Post by Brad Kane on Oct 20, 2010 17:32:12 GMT -6
Megan: Hey turn the page back, Bradley, I wasn't done looking at those pictures yet...
I nod my head while my wife and I look at an old photo album, back from our teenage years. The lights are dimmed, just enough to see the pictures that defined us from the 1990s. Music is playing lightly behind us, hardly enough to make out any of the lyrics, just added to our atmosphere of reliving the past.
Megan: Oh god, look at the picture of us from freshman year!
We both start to laugh, looking at this one. My hair is long and red while Megan has her old glasses on with her hair in pigtails. If I remember correctly, her parents took this one when we got home from the first day of high school.
Megan: Why was your hair red, I can't remember.
Brad: Neither can I. I suppose I just wanted to try something new.
Megan: Well never again.
I nod my head, letting Megan turn the page. Her first ultrasound when we were seventeen and were expecting Chris. Of course at that time we didn't know what we were having for the sex of our first baby. High school sucked that year, royally. Megan would come home crying all the time because of the names they'd call her.
Megan: And there's Chris before I gave birth. I do recall if it was going to be a girl we were gonna name her Rinoa. Damn Final Fantasy VIII...
Brad: Yep. Don't know how we settled on Christopher though. Suppose it doesn't matter. He was our first kid together. I remember proposing to you on the night you told me you were pregnant with him. Surprised your dad didn't kill me, matter of fact.
Megan: Oh my daddy loves you. He let you friggin' move in with us and let us stay in the same room!
A smile creeps on my face, remembering that day. It was a horrible day, don't get me wrong but just being able to move in with my love at fifteen was fantastic.
Brad: Though it was nice to stop getting the crap beat out of me on a daily basis.
Megan: I know. Plus I made you get out of your shell.
Brad: That you did. I was an island unto myself until I met you.
You know who gets a kiss? This guy does right now. She flips a few more pages though the pictures get older. An old yearbook picture from eighth grade. Its the two of us working together on a science project.
Brad: Hey I remember building that volcano.
Megan: Excuse me? I was the one who built it there buddy, not you. All you did was try to make out with me instead of working.
Brad: Not much has changed then eh?
Another fantastic giggle from my wife. The pictures move forward to our senior prom. God she was big holding Chris. Still looked so beautiful though.
Megan: I looked like a cow then.
Brad: Nah, you looked great. I loved slow dancing with you that night. Sure I couldn't get that close but you felt so warm in my arms that night. And hey, at least your dad didn't have to worry about you getting pregnant that night...
Megan: Well duh! Surprised my mom and dad were so cool with everything. Maybe they just knew how in love we were and that it'd never end.
Once again I nod my head, agreeing with her.
Brad: I still remember our real wedding. Not that stupid fake one we had for the "wrestling cameras." Can't believe everyone thinks I've really been with tons of women when it's only been one.
Megan: And that you pay child support for half of the other kids. They're all ours, together. Seriously, you really did something great by constructing a fake life, kinda, and getting people to act along.
It was pretty badass of me. Fooled you.
Brad: Worked too. Though I suppose the truth will come out sooner or later.
Megan: Thinkin' a confession is in order?
Brad: Well, seeing as how we always have an all knowing camera, I'd say the people already know that we've been lying for years.
I look over at Megan nod her head. We know this charade is over and neither of us really care. The truth is finally out. I've been with my wife since we were thirteen. All the kids have been with her. Jessica and Lucy were made up and hired actresses to play them. Love me or hate me, I got you...
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"Well so much for Ricky Johnson. Beat the dude again. Gave me a good match for the people who enjoy the Collision pre show. Don't mind getting on all the different shows, its nice to not always be set on one or the other. Like being on Wired instead of the pay per view. Sometimes we just can't make it onto the big show so we have to deal with it.
Lord knows I've been off of enough pay per views in my career so it's not a big deal. Not like I was a house of fire right now anyways. Sure I beat Venom and Ricky Johnson who are both on pay per view but gotta go with who is a better man to get the buy rates right now. Can't fault you for not thinking I wouldn't bring my best game to pay per view.
We all know how much I like to half ass this stuff most of the time. Even though I'm teaming with my best friend here, finally, you'll still think I'll retire, leave, not care, half ass or whatever the hell I feel like doing that week. Well, I got some news for you people. When I team with Evan Andrews, I give it everything I have.
Teaming with Evan Andrews is probably the best thing about my career right now. The man and I are best friends, our wives are best friends and we all just get along like a family sometimes. A family that swaps wives but we still are close and tight knit. We train together, we work out together and we drink watchin' football when we're able.
So when I look at this match against Adam Knite and Will Washington, I see a chance to show nCw something they haven't seen from me before. A willingness to lay it on the line the entire match because my best friend has my back. Not some guy who stabs it like Lance Ryan did. Not my dumbass brother who would constantly want to beat the hell out of me.
Nah, this is a guy I can trust with my life. Evan Andrews is a guy I can trust to look after my children when I'm with Megan on a date. He can trust me with his kid when him and Natalie on a date. We don't hold anything back from one another, no secrets, anymore anyways. The relationship I have with Evan Andrews is like a brother one.
Evan Andrews is my brother, pure and simple. So when I see Adam and Will trying to form this cohesive unit, I'm just not all that certain that it's possible for them to have any sort of long term success because of their respective egos. I know both men are loved by the people but we've all seen Adam Knite do some stuff in his career.
Do people so easily forget that he tried to kill this company a couple of years ago with Lance Ryan? Seems like that all gets lost in the shuffle and hype when it comes to Adam Knite. People view this man as a hero now when at one point he was the villain of this promotion. They wanted his head on a platter but all it took was a little of this and a little of that before he became a damned hero to the people watching this product.
I have no problem with Adam Knite. I respect him, I've said it before. Glad he got his wife back a couple of months ago and all that jazz but I don't forget what he once was either. I'm sure he knows a few things about me that people have forgotten over time themselves. It's not like I plan on ending his career or Will's career for that matter.
Although this time last year, Will Washington was a guy who came out of nowhere to become a force. This man came out of the blue to nearly win the Road to the Gold. Then earlier this year he became the Gladiator of 2010. Not too bad of a year when you think about it. But when I take a step back and look at you, William. Do you know what I see?
A guy who still hasn't realized what he has yet. It's like you're waiting for it to come to you. That great moment that every wrestler needs to define his career. You're sitting and waiting for it. I don't know if you think that Adam will help bring that to you or not but you have to reach for it Will. I knew a guy like you once.
You could say he was hard in a way. The man nearly had greatness in his grasp all the time and yet he let it slip past and slip past until once he finally got to the top, he had become something no one could get along with. The man had become a bitter person, willing to do anything to hold onto that glory and fame when it was realized.
It's not like I'm trying to say you're not actively waiting for it, Will but I just don't know why you haven't reached that tier of greatness yet. You're so close to it. Yet it's just out of your reach. I know how it is. It's not a fantastic feeling but you'll get there kid. You got the talent for this business so I have no doubt you'll be there on the top of the mountain in due time.
Knitington, I don't have a problem with you two fellas. This is what wrestling should be. Two teams, no ill feelings with one another wanting to steal the show before the pay per view starts. I think the four of us have more then enough talent to do that."
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...I did what I did for my career and I won't apologize for it. It helped me when I needed it to. We all lie. Megan was fine with it so I never saw a problem. She's fallen asleep next to me on the couch while I keep listening to the music. I place the photo album down on the coffee table and kiss her forehead. She opens her eyes just long enough to smile at me and utter those three words I never tire of hearing.
Megan: I love you.
Brad: I love you too baby.
Her eyes close again as she snuggles against me, tightly. I tilt my head back and close my eyes too. If I sleep, I sleep. If not, I'll just enjoy my perfect life with my perfect woman. The same way I have for the past eighteen plus years.
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"Peace."
I nod my head while my wife and I look at an old photo album, back from our teenage years. The lights are dimmed, just enough to see the pictures that defined us from the 1990s. Music is playing lightly behind us, hardly enough to make out any of the lyrics, just added to our atmosphere of reliving the past.
Megan: Oh god, look at the picture of us from freshman year!
We both start to laugh, looking at this one. My hair is long and red while Megan has her old glasses on with her hair in pigtails. If I remember correctly, her parents took this one when we got home from the first day of high school.
Megan: Why was your hair red, I can't remember.
Brad: Neither can I. I suppose I just wanted to try something new.
Megan: Well never again.
I nod my head, letting Megan turn the page. Her first ultrasound when we were seventeen and were expecting Chris. Of course at that time we didn't know what we were having for the sex of our first baby. High school sucked that year, royally. Megan would come home crying all the time because of the names they'd call her.
Megan: And there's Chris before I gave birth. I do recall if it was going to be a girl we were gonna name her Rinoa. Damn Final Fantasy VIII...
Brad: Yep. Don't know how we settled on Christopher though. Suppose it doesn't matter. He was our first kid together. I remember proposing to you on the night you told me you were pregnant with him. Surprised your dad didn't kill me, matter of fact.
Megan: Oh my daddy loves you. He let you friggin' move in with us and let us stay in the same room!
A smile creeps on my face, remembering that day. It was a horrible day, don't get me wrong but just being able to move in with my love at fifteen was fantastic.
Brad: Though it was nice to stop getting the crap beat out of me on a daily basis.
Megan: I know. Plus I made you get out of your shell.
Brad: That you did. I was an island unto myself until I met you.
You know who gets a kiss? This guy does right now. She flips a few more pages though the pictures get older. An old yearbook picture from eighth grade. Its the two of us working together on a science project.
Brad: Hey I remember building that volcano.
Megan: Excuse me? I was the one who built it there buddy, not you. All you did was try to make out with me instead of working.
Brad: Not much has changed then eh?
Another fantastic giggle from my wife. The pictures move forward to our senior prom. God she was big holding Chris. Still looked so beautiful though.
Megan: I looked like a cow then.
Brad: Nah, you looked great. I loved slow dancing with you that night. Sure I couldn't get that close but you felt so warm in my arms that night. And hey, at least your dad didn't have to worry about you getting pregnant that night...
Megan: Well duh! Surprised my mom and dad were so cool with everything. Maybe they just knew how in love we were and that it'd never end.
Once again I nod my head, agreeing with her.
Brad: I still remember our real wedding. Not that stupid fake one we had for the "wrestling cameras." Can't believe everyone thinks I've really been with tons of women when it's only been one.
Megan: And that you pay child support for half of the other kids. They're all ours, together. Seriously, you really did something great by constructing a fake life, kinda, and getting people to act along.
It was pretty badass of me. Fooled you.
Brad: Worked too. Though I suppose the truth will come out sooner or later.
Megan: Thinkin' a confession is in order?
Brad: Well, seeing as how we always have an all knowing camera, I'd say the people already know that we've been lying for years.
I look over at Megan nod her head. We know this charade is over and neither of us really care. The truth is finally out. I've been with my wife since we were thirteen. All the kids have been with her. Jessica and Lucy were made up and hired actresses to play them. Love me or hate me, I got you...
-----
"Well so much for Ricky Johnson. Beat the dude again. Gave me a good match for the people who enjoy the Collision pre show. Don't mind getting on all the different shows, its nice to not always be set on one or the other. Like being on Wired instead of the pay per view. Sometimes we just can't make it onto the big show so we have to deal with it.
Lord knows I've been off of enough pay per views in my career so it's not a big deal. Not like I was a house of fire right now anyways. Sure I beat Venom and Ricky Johnson who are both on pay per view but gotta go with who is a better man to get the buy rates right now. Can't fault you for not thinking I wouldn't bring my best game to pay per view.
We all know how much I like to half ass this stuff most of the time. Even though I'm teaming with my best friend here, finally, you'll still think I'll retire, leave, not care, half ass or whatever the hell I feel like doing that week. Well, I got some news for you people. When I team with Evan Andrews, I give it everything I have.
Teaming with Evan Andrews is probably the best thing about my career right now. The man and I are best friends, our wives are best friends and we all just get along like a family sometimes. A family that swaps wives but we still are close and tight knit. We train together, we work out together and we drink watchin' football when we're able.
So when I look at this match against Adam Knite and Will Washington, I see a chance to show nCw something they haven't seen from me before. A willingness to lay it on the line the entire match because my best friend has my back. Not some guy who stabs it like Lance Ryan did. Not my dumbass brother who would constantly want to beat the hell out of me.
Nah, this is a guy I can trust with my life. Evan Andrews is a guy I can trust to look after my children when I'm with Megan on a date. He can trust me with his kid when him and Natalie on a date. We don't hold anything back from one another, no secrets, anymore anyways. The relationship I have with Evan Andrews is like a brother one.
Evan Andrews is my brother, pure and simple. So when I see Adam and Will trying to form this cohesive unit, I'm just not all that certain that it's possible for them to have any sort of long term success because of their respective egos. I know both men are loved by the people but we've all seen Adam Knite do some stuff in his career.
Do people so easily forget that he tried to kill this company a couple of years ago with Lance Ryan? Seems like that all gets lost in the shuffle and hype when it comes to Adam Knite. People view this man as a hero now when at one point he was the villain of this promotion. They wanted his head on a platter but all it took was a little of this and a little of that before he became a damned hero to the people watching this product.
I have no problem with Adam Knite. I respect him, I've said it before. Glad he got his wife back a couple of months ago and all that jazz but I don't forget what he once was either. I'm sure he knows a few things about me that people have forgotten over time themselves. It's not like I plan on ending his career or Will's career for that matter.
Although this time last year, Will Washington was a guy who came out of nowhere to become a force. This man came out of the blue to nearly win the Road to the Gold. Then earlier this year he became the Gladiator of 2010. Not too bad of a year when you think about it. But when I take a step back and look at you, William. Do you know what I see?
A guy who still hasn't realized what he has yet. It's like you're waiting for it to come to you. That great moment that every wrestler needs to define his career. You're sitting and waiting for it. I don't know if you think that Adam will help bring that to you or not but you have to reach for it Will. I knew a guy like you once.
You could say he was hard in a way. The man nearly had greatness in his grasp all the time and yet he let it slip past and slip past until once he finally got to the top, he had become something no one could get along with. The man had become a bitter person, willing to do anything to hold onto that glory and fame when it was realized.
It's not like I'm trying to say you're not actively waiting for it, Will but I just don't know why you haven't reached that tier of greatness yet. You're so close to it. Yet it's just out of your reach. I know how it is. It's not a fantastic feeling but you'll get there kid. You got the talent for this business so I have no doubt you'll be there on the top of the mountain in due time.
Knitington, I don't have a problem with you two fellas. This is what wrestling should be. Two teams, no ill feelings with one another wanting to steal the show before the pay per view starts. I think the four of us have more then enough talent to do that."
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...I did what I did for my career and I won't apologize for it. It helped me when I needed it to. We all lie. Megan was fine with it so I never saw a problem. She's fallen asleep next to me on the couch while I keep listening to the music. I place the photo album down on the coffee table and kiss her forehead. She opens her eyes just long enough to smile at me and utter those three words I never tire of hearing.
Megan: I love you.
Brad: I love you too baby.
Her eyes close again as she snuggles against me, tightly. I tilt my head back and close my eyes too. If I sleep, I sleep. If not, I'll just enjoy my perfect life with my perfect woman. The same way I have for the past eighteen plus years.
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"Peace."