Post by adm on Aug 8, 2009 10:10:19 GMT -6
Birthright
There’s only one day left, and I’m tired of just TALKING to you, Adam. I’m tired of just showing the ONE THING I’m doing to prepare for you. You think I have nothing, you think I have NOTHING on you…well, refuting your claims that you’ve made for months aside, it’s time for you to see that, despite all your talk and wedding plans and sandwiches, you have yet to “be seen” in the gym. I have wounds and bruises and bumps and scars from Gib, but I am here, in the gym, training for you. I am here muttering obscenities as I think about the things you’ve been claiming. My wife is my spotter, making sure I don’t over exert myself.
“Don’t you think it’s time to move to another thing, Kris? You’ve done at least 20 reps with just that high weight; you’ll overexert yourself and have nothing for tomorrow.”
I sit up, “Kendra, you have no idea what this means to me. This is my FIRST World Title opportunity and I’ve been a wrestler since January. I’ve been HERE AND ONLY HERE. I have climbed the ladder, I have gone over bodies and now, I am getting what every first-timer dreams of, their first title opportunity and I want to WIN!”
“I know you do, my darling, I’m just saying, you’ll overwork your arms on the bench press, you need to move onto squats I think now, you haven’t done them yet this morning.”
“Really?”
She gives me that look, and I smirk putting down the weights. When has anyone seen Adam in the gym? Does he have his own private gym? What is with this man…so cocky that he thinks my refuting his claims is “So Ace-like of me”. I’m sorry, but it’s not MY FAULT he spoke first, I said what I would have said anyway, he’s only been claiming to be nCw’s King and God and Puppet Master since he lost via DQ to AJ Phoenix at Reborn. I grab the weights again, and get into position.
“That’s great, Honey, inhale, exhale.”
“I *inhale* don’t see *inhale* why you *inhale* need to be *inhale* BEHIND ME *inhale* when I do *inhale* this.”
“It helps me…uh…concentrate on how nice that Belt would look around your waist.”
“You are *inhale* looking at *inhale* the wrong *inhale* side to *inhale* think about that.”
I put down the weights for a second, having completed my first ten reps. Just a warm-up, I assure you. There’s nary a flabby bit of flesh on my body, and it’s all going to be going into the ring to face one Adam Knite for the World title. And now, I have a minute to address him more, directly.
“Adam Knite, you have no idea how much fun it’s been watching your lips moving as you verbally defecate all over this hallow ground. This is the beginning of the 3rd year of nCw, and you’ve opened it up with quite a load of verbal threats and insults that may have worked on the other men but don’t work on me. You think I’m just repeating what you say back to you? Have you forgotten how many times you’ve called yourself a God or a King in the last two months? Have you forgotten that is your “sole claim” to that title right now? You haven’t really beaten anyone, by yourself, one-on-one without assistance since winning that thing. You’ve given it some stability, I guess, more than every month or two having someone taking it from the last guy. But you also fail to see, times change and there’s never a “One man forever” approach to that belt. You’ve been the best, now you’re facing your biggest challenge ever, me.”
Think of that as confidence, arrogance or both as you must, but look at the tale of the tape. In singles matches, I am very much a threat. And now that you’ve lost your last ally in Gib, it’s about time that someone takes that belt from you.
“Sure, you may be right; I LUST after your belt. Who DOESN’T? It’s not even YOURS though. It’s not MINE either, it is property of nCw. We just, “borrow” it, and then give it to the first guy to beat us for it. That’s all; never do we “own” the belt, even back in the day they didn’t OWN them. They actually had to pay a deposit on the off chance they took it somewhere else, for replacement costs. And since you love being here so much, I highly doubt you’re going to take off to another federation with it, your soon-to-be father-in-law would HATE to see that, too. And Kelly would be upset if you lost her job for her. Her nice…cushy…announcing job till the off-chance Leo has another heart attack, or god forbid, dies on us. Isn’t that the TRUE lust? Kelly for her comfortable life with you? And you for Kelly’s power?”
“Don’t deny it, Adam, I’ve seen the way Kelly looks at you, and it’s definitely not love.”
“Indeed not, Kendra. I will not even mention the gluttony except one part: I am a glutton for punishment. Give me all you can and I keep coming back, isn’t that the story here? Didn’t you tell me to “go home” from the start? To just…pack up and go back to my home. But after I take that belt from you, I’m going to show my kids so they can FINALLY have something to be proud of in their father. After years of working under the glass-ceiling I finally break through and accomplish something great. And to be honest, Adam, you and your title weren’t the first thing on my mind when I was facing Fergus and Kelly decided to insult my WIFE. You weren’t a blip on my radar; I was just trying to recover from the Death Cage match. I was going to lay low until someone put out a challenge, and you were the first man to do it. You and your woman. If anyone was SEEKING a fight, it was KELLY FOX! You need to put a gag on that woman before she gets someone a little bit less nice who actually HURTS HER.”
I begin to feel the blood pressure rise, thinking of how this all began. Kelly Fox started it all, I come to my wife’s aid, to try and keep anything from happening we’d all regret and there it was…Adam Knite with the belt to the back of my head. And that’s how it all began, Adam…refute the truth all you want, but…you cannot deny without your woman, you’d probably be facing someone a lot less skilled than me. Maybe you’d get lucky and not have a match at all.
“Failure to act, wow…I’m sorry Adam but I just realized something. You are sounding a lot like a villain to me. A certain villain from a certain new release on DVD, one I have the original Graphic novel for. Ok, hello Mr. Adrian Veidt, are you going to just sit back and let me wail on you now that I am Dan Dreiberg? Or will you be unlike Veidt and fight back. Your master stroke is complete; nobody can stop you, right? Nobody can expose you for what you are; nobody can triumph and oust you from power. But the battle isn’t over until the fat lady sings.”
“Kris you don’t want to anger Adam. I mean, what if he hurts you?”
“Hurts me? Baby, you saw me get thrown into a TOILET and SINK on Collision and you worry about one man restricted to a RING? Weapons are illegal…he can’t do anything Gib could this is all about TECHNICAL AND MAT SKILLS this time. Something I’ve shown to have more of in one finger than you. So bring your worst, Adam. I’ll be in the gym all day. Call me lazy all you want, but the minute you come in here, off your high horse, and come lift some REAL WEIGHTS and not just that wife of yours onto the bed. It’s time for someone to claim their Birthright, Adam…you already got YOURS, 100 days is more than enough, time to let someone else play with that belt. Time to step to the side, and let the next generation get a shot.”
And the words are done, Adam. It’s time for your actions, tomorrow at Fallout. Will you surprise the masses and actually RESPECTFULLY win a match to retain the belt, no cheating? Or will you pay off AJ to help you win? Or will…by the miracle you have yet to see coming at you full-force, I come and take what is “yours” and make it mine? Every rookie dreams of this day, Adam. Every rookie dreams of this as their “Birthright”. Come tomorrow night, we get to show the world what a REAL World Title Match is…unless you are too cowardly to fight FAIR, that is.