Post by Adam Knite on Jan 5, 2009 11:35:12 GMT -6
{Our scene opens up faintly showing the image of Adam Knite, standing in a dark room surrounded by what appears to be hundreds of lit candles. In one hand Adam has a thin leather strap. Adam looks down at the floor solemly as he begins to speak, never raising his eyes to peer into the on looking camera}
Here I am Trent... finally we come face to face... nose to nose. Finally we will stand on opposite sides of that ring.... as enemies. You've never seen this side of me Trent... you've never seen what I do to people I don't like. You think I'm going to be the same person who trusted you all those months ago.. who believed you wouldn't cheat to steal a victory from my graps? I'm not that ignorant now Trent.... I've grown sense then... I've learned sense then... and now that you've turned your back on me yet again, the night of your downfall is upon you.
Keep telling yourself the lies that bathe you in warmth during the night, keep whispering the untruths in the ears of all that will listen. Please by all means make me in the sacrificial lamb ... spill my blood on the alter and bask in the glory that comes with it.
The truth is, we are fighting for the same cause, no matter how you love to deny it. We both want nCw to stand up against the Revolution, we both want nCw to strike me down... we love nCw. We always have, even when Davey Boone was running around here controlling things taking up the entire card with countless retirement segments.... we still loved nCw.. we still bled nCw.
Now you walk around talking as if you are only doing this because of me? You only care about getting back at Adam Knite.. can't you open your feeble little eyes and tell that kind of thinking is exactly what the Revolution is trying to defeat?! We are so tired of this "me me me me" attitude everybody around here carries. Look at Philip Burns... carrying around a title that he desperatly keeps trying to change... instead of feeling joy and pleasure from being a champion all he can think about is what the title will brand him. His eyes are shut to the truth... that being an Xtreme wrestler is no disgrace... it's an honor. He just wants his instant gratification instead of having to work his way up the ladder.
The simple fact of the matter is that the Revolution is trying to bring the best out of everybody, we're trying to force the wankers backstage to live up to their potential instead of glossing it over and trying to rise to the summitt with smoke and mirrors.
And you Trent? You're the biggest magacian of them all. You pulled the wool over everybody's eyes. Making the poor fans believe in you... making them cheer for you... scream your name. While the whole time... you bellowed that the only thing you cared about was yourself. Give these fans what they want Helms... quit acting like a child dreaming of little green men, quit pretending to be some Vin Diesel super cool anti-hero... because that's not what you are, you and I both know that. You can lie to the fans, you can lie to the camera, you can lie till you turn purple. You can look in my eyes right now, because I know the truth, I know who you are Trent... and I know that you're fighting me for a reason.
You want to be the one that destroys the Revolution, because you want all the praise. You want the glory all to yourself, just like Spike, you refuse to share the spotlight with anyone or anything. This will be your downfall Trent.. your attachments to the material world will destroy you. Cutting those strings will not bring me joy Trent.. because I thought you were the one who would rally nCw, I thought you could be their lighthouse piercing the fog... but apparently all you can be is an example... an example on how not to conduct your business.
Trent, I beg of you... stand up and fight for a purpose other than yourself. Stand up and take me on because of your love for nCw.. not for your love of the spotlight. Please Trent.. make me your whipping boy... take that leather strap and strike me until nCw is free from my tyranny, beat me to within an inch of my life and set her free Helms.
{Adam brings the strap back and violently throwing it over his shoulder, striking it against his exposed back, until he falls to his hands and knees in pain. Writhing on the floor Adam looks up before addressing the camera again.}
Trent make me the whipping boy, turn me into the scape goat and rally the nCw troops against us, it's the only way you can prevail. I'm begging you Trent... don't take me on because I cost you you're world title.. don't face me because you want revenge, if you do... I'll have to rip you apart, piece by piece. The Revolution.. we can not fade into the darkness, we can not go quitly into the night, that will accomplish nothing but spoil the tit bags backstage even more. You have to stand up to us in the name of a cause, otherwise you will perish.
Helms... Sunday at Metamorphosis, we will finally come face to face, so make sure to not let me down... but more importantly Trent, don't let nCw down. Open your eyes and see the light.... fight for the greater good.
{With that the scene fades away into nothing.}
Here I am Trent... finally we come face to face... nose to nose. Finally we will stand on opposite sides of that ring.... as enemies. You've never seen this side of me Trent... you've never seen what I do to people I don't like. You think I'm going to be the same person who trusted you all those months ago.. who believed you wouldn't cheat to steal a victory from my graps? I'm not that ignorant now Trent.... I've grown sense then... I've learned sense then... and now that you've turned your back on me yet again, the night of your downfall is upon you.
Keep telling yourself the lies that bathe you in warmth during the night, keep whispering the untruths in the ears of all that will listen. Please by all means make me in the sacrificial lamb ... spill my blood on the alter and bask in the glory that comes with it.
The truth is, we are fighting for the same cause, no matter how you love to deny it. We both want nCw to stand up against the Revolution, we both want nCw to strike me down... we love nCw. We always have, even when Davey Boone was running around here controlling things taking up the entire card with countless retirement segments.... we still loved nCw.. we still bled nCw.
Now you walk around talking as if you are only doing this because of me? You only care about getting back at Adam Knite.. can't you open your feeble little eyes and tell that kind of thinking is exactly what the Revolution is trying to defeat?! We are so tired of this "me me me me" attitude everybody around here carries. Look at Philip Burns... carrying around a title that he desperatly keeps trying to change... instead of feeling joy and pleasure from being a champion all he can think about is what the title will brand him. His eyes are shut to the truth... that being an Xtreme wrestler is no disgrace... it's an honor. He just wants his instant gratification instead of having to work his way up the ladder.
The simple fact of the matter is that the Revolution is trying to bring the best out of everybody, we're trying to force the wankers backstage to live up to their potential instead of glossing it over and trying to rise to the summitt with smoke and mirrors.
And you Trent? You're the biggest magacian of them all. You pulled the wool over everybody's eyes. Making the poor fans believe in you... making them cheer for you... scream your name. While the whole time... you bellowed that the only thing you cared about was yourself. Give these fans what they want Helms... quit acting like a child dreaming of little green men, quit pretending to be some Vin Diesel super cool anti-hero... because that's not what you are, you and I both know that. You can lie to the fans, you can lie to the camera, you can lie till you turn purple. You can look in my eyes right now, because I know the truth, I know who you are Trent... and I know that you're fighting me for a reason.
You want to be the one that destroys the Revolution, because you want all the praise. You want the glory all to yourself, just like Spike, you refuse to share the spotlight with anyone or anything. This will be your downfall Trent.. your attachments to the material world will destroy you. Cutting those strings will not bring me joy Trent.. because I thought you were the one who would rally nCw, I thought you could be their lighthouse piercing the fog... but apparently all you can be is an example... an example on how not to conduct your business.
Trent, I beg of you... stand up and fight for a purpose other than yourself. Stand up and take me on because of your love for nCw.. not for your love of the spotlight. Please Trent.. make me your whipping boy... take that leather strap and strike me until nCw is free from my tyranny, beat me to within an inch of my life and set her free Helms.
{Adam brings the strap back and violently throwing it over his shoulder, striking it against his exposed back, until he falls to his hands and knees in pain. Writhing on the floor Adam looks up before addressing the camera again.}
Trent make me the whipping boy, turn me into the scape goat and rally the nCw troops against us, it's the only way you can prevail. I'm begging you Trent... don't take me on because I cost you you're world title.. don't face me because you want revenge, if you do... I'll have to rip you apart, piece by piece. The Revolution.. we can not fade into the darkness, we can not go quitly into the night, that will accomplish nothing but spoil the tit bags backstage even more. You have to stand up to us in the name of a cause, otherwise you will perish.
Helms... Sunday at Metamorphosis, we will finally come face to face, so make sure to not let me down... but more importantly Trent, don't let nCw down. Open your eyes and see the light.... fight for the greater good.
{With that the scene fades away into nothing.}