Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2019 20:05:13 GMT -6
|| There, on the wall. There was a shadow. The shadowy silhouette of a man, not moving. Just sitting. A man, we can tell, by the figure. ||
“ Happiness is an illusion. It doesn’t truly exist. Just when you think it does, something terrible happens to take it away. Be it a consequence of your own actions, or a consequence of something beyond your control. Karma. Fate. Whatever it is that exists, that controls it, happiness is fraudulent. “
“ Five years ago, happiness was taken away from the McKnight family. Happiness was stolen from Hudson McKnight. Happiness, the illusion. “
“ So, what is the point? Don’t think. Don’t think about anything else but what you can do to control your fate. Your destiny. And, dare one say happiness; but, it doesn’t exist. “
“They say that I’ve lost my mind. That I’m a wreck. “
Definition: Hudson McKnight.
“ But, better to be a wreck than nothing at all. I’ve seen that illusion; happiness. I was once part of something great. I was on top of the world. And, in the blink of an eye, that world was gone. Erased. It was only a matter of time, after all. Because life, it’s cruel. Time passes. And, we are only allowed so much of it. “
“Nothing. Definition: Tristan Ambrose. “
“ Welcome to reality, kid. Hudson McKnight possesses more talent at fifty-percent healthy, than Tristan Ambrose giving everything he has. And, he thinks he deserves a shot at what? Who? Me. And, it’ll be the wish you never should’ve made. Night night, sleep tight. Your ass is about get bit, and it won’t be from a bed bug, kid. “
“ The name is Hudson. Huddy. Or, as you can call me after Ignite, ‘Daddy’. Yeah, I still exist, Ani, baby. If you want a real man to make you squeal. Again. “
“ Ambrose. I’m not sure if that’s a rip-off or what, Tristan. Hell, even that can be considered envy, trying to be Tristan McKnight or Dean Ambrose. Hell, no one is even sure anymore. I don’t even think you know, you wanna-be nobody. “
“ Nobody. Definition: see nothing. “
“ Can you rise, or will you fall? Doesn’t matter, Tristan. Just like your fate at Ascension, so will it be at Ignite. Show your face, and get wrecked. Like Mick Foley— Car Crash. Too bad you don’t half a quarter of Mick’s talent. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong, but words don’t back themselves up, Ambrose. And, I don’t think your actions can, either. “
“ Happiness continues to elude me. At Ignite, you’ll find out just how much. See, I’ve made mistakes. I’ve fallen to the slums of the wrestling ranks. I have been in a daze, confused and fucked up. I’ve been longing for revenge. I’ve searched for my place. But, now? Oh, now I know my place. It’s where I’ve always belonged, and the likes of you won’t be enough to stop me from digging myself from beneath these ashes. “
“ Let me guess, though. You have drank the kool-aid? Gotten yourself into the rat poison of bullshit that has been going around about his Hudson McKnight is finished. Nah, kid. I’m not finished. In fact, I’m just getting started. Just knocking off the rust. Whatever you want to call it. Mark my words, Tristan.. “
“ Hudson McKnight is BACK. “
“ You’ll be able to alert the masses after Ignite. I know. I get it. You’ve spent the entire week relaxing. Hell, probably that I’d just phone it in. After all, I’ve been a little delirious. Y’know, carrying a life sized replica doll around of my beloved late wife, Jordyn. But, that should be the very reason not to underestimate what I am capable of. “
“ See, Tristan. It’s when you begin to underestimate that the problem for you begins. You want to get comfortable. You’re probably knocking down the doors of Johnny Stylez, looking for a high. Maybe you’re phoning into Blair Buchanan, or is it Blair Stylez? Ah, who fucking cares?! She’ll still suck your dick, no questions asked. Colossal Mistake, Tristan.Even I wasn’t stupid enough to go down that road. Stand up. Fight. Beat your chest like a fuckin’ gorilla, but “
“ Just like Harambe,
you’re about to be put down. “
“ History tells me, Tristan, that you were once something to be reckoned with. Maybe that is the truth. Hell, maybe I’m not giving you enough credit. Matter of fact, let me just pump the brakes a moment. Tell me, do you want me to respect you? “
|| Hudson pauses. ||
SILENCE.
“ I’m waiting, Tristan. Cat got your tongue? “
|| Another pause. ||
SILENCE.
“ Okay, I guess the answer is NO. That’s what the silence tells me, after all. Go ahead, Tristan. Tell me that I am wrong. Shit. Tell me I am insane, but we already know that. We already know that I am insane. It’s written all over the walls.”
LITERALLY.
“ Nothing you do, and nothing can have done has been enough to make me believe you belong here. Your words, they mean zilch. Your talent, well, that’s about to betray you. See, Tristan. I am sick of it. Sick of falling to the wayside. Sick of being ridiculed. SICK of the likes of you getting your rocks off on taking advantage of my situation. “
“ NO MORE. “
“ NO MORE. “
“ NO MORE!! “
“ I’m over it. Over you. Over Nocturnal. Over Al Envy. Over Roger Wright. Over Dane Preston. Over anyone that believes they are true greatness. Over feeling trapped. Helpless. I am sick of it, all. And at Ignite, you’ll be sick of it, too. Sick of these hands knocking you down, time and time again. You’ll be sick of losing. Sick of me not knowing when to quit. SICK OF IT ALL. “
“ Welcome to my world, Ambrose.
Population: Fuckin’ Crazy. “
“ WAKE UP. WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
“ The beast has been awakened. Locked in a cage for far too long, Tristan. Come out, come out .. wherever you are. I am ready to play. Hide ‘n’ seek is child’s play. This is a man’s game, and I don’t believe you’re ready for it. Go ahead. Prove me wrong. PROVE US ALL WRONG. You can’t, can you? Incapable, just like the sick fuck that ruined my happiness. Just like the sick fuck that tried to bury me last week. I don’t die. I survive. I rise. “
“ I STAND VICTORIOUS.
Even in my darkest moment. “
“ Can you say the same, Ambrose? Ya’ see, kid, I’ve got an ass-whippin’ with your name written all over it. It won’t be gentle. Sure as hell won’t be enjoyable, for you. It’s time to set this shit on fire. It’s time to “
“ IGNITE!
Starting with your career going up in flames.”
“ I’m ready to be unleashed. To break free, because I’m tired of these restraints. Tired of being held back. It’s time to WAKE UP, rise up. Rest up, Tristan, you’re gonna need it. You’ve never seen evil like this, before. You’ve never seen the hell that I’m ready to unleash, starting with you. I haven’t gotten my justice, but you’re sure as hell about to get a riot. “
“ WAKE UP.
Your time is up. “
“ They keep telling me, Tristan, that I should be afraid. I keep asking, afraid of what? I wasn’t afraid of Nocturnal. I wasn’t afraid of a ladder match. I wasn’t afraid of Tommy Kain. I sure as hell am not afraid of Tristan Ambrose. But, you, kid? You should be afraid. Afraid of the demons that you cannot cast out. Afraid of the man that stares back at me in mirrors. Afraid.. of what your career may soon become. “
“ ITS ABOUT TO IGNITE!
And, not in the way you hoped.
Instead, it’ll go up in flames.
NIGHT NIGHT, Bitch.
Rest In Peace. “
“ I get it. I do. You keep coming up short. Full of empty promises. Las Vegas won’t change your luck. Not even if you manage to score with one of those high-class prostitutes. And, no, I don’t mean Blair this time. “
I wouldn’t degrade a Vegas prostitute like that.
Cheer up! They’re cleaner, at least?
“One thing .. I can say, Tristan, about what takes place at Ignite. Do not say I didn’t warn you. Do not say that you couldn’t see it coming. I told you. Right now, I am TELLING YOU. It’s coming. A reckoning, and it begins with you! I’m coming, and I’m bringing hell with me.”
“ CALL THE DEVIL!
Oh, wait. YOU’RE LOOKING AT
HIM. “
“ World Champ. Past tense. Former. That’s you. That’s me. FORMER. They think we are both washed up, Tristan. But, that is only true for one of us. And the other? Well, me, I’ll be walking out of Las Vegas having made you less than you already were. More than a has-been. You can say this with confidence: “
“ YOU WERE NEVER EVEN READY! “
“ Maybe they’ll give you an usher job afterward. “
“As for me. I’m going to the top. No longer the hunted, but the hunter. Going to the top. From the bottom. Stop me. “
“ I DARE YOU. “
|| The shadow on the wall grew taller. As if it went from sitting to standing. The figure, of course. The figure of Hudson McKnight, now seen in person. No longer a shadow. The room, padded white. Hudson was strapped, or formerly strapped in a straight jacket. Somehow, he managed to work his way out of them. Blood dripped from his arms, as it stained the white jacket. A cynical smirk crept across his lips, as he moved to the exit door. He began banging on the door, until someone came. Someone showed up, opening the door. In one quick motion, Hudson barreled them over, and took off for freedom. Alarms sounded, but it was too late. Hudson was gone. Free. ||
“ Call his emergency contact! “ one of the aids shouted, as they witnessed Hudson cross the highway.
“Mr. Dorsey, he escaped..”
FADE 2 BLACK!
“ Happiness is an illusion. It doesn’t truly exist. Just when you think it does, something terrible happens to take it away. Be it a consequence of your own actions, or a consequence of something beyond your control. Karma. Fate. Whatever it is that exists, that controls it, happiness is fraudulent. “
“ Five years ago, happiness was taken away from the McKnight family. Happiness was stolen from Hudson McKnight. Happiness, the illusion. “
“ So, what is the point? Don’t think. Don’t think about anything else but what you can do to control your fate. Your destiny. And, dare one say happiness; but, it doesn’t exist. “
“They say that I’ve lost my mind. That I’m a wreck. “
Definition: Hudson McKnight.
“ But, better to be a wreck than nothing at all. I’ve seen that illusion; happiness. I was once part of something great. I was on top of the world. And, in the blink of an eye, that world was gone. Erased. It was only a matter of time, after all. Because life, it’s cruel. Time passes. And, we are only allowed so much of it. “
“Nothing. Definition: Tristan Ambrose. “
“ Welcome to reality, kid. Hudson McKnight possesses more talent at fifty-percent healthy, than Tristan Ambrose giving everything he has. And, he thinks he deserves a shot at what? Who? Me. And, it’ll be the wish you never should’ve made. Night night, sleep tight. Your ass is about get bit, and it won’t be from a bed bug, kid. “
“ The name is Hudson. Huddy. Or, as you can call me after Ignite, ‘Daddy’. Yeah, I still exist, Ani, baby. If you want a real man to make you squeal. Again. “
“ Ambrose. I’m not sure if that’s a rip-off or what, Tristan. Hell, even that can be considered envy, trying to be Tristan McKnight or Dean Ambrose. Hell, no one is even sure anymore. I don’t even think you know, you wanna-be nobody. “
“ Nobody. Definition: see nothing. “
“ Can you rise, or will you fall? Doesn’t matter, Tristan. Just like your fate at Ascension, so will it be at Ignite. Show your face, and get wrecked. Like Mick Foley— Car Crash. Too bad you don’t half a quarter of Mick’s talent. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong, but words don’t back themselves up, Ambrose. And, I don’t think your actions can, either. “
“ Happiness continues to elude me. At Ignite, you’ll find out just how much. See, I’ve made mistakes. I’ve fallen to the slums of the wrestling ranks. I have been in a daze, confused and fucked up. I’ve been longing for revenge. I’ve searched for my place. But, now? Oh, now I know my place. It’s where I’ve always belonged, and the likes of you won’t be enough to stop me from digging myself from beneath these ashes. “
“ Let me guess, though. You have drank the kool-aid? Gotten yourself into the rat poison of bullshit that has been going around about his Hudson McKnight is finished. Nah, kid. I’m not finished. In fact, I’m just getting started. Just knocking off the rust. Whatever you want to call it. Mark my words, Tristan.. “
“ Hudson McKnight is BACK. “
“ You’ll be able to alert the masses after Ignite. I know. I get it. You’ve spent the entire week relaxing. Hell, probably that I’d just phone it in. After all, I’ve been a little delirious. Y’know, carrying a life sized replica doll around of my beloved late wife, Jordyn. But, that should be the very reason not to underestimate what I am capable of. “
“ See, Tristan. It’s when you begin to underestimate that the problem for you begins. You want to get comfortable. You’re probably knocking down the doors of Johnny Stylez, looking for a high. Maybe you’re phoning into Blair Buchanan, or is it Blair Stylez? Ah, who fucking cares?! She’ll still suck your dick, no questions asked. Colossal Mistake, Tristan.Even I wasn’t stupid enough to go down that road. Stand up. Fight. Beat your chest like a fuckin’ gorilla, but “
“ Just like Harambe,
you’re about to be put down. “
“ History tells me, Tristan, that you were once something to be reckoned with. Maybe that is the truth. Hell, maybe I’m not giving you enough credit. Matter of fact, let me just pump the brakes a moment. Tell me, do you want me to respect you? “
|| Hudson pauses. ||
SILENCE.
“ I’m waiting, Tristan. Cat got your tongue? “
|| Another pause. ||
SILENCE.
“ Okay, I guess the answer is NO. That’s what the silence tells me, after all. Go ahead, Tristan. Tell me that I am wrong. Shit. Tell me I am insane, but we already know that. We already know that I am insane. It’s written all over the walls.”
LITERALLY.
“ Nothing you do, and nothing can have done has been enough to make me believe you belong here. Your words, they mean zilch. Your talent, well, that’s about to betray you. See, Tristan. I am sick of it. Sick of falling to the wayside. Sick of being ridiculed. SICK of the likes of you getting your rocks off on taking advantage of my situation. “
“ NO MORE. “
“ NO MORE. “
“ NO MORE!! “
“ I’m over it. Over you. Over Nocturnal. Over Al Envy. Over Roger Wright. Over Dane Preston. Over anyone that believes they are true greatness. Over feeling trapped. Helpless. I am sick of it, all. And at Ignite, you’ll be sick of it, too. Sick of these hands knocking you down, time and time again. You’ll be sick of losing. Sick of me not knowing when to quit. SICK OF IT ALL. “
“ Welcome to my world, Ambrose.
Population: Fuckin’ Crazy. “
“ WAKE UP. WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
“ The beast has been awakened. Locked in a cage for far too long, Tristan. Come out, come out .. wherever you are. I am ready to play. Hide ‘n’ seek is child’s play. This is a man’s game, and I don’t believe you’re ready for it. Go ahead. Prove me wrong. PROVE US ALL WRONG. You can’t, can you? Incapable, just like the sick fuck that ruined my happiness. Just like the sick fuck that tried to bury me last week. I don’t die. I survive. I rise. “
“ I STAND VICTORIOUS.
Even in my darkest moment. “
“ Can you say the same, Ambrose? Ya’ see, kid, I’ve got an ass-whippin’ with your name written all over it. It won’t be gentle. Sure as hell won’t be enjoyable, for you. It’s time to set this shit on fire. It’s time to “
“ IGNITE!
Starting with your career going up in flames.”
“ I’m ready to be unleashed. To break free, because I’m tired of these restraints. Tired of being held back. It’s time to WAKE UP, rise up. Rest up, Tristan, you’re gonna need it. You’ve never seen evil like this, before. You’ve never seen the hell that I’m ready to unleash, starting with you. I haven’t gotten my justice, but you’re sure as hell about to get a riot. “
“ WAKE UP.
Your time is up. “
“ They keep telling me, Tristan, that I should be afraid. I keep asking, afraid of what? I wasn’t afraid of Nocturnal. I wasn’t afraid of a ladder match. I wasn’t afraid of Tommy Kain. I sure as hell am not afraid of Tristan Ambrose. But, you, kid? You should be afraid. Afraid of the demons that you cannot cast out. Afraid of the man that stares back at me in mirrors. Afraid.. of what your career may soon become. “
“ ITS ABOUT TO IGNITE!
And, not in the way you hoped.
Instead, it’ll go up in flames.
NIGHT NIGHT, Bitch.
Rest In Peace. “
“ I get it. I do. You keep coming up short. Full of empty promises. Las Vegas won’t change your luck. Not even if you manage to score with one of those high-class prostitutes. And, no, I don’t mean Blair this time. “
I wouldn’t degrade a Vegas prostitute like that.
Cheer up! They’re cleaner, at least?
“One thing .. I can say, Tristan, about what takes place at Ignite. Do not say I didn’t warn you. Do not say that you couldn’t see it coming. I told you. Right now, I am TELLING YOU. It’s coming. A reckoning, and it begins with you! I’m coming, and I’m bringing hell with me.”
“ CALL THE DEVIL!
Oh, wait. YOU’RE LOOKING AT
HIM. “
“ World Champ. Past tense. Former. That’s you. That’s me. FORMER. They think we are both washed up, Tristan. But, that is only true for one of us. And the other? Well, me, I’ll be walking out of Las Vegas having made you less than you already were. More than a has-been. You can say this with confidence: “
“ YOU WERE NEVER EVEN READY! “
“ Maybe they’ll give you an usher job afterward. “
“As for me. I’m going to the top. No longer the hunted, but the hunter. Going to the top. From the bottom. Stop me. “
“ I DARE YOU. “
|| The shadow on the wall grew taller. As if it went from sitting to standing. The figure, of course. The figure of Hudson McKnight, now seen in person. No longer a shadow. The room, padded white. Hudson was strapped, or formerly strapped in a straight jacket. Somehow, he managed to work his way out of them. Blood dripped from his arms, as it stained the white jacket. A cynical smirk crept across his lips, as he moved to the exit door. He began banging on the door, until someone came. Someone showed up, opening the door. In one quick motion, Hudson barreled them over, and took off for freedom. Alarms sounded, but it was too late. Hudson was gone. Free. ||
“ Call his emergency contact! “ one of the aids shouted, as they witnessed Hudson cross the highway.
“Mr. Dorsey, he escaped..”
FADE 2 BLACK!