Post by Brad Kane on Sept 17, 2010 22:50:48 GMT -6
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It echoes throughout the new home of Brad Kane in San Diego. He sits in a chair while Megan stares at him. No, wait, she's glaring at him. The fire that burns in her eyes would be enough to charge enough ships to sail for the next fifty years. But Brad doesn't seem to be paying attention to her. Of course this only adds to this fire that rages within' the normally reserved Megan Kane.
[glow=red,2,300]SMACK![/glow]
Another hard shot to his face, Brad still not looking the least bit effected by it. She's coming close to her wits end now.
[glow=red,2,300]SMACK![/glow]
He only blinks before shrugging his shoulders. Still not the response that Megan wants nor needs from her husband.
[glow=red,2,300]SMACK SMACK SMACK![/glow]
Finally Brad looks over at Megan, wondering why he's getting smacked in the back of the head, face and where ever else you might think of. Megan sits down and grabs his hands, trying to calm herself. Brad doesn't have the foggiest idea of what's going on but he should. It's that apathy that's turned itself towards everything in his life. That apathy that is towards wrestling, is starting to seep through into his real life.
Megan forces a smile before frowning, using Brad's own hands to hit himself right in the jaw. She makes sure he uses such force that he falls out of his chair and lands on the floor. He scrambles backwards, confused and a little frightened. Megan looks happy that he shows more emotion yet again.
Megan: So are we finally beginning to feel something?
He still looks confused, unsure of what exactly his wife means. Of course he feels, just not as much as he used to when he let every little thing bother him. It's the extremes he lives by. It bothers him too much or too little as we should all know.
Brad: Huh?
Megan: Did you not feel every single hit I laid on you?
Brad nods his head. He felt them, more then he'll ever admit. Megan pats the loveseat, inviting him back up to sit with her. He does so but is a little hesitant to get close to her. Both of them inhale before clearing their minds for this upcoming discussion of how he's living his life.
Megan: Good, it's about time you've began to felt something. I know you've gave all these reasons lately about why you've been apathetic about your job. Everyone goes through cycles. But I know why you're still not all there when you step into the ring...
Brad: Okay?
That confused look creeps back onto his face while Megan exhales, collecting her words.
Megan: I know why you wanted to leave Boston. It wasn't about Freya, wasn't about your hate for the Pats and it certainly wasn't because of your brother. It all boiled down to one simple thing and why can't you come to terms with it? I have, it was just part of life and we couldn't do anything about it.
He tries to act surprised but he knows where Megan is going with this. Oh he doesn't want her to. Brad doesn't want to revisit this subject, ever but they have to.
Megan: It wasn't your fault she passed away. You tried to help her but you were just too amped up and hurt her more.
Brad shakes his head, not agreeing with Megan. He stands up and puts his hands on his head, trying to remain calm.
Brad: I did. It was my fault. I pressed her chest too hard. I tried too much and I killed Sasha because of it. So yeah, that's the reason why I wanted out of Boston. I couldn't look at that room without thinking of what I did. You can try to give me all the excuses that you want about how I tried to help her but I killed our little girl by trying to save her. That's the end of it. So what if I don't care about wrestling anymore? What's the point when everything I try to love ends up dying or leaving me at some point! **** IT!
In a fit of rage, Brad kicks over the coffee table. A few knick knacks shatter on the floor which in turn causes a huge noise throughout the house. Megan sighs, fearing this would happen.
Megan: Not everyone leaves or dies. I'm still alive. Your other kids are still alive. I swear to God you're afraid, Bradley. You're afraid of yourself. You've tried to drive me away and I won't leave you!
He backs up against the wall and slumps down before leaning his head back. Megan goes over next to him, putting her arms around him, trying to make her husband feel the love and warmth that'll never leave him.
Brad: Maybe you're right. But I don't think anyone can blame me...
Megan: No of course not. What you need to do is to start going back to therapy again. It helped you a couple of years ago, right? So why not find a nice person here and you can start up again to get those emotions out, those emotions that try to destroy what you have in your life out for good. Getting rid of Reckless Jack was a great start. Just need to build on it.
Slowly Brad begins to nod his head in agreement. He hugs Megan back, so thankful to have her watching over him at all times. The two stay there for a moment or two before sharing a kiss...
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"Been doing some thinking the past couple of days. Since the last time I let something out that everyone seems to be talking about in some manner. I am apathetic towards this business, what it's become the past few months. It's not about who you are anymore, it's just about who you know. I think that's been proven time and time again lately. Look at the main event, it's finally changing and instead of giving Burns and DDK the light they deserve, this issue that doesn't even matter gets pushed to the fore front.
Show of hands, who really cares about the Warfare match?
I thought so. Like I've been saying, if we win, we lose. If they win, we still lose. This isn't a situation worth fighting for. How can we, as a collective group of people, make such a stand against a boss and his infinite wealth. I mean any of us can sell out at any given moment and jump to the other side. Fox has a great amount of month that would make any man take notice and think of these benefits.
Tell me you wouldn't take the bribe if it was laid out in front of you. I don't need the money so I could careless if Fox offered me money to turn on the Revolution in a couple of nights. Nah, I'm not in this for them, for nCw or for anyone. I just wanna go into that ring, get pinned and go home to rest up. Do you know why I want this night to be over with? Because the man people want me to be burned up in a damn box a few weeks ago.
You still can't get over him yet, can you? It's like you want this side of me. You want this side of Brad Kane that you know will end up making him kill himself in the end of things. You want this business to take another soul before they make it to forty. I can't allow that to happen. So you can say I'm apathetic all you want to about this match. It's just due to the fact that people want me to be someone I'm not. This company wants me to be someone I'm not. They can back up the ratings bull all they want to when I act a certain manner.
Get it through your heads. I am a shallow, shell of who I was a few years ago. And you know what, I still won your World Title by beating three of your best! What does that say about this company and the way it's headed when a shell of a man, as Charlie Velez put it, won the World Title? Wouldn't that make you feel the least bit apathetic towards this business? And don't you dare lie either because you wouldn't care either.
So by listening to these people for the last couple of months telling me how I don't have it anymore, how much I suck, how much I care about my family or whatever in the hell else you people talk about, all you're doing is making nCw look bad in the end. And isn't that not the objective in the end? Aren't we all supposed to make this place be proud and prideful because they employ us?
Nah, keep calling your peers washed up when they carried the flag for this company. Keep on making fun of people like me who busted their ass for this company when they wanted to because they knew they could.
But in the end, I'm just a washed up shell of a wrestler. I couldn't possibly beat Steve Awesome. I couldn't beat Charlie Velez. I'd never be able to make Ron Gibson tap out and I certainly couldn't beat the almighty Joe Everyman. Nope, I certainly couldn't do any of those things at all. I'm just a washed up has been. That's all I am and I've come to terms with my labels.
Funny thing about my label, though, is that it can get washed off. How do you wash off being a product of the boss' back pocket? How do you wash off being a choke artist when things mattered the most? How do you wash off being the crappier half of a tag team? How do you wash off being considered an all around failure?
You know what, guys, your labels can be washed off too. I'm not a shell of a man. I'm not apathetic like I claim to be. I'm just being what you want me to be. Tell me to be a winner and I'll be a winner. Tell me to be a loser and I'll be a loser.
On Sunday night, Front Office, I don't plan on being a loser. I plan on being a winner. I plan on making all of you shut the hell up about who Brad Kane is.
Peace."
It echoes throughout the new home of Brad Kane in San Diego. He sits in a chair while Megan stares at him. No, wait, she's glaring at him. The fire that burns in her eyes would be enough to charge enough ships to sail for the next fifty years. But Brad doesn't seem to be paying attention to her. Of course this only adds to this fire that rages within' the normally reserved Megan Kane.
[glow=red,2,300]SMACK![/glow]
Another hard shot to his face, Brad still not looking the least bit effected by it. She's coming close to her wits end now.
[glow=red,2,300]SMACK![/glow]
He only blinks before shrugging his shoulders. Still not the response that Megan wants nor needs from her husband.
[glow=red,2,300]SMACK SMACK SMACK![/glow]
Finally Brad looks over at Megan, wondering why he's getting smacked in the back of the head, face and where ever else you might think of. Megan sits down and grabs his hands, trying to calm herself. Brad doesn't have the foggiest idea of what's going on but he should. It's that apathy that's turned itself towards everything in his life. That apathy that is towards wrestling, is starting to seep through into his real life.
Megan forces a smile before frowning, using Brad's own hands to hit himself right in the jaw. She makes sure he uses such force that he falls out of his chair and lands on the floor. He scrambles backwards, confused and a little frightened. Megan looks happy that he shows more emotion yet again.
Megan: So are we finally beginning to feel something?
He still looks confused, unsure of what exactly his wife means. Of course he feels, just not as much as he used to when he let every little thing bother him. It's the extremes he lives by. It bothers him too much or too little as we should all know.
Brad: Huh?
Megan: Did you not feel every single hit I laid on you?
Brad nods his head. He felt them, more then he'll ever admit. Megan pats the loveseat, inviting him back up to sit with her. He does so but is a little hesitant to get close to her. Both of them inhale before clearing their minds for this upcoming discussion of how he's living his life.
Megan: Good, it's about time you've began to felt something. I know you've gave all these reasons lately about why you've been apathetic about your job. Everyone goes through cycles. But I know why you're still not all there when you step into the ring...
Brad: Okay?
That confused look creeps back onto his face while Megan exhales, collecting her words.
Megan: I know why you wanted to leave Boston. It wasn't about Freya, wasn't about your hate for the Pats and it certainly wasn't because of your brother. It all boiled down to one simple thing and why can't you come to terms with it? I have, it was just part of life and we couldn't do anything about it.
He tries to act surprised but he knows where Megan is going with this. Oh he doesn't want her to. Brad doesn't want to revisit this subject, ever but they have to.
Megan: It wasn't your fault she passed away. You tried to help her but you were just too amped up and hurt her more.
Brad shakes his head, not agreeing with Megan. He stands up and puts his hands on his head, trying to remain calm.
Brad: I did. It was my fault. I pressed her chest too hard. I tried too much and I killed Sasha because of it. So yeah, that's the reason why I wanted out of Boston. I couldn't look at that room without thinking of what I did. You can try to give me all the excuses that you want about how I tried to help her but I killed our little girl by trying to save her. That's the end of it. So what if I don't care about wrestling anymore? What's the point when everything I try to love ends up dying or leaving me at some point! **** IT!
In a fit of rage, Brad kicks over the coffee table. A few knick knacks shatter on the floor which in turn causes a huge noise throughout the house. Megan sighs, fearing this would happen.
Megan: Not everyone leaves or dies. I'm still alive. Your other kids are still alive. I swear to God you're afraid, Bradley. You're afraid of yourself. You've tried to drive me away and I won't leave you!
He backs up against the wall and slumps down before leaning his head back. Megan goes over next to him, putting her arms around him, trying to make her husband feel the love and warmth that'll never leave him.
Brad: Maybe you're right. But I don't think anyone can blame me...
Megan: No of course not. What you need to do is to start going back to therapy again. It helped you a couple of years ago, right? So why not find a nice person here and you can start up again to get those emotions out, those emotions that try to destroy what you have in your life out for good. Getting rid of Reckless Jack was a great start. Just need to build on it.
Slowly Brad begins to nod his head in agreement. He hugs Megan back, so thankful to have her watching over him at all times. The two stay there for a moment or two before sharing a kiss...
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"Been doing some thinking the past couple of days. Since the last time I let something out that everyone seems to be talking about in some manner. I am apathetic towards this business, what it's become the past few months. It's not about who you are anymore, it's just about who you know. I think that's been proven time and time again lately. Look at the main event, it's finally changing and instead of giving Burns and DDK the light they deserve, this issue that doesn't even matter gets pushed to the fore front.
Show of hands, who really cares about the Warfare match?
I thought so. Like I've been saying, if we win, we lose. If they win, we still lose. This isn't a situation worth fighting for. How can we, as a collective group of people, make such a stand against a boss and his infinite wealth. I mean any of us can sell out at any given moment and jump to the other side. Fox has a great amount of month that would make any man take notice and think of these benefits.
Tell me you wouldn't take the bribe if it was laid out in front of you. I don't need the money so I could careless if Fox offered me money to turn on the Revolution in a couple of nights. Nah, I'm not in this for them, for nCw or for anyone. I just wanna go into that ring, get pinned and go home to rest up. Do you know why I want this night to be over with? Because the man people want me to be burned up in a damn box a few weeks ago.
You still can't get over him yet, can you? It's like you want this side of me. You want this side of Brad Kane that you know will end up making him kill himself in the end of things. You want this business to take another soul before they make it to forty. I can't allow that to happen. So you can say I'm apathetic all you want to about this match. It's just due to the fact that people want me to be someone I'm not. This company wants me to be someone I'm not. They can back up the ratings bull all they want to when I act a certain manner.
Get it through your heads. I am a shallow, shell of who I was a few years ago. And you know what, I still won your World Title by beating three of your best! What does that say about this company and the way it's headed when a shell of a man, as Charlie Velez put it, won the World Title? Wouldn't that make you feel the least bit apathetic towards this business? And don't you dare lie either because you wouldn't care either.
So by listening to these people for the last couple of months telling me how I don't have it anymore, how much I suck, how much I care about my family or whatever in the hell else you people talk about, all you're doing is making nCw look bad in the end. And isn't that not the objective in the end? Aren't we all supposed to make this place be proud and prideful because they employ us?
Nah, keep calling your peers washed up when they carried the flag for this company. Keep on making fun of people like me who busted their ass for this company when they wanted to because they knew they could.
But in the end, I'm just a washed up shell of a wrestler. I couldn't possibly beat Steve Awesome. I couldn't beat Charlie Velez. I'd never be able to make Ron Gibson tap out and I certainly couldn't beat the almighty Joe Everyman. Nope, I certainly couldn't do any of those things at all. I'm just a washed up has been. That's all I am and I've come to terms with my labels.
Funny thing about my label, though, is that it can get washed off. How do you wash off being a product of the boss' back pocket? How do you wash off being a choke artist when things mattered the most? How do you wash off being the crappier half of a tag team? How do you wash off being considered an all around failure?
You know what, guys, your labels can be washed off too. I'm not a shell of a man. I'm not apathetic like I claim to be. I'm just being what you want me to be. Tell me to be a winner and I'll be a winner. Tell me to be a loser and I'll be a loser.
On Sunday night, Front Office, I don't plan on being a loser. I plan on being a winner. I plan on making all of you shut the hell up about who Brad Kane is.
Peace."