Post by Adam Knite on Jul 18, 2008 22:34:49 GMT -6
..::Oh hey look... I was absolutely right about Ace.... he again found a miraculously way to repeat everything I said to him, line by line... right back at me. I'm growing bored of Ace's parrot tricks, of his moronic ramblings and incoherent gibberish. The man can repeat a few lines of a promo, he's surely something amazing to accomplish that. Why can't he just put his own thoughts into words and put a promo together that portrays his own thoughts, his own feelings and his own views, instead of just putting together a bunch of sentences and words that were already said to him? Why... because that would be too hard for him I guess.. it's always the easy way with Ace.. just like he goes the easy way of winning matches... hitting people with objects and relying on Kathy.....
Ace seemed to take great offense to me and Trent “not being reprimanded” because of our mentioning of past federations but Spike was? First off... lets get one thing clear... me and Trent... were mocking Ace and Spike... anybody with an ounce of comprehension in their head could see that, and understand that. However Ace just wants to play his victim card, just like Spike claiming that me and Trent started it... boo hoo. Second off... I happen to be close friends with Kelly... and she informed me that nobody ever said a thing to Spike about it... not the nCw brass.. nobody but Trent in a promo. It was Spike who threw his hissy fit and ran off because he couldn't take the fact that Trent called him out... yeah that sounds like a stand up guy there. Ace, if I were you I'd first stop worshiping Spike's nut juice because that's not going to get you anywhere in nCw. Secondly, before you start running your mouth, before you start spewing words from your pie hole either A: Learn more about what you're talking about, and not just start spouting out crap that makes no sense to anybody close to the situation... or B: just shut the f**k up. That would be the simple solution... and you won't look like such a brain dead idiot either.
That has been just my point with you Ace.. you don't know when to just keep your trap shut... when to stop making yourself look like you fool... you just carry on. You had no idea what happened between nCw management and Spike Kane... but you decided to go on and on about it. Why? I don't know, maybe it's just hard wired in your head that when your back is against he wall and you know you're losing, you have to come out plagerize other's work and mouth off about something you have no knowledge of. Are you that worried about me Ace, are you that scared that I will destroy the very essence of everything you hold dear, that you feel the need to play your victim card, and play one for Spike as well? Let me tell it to you straight Ace.... you won't get anywhere that way, you won't make a name for yourself by just making crap up and by repeating what others have said. You have shown to me and the world that you indeed just ride the coat tails of the ones who came before you, you can't make your own success, you just try and leech off the name of others. You leeched off the name Steve Awesome, allowing him to carry you to a tag team title, you leeched off the name of Davey Ortega even after you brutally attacked him backstage, and now you're leeching off me and trying to use me as a springboard to success. You're a p arasite Ace... one that will be exterminated soon.
Which, brings me next thought.... Ace... do you even understand what the phrase “riding coat tails” means? I really doubt you do, because your response this week was.... “I don't ride coat tails...... I'm the coat”.... seriously? You're a coat? So you get worn around and treated like an article of clothing by those who have accomplished great things in nCw?..... what? You don't understand what I'm talking about... I didn't think you would. See Ace.... the phrase “riding the coat tails” is meant to say that you are reaping the benefits of what somebody great is doing, it means that you are using their success as a means to get where you want to be instead of paving your own way. That describes you to a T. You rode with the first Empire as their whipping boy, being the lacky of Ortega and Spike. Then you rode Trent's jock in a member of the midcard uprising, and now you rode Ortega's legacy again in the Empire, leeched off JFK/Kole Kaos and are now trying to use my success as your jumping off point... see Ace.. that's what the phrase means. It refers to the person who is using somebody great as “riding their coat tails”... it doesn't mean that the person great... is a coat.... that would be moronic... use some common sense you blubbering fool.
If you wanna be a coat that's fine.... I'll just stick you in the washing machine instead of having you dry cleaned! The suds of destruction will eat away at your entire body, the spinning tumbler of doom will thrash you against her metal walls, beating you into submission and the water of death will take away your breath, then when that's over... I will take you out of that washing machine and throw you into the furnace of dryer hell! The “flames” will engulf you and scorch your soul.... you know what.... it's just easier to call you a moron because you referred to yourself as a mink coat than to keep on with these washing references.
See... lets go back to option B.... if you din't know what you're talking about, if you have no idea what something means or any knowledge of a subject slash situation.... then just shut the f*ck up. There won't be any embarrassment, there won't be any asinine comments like “i'm the coat” and there won't be any fingers pointing and laughing at you. It would be much easier for all of us. We intelligent beings who are able to put together our own rational thoughts won't have to point out how inane your notions are, and you won't have to cry yourself to sleep because the mean old bullies where picking on you. It would be a good compromise for us all.
I know you're going to take everything I said right now and just say it back to me as soon as you can... that's fine.. I'm ready for it. I'm ready for the “no Adam.. you suck” comments and I'm ready for the moronic “God and Satan are the same being” statements, I'm full prepared for the blunt force of my own words. I mean... I said the words already.. there should be no reason that I would be intimidated by somebody repeating them to me, I guess I'm just that scared of you Ace.... you're so freighting to me that my very words haunt me when spoken from your lips. The very words that had just escaped past my mouth and thrown into existence by my brain....are going to be my downfall.... oh the irony. Or wait... maybe.... they won't be.... because I said them
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.... if that's the case I must be really... really admired by Ace. He says my words back at me, he pretends to be a business man or something pulling up in a limo and wearing sunglasses one minute, but after I pop a promo on him he suddenly has a dark personality talking about the fires of hell and how God is satan... does he change his personality and his whole being just to fit the circumstances, or is it just me? That's just it... Ace wants to be one of the best, he wants to be recognized as a top nCw star.. but instead of being himself and paving his own way... he just imitates what others have done, and rides the coat tails of better men, he has proven my point... well.... really there was no other logically outcome... whenever all your saying is what the other person said first... of course you're just going to make their point again. I guess that's something Ace will never understand, and that's why no matter how hard he thrives, how hard he yearns to be me..... he never will. I've made my own way, I've toiled and bled for this business and I've seen the top of the mountain, Ace may get there some day but it won't be until after he starts cutting his own path and stops his parrot routine::..
{Our scene opens up outside the home of Adam Knite. A familiar friend who is soon identified as Willy Carter former Suspense commentator and current Collision color commentator. Willy walks to the door and knocks loud, loud enough for the camera to clearly pick up it's sound resonating. The door opens and there is Adam Knite standing before us. Adam raises one eyebrow and looks at Willy awkwardly. Willy gives the same look back... because Adam is standing there with nothing on but a towel around his waist.}
Willy Carter: Well.... this is awkward.
Adam Knite: I know... what are you doing here Willy?
Willy Carter: I was on the way through coming from nCw Tower and was told to drop this off.
{Willy raises his right arm showing a video tape.}
Adam Knite: What's that?
Willy Carter: Ace's Promo. Wanna see it?
Adam Knite: not interested.
{Adam slams the door in Willy's face.. Willy obviously looks confused so he knocks on the door again. Adam opens it again and looks annoyed at the site of Willy still standing there.}
Adam Knite: What willy?
Willy Carter: Aren't you interested, just a little in this?
Adam Knite: no.
Willy Carter: Why not?
Adam Knite: I've already seen it.
Willy Carter: How?
Adam Knite: Because I was recorded doing it a couple of days ago.
Willy Carter: huh?
{Adam shakes his head in disgust at Willy and closes the door. The camera leaves willy outside on his own and comes with Adam as he turns around and enters his house. The camera follows Adam as he walks up the stairs and into his bedroom, the camera focuses on Adam's shoulders and head as he towel drops from around his waist. Adam slips into a pair of shorts and a Dallas Cowboys T-Shirt and the camera pans back out and we get away with a PG rating. Adam sits down on the edge of the bed and the camera looks at his face as he sits there.}
Adam Knite: Ahhh Ace. So, you decided to prove to the fans that everything I said about you was the unbridled truth, when you cleary took every sentence I said and simply said them back to me.. hoe ingenious of you. I mean... I was sorta deep down hoping you would come up with something original, come up with your own work, that way I could see what you had in store for me.... but I guess that was just a pipe dream, and you are clearly incapable of being your man, of making your own way. You have to be the biggest horse ass I've ever had the displeasure of meeting... and I've met a lot of horses asses. Davey Boone.... Brandon Harwell... at least they'd admit they were jerks, you Ace seem to think your some kind of saint who commands my respect.
And what makes it worse Ace is, anybody can tell you don't care about wrestling. It's not the sport your love, it's the winning and the gold that have you enamored Ace. You're not passionate about wrestling, you're not in love with this sport, you represent everything wrong in the sports world, you're just here cashing your checks. You're love for this sport ends at and begins at cash, be it gold or green backs, that's where your loyalty lies.
See, Ace there is something you just don't understand, and no I'm not talking about plagiarism laws. I'm talking about heart. Heart is a driving force something that burns inside you and fuels your passion. You don't understand heart because you've sold yours for success. You wanted to win so bad you wanted to be a success so bad that you were willing to sell your soul and heart just for a fleeting chance to maybe get ahead. When you attacked Ortega and you framed me, that's when the world saw what you were really made of, what you were willing to do to win... and that's not a good thing. To just get me and Helms out of the tag team picture you did something like that..... instead of facing us face to face, instead of facing me you pulled underhanded tricks to get a leg up.. now that's pathetic. How about instead of hitting people with objects, instead of soling depending on Kathy to undermind her way into a match, how about you stand up for once and take on your problems head on like a true champion, because until you do that, nobody will ever see you as more than a joke and a paper champion. That is what you are Ace... wholly and completely, you're nothing more than an afterthought a phony taking the path others have already cut down, hoping to leech in on their success just because you could pull the wool over the masses eyes, to your dirty tricks... you're existence is laughable Ace, the fans know it, and all the guys in the back know it.. you're meaningless.
That's why Awesome has called you out in his promos, that's why Trent mocks you at every turn, it's because you're a sideshow act... fun for a little while but at the end of the day, you're still just the freak. Your own tag team partner can't stand you, you're “Empire” laughs at you and wrestling fans all around the world see you as nothing more than a pathetic loser, with a yapping beagle at his side.... that he calls a wife, and on top of that, you're possibly the most boring man on the planet. All this combined and that is one pathetic existence. That's why you'd love to be me, that's why with every waking moment you say to yourself “I sure wish I was Adam Knite” right now. I can without resorting to the dirty tactics, I have had some of the most beautiful women in the world, Kelly Fox is about I don't know fifty times hotter than that gutter slut of yours. So you copy my every sentence, so you take everything I say so serious, because you deep down know you wish you were me, deep down you understand that you never can. Jealousy is an ugly face to show Ace and you're wearing it loud and proud.
You can claim to have a good life all you want, you can claim that you and Kathy are so happy... that's fine, but I know what you really are Ace, a closet Adam Knite head. You want to be me, you dream of having my life. Who can blame you though. If I had to wake up every mourning of my life and see that circus freak laying next to me and then have to look at that hideous face of yours in a mirror... I'd be praying to be somebody else as well. There's no shame in dreaming big Ace, and being Adam Knite... that's something big.
Sunday, I'll prove to you and the rest of the world that you're firing the first shot against me, just like the broken condom that led to your conception, was a huge mistake.
{Adam looks into the camera and smiles... fully knowing what Ace's response will be. “No it wasn't a mistake, I knew quite well what I was doing. I fired the shot and eliminated you from the picture. It was a picture perfect setup and you just wish you could of thought of it.” **Sigh** if only Ace could just think of something witty to say other than what was already said to him. Adam lays back on the back and puts his arms behind his head to relax when suddenly the phone rings out of nowhere. Adam seems confused as to who would be calling this late, but he picks up his cell and flips it open anyway.}
Adam Knite: Hello?
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Adam Knite: Hey Kelly, what's up?
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Adam Knite: What's wrong?
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Adam Knite: Right Now? It's like almost midnight.
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Adam Knite: **laughs** Of course I'll come over. I was just trying to make you think I wasn't there for a second, you know you don't have me wrapped around your finger.
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Adam Knite: You do not. Anyways, I'm heading out the door, see you then.
{Adam closes his phone and puts it beside him on the bed, Adam curiously leans back and puts his arms behind his head and yawns. He turns his head and looks into the camera.}
Adam Knite: it's always a good idea to make them wait a little.... that way they don't think they own you or anything.
{Adam turns his head the other direction and looks at the clock on his night stand. He lifts himself up from the bed and jumps to his feet.}
Adam Knite: Well... she's waited long enough, that should show her.
{The scene quickly fades to black, but doesn't stay that way long as we are quickly taken outside nCw head quarters. Adam steps out of his truck and approaches the door and standing there is Kelly Fox.}
Kelly Fox: Alright come on in, and you didn't tell anybody right?
Adam knite: Who am I going to tell? Willy?
{Kelly blinks.}
Adam Knite: I didn't tell anybody Kel.
Kelly Fox: Ok, come on, this is important.
{Kelly ushers Adam inside the door and this time our scene does fade to black for real. We are left in the dark outside the nCw headquarters building, left to wonder what Adam and Kelly could possibly be talking about, at this hour of the night. I guess we may never know.... or will we? Heh.... Fade to black}
Ace seemed to take great offense to me and Trent “not being reprimanded” because of our mentioning of past federations but Spike was? First off... lets get one thing clear... me and Trent... were mocking Ace and Spike... anybody with an ounce of comprehension in their head could see that, and understand that. However Ace just wants to play his victim card, just like Spike claiming that me and Trent started it... boo hoo. Second off... I happen to be close friends with Kelly... and she informed me that nobody ever said a thing to Spike about it... not the nCw brass.. nobody but Trent in a promo. It was Spike who threw his hissy fit and ran off because he couldn't take the fact that Trent called him out... yeah that sounds like a stand up guy there. Ace, if I were you I'd first stop worshiping Spike's nut juice because that's not going to get you anywhere in nCw. Secondly, before you start running your mouth, before you start spewing words from your pie hole either A: Learn more about what you're talking about, and not just start spouting out crap that makes no sense to anybody close to the situation... or B: just shut the f**k up. That would be the simple solution... and you won't look like such a brain dead idiot either.
That has been just my point with you Ace.. you don't know when to just keep your trap shut... when to stop making yourself look like you fool... you just carry on. You had no idea what happened between nCw management and Spike Kane... but you decided to go on and on about it. Why? I don't know, maybe it's just hard wired in your head that when your back is against he wall and you know you're losing, you have to come out plagerize other's work and mouth off about something you have no knowledge of. Are you that worried about me Ace, are you that scared that I will destroy the very essence of everything you hold dear, that you feel the need to play your victim card, and play one for Spike as well? Let me tell it to you straight Ace.... you won't get anywhere that way, you won't make a name for yourself by just making crap up and by repeating what others have said. You have shown to me and the world that you indeed just ride the coat tails of the ones who came before you, you can't make your own success, you just try and leech off the name of others. You leeched off the name Steve Awesome, allowing him to carry you to a tag team title, you leeched off the name of Davey Ortega even after you brutally attacked him backstage, and now you're leeching off me and trying to use me as a springboard to success. You're a p arasite Ace... one that will be exterminated soon.
Which, brings me next thought.... Ace... do you even understand what the phrase “riding coat tails” means? I really doubt you do, because your response this week was.... “I don't ride coat tails...... I'm the coat”.... seriously? You're a coat? So you get worn around and treated like an article of clothing by those who have accomplished great things in nCw?..... what? You don't understand what I'm talking about... I didn't think you would. See Ace.... the phrase “riding the coat tails” is meant to say that you are reaping the benefits of what somebody great is doing, it means that you are using their success as a means to get where you want to be instead of paving your own way. That describes you to a T. You rode with the first Empire as their whipping boy, being the lacky of Ortega and Spike. Then you rode Trent's jock in a member of the midcard uprising, and now you rode Ortega's legacy again in the Empire, leeched off JFK/Kole Kaos and are now trying to use my success as your jumping off point... see Ace.. that's what the phrase means. It refers to the person who is using somebody great as “riding their coat tails”... it doesn't mean that the person great... is a coat.... that would be moronic... use some common sense you blubbering fool.
If you wanna be a coat that's fine.... I'll just stick you in the washing machine instead of having you dry cleaned! The suds of destruction will eat away at your entire body, the spinning tumbler of doom will thrash you against her metal walls, beating you into submission and the water of death will take away your breath, then when that's over... I will take you out of that washing machine and throw you into the furnace of dryer hell! The “flames” will engulf you and scorch your soul.... you know what.... it's just easier to call you a moron because you referred to yourself as a mink coat than to keep on with these washing references.
See... lets go back to option B.... if you din't know what you're talking about, if you have no idea what something means or any knowledge of a subject slash situation.... then just shut the f*ck up. There won't be any embarrassment, there won't be any asinine comments like “i'm the coat” and there won't be any fingers pointing and laughing at you. It would be much easier for all of us. We intelligent beings who are able to put together our own rational thoughts won't have to point out how inane your notions are, and you won't have to cry yourself to sleep because the mean old bullies where picking on you. It would be a good compromise for us all.
I know you're going to take everything I said right now and just say it back to me as soon as you can... that's fine.. I'm ready for it. I'm ready for the “no Adam.. you suck” comments and I'm ready for the moronic “God and Satan are the same being” statements, I'm full prepared for the blunt force of my own words. I mean... I said the words already.. there should be no reason that I would be intimidated by somebody repeating them to me, I guess I'm just that scared of you Ace.... you're so freighting to me that my very words haunt me when spoken from your lips. The very words that had just escaped past my mouth and thrown into existence by my brain....are going to be my downfall.... oh the irony. Or wait... maybe.... they won't be.... because I said them
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.... if that's the case I must be really... really admired by Ace. He says my words back at me, he pretends to be a business man or something pulling up in a limo and wearing sunglasses one minute, but after I pop a promo on him he suddenly has a dark personality talking about the fires of hell and how God is satan... does he change his personality and his whole being just to fit the circumstances, or is it just me? That's just it... Ace wants to be one of the best, he wants to be recognized as a top nCw star.. but instead of being himself and paving his own way... he just imitates what others have done, and rides the coat tails of better men, he has proven my point... well.... really there was no other logically outcome... whenever all your saying is what the other person said first... of course you're just going to make their point again. I guess that's something Ace will never understand, and that's why no matter how hard he thrives, how hard he yearns to be me..... he never will. I've made my own way, I've toiled and bled for this business and I've seen the top of the mountain, Ace may get there some day but it won't be until after he starts cutting his own path and stops his parrot routine::..
{Our scene opens up outside the home of Adam Knite. A familiar friend who is soon identified as Willy Carter former Suspense commentator and current Collision color commentator. Willy walks to the door and knocks loud, loud enough for the camera to clearly pick up it's sound resonating. The door opens and there is Adam Knite standing before us. Adam raises one eyebrow and looks at Willy awkwardly. Willy gives the same look back... because Adam is standing there with nothing on but a towel around his waist.}
Willy Carter: Well.... this is awkward.
Adam Knite: I know... what are you doing here Willy?
Willy Carter: I was on the way through coming from nCw Tower and was told to drop this off.
{Willy raises his right arm showing a video tape.}
Adam Knite: What's that?
Willy Carter: Ace's Promo. Wanna see it?
Adam Knite: not interested.
{Adam slams the door in Willy's face.. Willy obviously looks confused so he knocks on the door again. Adam opens it again and looks annoyed at the site of Willy still standing there.}
Adam Knite: What willy?
Willy Carter: Aren't you interested, just a little in this?
Adam Knite: no.
Willy Carter: Why not?
Adam Knite: I've already seen it.
Willy Carter: How?
Adam Knite: Because I was recorded doing it a couple of days ago.
Willy Carter: huh?
{Adam shakes his head in disgust at Willy and closes the door. The camera leaves willy outside on his own and comes with Adam as he turns around and enters his house. The camera follows Adam as he walks up the stairs and into his bedroom, the camera focuses on Adam's shoulders and head as he towel drops from around his waist. Adam slips into a pair of shorts and a Dallas Cowboys T-Shirt and the camera pans back out and we get away with a PG rating. Adam sits down on the edge of the bed and the camera looks at his face as he sits there.}
Adam Knite: Ahhh Ace. So, you decided to prove to the fans that everything I said about you was the unbridled truth, when you cleary took every sentence I said and simply said them back to me.. hoe ingenious of you. I mean... I was sorta deep down hoping you would come up with something original, come up with your own work, that way I could see what you had in store for me.... but I guess that was just a pipe dream, and you are clearly incapable of being your man, of making your own way. You have to be the biggest horse ass I've ever had the displeasure of meeting... and I've met a lot of horses asses. Davey Boone.... Brandon Harwell... at least they'd admit they were jerks, you Ace seem to think your some kind of saint who commands my respect.
And what makes it worse Ace is, anybody can tell you don't care about wrestling. It's not the sport your love, it's the winning and the gold that have you enamored Ace. You're not passionate about wrestling, you're not in love with this sport, you represent everything wrong in the sports world, you're just here cashing your checks. You're love for this sport ends at and begins at cash, be it gold or green backs, that's where your loyalty lies.
See, Ace there is something you just don't understand, and no I'm not talking about plagiarism laws. I'm talking about heart. Heart is a driving force something that burns inside you and fuels your passion. You don't understand heart because you've sold yours for success. You wanted to win so bad you wanted to be a success so bad that you were willing to sell your soul and heart just for a fleeting chance to maybe get ahead. When you attacked Ortega and you framed me, that's when the world saw what you were really made of, what you were willing to do to win... and that's not a good thing. To just get me and Helms out of the tag team picture you did something like that..... instead of facing us face to face, instead of facing me you pulled underhanded tricks to get a leg up.. now that's pathetic. How about instead of hitting people with objects, instead of soling depending on Kathy to undermind her way into a match, how about you stand up for once and take on your problems head on like a true champion, because until you do that, nobody will ever see you as more than a joke and a paper champion. That is what you are Ace... wholly and completely, you're nothing more than an afterthought a phony taking the path others have already cut down, hoping to leech in on their success just because you could pull the wool over the masses eyes, to your dirty tricks... you're existence is laughable Ace, the fans know it, and all the guys in the back know it.. you're meaningless.
That's why Awesome has called you out in his promos, that's why Trent mocks you at every turn, it's because you're a sideshow act... fun for a little while but at the end of the day, you're still just the freak. Your own tag team partner can't stand you, you're “Empire” laughs at you and wrestling fans all around the world see you as nothing more than a pathetic loser, with a yapping beagle at his side.... that he calls a wife, and on top of that, you're possibly the most boring man on the planet. All this combined and that is one pathetic existence. That's why you'd love to be me, that's why with every waking moment you say to yourself “I sure wish I was Adam Knite” right now. I can without resorting to the dirty tactics, I have had some of the most beautiful women in the world, Kelly Fox is about I don't know fifty times hotter than that gutter slut of yours. So you copy my every sentence, so you take everything I say so serious, because you deep down know you wish you were me, deep down you understand that you never can. Jealousy is an ugly face to show Ace and you're wearing it loud and proud.
You can claim to have a good life all you want, you can claim that you and Kathy are so happy... that's fine, but I know what you really are Ace, a closet Adam Knite head. You want to be me, you dream of having my life. Who can blame you though. If I had to wake up every mourning of my life and see that circus freak laying next to me and then have to look at that hideous face of yours in a mirror... I'd be praying to be somebody else as well. There's no shame in dreaming big Ace, and being Adam Knite... that's something big.
Sunday, I'll prove to you and the rest of the world that you're firing the first shot against me, just like the broken condom that led to your conception, was a huge mistake.
{Adam looks into the camera and smiles... fully knowing what Ace's response will be. “No it wasn't a mistake, I knew quite well what I was doing. I fired the shot and eliminated you from the picture. It was a picture perfect setup and you just wish you could of thought of it.” **Sigh** if only Ace could just think of something witty to say other than what was already said to him. Adam lays back on the back and puts his arms behind his head to relax when suddenly the phone rings out of nowhere. Adam seems confused as to who would be calling this late, but he picks up his cell and flips it open anyway.}
Adam Knite: Hello?
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Adam Knite: Hey Kelly, what's up?
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Adam Knite: What's wrong?
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Adam Knite: Right Now? It's like almost midnight.
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Adam Knite: **laughs** Of course I'll come over. I was just trying to make you think I wasn't there for a second, you know you don't have me wrapped around your finger.
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Adam Knite: You do not. Anyways, I'm heading out the door, see you then.
{Adam closes his phone and puts it beside him on the bed, Adam curiously leans back and puts his arms behind his head and yawns. He turns his head and looks into the camera.}
Adam Knite: it's always a good idea to make them wait a little.... that way they don't think they own you or anything.
{Adam turns his head the other direction and looks at the clock on his night stand. He lifts himself up from the bed and jumps to his feet.}
Adam Knite: Well... she's waited long enough, that should show her.
{The scene quickly fades to black, but doesn't stay that way long as we are quickly taken outside nCw head quarters. Adam steps out of his truck and approaches the door and standing there is Kelly Fox.}
Kelly Fox: Alright come on in, and you didn't tell anybody right?
Adam knite: Who am I going to tell? Willy?
{Kelly blinks.}
Adam Knite: I didn't tell anybody Kel.
Kelly Fox: Ok, come on, this is important.
{Kelly ushers Adam inside the door and this time our scene does fade to black for real. We are left in the dark outside the nCw headquarters building, left to wonder what Adam and Kelly could possibly be talking about, at this hour of the night. I guess we may never know.... or will we? Heh.... Fade to black}