Post by Brad Kane on Mar 24, 2010 18:01:40 GMT -6
Overcast skies but its fairly warm out for this time of year. Standing outside getting some of the fresh spring air is the man himself, Brad Kane. He stands alone for a moment or two, looking over his property. It's pretty nicely sized. Though his eyes are a little red from all of the grass starting to shoot up from the ground. Allergies are such a pain in the rear. He let's loose a sneeze before grabbing a handkerchief out of his back pocket. After Brad's finished, he turns his way back to the mansion. Standing in the doorway with a soured look on her face is Megan.
Megan: Why are you outside right now? You know what the start of spring does to you! All the sneezing even with your allergy medication. I outta smack some sense into you.
A half smile creeps onto Brad's face before his nods his head. He steps back inside with Megan following him. She wraps her hands around his waist, putting her head on his shoulder.
Megan: I dumped the kids off on your sister tonight. Well her and a couple of others. No two people could handle ten. Just you and me tonight. Couple of nights late I realize but I did what I could.
That smile has grown into a full one. The couple makes their way into the basement where all the real fun stuff is. Giant TV with any video game you'd possibly ever want to play. Brad takes a seat and grabs an Xbox 360 controller. Megan sits next to him, watching her husband handle everything while seated.
Megan: What ya gonna play babe?
Brad: Well I don't even know what's in the 360 right now. Suppose I'll find out which ought to be fun.
Megan cuddles up to Brad, looking at the screen flare up with all the hoopla and what not. Her eyes widen, remembering who played what last.
Megan: Oh. I know what's in there. Fallout 3. Chris was playing it last night while you were working out in the gym.
Brad: I figured he would've been playing one of those Xtreme Beach Volleyball Games that his uncle bought for him just to piss me off...
She giggles while Brad shakes his head in a small bit of disgust.
Brad: Its not that I don't mind Chris looking at boobs its just, well, he doesn't need to see unproportional broads that aren't real.
Megan: ...Says the man that watches hentai...
Brad: I'm old enough to know women don't look like that. Except for you...
She slaps him in the chest playfully.
Megan: Oh hush. Not my fault I was blessed with this rack. Though somedays its such a strain on my back. I wish they were smaller sometimes...
Brad: Then get them reduced. I don't care Megs. You'll always look great to me. Even if you get them reduced to be a member of the itty bitty titty committee.
Megan: Oh I'd probably get them reduced a cup size but I don't really want to go through that hassle. Breast feeding and all.
Brad: Why don't you let me suck 'em like you do for Sasha?
Megan: You're a grown man, that's why. Plus you know how sore my nipples get when I'm breastfeeding.
Brad nod his head before moving his eyes to stare at Megan's cleavage. Doing so gets him killed in Fallout.
Megan: Okay my boobs aren't big enough to be TV screens. You just died silly.
He looks back at the TV now, noticing that his character is indeed dead.
Brad: Ah well, I'd rather look at you anyways...
The controller gets tossed to the floor, Brad moving Megan onto his lap and proceeds to motorboat her breasts. She giggles, looking at his hair.
Megan: Stop that! It tickles!
That only makes the situation a little more worse for Megan. Eventually Brad stops to allow Megan to breathe again.
Brad: What do you say the two of us order a pizza, watch some movies and go to bed tonight?
Megan: That would be wonderful. What kind of movies did you have in mind?
A sly grin is on her face.
Brad: Well I was thinking the kind where zombies eat people. That sort of romantic thing. Know how you love that.
Megan: Bradley Allen Kane! I wanna watch something dirtier!
Brad: Oh. I guess that could be a good thing. But first, I must feed.
He stands up and has his wife flung over his shoulder. Like you'd imagine a caveman to carry a woman he bonked on the head home. Megan giggles all the while, loving her life just like how Brad loves his.
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"Tonight has been a really fun night in my life. Somehow Megan was able to get the kids pawned off on family and friends so we could spend the night alone. Its been so long since we've been able to have such a fun time. I'll never regret any single child I've had. In my younger days I probably would have. The days where I was immature and a jerk.
Still am a jerk depending on who you ask.
No matter the case of how people feel about me. There is an event in my life coming up next month. I started this business when I was twenty five. So in early April, it'll have been six years since I began this long road. Titles, accomplishments, friends and money. All things I've lost going down this road.
There was a time in my life where I wouldn't have cared if something happened to my loved ones. I was too busy wrapped up in my own little world of alcohol and a few drugs to really give a crap. But as we get older, things change, our values and ideals change. When I was Reckless Jack, everyone knew that I lived that name. I was that guy who didn't care what he did.
Just part of going down that road in life. But sometimes you can take the worst turns and still end up going on the right road that was meant for you. Just takes a little bit longer then you expected. I honestly didn't think I'd be here right now recording this for anyone a year ago. I thought I'd burned my final bridge with nearly every single promotion I've worked for.
But for some reason this place always welcomed me back with open arms. I never really understood it either. Management knows how much of a problem I can be but I think they're just waiting for me to finally find that right road to walk down in this promotion.
Two years ago I was on the right road. Two years ago I defeated Steve Awesome at the pay per view we're holding this Sunday night. Two months after that, I got my last chance at a singles title in this promotion until now. Two years of off and on and yet you still feel the need to grant me something that I honestly don't have a right to.
Perhaps this is just another test to see if I'm walking down the right road here. If I lose, people will expect the flip out and the rage quit before I change my mind the day after. If I win people will wonder how long I'll keep caring about my status before I fade back into the clouds.
So many labels with my career and they're all of my own doing. But Xavier Cross showed me something. That man carried a horrible label when I first met him. He was a brash, cocky and arrogant little ass. Almost reminded me of me. I think that's why when I first met him, I hated him. I detested him because I saw that same image of myself.
A guy who just wanted to piss everyone off that he could. A guy that didn't care about who he hurt or why he hurt them. I think that's why I've taken such an interest in Xavier Cross. He's almost like a less talented version of me.
Didn't think I'd go the whole time without bad mouthing someone did you?
But what happened in your personal life is something that I thought happened to me. Remember when I thought my son Chris was dead? No one gave me the air time to boo hoo about it. No one gave me the time of day when I thought he was dead. The only person that cared, I can't even mention his name on nCw anymore out of fear of getting fired.
So you see Xavier, I'm sorry your wife died, I truly am. But just remember I've gone through this same thing and the respect that you've gotten out of it, it makes me burn. You haven't done half the things that I've done and you get air time to cry out your soul because you want to make yourself look like a giant worldbeater when you somehow defied the odds and...
Well beating The Ace really isn't defying the odds. More like a sure bet...
Cross, on Sunday night, I'm coming for that title. Its been too long since I've held a piece of singles gold in my life. I know I've said I'm title oriented anymore but this is just calling to me. That title is screaming for me to hold onto it and make it back into something. Cross, I love you like a little brother sometimes.
But big brother is gonna paint your ass red Sunday night."
Megan: Why are you outside right now? You know what the start of spring does to you! All the sneezing even with your allergy medication. I outta smack some sense into you.
A half smile creeps onto Brad's face before his nods his head. He steps back inside with Megan following him. She wraps her hands around his waist, putting her head on his shoulder.
Megan: I dumped the kids off on your sister tonight. Well her and a couple of others. No two people could handle ten. Just you and me tonight. Couple of nights late I realize but I did what I could.
That smile has grown into a full one. The couple makes their way into the basement where all the real fun stuff is. Giant TV with any video game you'd possibly ever want to play. Brad takes a seat and grabs an Xbox 360 controller. Megan sits next to him, watching her husband handle everything while seated.
Megan: What ya gonna play babe?
Brad: Well I don't even know what's in the 360 right now. Suppose I'll find out which ought to be fun.
Megan cuddles up to Brad, looking at the screen flare up with all the hoopla and what not. Her eyes widen, remembering who played what last.
Megan: Oh. I know what's in there. Fallout 3. Chris was playing it last night while you were working out in the gym.
Brad: I figured he would've been playing one of those Xtreme Beach Volleyball Games that his uncle bought for him just to piss me off...
She giggles while Brad shakes his head in a small bit of disgust.
Brad: Its not that I don't mind Chris looking at boobs its just, well, he doesn't need to see unproportional broads that aren't real.
Megan: ...Says the man that watches hentai...
Brad: I'm old enough to know women don't look like that. Except for you...
She slaps him in the chest playfully.
Megan: Oh hush. Not my fault I was blessed with this rack. Though somedays its such a strain on my back. I wish they were smaller sometimes...
Brad: Then get them reduced. I don't care Megs. You'll always look great to me. Even if you get them reduced to be a member of the itty bitty titty committee.
Megan: Oh I'd probably get them reduced a cup size but I don't really want to go through that hassle. Breast feeding and all.
Brad: Why don't you let me suck 'em like you do for Sasha?
Megan: You're a grown man, that's why. Plus you know how sore my nipples get when I'm breastfeeding.
Brad nod his head before moving his eyes to stare at Megan's cleavage. Doing so gets him killed in Fallout.
Megan: Okay my boobs aren't big enough to be TV screens. You just died silly.
He looks back at the TV now, noticing that his character is indeed dead.
Brad: Ah well, I'd rather look at you anyways...
The controller gets tossed to the floor, Brad moving Megan onto his lap and proceeds to motorboat her breasts. She giggles, looking at his hair.
Megan: Stop that! It tickles!
That only makes the situation a little more worse for Megan. Eventually Brad stops to allow Megan to breathe again.
Brad: What do you say the two of us order a pizza, watch some movies and go to bed tonight?
Megan: That would be wonderful. What kind of movies did you have in mind?
A sly grin is on her face.
Brad: Well I was thinking the kind where zombies eat people. That sort of romantic thing. Know how you love that.
Megan: Bradley Allen Kane! I wanna watch something dirtier!
Brad: Oh. I guess that could be a good thing. But first, I must feed.
He stands up and has his wife flung over his shoulder. Like you'd imagine a caveman to carry a woman he bonked on the head home. Megan giggles all the while, loving her life just like how Brad loves his.
-----
"Tonight has been a really fun night in my life. Somehow Megan was able to get the kids pawned off on family and friends so we could spend the night alone. Its been so long since we've been able to have such a fun time. I'll never regret any single child I've had. In my younger days I probably would have. The days where I was immature and a jerk.
Still am a jerk depending on who you ask.
No matter the case of how people feel about me. There is an event in my life coming up next month. I started this business when I was twenty five. So in early April, it'll have been six years since I began this long road. Titles, accomplishments, friends and money. All things I've lost going down this road.
There was a time in my life where I wouldn't have cared if something happened to my loved ones. I was too busy wrapped up in my own little world of alcohol and a few drugs to really give a crap. But as we get older, things change, our values and ideals change. When I was Reckless Jack, everyone knew that I lived that name. I was that guy who didn't care what he did.
Just part of going down that road in life. But sometimes you can take the worst turns and still end up going on the right road that was meant for you. Just takes a little bit longer then you expected. I honestly didn't think I'd be here right now recording this for anyone a year ago. I thought I'd burned my final bridge with nearly every single promotion I've worked for.
But for some reason this place always welcomed me back with open arms. I never really understood it either. Management knows how much of a problem I can be but I think they're just waiting for me to finally find that right road to walk down in this promotion.
Two years ago I was on the right road. Two years ago I defeated Steve Awesome at the pay per view we're holding this Sunday night. Two months after that, I got my last chance at a singles title in this promotion until now. Two years of off and on and yet you still feel the need to grant me something that I honestly don't have a right to.
Perhaps this is just another test to see if I'm walking down the right road here. If I lose, people will expect the flip out and the rage quit before I change my mind the day after. If I win people will wonder how long I'll keep caring about my status before I fade back into the clouds.
So many labels with my career and they're all of my own doing. But Xavier Cross showed me something. That man carried a horrible label when I first met him. He was a brash, cocky and arrogant little ass. Almost reminded me of me. I think that's why when I first met him, I hated him. I detested him because I saw that same image of myself.
A guy who just wanted to piss everyone off that he could. A guy that didn't care about who he hurt or why he hurt them. I think that's why I've taken such an interest in Xavier Cross. He's almost like a less talented version of me.
Didn't think I'd go the whole time without bad mouthing someone did you?
But what happened in your personal life is something that I thought happened to me. Remember when I thought my son Chris was dead? No one gave me the air time to boo hoo about it. No one gave me the time of day when I thought he was dead. The only person that cared, I can't even mention his name on nCw anymore out of fear of getting fired.
So you see Xavier, I'm sorry your wife died, I truly am. But just remember I've gone through this same thing and the respect that you've gotten out of it, it makes me burn. You haven't done half the things that I've done and you get air time to cry out your soul because you want to make yourself look like a giant worldbeater when you somehow defied the odds and...
Well beating The Ace really isn't defying the odds. More like a sure bet...
Cross, on Sunday night, I'm coming for that title. Its been too long since I've held a piece of singles gold in my life. I know I've said I'm title oriented anymore but this is just calling to me. That title is screaming for me to hold onto it and make it back into something. Cross, I love you like a little brother sometimes.
But big brother is gonna paint your ass red Sunday night."