Post by Adam Knite on Aug 3, 2009 10:13:42 GMT -6
And another one falls by my hands.
Were you expecting anything else?
I’ve tried to warn you all.
This is my story, this is my time.
None of you can take it from me, until I’m ready to give it up.
But please, please keep trying….
It’s oh so funny seeing each and every one of you throwing yourselves….
At the feet of The King.
Again somebody thought they had what it took to rip the crown off from my head, again I warned them to not try… and the same old story played out. I was the one standing the middle of the arena, arm raised in victory. I’ve spent the better part of a year striking down everybody who dared stand in front of me, working my way to this point and now here I am, ruling over the little peons with an iron fist, crushing their every revolt.
It feels good to be the king.
Look at you, all of you desperately scampering about like mice, looking for a way to unseat the king from his throne. Running around wildy, almost frantically. You fools have thrown everything you could find at me, you’ve mounted your resources, took careful aim, and tried to snipe this crown off of my head.
And every single one of you has failed.
Look at me, what do you see? I’m the king of kings, I am your religion, I am your god. Do you honestly believe that you stand a chance any more, or is this all just a desperate gambit hoping and praying eventually something will work? No matter, because nothing you can do will stop me, nothing you can try will slow me down. I’ve proven it over and over again, it’s coming to a point of repetitiveness. I’ve said this all before, I issued all the warnings multiple times, frankly my dear followers I’m grown bored of it.
Stop resisting your fate.
I’m tired of seeing the likes of you throw yourself at me, and sick of having to strike you all down when you do. I’m the king around here by god and I deserve better than you second rate hacks trying to end my reign. I deserve the best of the best, I deserve a real fight for once, you pig farmers and insurance salesmen aren’t cutting it anymore as far as entertainment goes. The fans need better, I need better.
Stop fooling yourselves.
What is so hard to realize here, what is constantly going in one ear and straight out the other? When I tell you “you’re going to lose” do you not grasp the concept of what I’m saying? Is it that you think this is some empty threat? I’ve fought tooth and nail to get to this point, I crawled out of that ditch and made my way to the summit, fighting the whole way. So many of you stood in my way, trying to stop me, so many of you pleaded with others to stand in my path, nothing worked. Nothing could in the slightest bit derail my train, and now I’m here. I’m sitting on this throne, looking down at you ants. I’ve got the crown on my head, and all of you are below me, just the way I like it.
The legend of Adam Knite grows more every day. More and more people are seeing the light of my beacon calling out to them, telling them to fallow it through the darkness. They are seeing that everything I proclaim is the God’s truth. I’m being looked at for guidance and leadership. What I say, what I do, it’s become the gospel around here, my spoken scripture to be a guide to all the others.
I’m above you.
I’ve grown to something that is far larger than a “wrestler”. I’ve become a legend, spoken by people as if my feats and accomplishments have reached mythical proportions already. And you’re expecting me to believe that some bird and a guy whose biggest accomplishment is that he didn’t snap and assault his wife this morning over toast and eggs are on my level? That they could possibly sit on this throne? Please, this isn’t some alternate reality where fairies and elves skip around in the meadows… this is real life…. And you peasants are hardly worth my time.
The King is better than this.
Just look at our differences, just look at what I am and what you are… not what you wish to be. I’m a greek Adonis of a man who forces respect on people with my actions and rip their spirits with my oratary prowless. You? You’re some real estate agent who has a hobby. Do you equal a king? Seriously, for one second do you think your common life, and your common life, with your common wrestling skills brings you anywhere near my level? Don’t kid yourself, wake up from this dream.
You are nothing to me. You’re ordinary lifestyle, to your clean cut persona, everything you are…. Doesn’t impress me in the slightest. You’ll have to bring more than that to the table to impress royalty. I’m flashier, more exciting, and give the people the daily dose of excitement that they need, while you just give them the cure to insomnia.
Are you going to be like the rest?
Will you waste this one opportunity on a dream…..
A dream that will never come true?
Or will you be different?
Will you see the light in time, in time to stop me from breaking you?
You can do the smart thing…. I know you can .
Don’t threaten the King’s crown.
Or heads will roll.
It’s not too late for you Bates, you don’t have to go through with this. You don’t have to follow the flow of the river, you can fight against it, swim upstream. Do something that is good for your Perfectly Normal life, stay alive. Don’t bother with this asinine desire to be something you’re not. You’re not a king Bates, you don’t have the qualities to rules over nCw like I have. You’re a forty hour a week, suit and tie drone. You’re not a member of the higher class, of a special breed of wrestlers destined for greatness. You’re mediocre, and that’s where you need to keep your sights set to.
Don’t let the fact that Kelly hurt you and your wife’s pride get in the way of your better judgment. To be honest, nothing Kelly said wasn’t the absolute truth, so what is there to be upset about anyway? You don’t think you’re a freak? You’re an Al Gore clown who wrestles in hardcore matches on professional wrestling program, think about it. Your wife is a dime store harlot who claims she had her eyes opened by a collision with a guy who has an unhealthy obsession with fire…. What is normal in this picture to you?
Cut the crap Bates, you know perfectly well you’re not cut out for this crown. Deep down, in the pit of your gut you can feel it. You know don’t you? The voice that keeps whispering in the back of your mind, telling you, that you’re not good enough. Convincing you to give up this charade, listen to that voice Kristoff, it’s there for a reason. Sunday at Fallout if you go through with this, if you step into that ring opposite of me, you’re going to regret it that rest of your life. You’ll always remember the day that Adam Knite broke your will in the ring, you’ll always relive that moment that you realized you just weren’t good enough and it will eat away at you, constantly reminding you of the night you fell.
I am torment, I am suffering, I am the breaker of hearts and the harvester of shattered dreams, but most importantly…. I am the King…… and you never will be. Not as long as there is air in my lungs.
Go back to your normal house.
With your normal wife.
Normal kids.
Normal Dog.
Normal job.
Normal breakfast.
Normal lunch.
Normal dinner.
Normal, boring, unexciting life.
I'll keep living here, in this castle with my queen, with this crown on my head, and happy in this exciting kingdom I've built around me. Something you'll never know the joys of.
Just do me a favor… if you decided to keep fighting, to keep going with this façade. When I throw you away, send you to the bottom of the abyss…. Make sure to say high to AJ, Davey, and Falcon for me.
Were you expecting anything else?
I’ve tried to warn you all.
This is my story, this is my time.
None of you can take it from me, until I’m ready to give it up.
But please, please keep trying….
It’s oh so funny seeing each and every one of you throwing yourselves….
At the feet of The King.
Again somebody thought they had what it took to rip the crown off from my head, again I warned them to not try… and the same old story played out. I was the one standing the middle of the arena, arm raised in victory. I’ve spent the better part of a year striking down everybody who dared stand in front of me, working my way to this point and now here I am, ruling over the little peons with an iron fist, crushing their every revolt.
It feels good to be the king.
Look at you, all of you desperately scampering about like mice, looking for a way to unseat the king from his throne. Running around wildy, almost frantically. You fools have thrown everything you could find at me, you’ve mounted your resources, took careful aim, and tried to snipe this crown off of my head.
And every single one of you has failed.
Look at me, what do you see? I’m the king of kings, I am your religion, I am your god. Do you honestly believe that you stand a chance any more, or is this all just a desperate gambit hoping and praying eventually something will work? No matter, because nothing you can do will stop me, nothing you can try will slow me down. I’ve proven it over and over again, it’s coming to a point of repetitiveness. I’ve said this all before, I issued all the warnings multiple times, frankly my dear followers I’m grown bored of it.
Stop resisting your fate.
I’m tired of seeing the likes of you throw yourself at me, and sick of having to strike you all down when you do. I’m the king around here by god and I deserve better than you second rate hacks trying to end my reign. I deserve the best of the best, I deserve a real fight for once, you pig farmers and insurance salesmen aren’t cutting it anymore as far as entertainment goes. The fans need better, I need better.
Stop fooling yourselves.
What is so hard to realize here, what is constantly going in one ear and straight out the other? When I tell you “you’re going to lose” do you not grasp the concept of what I’m saying? Is it that you think this is some empty threat? I’ve fought tooth and nail to get to this point, I crawled out of that ditch and made my way to the summit, fighting the whole way. So many of you stood in my way, trying to stop me, so many of you pleaded with others to stand in my path, nothing worked. Nothing could in the slightest bit derail my train, and now I’m here. I’m sitting on this throne, looking down at you ants. I’ve got the crown on my head, and all of you are below me, just the way I like it.
The legend of Adam Knite grows more every day. More and more people are seeing the light of my beacon calling out to them, telling them to fallow it through the darkness. They are seeing that everything I proclaim is the God’s truth. I’m being looked at for guidance and leadership. What I say, what I do, it’s become the gospel around here, my spoken scripture to be a guide to all the others.
I’m above you.
I’ve grown to something that is far larger than a “wrestler”. I’ve become a legend, spoken by people as if my feats and accomplishments have reached mythical proportions already. And you’re expecting me to believe that some bird and a guy whose biggest accomplishment is that he didn’t snap and assault his wife this morning over toast and eggs are on my level? That they could possibly sit on this throne? Please, this isn’t some alternate reality where fairies and elves skip around in the meadows… this is real life…. And you peasants are hardly worth my time.
The King is better than this.
Just look at our differences, just look at what I am and what you are… not what you wish to be. I’m a greek Adonis of a man who forces respect on people with my actions and rip their spirits with my oratary prowless. You? You’re some real estate agent who has a hobby. Do you equal a king? Seriously, for one second do you think your common life, and your common life, with your common wrestling skills brings you anywhere near my level? Don’t kid yourself, wake up from this dream.
You are nothing to me. You’re ordinary lifestyle, to your clean cut persona, everything you are…. Doesn’t impress me in the slightest. You’ll have to bring more than that to the table to impress royalty. I’m flashier, more exciting, and give the people the daily dose of excitement that they need, while you just give them the cure to insomnia.
Are you going to be like the rest?
Will you waste this one opportunity on a dream…..
A dream that will never come true?
Or will you be different?
Will you see the light in time, in time to stop me from breaking you?
You can do the smart thing…. I know you can .
Don’t threaten the King’s crown.
Or heads will roll.
It’s not too late for you Bates, you don’t have to go through with this. You don’t have to follow the flow of the river, you can fight against it, swim upstream. Do something that is good for your Perfectly Normal life, stay alive. Don’t bother with this asinine desire to be something you’re not. You’re not a king Bates, you don’t have the qualities to rules over nCw like I have. You’re a forty hour a week, suit and tie drone. You’re not a member of the higher class, of a special breed of wrestlers destined for greatness. You’re mediocre, and that’s where you need to keep your sights set to.
Don’t let the fact that Kelly hurt you and your wife’s pride get in the way of your better judgment. To be honest, nothing Kelly said wasn’t the absolute truth, so what is there to be upset about anyway? You don’t think you’re a freak? You’re an Al Gore clown who wrestles in hardcore matches on professional wrestling program, think about it. Your wife is a dime store harlot who claims she had her eyes opened by a collision with a guy who has an unhealthy obsession with fire…. What is normal in this picture to you?
Cut the crap Bates, you know perfectly well you’re not cut out for this crown. Deep down, in the pit of your gut you can feel it. You know don’t you? The voice that keeps whispering in the back of your mind, telling you, that you’re not good enough. Convincing you to give up this charade, listen to that voice Kristoff, it’s there for a reason. Sunday at Fallout if you go through with this, if you step into that ring opposite of me, you’re going to regret it that rest of your life. You’ll always remember the day that Adam Knite broke your will in the ring, you’ll always relive that moment that you realized you just weren’t good enough and it will eat away at you, constantly reminding you of the night you fell.
I am torment, I am suffering, I am the breaker of hearts and the harvester of shattered dreams, but most importantly…. I am the King…… and you never will be. Not as long as there is air in my lungs.
Go back to your normal house.
With your normal wife.
Normal kids.
Normal Dog.
Normal job.
Normal breakfast.
Normal lunch.
Normal dinner.
Normal, boring, unexciting life.
I'll keep living here, in this castle with my queen, with this crown on my head, and happy in this exciting kingdom I've built around me. Something you'll never know the joys of.
Just do me a favor… if you decided to keep fighting, to keep going with this façade. When I throw you away, send you to the bottom of the abyss…. Make sure to say high to AJ, Davey, and Falcon for me.