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RP against Wyatt Connors for the Elite Championship at Supercrash II.
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I want to say that this wasn't my first experience at shooting a documentary.
I don't want to say that it was something of a flight of fancy, a whim that began when I met Steve Knox again a few days prior to when I started filming him. People tell me I'm impulsive. They say I don't put a whole lot of thought into anything I up and do. Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm just a silly girl who still remembered her best friend growing up, wanting to see the real life of what he's doing now.
Truth be told, this was my first documentary.
I wanted to do something different for my topic, something that I felt could really be interesting.
So I thought to myself, "Why not use Steve?"
Okay, I admit it, that was a bad thought. I mean, the way that sounded, that probably sounded like I thought of him as something I could use and dispose of. And, really, I've known Steve way too long to just write him off as a mere "object" to me. At the very least, I would have been straightforward in actually telling Steve that I was using him. Really, I picked Steve because he was the person most familiar to me, and I hadn't seen him in a while.
So, this was my attempt to understand a day in the life of Steven Anthony Knox.
- Alice Wright, first entry, 09.28.08
* . *
Steve Knox had a lot of troublesome friends and people he considered to be colleagues.
Perhaps the most troublesome friend he had was the woman who was peering at him through a handheld video camera in his hotel room, which was the first thing he saw when his vision cleared from its sleepy haze. Steve Knox's dreams had been a lot less comforting since becoming the Elite Champion, and he really looked like he'd done a lot of tossing and turning that night. He was rather reluctant to actually tell anyone that it's because of some shaman named Talila who visited him in his dreams, mostly because the very concept of telling people this was crazy.
Most men would at least partially enjoy the sight that Steve saw when he awoke.
The woman standing there, filming Steve as he awoke, was a blonde-haired woman in her early twenties. She was a little above-average in height, somewhere around five feet and nine inches tall. She was actually twenty-two years of age, though her birthday was only in a month. Her hair was short and messy, kept only out of her face by the red hairband she wore on the top of her head. Both of her eyes were green, but slight heterochromia caused her left eye to be of a slightly lighter color of green than her right eye. She wore a light blue dress with pink ribbons, the skirt itself was at least calf-length and the very bottom of it was made of white lace. She wore black boots to complete this ensemble. The outfit seemed very familiar to Steve, but it was only on the cusp of his memory, as if hiding in a forest of trees so cleverly that he can only catch a glimpse of it before it disappeared again.
"Alice," Steve said in his groggy state, "Please tell me you're not standing there filming me trying to wake up?"
Alice Wright was Steve Knox's childhood friend. She was also his best friend, or at least, the one person he could trust when all others could fail him. They'd known each other since they were kids, and a large part of that was because Alice's father had been a professional wrestler, as well.
"You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to this." Alice said, frankly. She was never a person that would mince words. She was always perfectly frank and honest, almost to the point that her words can become verbalized manslaughter.
It was a trait of Alice's that Steve really hated.
Steve Knox sat up from his bed. He had been alone tonight, He was shirtless, so he looked for the nearest shirt to start with. He eventually found it in a black NFW T-shirt that he'd worn the day before, and slipped it on while Alice continued to film him.
"Are you just going to follow me around all day with that camera?" Steve asked, "I mean, I don't mind being followed around by a beautiful girl, but my posse already has two girls in it. It'd be beyond a threesome at this point."
"Hmph," Alice said, scoffing at the notion, "You're not nearly the hot commodity that you think you are, Steve."
Steve decided to brush that one aside.
Although Steve Knox was the one employed with New Frontier Wrestling, it didn't stop an entourage of people to start following him around after he signed with the company and started to get his name nationally recognized. His star and his stock had risen so fast that he was like a rock star of the wrestling world, which came with all of the perks and all of the pains that one would come to expect. At the very least, he'd be a rock star if he played all of the instruments and did all of the work.
Steve never referred to them as an "entourage", but as a "posse".
"Anyway," Alice said, "Please tell me you're not going to sulk around in here all day, because that'd make for a lousy documentary."
Steve smirked at her. It was an expression he did that she hated, because it usually entailed that he had something in mind, "Of course not. Today is promotion day."
"Promotion day?" Alice asked. She wasn't familiar with the real work Steve Knox put into his job. It was every bit about selling tickets and making profits as it was about physically punishing oneself inside the ring. It was about selling himself to the fans, to make himself a part of something that some fans could consider to be special. It could be an autograph signing, it could be a press conference, or it could be a charity event.
"Yeah," Steve said, walking towards the hotel bathroom, "Charity thing. It's actually kind of funny."
Alice followed Steve to the bathroom, "Why? You're going to dress up as the San Diego Chicken?"
Steve was inside the bathroom, but he turned around and leaned towards Alice and the camera. The only thing keeping him from falling over onto his face was the single hand that braced itself against the door's frame.
"Alice. It's Memphis, not California. I don't think they dress up as chickens around here, I think they dress up as cardinals or bears," Steve said, before he pushed away. Alice tried to follow him, but Steve was already closing the door, "I draw the line at filming me in the bathroom, Alice."
With that, Steve shut the door in Alice's face.
* . *
I admit that Steve alone wouldn't be able to give me a documentary I would like. So, I decided to ask the people closest to him... his so-called "posse". Through them, maybe I could ascertain some other facets of the man we know as Steve Knox.
I decided to start with the most recent member of this "posse", other than apparently myself.
- Alice Wright, second entry, 09.28.08
* . *
"You want me to talk about Steve?"
The camera had skipped ahead to a new scene. It was in a hotel lobby, clearly a Days Inn motel somewhere in the city. However, the more striking thing being filmed at this juncture is the young girl standing right in front of the camera.
The girl being filmed by Alice Wright and her camera is a girl in her early-20s, around Alice's age. She was around five feet and seven inches, and she had a bit of a thin, wiry frame. Her hair was red and close to the color of blood, long enough to get to the middle of her back. She had two long braids going down either side of her face. Highly nearsighted, the girl wore glasses because she had lost her contacts recently and was told by Steve that she really looked better with the glasses. Her eyes were bright, blue, and practically innocent and doe-eyed. Although the camera can see the girl wearing a white lace tanktop with spaghetti straps, they do not see anything below her abdomen. For the purpose of later argument, Marisa was wearing jeans and sneakers.
"Yes, Marisa," Alice said from behind the camera, "You're his bodyguard, aren't you?"
Marisa Silvernail, the redhead that Alice was interviewing, was one of the two women commonly associated with Steve Knox, and was a member of his "posse". As Alice just mentioned, she was his bodyguard, even though she was smaller and thinner than him. Mostly, Steve probably worried less about being shot than most "rock stars" in the wrestling world and more about being beaten to death, which Marisa could prevent because of two reasons. The first being that she was ridiculously cute, and thus, only a pure asshole would even strike at her. The second being that she was actually a highly talented martial artist.
"I suppose," Marisa said, looking away from the camera, "Although, I wouldn't say that too loudly, Alice. People make fun of him for having me as his bodyguard, you know. He's sensitive to that sort of thing."
"I'm sure he is," Alice said, sarcastically, "So, being his bodyguard, but seeing that you clearly don't look bodyguard material, what's it like? And is it worth it? Does he pay well? Feed you? What?"
Marisa reached up with her left hand to brush some of her hair back, "Oh, it's not bad work, really. I get paid well and I get to travel around with Steve. Plus, I get to travel around a lot and meet new people. Isn't that the sort of thing all people should get to do?"
Alice's silence could only mean that she was trying to think about what Marisa said.
"Anyway, I really need to get going. Steve's about to leave." Marisa said. She walked off-camera, and Alice turned the camera to watch the girl leave out the door alongside Steve Knox.
* . *
Marisa had always been a weird girl, but this whole bodyguard gig she's got going on really topped her on her weirdness.
I mean, seriously, how can somebody like her really be a bodyguard? That was my thought at the time. Either way, she had left with Steve and I was determined to follow them to the charity event to understand more of the man.
- Alice Wright, third entry, 09.28.08
* . *
Steve Knox had a tour bus.
In actuality, the bus he had in his possession was built for a wrestler to begin with. In fact, it once belonged to a man named Allen Brown for himself and his own "posse", the Blue Rogues. The bus was your typical tour bus, with an unusual paint job. The top half of the bus as painted black, but the bottom half had been paint in a blue color, with a line of white separating the blue and the black. Unfortunately, Steve hadn't gotten around to changing all of the paint on the tour bus, so while one side might have read "STEVE KNOX", the other side still distinctly read "BLUE ROGUES", and it was an oversight that annoyed him.
The bus driver was a large, heavy-set man named Gordon. His full name was Gordon Kennedy, and he was actually Scottish. Or, at least, he had the accent. Nobody really knew what Gordon said half the time, and Gordon didn't really talk much to Steve Knox or Alice Wright as they both entered Steve's bus. Steve had changed to an NFW T-shirt which read "I AM AWESOME" on the front, and a pair of jeans, while Alice didn't change her outfit at all.
Alice looked around the bus, noticing that it was like a tour bus. It had a kitchen, a bathroom, and even a place where at least eight people could sleep. After looking around for a bit, Alice spotted Marisa playing with what appeared to be a Nintendo DS, and she also spotted two more individuals.
One was a white, wannabe rap star who wore lots of fake bling, a white bandanna around his head, a "throwback jersey" which unfortunately was of the St. Louis Rams, and a pair of jean shorts. His name was Chris Chambers, and he was Steve's "disciple". The other was a white man wearing a purple, star-print mask with antennae poking out of the top of the mask. He wore a midnight blue suit with a white shirt underneath the jacket and a red tie, and he unusually wore black wrestling boots underneath his suit. All of that really didn't create a great fashion sense. His name was Cosmo Kid, and nobody knew what the hell he actually did in Steve's posse.
Alice decided to talk to Steve as soon as they were in the bus and Steve sat down at the nearest chair.
"So, you said it was funny that you're doing a charity event. Care to clarify that?" Alice asked.
Steve looked at Alice for a bit, before he smiled a bit.
"My boss wanted me to do it for promotional work. If you don't know about him, Alice... well, imagine a drunk-at-all-times pyromaniac, and that's him. On a *good* day." Steve explained. Alice nodded, though she didn't quite know what Steve meant at the time.
"How did you get a bus, anyway?" Alice asked, herself and her camera both looking around at the bus.
"I bought it for cheap from a guy I knew." Steve explained, though he stopped after a moment and didn't elaborate too much about it. Alice decided to ignore it, and moved on to her next question.
"Do you do a lot of charity stuff? You never seemed like the charitable sort, Mr. Egomaniac." Alice said, as bluntly as ever.
"Hey, you'd be surprised just how charitable that this egomaniac can do," Steve said, pointing at himself upon the word that best described him. Then he paused and looked seriously at the camera Alice held, "And yes. I do a lot of this kind of thing."
* . *
For a long time, I always thought Steve Knox didn't think about anything other than professional wrestling.
I'd known him long enough to know that this was his one real passion, that it was the thing that motivated him beyond all other things. In some respects, I'm still right on this... he does everything he does for the eventual intended purpose of his business as a wrestler. Even charity has the purpose of promoting the next big show he's participating in.
In my ongoing effort to really understand Steve, I decided to interview the more competent of the other two members of his so-called posse.
- Alice Wright, fourth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
The bus had clearly reached its destination, as the camera (and Alice) were not standing just outside of the bus as it was parked. Leaning against the bus, a nearly spent cigarette hanging from his lips, was the Cosmo Kid.
"How long have you known Steve, Mr... um..." Alice said, struggling to know Cosmo Kid's name.
"Cosmo." he responded. Despite being white, Cosmo Kid's voice was so deep that it could be mistaken for the voice of Barry White. He took a puff of his cigarette and blew out a perfect ring of smoke, "Cosmo Kid."
"But don't you have a real name?" Alice asked of the masked man, "Like, a name other than just 'Cosmo Kid'?"
The masked man calmly dropped his cigarette and put it out with a stomp of his wrestling boot. He looked at Alice and her camera, "I am Cosmo Kid."
Alice regretted not bringing any migraine medicine with her when she started her day. She decided that perhaps she should ignore the name issue and work this guy from another angle.
"So, Cosmo. I get what Marisa's job description is supposed to be, but what is it that you do for Steve Knox?" Alice asked, zooming the camera in a little further.
"Investigation." Cosmo said, simply. He was reaching into the pocket of his shirt for a pack of cigarettes. After he pulled it out, he reached in, grabbed a cigarette, and stuck it in his mouth.
"Investigation?" Alice asked, clearly confused at the statement, "What kind of investigation?"
Cosmo paused as he pulled out his zippo lighter from his other pocket and flicked it open, and then lit the cigarette in his mouth. After a puff, Cosmo looked seriously at the girl holding the handheld camera, "You're not wearing a bra right now."
The camera shook, not because Alice was putting it down or moving it much, but because she was literally shaking with rage, "How... the hell..."
Cosmo, despite possibly knowing how much his comment had already enraged young Ms. Wright, decided that elaboration was in order, "You enjoy the feeling of cotton against your nipp--"
And then the camera shut off.
* . *
I never really appreciated Cosmo after that little talk.
After I rammed my boot into his groin... repeatedly, I went on to follow Steve to the outdoor stage that was obviously the setting of his big charity event.
- Alice Wright, fifth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
There was a crowd of people in front of the tall stage, out in the middle of Shelby Farms park. The stage was more of a wooden platform with a blue tarp over the top of it, and a podium with a microphone attached to the top of it. There were chairs where some prominent members of Memphis' local government sat.
Alice and her camera followed Steve Knox and Marisa Silvernail as they walked towards the stage from the side, an area that had fewer people in the crowd. While Marisa and Alice stood at the side of the stage, Steve stepped onto the stage and went up to the podium. Fans went wild as Steve approached the podium and placed his hands to the sides of it. Steve stood there for a moment, taking in fan reaction in Memphis.
"Hi there." he said into the microphone.
And the crowd went wild. Alice turned to Marisa, although she did not turn the camera away from Steve, "Does he always start his speeches like that?"
"Yup," Marisa explained, "Unless he's cutting a wrestling promo."
Marisa and Alice turned their attention back to Steve, who had that wide smile on his face he got when he was on to something. It was also a look on his face that tended to worry the two of them.
"My name is Steve Knox," he said to the adoring crowd, "And every day, I work to bring my awesome to you... the fans."
"Oh, boy," Marisa commented to herself, "This can't bode well."
"What?" Alice asked, "What's wrong?"
What Marisa wanted to warn Alice about was that Steve Knox was utterly abysmal at making speeches if they were not some sort of wrestling promo. It was how he was, it was how he thought, and the worst part was that he would rather reject a speech written for him and ad-lib a promo than say words that didn't sound like him. Although Marisa hadn't been travelling with Steve very long, she had known him since they dated in high school and knew these types of quirks.
In other words, Marisa knew what Steve Knox was about to do.
Steve looked down at the speech that had prepared for him... and casually picked it up, balled it up, and flinged it over his shoulder. It accidentally hit the deputy mayor of Memphis right in the forehead, but Steve didn't even notice. He had this look on his face that Alice would come to know later as "Steve entering the Zone". Alice didn't know what "the Zone" was, and she really didn't want to know.
"See, I came here tonight because, as a participant in a charity softball game for cancer, I'm clearly an agent of destruction against the forces of all things pro-cancer. That's right, cancer. Your days? They're numbered. See, cancer, while you toil about in human bodies, kicking our collective asses from within... you fail to realize just how awesome the forces of Steve Knox and softball are when combined together. With every swing of that bat, with every throw of that ball, with every freaking game-saving catch of the ball... cancer takes a blow. And I won't stop, not even after the final out is made, not even after we go home and sleep comfortably in our beds, not until cancer is defeated and destroyed!" Steve ranted.
Ever hear a crowd of people make a sound entirely composed of silence?
Now you have.
Alice can only groan, but noted that Marisa had a small smile on her face, so she turned to face Steve's cute bodyguard, "What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking that Steve's not changed much since high school. His graduation speech was like that, too," Marisa said, making no effort whatsoever to hide the amusement in her voice, "He spoke highly of his high school diploma like it was a championship and vowed to Gold Rush the college educational system into oblivion."
"I barely remember that," Alice said, making no effort whatsoever to hide the annoyance in her voice, "Probably because I was trying to block out his stupidity from my mind."
* . *
It was at this point that I remembered just how much of wrestling was really on Steve Knox's brain. He truly was devoted to the business that inflicted the type of barbaric punishment on the human body that I knew it did. Yet, I was compelled to move forward in my documentary, to understand more about this man and his daily life.
Having stepped away from Steve Knox's speech, I found myself with the misfortune of having to interview Chris Chambers next.
- Alice Wright, sixth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
Just to the side of the bleachers where a number of people sat, Chris Chambers leaned against the bleachers, already doing the most "street" thing he could think of doing. This, unfortunately, was to flash what he thought were gang signs at seven-year-olds, but were really American Sign Language symbols for "I am gay".
Alice Wright sighed as she and her camera approached "Double Cheh".
"Chris Chambers. I'd like to ask you some questions about Steve Knox for the documentary, if you don't mind." she said, very frankly, to Chambers.
Chambers responded by pointing both index fingers at Alice and kind of swayed back and forth, "Sister, Double Cheh gots the 411 on the hottest info in the posse, yo."
Alice really needed that migraine medicine now. She made no effort to hide her disgust for the man standing before her, "I have no idea what you just said. Can you, maybe, stick with English?"
Chambers stared at Alice for a bit, before he took off his sunglasses, "I'll be happy to, yo."
"Okay, so... what's your purpose in this entourage that Steve Knox surrounds himself with?" Alice asked.
Chris Chambers paused, and then his bandanna came off, exposing to Alice the lilac-colored hair that he kept underneath. For years, Chambers had thought that lilac was the most "street" color one could give their hair. Everyone has since told him otherwise, "I'm what you would call a journeyman, an understudy of a being of particular talent and aura that aspires to shake the foundations of the planet with a gross understanding of what it means to be above the other mortals of Earth."
Alice blinked, "...Excuse me?"
"I be his disciple, yo."
Alice squinted and used a couple of fingers from her free hand to hold the bridge of her nose, trying to hold back her growing migraine. She stared at Chambers long and hard before asking her next question, "His disciple? What, you worship at his altar or something?"
"No no, nothin' like that, yo. I'm, like, what you would call an assistant G, y'know?"
"An assistant *what*?"
"An assistant G. An assistant to a G. K-Man, he's more gangsta than I am. I wanna learn from him." Chambers said.
Alice really couldn't hold back her laughter at the thought of Steve Knox being a "gangster". She decided that she had to turn off her camera and not waste any more time with this guy.
* . *
Needless to say, I didn't want to talk to Chris Chambers any more, so I decided instead to watch Steve Knox in action during his softball game.
Of course, Steve Knox wasn't the only person in his group playing, as I found out later.
- Alice Wright, seventh entry, 09.28.08
* . *
On the softball field, there were two teams of nine. At least half of the team Steve Knox was on consisted of members of his "posse", including Marisa Silvernail (playing pitcher), the Cosmo Kid (shortstop), and Chris Chambers (third base). Knox himself was the first baseman.
Of course, it's kinda boring to really transcribe the intricate workings of a softball game. However, there were some highlights worth noting.
For example, Steve Knox himself hit at least two home runs and at one point had even accidentally hit an old guy with one of them. That probably didn't do much for Steve's PR, but then again, it was probably just a freak accident anyway. Then there was Marisa, who actually hit a home run every single time she was at bat. There were, however, some low points for Team Knox. Chris Chambers couldn't hit a thing, and at one point, the Cosmo Kid got so frustrated trying to hit that he actually attempted to superkick the ball. It didn't go so well for him, just so you know.
Alice's camera stayed on Steve Knox as he left the field with the rest of his "posse".
"Now that was awesome," Steve said with a smile on his face and a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, "Could've been a complete blowout if some people wouldn't quit dropping fly balls."
He stared at Chris Chambers when he said that.
"Heeeeey, G. Just keepin' the playin' field level, y'dig?" Chambers said as he pointed at Steve and gave him his usual "gang symbols".
Cosmo turned to Chambers, "That doesn't mean what you think it means."
Chambers stared at Cosmo for a long and awkward couple of seconds, but really didn't have anything to say to him. Instead, the four of them walked away from the field, with Alice soon following them.
* . *
It always amazed me that regardless of how much Steve Knox could act like a complete dimwit and how unreliable his entourage seemed to be, he always seemed like a cool and collected guy. Like he was really the most normal person in the bunch. Maybe that was true in some respects. Maybe he really was the normal guy he thought he was. I don't really know, and I've known him since we were little.
A single day with the man was clearly not enough for me, let alone anyone else, to understand him.
I don't even think I could understand him within a week or even a month.
He was normal, yet he was abnormal. He's hired people that might have seemed useless to anyone else. He's kept company that would drive a more sane man insane. He's tolerated people who caused incidents similar to that of wrestling terrorism, like "Cocky" Craig Miles, Sonny Silver, and even Desade of the Dead Man's Hand. In a lot of ways, Steve Knox was abnormal only because no normal person would hang around the people surrounding his life.
My day with Steve had consisted of trying to understand him through the company he kept, and that went largely unsuccessful. Between his hip hop disciple, his disturbing masked associate, and his unbecomingly charming bodyguard, I found myself wondering just why any one person would go through the troubles he had gone through to maintain this bizarre web of humanity around him, including the charting of his rock star-esque tour bus.
Perhaps I won't understand it myself until I, myself, am tangled in this web.
- Alice Wright, eighth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
It was late into the evening, and Steve Knox and his entourage had returned to the hotel. Over the course of the next couple of days, they would prepare Steve Knox for the arduous task of defending his two championships in one night. But today was a day of promotion and relaxation, a day where Steve Knox wouldn't worry so much about the twin challenges he had before him.
One by one, Steve's entourage turned in for the night, and eventually, Steve was left with Alice again. Alice had left her camera on record, but it was placed on top of a table placed next to the sofa she sat on. Across from her was Steve Knox. Having yet to change out of his outfit since the charity game, Steve really reeked of sweat and grime, and was in dire need of a shower. This conspired to keep Alice from getting too close to her childhood friend.
"So, Steve Knox. It's you and me again." Alice commented.
"Yeah." Steve replied, simply.
"I don't understand your entourage, at all. Marisa looks harmless, the masked guy is a perverted idiot, and Chambers is, from what I can gather, completely useless. Nobody would hire any of those misfits." Alice said.
"Nobody but me, anyway," Steve Knox said, as he relaxed a bit in his chair, "To be honest, Alice... my star's risen in the past couple of months. Ever since I came to the New Frontier. Ever since I won the Elite Championship at that Colossus shindig. Sometimes, I can't find order in my life because of it. Sometimes, I think I'm going to make the same mistakes Simon making now. Sometimes, I think I'm gonna fall into some crazy drug addiction and ruin my life that way. I know if it were just me going from place to place, I'd go completely bonkers."
Steve sighed, before he continued, "I need these people around me, Alice. They're a reason I need to stay sane. If I'm not around to be their anchor, if I've fallen so low that I can't be there for these guys as they're there for me, then I don't deserve to be a champion... either of the NFW Nation or of the Elite."
Alice brushed back her blonde hair, "I suppose no man can truly be alone, but... why these people in particular?"
"Hell if I know. Perhaps they're part of some special destiny for me." Steve said, before he muttered some words that Alice couldn't catch. The words he actually uttered were "damn you, Talila", although Alice would probably never know the actual significance of them had she been able to make them out.
Alice decided to let it pass, "I don't believe in destiny, Steve."
"What do you believe in, then, if not destiny?" Steve asked.
"Whatever my camera shows me," Alice said, glancing over at her camera, "I call myself a documentarian, Steve. I believe that whatever I can capture with my camera can be understood in some capacity. I'm determined that I will have some sort of real story I can tell through a documentary some day."
Steve Knox had this look of amusement on his face. It irritated Alice.
"So, in one day, do you think you've gotten to understand me better?" Steve asked of his childhood friend.
"No," Alice said, "In this one day, I've actually gotten even more ridiculously confused about you than I was going in, thanks to your entourage. Personally, though, I don't think God himself could understand you."
Steve can't help but chuckle at that one.
"You'd be surprised," he said with a smirk, "So, you going to stick around?"
"I'm going to have to," Alice responded with a sigh, "Don't think this is permanent, Steve. The sooner I get away from you and your band of freaks, the sooner I can go into the editing period and rid myself of you and your posse."
"Harsh as ever, Alice Wright." Steve Knox said, as he reached over and retrieved a bottle of water.
Alice Wright crossed her arms in her seat and stared a hole through Steve Knox with her mismatched green eyes, "I have to be, Steve Knox... I'm a seeker of truth."
Steve Knox didn't say anything at first, he simply unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and took a sip. But that amused smile that made Alice Wright a very irritated young documentarian crept up on Steve Knox's face again.
"So we all are."
And that was the end of the tape.
---
I want to say that this wasn't my first experience at shooting a documentary.
I don't want to say that it was something of a flight of fancy, a whim that began when I met Steve Knox again a few days prior to when I started filming him. People tell me I'm impulsive. They say I don't put a whole lot of thought into anything I up and do. Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm just a silly girl who still remembered her best friend growing up, wanting to see the real life of what he's doing now.
Truth be told, this was my first documentary.
I wanted to do something different for my topic, something that I felt could really be interesting.
So I thought to myself, "Why not use Steve?"
Okay, I admit it, that was a bad thought. I mean, the way that sounded, that probably sounded like I thought of him as something I could use and dispose of. And, really, I've known Steve way too long to just write him off as a mere "object" to me. At the very least, I would have been straightforward in actually telling Steve that I was using him. Really, I picked Steve because he was the person most familiar to me, and I hadn't seen him in a while.
So, this was my attempt to understand a day in the life of Steven Anthony Knox.
- Alice Wright, first entry, 09.28.08
* . *
Steve Knox had a lot of troublesome friends and people he considered to be colleagues.
Perhaps the most troublesome friend he had was the woman who was peering at him through a handheld video camera in his hotel room, which was the first thing he saw when his vision cleared from its sleepy haze. Steve Knox's dreams had been a lot less comforting since becoming the Elite Champion, and he really looked like he'd done a lot of tossing and turning that night. He was rather reluctant to actually tell anyone that it's because of some shaman named Talila who visited him in his dreams, mostly because the very concept of telling people this was crazy.
Most men would at least partially enjoy the sight that Steve saw when he awoke.
The woman standing there, filming Steve as he awoke, was a blonde-haired woman in her early twenties. She was a little above-average in height, somewhere around five feet and nine inches tall. She was actually twenty-two years of age, though her birthday was only in a month. Her hair was short and messy, kept only out of her face by the red hairband she wore on the top of her head. Both of her eyes were green, but slight heterochromia caused her left eye to be of a slightly lighter color of green than her right eye. She wore a light blue dress with pink ribbons, the skirt itself was at least calf-length and the very bottom of it was made of white lace. She wore black boots to complete this ensemble. The outfit seemed very familiar to Steve, but it was only on the cusp of his memory, as if hiding in a forest of trees so cleverly that he can only catch a glimpse of it before it disappeared again.
"Alice," Steve said in his groggy state, "Please tell me you're not standing there filming me trying to wake up?"
Alice Wright was Steve Knox's childhood friend. She was also his best friend, or at least, the one person he could trust when all others could fail him. They'd known each other since they were kids, and a large part of that was because Alice's father had been a professional wrestler, as well.
"You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to this." Alice said, frankly. She was never a person that would mince words. She was always perfectly frank and honest, almost to the point that her words can become verbalized manslaughter.
It was a trait of Alice's that Steve really hated.
Steve Knox sat up from his bed. He had been alone tonight, He was shirtless, so he looked for the nearest shirt to start with. He eventually found it in a black NFW T-shirt that he'd worn the day before, and slipped it on while Alice continued to film him.
"Are you just going to follow me around all day with that camera?" Steve asked, "I mean, I don't mind being followed around by a beautiful girl, but my posse already has two girls in it. It'd be beyond a threesome at this point."
"Hmph," Alice said, scoffing at the notion, "You're not nearly the hot commodity that you think you are, Steve."
Steve decided to brush that one aside.
Although Steve Knox was the one employed with New Frontier Wrestling, it didn't stop an entourage of people to start following him around after he signed with the company and started to get his name nationally recognized. His star and his stock had risen so fast that he was like a rock star of the wrestling world, which came with all of the perks and all of the pains that one would come to expect. At the very least, he'd be a rock star if he played all of the instruments and did all of the work.
Steve never referred to them as an "entourage", but as a "posse".
"Anyway," Alice said, "Please tell me you're not going to sulk around in here all day, because that'd make for a lousy documentary."
Steve smirked at her. It was an expression he did that she hated, because it usually entailed that he had something in mind, "Of course not. Today is promotion day."
"Promotion day?" Alice asked. She wasn't familiar with the real work Steve Knox put into his job. It was every bit about selling tickets and making profits as it was about physically punishing oneself inside the ring. It was about selling himself to the fans, to make himself a part of something that some fans could consider to be special. It could be an autograph signing, it could be a press conference, or it could be a charity event.
"Yeah," Steve said, walking towards the hotel bathroom, "Charity thing. It's actually kind of funny."
Alice followed Steve to the bathroom, "Why? You're going to dress up as the San Diego Chicken?"
Steve was inside the bathroom, but he turned around and leaned towards Alice and the camera. The only thing keeping him from falling over onto his face was the single hand that braced itself against the door's frame.
"Alice. It's Memphis, not California. I don't think they dress up as chickens around here, I think they dress up as cardinals or bears," Steve said, before he pushed away. Alice tried to follow him, but Steve was already closing the door, "I draw the line at filming me in the bathroom, Alice."
With that, Steve shut the door in Alice's face.
* . *
I admit that Steve alone wouldn't be able to give me a documentary I would like. So, I decided to ask the people closest to him... his so-called "posse". Through them, maybe I could ascertain some other facets of the man we know as Steve Knox.
I decided to start with the most recent member of this "posse", other than apparently myself.
- Alice Wright, second entry, 09.28.08
* . *
"You want me to talk about Steve?"
The camera had skipped ahead to a new scene. It was in a hotel lobby, clearly a Days Inn motel somewhere in the city. However, the more striking thing being filmed at this juncture is the young girl standing right in front of the camera.
The girl being filmed by Alice Wright and her camera is a girl in her early-20s, around Alice's age. She was around five feet and seven inches, and she had a bit of a thin, wiry frame. Her hair was red and close to the color of blood, long enough to get to the middle of her back. She had two long braids going down either side of her face. Highly nearsighted, the girl wore glasses because she had lost her contacts recently and was told by Steve that she really looked better with the glasses. Her eyes were bright, blue, and practically innocent and doe-eyed. Although the camera can see the girl wearing a white lace tanktop with spaghetti straps, they do not see anything below her abdomen. For the purpose of later argument, Marisa was wearing jeans and sneakers.
"Yes, Marisa," Alice said from behind the camera, "You're his bodyguard, aren't you?"
Marisa Silvernail, the redhead that Alice was interviewing, was one of the two women commonly associated with Steve Knox, and was a member of his "posse". As Alice just mentioned, she was his bodyguard, even though she was smaller and thinner than him. Mostly, Steve probably worried less about being shot than most "rock stars" in the wrestling world and more about being beaten to death, which Marisa could prevent because of two reasons. The first being that she was ridiculously cute, and thus, only a pure asshole would even strike at her. The second being that she was actually a highly talented martial artist.
"I suppose," Marisa said, looking away from the camera, "Although, I wouldn't say that too loudly, Alice. People make fun of him for having me as his bodyguard, you know. He's sensitive to that sort of thing."
"I'm sure he is," Alice said, sarcastically, "So, being his bodyguard, but seeing that you clearly don't look bodyguard material, what's it like? And is it worth it? Does he pay well? Feed you? What?"
Marisa reached up with her left hand to brush some of her hair back, "Oh, it's not bad work, really. I get paid well and I get to travel around with Steve. Plus, I get to travel around a lot and meet new people. Isn't that the sort of thing all people should get to do?"
Alice's silence could only mean that she was trying to think about what Marisa said.
"Anyway, I really need to get going. Steve's about to leave." Marisa said. She walked off-camera, and Alice turned the camera to watch the girl leave out the door alongside Steve Knox.
* . *
Marisa had always been a weird girl, but this whole bodyguard gig she's got going on really topped her on her weirdness.
I mean, seriously, how can somebody like her really be a bodyguard? That was my thought at the time. Either way, she had left with Steve and I was determined to follow them to the charity event to understand more of the man.
- Alice Wright, third entry, 09.28.08
* . *
Steve Knox had a tour bus.
In actuality, the bus he had in his possession was built for a wrestler to begin with. In fact, it once belonged to a man named Allen Brown for himself and his own "posse", the Blue Rogues. The bus was your typical tour bus, with an unusual paint job. The top half of the bus as painted black, but the bottom half had been paint in a blue color, with a line of white separating the blue and the black. Unfortunately, Steve hadn't gotten around to changing all of the paint on the tour bus, so while one side might have read "STEVE KNOX", the other side still distinctly read "BLUE ROGUES", and it was an oversight that annoyed him.
The bus driver was a large, heavy-set man named Gordon. His full name was Gordon Kennedy, and he was actually Scottish. Or, at least, he had the accent. Nobody really knew what Gordon said half the time, and Gordon didn't really talk much to Steve Knox or Alice Wright as they both entered Steve's bus. Steve had changed to an NFW T-shirt which read "I AM AWESOME" on the front, and a pair of jeans, while Alice didn't change her outfit at all.
Alice looked around the bus, noticing that it was like a tour bus. It had a kitchen, a bathroom, and even a place where at least eight people could sleep. After looking around for a bit, Alice spotted Marisa playing with what appeared to be a Nintendo DS, and she also spotted two more individuals.
One was a white, wannabe rap star who wore lots of fake bling, a white bandanna around his head, a "throwback jersey" which unfortunately was of the St. Louis Rams, and a pair of jean shorts. His name was Chris Chambers, and he was Steve's "disciple". The other was a white man wearing a purple, star-print mask with antennae poking out of the top of the mask. He wore a midnight blue suit with a white shirt underneath the jacket and a red tie, and he unusually wore black wrestling boots underneath his suit. All of that really didn't create a great fashion sense. His name was Cosmo Kid, and nobody knew what the hell he actually did in Steve's posse.
Alice decided to talk to Steve as soon as they were in the bus and Steve sat down at the nearest chair.
"So, you said it was funny that you're doing a charity event. Care to clarify that?" Alice asked.
Steve looked at Alice for a bit, before he smiled a bit.
"My boss wanted me to do it for promotional work. If you don't know about him, Alice... well, imagine a drunk-at-all-times pyromaniac, and that's him. On a *good* day." Steve explained. Alice nodded, though she didn't quite know what Steve meant at the time.
"How did you get a bus, anyway?" Alice asked, herself and her camera both looking around at the bus.
"I bought it for cheap from a guy I knew." Steve explained, though he stopped after a moment and didn't elaborate too much about it. Alice decided to ignore it, and moved on to her next question.
"Do you do a lot of charity stuff? You never seemed like the charitable sort, Mr. Egomaniac." Alice said, as bluntly as ever.
"Hey, you'd be surprised just how charitable that this egomaniac can do," Steve said, pointing at himself upon the word that best described him. Then he paused and looked seriously at the camera Alice held, "And yes. I do a lot of this kind of thing."
* . *
For a long time, I always thought Steve Knox didn't think about anything other than professional wrestling.
I'd known him long enough to know that this was his one real passion, that it was the thing that motivated him beyond all other things. In some respects, I'm still right on this... he does everything he does for the eventual intended purpose of his business as a wrestler. Even charity has the purpose of promoting the next big show he's participating in.
In my ongoing effort to really understand Steve, I decided to interview the more competent of the other two members of his so-called posse.
- Alice Wright, fourth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
The bus had clearly reached its destination, as the camera (and Alice) were not standing just outside of the bus as it was parked. Leaning against the bus, a nearly spent cigarette hanging from his lips, was the Cosmo Kid.
"How long have you known Steve, Mr... um..." Alice said, struggling to know Cosmo Kid's name.
"Cosmo." he responded. Despite being white, Cosmo Kid's voice was so deep that it could be mistaken for the voice of Barry White. He took a puff of his cigarette and blew out a perfect ring of smoke, "Cosmo Kid."
"But don't you have a real name?" Alice asked of the masked man, "Like, a name other than just 'Cosmo Kid'?"
The masked man calmly dropped his cigarette and put it out with a stomp of his wrestling boot. He looked at Alice and her camera, "I am Cosmo Kid."
Alice regretted not bringing any migraine medicine with her when she started her day. She decided that perhaps she should ignore the name issue and work this guy from another angle.
"So, Cosmo. I get what Marisa's job description is supposed to be, but what is it that you do for Steve Knox?" Alice asked, zooming the camera in a little further.
"Investigation." Cosmo said, simply. He was reaching into the pocket of his shirt for a pack of cigarettes. After he pulled it out, he reached in, grabbed a cigarette, and stuck it in his mouth.
"Investigation?" Alice asked, clearly confused at the statement, "What kind of investigation?"
Cosmo paused as he pulled out his zippo lighter from his other pocket and flicked it open, and then lit the cigarette in his mouth. After a puff, Cosmo looked seriously at the girl holding the handheld camera, "You're not wearing a bra right now."
The camera shook, not because Alice was putting it down or moving it much, but because she was literally shaking with rage, "How... the hell..."
Cosmo, despite possibly knowing how much his comment had already enraged young Ms. Wright, decided that elaboration was in order, "You enjoy the feeling of cotton against your nipp--"
And then the camera shut off.
* . *
I never really appreciated Cosmo after that little talk.
After I rammed my boot into his groin... repeatedly, I went on to follow Steve to the outdoor stage that was obviously the setting of his big charity event.
- Alice Wright, fifth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
There was a crowd of people in front of the tall stage, out in the middle of Shelby Farms park. The stage was more of a wooden platform with a blue tarp over the top of it, and a podium with a microphone attached to the top of it. There were chairs where some prominent members of Memphis' local government sat.
Alice and her camera followed Steve Knox and Marisa Silvernail as they walked towards the stage from the side, an area that had fewer people in the crowd. While Marisa and Alice stood at the side of the stage, Steve stepped onto the stage and went up to the podium. Fans went wild as Steve approached the podium and placed his hands to the sides of it. Steve stood there for a moment, taking in fan reaction in Memphis.
"Hi there." he said into the microphone.
And the crowd went wild. Alice turned to Marisa, although she did not turn the camera away from Steve, "Does he always start his speeches like that?"
"Yup," Marisa explained, "Unless he's cutting a wrestling promo."
Marisa and Alice turned their attention back to Steve, who had that wide smile on his face he got when he was on to something. It was also a look on his face that tended to worry the two of them.
"My name is Steve Knox," he said to the adoring crowd, "And every day, I work to bring my awesome to you... the fans."
"Oh, boy," Marisa commented to herself, "This can't bode well."
"What?" Alice asked, "What's wrong?"
What Marisa wanted to warn Alice about was that Steve Knox was utterly abysmal at making speeches if they were not some sort of wrestling promo. It was how he was, it was how he thought, and the worst part was that he would rather reject a speech written for him and ad-lib a promo than say words that didn't sound like him. Although Marisa hadn't been travelling with Steve very long, she had known him since they dated in high school and knew these types of quirks.
In other words, Marisa knew what Steve Knox was about to do.
Steve looked down at the speech that had prepared for him... and casually picked it up, balled it up, and flinged it over his shoulder. It accidentally hit the deputy mayor of Memphis right in the forehead, but Steve didn't even notice. He had this look on his face that Alice would come to know later as "Steve entering the Zone". Alice didn't know what "the Zone" was, and she really didn't want to know.
"See, I came here tonight because, as a participant in a charity softball game for cancer, I'm clearly an agent of destruction against the forces of all things pro-cancer. That's right, cancer. Your days? They're numbered. See, cancer, while you toil about in human bodies, kicking our collective asses from within... you fail to realize just how awesome the forces of Steve Knox and softball are when combined together. With every swing of that bat, with every throw of that ball, with every freaking game-saving catch of the ball... cancer takes a blow. And I won't stop, not even after the final out is made, not even after we go home and sleep comfortably in our beds, not until cancer is defeated and destroyed!" Steve ranted.
Ever hear a crowd of people make a sound entirely composed of silence?
Now you have.
Alice can only groan, but noted that Marisa had a small smile on her face, so she turned to face Steve's cute bodyguard, "What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking that Steve's not changed much since high school. His graduation speech was like that, too," Marisa said, making no effort whatsoever to hide the amusement in her voice, "He spoke highly of his high school diploma like it was a championship and vowed to Gold Rush the college educational system into oblivion."
"I barely remember that," Alice said, making no effort whatsoever to hide the annoyance in her voice, "Probably because I was trying to block out his stupidity from my mind."
* . *
It was at this point that I remembered just how much of wrestling was really on Steve Knox's brain. He truly was devoted to the business that inflicted the type of barbaric punishment on the human body that I knew it did. Yet, I was compelled to move forward in my documentary, to understand more about this man and his daily life.
Having stepped away from Steve Knox's speech, I found myself with the misfortune of having to interview Chris Chambers next.
- Alice Wright, sixth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
Just to the side of the bleachers where a number of people sat, Chris Chambers leaned against the bleachers, already doing the most "street" thing he could think of doing. This, unfortunately, was to flash what he thought were gang signs at seven-year-olds, but were really American Sign Language symbols for "I am gay".
Alice Wright sighed as she and her camera approached "Double Cheh".
"Chris Chambers. I'd like to ask you some questions about Steve Knox for the documentary, if you don't mind." she said, very frankly, to Chambers.
Chambers responded by pointing both index fingers at Alice and kind of swayed back and forth, "Sister, Double Cheh gots the 411 on the hottest info in the posse, yo."
Alice really needed that migraine medicine now. She made no effort to hide her disgust for the man standing before her, "I have no idea what you just said. Can you, maybe, stick with English?"
Chambers stared at Alice for a bit, before he took off his sunglasses, "I'll be happy to, yo."
"Okay, so... what's your purpose in this entourage that Steve Knox surrounds himself with?" Alice asked.
Chris Chambers paused, and then his bandanna came off, exposing to Alice the lilac-colored hair that he kept underneath. For years, Chambers had thought that lilac was the most "street" color one could give their hair. Everyone has since told him otherwise, "I'm what you would call a journeyman, an understudy of a being of particular talent and aura that aspires to shake the foundations of the planet with a gross understanding of what it means to be above the other mortals of Earth."
Alice blinked, "...Excuse me?"
"I be his disciple, yo."
Alice squinted and used a couple of fingers from her free hand to hold the bridge of her nose, trying to hold back her growing migraine. She stared at Chambers long and hard before asking her next question, "His disciple? What, you worship at his altar or something?"
"No no, nothin' like that, yo. I'm, like, what you would call an assistant G, y'know?"
"An assistant *what*?"
"An assistant G. An assistant to a G. K-Man, he's more gangsta than I am. I wanna learn from him." Chambers said.
Alice really couldn't hold back her laughter at the thought of Steve Knox being a "gangster". She decided that she had to turn off her camera and not waste any more time with this guy.
* . *
Needless to say, I didn't want to talk to Chris Chambers any more, so I decided instead to watch Steve Knox in action during his softball game.
Of course, Steve Knox wasn't the only person in his group playing, as I found out later.
- Alice Wright, seventh entry, 09.28.08
* . *
On the softball field, there were two teams of nine. At least half of the team Steve Knox was on consisted of members of his "posse", including Marisa Silvernail (playing pitcher), the Cosmo Kid (shortstop), and Chris Chambers (third base). Knox himself was the first baseman.
Of course, it's kinda boring to really transcribe the intricate workings of a softball game. However, there were some highlights worth noting.
For example, Steve Knox himself hit at least two home runs and at one point had even accidentally hit an old guy with one of them. That probably didn't do much for Steve's PR, but then again, it was probably just a freak accident anyway. Then there was Marisa, who actually hit a home run every single time she was at bat. There were, however, some low points for Team Knox. Chris Chambers couldn't hit a thing, and at one point, the Cosmo Kid got so frustrated trying to hit that he actually attempted to superkick the ball. It didn't go so well for him, just so you know.
Alice's camera stayed on Steve Knox as he left the field with the rest of his "posse".
"Now that was awesome," Steve said with a smile on his face and a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, "Could've been a complete blowout if some people wouldn't quit dropping fly balls."
He stared at Chris Chambers when he said that.
"Heeeeey, G. Just keepin' the playin' field level, y'dig?" Chambers said as he pointed at Steve and gave him his usual "gang symbols".
Cosmo turned to Chambers, "That doesn't mean what you think it means."
Chambers stared at Cosmo for a long and awkward couple of seconds, but really didn't have anything to say to him. Instead, the four of them walked away from the field, with Alice soon following them.
* . *
It always amazed me that regardless of how much Steve Knox could act like a complete dimwit and how unreliable his entourage seemed to be, he always seemed like a cool and collected guy. Like he was really the most normal person in the bunch. Maybe that was true in some respects. Maybe he really was the normal guy he thought he was. I don't really know, and I've known him since we were little.
A single day with the man was clearly not enough for me, let alone anyone else, to understand him.
I don't even think I could understand him within a week or even a month.
He was normal, yet he was abnormal. He's hired people that might have seemed useless to anyone else. He's kept company that would drive a more sane man insane. He's tolerated people who caused incidents similar to that of wrestling terrorism, like "Cocky" Craig Miles, Sonny Silver, and even Desade of the Dead Man's Hand. In a lot of ways, Steve Knox was abnormal only because no normal person would hang around the people surrounding his life.
My day with Steve had consisted of trying to understand him through the company he kept, and that went largely unsuccessful. Between his hip hop disciple, his disturbing masked associate, and his unbecomingly charming bodyguard, I found myself wondering just why any one person would go through the troubles he had gone through to maintain this bizarre web of humanity around him, including the charting of his rock star-esque tour bus.
Perhaps I won't understand it myself until I, myself, am tangled in this web.
- Alice Wright, eighth entry, 09.28.08
* . *
It was late into the evening, and Steve Knox and his entourage had returned to the hotel. Over the course of the next couple of days, they would prepare Steve Knox for the arduous task of defending his two championships in one night. But today was a day of promotion and relaxation, a day where Steve Knox wouldn't worry so much about the twin challenges he had before him.
One by one, Steve's entourage turned in for the night, and eventually, Steve was left with Alice again. Alice had left her camera on record, but it was placed on top of a table placed next to the sofa she sat on. Across from her was Steve Knox. Having yet to change out of his outfit since the charity game, Steve really reeked of sweat and grime, and was in dire need of a shower. This conspired to keep Alice from getting too close to her childhood friend.
"So, Steve Knox. It's you and me again." Alice commented.
"Yeah." Steve replied, simply.
"I don't understand your entourage, at all. Marisa looks harmless, the masked guy is a perverted idiot, and Chambers is, from what I can gather, completely useless. Nobody would hire any of those misfits." Alice said.
"Nobody but me, anyway," Steve Knox said, as he relaxed a bit in his chair, "To be honest, Alice... my star's risen in the past couple of months. Ever since I came to the New Frontier. Ever since I won the Elite Championship at that Colossus shindig. Sometimes, I can't find order in my life because of it. Sometimes, I think I'm going to make the same mistakes Simon making now. Sometimes, I think I'm gonna fall into some crazy drug addiction and ruin my life that way. I know if it were just me going from place to place, I'd go completely bonkers."
Steve sighed, before he continued, "I need these people around me, Alice. They're a reason I need to stay sane. If I'm not around to be their anchor, if I've fallen so low that I can't be there for these guys as they're there for me, then I don't deserve to be a champion... either of the NFW Nation or of the Elite."
Alice brushed back her blonde hair, "I suppose no man can truly be alone, but... why these people in particular?"
"Hell if I know. Perhaps they're part of some special destiny for me." Steve said, before he muttered some words that Alice couldn't catch. The words he actually uttered were "damn you, Talila", although Alice would probably never know the actual significance of them had she been able to make them out.
Alice decided to let it pass, "I don't believe in destiny, Steve."
"What do you believe in, then, if not destiny?" Steve asked.
"Whatever my camera shows me," Alice said, glancing over at her camera, "I call myself a documentarian, Steve. I believe that whatever I can capture with my camera can be understood in some capacity. I'm determined that I will have some sort of real story I can tell through a documentary some day."
Steve Knox had this look of amusement on his face. It irritated Alice.
"So, in one day, do you think you've gotten to understand me better?" Steve asked of his childhood friend.
"No," Alice said, "In this one day, I've actually gotten even more ridiculously confused about you than I was going in, thanks to your entourage. Personally, though, I don't think God himself could understand you."
Steve can't help but chuckle at that one.
"You'd be surprised," he said with a smirk, "So, you going to stick around?"
"I'm going to have to," Alice responded with a sigh, "Don't think this is permanent, Steve. The sooner I get away from you and your band of freaks, the sooner I can go into the editing period and rid myself of you and your posse."
"Harsh as ever, Alice Wright." Steve Knox said, as he reached over and retrieved a bottle of water.
Alice Wright crossed her arms in her seat and stared a hole through Steve Knox with her mismatched green eyes, "I have to be, Steve Knox... I'm a seeker of truth."
Steve Knox didn't say anything at first, he simply unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and took a sip. But that amused smile that made Alice Wright a very irritated young documentarian crept up on Steve Knox's face again.
"So we all are."
And that was the end of the tape.