Post by Brad Kane on Jun 15, 2010 22:55:56 GMT -6
"So I'm sittin' here in my home in Boston right now with a broken pinkie and a bruised rib because a few men thought they needed to beat me down in order to show some unity with this new power stable between the Young Guns and the Front Office. Congratulations guys, if you were ever made out to look like a bunch of chickensh*t cowards then your mission is very well accomplished. I mean I'm sitting here trying to breath but it's too damn difficult because of eating all those dropkicks that you forced me to take.
You had to jump me because you knew that you couldn't get it done any other way. The Young Guns thought it would be a gas to interfere in my match so that Charlie Velez could get a cheap win over me. I was hit with a chair, I was held down while being pinned. If that's what you call an impressive win then you really need your head examined. Though I should've known in the back of my mind that something was going to happen to me the moment I knew I was up against Velez last week and then added on to it when Steve Awesome was granted a shot at me.
But what was really heartbreaking was when you, Xavier Cross, turned your back on me completely. All the things I showed you about this business and you listened to your boss instead of helping me, you shoved that knife into my back. You twisted it so I could feel the pain of what you did to me. Everyone else was just icing on the cake but you, Xavier, your acts can't be forgiven but you wanted to make a name for yourself.
With all those factors in mind, it's really no surprise at all that I was taken out to the shed and had my dignity stolen from me by some of the biggest pussies this promotion has. I know I kicked Steve Awesome but that was between two men having a discussion and nothing more. That was us, that's how we act near one another because we can't stand each other. I believe everyone knows that though. The moment I met Steve Awesome, I hated him. I wanted him to jump off of a bridge.
I want Steve Awesome to take his glasses off and view his world for what it really is. We all know he's so absorbed with himself that he doesn't see things clearly. He never has. I remember when we first went against each other here in nCw. It was Sovereign back in 2008. I came out the winner that night, proving that I was better then Steve Awesome. Then towards the end of 2008, I went on a rampage because he didn't deserve the World Title.
Do you remember it Steve? Because I do. You against Xavier Williams. You cuffed him to the cage, thought you were going to win until I stepped in and stole that World Title from you. Do you remember that night Steve? I hope you do. I hope that image burns in your soul forever. I want you to remember that night because that was the night I started the downfall of Steve Awesome into what you people see now. He hasn't been right since he lost that World Title.
Since that night a year and a half ago, Steve Awesome has been wandering in his own desert trying to find his oasis. He thinks he's found it now but it's nothing more then a mirage. Kelly, she doesn't love you. Xavier, who you claimed to be your boy? He's just puttin' on a front to help his career by getting on the boss' good side. Your MCM buddies, I don't think they really care about you Steve. The only person in this world who gives two sh*ts about you is an old man.
An old man, Steve. That's all you have in this world is an old man. A man who is giving you a shot at me despite you never doing anything worth getting the shot on your own right. You remember how I told you about earning things on your own? You're still aren't there yet Steve and I'm afraid you'll never get to that point. Even if you are the so called "Face of the Franchise" who else embodies a normal person like me. People don't live like you do.
People don't go kidnapping someone else's wife under the false idea that she's in love with you. People don't go around running their mouths off about how great they are because the owner verbally blowing them every other second to make their own ego bigger. I'm what a real person is, Steve. I'm the guy with the family. I'm the guy who has the love. I'm the guy who is the real face of this company, not you. Management puts so much emphasis on the whole family oriented thing.
Who better to give them that then me? It sure as hell ain't you. Sit in your mansion, alone with you hold someone against their will because that's the closest thing to marriage you'll ever see. You might as well consider Xavier Cross a kid to you because that's the only way you're ever going to see on. Take away your ego, your self image and the boss and what are we left with, Steve? A man who's own family can't stand the sight of him. A man who drove off the woman who loved him quite a while ago.
This is just a harsh reality Steve. I have everything you wish you could have. I said it on Sunday night and I'm saying it again. Despite your jokes about me being "Big Daddy", you want nothing else more in this world to be me. The love, the wife, the kids, the house, the family and even the white picket fence in the front yard. That's what you want Steve along with my World Title. It ain't gonna happen brother even if your crew gets involved because people have my back now.
You and your chickensh*t crews won't beat me down again. I'm declaring war against the Front Office and the Young Guns. Anyone who wants to help me against these bitches can. Sunday night Steve, you ain't gonna do nothin' but cry when its over."
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Brad puts up his audio equipment and sighs. He stands up, feeling a bit of pain where his bruised rib is. His left pinkie is in a sort of cast as he leaves the office and heads into the living room. No one else is there, Brad putting his glance on the sports section of the newspaper. He sits and grabs it, looking at the headlines. Mostly about the World Cup and the NBA Finals preview of game six. Footsteps are heard now, Brad lowering the paper expecting to see Megan but it's not her.
Brad: Hey man, what's up?
Ah, it's Evan Andrews. He nods at Brad before sitting down next to him.
Evan: So how you feeling? Quite a savage beating you took?
Brad looks at his pinkie before turning his attention back to his best friend.
Brad: Yeah, wasn't too much fun. I never really enjoyed getting jumped like that.
Evan: Neither have I.
The two men sit in silence for a moment. Evan breaks it.
Evan: Steve this week, right?
Brad: Yep. Another day, another bitch I face. I ain't losing this title on my first defense. I refuse to.
Evan: Can't say I blame you but if it happens, I'm sure you'll get another chance.
Brad scoffs after hearing that.
Brad: Yeah, I don't think I will. I stood up to the boss' golden boy. That doesn't exactly get me anything at this point.
Evan: True but you'll find a way. You always do.
The two men let silence fall between them again. Neither of them say anything this time, Evan turning the TV on while Brad goes back to reading the paper. Both of them know what task lies ahead of Brad this weekend but does he know that Evan signed a contract? Probably not yet but still, Brad knows he can't lose this one. nCw is counting on him.
You had to jump me because you knew that you couldn't get it done any other way. The Young Guns thought it would be a gas to interfere in my match so that Charlie Velez could get a cheap win over me. I was hit with a chair, I was held down while being pinned. If that's what you call an impressive win then you really need your head examined. Though I should've known in the back of my mind that something was going to happen to me the moment I knew I was up against Velez last week and then added on to it when Steve Awesome was granted a shot at me.
But what was really heartbreaking was when you, Xavier Cross, turned your back on me completely. All the things I showed you about this business and you listened to your boss instead of helping me, you shoved that knife into my back. You twisted it so I could feel the pain of what you did to me. Everyone else was just icing on the cake but you, Xavier, your acts can't be forgiven but you wanted to make a name for yourself.
With all those factors in mind, it's really no surprise at all that I was taken out to the shed and had my dignity stolen from me by some of the biggest pussies this promotion has. I know I kicked Steve Awesome but that was between two men having a discussion and nothing more. That was us, that's how we act near one another because we can't stand each other. I believe everyone knows that though. The moment I met Steve Awesome, I hated him. I wanted him to jump off of a bridge.
I want Steve Awesome to take his glasses off and view his world for what it really is. We all know he's so absorbed with himself that he doesn't see things clearly. He never has. I remember when we first went against each other here in nCw. It was Sovereign back in 2008. I came out the winner that night, proving that I was better then Steve Awesome. Then towards the end of 2008, I went on a rampage because he didn't deserve the World Title.
Do you remember it Steve? Because I do. You against Xavier Williams. You cuffed him to the cage, thought you were going to win until I stepped in and stole that World Title from you. Do you remember that night Steve? I hope you do. I hope that image burns in your soul forever. I want you to remember that night because that was the night I started the downfall of Steve Awesome into what you people see now. He hasn't been right since he lost that World Title.
Since that night a year and a half ago, Steve Awesome has been wandering in his own desert trying to find his oasis. He thinks he's found it now but it's nothing more then a mirage. Kelly, she doesn't love you. Xavier, who you claimed to be your boy? He's just puttin' on a front to help his career by getting on the boss' good side. Your MCM buddies, I don't think they really care about you Steve. The only person in this world who gives two sh*ts about you is an old man.
An old man, Steve. That's all you have in this world is an old man. A man who is giving you a shot at me despite you never doing anything worth getting the shot on your own right. You remember how I told you about earning things on your own? You're still aren't there yet Steve and I'm afraid you'll never get to that point. Even if you are the so called "Face of the Franchise" who else embodies a normal person like me. People don't live like you do.
People don't go kidnapping someone else's wife under the false idea that she's in love with you. People don't go around running their mouths off about how great they are because the owner verbally blowing them every other second to make their own ego bigger. I'm what a real person is, Steve. I'm the guy with the family. I'm the guy who has the love. I'm the guy who is the real face of this company, not you. Management puts so much emphasis on the whole family oriented thing.
Who better to give them that then me? It sure as hell ain't you. Sit in your mansion, alone with you hold someone against their will because that's the closest thing to marriage you'll ever see. You might as well consider Xavier Cross a kid to you because that's the only way you're ever going to see on. Take away your ego, your self image and the boss and what are we left with, Steve? A man who's own family can't stand the sight of him. A man who drove off the woman who loved him quite a while ago.
This is just a harsh reality Steve. I have everything you wish you could have. I said it on Sunday night and I'm saying it again. Despite your jokes about me being "Big Daddy", you want nothing else more in this world to be me. The love, the wife, the kids, the house, the family and even the white picket fence in the front yard. That's what you want Steve along with my World Title. It ain't gonna happen brother even if your crew gets involved because people have my back now.
You and your chickensh*t crews won't beat me down again. I'm declaring war against the Front Office and the Young Guns. Anyone who wants to help me against these bitches can. Sunday night Steve, you ain't gonna do nothin' but cry when its over."
-----
Brad puts up his audio equipment and sighs. He stands up, feeling a bit of pain where his bruised rib is. His left pinkie is in a sort of cast as he leaves the office and heads into the living room. No one else is there, Brad putting his glance on the sports section of the newspaper. He sits and grabs it, looking at the headlines. Mostly about the World Cup and the NBA Finals preview of game six. Footsteps are heard now, Brad lowering the paper expecting to see Megan but it's not her.
Brad: Hey man, what's up?
Ah, it's Evan Andrews. He nods at Brad before sitting down next to him.
Evan: So how you feeling? Quite a savage beating you took?
Brad looks at his pinkie before turning his attention back to his best friend.
Brad: Yeah, wasn't too much fun. I never really enjoyed getting jumped like that.
Evan: Neither have I.
The two men sit in silence for a moment. Evan breaks it.
Evan: Steve this week, right?
Brad: Yep. Another day, another bitch I face. I ain't losing this title on my first defense. I refuse to.
Evan: Can't say I blame you but if it happens, I'm sure you'll get another chance.
Brad scoffs after hearing that.
Brad: Yeah, I don't think I will. I stood up to the boss' golden boy. That doesn't exactly get me anything at this point.
Evan: True but you'll find a way. You always do.
The two men let silence fall between them again. Neither of them say anything this time, Evan turning the TV on while Brad goes back to reading the paper. Both of them know what task lies ahead of Brad this weekend but does he know that Evan signed a contract? Probably not yet but still, Brad knows he can't lose this one. nCw is counting on him.