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My Name Is Vincent Knight
Topic Started: Jun 1 2017, 03:57 PM (104 Views)
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The restless crowd buzzed as PRW Rage returned from commercial break. That impatient grumbling quickly changed into cheers as a familiar theme played over the PA system.



The cheers amplified as a hoodie wearing figure stepped through the curtains. His face was barely visible but it was clear a wide smile was on his face. He quickly marched down to the ring as chants of "Welcome Back!" echoed throughout the arena. When he reached the ring apron, he climbed onto it and turned around, facing the electric crowd. One hand was lifted towards his head while his other hand formed a finger gun and pointed it right at the audience. Taking a beat to soak everything in, he ripped the hood down from his head, revealing the smirking face of Vincent Knight.

Brunswick: This man made a shocking return at Superbattle, lasting until the final three along with Manik Mercer and Joey Nox!

Smith: It was shocking! Especially since the last time we saw him, he was laid out in a pool of his own blood by Insano!

Brunswick: I probably wouldn't want to bring that up to him anytime soon...
or ever.


Vincent Knight "fired" the finger gun and stepped into the ring, walking to the center of the ring and surveying the crowd. The smile still on his face, he went over to the edge of the ring and was handed a microphone while his music began to die down. Returning to the center of the ring, he began to speak.

You miss me?

The crowd roared back at him and he nodded before continuing.

I know I've been gone a long while...and I also know that some of you may not know me. Well, then let me remind everyone who the hell I am!

Vincent began to pace back and forth, the smile replaced with a look of harsh intensity.

I am the man that superkicks anyone that gets in his way! I'm the man who craves that adrenaline rush when my blood is spilled on this canvas! I am the jack of all trades, good at everything, bad at nothing!

He stopped, staring directly into the camera while jabbing his finger at himself and breathing heavily. He shot a quick smirk before returning to the fierce determination.

I am the Knightmare that plagues every competitor in the PRW locker room...I am Vincent Knight and PRW IS MI-

Music quickly cut through Vincent Knight's words and he turned towards the stage, one eyebrow arched above the other as the microphone slowly drifted to his side.

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The music hit, perfectly cutting off Vincent Knight. He looked at the stage, irritated and waiting to see who interrupted him. Then John Malice and his crew of Dr. Dirty Sanchez and Big Mark! Malice had a mic in hand, and Big Mark gave an intimidating look at the tech guy, shutting off the music.

"Mine? Were you going to say mine?"

Knight raised the microphone back up to his lips, but was cut off by Malice.

"Please, don't answer. But can I ask you what you ever did to claim this company as your own? Because Dr. Sanchez and I have done our research-"

"Well mostly I did the research"

"And you don't have a whole lot to brag about. I mean, have you actually ever looked back at your career before? It's not very good. Dirty, how would you sum up this man's in-ring record?"

"Awful."

"Awful. You here that? Terrible. And I'm sure you're thinking 'oh! What do you mean? My name is Vincent Knight, the Resident Knightmare of PRW. I'm so scary, Roar! I have done so good in PRW!'. Don't worry, we took that into consideration."

"Looking back at your match at Bloodletting, it's safe to assume you suffered a major concussion that could still be impacting your thoughts now. You know, after that Insano Driver..."

"Which brings me to my point! Look back at your record, Vincent Knight. Your career is defined by one thing-.... Losing."

The crowd boo'd as Malice grew a grin. John had walked his way down to the ring steps, and stood on them, not entering the ring just yet.

"It started when you went soft. 'I'm going to do the right thing now!' you cried at a press conference. 'I'm no longer the bad guy! I'm going to be my true self!'... Then do you want to know what happened?"

Knight, clearly angry, looked ready to charge at Malice. He raised his mic, but Sanchez shouted "He's not done talkin' yet!"

"You lost to Marshall Cage. But that's okay. He was a rising star! You know what, that's all fine and dandy. But then guess what happened? You went and fought your own team mate... Well... Former team mate... at Bloodletting. And then what happened? Dr. Sanchez?"

"You lost."

"Oh! That's right, Vincent! You lost. Then you vanished, but came back. You wanted to win Superbattle. You wanted to win the big one. You wanted to go on to Summerfest and fight in the Main Event. You were so close. You were oh, oh so close! It was the final three, when guess what happened? Crowd?"

The audience didn't play along. They just boo'd out Malice, and he tapped his foot until they were finished.

"Well, that wasn't quite the answer I was looking for. Vincent, in that match, you lost. Do you see a pattern? Because I do. I see that you are absolutely nothing but a loser. So how dare you come into my ring? How come you walk right on in and act like you're the biggest, baddest guy in the locker room. You're not! You're nobody! And do you know what I am? I'm the IN! SPEAR! ATIO-"

Malice left himself distracted, and Vincent ran at him and swung over the ropes, hitting John with a hook that caused him and the mic to fall. The fans popped, and Knight rolled his neck as the two lackeys of Malice glared at him.

"Can I say something now?"


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Malice sat on the mat, his eyes wide as his hand massaged his lower jaw as Vincent Knight shifted his gaze to the two outside of the ring before settling on John again.

"You were right about a lot of things. I did have a lot of losses in PRW. Insano left me in a pool of my own blood. Joey Nox knocked me out of Superbattle. Marshall Cage beat me twice in the same night. So yeah, I've had a lot more downs than ups. But you know what's interesting?"

Vincent Knight leaned forward, his mouth shaped in a sneer as Malice pulled on the ropes and climbed to his feet, an indignant look on his face.

"I'm still standing here in the center of the ring, ready to throw down with whoever walks through that curtain! And I'm not standing alone! I'm standing with each and every single one of these people behind me!

At this, the crowd cheered and picked up a "Knight's gonna kill you!" chant as Vincent nodded along while John Malice rolled his eyes and turned towards Sanchez and Big Mark.

"Which brings me to you..."

Knight cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow arched higher than the other as John Malice stood there with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"Who are you again?...That's not a rib. I literally have no idea who the hell you are. Are you new? Did PRW just sign you?"

A few chuckles rang out in the arena as John Malice took a step forward, his finger jabbing at Vincent while Dirty Sanchez shouted from ringside. Vincent scoffed as he watched Malice's outrage.

"So you're not new? That explains a lot then. That means that you stuck around and yet you failed to make an impact. See, that's the difference between you and me. You make a little bit of noise, I make an impact."

Vincent began to count on his fingers, further infuriating John Malice and his posse.

"Endura, God rest her soul, I took her to hell and back. Impact. I created one of the most fearsome tag teams, Anarchy Inc! Not just in PRW history but the history of this industry! Impact. I made a triumphant return in Superbattle, lasting until the final three! Impact.

Vincent Knight took a step closer, his fist clenching at his side while his other hand tightened around the microphone.

"So go ahead and stick your nose up at me. It'll make it that much more satisfying to break it."

Vincent Knight dropped the microphone to the mat as he and Malice got closer to each other, jaw jacking as the crowd egged them on. Then, Vincent slowly turned his head away...before whipping it back towards Malice and spitting right into his face!

The crowd popped and "Oooh"-ed as Malice recoiled, stumbling against the rope as Sanchez and Mark entered the ring. Vincent Knight dropped to the mat and rolled out of the side, keeping his eyes on the trio as he made his way to the ramp. Sanchez rubbed at Malice's eyes while Big Mark leaned over the top rope and glared at the Knightmare.

Laughing, Vincent Knight walked backwards and lifted two birds towards the ring as Malice had cleared most of the disgusting saliva from his face and was now on his feet, spitting obscenities at the ever cocky Knightmare of PRW.
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