to be equals, like we were.
Kelly: You want me to give up NCW?
Adam: No.
[Kelly looks at him confused for a brief moment before it finally hits her and her face quickly shifts from confusion to indifference as she just stares back at Adam. Adam shrugs his shoulders.]
Adam: That's what I figured... us lowly citizens are too good for the almighty “Fox Family”. I never thought I'd see the day where you acted like I was beneath you, and yet here we are.
Kelly: Adam, I'm not... we're married, what's mine is yours and what's yours mine, straight down the middle.
Adam: Then why don't I have any say in what goes on around here? Then why are you writing checks to me as if I was nothing more than Joe Everyman?
Kelly: What do you want me to do? I... I'm just trying to keep up good appearances, a Fox is still in charge, showing that I'm independent and unbiased..... I'm just trying to make this work, what do you want?
Adam: I want to be your partner.... I want to do this together instead of you doing everything and leaving me out. That's what I want. I don't want to be on your payroll.
Kelly: Adam, I don't know if I can....
Adam: That's what I figured... I'm going to go get ready for my match. See you after the show Ms. Fox.
[Adam nods his head politely at Kelly before he turns and heads out the door, Kelly wants to stop him but she's stunned, standing there in shock as he heads downt he hallways of the arena and disappears. We fade to black as Kelly falls back into her chair and puts her face into her hands.]
There's nothing left to say Alex. It's going to be me and you again. One more time. The match you've been waiting for, for so long. Will this finally be the moment? Will this finally be your retribution? How fitting would that be? You finally erase those demons and do so on the very show where they began three years prier. They'd write stories for years about it Alex, they'd sing your tale for a long time, how you finally overcame a Knite, how you finally defeated Adam Knite on the anniversary of the night he screwed you out of NCW's most precious prize.
Good luck with that.
No really. I do.
Like I said, if that's what is going to make you happy, make you feel better about yourself, then good luck. I'm not saying I hope you beat me, and I'm not saying I hope you take my belt, what I'm saying is... “good luck” and nothing more. Just make sure that you don't take this as a forgone conclusion that I'm throwing in the towel. Because it's far from it. I don't care about this match, I don't care about you, I don't care about losing, and I really don't give too much over this National title... I'm only concerned about winning, about having my arm raised. There is no reason to screw you this time, there is no reason for mind games, no reason to prove to you that I control everything in NCW, like I did before.
It's just going to be me and you.
It's just going to be one more match.
Can you do it this time?
Can you finally beat me?
So here's good luck to you, Alex,
I'm giving you my best wishes...
because you're going to need a lot more than that.[/i]
