Post by Hamilton Locke on Aug 20, 2011 11:50:20 GMT -6
I screwed up guys, sorry about that, I misjudged the deadline for our match against the internationals...so I'll post this here....
The legendary Kane family. Spike, the often misunderstood, often maligned, often imitated but never duplicated. Brad, never misunderstood, rarely maligned, but alas never imitated and why would anyone try to duplicate that lackluster career. You look like Spike but that is where the similarities end. You boys took the beat down on Brad very personally, when it was nothing but business. That’s good for us but very bad for you, we now have the attention of two “NCW Legends” which only promotes OUR agenda, not yours. I could give a damn about the Kane family legacy and all the titles that have been held by them. The Lockes are not here for gold, we are here for money, fame and what ever else comes our way, you don’t have to like it but then again there is not a damn thing you can do about it either. Don’t misunderstand mine and my brothers grudging respect for you as anything other than that. We don’t like you, and we don’t give a damn about you. The only thing facing people like you brings us is attention and a bigger pay day down the road. Some will say we are in over our head calling out the likes of you, if we are then so be it, we’ll take the occasional ass whippin to further our goals.
Speaking of ass whippins, The Internationals have had a lot to say about us, but guess what? There is not a member of the staff or a man or woman on this roster that gives a damn about what you have to say. You’re a couple of female midgets living in a mans world. You called my brother and I prostitutes? Give that man a cigar! Nailed it on your first try, good for you son. You are right on the money with that statement for all the good it will do you. The Lockes have said from day one that is what we are and that is what we are about. We fight for money, we take people out for money, we do everything we do for guess what? MONEY! Our services go to the highest bidder every single time. One thing to remember boys, the only reason your still able to wrestle is because no one has put a price on your heads. And do you have any idea why that hasn’t happened? It may have something to do with the fact that you’re not relevant here in NCW.
When tag team names are presented to the current champions in idle conversation, The Internationals gets nothing but a brief chuckle from the champs. They often ask “Who?”, its very sad really that a team with such international fame doesn’t strike fear into the heart of the current champs. While it should garner respect from every team on the roster, it doesn’t and after the show it will garner less than before. I hope my words light a fire under your asses and you prove me wrong. If not I would suggest a cranal-analectomy from your local care provider. If he’s not available then guess what? The doctor is in and I can help you with that. Oh and in case you don’t know what a cranal-analectomy is, that is where I forcibly pull your head from your ass.
{Sweatlodge in southern Arizona}
I lean up against the sweat lodge wall adorned in only a simple loin cloth feeling the sweat roll down my body. I watch as my little brother meditates to try and recover memories that elude him. Memories that are still very fresh in my mind as if they occurred just yesterday but are many years in our distant past. It doesn’t matter how much I tell him that these are thoughts that he would not want, he persists in asking questions that only I and Morris Sinclaire have the answers to. I have no time for pitying him nor the patience for it. As he looks up at me with the same questions in his eyes as always I brush them aside as always. Morris sticks his head in through the tent flap.
Morris Sinclaire:
Time to start getting ready.
The difference between the temperature in the sweat lodge and the outside air is dramatic. As I step outside its refreshingly cool for the 110 degree day that it is. I feel the goose bumps rise on my skin as I make my way the house that the three of us share. I packed my bags the night before so there is nothing for me to do but shower and dress for the trip. Rockwell following close behind makes his way to his room to gather his things. Before I reach my door Morris calls to me.
Morris Sinclaire:
Hamilton….
I turn and see a troubled man, a face consumed by worry and maybe a touch of regret.
Hamilton Locke:
No Morris.
Morris Sinclaire:
We have to tell him eventually.
Hamilton Locke:
Actually we don’t, the only thing WE have to do right now is to make sure he stays focused on the task at hand.
Morris’ head bows as he stares at nothing in particular on the floor.
Hamilton Locke:
All will be revealed to him when he is ready.
Morris’ head snaps up with jaw muscles clinched as he speaks through clenched teeth.
Morris Sinclaire:
And who decides when he is ready? You?
I flex my hands allowing the knuckles to pop in rhythm.
Hamilton Locke:
If not me then no one, I am his brother, I will decide, not you….your decisions have cost this family too much for too long Morris.
Scene fades
The legendary Kane family. Spike, the often misunderstood, often maligned, often imitated but never duplicated. Brad, never misunderstood, rarely maligned, but alas never imitated and why would anyone try to duplicate that lackluster career. You look like Spike but that is where the similarities end. You boys took the beat down on Brad very personally, when it was nothing but business. That’s good for us but very bad for you, we now have the attention of two “NCW Legends” which only promotes OUR agenda, not yours. I could give a damn about the Kane family legacy and all the titles that have been held by them. The Lockes are not here for gold, we are here for money, fame and what ever else comes our way, you don’t have to like it but then again there is not a damn thing you can do about it either. Don’t misunderstand mine and my brothers grudging respect for you as anything other than that. We don’t like you, and we don’t give a damn about you. The only thing facing people like you brings us is attention and a bigger pay day down the road. Some will say we are in over our head calling out the likes of you, if we are then so be it, we’ll take the occasional ass whippin to further our goals.
Speaking of ass whippins, The Internationals have had a lot to say about us, but guess what? There is not a member of the staff or a man or woman on this roster that gives a damn about what you have to say. You’re a couple of female midgets living in a mans world. You called my brother and I prostitutes? Give that man a cigar! Nailed it on your first try, good for you son. You are right on the money with that statement for all the good it will do you. The Lockes have said from day one that is what we are and that is what we are about. We fight for money, we take people out for money, we do everything we do for guess what? MONEY! Our services go to the highest bidder every single time. One thing to remember boys, the only reason your still able to wrestle is because no one has put a price on your heads. And do you have any idea why that hasn’t happened? It may have something to do with the fact that you’re not relevant here in NCW.
When tag team names are presented to the current champions in idle conversation, The Internationals gets nothing but a brief chuckle from the champs. They often ask “Who?”, its very sad really that a team with such international fame doesn’t strike fear into the heart of the current champs. While it should garner respect from every team on the roster, it doesn’t and after the show it will garner less than before. I hope my words light a fire under your asses and you prove me wrong. If not I would suggest a cranal-analectomy from your local care provider. If he’s not available then guess what? The doctor is in and I can help you with that. Oh and in case you don’t know what a cranal-analectomy is, that is where I forcibly pull your head from your ass.
{Sweatlodge in southern Arizona}
I lean up against the sweat lodge wall adorned in only a simple loin cloth feeling the sweat roll down my body. I watch as my little brother meditates to try and recover memories that elude him. Memories that are still very fresh in my mind as if they occurred just yesterday but are many years in our distant past. It doesn’t matter how much I tell him that these are thoughts that he would not want, he persists in asking questions that only I and Morris Sinclaire have the answers to. I have no time for pitying him nor the patience for it. As he looks up at me with the same questions in his eyes as always I brush them aside as always. Morris sticks his head in through the tent flap.
Morris Sinclaire:
Time to start getting ready.
The difference between the temperature in the sweat lodge and the outside air is dramatic. As I step outside its refreshingly cool for the 110 degree day that it is. I feel the goose bumps rise on my skin as I make my way the house that the three of us share. I packed my bags the night before so there is nothing for me to do but shower and dress for the trip. Rockwell following close behind makes his way to his room to gather his things. Before I reach my door Morris calls to me.
Morris Sinclaire:
Hamilton….
I turn and see a troubled man, a face consumed by worry and maybe a touch of regret.
Hamilton Locke:
No Morris.
Morris Sinclaire:
We have to tell him eventually.
Hamilton Locke:
Actually we don’t, the only thing WE have to do right now is to make sure he stays focused on the task at hand.
Morris’ head bows as he stares at nothing in particular on the floor.
Hamilton Locke:
All will be revealed to him when he is ready.
Morris’ head snaps up with jaw muscles clinched as he speaks through clenched teeth.
Morris Sinclaire:
And who decides when he is ready? You?
I flex my hands allowing the knuckles to pop in rhythm.
Hamilton Locke:
If not me then no one, I am his brother, I will decide, not you….your decisions have cost this family too much for too long Morris.
Scene fades