Finding One's Way Back Home

by Knife to Know You July 26th 2010, 12:54 pm

Finding One’s Way Back Home

After that day…after the day that I finally freed myself from the Red Triangle Circus…I didn’t know what to
do with myself. I had no home really, no friends, no family. All I had were my knives…but they were all that I needed.

I left the Red Triangle Circus that night and vowed never to come back. I began to walk…not really in any
particular direction. If I was hungry or thirsty I stole what I needed from stores. But the most important feeling…the feeling I knew I had to maintain…was the feeling that came over me when I killed. So when the feeling began to lack…I simply found a way to fulfill my need…finding someone that would not be missed wasn’t too hard…

I was hiding out in Buffalo when I heard the news…the Red Triangle Circus was coming to Buffalo…and
the main event was something that I knew I had to see. The giant oaf Cotton the Clown was facing someone named Nick Ridicule. I had never really seen any sort of wrestling match before. Cotton had wrestled a few guys during my time with the Red Triangle Circus…but those matches were always so one sided. The other guy got in the ring…and Cotton destroyed him.

I had always wanted to get into the ring with Cotton. I knew I could beat him. The motherfucker was big…but I
knew all I had to do was distract him. Somehow threaten to hurt Candy…and he would go down fucking hard. I knew the secret…but the manager never let me fight Cotton. He knew I would win…and he couldn’t have his monster being harmed.

I smiled wickedly as I thought about the Red Triangle Circus’ impending visit. Maybe if I went to the show, I could
jump into the ring at the right time and show everyone that Cotton was only human. He wasn’t a destroyer…he was simply another overhyped joke…like Shadow Demon.

I began walking to the northern part of the city. I had a general idea as to where the RTC would be. There was
a big field just outside of town that I was sure they would use as a place to set up their tents. As I neared the field I began to think about my physical appearance. If I just showed up back at the Red Triangle Circus someone would surely recognize me. I hadn’t bothered buying new clothes…I was always moving from one place to another. I also re-applied my make up daily. I knew that it was not the smartest move but for some reason the make up gave me a sense of identity. I didn’t know my own face when the make up washed off and I saw my own reflection. I had grown so accustomed to being the knife wielding clown that to be anything would be just wrong.

Regardless, I knew I had to obtain some sort of disguise. As I neared the field where the Red Triangle Circus was set up I walked around to the back of the tent where I knew all the employee tents would be set up. As I walked around the big tent I heard the sugary music and the familiar sounds of the show going on inside. I laughed to
myself, while they were in there performing for the masses I would obtain my disguise.

I walked around the back of the big tent and saw the familiar outline of the clown costume tent. I crept up to
the medium sized tent and pressed my ear against it. I could not hear any voices inside and so, after listening for awhile, I crept inside. I entered the tent and saw the familiar rack of clown costumes to my right. To my left were
the dozens of chairs and mirrors and make up tables that the clowns used when applying their make up. I walked over to the costume rack and quickly grabbed a costume that looked like it would fit me. I pulled my old ratty costume off and put on a new one, making sure I put my knife belt back on under my new costume. I then turned and walked over to the make up tables and applied a fresh coat of make up to my face. I smiled at the mirror as soon as I was done applying my new make up. I was ready to blend in.

I exited the clown costume tent and slowly began walking towards the big tent where the sounds of the organ drifted out on the cool spring air. I walked up to the entrance and opened the tent flap part way to see what was going on inside. Inside the tent, the members of the Red Triangle Circus were putting on a show. The lion tamers were taming their lions with sharp cracks of their whips, the clowns were juggling an array of knives and bowling pins, the elephants were being led around the outer circle of the large ring. But, instead of the middle of the ring being empty, there was something set up.

I leaned forward and saw a large wrestling ring set up in the middle of the tent. I frowned, normally Cotton would set up his own tent in order to participate in his squash matches…he had never set up his ring in the middle of the big tent’s floor like this. I looked around the inside of the ring, making sure everyone was busy and focused on their individual performances before I snuck into the big tent. When I walked into the tent I expected to hear the laughter and sounds of amazement from the sold out audience. I expected to hear little girls and boys giggling in delight while their parents judged the poor bastards they knew to be trapped in this dead end job. Instead, when I entered the big tent and looked up at the stands, I saw that the entire tent was empty.

I was shocked to see that the entire tent was empty. Not a single fan was anywhere in sight. I began to walk goofily towards the wrestling ring…I smiled evilly as I saw Candy the Clown sitting on the top rope filing her nails and pretending not to watch the other members of the circus perform. But I knew better, I knew that even though she looked focused on her nails, her senses were always alert…always on the prowl for an opportunity to point out someone else’s shortcomings.

I began to walk goofily towards the ring, I would kill Candy first and then dispatch with Cotton while he was
mourning the loss of his beloved mouthpiece. As I walked toward the ring I suddenly heard a strange voice call out.

???- Am I interrupting something?

I stopped moving and turned my attention towards the entrance. A tall muscular man with a red Mohawk had suddenly appeared in the entrance way of the tent. I knew just from looking at him that he was a seasoned warrior and I could see the burning fires of determination in his eyes as the man cast his gaze around the inside of the tent. The clowns stopped juggling and the lion tamer stopped taming his lion. The lion tamer then suddenly screamed out

Lion Tamer- Attack!

The lion tamer pointed at the man with the Mohawk and his lion let out a mighty roar. As the lion began bounding towards the man, a managed to see a blur suddenly whiz past me. Before I could tell what was going on, a giant fist suddenly connected a sickening backhanded slap to the face of the lion. The lion was flung halfway across the
ring, whimpering in pain. As soon as the blur stopped moving…I saw the familiar form of Cotton the Clown. Cotton was towering over the man with the Mohawk, trails of spit dripping down his chin as he seemingly prepared to eat the man. Instead of begging Cotton for mercy or trying to run away, a smirk appeared on the man’s face as he looked up at Cotton.

???- Hey big guy, long time no see

Cotton’s hand suddenly shoots out and wraps around the man’s throat. Cotton lifts the man high into the air, staring crazily at the man as the man tries struggles to free himself from Cotton’s grasp. A clown walks over to Cotton and the man.

Clown- You two are the main event here tonight! NLWF Championship versus Red Triangle Circus Championship.

I laughed to myself. Cotton had not only made up his own stupid championship…but he had named himself the
champion as well. I stopped a thought for a moment, if this man was going to fight Cotton in the main event…then that must mean the man with the red Mohawk was Nick Ridicule. While everyone in the tent’s focus was on the confrontation between Nick and Cotton, I slowly walked off to the side of the ring. I hopped the barricade and melted into the darkness of a gap between two sets of bleachers.

Nick Ridicule- I’ll pass

The clown gave Nick an evil smile

Clown- you’ll fight, or you’ll be killed

Nick gives the clown a bemused grin

Nick Ridicule- those are my choices?

Clown-yup

Nick Ridicule- tough choice, but I guess I’ll fight

Cotton the Clown roars, then drops Nick Ridicule and walks to the ring. As soon as Cotton dropped Nick I could see Nick’s eyes dart from one entrance to the next, desperately searching for a way out. But clowns and elephants were blocking one exit, while the lion and his tamer were by the other side exit. After determining that there would
be no escape, I could see Nick look at Cotton the Clown in the ring, who motions for his Cotton Candy Breaker move, mimicking breaking Nick over his knee. Again, I had to restrain myself from laughing. Cotton always did that
stupid taunt before every match; it didn’t matter if his opponent for that night was a 90 woman or a 300 pound man. That was another thing I hated about Cotton…he was all about the show…where as I was always about action. Nick slowly walks over to the ring and climbs inside, not taking his eyes off the massive opponent who awaits him.

Nick Ridicule- Cotton, I hope you understand that I don’t have time to fight you. How about you come back to the NLWF, and I fight you at a Pay Per View event, in front of people! I need to go and save Ashley and Alison from Death Angel…

I actually let out a low chuckle as I watched the man named Nick try and bargain with the stupid giant known as
Cotton the Clown. Didn’t this apparently retarded man know he was talking to the wrong clown? If he wanted Cotton to be called off, all he had to do was find something or someone better to bribe Cotton’s master with. As soon as I chuckled, the sound partially echoed off the two empty bleachers beside me. I sharply inhaled as I saw Candy the Clown whirl around, her eyes seemingly staring directly at me. I knew she couldn’t see me though. I was sheltered by the darkness…there was no way she could…

Candy immediately refocused her attention back on the action that was suddenly unfolding in the middle of the
ring. Nick runs at Cotton and is clothesline down. He grabs at his chest in pain, from the massive club of an arm smashing into him. Cotton jumps up and looks for a leg drop but Nick Ridicule rolls out of the way, then under the
rope to the ring apron.

Cotton the Clown- RRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRRGGGGGGG

Nick Ridicule stands up on the apron, then runs to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Cotton the
Clown stands up and Nick leaps off the top turnbuckle and missile dropkicks him, pushing him into the corner. Nick stands up and runs at Cotton, then Nick Kicks him in the corner. Cotton lifts Nick Ridicule up and power bombs him. I surveyed the action in the ring, a smirk on my face. This Nick Ridicule guy had some spunk…I’d give him that.

Nick Ridicule- WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP ALREADY!

I was suddenly confused, why was this Nick man screaming to wake up? Was he delusional? Was he under the
impression that he was dreaming? If this were the case then it wouldn’t matter how much spunk Nick had…he would eventually be slaughtered by Cotton like all the rest. Cotton the Clown lifts Nick Ridicule up by the back of his neck, then lifts him high over his head, setting up the Cotton Candy Breaker. Cotton the Clown brings Nick Ridicule down towards his knee. Instead of connecting the Cotton Candy Breaker though, Nick uses Cotton’s own force against him and rolls through the move, catapulting Cotton across the ring. Cotton connects with the turnbuckle face first and stagger about the ring, clearly dazed. Nick flips up and immediately runs at Cotton again, connecting a Nick Kick. Cotton falls down to one knee. Nick backs up and super kicks Cotton, connecting his foot right under Cotton’s jaw. Cotton’s head snaps back and he falls onto his back.

Nick looks around and sizes the opportunity. He quickly climbs to the top rope and, after pausing for a moment,
dives off, connecting a Swanton Bomb onto the prone form of Cotton the Clown. Cotton bellows in pain as Nick’s body falls out of the sky and lands directly on Cotton’s sternum, driving the wind from Cotton’s lungs. Nick immediately gets to his feet and exits the ring. He pauses and gives Candy a dirty look before turning his back and grabbing the ring steps. Nick picks up the ring steps and tosses them into the ring. Nick then looks under the ring and, after searching, removes a table, which he then also slides into the ring.

Nick re-enters the ring and sets the steel steps up right next to where Cotton’s body lay. Nick then grabs the
table and sets it up so that it is straddling the steel steps. A curious smile appears on my face as I wondered to myself if this Nick Ridicule had some sort of plan or whether he was just doing whatever came to his mind next.

Nick then turns and grabs Cotton, forcing the giant man to his feet. Nick connects a right hook, then a left hook, and then follows it up with another Nick Kick, causing Cotton to stagger back into the corner. Nick then grabs one of Cotton’s legs and forces it up onto the top rope. After succeeding in getting one of Cotton’s giant legs up onto the top rope, Nick grabs Cotton’s other leg and forces that one up onto the top rope, forcing Cotton to be laying across the top ropes on his stomach.

Nick then ducks down and struggles to lift Cotton onto his shoulders. I began to laugh openly; the mere thought of lifting Cotton was insane. There was no way this man could possibly hope to lift this giant. I didn’t even realize that Candy had turned her attention from the match and was once again staring directly at my hiding spot. I didn’t even care though…the scene unfolding in front of me would be the biggest joke…

The laughter suddenly died in my throat as Nick managed to get Cotton onto his shoulders. Nick slowly struggles
to climb to the second rope, causing the entire ring to begin to tilt towards the corner Nick was in due to the sheer weight of both men. As soon as Nick manages to get to the second rope, he jumps off. Nick begins to bring Cotton down for a Death Valley Driver but, instead, flips Cotton over halfway through the move and tombstone piledrives Cotton’s head and neck directly through the table and onto the steel steps.

Any and all sounds in the big tent suddenly stop. The only sound one can hear is the sound of Cotton beginning to let out a rawr…which is cut short as his neck snaps when his skull connects with the steel steps. Cotton’s body immediately goes limp and falls to the canvas. Candy lets out an ear piercing scream which seemingly shatters the
silence

Candy the Clown- ATTACK! KILL HIM!

Instead of attacking though, every one of the Red Triangle Circus employees turns and runs out of the tent and off into the night. Candy watches in shock as all of her employees turn tail and run off. She slowly turns around to see Nick Ridicule glaring at her from inside the ring. Nick stands up and slowly walks over to the edge of the ring. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the top rope, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily.

Nick Ridicule- Your winner, STILL NLWF Champion and NEW Red Triangle Circus Champion…Nick Ridicule

Nick then ducks under the ropes and snatches the Red Triangle Championship from Candy’s hands. He tosses it
over his right shoulder and walks calmly to the exit of the tent. He opens the flap of the tent and, before walking off into the night, he casts one last look at the dead Cotton. I swore I could almost see a look of sadness in Nick’s eyes as he looked at the fallen Cotton the Clown. Nick shakes his head and storms out of the tent.

A look of pure sorrow is on Candy’s face as she slowly climbs into the ring. She walks over to the body of Cotton and falls to her knees. She then begins to weep. I, too, am rooted to the spot, unable to move from the darkness. I had to replay the scene over and over again in my head…there was no way that this Nick Ridicule had just walked into the Red Triangle Circus, gotten into the ring with the seemingly invincible Cotton the Clown…and not only defeated Cotton but actually killed him?

I suddenly feel the shock wear off and be replaced by a sense of helplessness. I was supposed to kill off Cotton. I was supposed to be the one that rid the Red Triangle Circus of Cotton the Clown forever. Now that Nick had killed Cotton…what was I going to do?

Suddenly, the sounds of Candy weeping bring me out of the haze of confusion and helplessness. If Cotton was
dead…then that meant that Candy was unprotected…

A wicked smile suddenly spread across my face as I slowly reached into my costume and removed my sharpest
knife. I took the jacket and shirt of my costume off and slowly walked out from the shadows of my hiding place. My adrenaline began to flow as I silently crept over the barricade and began to stalk the crying Candy the Clown who was still knelt over the dead Cotton in the middle of the ring.

As I neared the ring, I flashed back to the cold stare that Candy had given me the night I had joined up with
the RTC. I flashed back to when Candy sicked Cotton on me and had Cotton throw me into a steel barrel full of sand, which knocked me unconscious. I remembered every sneer, every harsh comment, every cruel thing Candy had ever done to me…and my smile widened. This kill would assure that the good feeling didn’t go away for a long time.

I put the knife in my teeth and slid into the ring behind Candy. I slowly stood up and walked over and stood behind Candy’s sobbing form. As I looked down on her I felt the anger and rage that had built up over the years that I had been with the RTC. I grabbed the knife from my teeth and raised it high into the air.

Knife to Know You- it’s been…so very Knife to…

Before I could finish what I was saying Candy cut me off

Candy the Clown- I saw you in the shadows…welcome back home

I began to bring the knife down, but froze as soon as I heard her talk. Had she really just welcomed me back home? What home was she referring to? As I tried to puzzle the answers to these questions out, Candy turned around and stood up.

Candy the Clown- it’s been too long Knife

I quickly put my knife back into my belt and tried to look intimidating

Knife to Know You- I am here to finish what I vowed to do so long ago Candy

Candy sniffs and wipes a tear away, causing her make up to smudge. She casts a sorrowful gaze down at the
dead body of Cotton

Candy the Clown- he and I had been a good team for a long time…

And just like that, the look of sorrow and sadness on Candy’s face instantly turns into an evil smirk as she
looks up at me

Candy the Clown- but his death just means that I need to start looking for a new partner

I turned and looked at Candy, my hand wandering to my knife belt, my fingers wrapping around the handle of my
favorite knife

Knife to Know You- I haven’t forgotten your cruelty towards me in the past

Candy giggles and leans forward, purposefully accentuating her cleavage

Candy the Clown- Have you ever heard of a place called the No Limit Wrestling Federation?

I laugh…had I ever heard of it…

Knife to Know You- I was a member of the roster for a week before I was forced to go into hiding. The police were closing in on my location and I knew it wasn’t safe to go on TV every week to protect someone as useless as Havoc and Justin Kash

Candy’s smile widens as she walks towards me, shaking her hips seductively

Candy the Clown- You know….under my…special…brand of management…

Candy suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the cock. I tried to jump back but she tightened her grip on my
cock, keeping me from moving

Candy the Clown- I managed Cotton to multiple titles. I still have the number of the NLWF talent agency people. I could manage you in NLWF so much better than I managed Cotton…

She slowly rubs my cock and gets up on her tippy toes and gently kisses the spot right below my ear lobe. Suddenly, she bites my earlobe and reaches out with her other hand digs her nails into my chest.

Candy the Clown- What do you say Knife? Will you be the World Champion that Cotton never was?

I try to concentrate on all the evil things Candy and Cotton had done to me over the years during my time with
the RTC…but Candy continues to kiss my neck and she slowly reaches down my pants and grabs my cock. A smile slowly spreads over my face as Candy slowly begins to pump my shaft

Knife to Know You- Sounds Knife to me…

There are some things that don’t live up to the hype. Shadow was so kind in pointing out Havoc’s numerous returns as being a prime example of being something that was hyped up pretty hard…but then failed to meet expectations. But there is also something that failed to meet expectations…or should I say…someone

I have done my research Shadow. I know that you were living large a month or so ago. You were feuding
with Corey Casey over the, then, Undisputed Championship. Yes, life was good for the man known as Shadow Demon…

But then you disappeared. No one quiet knows where you went. You fell out of the Undisputed Championship
picture…but still managed to become Rated-R Champion. You managed to retain a piece of gold and a little shred of your dignity…

But then what happened little Shadow? You forfeited your belt at the first sign of a challenge…or should I say…at the first sign of an overrated piece of trash like Ryan Hawk. You went from the longest reigning Universal Champion in NLWF history to forfeiting title matches to the retarded Hawk brother.

I would say it was better to have been in the NLWF and accomplished nothing then to be in the NLWF and leave
a fucking disgrace. Hell…you aren’t even a disgrace…you are a coward. Not only did you not even bother to defend your belt, you simply just forfeited it. The Dark Hero dipshit shows his true colors and turns tail and runs at the first sign of trouble…or Ryan Hawk…

Resurrection of Respect 2 will see a resurrection all right…it will see the resurrection of the day of the clown. NLWF will have its true clown resurrected…after I finish destroying you that is…

It’s been…so very Knife to Know You Shadow Demon…