Post by Adam Knite on Oct 6, 2012 8:18:48 GMT -6
“I know you’re here somewhere Helms!”
[Adam stands in the Quebec Canada in the middle of the street, angrily inspecting every person who walks past him with a snarling look to see if they are Trent Helms possibly in disguise. He moves on and heads down the street screaming the name of “Trent Helms” the entire way, but he’s stopped by a sign written in French and stops to glare at it as his little sister Sydney walks up to him yawning.]
Sydney: *yaaawn* Will you take me home already?
Adam: I’m not leaving until I find that son of a bitch and shove my foot in his ass for what he did to Kelly... besides you don’t even have a home.
Sydney: Wow. Going “there” already huh? Thanks for reminding me that I lost everything I had to your wife... speaking of which, why did you force me to come anyway, it’s not like you need me.
Adam: I was entering Canada I wasn’t about to walk around these maple syrup sucking hosers alone and furthermore... You wouldn’t have a job if it wasn’t for me, so shut up.
Sydney: You’re so irrational when you’re angry.
Adam: You can’t even spell irrational.
[Sydney puts her hands on her hips and glares at her brother unamused at his snappiness at her and stares a hole into the back of his head.]
Sydney: Look, I’m not going to help if you keep being mean to me. a-hole.
Adam: So cute how you’re trying to threaten me when you can’t even swear like a real person...
Sydney: That’s it, I’m out... going back to the airport.
[Sydney turns around and looks like she’s about to walk down the street in the direction they came, but Adam stands up, takes her by the shoulder and turns her around, stopping her from doing so. She spins around and looks at him, highly annoyed, but Adam just glares at her confused as he looks down at her shirt.]
Sydney: What?
Adam: Why does your shirt say “Property of Simon Daye”?
Sydney: I.. don’t want to talk about it... besides, you’ll find out when my promo airs later.
Adam: What is that even supposed to mean...
[Sydney shrugs as she looks away innocently.]
Adam: Whatever... Look, I just wanted you to come along now that you aren’t an emotionless shell of a person, I’m sorry, but I’m looking for the man who attacked my wife, so excuse the rudeness.
Sydney: *sigh* Alright... what do you need me to do?
Adam: Well first... do you read Canadian? I can’t make out this nonsense.
[Adam moves his head to the side and points at a sign on the street. Sydney looks at it and cocks an eyebrow.]
Sydney: It says “Stop”... it’s a even a red octagon...
Adam: Wow, I can’t believe you know Canadian.
Sydney: It’s written in English... right under the french.
Adam: I wish I could read Canadian... I mean look at that curvy symbol that sorta snakes across the sign, what is that supposed to be... crazy ass Canadian language.
Sydney: That’s an “s.”
[Adam pays no intention, instead he sees a passer by on the sidewalk and he runs up to the poor unsuspecting man and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, almost lifting him up into the air. Adam gets in the mans face and screams out, terrorizing the poor individual as Sydney rushes over but is too late to stop the interrogation.]
Adam: Where’s Trent Helms!
Old Man: **speaks french**
Adam: Don’t play dumb with me! I know he’s around here, now where is he!?
Old Man: **more french**
Adam: Stop speaking gibberish! Speak Canadian!
[Adam begins to violently begin shaking the man briefly before Sydney grabs him by the arm and manages to get Adam to let the man down from his grasp.]
Sydney: Adam stop! He’s French, he doesn’t understand you!
Adam: We’re not in France Z, we’re in Canada! How knows where Helms is, I know it!
Sydney: We’re in Quebec.... Quebec speaks mostly French!
[Adam drops the man and turns to look at his sister.]
Adam: How would you know?
Sydney: TV.
Adam: But Helms doesn’t speak French... he barely speaks English.
Sydney: He’s not from here! He’s from Thunder Bay... Ontario.
[The man runs off as Adam lowers his head, deep in thought, he looks up at the signs and lettering on buildings written in French and shakes his head.]
Sydney: you need to get a grip... because you’re acting kinda insane right now.
Adam: I can’t... I can’t even think straight after what he did, after he attacked her. I don’t care about anything else... he didn’t strike me, he didn’t attack NCW.... he hurt the mother of my child... I’ll burn all of Canada down if that’s what it takes to get him...
Sydney: Well wouldn’t your time be better spent with her? Helms will come to you unless he wants to break that big fat contract Kelly gave him... Let him come to you.
Adam: Alright Z, you win, I’ll take you home. You know, you’re smarter than you look sometimes.
Sydney: Well I did learn from the best...
[Adam and his little sister smile as they begin heading back in the opposite direction they initially had been going.]
Sydney: … Gib.
[Adam gives her a gentle shove to the shoulder that sends her stumbling as she giggles while attempting to stay standing and we fade to black as they leave Canada behind them.]
You know what I really like about this whole idea of a bracket filled with NCW legends? That it keeps giving us matches like this. Last week it was Adam versus Falcon, a classic match for the NCW World title and now it’s Adam Knite versus AJ Phoenix, another NCW classic between a world champion and a perennial bridesmaid. Good stuff, it’s the kind of action that fans have been waiting six years to see and it’s just a shame that the fans aren’t going to get two guys completed focused on the other...
See... I don’t give a damn about Alex Jones right now, I don’t even really care about this tournament... well actually i kinda never did about that part, but that’s a different story about how I only entered so we’d have more star power but I digress. Alex Jones is about the least worry I have on my mind after I just saw a vindictive little purple haired twerp brutally attack my beautiful wife. After I watched as you almost broke her insides... Alex Jones, or at least this version of Alex Jones became completely irrelevant.
Then again, if you think about it, this version of Alex Jones, sorta already was.
Of course I’m talking about this nonsensical, entitled Alex Jones who thinks that the whole world should just be handed to him on a silver platter. The Alex Jones who thought he was going to take the National title from me simply because he was Alex Jones and had been destined to beat me three years before that. The Alex Jones that sat back and watched his wife become a more successful star than him, the Alex Jones that after beating Andrew Jacobsen did absolutely nothing of importance in this company for a year outside of some stupid little scuffle against Spike Kane.... a fight that nobody even knew what was about because it was so insignificant after about the thirtieth match between the two.
This petty, feels that he’s owed something, Alex Jones has become grating to the point of it almost being intolerable. Almost to the point that I care about this match simply because of the desire to shut his loud mouth. He claims to be a hero to the fans, he claims to be a role model to all the kids in the audience but he spends an inordinate amount of time ripping on our illustrious world champion. You would think he would be proud of the kid he tried to push to the ceiling just a year ago, you think he’d be proud of the fact that he was part of the posse that tried to the get the most out of Andrew Jacobsen... but instead... all we hear is whining and crying because jacobsen got there first.
This is why I don’t care about you AJ, this is why this historic match up between two of NCW’s very best, two of the biggest names in the business means absolutely nothing to me... because person like you, like you’ve become, isn’t worth my time when there is a Canadian “space man” running around attacking my wife with cheap shots.
A person like you isn’t worth the breath the it took to say this sentence.
A person like you’ve become isn’t worth the time it took to record this message.
A person like you are you right now... should never be considered a legend...
and sure as hell isn’t going to beat one in a tournament like this.
[Adam stands in the Quebec Canada in the middle of the street, angrily inspecting every person who walks past him with a snarling look to see if they are Trent Helms possibly in disguise. He moves on and heads down the street screaming the name of “Trent Helms” the entire way, but he’s stopped by a sign written in French and stops to glare at it as his little sister Sydney walks up to him yawning.]
Sydney: *yaaawn* Will you take me home already?
Adam: I’m not leaving until I find that son of a bitch and shove my foot in his ass for what he did to Kelly... besides you don’t even have a home.
Sydney: Wow. Going “there” already huh? Thanks for reminding me that I lost everything I had to your wife... speaking of which, why did you force me to come anyway, it’s not like you need me.
Adam: I was entering Canada I wasn’t about to walk around these maple syrup sucking hosers alone and furthermore... You wouldn’t have a job if it wasn’t for me, so shut up.
Sydney: You’re so irrational when you’re angry.
Adam: You can’t even spell irrational.
[Sydney puts her hands on her hips and glares at her brother unamused at his snappiness at her and stares a hole into the back of his head.]
Sydney: Look, I’m not going to help if you keep being mean to me. a-hole.
Adam: So cute how you’re trying to threaten me when you can’t even swear like a real person...
Sydney: That’s it, I’m out... going back to the airport.
[Sydney turns around and looks like she’s about to walk down the street in the direction they came, but Adam stands up, takes her by the shoulder and turns her around, stopping her from doing so. She spins around and looks at him, highly annoyed, but Adam just glares at her confused as he looks down at her shirt.]
Sydney: What?
Adam: Why does your shirt say “Property of Simon Daye”?
Sydney: I.. don’t want to talk about it... besides, you’ll find out when my promo airs later.
Adam: What is that even supposed to mean...
[Sydney shrugs as she looks away innocently.]
Adam: Whatever... Look, I just wanted you to come along now that you aren’t an emotionless shell of a person, I’m sorry, but I’m looking for the man who attacked my wife, so excuse the rudeness.
Sydney: *sigh* Alright... what do you need me to do?
Adam: Well first... do you read Canadian? I can’t make out this nonsense.
[Adam moves his head to the side and points at a sign on the street. Sydney looks at it and cocks an eyebrow.]
Sydney: It says “Stop”... it’s a even a red octagon...
Adam: Wow, I can’t believe you know Canadian.
Sydney: It’s written in English... right under the french.
Adam: I wish I could read Canadian... I mean look at that curvy symbol that sorta snakes across the sign, what is that supposed to be... crazy ass Canadian language.
Sydney: That’s an “s.”
[Adam pays no intention, instead he sees a passer by on the sidewalk and he runs up to the poor unsuspecting man and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, almost lifting him up into the air. Adam gets in the mans face and screams out, terrorizing the poor individual as Sydney rushes over but is too late to stop the interrogation.]
Adam: Where’s Trent Helms!
Old Man: **speaks french**
Adam: Don’t play dumb with me! I know he’s around here, now where is he!?
Old Man: **more french**
Adam: Stop speaking gibberish! Speak Canadian!
[Adam begins to violently begin shaking the man briefly before Sydney grabs him by the arm and manages to get Adam to let the man down from his grasp.]
Sydney: Adam stop! He’s French, he doesn’t understand you!
Adam: We’re not in France Z, we’re in Canada! How knows where Helms is, I know it!
Sydney: We’re in Quebec.... Quebec speaks mostly French!
[Adam drops the man and turns to look at his sister.]
Adam: How would you know?
Sydney: TV.
Adam: But Helms doesn’t speak French... he barely speaks English.
Sydney: He’s not from here! He’s from Thunder Bay... Ontario.
[The man runs off as Adam lowers his head, deep in thought, he looks up at the signs and lettering on buildings written in French and shakes his head.]
Sydney: you need to get a grip... because you’re acting kinda insane right now.
Adam: I can’t... I can’t even think straight after what he did, after he attacked her. I don’t care about anything else... he didn’t strike me, he didn’t attack NCW.... he hurt the mother of my child... I’ll burn all of Canada down if that’s what it takes to get him...
Sydney: Well wouldn’t your time be better spent with her? Helms will come to you unless he wants to break that big fat contract Kelly gave him... Let him come to you.
Adam: Alright Z, you win, I’ll take you home. You know, you’re smarter than you look sometimes.
Sydney: Well I did learn from the best...
[Adam and his little sister smile as they begin heading back in the opposite direction they initially had been going.]
Sydney: … Gib.
[Adam gives her a gentle shove to the shoulder that sends her stumbling as she giggles while attempting to stay standing and we fade to black as they leave Canada behind them.]
You know what I really like about this whole idea of a bracket filled with NCW legends? That it keeps giving us matches like this. Last week it was Adam versus Falcon, a classic match for the NCW World title and now it’s Adam Knite versus AJ Phoenix, another NCW classic between a world champion and a perennial bridesmaid. Good stuff, it’s the kind of action that fans have been waiting six years to see and it’s just a shame that the fans aren’t going to get two guys completed focused on the other...
See... I don’t give a damn about Alex Jones right now, I don’t even really care about this tournament... well actually i kinda never did about that part, but that’s a different story about how I only entered so we’d have more star power but I digress. Alex Jones is about the least worry I have on my mind after I just saw a vindictive little purple haired twerp brutally attack my beautiful wife. After I watched as you almost broke her insides... Alex Jones, or at least this version of Alex Jones became completely irrelevant.
Then again, if you think about it, this version of Alex Jones, sorta already was.
Of course I’m talking about this nonsensical, entitled Alex Jones who thinks that the whole world should just be handed to him on a silver platter. The Alex Jones who thought he was going to take the National title from me simply because he was Alex Jones and had been destined to beat me three years before that. The Alex Jones that sat back and watched his wife become a more successful star than him, the Alex Jones that after beating Andrew Jacobsen did absolutely nothing of importance in this company for a year outside of some stupid little scuffle against Spike Kane.... a fight that nobody even knew what was about because it was so insignificant after about the thirtieth match between the two.
This petty, feels that he’s owed something, Alex Jones has become grating to the point of it almost being intolerable. Almost to the point that I care about this match simply because of the desire to shut his loud mouth. He claims to be a hero to the fans, he claims to be a role model to all the kids in the audience but he spends an inordinate amount of time ripping on our illustrious world champion. You would think he would be proud of the kid he tried to push to the ceiling just a year ago, you think he’d be proud of the fact that he was part of the posse that tried to the get the most out of Andrew Jacobsen... but instead... all we hear is whining and crying because jacobsen got there first.
This is why I don’t care about you AJ, this is why this historic match up between two of NCW’s very best, two of the biggest names in the business means absolutely nothing to me... because person like you, like you’ve become, isn’t worth my time when there is a Canadian “space man” running around attacking my wife with cheap shots.
A person like you isn’t worth the breath the it took to say this sentence.
A person like you’ve become isn’t worth the time it took to record this message.
A person like you are you right now... should never be considered a legend...
and sure as hell isn’t going to beat one in a tournament like this.