Post by rkoreborn on Jan 31, 2007 23:46:00 GMT -5
The Real KnockOut
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On a dark, cold night, a large, muscular man is wandering the streets of Chicago. It is his final night in the windy city before he moves to his new home in Miami. The man is walking in a sulky manner down Madison Street, seemingly in remembrance of his soon-to-be former hometown. All of the memories he had when he was growing up, all of the issues that he faced, are now a thing of the past. RKO gets to live in Miami, in South Beach. Violence is not a problem down South. But RKO realizes that while he has a luxurious condo awaiting him, there is a part of him that cannot let downtown Chicago leave him. The cold, disinterested streets that RKO has called "home" his whole life, are no more. By tomorrow, these streets will be just that; streets. Nothing more, nothing less. RKO wants to get some sleep, but he has one more thing he needs to do first. RKO heads down W. Madison Street, to visit the United Center one last time.
RKO: "Is this what I really wanted? Is it really...the end? I have known W. Madison Street my whole life...and now I am abandoning...my home. My home for my whole life. The streets of Chicago have raised me to be who I am today. But now, I leave these cold, yet friendly streets behind. It is time to visit the United Center...for one more time."
RKO, remembering a secret passage to enter the home of the Bulls and the Blackhawks, enters the United Center. As he walks down its historic halls, he notices that the arena is already set up...for wrestling. Wrestling. What is wrestling? Is it a sport? Is it entertainment? To RKO, wrestling is none of that...
Wrestling...is his life.
As RKO enters the arena, he realizes that WWE is in town...bunch of fools, RKO thinks; they wouldn't know wrestling from the circus. RKO wonders what does WWE know about the business that he doesn't? But alas, RKO doesn't care about that right now...as RKO enters the ring, he imagines a packed house around him, all there to watch...him. It has been a long time since anybody cared about what he was doing, or what championship belt he wore, or what match he won that night. Now...hes been relegated to an empty arena to explain his thoughts to.
RKO: "Its been...a long time. Its been a long time since I've performed in a ring. Its been a long time since my name...was chanted. I remember the good ole' days...in WCXF. All the fued...me, Makaveli, G-Dawg, Dark Halo, the names go on and on...WCXF was the best time of my life, and I wished that it never would end...
But WCXF is gone...and what is left of it? Memories...and nothing else.
But, I am still left from the remnants of that damned corporation. My company may have been taken away from me, but my spirit still remains. I know Makaveli has recently opened a new federation up in the south...XVI I believe it is called. That fool won't know what is coming to him...
'Cause RKO is back, and I'm pissed off..."
As RKO exits the building, the lights dim on the United Center...and on the memories RKO has...of his home.