Post by Brad Kane on Apr 12, 2011 0:56:41 GMT -6
"Been over seven years now since I got my start. Seven of the longest, hardest years of my life and here I still stand. People been tellin' me lately that I'm not the same guy they saw seven years ago. I'm not green, I'm bitter.
People tell me I'm not good.
They tell me how all these little things that try to get under my skin and here I stand. I stand before you at a hated man. I've listened to all of this advice that I've gotten over the past seven years and I look at it and I haven't listened to a single word of it. Why would I want to listen to someone when I've done so many things on my own.
How many people have helped me in my career?
None.
How many people have told me good job after a big win?
Little.
How many people were saying I was going to have a long World Title reign?
None.
In order to understand why I've done what I've done you need to realize that this business has made me this way. Your disregard, your contempt over stories you've heard and your own words have formed me into the Pariah. You made me into this hate filled, bitter and diseased man who self-destructs because everyone expects me to.
New Championship Wrestling, when I hit my prime of my short career you ignored me. You tossed me aside in favor of men I've beaten with ease. I've beaten so many of your hall of famers. I've beaten Lance Ryan. I've beaten the real Spike. Angel, Falcon, Rob Diamond and so many others in my years here and all you gave me for it was a pat on the back and a good job.
I loved wrestling, this sport, until I came here nearly four years ago. You turned me into in this. So it's only fitting that someone here has a chance to end your monster. All the times you passed me over. All the times you ignored me in favor of a boring parrot, a crazed spaceman and so many others, it'll bite you in the ass.
People want to know how I could cheat on my wife. I explained to them and none of them could see how I was right. I turned on a man who you people took to from the start. This was a guy who you loved, you grasped right from the moment he walked into this promotion. You heard the good stories about him and you hugged him like he was the new favorite toy of a child on Christmas morning.
Me?
I get tossed into the bottom of the bin again, waiting for my moments. Waiting for you to finally realize what you had in me. It never came. How did I win the World Title? Some two jackasses bring a personal issue and ruin my big moment. It was my time to finally take the ball and you yanked it from me before I had the chance to run with it!
This guy? You'd let him have the spotlight for as long as he wanted. Just like you've done with every single other guy in this promotion. A woman, a ****ing woman was wrestler of the year? What kind of stupid fans does this place have? This girl, her best friend, her brother and her lover are all in the spotlight of this promotion, just like he is.
Where was my spotlight? Where was my time? Like I said, it was given to people who didn't deserve it. That's why I had to break the chains with Christian Gardner. I had to do it. What has he done in his entire life to deserve such respect? Own a couple of promotions that had a copious amounts of whores that it could've been called a brothel?
Win a title that doesn't matter?
Fight with his whore of a sister that I can toss away like a piece of trash?
You think Alysson means anything to me? You think Megan, my kids or anything else means anything to me?! It's about me, Christian. It's about what should've been my time in the spotlight. Not about you, not about anyone else.
I beat the legends.
I nearly killed my own brother and drove a spike through his hand.
I nearly killed my former best friend.
They all stayed down but you still fight. Why? Why do you still manage to fight me after what I've done. I nearly broke your neck and yet you still stand up and tell me you want more. I could choke you out and you'd still want more. I could backfist you hard to break your jaw and you'd still want more because you're a damn tough guy. Is that what you're trying to prove?
That you can take everything I can dish out and still stand?
I've been in the ring against those men. I've been in the ring with other guys who I regarded highly and they never got back up. But you, some kid with dreams of being the next big thing is the one who stands up and asks for more.
I don't get you Christian.
I took your sister, I nearly took your career and I could probably take your wife and murder her and you'd still continue to fight? Why? You ain't gettin' me out of this place. This is about me. This is continuing my hate for this company. You take me out, Christian and people will keep hailing you as a hero.
You'll get a parade in your honor.
The key to the office.
And probably a blow job from every single whore in that locker room.
All because you got rid of me.
That's not gonna happen. I'm taking you out. Then I'm moving onto bigger and better things. I'm getting what I deserve on Sunday. I'm mowing you down brother. I'm ending your career, I'm ending your life and I'm pissing on your image of being a tough guy.
You're gonna die for this people on Sunday, Christian. When your funeral comes, we'll see how many of them come to see the tough guy in his casket.
Peace."
People tell me I'm not good.
They tell me how all these little things that try to get under my skin and here I stand. I stand before you at a hated man. I've listened to all of this advice that I've gotten over the past seven years and I look at it and I haven't listened to a single word of it. Why would I want to listen to someone when I've done so many things on my own.
How many people have helped me in my career?
None.
How many people have told me good job after a big win?
Little.
How many people were saying I was going to have a long World Title reign?
None.
In order to understand why I've done what I've done you need to realize that this business has made me this way. Your disregard, your contempt over stories you've heard and your own words have formed me into the Pariah. You made me into this hate filled, bitter and diseased man who self-destructs because everyone expects me to.
New Championship Wrestling, when I hit my prime of my short career you ignored me. You tossed me aside in favor of men I've beaten with ease. I've beaten so many of your hall of famers. I've beaten Lance Ryan. I've beaten the real Spike. Angel, Falcon, Rob Diamond and so many others in my years here and all you gave me for it was a pat on the back and a good job.
I loved wrestling, this sport, until I came here nearly four years ago. You turned me into in this. So it's only fitting that someone here has a chance to end your monster. All the times you passed me over. All the times you ignored me in favor of a boring parrot, a crazed spaceman and so many others, it'll bite you in the ass.
People want to know how I could cheat on my wife. I explained to them and none of them could see how I was right. I turned on a man who you people took to from the start. This was a guy who you loved, you grasped right from the moment he walked into this promotion. You heard the good stories about him and you hugged him like he was the new favorite toy of a child on Christmas morning.
Me?
I get tossed into the bottom of the bin again, waiting for my moments. Waiting for you to finally realize what you had in me. It never came. How did I win the World Title? Some two jackasses bring a personal issue and ruin my big moment. It was my time to finally take the ball and you yanked it from me before I had the chance to run with it!
This guy? You'd let him have the spotlight for as long as he wanted. Just like you've done with every single other guy in this promotion. A woman, a ****ing woman was wrestler of the year? What kind of stupid fans does this place have? This girl, her best friend, her brother and her lover are all in the spotlight of this promotion, just like he is.
Where was my spotlight? Where was my time? Like I said, it was given to people who didn't deserve it. That's why I had to break the chains with Christian Gardner. I had to do it. What has he done in his entire life to deserve such respect? Own a couple of promotions that had a copious amounts of whores that it could've been called a brothel?
Win a title that doesn't matter?
Fight with his whore of a sister that I can toss away like a piece of trash?
You think Alysson means anything to me? You think Megan, my kids or anything else means anything to me?! It's about me, Christian. It's about what should've been my time in the spotlight. Not about you, not about anyone else.
I beat the legends.
I nearly killed my own brother and drove a spike through his hand.
I nearly killed my former best friend.
They all stayed down but you still fight. Why? Why do you still manage to fight me after what I've done. I nearly broke your neck and yet you still stand up and tell me you want more. I could choke you out and you'd still want more. I could backfist you hard to break your jaw and you'd still want more because you're a damn tough guy. Is that what you're trying to prove?
That you can take everything I can dish out and still stand?
I've been in the ring against those men. I've been in the ring with other guys who I regarded highly and they never got back up. But you, some kid with dreams of being the next big thing is the one who stands up and asks for more.
I don't get you Christian.
I took your sister, I nearly took your career and I could probably take your wife and murder her and you'd still continue to fight? Why? You ain't gettin' me out of this place. This is about me. This is continuing my hate for this company. You take me out, Christian and people will keep hailing you as a hero.
You'll get a parade in your honor.
The key to the office.
And probably a blow job from every single whore in that locker room.
All because you got rid of me.
That's not gonna happen. I'm taking you out. Then I'm moving onto bigger and better things. I'm getting what I deserve on Sunday. I'm mowing you down brother. I'm ending your career, I'm ending your life and I'm pissing on your image of being a tough guy.
You're gonna die for this people on Sunday, Christian. When your funeral comes, we'll see how many of them come to see the tough guy in his casket.
Peace."
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The legacy, he knows it could all come to an end. The bravo Brad Kane shows know that it could be all gone in a matter of three simple seconds. He stands on the balcony of a hotel, looking down at the cars below. It's a rather chilly night and the chill is only added to the fact that he's shirtless. A bottle of Jack Daniels is clutched with his right hand, most of it gone. Deciding he's done with the whole thing, Brad tosses the bottle into the starry night. The echo of the glass breaking rings in his ears.
Slowly Brad slumps down with his back to the balcony wall and looks up at the sky. His cell phone is going insane right now with the ringtone reserved for his estranged wife. Not wanting to hear that the device is grabbed and thrown into the night as well.
Brad: Stupid bitch.
A small chuckle emits from his mouth before he looks into the room. The TV is on with nothing particularly interesting on. He glares at it waiting for the commercial to come on. The advertisement for Sovereign.
Brad: Just show the stupid ass thing. Put me down more you stupid company.
Minutes pass as he waits. The moment he comes on he looks for the nearest thing to throw at the television before doing so. The screen shatters as a bit of smoke escapes from the new hole. A bit of glass is hanging off before dropping down. Brad makes his way up to his feet, staggering from the effects of the alcohol.
He nearly falls over a couple of times before falling onto the bed. Brad's alone. By now Alysson has heard his promo and gone off into her own little world. Doesn't matter much to him though. No, he'd rather be alone right now. Alone with the thoughts that'll end up costing him his career.
That's the way he wants it. Despite the words, despite everything he's done he wants the normal life. Maybe get back with the wife and kids or just start all over. The words are meaningless, he wants Christian to beat him. He wants Christian to take him off of nCw so the pain can finally end for good.
Another phone goes off, this time the room phone. Knowing he's already cost himself enough money, Brad picks it up and is rather gruff.
Brad: The hell you want?
He flips over on his back and listens, a smile forming on his face. Who is it? We'll probably never know. It's making him happy which is what he wanted the moment he started wrestling. No matter though, win or lose, he'll leave anyways. Not much of a secret anymore.
Brad: Yep, Sunday is it. I don't care anymore. People know, press know and the all the marks even know. No one will be shocked by this.
A few more moments pass by until he utters five words that let us know who he's talking to. So much for not knowing.
Brad: I'm sorry, I love you.
Click.