Post by Nick Knight on Apr 26, 2022 20:18:11 GMT -5
It is another beautiful spring day in Southern California, and Nick Knight is walking hand in hand through Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge with the loves of his life. JC has run ahead to get into line for the Rise of the Resistance, leaving the adults to talk in peace. “Are you sure that you don’t need any more money for the center,” he asks Cin.
“I’m sure, and if you ask me one more time, I’m going to take that barbed wire wrapped 2x4 that I hung up in the waiting room and bash in your brains.”
“Sweety that is assuming that he has in brains left after all of these years,” Penny says to her.
“I’m sorry, Cin. I just want to make sure everything is going good for you.” Nick leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek. “The last thing I want is for the business to fail because it didn’t have enough support in the beginning.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. Things are going a little too good after that tweet you made the other day. I’ve had to extend my hours, hire two new massage therapists, and I’m interviewing for a second physical therapist.”
“Damn, you’ve still blocked out those days for when IWF comes to town, right?”
“Yep, I’ve even had some wrestlers and a few staff members call and make appointments. I keep having to explain to them that there is no catch though, which I think is funny.”
“Yeah, wrestlers aren’t always the most trusting people. Sadly, that’s usually for a good reason, but this is about your business. I don’t really give a shit about making friends, because I’m gone from there in a few more weeks.”
“So you’re still going to quit,” Penny asks.
“Yes. I’ve done more in the business than I ever dreamed of, and I’ve no reason to stick around. Cin’s business is doing great, and you and Randy just finished your second kick ass movie. I’m going to start working for Project: Honor, because it’s a far lighter schedule and with my deal I stand to make more money per appearance. I still have the Academy and I can work shows for James whenever I feel like it.”
“It’s great that you have faith in us, Nicky. I’m just not sure how we’re going to keep living the way that we do if you walk away from a possibly multi-million dollar contract.”
“I’ve made some plans that should help.” He leans down and kisses Penny on the cheek. “My Project: Honor deal could potentially be very lucrative over time, and I’ve been investing money with Saul the past couple of years and built a bit of a nest egg for us.”
“Why haven’t you told us about the investments,” Penny asks.
“They started before we ever started talking again. He was the first person I called when I signed my IWF contract. I wanted, no matter what happened to me, for there to be some money put aside to help JC. I’ve just continued to have it automatically deducted from my paychecks, and considered it untouchable.”
“Nicky, we agreed to talk about all money matters.” She pulled his hand away from his. “Now you’re telling me that you’ve been investing money all this time without telling us. What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry. I figured you would have noticed the deductions on my checks, and you never asked me about them…”
“I always wondered what Las Vegas Golden Sand LLC was,” Cin says. “I’ve noticed on your checks and just figured it was something to do with xXx. So you’re saying you’ve been having that much money taken out for the past two years?”
“Yeah, probably close to a quarter of a million dollars. Saul has invested it all over Vegas in restaurants, hotels, limo services, and who knows what else. He has a good eye and last time I talked to him, I could cash out for a little under two million, that’s even after the pandemic.”
“Holy fuck,” Penny says loudly.
Every single family in the area turned to look at her. “You might want to watch your language.”
“Fuck you, Nicky,” she says, much quieter.
“Maybe after the baseball game.” She smacks him on the chest, making him laugh. “Seriously though, I’m working on taking care of the family, and that includes making sure the two of you can have the wedding of your dreams. The two of you and JC are the only thing that matters to me.”
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Nick Knight sits alone in some quite corner inside Royal Farms Arena. He is dressed for combat in a pair of black tactical style pants tucked into matching boots. A black hoodie bearing the chess piece logo of the Knight family lays across his bag on the floor. He will pull it on over his head just before beginning his warm up for the upcoming match.
A month ago, I got a call from Percival Burque about coming to Project: Honor, and I had zero interest. I have done everything in this business that I could possibly want to do. I have shelves that are overflowing with the awards that I have won in this business. Not only that, but I have nothing left to prove, and I was happy to walk away from the ring and move on to the next stage of my life. Then Percy made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, a handshake deal to pay me based on the number of asses I put in seats and pay-per-views that I sell. It was the perfect offer, or so I thought.
That’s why I arrived in Baltimore the afternoon I was expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for me. I sure as hell am not the savior of this company, and it would have continued to do just fine without me, but with me, it can be taken to a whole new level. Having a talent like me on Fallout every week is going to take it from being the B Show too much watch TV. People will set their DVRs to watch ‘The Hollywood Butcher’ use violence in only the way that I can.
He reaches down into his bag and pulls out a roll of white athletic tape and he slowly begins to wrap it around his left wrist/
So you would think that would think that someone would be able to take the time out of their busy day to show me around and introduce me to the locker room and crew. No, I had to ask a cleaning guy where the locker room was and when I got there half the people in it didn’t have the common fucking courtesy to get up and shake my hand. Now, I might be getting old, but the first bit of locker room etiquette I was ever taught was you go around and shake everyone’s hand like a man. I couldn’t even get a fist bump out of them, and believe me when I say I’ll remember that if we’re ever in the ring together.
Next I look at the card for the night, and I’m on the second match in a six-man tag against a trio of goofs that would still get hard in math class if it wasn’t for all the steroids. Tell me how in the fuck am I supposed to put asses in seats and eyes on televisions if they’re going to put me in throw away matches. A six-man tag like this screams we don’t know what to do with these guys, so we’ll throw them together and put them up against the Mathaletes. No offense to Latoya Hixx, she seems like a nice enough person, but I’ve watched the last few episodes and nice hasn’t really done much for her record. Then there’s Zero, I think the name speaks for itself. The guy has done absolutely nothing since showing up in this company a few weeks ago.
Tearing the tape with his teeth he then begins to work on the right wrist. Slowly wrapping the tape around and around until it is finished.
I’m really sorry if I come off as an arrogant prick, but I’m just trying to do what is right by my family. The only reason I agreed to come to Project: Honor was to make money, so I know that they’ll be taken care of far into the future. I made the deal that I did with Percy, because it was the fastest way for me to make the most possibly money. How can I do that if I’m booked in jerk off matches that people ignore to go take a piss. If I am going to do make a difference in this company or my life, I have to be put in matches that people will actually give a shit about, otherwise I might as well go back to lounging by the pool.
So here is how it’s going to go the next few weeks for good ol’ Nicky Nightmare.’ This week, my team is going to slap the taste out of the mouth of the right angle ‘roid freaks, and I’m probably going to choke somebody out. Most likely I’ll do something to offend the delicate sensibilities of Latoya Hixx, and she’ll bitch to management about it and demand a match, which means I’ll have to choke her out. Then it will be my turn to demand a match with Henry Lee Hyde, and I’ll choke him out too. That match will of course be non-title, because they’re going to want to protect the champ, so when they run it back I’ll choke him out yet again. Sixty days into my official employment with Project: Honor, and I will have The Gatekeeper Championship belt around my waist and have left a trail of bodies in my wake.
You will all see the rise of The Era of Knight right before your eyes, as over the next few months I make The Gatekeeper Championship THE Championship. Every single person that walks through the door looking for glory will learn that they probably should have chosen a different company. Established stars that just months before would have turned up their noses at a match against The Gatekeeper Champion will be begging for the opportunity to prove that they have the chops to unseat me. We will dominate the demographic as I win title defense after title defense and make everyone richer along the way.
That all starts tonight with Trig, Calc, and whatever lame ass math name the other guy is using.
The scene fades to black.
“I’m sure, and if you ask me one more time, I’m going to take that barbed wire wrapped 2x4 that I hung up in the waiting room and bash in your brains.”
“Sweety that is assuming that he has in brains left after all of these years,” Penny says to her.
“I’m sorry, Cin. I just want to make sure everything is going good for you.” Nick leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek. “The last thing I want is for the business to fail because it didn’t have enough support in the beginning.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. Things are going a little too good after that tweet you made the other day. I’ve had to extend my hours, hire two new massage therapists, and I’m interviewing for a second physical therapist.”
“Damn, you’ve still blocked out those days for when IWF comes to town, right?”
“Yep, I’ve even had some wrestlers and a few staff members call and make appointments. I keep having to explain to them that there is no catch though, which I think is funny.”
“Yeah, wrestlers aren’t always the most trusting people. Sadly, that’s usually for a good reason, but this is about your business. I don’t really give a shit about making friends, because I’m gone from there in a few more weeks.”
“So you’re still going to quit,” Penny asks.
“Yes. I’ve done more in the business than I ever dreamed of, and I’ve no reason to stick around. Cin’s business is doing great, and you and Randy just finished your second kick ass movie. I’m going to start working for Project: Honor, because it’s a far lighter schedule and with my deal I stand to make more money per appearance. I still have the Academy and I can work shows for James whenever I feel like it.”
“It’s great that you have faith in us, Nicky. I’m just not sure how we’re going to keep living the way that we do if you walk away from a possibly multi-million dollar contract.”
“I’ve made some plans that should help.” He leans down and kisses Penny on the cheek. “My Project: Honor deal could potentially be very lucrative over time, and I’ve been investing money with Saul the past couple of years and built a bit of a nest egg for us.”
“Why haven’t you told us about the investments,” Penny asks.
“They started before we ever started talking again. He was the first person I called when I signed my IWF contract. I wanted, no matter what happened to me, for there to be some money put aside to help JC. I’ve just continued to have it automatically deducted from my paychecks, and considered it untouchable.”
“Nicky, we agreed to talk about all money matters.” She pulled his hand away from his. “Now you’re telling me that you’ve been investing money all this time without telling us. What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry. I figured you would have noticed the deductions on my checks, and you never asked me about them…”
“I always wondered what Las Vegas Golden Sand LLC was,” Cin says. “I’ve noticed on your checks and just figured it was something to do with xXx. So you’re saying you’ve been having that much money taken out for the past two years?”
“Yeah, probably close to a quarter of a million dollars. Saul has invested it all over Vegas in restaurants, hotels, limo services, and who knows what else. He has a good eye and last time I talked to him, I could cash out for a little under two million, that’s even after the pandemic.”
“Holy fuck,” Penny says loudly.
Every single family in the area turned to look at her. “You might want to watch your language.”
“Fuck you, Nicky,” she says, much quieter.
“Maybe after the baseball game.” She smacks him on the chest, making him laugh. “Seriously though, I’m working on taking care of the family, and that includes making sure the two of you can have the wedding of your dreams. The two of you and JC are the only thing that matters to me.”
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Nick Knight sits alone in some quite corner inside Royal Farms Arena. He is dressed for combat in a pair of black tactical style pants tucked into matching boots. A black hoodie bearing the chess piece logo of the Knight family lays across his bag on the floor. He will pull it on over his head just before beginning his warm up for the upcoming match.
A month ago, I got a call from Percival Burque about coming to Project: Honor, and I had zero interest. I have done everything in this business that I could possibly want to do. I have shelves that are overflowing with the awards that I have won in this business. Not only that, but I have nothing left to prove, and I was happy to walk away from the ring and move on to the next stage of my life. Then Percy made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, a handshake deal to pay me based on the number of asses I put in seats and pay-per-views that I sell. It was the perfect offer, or so I thought.
That’s why I arrived in Baltimore the afternoon I was expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for me. I sure as hell am not the savior of this company, and it would have continued to do just fine without me, but with me, it can be taken to a whole new level. Having a talent like me on Fallout every week is going to take it from being the B Show too much watch TV. People will set their DVRs to watch ‘The Hollywood Butcher’ use violence in only the way that I can.
He reaches down into his bag and pulls out a roll of white athletic tape and he slowly begins to wrap it around his left wrist/
So you would think that would think that someone would be able to take the time out of their busy day to show me around and introduce me to the locker room and crew. No, I had to ask a cleaning guy where the locker room was and when I got there half the people in it didn’t have the common fucking courtesy to get up and shake my hand. Now, I might be getting old, but the first bit of locker room etiquette I was ever taught was you go around and shake everyone’s hand like a man. I couldn’t even get a fist bump out of them, and believe me when I say I’ll remember that if we’re ever in the ring together.
Next I look at the card for the night, and I’m on the second match in a six-man tag against a trio of goofs that would still get hard in math class if it wasn’t for all the steroids. Tell me how in the fuck am I supposed to put asses in seats and eyes on televisions if they’re going to put me in throw away matches. A six-man tag like this screams we don’t know what to do with these guys, so we’ll throw them together and put them up against the Mathaletes. No offense to Latoya Hixx, she seems like a nice enough person, but I’ve watched the last few episodes and nice hasn’t really done much for her record. Then there’s Zero, I think the name speaks for itself. The guy has done absolutely nothing since showing up in this company a few weeks ago.
Tearing the tape with his teeth he then begins to work on the right wrist. Slowly wrapping the tape around and around until it is finished.
I’m really sorry if I come off as an arrogant prick, but I’m just trying to do what is right by my family. The only reason I agreed to come to Project: Honor was to make money, so I know that they’ll be taken care of far into the future. I made the deal that I did with Percy, because it was the fastest way for me to make the most possibly money. How can I do that if I’m booked in jerk off matches that people ignore to go take a piss. If I am going to do make a difference in this company or my life, I have to be put in matches that people will actually give a shit about, otherwise I might as well go back to lounging by the pool.
So here is how it’s going to go the next few weeks for good ol’ Nicky Nightmare.’ This week, my team is going to slap the taste out of the mouth of the right angle ‘roid freaks, and I’m probably going to choke somebody out. Most likely I’ll do something to offend the delicate sensibilities of Latoya Hixx, and she’ll bitch to management about it and demand a match, which means I’ll have to choke her out. Then it will be my turn to demand a match with Henry Lee Hyde, and I’ll choke him out too. That match will of course be non-title, because they’re going to want to protect the champ, so when they run it back I’ll choke him out yet again. Sixty days into my official employment with Project: Honor, and I will have The Gatekeeper Championship belt around my waist and have left a trail of bodies in my wake.
You will all see the rise of The Era of Knight right before your eyes, as over the next few months I make The Gatekeeper Championship THE Championship. Every single person that walks through the door looking for glory will learn that they probably should have chosen a different company. Established stars that just months before would have turned up their noses at a match against The Gatekeeper Champion will be begging for the opportunity to prove that they have the chops to unseat me. We will dominate the demographic as I win title defense after title defense and make everyone richer along the way.
That all starts tonight with Trig, Calc, and whatever lame ass math name the other guy is using.
The scene fades to black.