Post by Gib on Jan 8, 2009 15:32:03 GMT -6
(This past week, the illusion ended.)
(How long did he expect it to last? How long could he fool everyone?)
(Attaining a perfect 10 win record in a federation where some of the best stars from other promotions can barely get a win is a feat that could never be attained by an untrained hobo from the streets and Adam Knite finally figured it out, he finally put the puzzle together. Now what will occur next no one knows.)
(The question for the general mind going into this weekend remains the same, who is Homeless Harold, and why does he hide under a mask)
(Scene opens to a wrestling match, in a federation you only vaguely remember. On the mat only the name Evolution appears. You see a man standing in the ring, his face a shadow, his visage a blur. He bounces from one foot to the other)
And his opponent, “The Raptor” Adam Knite…
(A very young Adam Knite walks to the ring, the camera goes back to the ring, the man’s face still in shadows)
(The match fast forwards, and the two men are standing toe to toe with one another, Adam Knite swings and missed, his body turning around. The other man whose face has yet to be revealed gets catches Adam Knite from behind, nailing a picture perfect German suplex with a bridge. The ref counts three and Adam Knite kicks out, but just too late.)
(We see pictures of some of the best wrestlers you remember wrestling with the man whose face is covered by a shadow. The Punisher, Davey Boone, Chris Cruise, Sexy Jason and many other famous faces appear, all wrestling a man with a shadow covering his face. The camera starts to pain away, and then we see Homeless Harold sitting on his bench in the locker room. He has his head in his hands and is still wearing his wrestling gear. He breathe is short and shallow. His mask covers his face now.)
I guess the charade is over huh…
(He raises his head to look into the camera)
No, I am not a bum; I am not someone that lives on the streets. That character I created was all for one reason and one reason only. To get back in the ring again, to do the only thing that I have ever done well and eventually to get revenge on the one man I can’t stand, who now holds my destiny in his hands…
(He stands up, but his stance is a slouch, his confidence nearly destroyed)
I just wish I knew how Knite found out, how he knew that I was who I am. I have fought Adam many times in my career and maybe, just maybe he figured it out when I tried to choke the life out of him maybe he recognized the power of my grip, perhaps he recognized me when he looked in my eyes, and saw a hatred that has no parallel. Like the assassin that you are it seems to me that you have waited until you needed my services the most to take advantage of your newfound knowledge.
And what can I do? If everyone finds out who I am then I will forever be shamed, forced to give my identity before I am ready, before I was able to pull myself from the ground would be the ultimate humiliation. If I don’t go after Burns next week that is the fate that truly awaits me. What choice do I have? You have played your hand and played it well Mr. Knite. You now have, what I believe is a very dangerous hired gun. No longer will I protect the resistance with my mixture of good looks and reckless abandon. No longer will I run the members of your Age of the Revolution away tucking their tails after facing someone that so far exceeded them someone that defeated them so handily that they weren’t able to wrestle another day.
And Philip Burns, a person who I truly respect and admire is the first person I have to go through. I have no desire for your title Philip; I have no desire for your blood. I do not wish to engage in a war with you spreading your precious fluid all over the ring and arena. But this is what I must, for the sake of myself, do. So, before we go into this battle Philip, for the title you so wish to have understand that in my heart, and in my soul I am still a member of the resistance, and I still appreciate the things you, Nelly, Spike and the others did for me. But also understand that my hand is forced here. Unfortunately I chose one of the most cerebral wrestlers in the business to be my biggest rival, and I am sure he relishes the thought of having me under his control.
To the nCw, I am sorry for having lied so long, I am sorry I had to spin a web of deceit to enter your ranks. I wouldn’t have been welcomed any other way, and I needed more then anything to wrestle. I am also sorry for the future. I apologize in advance for the destruction I am going to cause in my capable hands. You all need to understand now, that I am a very dangerous man. I am a man that has been in this business longer then most of you and know most all of the tricks and I use them all. As Homeless Harold I put on that I knew only the most rudimentary power moves, but be advised and to you directly Mr. Burns, be forewarned that my repertoire is quite extensive. I was capable of many things and hurt many people when I was acting like I didn’t know what I was doing, now that I am not playing anymore, and now that I am protecting my identity what I will do is much, much more scary. I am talking Cher without makeup scary.
Chris… I know you are an amazing athlete and a magnificent performer, and in a perfect utopian society you and I would never have to face off. Hell, even in this imperfect disjointed world we made it quite awhile. See, I always saw a little of myself in you, a cocky young superstar who struggled for a long time to finally come into his own. You have held your title with such enthusiasm and have truly defeated all comers. Your streak of victories over the past few months has been incredibly impressive and I have enjoyed fighting by your side.
However, I am nearly sure that it once was said that all good things must, for the time being come to an end. And the end is now.
I promise Burns, I am not here to hurt you; I am not here to destroy you. I am simply trying to get the win. I will not bash your face with a chair repeatedly or set you on fire. I will not powerbomb you onto a table over a pit of piranhas with an electrical cord in it while c4 explodes all around us. I have done that before and that isn’t wrestling. I will wrestle you. I try to pin you without incapacitating you but I do want you to know this Phil.
If you go hardcore with me and begin something, then I will be the one ending it.
(He lowers his head again as the camera fades.)
(How long did he expect it to last? How long could he fool everyone?)
(Attaining a perfect 10 win record in a federation where some of the best stars from other promotions can barely get a win is a feat that could never be attained by an untrained hobo from the streets and Adam Knite finally figured it out, he finally put the puzzle together. Now what will occur next no one knows.)
(The question for the general mind going into this weekend remains the same, who is Homeless Harold, and why does he hide under a mask)
(Scene opens to a wrestling match, in a federation you only vaguely remember. On the mat only the name Evolution appears. You see a man standing in the ring, his face a shadow, his visage a blur. He bounces from one foot to the other)
And his opponent, “The Raptor” Adam Knite…
(A very young Adam Knite walks to the ring, the camera goes back to the ring, the man’s face still in shadows)
(The match fast forwards, and the two men are standing toe to toe with one another, Adam Knite swings and missed, his body turning around. The other man whose face has yet to be revealed gets catches Adam Knite from behind, nailing a picture perfect German suplex with a bridge. The ref counts three and Adam Knite kicks out, but just too late.)
(We see pictures of some of the best wrestlers you remember wrestling with the man whose face is covered by a shadow. The Punisher, Davey Boone, Chris Cruise, Sexy Jason and many other famous faces appear, all wrestling a man with a shadow covering his face. The camera starts to pain away, and then we see Homeless Harold sitting on his bench in the locker room. He has his head in his hands and is still wearing his wrestling gear. He breathe is short and shallow. His mask covers his face now.)
I guess the charade is over huh…
(He raises his head to look into the camera)
No, I am not a bum; I am not someone that lives on the streets. That character I created was all for one reason and one reason only. To get back in the ring again, to do the only thing that I have ever done well and eventually to get revenge on the one man I can’t stand, who now holds my destiny in his hands…
(He stands up, but his stance is a slouch, his confidence nearly destroyed)
I just wish I knew how Knite found out, how he knew that I was who I am. I have fought Adam many times in my career and maybe, just maybe he figured it out when I tried to choke the life out of him maybe he recognized the power of my grip, perhaps he recognized me when he looked in my eyes, and saw a hatred that has no parallel. Like the assassin that you are it seems to me that you have waited until you needed my services the most to take advantage of your newfound knowledge.
And what can I do? If everyone finds out who I am then I will forever be shamed, forced to give my identity before I am ready, before I was able to pull myself from the ground would be the ultimate humiliation. If I don’t go after Burns next week that is the fate that truly awaits me. What choice do I have? You have played your hand and played it well Mr. Knite. You now have, what I believe is a very dangerous hired gun. No longer will I protect the resistance with my mixture of good looks and reckless abandon. No longer will I run the members of your Age of the Revolution away tucking their tails after facing someone that so far exceeded them someone that defeated them so handily that they weren’t able to wrestle another day.
And Philip Burns, a person who I truly respect and admire is the first person I have to go through. I have no desire for your title Philip; I have no desire for your blood. I do not wish to engage in a war with you spreading your precious fluid all over the ring and arena. But this is what I must, for the sake of myself, do. So, before we go into this battle Philip, for the title you so wish to have understand that in my heart, and in my soul I am still a member of the resistance, and I still appreciate the things you, Nelly, Spike and the others did for me. But also understand that my hand is forced here. Unfortunately I chose one of the most cerebral wrestlers in the business to be my biggest rival, and I am sure he relishes the thought of having me under his control.
To the nCw, I am sorry for having lied so long, I am sorry I had to spin a web of deceit to enter your ranks. I wouldn’t have been welcomed any other way, and I needed more then anything to wrestle. I am also sorry for the future. I apologize in advance for the destruction I am going to cause in my capable hands. You all need to understand now, that I am a very dangerous man. I am a man that has been in this business longer then most of you and know most all of the tricks and I use them all. As Homeless Harold I put on that I knew only the most rudimentary power moves, but be advised and to you directly Mr. Burns, be forewarned that my repertoire is quite extensive. I was capable of many things and hurt many people when I was acting like I didn’t know what I was doing, now that I am not playing anymore, and now that I am protecting my identity what I will do is much, much more scary. I am talking Cher without makeup scary.
Chris… I know you are an amazing athlete and a magnificent performer, and in a perfect utopian society you and I would never have to face off. Hell, even in this imperfect disjointed world we made it quite awhile. See, I always saw a little of myself in you, a cocky young superstar who struggled for a long time to finally come into his own. You have held your title with such enthusiasm and have truly defeated all comers. Your streak of victories over the past few months has been incredibly impressive and I have enjoyed fighting by your side.
However, I am nearly sure that it once was said that all good things must, for the time being come to an end. And the end is now.
I promise Burns, I am not here to hurt you; I am not here to destroy you. I am simply trying to get the win. I will not bash your face with a chair repeatedly or set you on fire. I will not powerbomb you onto a table over a pit of piranhas with an electrical cord in it while c4 explodes all around us. I have done that before and that isn’t wrestling. I will wrestle you. I try to pin you without incapacitating you but I do want you to know this Phil.
If you go hardcore with me and begin something, then I will be the one ending it.
(He lowers his head again as the camera fades.)