Post by Chris Gardner on Mar 10, 2011 0:17:23 GMT -6
So I guess you got your wish, huh, Bradley Kane? You have the chance to get me in the ring and prove how much of a joke you're not. You've battled your way into my mind to get me to be there. You had the help of my envious sister to a breaking point in where you not only screwed up with MY mind, but with a lot of other people's as well just for the sake of being a pain in the arse. And now you have the chance to shine. THAT chance that you've been claiming you never had to grab a championship and be praised as the man who destroyed the career of one man that was once considered the fastest rising and quickest captivating kid in this company.
Was the price you paid worth it? You'll be forever known as the destroyer of families. The man who ripped two poor women's hearts apart, if not more, just for the pleasure of being a badass. And all of this in your sad search for a spotlight. Let's say that, in the end, you get what you want. You prove the entire world that Chris Gardner is a paper champion whose reign was torn by your hands, as yours came to light. You remove me from my championship and voilà - you're the king of the world. Was the price worth it?
You can talk whatever you want, Bradley. While I was absorbing the praise you always wanted for yourself for being a champion in my first month within the company, rocking an awesome streak, being one of the most expected wrestlers inside the ring... In a nutshell, while I was doing everything you always wanted to do and would NEVER be able to accomplish at this point of your life as an envious sorry old man, you, as a prime student of Brett Favre School of Un-Retirement, decided it was an interesting idea to come back to the ring and drool all over a FRIEND's success for no logical reason.
And as soon as you graced the ring again, what happened? You started gunning for me, and I must admit you took the stability out of my confidence. You singlehandedly caused my streak to come to a halt and made me become a commoner.
And yet, I'm still better than you.
We see Chris Gardner for the first time in this week inside a hospital. But contrary to what many would die to witness, our Professor is not the patient. Yes, it's OK to get mad at destiny right now.
In the follow up of the unexpected discovery of Gabrielle Crimson, Alysson Gardner's (ex-)girlfriend, letting herself pass away after the shocking betrayal of the redhead, we now see the pink-haired French vixen laid on an hospital reclinable chair, saline into her veins, as she cries ever so softly.
Gabrielle: I can't understand, Chris... If I ever knew...
Christian: Gabby, listen. Two weeks ago, I said these four words to myself trying to figure out what was going on. And I came to a single conclusion: this makes no sense. It started out of nowhere. She wouldn't give me no signs, neither to you, and here we are. Starting things all over again, from scratch. We only have ourselves right now.
Gabby looks at me with a funny look. And with her immense spirit, she jokes.
Gabrielle: Don't expect me to kiss you right now, mr. Stud.
I laugh and raise my hands in innocence.
Christian: Our relationship is merely professional, ms. Crimson.
She smiles at me and sighs. I see that smile slowly fading away into a plain face as she drifts her sight away from me.
Gabrielle: Like I have anything left for me. That's all there is left. My professional life.
I sigh and decide not to speak nothing. She needs to vent her heart out.
Gabrielle: Who needs love anyway...
Christian: We all do, Gab.
Gabrielle: BS.
Christian: Not BS. Look at me.
She reluctantly looks back into my eyes. They're emotionless now. As I expected, that blaze of youth and passion has just vanished away.
Christian: If we don't love what we do, we're miserable. I'm still going to pay for your college, and you have a job with me. You've become too much of an important asset around for me to leave you be. So no matter what happens...
I place my hand over hers. She's still cold.
Christian: ... you can count on me.
Gabrielle takes her time to let the words sink, but eventually smiles. She doesn't say any word... and she doesn't need to.
Christian: And likewise, I'm going to stay here until--
Nurse: Miss Gabrielle Marie?
We're interrupted by a nurse that sneaked us by. Gabby nods, acknowledging the nurse's question.
Nurse: Another person came to visit you. Mr. Gardner, if you don't mind...
Gabby and I share a glance. I need to ask, for her security.
Christian: Mind if I ask who's here to see Gabby?
Nurse: Mrs. Megan Kane.
Face it, Bradley... You made a joke out of yourself. You're an unreliable wrestler. You're sick and unstable. You've made your fame out of a comedy of coming back and forth of places. You're a pitiful excuse for a father, a husband, a workmate... Even that one guy using your name, Fat Bastard #2, is more honorable than you. You've decided to specialize yourself in talking about things you don't know sh*t about, doing things you don't know sh*t of...
Do myself, yourself, your family, nCw, the business and everyone else a favor, and GET REAL.
The only thing you're effectively accomplishing with bringing me down, hurting my loved ones and destroying families is you're feeding my fury. You're hurting my principles by going against your own success.
Come Crossroads, I'm going to unleash all this fury on you. And once that happens, I won't only be defending a championship that'll NEVER be on your league. I'll be preventing you from staining the legacy your own brother created. I'm going to fight not only with my peers behind my moves, but with a passion, a fire that you've never seen a man deal with before.
I'm going to ROCK YOUR WORLD.
I'm going to rock your world SO HARD, you'll wish you laughed at the joke you cast on yourself earlier this month.
Rock out.
Was the price you paid worth it? You'll be forever known as the destroyer of families. The man who ripped two poor women's hearts apart, if not more, just for the pleasure of being a badass. And all of this in your sad search for a spotlight. Let's say that, in the end, you get what you want. You prove the entire world that Chris Gardner is a paper champion whose reign was torn by your hands, as yours came to light. You remove me from my championship and voilà - you're the king of the world. Was the price worth it?
You can talk whatever you want, Bradley. While I was absorbing the praise you always wanted for yourself for being a champion in my first month within the company, rocking an awesome streak, being one of the most expected wrestlers inside the ring... In a nutshell, while I was doing everything you always wanted to do and would NEVER be able to accomplish at this point of your life as an envious sorry old man, you, as a prime student of Brett Favre School of Un-Retirement, decided it was an interesting idea to come back to the ring and drool all over a FRIEND's success for no logical reason.
And as soon as you graced the ring again, what happened? You started gunning for me, and I must admit you took the stability out of my confidence. You singlehandedly caused my streak to come to a halt and made me become a commoner.
And yet, I'm still better than you.
We see Chris Gardner for the first time in this week inside a hospital. But contrary to what many would die to witness, our Professor is not the patient. Yes, it's OK to get mad at destiny right now.
In the follow up of the unexpected discovery of Gabrielle Crimson, Alysson Gardner's (ex-)girlfriend, letting herself pass away after the shocking betrayal of the redhead, we now see the pink-haired French vixen laid on an hospital reclinable chair, saline into her veins, as she cries ever so softly.
Gabrielle: I can't understand, Chris... If I ever knew...
Christian: Gabby, listen. Two weeks ago, I said these four words to myself trying to figure out what was going on. And I came to a single conclusion: this makes no sense. It started out of nowhere. She wouldn't give me no signs, neither to you, and here we are. Starting things all over again, from scratch. We only have ourselves right now.
Gabby looks at me with a funny look. And with her immense spirit, she jokes.
Gabrielle: Don't expect me to kiss you right now, mr. Stud.
I laugh and raise my hands in innocence.
Christian: Our relationship is merely professional, ms. Crimson.
She smiles at me and sighs. I see that smile slowly fading away into a plain face as she drifts her sight away from me.
Gabrielle: Like I have anything left for me. That's all there is left. My professional life.
I sigh and decide not to speak nothing. She needs to vent her heart out.
Gabrielle: Who needs love anyway...
Christian: We all do, Gab.
Gabrielle: BS.
Christian: Not BS. Look at me.
She reluctantly looks back into my eyes. They're emotionless now. As I expected, that blaze of youth and passion has just vanished away.
Christian: If we don't love what we do, we're miserable. I'm still going to pay for your college, and you have a job with me. You've become too much of an important asset around for me to leave you be. So no matter what happens...
I place my hand over hers. She's still cold.
Christian: ... you can count on me.
Gabrielle takes her time to let the words sink, but eventually smiles. She doesn't say any word... and she doesn't need to.
Christian: And likewise, I'm going to stay here until--
Nurse: Miss Gabrielle Marie?
We're interrupted by a nurse that sneaked us by. Gabby nods, acknowledging the nurse's question.
Nurse: Another person came to visit you. Mr. Gardner, if you don't mind...
Gabby and I share a glance. I need to ask, for her security.
Christian: Mind if I ask who's here to see Gabby?
Nurse: Mrs. Megan Kane.
Face it, Bradley... You made a joke out of yourself. You're an unreliable wrestler. You're sick and unstable. You've made your fame out of a comedy of coming back and forth of places. You're a pitiful excuse for a father, a husband, a workmate... Even that one guy using your name, Fat Bastard #2, is more honorable than you. You've decided to specialize yourself in talking about things you don't know sh*t about, doing things you don't know sh*t of...
Do myself, yourself, your family, nCw, the business and everyone else a favor, and GET REAL.
The only thing you're effectively accomplishing with bringing me down, hurting my loved ones and destroying families is you're feeding my fury. You're hurting my principles by going against your own success.
Come Crossroads, I'm going to unleash all this fury on you. And once that happens, I won't only be defending a championship that'll NEVER be on your league. I'll be preventing you from staining the legacy your own brother created. I'm going to fight not only with my peers behind my moves, but with a passion, a fire that you've never seen a man deal with before.
I'm going to ROCK YOUR WORLD.
I'm going to rock your world SO HARD, you'll wish you laughed at the joke you cast on yourself earlier this month.
Rock out.