Oppression|| Match Three||Knight vs Walker

[Vince McMahon]

Match 3: Christian Knight vs Kenneth Walker
Casket Match

Christian Knight finally gets what he wants in the form of rematch with a former WWE Hall of Famer named Kenneth Walker. Ken steps in the ring one last time to prove that he's still got it while Knight is out for retribution. Will this be the final nail in Ken's career, or will Knight have to face a dark loss.

RP Below

[Christian Knight]

We are afraid to care too much; for fear that the other person does not care at all. - Eleanor Roosevelt

I find myself smiling more often now. I find myself each day waking up in a better mode. I am more energetic, more motivated, more vibrant then I have felt in long time. For the longest time I felt that I had no felt that faith would never come, but it came. I felt that I would stay in the Wally in self-pity that I wouldn’t be able to escape this black void of sorrow. But then I found joy. I thought that I would end up alone, but I broke out of that solitude. I felt that I was living in my own hell, but now I find myself living like I’m in heaven. All of that. I owe to Rebecca. The feelings that have begun to fluster inside me that I no longer thought that I could feel again, have begun to fluster again. The slow paced heart beat that I thought I’d be stuck with has now begun to quicken and fill with joy. Rebecca as shown me another way. She has shown me happiness and that I can have it, all I have to do is just want it. I want us to have a life together. I want us to enjoy the little things.

I know that my time as a professional wrestler is winding down. I know there aren’t many things left for me. I’ve already accomplished everything I’ve sought out to achieve. After the dust is settled and the smoke as cleared and the time comes to hang up my boots, I’ll have a life to go to. Someone to come home to. It will be bittersweet as this chapter of my life will come to a conclusion, but another chapter remains unwritten. Another chapter remains to be told. The chapter that comes after professional wrestling. The one that you make after everything is said and done. I look forward to that day as each day it comes nearer. I look forward to having a life with you Rebecca. The passion for professional wrestling will always run deep in my blood. It will always serve a place in my heart. But when the time comes I will leave it all behind me. I will do the necessary thing. I will do it all for you. I finally found the one thing that I thought I’d never find again. I will cherish that. One thing I won’t do is squander it.

It’s a necessary Sacrifice.

Sacrifice

Ken, you resemble everything that I am not. You resemble a man who has lost it all. You lost your wife to your obsession with alcohol. You lost your son to an addiction to professional wrestling. You barely even keeping touch with your “Brother” Austin anymore. What happened Ken? What caused you to go down that path? What made you think that professional wrestling was more important than being a father? What made you think that professional wrestling was more important than being a loving husband?

At what point did you think it was worth sacrificing it all and all for what. For the thrill of the crowds, for the passion and desire to do what you any wrestler loves doing and that’s to get in that squared ring and put on the best performance that one can put on? Let me ask you a question. How come you never took you son on the road with you? How come you never once took Lilly with you on the road? And you sit at home wondering why you lost her. You sit and wonder why you don’t have that connection with your son anymore? You wonder why you’re alone and you wonder why you have no one left to care about you? Is the reason why you wanted to throw everything away to cement a legacy? Was it so that when you left this ring and that when you left that people would remember you, that they would remember the days of your hard fought battles with Austin, that they would have this heartfelt laugh, that they would hold this image of you in their head of you pouring out that passion in that ring? That they would envision you getting back up again and again after you kept getting knocked down? That fire in your soul that you had when you stepped threw those ropes. The light you gave people when you put on a show? For the wrestling fans worldwide, for everyone that watched at home, they will remember you. It will be etched in there memory, like series of pictures, like as if time stood still for them? But your family. For Michael. For Lilly. The ones that mattered most. They will remember you for what you didn’t do. They will remember all the times that you weren’t there for them. For all the times you choice

Professional wrestling over them. You had no happy medium. For you there was only one thing important. That was professional wrestling. You couldn’t find it in you to hang up those boots. You couldn’t find it in you to leave it all behind? Tell me Ken. Was it worth it? Was it worth the sacrifice? Was it worth leaving your family behind? Was it worth leaving your wife alone with nobody to love, with no one to hug or to kiss? Was it worth leaving your son behind? No one to teach him what was right or wrong. With no one to teach him about the ways of life. About all the good things that life has to offer and all the bad things to avoid. Was it worth giving up your opportunity to be a father? Because Ken, if I had that opportunity I would have left all this behind to become a father. To be a loving husband.

To be there for my family. All of this and they say I’m the bad guy. You really need to take a good long hard look in the mirror ken. I good long hard look and if that answer is No. No that it wasn’t worth it. Then you’ll live with that regret. And that’s all you’ll have left after all is said and done. You’ll have nothing. No One. The only thing you’ll have left is a legacy. A legacy that you carved for yourself at the expense of your family.

[Kenneth Walker]

“At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with husband, a friend, a child, or a parent”

I wish I could have been a better man. 

I wish I could have been a better father. 

But I was not.

I’ve made so many mistakes in this world and I live with the repercussions of them every single day.

I thought I could juggle two different worlds. 

Kenneth Walker, the professional wrestler, the superstar who is adored by all.

And Kenneth Walker the husband and father, a man who was loved and revered by his wife and children.

It took losing everything and getting it back for me to realize just how wrong I was.

I remember Austin telling me a long time ago that there was no such thing in this world as a happy ending. His words struck me as jaded and cynical and I dismissed them as such. I was always fascinated with the idea of a happy ending, the good guy conquering the bad guy and riding off into the sunset with the damsel in distress. I thought that night after Wrestlemania was going to be my fairy tale fantasy becoming a reality.

I was wrong.

God I was such a fool.

I knew I was toxic to them.

I knew the problem was me.

I thought that removing myself from their lives was going to be the hardest decision I ever made…..it wasn’t.

I thought that getting myself put together was going to be the hardest decision I ever made……it wasn’t.

Do you know what was?

The night I looked myself in the mirror and decided that it was time for me let them back in. The night terrors that used to wrack my body on a nightly basis had finally subsided. The ravenous need to get that fix from the needle going into my arm had finally passed. For the first time in a truly long time, my mind was clear and I knew that I needed to let my family back in.

I was terrified of it being awkward. I had told myself that Austin, Lily and Michael had moved on as if I never existed. Honestly if they had, I couldn’t really blame them. 

But do you know something?

It wasn’t.

It wasn’t the slightest bit awkward whatsoever. 

That night when I walked into Austin’s living room, it was as if time stood still.

The two of them looked at each other stunned, and then at me. I remember my hands; they are shaking so damn much that I had to force them into my pockets to get them to stop. Only mille seconds had passed, but honestly it felt more like an eternity. They stood up and looked at each other one more time before simultaneously hugging me. When the three of us embraced, it was like a huge weight was finally lifted off of my shoulders. It was as if we had never missed a beat. 

So this is what it was like to feel whole again.

Not bad for somebody who had it all taken away from him.

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Christian, you and I are a lot more alike than you may care to admit. 

Is that why you view me with such malice and contempt?

Is that why you needed to find me and draw me into this match?

Though I will say this.

You’re right.

You are absolutely one hundred percent correct. 

I did cement my legacy in this business at the expense of my family.

It’s a decision that I regret.

But Christian I was fortunate enough to have been given a second chance.

Much like the one you were given.

What was her name Christian?

Jessica…right?

The love of your life, your sole reason for existing in this world. She was taken from you in a truly tragic manner, and that guilt, I know the guilt you felt Christian.

It gnaws at your sanity.

It consumes your conscience.

It changes you Christian.

Left unchecked, it can destroy you.

You were given another chance Christian.

You used it to change your life. 

You found another woman that loves you.

Do you remember how empowered it made you feel?

Do you remember how you felt like you could change the world Christian?

You tried to tell me that my mistakes cost me everything Christian, but you were mistaken. 

Just as mistaken as you were when you came to seek me out that night in the bar.

I never really understood why.

What was it about the idea of facing me one more time that caused you to seek me out so voraciously?

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No matter. I don’t care about your answers.

I don’t care about your motivation.

All I know is this Christian.

I made a promise to those close to me that I would never again become the monster that I once was. 

But when something happens, those that have the power to take action have the responsibility to take action. 

You took this too far when you attacked my family Christian.

And now.

Your ass is mine..

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I know the risks of doing this.

But honestly I don’t care.

I know I am on borrowed time at the moment.

I know that at any moment the toll that I’ve put my body through over the years can catch up to me. 

But I don’t care.

Each time that I step through that curtain could be my last.

But I still just don’t care.

I can’t worry about me right now.

I can’t give myself any concern at the moment.

This isn’t about me.

Hell this is bigger than me.

This is a family matter.

I am doing what any father in my position would do.

This is for you Michael.

I love you son, even though you may not see that at the moment.

You always were and will be the best thing that ever happened to me son.