Post by Brad Kane on May 31, 2010 21:15:53 GMT -6
A very messy rec room that looks like a tornado ripped through it and then went back through it just to mess it up again. Yeah, that messy. People with OCD tread lightly. With a large black trash bag in his hand, Brad Kane is picking up paper plates with traces of birthday cake on them. A smile is on his face though, happy that his son's birthday party went very well. Unknown to him, Chris is sitting in a chair behind him watching. Brad wipes a bit of sweat from his forehead as it's beginning to look cleaner finally. He turns around and drops the bag to see his smiling son looking at him.
Brad: Tryin' to make sure another wrestler goes out in his thirties?
Chris lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. Brad knows that wasn't his intent at all but still. Nearly gave him a huge shock.
Chris: Nah, just wondering if you needed any help picking up. I know you told me to go enjoy the rest of the day but I feel like I should help. It was my fault for this mess. No one gave me the idea to yell food fight.
Brad: You had fun though.
Brad continues to pick up the trash while Chris just sits and watches. Seems he'd rather keep his dad company instead of actually helping. No matter, Brad picks up some wrapping paper off of the floor and shakes his head.
Brad: Can't believe your Aunt Freya bought you that...
Chris: I can't believe she got me a box of condoms either. Just her sense of humor I assume.
Brad: Yep, that's your Aunt Freya. She thinks just because she married the Innovator of FUN she has to play jokes like that too. Though, you know, seeing you look at them made me realize that I never had "the talk" with you.
Chris' smile slowly turns to a look of horror, really not wanting to have this conversation with his father. Brad pulls up a chair and sits across from his kid, serious look on his face.
Brad: I know you've probably gone over this stuff in Health Class but that's out of a freakin' text book by some 90 year old broad who hasn't seen any action since Truman was in office. So how anyone can learn like that is beyond me. The best way to learn about sex is to dive into it head first.
He chuckles at his sort pun.
Brad: I remember the teacher who taught me sex ed anyways. She probably gangbanged with the Romans.
Chris starts to laugh after that comment. Brad inhales before trying to become a bit more serious.
Brad: Now I ain't gonna tell you to wait to have sex for whatever age. Kids are gonna do what kids are gonna do. If the time is right and you both love each other, go for it. Just always make sure to wear what your Aunt Freya gave you. I've never put one on and look at how many kids I have. Hell, you'll probably have to ask someone else how to put it on or use it. But back to my point. I just don't see why people are saying that sex is a bad thing. With the right people, it's a great thing.
Chris: Like when you and that black dude double teamed Megan?
Brad blinks a couple of times before coming to terms of what his son just said.
Brad: Damn internet. That's different. Megan and I were really horny for a few months and we wanted to get paid for it. She said she wanted to try something else so why not. I mean she let me bang an Asian chick so it all worked out.
Chris: I see...
Brad: But back to what I was saying. Your real mother and I started to have sex around fourteen or so. Four years later and about hundred plus times later, there you were looking at me. There ain't a day that goes by where I don't thank God for you kids but if I had learned how to use a condom, you probably wouldn't be here right now. Either way, do what you feel is right when it comes to this. I won't get pissed at you unless I heard you weren't wearing a rubber. I'll kick your ass if that happens.
Chris begins to nod his head. A curious look creeps on his face.
Chris: What if I stuck to anal sex?
Brad: Despite what porn tells you, anal sex is hard to come back. Luckily I got myself a nympho though I made her that way...
Chris: Alright. Well I think Ally wants to give me my present.
Brad looks at his son, trying to figure out what present exactly means.
Brad: Gonna nail her?
Chris: I don't think so. Not unless she wants to. I mean her birthday is tomorrow. How many kids get to have a girlfriend living them in the same house as them?
Brad: Not too many. Though if we didn't take in people who wanted to train to wrestle, you'd be S.O.L. Go have fun kid.
Chris smiles and stands up. He hugs his father and leaves the rec room with a smile on his face. Brad stands back up himself, grabbing the trash bag before going back to work. He knows his son will go his own path and he'll be there to help when he needs it. The one thing Brad was missing himself, that guiding hand to keep him on track. There's a piece of cake left on the table as Brad grabs it and takes a bite while continuing to work...
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"This week, I'm not going to do things normally. I know the usual process of cutting a promo is speaking about everyone at once but I just don't feel like that'll work this time around. I just don't think I can possibly think of that many things to say without repeating myself over and over again. I hate sounding like a broken record believe it or not. Though I would like to address the situation from last week really quickly.
Angel, you won. You used the ropes. Good job, you really showed me didn't you? I suppose this even things up for the third match down the road somewhere. I'll be making sure to keep a better eye on you next time.
Now on Sunday evening, this coming Sunday, I'm walking into the first ever nCw Survivor match. Four men walk in, only one can stand at the end of the night and have his hand raised above his head while that World Championship gets passed to him. Quite a tough task isn't it? Probably one of the tougher things I've had to do in quite some time that didn't involve changing a diaper in a public bathroom with no changing station. That's a pain in the rear.
But tonight, this is dedicated to you, Steve Awesome.
In life we have choices to make. We have to make decisions about what we do and how we go about it. We need to think about how they really impact those around us and how it might hurt someone. Sometimes I find myself making the mistake of not thinking things through and I end up hurting the people I love most. That's why I really don't have any friends left in this business anymore. It's because of how I used to act. I used to be a brash young man. Almost like yourself.
I used to want things I couldn't have. I used to find myself chasing after things that I knew I'd never get except for one time. When I was still with Chris' real mother, I began to take interest in another woman. I started to pursue her behind my girl's back. I had gotten what I wanted but I strained a relationship with the woman I had sex with the first time. I messed up things so badly that the next few years were a struggle for my son that I ended up winning until my problems started in.
This road you're going down Steve, it's a steep hill with jagged rocks in the end. I know that you and Adam have your problems with one another. That if Adam somehow finds himself winning on Sunday night, you'll have your boy Fox come out and give the World Title to you. And if that happens, I'll have a big problem with that because despite your saga with Adam being plastered all over television the past few months, there is something so much more at stake then a woman.
When you bring this to the table where the World Title resides, it makes me a little leary of what could happen as I just explained. That chance of getting screwed out of the title because you have the owner of the company in your back pocket, it just doesn't sit well. Earlier this month you made yourself known in my business twice. I tried to let it go because you were after Adam but the truth of the matter is that you got involved in my business.
Due to your little lovers triangle with Adam and Kelly, what should rightfully be a one on one match between Angel and myself, is a four way Survivor match because you and your cronies couldn't let me do my damn thing and win a damn match. You know what that tells me Steve? That you, along with everyone else, doesn't believe in Brad Kane. No one believes in Brad Kane anymore. People got behind everyone else that's gotten a shot at that World Title the past few years. But when it came to Brad Kane, everyone keeps crossing me off.
And for what? Because I've made some horrible choices in the past? Show me someone that works harder then I do when I got my head into this sport. Show me someone who cares as much about this business as I do when my head is in the right place. You can't do it Steve. Not a single person loves this business as much as I do because I can't walk away. Lord knows I've tried so many times but I can't leave because this is what I was meant to do.
I wasn't meant to be a womanizing son of a bitch like you are. I wasn't meant to want a married woman that gets locked up at night. I wasn't meant to drive a stake through two people's love and cast doubt on those who love them. What's your f*cking problem you son of a bitch? Do you not realize that despite me being friendless, you're the most hated person in that f*cking locker room! Everyone loathes you. Everyone despises you because of how far your head is up Fox's ass.
I don't get it Steve. You got all the skill in the world but you just can't do it on your own. It makes me so angry to see it. You're probably more talented then I am and yet you just can't see how great you could be on your own merit all the time. You have the flashes of it Steve and it makes me wonder if there is just something inside of you that makes you depend on others to help you in your time of need. When I hear the phrase born alone, die alone, I never think of you.
You'll be buried in your casket when your end is up with someone else because you couldn't manage to do it on your own. I bet you have someone putting on your pants because you just can't fathom the empty and alone feeling you get when you look into a mirror. That feeling in your gut, I know it Steve. It hurts but you gotta go out and do it on your own. Find your own woman. Find your own way.
Until that day, Steve, I'm gonna keep loathing you. Do it yourself.
Peace."
Brad: Tryin' to make sure another wrestler goes out in his thirties?
Chris lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. Brad knows that wasn't his intent at all but still. Nearly gave him a huge shock.
Chris: Nah, just wondering if you needed any help picking up. I know you told me to go enjoy the rest of the day but I feel like I should help. It was my fault for this mess. No one gave me the idea to yell food fight.
Brad: You had fun though.
Brad continues to pick up the trash while Chris just sits and watches. Seems he'd rather keep his dad company instead of actually helping. No matter, Brad picks up some wrapping paper off of the floor and shakes his head.
Brad: Can't believe your Aunt Freya bought you that...
Chris: I can't believe she got me a box of condoms either. Just her sense of humor I assume.
Brad: Yep, that's your Aunt Freya. She thinks just because she married the Innovator of FUN she has to play jokes like that too. Though, you know, seeing you look at them made me realize that I never had "the talk" with you.
Chris' smile slowly turns to a look of horror, really not wanting to have this conversation with his father. Brad pulls up a chair and sits across from his kid, serious look on his face.
Brad: I know you've probably gone over this stuff in Health Class but that's out of a freakin' text book by some 90 year old broad who hasn't seen any action since Truman was in office. So how anyone can learn like that is beyond me. The best way to learn about sex is to dive into it head first.
He chuckles at his sort pun.
Brad: I remember the teacher who taught me sex ed anyways. She probably gangbanged with the Romans.
Chris starts to laugh after that comment. Brad inhales before trying to become a bit more serious.
Brad: Now I ain't gonna tell you to wait to have sex for whatever age. Kids are gonna do what kids are gonna do. If the time is right and you both love each other, go for it. Just always make sure to wear what your Aunt Freya gave you. I've never put one on and look at how many kids I have. Hell, you'll probably have to ask someone else how to put it on or use it. But back to my point. I just don't see why people are saying that sex is a bad thing. With the right people, it's a great thing.
Chris: Like when you and that black dude double teamed Megan?
Brad blinks a couple of times before coming to terms of what his son just said.
Brad: Damn internet. That's different. Megan and I were really horny for a few months and we wanted to get paid for it. She said she wanted to try something else so why not. I mean she let me bang an Asian chick so it all worked out.
Chris: I see...
Brad: But back to what I was saying. Your real mother and I started to have sex around fourteen or so. Four years later and about hundred plus times later, there you were looking at me. There ain't a day that goes by where I don't thank God for you kids but if I had learned how to use a condom, you probably wouldn't be here right now. Either way, do what you feel is right when it comes to this. I won't get pissed at you unless I heard you weren't wearing a rubber. I'll kick your ass if that happens.
Chris begins to nod his head. A curious look creeps on his face.
Chris: What if I stuck to anal sex?
Brad: Despite what porn tells you, anal sex is hard to come back. Luckily I got myself a nympho though I made her that way...
Chris: Alright. Well I think Ally wants to give me my present.
Brad looks at his son, trying to figure out what present exactly means.
Brad: Gonna nail her?
Chris: I don't think so. Not unless she wants to. I mean her birthday is tomorrow. How many kids get to have a girlfriend living them in the same house as them?
Brad: Not too many. Though if we didn't take in people who wanted to train to wrestle, you'd be S.O.L. Go have fun kid.
Chris smiles and stands up. He hugs his father and leaves the rec room with a smile on his face. Brad stands back up himself, grabbing the trash bag before going back to work. He knows his son will go his own path and he'll be there to help when he needs it. The one thing Brad was missing himself, that guiding hand to keep him on track. There's a piece of cake left on the table as Brad grabs it and takes a bite while continuing to work...
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"This week, I'm not going to do things normally. I know the usual process of cutting a promo is speaking about everyone at once but I just don't feel like that'll work this time around. I just don't think I can possibly think of that many things to say without repeating myself over and over again. I hate sounding like a broken record believe it or not. Though I would like to address the situation from last week really quickly.
Angel, you won. You used the ropes. Good job, you really showed me didn't you? I suppose this even things up for the third match down the road somewhere. I'll be making sure to keep a better eye on you next time.
Now on Sunday evening, this coming Sunday, I'm walking into the first ever nCw Survivor match. Four men walk in, only one can stand at the end of the night and have his hand raised above his head while that World Championship gets passed to him. Quite a tough task isn't it? Probably one of the tougher things I've had to do in quite some time that didn't involve changing a diaper in a public bathroom with no changing station. That's a pain in the rear.
But tonight, this is dedicated to you, Steve Awesome.
In life we have choices to make. We have to make decisions about what we do and how we go about it. We need to think about how they really impact those around us and how it might hurt someone. Sometimes I find myself making the mistake of not thinking things through and I end up hurting the people I love most. That's why I really don't have any friends left in this business anymore. It's because of how I used to act. I used to be a brash young man. Almost like yourself.
I used to want things I couldn't have. I used to find myself chasing after things that I knew I'd never get except for one time. When I was still with Chris' real mother, I began to take interest in another woman. I started to pursue her behind my girl's back. I had gotten what I wanted but I strained a relationship with the woman I had sex with the first time. I messed up things so badly that the next few years were a struggle for my son that I ended up winning until my problems started in.
This road you're going down Steve, it's a steep hill with jagged rocks in the end. I know that you and Adam have your problems with one another. That if Adam somehow finds himself winning on Sunday night, you'll have your boy Fox come out and give the World Title to you. And if that happens, I'll have a big problem with that because despite your saga with Adam being plastered all over television the past few months, there is something so much more at stake then a woman.
When you bring this to the table where the World Title resides, it makes me a little leary of what could happen as I just explained. That chance of getting screwed out of the title because you have the owner of the company in your back pocket, it just doesn't sit well. Earlier this month you made yourself known in my business twice. I tried to let it go because you were after Adam but the truth of the matter is that you got involved in my business.
Due to your little lovers triangle with Adam and Kelly, what should rightfully be a one on one match between Angel and myself, is a four way Survivor match because you and your cronies couldn't let me do my damn thing and win a damn match. You know what that tells me Steve? That you, along with everyone else, doesn't believe in Brad Kane. No one believes in Brad Kane anymore. People got behind everyone else that's gotten a shot at that World Title the past few years. But when it came to Brad Kane, everyone keeps crossing me off.
And for what? Because I've made some horrible choices in the past? Show me someone that works harder then I do when I got my head into this sport. Show me someone who cares as much about this business as I do when my head is in the right place. You can't do it Steve. Not a single person loves this business as much as I do because I can't walk away. Lord knows I've tried so many times but I can't leave because this is what I was meant to do.
I wasn't meant to be a womanizing son of a bitch like you are. I wasn't meant to want a married woman that gets locked up at night. I wasn't meant to drive a stake through two people's love and cast doubt on those who love them. What's your f*cking problem you son of a bitch? Do you not realize that despite me being friendless, you're the most hated person in that f*cking locker room! Everyone loathes you. Everyone despises you because of how far your head is up Fox's ass.
I don't get it Steve. You got all the skill in the world but you just can't do it on your own. It makes me so angry to see it. You're probably more talented then I am and yet you just can't see how great you could be on your own merit all the time. You have the flashes of it Steve and it makes me wonder if there is just something inside of you that makes you depend on others to help you in your time of need. When I hear the phrase born alone, die alone, I never think of you.
You'll be buried in your casket when your end is up with someone else because you couldn't manage to do it on your own. I bet you have someone putting on your pants because you just can't fathom the empty and alone feeling you get when you look into a mirror. That feeling in your gut, I know it Steve. It hurts but you gotta go out and do it on your own. Find your own woman. Find your own way.
Until that day, Steve, I'm gonna keep loathing you. Do it yourself.
Peace."