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AerialKnight · **10-04-2014, 12:33 AM**

The knight, Johnathan Heartsford, is seen walking around a local park to get some fresh air. He is striding along at a steady pace, enjoying the scenery as he passes a fountain and numerous amounts of business men, teenagers, parents, and whoever else is categorized in today's society. He takes a seat on the fountain and pulls a coin out of his pocket, pausing for a moment before tossing it into said fountain. He smiles and shakes his head, reminiscing the happier times with his family before he and his sister joined a wrestling federation. He shakes off the nostalgic feelings and focuses on the camera that just captured a moment of him being sad. Knowing that there is absolutely no way around his exposed weakness, he gives up and lets his feelings out on camera.

"So, Doctor D'Ville, you want me to let loose the problems that have been holding me back? Fine, I'll let you in on a little family history; then you'll know why my mindset is so fucked up beyond repair. It started when I was about eight or nine (I can't remember exactly how old I was) when I started hanging around some daredevil kids. I wanted to fit in, so I decided to act like them, behave like them, and do the stupid shit that they liked to do. I ended up doing a lot of stupid shit, too. I ended up jumping off of rooftops with bicycles, eating about two hundred insects, and probably destroying any self respect that I had. Peer pressure, ya know? Oh well, I had fun doing it at least."

"Anyways, in this period of my life heading towards puberty, I decided that pulling off stunts that no man could ever dream about doing in their life was my calling. I just loved the thrill of doing bizarre shit that I just decided I had to keep reliving the do or die feeling of life. I'm sure you can relate to those feelings, Doc. We all had them at some point."

The knight chuckles at this little remark.

"Anyways, when I hit the start of puberty (age thirteen if you have to know, crazy doctor), my sister, Syndi Heart was born. I have no idea why it's spelled the way it is, but the reason as to why it is isn't related at all to the story at hand. What is relevant, however, is that I not only had to deal with the joys and burdens of becoming a teenager, I also had to deal with having a sibling by my side. Don't get me wrong, having another person in the family is amazing and having another friend in my life, but this one likes to mimic everything I do at home. At first, I figured 'okay, she's picking up my habits at home because she thinks I'm a role model to her. I should use this attitude of hers to teach her how to be a nice person at home.'"

He sighs and looks up into the clouds.

"It worked for a little while, but then I turned twenty. That's the age when I decided to take up skydiving for a new hobby. My family was hesitant, but I had to tell them that I was my own man now; no matter what they had to say to me, I had to tell them I was in control of my life. My friends, the very same ones that I copied as a child, mind you, viewed my course of action in a much different light. You see, they told me to go for it, since it would be fun to watch one of their own jump out of an airplane and describe what it feels like in a scary amount of detail. I was young, stupid, and had very little inhibition at the time, so I decided to go for it."

The knight rests his hands behind his neck, reliving the good times once again.

"Do you know what it feels like to jump out of a helicopter, Doc? It's one of the most beautiful things in the world, next to the seven wonders and aurora borealis. Imagine a long drive in a car with a roll down roof, moving at seventy five miles per hour along the desert highway. It's a magnificent feeling alone, but now imagine that you're falling in that very same car. That road was leading you to a cliff, but it still feels like you're on the road. Now imagine that the brakes on that car can break the laws of physics itself once you hit it, but you don't slow down entirely. You go from driving like you're in the Indy 500 to passing along a school zone. Sure, I could have done a better job at explaining it than that, but there aren't enough words in the world to be able to describe the feeling correctly."

He closes his eyes and looks back down at the ground, coming back to reality.

"Of course, not all good things last forever, as the idiom goes. On my last dive before heading over to a friend's wedding, I was given a faulty chute. Neither of the parachutes would open and I started to panic. I was falling around five thousand feet above ground level fast. All the while I was thinking about what would happen if my family were to drive up to the hospital and see my mangled corpse on that gurney. And then, I decided the only way to go from that situation was to embrace death. At best I would wake up to the relieved yet disappointed looks on my parent's faces; at worst, I would find myself in an electric wheelchair having to be fed by a nurse that's way too thrilled with the idea of giving me a sponge bath. So, I was ready to have my body completely severed from limb to limb once I hit the ground. Then, after I came to terms with my likely demise, I hit the ground really damn hard. At least hard enough to the point where I was knocked unconscious."

He sighs once more.

"Well, you already know what became of me and why I decided to hang up skydiving for good. Aren't you glad that you listened to my story, Doc? I sure am. It cleared a lot of problems that were on my mind at the time. I bet you want to know what happened with me and my sister, yes? Well, she followed after me to become a wrestler, she fucked up one too many times in the business, and I had to kick her out for her own safety. Simple as that."

He wipes a bit of sand from his eyes, forgetting to do so earlier today.

"Now, that's enough about me and my sad little life story. Let's talk about your words as well as Wyatt's. I'm sure you've been dying to hear just what I have to say about what you two had to say about me. I don't blame you, actually. I'd be wondering what I'd say to you if I was a different person. Well, you have to wait no more."

The knight smiles as he reaches into his pocket once more, pulling out a thin, white business card with D'Ville's name printed on it.

"Yes, I have kept this card by my side as soon as you've given it to me. I like to treat whatever is handed to me as a sort of present. It's not really the best I could do for people that just hand over things for me, but it's the least that I could do for someone hands over anything to me. However, since we'll be meeting in the ring not too long from now, I think it's only fair that I toss it aside and meet in that squared circle."

Johnathan then tears up the card and tosses it into the fountain along with all of the change that lies at the bottom of the pool.

"You said it yourself; our appointment has been booked on Monday, so I feel that there's no need to continue carrying this card along with me. I wasn't even considering booking anything with you, yet the management did it for me. Kudos to them."

"Is my lack of steadfastness coming into this match an issue with my self confidence? Personally, I'd like to call it strategizing, but feel free to call it whatever you'd like with the medical credentials you have. Then again, that diagnosis is what I'd expect from someone spending a few minutes on WebMD and saying that they're a doctor. But wait, you said that my choices of opponents (which I can do nothing about most of the time) and timing in those matches are off. Champions are turning their backs on the fans after promising a savior, spacemen are getting their powers back after nearly evading execution, Gods themselves are coming down to this earth just to toy with the human race by taking part in matches like these,...and my timing is off? If you choose to deny what is happening in the federation and try to brush it off as dementia, insanity, or God forbid an overactive imagination, then you are no different from the rest of us."

The knight grins disturbingly.

"You are one of the men in this federation. Some of them fall between powerful, royal, delusional, inspirational, honorable, likable, and even eternal. You and Angelus are under the pseudo-intellectual category, especially Angelus. Now that our main champion, our supposed savior of this federation has become a destroyer, I feel as if it's my responsibility to become the peasant's champion. The honorable knight they can turn to when they depend on safety. The face of the XWF, if they so choose to call me. Believe it or not, the match was originally supposed to involve you and me, no third man whatsoever. If Wyatt hadn't gotten involved and seared his name into your flesh, it would've stayed that way."

The knight's smirk turns into a full blown smile.

"Now what about Sir Reynolds? The hitman of the XWF? Well, he did tell me that I was a great wrestler, much like I told Sir D'Ville that he was a great wrestler. However, the good man is discrediting me in this match. He doesn't think I can win this match, even though knights are known for their courage. None of the men I'm facing have any sort of royalty to their name, nor do they have any power over a knight. I have a little message for Sir Reynolds, regardless if he gets it or not. Come Monday night, I'll make it, I'll finish the jobs that I've started, and I'm sure as hell it will be at both of your expenses."

He stands up from the fountain, beginning to walk away from the camera.

"Just when you think that the dragon has finally conquered the knight, he pulls out all the stops needed to make sure that he'll stay alive long enough to share his tale with everyone in the town."

With that, Johnathan walks out of the camera's field of vision, leaving the cameraman behind to pick up footage of the torn up card floating on the water. The scene fades as the remnants sinks to the bottom of the fountain.

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