Brad Kane
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:02:04 GMT -6
This might seem rather odd but I was looking through some old PPV and show RPs and realized that I used to link. The host I used, Geocities, went down and they are no longer there. So what I'm doing is posting them and it's not intended as a OH LOOK AT MEEE type thing but more of a archives' sake project. They might be out of order and they'll be contained to this post only.
Become The Catalyst
This burning passion it fills me with desire And it drives me and drives my cause I'm filled with reasons But reason drives me further Disdain for disbelief will stay this course
Open up onto night. Friday night which is party night for most the normal people. The kind that go out and get drunk, don't remember anything the next morning with a huge hangover and a bigger woman in the bed next to them. Next thing you'd know, she is pregnant with a kid and your life is ruined. Quite a bad ordeal to get drunk right? Well, people do it anyways and there isn't much one can do against it though. Coming back from that tangent, after Game Two of the World Series last night, Red Sox pride is beaming through in the very city of Boston. Up two games to none on the Rockies is a great situation for a Red Sox fan or just a anybody from Boston.
The ironic thing about the World Series right now is the fact that New Championship Wrestling is in the midst of a series itself. One of held for a title, much like the World Series, just not as well known. Not yet anyways, perhaps someday if the company has their way. You see, New Championship Wrestling is not only in the midst of crowning their first X Division Champion (Which will be touched on again later), there is also an unofficial series. That being No Warning Shots vs. The Empire. Quite an interesting little rivalry that is blossoming in into a full out war in the coming weeks and months. So many match ups every week that feature the two waring factions. For a small instance not involving our main "hero." There is Spike Kane, the hero's fabled evil brother, against the young squire of No Warning Shots, Joe Everyman. Most think Joe stands no chance but with the army of No Warning Shots, those brave enough to rise, he could beat Spike Kane. However, that isn't where this certain battles lies within.
There is another rising to fight the faction of The Empire. The hero known as Reckless Jack is facing against the lesser of the evil brothers, Christian Kane. But the story of the fabled hero, the one who will bring justice to the great injustice suffered at the hands of the Kane family, is a long and somewhat storied one. It could be told in one long sit down session but that would take forever to get across. Instead, the story today is of the hero overcoming a life threating addiction to alcohol, love and pain meds. All three were a very important part of the hero's life. He drank to get away from the pain that was caused by his tortured soul. The ex love that had left him for a man named Derek Sitar but that isn't here nor there. The pain meds were used for his addiction to wrestling, so he could keep going forward in his career instead of being a two time luck out like the evil Spike Kane.
This truly is a story of good vs. evil. In so many ways, No Warning Shots are the good. The Empire are the bad. Quite a simple story but complex as well as there are so many underlying issues. For our hero, he has many issues on both sides of the war. On his own home front, it is unknown if he can get along with the newest recruit, Allan Cooper. The storied history of Reckless Jack and Allan Cooper is that of a long one. One that shall be retold at a future date. For the here and now, the only tale that matters is the one of Reckless Jack vs. Christian Kane in match one of the best of three series to determine the first New Championship Wrestling X Division Champion.
Now back into the place known as a reality. The very hero himself, Reckless Jack, is in his very apartment, watching TV along side of his still nameless wife. Although she doesn't play into nCw much, you will be seeing more of her then expected. Jack adjusts his No Warning Shots hoodie, yeah, new merchandise. The TV is booming loudly as they're watching what sounds like the horror movie "Saw". Reckless Jack's unnamed wife cringes at the site of the blood that is being shed. Jack holds her tight. After a few short passing moments, she gets up and runs to the bathroom. The sounds of throwing up is heard afterwards as Reckless Jack shuts off the TV. Jack shakes his head and smirks. Almost starts to chuckle outloud at the fact of his wife throwing up in the bathroom.
Reckless Jack: She can never seem to make it through the movie without throwing up so you'll have to excuse her for the time being. Although this does give me a good chance to say a few things that have been weighing in on my mind over some things said. I like to think of myself as a quiet man most of the time. I hardly say anything that would get me into any sort of trouble. Then again, how can I look into the camera and tell such a bold faced lie like that is beyond me? We all know I've prided myself on saying such outrageous things that usually find myself in a world of pain, trouble, whichever you prefer to say. It doesn't matter much in the long run does it? In this business, we are supposed to run our mouth. In this profession, we are supposed to be great orators. Men of speech. Our words are to be used in such a manner, it would be considered a great work. A great work of oratory skill that would someday be wrote down in legend like the days of ole when stories would be passed down from generation to generation until a scribe would write it down to keep in the family for many, many more generations.
But now there are many more options to record that great speech. Tape recorders, journalists and of course, the video camera as that has been placed before me. Why the need to tape the course of my night you might be asking yourself. Well the answer to it is simple, the need to record my life is so that the fine fans of New Championship Wrestling can hear and see my feelings about what I think of my opponent or opponents for that week. Naturally, we all know who I am facing this week here in New Championship Wrestling. My brother, my evil, stupid brother, Christian Kane. Although we'd rather not call each other brother, it's a formality. It's a shared family hate although it's a reasonable one. If you people knew the things that went on six months ago, you'd know why I hate Spike. But now, you need to know the reason why I had Christian outside of having that last name of Kane.
Reckless Jack manages to shake his head. His black hair, which is now shorted, doesn't flop around like it used to. He pulls out a Venom skull cap and places it on his head. Jack's wife comes out of the bathroom now as Jack looks back at her. She sees he is going to be busy for a while so she goes into the bedroom and sits in a chair, grabbing a book to read. Reckless Jack focuses his attention back to the camera.
Reckless Jack: You see, by having the last name of Kane bestowed upon me in such a crude manner, how would you people think I would act? Did you think I would embrace this news? Hardly... my life was going fine until Spike dropped this onto me. I was on top the world. Life was good. Parties every night. Getting wasted with friends, taking so many pain meds I wouldn't feel anything and all the ring rats I wanted. Because of you Spike, coupled along with a horribly timed neck injury, I probably would be dead right now. Horrible thing to hold a grudge about. If it wasn't in part for Spike, I'd be dead so you could say he saved my life. But in saving my life, he forced me to kill my old life. Spike made me straight edge again. Spike forced me to find a woman to settle down with... again. Different story there once more.
But this isn't Spike ****ing up my life. This is about you, Christian. I noticed you went and hit yourself in the head quite a few times. Trying to play some mind games on me bro? Trying to make yourself appear insane so I'd cower in fear of you or are you just acting stupid? Christian, you can hit your head with that ***damn barbed wire stuff all you want to. Feel free to bleed all over the blood. Make yourself weak before our match. But I used to use the same tricks back in the day though. I would try to get into the head of my opponents by doing stupid things like that and as you'll soon find out, they don't work. Neither will calling my something as horrible as a child molester. Seriously Christian, how many types of ****ed up are you? I've seen people messed in the head but you are in dire need of being placed in an insane asylum. Those kinds of thoughts are the kind that drive people insane.
But what if I didn't want to be your brother in the first place? Ever think of that hot shot? Christ Christian, why would I want to be placed in a family full of psychos such as yourself and Spike. Freya was just an ends to justify the means. Freya was used as a tool, once, in order to obtain knowledge, something you have no idea of because quite frankly, you weren't there were you Christian. You had no idea why I had to do what I did and you probably never will. Let's not forget either Christian that I had no idea she was my sister at the time I had to do what I did. I had my two students... two of my trainees who were paying their dues that did the watching while I was out doing research for this or that. That's the whole thing Christian, you weren't there, you don't know anything about it. Nor do you know a damn thing about me and you never will.
Reckless Jack adjusts his skull cap as he grabs a bottle of water and takes a drink. He sets the bottle back down afterwards. Jack rolls his neck for a moment before going back into the thick of things.
Reckless Jack: As much as you'd like to think this would be the match of my career because I'd be in the same ring as you Christian, I've seen far better then you and I've had far better matches then what I expect to have with you. If you look back on the tapes of my career, ask the people, whatever you need to do. Ask Lance Ryan, ask Allan Cooper, ask Dave Holland or even ask Spike about the matches I had with each and every one of them. I am a great wrestler Christian, something you wish you could attain but because of that swelled head of yours, you'll never reach that potential that you manage to have. You have the right mouth for it but the passion isn't there. I just... I just don't know Christian. The way you make it sound, you have no idea there are three matches for this title. While you're off worrying about Sexy Jason for who knows what reason, I am completely focused on this match. About the next match. And if needed, the third match.
That's the passion I talk about Christian. You're far too egotistical. You don't have a catalyst for wrestling. You're in it for glory, for money, for the titles. That's not a catalyst. A catalyst such as being beaten as a kid. Watching your foster sister getting sexually abused because your foster father was that sadistic. My catalyst was a piss poor childhood where the only escape from reality was wrestling. This is why I love it. This is why I love facing assholes like you because it gives me the chance to prove that wrestling is a passion based business, not a greed based one as you make it out to be. Christian, when we step into the ring on Collision, you'll realize what passion is. Because I am the Self Revolution. I am Reckless Jack. I am passion!
Reckless Jack stands up and smirks for the camera one last time. His wife comes back into the living area and sits down on the couch. Reckless Jack leans over to the camera and presses a button... static...
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:09:53 GMT -6
To The Pain
Straight back to the pain And all the way back again Take me to the pain And all the way back again
Just a few more days until Transgression. Just a few short days until many, many wars are going to be decided. Three titles are going to be on the line. One of which still doesn't have a holder but following the pay per view, the belt will have a holder. In order to really understand how these two men got there, you have to start at the beginning as far as the good guy goes. The person the people are going to root for. The person who they want to see win the title and that is none other then Reckless Jack aka The Self Revolution. Many people have heard the tale of Reckless Jack. How he became the Revolution of Self. It was one full of pain... a lot of pain in fact. But the character we build in life is from hardships, something Reckless Jack is no stranger to. However, pain is part of everyone's life. From Reckless Jack's great friend Lance Ryan to his hated brothers Christian and Spike Kane.
The pain we go through defines us though. Makes us who we are. What we want to do, want to be. So when you think of life, you think of the pain you were put through. Doesn't matter what stage of life you are in, you always feel emotional pain or physical pain. The only way for some people to go through life is to accept that pain. Embrace that pain. Become the pain. A little strange but you just have to accept that somethings are just out of your control. Who your real family is and why they hate you for no reason other then they thought that you had a better childhood when they fail to realize you were beat upon everyday. When you watched a man supposed to be your father do awful things to the girl you thought was your sister. All of it makes you who you are what what you want to be more. To some they kill themselves. To some they become drug addicts. To some they become sex fiends. To some they become alcoholics. To a select few they become something so much more then a dependent on something to dull the pain. They live with the pain straight up with no bull****.
For all of a year of his life, Reckless Jack was one of those people who lived with the pain straight up. Ironic that when he started to dull the pain with the alcohol that had seen his foster father go insane most times that he started to take it up even knowing what would probably happen. Reckless Jack once said to someone that after he got done with them, they would go back to being a product of their environment. Eventually, that person did just like Jack predicted because he had been there himself. He was there himself. Only by suffering more pain can the memories of the past be forgotten. For Reckless Jack, once he nearly broke his neck, he realized he couldn't dull his pain like most of the population does. He realized the only way to get out of his painful past is to embrace it. Learn that nothing he did could have stopped the pain endured by his foster family or himself growing up. That his brothers hating him wasn't his fault, only theirs.
Spike and Christian don't realize that they are closer to Reckless Jack then they think. Spike more so. Spike and Reckless Jack are almost the same in how they act. They've held numerous titles that the other had at some point. They both walked out on a company while holding a title feeling that they were just looked past because of other people. Everyone feels like that but you have to look past all of the wrestling similarities to know that Reckless Jack and Spike Kane both had their sons taken away from them too early in their life. It's almost a curse what happened to both of them. Ironic too that Reckless Jack named his son after the other Kane brother he knew nothing of eight years before the fact. If there are two things that sum up Reckless Jack's life, it's simply irony and pain.
Open up to a dark setting. Outside though as stars are seen shining through most of the darkness that shrouds the area. Futher looking though, it's a simple forest like area in anyplace USA. From there we see Reckless Jack walking around the woods with a flashlight. He shines the light on many things. Trees mostly although there are a few eyes looking at him. He doesn't pay much attention to the eyes looking at him though as he stops walking once he gets across to an aptly placed bench. Now we start to get the idea that this is a park of some sort. Kinda crazy to sit there in November but whatever. Reckless Jack places the flashlight on the bench next to him. He chuckles for a minute or two before stopping and collecting himself.
Reckless Jack: Christian, I sense that you have your mind elsewhere at the moment. I couldn't blame you though with the condition of your wife Amy. Such a tragic happening that someone would attack your family for no reason. I truly feel for you brother. I just can't sit here and lie to you saying that I don't give a crap about what happened to you in your personal life because since I know we are both part of the Kane family... as much as I hate to say it. It's hard for me to not care about a family member who is in pain in their life but that pain just isn't a good enough excuse to not have your head into wrestling Christian. I've been in your shoes right now. I know what it feels like to have a loved one in the hospital while you are out on the road, wrestling, earning your living. No one ever said wrestling was an easy way to make a living. Always on the road. Never seeing your family. Never being able to relax for more then a week at home unless you are laid up with an injury.
Injuries are something we all have to put up with though. Much like a wife at home, a wife in the hospital or being left for someone else. If you knew what I have had to go through to get this far when dealing with loved ones in the hospital, not knowing if they'd live or die, you wouldn't last in my shoes Christian. You wouldn't last five seconds in my life. The constant pain of what happened to me on Christmas Eve last year. The constant pain about thinking of my son. The constant pain knowing that Spike thinks I had a better childhood then he did. Pain is a part of life Christian and I don't give a **** who it effects in your family. As much as I said it pains me, it pains me more to see you become all unstable by it. Do you think while Amy was in her coma, she would have wanted you to act all like you did? I don't think so.
I'll give you a secret Chris, as men, we are supposed to be the strong ones. Not going around and weeping when your wife is still alive. Coma or not, she was still alive. So please, be a man Christian. Learn to accept the fact that things are out of your control no matter how badly you want them to be. Do you think I don't wish everyday that the truck didn't hit my son? You had no idea how badly I wish that pain was gone but it lives with me. That pain knowing that my son is dead is with me. Your pain is knowing that your wife was attacked and still lived. That's not pain, that's just a trial. A tribulation placed before you by God himself to test you. I personally don't believe in that hype but take it for what it's worth. But your pain Christian, it's just not enough to give you an excuse for losing. We both know that.
Jack adjusts his white stocking cap in the cold air. The flashlight is still upon his face as that's about all we can see for now.
Reckless Jack: However, it is probably unfair that I didn't have a match last week and you did. But you know what kid, that's life. I know you probably bitched your head off about me not having a match. I couldn't careless though. Me not having a match doesn't matter because you have a week to rest up. You think I don't work another promotion? I wrestle probably four times a week at the most. So when I found out that New Championship Wrestling didn't put me on Collision last week, I was pretty happy as it meant I didn't have to worry about an injury quite yet. That I didn't have to worry about getting worn out before Transgression. So I never fully have a week off as you could understand. I love wrestling probably more then I should. I study tapes. I've watched our first match numerous times at this point in order to know what I did wrong. Pretty smart right? That's the kind of mind I have for this business.
I have gave up a lot for wrestling. Some say that's why my first wife left me last Christmas. I love this industry way too much to not be the first X Division Champion here in New Championship Wrestling. When people think of being crazy, when people think of someone doing something insane, who are they gonna be more likely to think of? Christian Kane or Reckless Jack? Quite the question placed before you I realize but the answer should be pretty obvious. If not, you have some serious thinking to do kid because we all know the answer to that question is my no matter how much you hope and wish it's yourself. I've just been around way too long to allow you to beat me twice. These next two matches are something I'm known for. Made me a star in the underground. Hardcore matches is why I was signed to bigger companies. Then they found out I could wrestle and that just made the deal sweeter.
But you do realize that Ultimate X is probably a match you've never been in before. You can't use a ladder to grab that title Christian. You gotta climb, hand over hand using a wire to get to that X Division Title. The Ultimate X match was designed for a match like this. You didn't think a simple ladder match would have worked instead? Ladder matches are overplayed when it comes to a title match. Ultimate X is the way of the future. The way of a person like myself who does anything to win a match.
Reckless Jack rolls his neck around, trying to work out a few of the old injuries that have been placed on it. Quite a few in fact.
Reckless Jack: But Christian Kane, who are you? What have you done in wrestling? Did you have to endure all the pain I had to go even get to this point? Did you have to prove yourself in the under card for years before finally getting the nod saying you were good enough to carry the main title of a promotion? I scratched, I clawed, I fought, I bled and I cared too damn much to come up short at this point. This X Division Title is something I wanted since the tournament was announced. Facing you is just a bonus for me. Because when you look at me, grabbing that X Division Title during Ultimate X and pulling it off the wire, you'll realize that your brother is a better wrestler then you are. And what's more important is that you'll realize that your brother is better with pain then you are. Because Christian, pain is something you are going to endure at Transgression. It's something we are both going to endure but the question is, how well can you handle it... brother...
With that said, Reckless Jack stands back up and grabs the flashlight. He smirks for the camera one last time as he starts to walk away from us.
With that whole speech on pain and how it affects you, will Christian Kane realize that his brother is right or will Christian just dismiss these facts as nothing more then a simple mind game to get inside of his head. Reckless Jack has seen every trick in the book and is probably not afraid to push his brothers buttons. Much like Spike did to him back in April, Reckless Jack wants to force Christian to loose his cool and loose track of winning the two matches they are going to have on Sunday Night. And once Reckless Jack wins both of those matches, we'll finally have the first X Division Champion in New Championship Wrestling.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:12:37 GMT -6
One Step Closer
Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break
Sadism... it appears Christian Kane found his nut sack and decided to go after the man who put his wife in a coma and attacked her. For one person, this means Christian still has that whole situation on his mind which gives him the advantage as far as Transgression is concerned. What kind of idiot goes after someone with a chainsaw and threatens to kill them. Christian Kane, that's who. The dumbest person the planet right now. Seriously, either kill 'em or don't bother doing a damn thing at all. Regardless, as stated before, this all plays right into the hands of Reckless Jack who knows a few things about pulling a person's strings in order to make them dance around like a puppet. His affiliation be damned, he'll toy with your emotions just like the puppet master with his string puppets. Although he is hardly the Master of Puppets.
As the march to Transgression gets closer and closer, only a few things can weigh in the mind of Reckless Jack. The first thing is how messed in the head Christian is right now. He has his wife to deal with and apparently a situation brewing with yet another Kane in New Championship Wrestling, this one being Jake. A relative newcomer to wrestling... total newcomer in fact. However, this doesn't matter in the mind of Reckless Jack is there is another Kane in nCw. They're all a bunch of a pansies to him, despite being one himself. Being a Kane is nothing to him. Not like it was at first. He's over it despite facing one of them at Transgression in what is going to matches two and three of the X Division Title tournament.
The second thing on the mind of Reckless Jack is that of when is No Warning Shots gonna act like a real damn team instead of just being there with nothing in the way of a common goal anymore. Everyone is off fighting their own little battles. Albeit they're basically all against The Empire, they should be as one, around each other all the time, kinda like The Empire is. It brings back an old saying he used to have when a member of a Straight Edge Stable known as Uncultured Youth. "It doesn't matter who we face, we roll like a team." Too bad NWS doesn't follow the same ideals as The Self Revolution does. Come to think of it, is there any other true Straight Edge wrestlers in nCw or are they all part of the society Reckless Jack doesn't care for. That is neither here or there though.
Third of all, why isn't there more pizza parties sponsored by nCw? Honestly, after the shows, it'd be a great way for the fans and the wrestlers to talk to each other. The marks being all little kid like seeing a favorite of theirs or a smark telling someone how much their work rate sucks and how they should adapt a different wrestling style in order have a better said work rate. Okay, maybe that wouldn't work out in the least bit but it was a cool idea anyways. Since everyone loves pizza and if you don't you need to be shot and buried in a casket full of dead beets. Seriously though, the only other thing on Reckless Jack's mind is winning at Transgression. Ever since the Fear Factory album with the same name, he has had a hated towards things with the same name. So it's probably a good thing that he is facing Christian Kane at this show. Damn Fear Factory screwing up their awesome sound on a ****ty album.
Winning though, something Reckless Jack was used to since his redebut in nCw until Christian Kane managed to knock him off in their first match against each other a couple of weeks ago. Winning is something Reckless Jack has gotten used to this year. Since 2007 began, he has found himself more on the winning side then the losing. Usually he found himself on the short end of the stick instead of the winning end. All comes with gaining more big match experience which Reckless Jack has a ton of this year. Ask around. Just don't mention "that fed" which has told him never to come back. Whatever though, it's not like they were doing anything for him at the moment so it's basically a win-win situation for The Self Revolution. But going along with something for a minute, Reckless Jack has found himself in a lot more sadistic mood as of late. He has found himself in situations to dish out the punishment to those who stand in his path. He knows down inside his heart that Christian is just another one of this pretenders facing him. Jack's had to deal with many a different foe this year. Some where for real, some where just a massive disappointment and some just weren't in his league. Christian falls in none of these categories. Not just yet anyways. His first win could have been a fluke or it could have been skill. These two matches at Transgression are going to go a long ways to determine where Christian falls in the mind of Reckless Jack...
Open up to East Rutherford, New Jersey. It's night of course. But seeing as how it's Friday night, people are out and about. The lights in the city are shining brightly as people honk their car horns, shout horrible things at one another as well. There are some ladies of the night standing near allies looking to make a quick buck after a quick... well, you get the idea right? So many people of different lives and styles, it's hard to describe any one person on the streets. However, no one person is totally alike. Some might have the same traits but no one is exactly alike. Imagine if there were two people like a Spike Kane. Just an example though.
Regardless, there is one person who does manage to stand out from the rest. From his visible tattoos, to his now short black hair with a Ring of Honor skull cap on and his Killswitch Engage hooded sweatshirt, we all know who it is. Our beloved "Self Revolution" Reckless Jack. He is smirking as he is sitting on a public bench in the mass of humanity or scum bags, whichever side of the Jersey fence you sit on. He sits, chewing a piece of gum, watching those people go past him. One of his favorite things to do in life is to watch people. Never know what kind of person you are gonna see, more so in a place like New Jersey. They always got the weirdos at night. Not like New York City though. That place is just messed up in the head. Jack spits out his gum onto the streets where a taxi cab quickly runs it over. Good for it right? Now no one is gonna step on it and get it on their shoe. Everyone wins!
Reckless Jack stands up and begins to walk amongst the sea of characters. A few people bump into his and act like it's his fault that happened. Jack just shrugs everything off though, taking it all in stride instead of getting pissy about it. A few people recognize who it is and mark out in the middle of the sidewalks. Jack can only manage a smirk when the fans know who he is. They give him a thumbs up before going about their business. Jack loves his fans. Pretty easy guy to talk to on the streets as well. On more then one occasion, Reckless Jack has had a conversation with a fan of his and most of the time it manages to stay away from his wrestling career. They usually talk about the weather or a sports team. All good and fun for The Self Revolution. Such a great life he has going for him. A wife and a daughter that has been mentioned until now. Great time in his life.
After walking for quite a few blocks, he turns into a cafe. Looks like a nice little establishment. No one is waiting for him, not like Chad Lights looking for an interview. Not after what happened back in St. Louis when Reckless Jack left him alone at an Applebees, stuck with the bill. The two haven't talked since then. For good reason though. Regardless, Reckless Jack sits down at the counter they have set up with some stools. A waitress drops off a menu. Jack takes a look through the selection that they have. He shakes his head in amazement as we get a look at the prices. Pretty expensive for such a small cafe. Probably works when you're hungry though. The waitress comes over as Reckless Jack tilts his head up.
Reckless Jack: I'll have a plate of fries and a glass of water. Thanks.
The waitress scurries off with the order as Reckless Jack takes a look around the place. She comes back with the glass of water though. He takes a couple of drinks before placing the glass on the table.
Reckless Jack: Now, Christian, if you say anything one more thing, I am gonna snap. I will seriously pick up this glass that sits here in front of me and smash it into your head until you start to bleed like a stuck pig. How many more times are you going to end up repeating yourself and making yourself look like a bigger ass each time? I don't get it Chris. Is there a reason why you want to make yourself look like a fool every time you open up that big mouth of yours? All week, I've heard the same damn thing out of your mouth about these pay per view. "I'm going to win my match against Reckless Jack whether it's the first match of the night or the second match of the night..." Wow, is that seriously your plan for Transgression? You want to beat me? I've surely never heard of something like that before in my entire life. Thank you Christian for shedding light on the whole thing I've done wrong with my career.
But wow, you've just managed to sit that foot in your mouth so many times these past few weeks, it's amazing you can even talk at all. You are going to guarantee a win for yourself at the pay per view. Do you have a crystal ball you can look into? How can you blindly go on something place in faith when the only thing faith has done is lead man into a horrible situation. Faith is nothing more then false hope. While I am a Killswitch Engage fan, hope is always lost because when you hope for something, how many times does it come true? Not many right. So you can hope all you want to Christian but the fact will remain that you will not be leaving Transgression as the X Division Champion.
He takes a drink of his water as the waitress is walking around, taking the orders of the other people. Jack smiles as he sees how hard this young lady is working. Great work ethic.
Reckless Jack: Just when I thought you couldn't say anything dumber, you just had to go ahead and prove me wrong again. It's your dream to become a champion. Isn't that a dream of about every wrestler in this business today. Not to become a belt whore but to just win a championship. An excellent way to get into the history books. More so when you're the first champion of that belt like one of us could be. Nothing is determined yet though. Although if we based the title on being an over cocky dumb****, you'd be the winner, hands down you'd be the winner kid. Saying you will reign supreme on me during Transgression is just... strange. Seeing as how the first match was pretty well even as you said. Something I can agree with.
But the rest of your little speech is just out there man. You need your head checked. The sooner the better to. I may have the name Reckless Jack but I am a pretty clear thinker. I know what is going on. I know what is happening in the world around me. You on the other hand. You have what is known as "tunnel vision." Once you get that mind of yours on one subject and one subject alone, that's all you think about. I could see it during your interview with Chad Lights. It's no question that your mind will be on Amy this whole weekend. That is where I come in Chris. While your mind is off in wonderland, I will be there to take advantage. This is where the great wrestlers show what they are made of. They fight through adversity. They keep going after what's been happening their personal life no matter how close to home it is. So Christian, what matters more to you. The personal well being of your wife or becoming the first New Championship Wrestling X Division Champion?
The plate of fries appears in front of Reckless Jack as he takes another drink of water. He grabs the bottle of ketchup and pours some out onto the plate as we see a small sea of red substance. He dips a few of the fries into the ketchup before taking a bite. He brushes off his hands as chews it up nicely before it takes the long trek down to his stomach.
Reckless Jack: So Christian, think about those things. Just think about it and you'll get it. Once you do, you'll realize that Reckless Jack knows a thing or two about wrestling. You'll realize that Reckless Jack is what X Division wrestling is all about. This is about no limits. There is nothing stopping me from doing what I want in these two matches. We know what they are and I know that I am better then you Christian Kane. These six words will ring through your head after the second match of the night. Reckless Jack is better then me.
He continues to eat and drink his water as the camera fades away.
Just 48 more hours until we know for a fact who the first New Championship Wrestling X Division Champion is going to be. Will it be Christian Kane or will it be "The Self Revolution" Reckless Jack. Only time will tell the victor of this rivalry over this brand new title...
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:14:25 GMT -6
Godshaped War
And I reject the labyrinth formed within me I confess every mistake that I made And I suppose you've been told To open fire on your conviction And I suppose that you'll surrender Now that you've been warned
...New Championship Wrestling, how near are we now? Just think about it, in a few days, you'll know Age of the Revolution by name. You'll see me live this time. I'll be there in person in order to show you what we're about. So many of you have been treating my sayings like a game. So many of you aren't realizing what's real and what's fake anymore. When I look around your locker room and I see so many of your wrestlers, your backstage workers, your personalities and even your owner, all of you just acting like we don't exist. That I've collected a bunch of internet geeks...
...What you fail to realize that internet geeks are the biggest fakers that exist today. They sit in front of their screens and pretend to be someone they're not, just so they can get some form of attention that they might not have gotten at home. Perhaps they were bullied in school because of how they acted, what they looked like or whatever the case is. You see, in any great revolution, you need a leader. You need someone who is willing to speak their mind and fight for what they believe in. You need a sharp mind with great intelligence behind it...
...I am that person. I have people behind me. They have their reasons. Maybe they're pissed off at those bullies who gave them **** their whole life. Maybe they're pissed because their boss at work is a money hungry bastard. There are so many reasons not to do go out and accomplish something. The people you've alienated are the people I wish to call friend. The people you've shunned, I welcome in as brothers. There is nothing wrong with wanting to accomplish something that you know will get you marked down in the annuals of history. Age of the Revolution will do just that...
...For so long I thought of what people cared of me. I wanted to become something that you're society wanted me to. I had a rough childhood. I earned my way in life but people still thought I wasn't good enough. The people that I used to call friend said I wasn't anything to write home about with my life. All the money I've earned to make them happy, all the possessions that I own are simply pointless because they never made me happy. Nothing made me happy except knowing the fact that someday, somehow, I'd be something better then any of you could ever be...
...I've seen things happen in life that none of you could ever ****ing comprehend. I saw everything I owned get taken away from me because of a whore I mistakenly married. But it taught me a valuable lesson though. It taught me that there is more to life then everything you've been taught. From an early age, a child is taught to work hard, go to college and get a good paying job. Do that and your life is complete. You'll have the money to pay the mortgage on your house. You'll be able to send your kids to college in order to follow the very trend that society set forth for you. All the time I hear people talk about breaking the cycle. But yet, every single one falls into the line that they've been brought up to march in...
...I'm breaking your cycle of life. I'm telling your society to shove it up their ass. For the past month, I've been saying these things to you and yet, you ignore me and treat me like some pathetic loser with too much time on his hands. Sunday night, you'll realize everything I've said. You'll see me turn Jimmy Turner into the first casualty of OUR WAR! I highly suggest that you boys in the back tune into the annihilation of Jimmy Turner and never turn away from the screen either because it WON'T stop with him. There are so many people that fall into the wrongs of the life society set out. Whether you're a pathetic, piece of **** gambler, a lead of a mass cult, a World Champion, a former World Champion, a whore behind a desk or an old man in an overpriced suit, none of you are safe...
...New Championship Wrestling...
...Age of the Revolution...
...Sunday Night...
...You're all ****ed...
...You're all dead...
...The War begins...
...Nothing Saves...
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:17:33 GMT -6
We Are Revolution
New Championship Wrestling was warned about what would happen this past Sunday. Every single person in that locker room knew of what could happen. Yet, not a single one of them stopped it. It all boiled down to that none of them had the strength to stand up to them. No one knew who was on the side of Reckless Jack and who he had gotten to join with his vision of life. No one knew that Lance Ryan and Xavier Williams are going to be the first of many to realize that this world we live in is ****ed.
So this week, Age of the Revolution gets the great pleasure of picking apart Davey Ortega once more. When you think about it, Davey is the prime example of what they hate. A rich man whom owns a casino. That casino takes away the money of the people. The people that would waste their money regardless on meaningless possessions. Either way, Davey Ortega is still the product of greed. Thus, by being greed, Ortega has found himself in a tough spot. Now that he knows Age of the Revolution is on him, he has no where to go, no one to hire, only himself and a worthless piece of life known as Jack Manson.
The Upper Echelon has no idea what they're in for this Sunday on Collision. Once they get into the ring with Age of the Revolution, they'll realize that... Nothing saves...
It's dark out but there are lights just outside of the Northgate Mall here in Seattle, Washington. However, this is a cold night naturally. The camera is able to see the breath of people walking in the parking lot as Reckless Jack appears into the whole frame. He's wearing a skull cap, a DevilDriver one to be exact. As Reckless Jack breathes, we're able to see his breath much like all of the other people. A few of the followers are with him though, all dressed in their black. Reckless Jack points to the main entrance of the Northgate Mall and laughs.
Reckless Jack: Right now, we're standing outside of the Northgate Mall here in Seattle. This is a place where the people who earn their money, spend it on such stupid things. I've seen people walk out of this mall tonight with bags after bags on their hands and arms. Every single bag is full of the dumbest **** you've thought you've ever seen. I look around at these people and see video game systems. These parents are trying to help their kids behave by buying them an Xbox 360. You think when I was a kid, my foster parents were looking to get me a 360? I don't think so. I learned to adapt with what I had, which was hardly anything to begin with.
So as I stand here, freezing my ass off, I start to wonder. I wonder what these people would do, these mindless drones, what they would do if I went into their shopping center and spread our word. New Championship Wrestling, you'll soon find out along with me what happens when we, Age of the Revolution, go into a huge mall and revolt against a system that feeds on the greed and ignorance. Security tries to stop us, that's fine, just as long as we reach out and get the message to one or two people, then everything is a success.
The followers are behind Reckless Jack as they begin to walk towards the doors that lead into the mall. Jack opens them up and enters as the four followers are right behind him. A few people look at them strange, as if they're ready to preform some act of terrorism. Regardless, as they walk around and look at the people, pulling our their credit cards, Reckless Jack stops and stands on a bench. People begin to look at him once more.
Reckless Jack: Customers of the Northgate Mall stores, you are all mindless drones. Every CD you buy, every piece of exercise equipment you purchase and every single article of clothing you get rung up, you're feeding your money towards mindless purchases due to your need to get your hands on the biggest piece of worthless **** that's ever been created. You buy your kids the newest video game system in order to make their life that much happy. Your kids buy you the dumbest, cheapest thing they can find in order to save the money for themselves. Parents, you are being outsmarted by the drones you've created by spending all your money on them, to make them happy. Happiness doesn't come from getting them these materials. Happiness comes from within.
Most of the people dismiss him as a lunatic but a few happen to be listening, although trying to make sure they're not looking like it. Reckless Jack steps down from the bench and walks around until he enters a music store. While he walks around the store, he comes up to a giant display of CDs, most of them price at twenty bucks. Reckless Jack promptly throws down the display and stomps on the CDs.
Reckless Jack: You see, thanks to internet piracy, the prices on these CDs are raised thanks to those who are too stupid to realize that by downloading these CDs or the songs on them, they're taking away the money that goes through the system. The less money that goes through the system, the higher the prices go up and the more you dumbasses have to pay in order to feed their need to make someone happy through the materialistic nature. Whatever happened to old fashioned gifts from the heart. Something that meant something. Too many things have a ****ing price on them. I just don't understand why you people buy for fun instead of need. You don't need all of this **** to make you happy. You don't need a DMX CD or a whatever other popular artist is these days.
Too bad about all these CDs though. They'll have to figure out someway to get them paid for because I'm sure not paying for the ****ers. It's all worthless. Every single thing in this store is worthless. From these CDs here to the DVDs in the back of the store, everything here is just a distraction from real life.
Reckless Jack leaves the music store as he looks around the mall a bit more, seeing so many other stores in the place. He shakes his head as he starts to walk again. This time, he approaches a regular guy. Reckless Jack sees the bag and begins to shake his head.
Security Guard: Sir, I am kindly asking you and your party to leave before we are forced to call the police.
Reckless Jack: How about you go **** yourself. I am in the middle of a crusade against those who have no idea about the life they live. Don't you understand by wearing your fake badge that you're just another loser trying to live his false life out.
The guard looks pissed as his partner grabs his nightstick and says something inaudible into his walkie talkie. Reckless Jack looks onward with no fear in his face. His followers have all but scattered now but the fact remains that Reckless Jack is there.
Security Guard: You had your warning. Let's go into our holding center while the police arrive.
The guard grabs Reckless Jack and cuffs him. Jack smirks as he gets dragged off into the holding center. Once there, he gets thrown into a room. He takes a seat on the bench that's placed in the room.
Reckless Jack: Here I am now, a martyr for my cause, for our revolution. This Sunday, I don't expect this much of a fight from Davey Ortega and Jack Manson. Let's face facts, Lance Ryan has Ortega's number. Davey is one of the causes for Age of the Revolution. The way he pisses away his money, the way his pisses away his life and the way he pisses away his career. And what's it all for Davey? For the money you get from your casino? The thrill you get from screwing millions of people out of their money? Davey Ortega, you've been nothing but a piece of **** since the time I met you back in 2004.
As far as I am concerned, Jack Manson is just along for the ride this week. Davey, you're time in New Championship Wrestling is coming to an end sooner then you think. All you're failed title shots, you're failed attempts at making something of yourself have all been pissed away by your greed. This Sunday, on Collision, the martyr for Age of the Revolution, will take you out of this federation and I'll be one step closer to achieving the goal of a perfect society without greed and materialistic need. You just need to ask yourself one thing Davey, after Jack Manson is taken care of... Who is going to save you?
Reckless Jack lays down on the bench and closes his eyes. A smile comes across his face as he now knows that he's become a martyr for his cause. Cut to static.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:19:27 GMT -6
SCUM
Another week has passed by as Age of the Revolution continues their march towards glory. The Brothers Holland, no matter how hard they tried, they just became another top tag team in New Championship Wrestling to fall victim to Reckless Jack and Lance Ryan. Perhaps New Championship Wrestling never saw it coming but Reckless Jack and Lance Ryan, despite never tagging together until a few short weeks ago, have been friends. You'd think with as smart as some of the wrestlers in nCw claim to be, they would have realized that with the teaming of these two, they'd know how to rack up the wins over the top tag teams in the promotion.
Jack Manson and Davey Ortega found it out the hard way. The Brothers Holland also suffered the same fate. One might think that after defeating a great tag team in Manson and Ortega then going on to beat The Hollands the next week, that Reckless Jack and Lance Ryan should be in line for a Tag Team Title shot somewhere down the road. However, as we all know, New Championship Wrestling doesn't want Age of the Revolution to succeed. They want them to fail like the stables and tag teams before them and quite possibly that come months and years down the road. With the willpower that both Reckless Jack, Lance Ryan and Xaiver Williams all share though, perhaps nCw will never get rid of them.
Take everything nCw management says with a grain of salt when it comes to Age of the Revolution though. The fans, outside of a select few that are smart minded enough to realize that they're part of something greater then mindless sheep can accomplish or imagine, and even the other wrestlers in the back want them to fail. This week though, they face a familiar foe in Jack Manson. You know, the guy they've already beat in an official match and otherwise. What can nCw hope to do by putting Manson into a match where Lance Ryan has a chance to get rid of him this close to the next huge pay per view, Sovereign. The same can be said with Spike Kane though.
Spike and Reckless Jack have quite the odd relationship do they not? One week they're the best of brothers and the next, they're ready to tear each other apart. Perhaps it's because they're twins and they're so alike that they can't maintain a solid relationship because they see their flaws in each other and manage to hate one another for it. That's just one possible theory behind their whole relationship or maybe Reckless Jack just wanted to help his long time friend, Lance, to get the advantage going into his huge match against Manson and Spike at Sovereign.
What about Reckless Jack though? What can he hope to accomplish in a couple of weeks once Sovereign is upon us? Only time will tell on that. What does matter though, is what else Age of the Revolution expects to accomplish this week on Collision. Did you see what they did last week? How many people they attacked. Christian Kane will certainly never be the same again. New Championship Wrestling will never be the same either. It's clear that Age of the Revolution has officially arrived and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
Oakland, if God took a **** in Cali, Oakland would be the toilet where the **** would land. So many idiots walking about and having no idea that they're living in this kind of environment. Drugs, money, hookers, multi million dollar companies, they're all the same in the end. All of them end up screwing you. It's a pretty nice afternoon out for once, which is quite the departure from Reckless Jack always wanting to be seen at night. However, instead of being outside or in a mall, Reckless Jack is simply in a very run down motel. The kind you go to cheat on your wife with or husband, whatever. The room looks like crap, kinda like the whole city of Oakland. He appears before the camera, dressing in gym shorts and another very crudely made Age of the Revolution hoodie.
All of you think it's still a simple game don't you? You still think Age of the Revolution is only a temporary entity, made to die out within two months of it's creation because of who is in it. Take a look around for a moment. This is the kind of place where poor people go, the people who live in poverty, the people who you all cast aside like the scum of the earth because they can't pay their bills on time. Because they aren't able to buy a brand new BMW whenever they damn well please. These people scrap for everything they get in life. They work two jobs in order to put food on the table, clothes on their back and the roof over their head. These people you spit on for looking like **** are the life blood of the country you live in.
These people take the worst jobs there are. These people are willing to put their hands in a toilet bowl and fish out that giant piece of **** that the million dollar man had for breakfast. These people that live below the poverty line are so much better then any of you that live the dream of owning a house, two cars, three kids and a dog. These people learn to love what they have in life. Their kids don't get a car by asking for one, not like most these days. These kids have to earn their cars by getting jobs that pay them way too little and work them way to hard at the stage of life they're in. The people that live in poverty are so much better then you, like I said.
I grew up like this, not knowing where the next meal would come from. I wouldn't know how I'd be able to pay for a pair of new shoes when mine would barely hang together. To these people, I am a God for standing up in their way of life. They finally have someone pointing out how bad they have it. Not like those assholes in D.C. who promise tax cuts for these people and never deliver. I am these people. These people are part of Age of the Revolution whether they realize it or not. These people are part of my followers, not because they've heard what I said because they haven't heard what I've said. These people are part of Age of the Revolution but not because they know who I am. I've gave these people money because I know what their life is like. Now if only you fans of nCw could realize...
When you boo us, you boo true Revolutionaries who want to give something back to the people that have no, to stand up to the regimes of the multi million dollar corporations that feed off of your ignorance and blind ways. But no, instead of being saved from wasting your life, you'd rather go around, living a false life built upon greed, envy and hate. God, you people are a mystery to me. You'd rather live a life like that then become something so great, so power and so knowledgeable. Every single one of you that boo us, are sheep. Every single one of you that tells us to go **** ourselves are idiots. I could stand here and berate you all day but I have better things to do with my time.
There was a time though, when I thought I had family. I found out that was a lie. There was a time when I thought I had a brother. I found out that was a lie. You see Spike, what I did on Collision wasn't based on hate, it was just... you were a casualty to our war. It's nothing personal brother. Just like with what we did to Christian, it was all about war. I've said this from the start, I don't care who you are, you're a target. What to targets become, a victim. So you see Spike, like I said, it's nothing personal. If you aren't with us, you're against us. It's simple isn't it? All the words you say Spike, all the mannerism, they just aren't enough to save you from realizing the truth that your brother is out of his ****ing mind.
Being a little crazy is a Kane trait though right? All three of us Spike, all of us are more insane then the next and I guess in your mind, I take the cake because I have people drinking my kool aid. I am a modern day Jim Jones. Everyone is going to realize who the better of is Spike and it's not you. Despite the fact that you hold the World Title, despite the fact I've never beaten you and despite the fact that everyone looks at you like you're some kind of hero, you can never become the person I've become. Your girlfriend and our sister don't matter Spike. I haven't said anything to harm Freya nor Nola. This is simply you, hiding behind the fact that you need something to pass your feelings onto. You see, since you're Spike Kane, you need someone to pass your true feelings onto and Nola and Freya just happen to be the two you chose this week.
But Spike, who was it that beat the Hollands, the family that killed our father? Once Lance and I beat them last week, I still felt apathetic towards the whole situation. So maybe, once Lance and I defeat you and Manson tomorrow night, I'll be able to feel something towards us again. No remorse Spike, it's another foundation Age of the Revolution was set upon.
Who is Jack Manson again? Someone please remind me because outside of defeating him and Ortega a couple of weeks ago, I just don't know who this guy is. But I've done nothing eh? I suppose becoming the first X Division Champion of nCw is nothing. I also suppose forming the greatest Revolution since when Lucifer revolted against Christ doesn't count for anything. Jack Manson, you're hardly worth my time because you've done nothing at all beside leech onto others in order to make something of yourself.
You all know it by now though...
Reckless Jack smiles before the camera cuts off to static.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:22:58 GMT -6
Ascent To Sainthood And I shall unsheath my flashing sword And my hand takes hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who haze me Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints
Such an obvious trend that New Championship Wrestling, Age of the Revolution members Reckless Jack and Lance Ryan win. Whether it be by pinfall, submission or disqualification, they win, period. So by winning, people take notice. People are taking notice of Age of the Revolution because they get things done. It doesn't matter how it happens either. With those wins come what they truly want, title matches. Nothing else has to be said. Age of the Revolution is making nCw into their own image of life. Slowly but surely, they'll be taking over New Championship Wrestling, regardless of what the wrestlers and management want. Everything in life doesn't happen by design and Age of the Revolution have proved that. Despite the matches management has put them in, despite the obvious lack of respect they have gotten, they keep going. Like it's been stated for a month now, they'll always keep going, until they have nothing left in their bodies and become old and frail.
This week is time for something old and worn out. Something the world doesn't want to see again but it's pretty easy to figure out why Reckless Jack has been put against Jon Michaels this week. The history these two share isn't epic nor is it anything remotely interesting. The whole jist of the situation is that Jon Michaels has always been a whiny ass bitch about Reckless Jack being more successful then him. Thus, Michaels has been forced to make up stories about their history in order to get some order of attention onto himself. His whole career, Jon Michaels has been nothing but an attention whore. Whether he did various shoots or what have you. Anything else between these two have just been lies.
Simply enough, we're in a cathedral. There are many people filing out from the evening mass that preceeded the camera from going in sooner. Interestingly enough, we see Reckless Jack among those in the crowd. In a very crude outfit for mass, he adjusts his Age of the Revolution skull cap that once again looks homemade as to ensure that his name doesn't get whored out by the corporate fat cats. Anyways, as he walks with the people, he slides off in to the confession box. One of the priests slide open the little window and looks attentive to whatever may come his way as Jack takes his skull cap off.
Priest: How long has it been since your last confession my son?
Reckless Jack: Longer then I care to remember father.
A little bit of silence befalls the two until the priest perks up a little bit.
Priest: What troubles you?
Reckless Jack: Where to begin. Lately, I've felt the need to spread the word...
Priest: That's very good. Have you attracted any followers?
Reckless Jack: I have but not the kind you were thinking of. I'm not leading people to Christ.
The priest looks a little stunned. After muttering something to himself...
Priest: What have you been leading them to? You aren't working for the great enemy are you?
Reckless Jack: No father. I've been leading people in a much different cause. I'm rebelling against the the greedy corporations that have forced this world into a state of jealous rage, lustful sins based on desires of the flesh and faithlessness. I'm not working for God himself but rather, to unite the world into one whole entity again.
Priest: If you're not working for Christ or for the great deceiver himself, then who is guiding you?
Reckless Jack: That's the thing father. I'm confused as to if God is leading me and I just don't realize it or if it's Satan trying to get a hold of my bitter, angry soul. That's why I've come to you for guidance tonight.
Priest: I don't know how much I can help you. It seems you know what your cause is. The answer is only deep inside of you about how you are serving in your purpose to rid the world of the greedy filth as you would probably call it. Who do you think you serve my son?
Reckless Jack: If this were the work of Satan, I certainly wouldn't be fighting the greed and lust, I'd be giving into the temptations of the rich lifestyle that I choose not to lead. You see father, I am a wealthy man but I don't receive much enjoyment from all the money I make. Money is always shown as the great saver of man while it's done nothing but corrupt us in too many ways, much like I listed before hand. I'm just a common man who wants to rid the world of evil corruption in our society, to make it a better place for my children once they grow older.
Priest: A worthy cause to save the future. Take your time and figure it out and who you work for but if you want my opinion, it sounds like you serve Christ.
Reckless Jack: Thank you father.
Rather abruptly, Reckless Jack leaves the confessional booth and puts his skull cap back on. He exits the cathedral and begins to walk down the street. Looking a tad happy with what the priest told him, he walks down the streets with a purpose. Like most weekend nights, people are out shopping, carrying their bags and whatnot. Such a similar scene to us, people racking their credit cards in order to have the latest movie or video game.
Reckless Jack: Such as life isn't it? Seeing people rack up their credit card bills and such. However, a man whom I hate chooses to live this destructive lifestyle. Whether it be using his money to buy alcohol or drugs, he continues to piss away his life by living in whatever gutter calls him home for that evening. This man is someone whom I despise in so many ways, it wouldn't even be worth my time listing all of the ways I wish he would continually get smashed in the head by a ****ing drug dealer looking for some quick money. None of his life has ever made sense either. One minute he claims to be a reformed man and the next he's seen, drinking and have sex with a street walker. I just fail to understand what drives him to keep on existing in a world that he offers nothing to.
The fact that Jon Michaels claims that we met in a nursery school is a notion that is completely false. Apparently, he doesn't know that I spent my early childhood years in Ireland with my brother or in Boston with my family. He doesn't know that while he has supposedly shoved a rattle up my ass, I was busy blocking out the pain of hearing that my father was dead. Jon Michaels doesn't even comprehend the fact that it wasn't I who left my disgusting ex-wife but she left me. There wasn't any begging as he would want you to believe. She did something that was completely inexcusable and I'm personally glad it happened. It allowed me to be freed from a materialistic slut and met the real love of my life. Someone is who as I am.
But Michaels always has to take it three steps further then it needs to be taken. Jon, are you on drugs or are you just naturally retarded? We went to the same high school? In what universe did that happen in because it surely didn't happen in this one. Once again, you're missing one key component that every person needs to a long life and that's logic. The way you stand there and spout out these blatant lies are beyond my comprehension because there simply isn't anything to comprehend. Instead of taking your time and logically thinking out your thoughts, you say the first thing that pops into that feeble mind of yours and you come out of the whole situation looking like an idiot. I hope all of that wasn't beyond your middle school comprehension.
This whole savior stuff, saving nCw from Age of the Revolution's supposed bland personalities, well... you came off as second rate. Then again, by the same admission, everyone is second rate sometimes when it comes to trying to be original. Go figure right? However, at least we've managed to make something of ourselves. You see Jon, by creating Age of the Revolution, I've made something so great, so moving and revolutionary, no pun intended, it's made a huge impact on this federation. We've beaten some of the best thrown at us, Lance Ryan and I. Spike Kane, Jack Manson, Davey Ortega and the Brothers Holland, only people you could dream of getting into the ring with because they'd wipe the floor with your pathetic ass. Then again, that's not saying much either...
You'll realize soon enough Michaels that you are nothing but low life scum compared to myself or the rest of the Age of the Revolution members. All three of us are eventually going to be taken as Saints while we sit next to God in Heaven thanks to ridding the world of people like you. This isn't going to be a match tomorrow night. No, this is going to be an execution with my two hands. I see everything too clearly now. This cause has been sent to me by God himself to cleanse the world of all the filth, scum and lowlifes. We will keep attacking the establishment and the seedy underworld of this planet. Jon Michaels, you are going to be the first victim to the reformed Reckless Jack. With the power of God by my side, nothing is going to stop me from achieving my goal of making a perfect Utopian world.
No flashy ending, just cut to static
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:26:17 GMT -6
And I shall unsheath my flashing sword And my hand takes hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who haze me Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints
"Counting bodies like sheep..." is a pretty accurate statement don't you think? Over the past five weeks, since Cross Roads, Age of the Revolution has made a trail of bodies that will soon enough be miles wide. From people like Jimmy Turner to Jack Manson, they've all fallen to Age of the Revolution. While Xavier hasn't been having the greatest of luck against his opponents, Reckless Jack has been dominating the Tag Team scene with his friend, Lance Ryan as you see on Collision every week. Five straight wins as Reckless Jack has constantly hovered around the main event of these weekly television shows. With being in those slots, it means more TV time which has been his goal thus far. Goal one has been achieved. The next goal you might ask, winning a championship.
However, winning a championship isn't about the money that goes along with it, nor the fame. The only reason why Reckless Jack want to win his second piece of New Championship Wrestling gold is for the simple fact of more TV time. While you can get TV time without holding a championship, it's not the same thing. People aren't as inclined to listen to someone who doesn't hold a championship belt. So if you're not really smart, it means gold equals power.
While marching towards what he thinks is his sainthood, Reckless Jack will stop at nothing to attain power. Whether it be making a deal with someone backstage, going to a church to talk to God or just trying to defeat someone in the wrestling ring. Jack knows Steve Awesome all to well from a previous federation. The two haven't ever seen eye to eye and have produced some fun matches with each of them winning one, losing one and they've drawn in their last encounter from that previous federation. Steve Awesome is going to learn that you don't **** with a soon to be saint. Jon Michaels had to learn that last week after he was given the package piledriver on a chair.
This week though, against Steve Awesome, there won't be interference though. Reckless Jack wants to earn his shot at the gold by himself with no help from Xavier, Lance or whomever might try to get involved tonight. This is something that must come from the self because during times like this, any ally is untrustworthy, no matter how long you've know them. However, when you're nearing sainthood, you only need to really rely on... yourself.
Phoenix, another major city that nCw is running in. What happened to the days when you would run shows in the small days, back in the days of the territories when they'd come through a few times a year but the champion was so in demand that you'd maybe see him once in that span of a year. It's all about trying to be global these days, no one wants to be indy anymore. Regardless, Sovereign is just in a few short nights now right here in Phoenix. Fifth largest city in the United States as of a couple of years ago though so selling out whatever arena they have for this huge pay per view event. Probably the US Airways Center though but it shouldn't matter much as every single person who pays hundreds of dollars to watch this show is wasting their money.
It's the middle of the afternoon though as people are usually stuck in their nine to five jobs, working towards tomorrow night which officially starts the weekend. In any case, those who aren't working, are out and about. The sun is shining down upon the streets and roads of Phoenix today as there aren't as many people in the sidewalks as there are in cars. Those who are in the sidewalks though are walking in clothes that people in the midwest can only dream about for another few months. Shorts, t-shirts, no coats and all of that good stuff basically. Upon the few people happen to be Reckless Jack, our almost resident saint, as he would want to believe anyways.
As he walks down the sidewalk, wearing something completely different. For once, he has nothing that associates him with Age of the Revolution. Instead, he has on a normal brown and white Rise Against t-**** on and cargo jeans. Beside him though, walking with him, is a woman. While it's no secret Reckless Jack is indeed married and his wife is pregnant with their first child, perhaps she is finally going to become a regular on the nCw screen. She has on a medium length dress that's a one piece basically. Nearly a summer dress but only the fabric is a bit more thick then that. Her heels click against the pavement in a most annoying manner as Jack looks at his wife's stomach, which is pretty well expanding from the last time she was seen on an nCw broadcast back in November.
For those who don't happen to remember, her name is Megan. While Reckless Jack and Megan walk, a few people point and take notice upon a nearly famous wrestler. Nearly famous for the simple fact that Jack tries to disguise himself in public places most of the time. No one likes to get bothered by a fan while they're busy eating or spending time with loved ones. Although it is ironic that a few months ago that Reckless Jack said that love doesn't save but yet it married. Just another double standard set by a ****ing lunatic. Megan begins to hold her stomach though, not really wincing in pain but rather that look of hunger. She tugs on the shirt of Reckless Jack, trying to nab his attention from whatever is going inside his twisted mind.
Megan: We need to find someplace to eat. I'm getting hungry...
He looks over to his wife and doesn't look all to happy to hear that statement. Rolling his eyes the wipes his face and sighs.
Reckless Jack: Alright, we'll find a place for you.
Megan perks her face up, hearing the good news. Although she knows her husband isn't too fond of going out to eat these days. Living the gimmick isn't he? Age of the Revolution isn't just an on screen occurrence, its a way of life. While some are currently being consumed by their greed for a World Championship, Reckless Jack is consumed with the power that he believes to be God.
Megan: What sounds good love? Chinese, American, Japanese, Thai, so many great choices, I could eat them all!
Reckless Jack: If my memory is correct, there is an all you can eat buffet around here. Just don't know where it's at. Once there, you can eat until your heart is content and full of food.
Megan looks absolutely thrilled right now as Jack has that almost permanent look on his face. A look of disdain for all of humanity outside of his wife and a few select people. They keep walking on though as Megan starts to get tired or at least seems like it.
Megan: I know you hate them but could we please hail a taxi? My feet are killing me and I'm tired.
Slowly, he walks towards the side of the road and waves his arms, trying to get the attention of a taxi. All of them are zooming past Jack as he looks to be getting angry. Megan comes towards where her husband is standing and hails a taxi right off the bat. Goes to show you that a good dame will always get a taxi, no matter if they're pregnant or not. Both of them enter the taxi as the driver slaps the meter hand down. The meter begins as Jack rolls his eyes. Megan pats him on the back before he can say anything to the cab driver.
Megan: Can you take us to the closest buffet?
The driver nods as he pulls away and takes his time. Surprise, surprise right? As the drive weaves through traffic, Megan begins to rub her husband's thigh, in a sexual manner. He rejects her advances though, knowing that the cab driver could look back and take notice. Megan stops and straightens out her dress as the cab driver stops at a red light. The cabbie looks in his rear view to see Megan playing with her dress, nearly driving into a parked car. Jack slaps his forehead and shakes his head.
Reckless Jack: Hey cabbie, keep your ****ing eyes off my wife and keep 'em on the road.
Not very happy hearing those words, the cabbie nearly slams on the brakes but instead keeps going, knowing he can rack up their fare by driving around aimlessly for half an hour. A few minutes pass by as they zoom past a few buffet joints. Wanting to tear into the cab driver, Jack leans forward but Megan holds him back. She begins to whisper in her husband's ear.
Megan: I'll tell him to stop. We can eat and then get you back to the motel so you can relax.
Now raising her voice...
Megan: Could you please let us off here sir?
The driver nods as he slams on the brakes. Megan opens up the door and exits the cab. Reckless Jack looks at the fare that he owns and mutters something to himself. He takes out his wallet and throws the driver a twenty dollar bill. The fare reads around ninteen dollars. The cabbie looks pissed at his tip as Jack exits the cab himself. Once his slams the door shut, the taxi speeds off as Megan looks at the buffet place. She heads on in as Jack stays outside for a second.
Reckless Jack: Finally New Championship Wrestling is recognizing what I'm doing. Five weeks after the fact that I've made the biggest impact in this promotion's history, they finally feel the need to put me in a number one contenders match, kind of. Instead of giving myself and Lance Ryan a tag team title shot like we deserve, they put me against Steve Awesome. If I manage to beat Steve then I'll finally get what's been coming to me since we beat Ortega and Manson a few weeks ago. Since then though, I've fought everything that management has thrown at me. Spike, Manson, Hollands and Jon Michaels. Every single one of them couldn't defeat me or Lance. I've been saying it since I started this but you want us to fail.
I will give you some credit for finally pulling your heads out of your asses though because at least you realize that I am one of the best this company has to offer and I don't do it for the money you throw at me. You could not even pay me at all and I'd still be here, spreading my message to the masses of drones that take up the seats in the arenas you manage to sell out because of advertising. You're trying to sway the blind sheep in our society that don't know any better. They've been conditioned to say "TV good. We must follow what TV says." So you're basically raping these people instead of taking care of them. You hype up all these matches as can't miss and you force these people to pay money for something they probably walk away from saying it was overrated.
These people are paying for the fact that there are going to be must see matches but half of the locker room don't know the difference between a wristlock and a headlock. That's beside my point though. This whole thing has gone too far with your advertising. I managed to take a look at your budget and it blew my ***damn mind on how much money you waste to get this product known. Take getting an ad spot in this past year's Super Bowl. Three million for thirty seconds. Who in their right mind would spend that much to get a product known. I just fail to see the logic when you can spread the product through word of mouth. Look at the internet. You can get year long banner ads at wrestling website for dirt ****ing cheap.
So how is that for logic nCw or are you able to grasp the concept that you don't need to pay all this money for advertising. Now though, I have to face Steve Awesome. A man I hate, a man I despise and a I man I'd probably wish death on. Steve Awesome is one of the reasons why this society is going down the fast track to hell. When I see people like him, I'd just wish we'd get ****ing wiped out with a nuclear bomb, just so there would be some sort of peace on this earth. Just look at his lifestyle. Loose women, throws around his money, everything I stand for, he is against. He is everything people want in life while I am out speaking the truth, I get wrote off as a fake. While he takes his money and wastes it on meaningless possessions, I use my money to help those in need.
This is why I am a saint sent from God in order to cleanse the world of filth like Steve Awesome. As far as I am concerned, Steve Awesome is the personification of evil itself. Just a few short days until I get into that ring with him again. Just a few short days until I become a saint by defeating the evil known as Steve Awesome. Not for me, not for Age of the Revolution but for God himself. He has shown me the light and told me that I need to strike upon my enemies and slay them until they become nothing. On March second, I'm going to become a monster to fight the monsters of the world! Steve Awesome is going to be the second casualty of my war, our revolution! Steve Awesome, you're time as nCw Tag Team Champion is coming to an end and Sunday night is the first step in becoming a true saint. To continue quoting one of the greatest orators of our time, this is true, this is real, this... is... revolution!
With that said, Reckless Jack steps inside, going into the buffet place to eat a meal with his wife. The camera cuts off to static.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:28:14 GMT -6
Ascent Into Sainthood III
And I shall unsheath my flashing sword And my hand takes hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who haze me Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints
Ironic how no one in nCw seems to understand the brotherhood that Age of the Revolution seems to have with one another. It seems that the past few weeks, they've been on the butt end of homosexual jokes. Whether from Jon Michaels last week or Steve Awesome this week, no one understands. How could they though? They're part of a society that says it's wrong for grown men to get into a group and fight the power but yet those same guys who make fun of Age of the Revolution, they probably joined a frat in college and had more homoerotic experiences then anyone in Age of the Revolution. Like it was noted before, all simple irony.
However, what was Steve Awesome thinking of mentioning another federation where the near saint of nCw failed upon his quest to win their title. Where does he get off mentioning something like that on a nCw camera. That alone should get him a hefty fine from his already overpaid ass. Yeah, overpaid. Every single member of the roster is overpaid. None of them deserve the money they make. Using an example, look at Trent Helms who reportedly signed a contract that contained more money then a third world country would ever see. With the rumored payroll of New Championship Wrestling, they could probably buy a third world country easily.
All money issues aside though, Steve Awesome has bitten off more then he can quite possibly chew. While he made mention of the fact, along with Reckless Jack that they seem to be tied in their meetings against one another, that was in another federation. The slate has been wiped clean and all that of their past encounters can be forgotten. The championships, the words exchanged between the two before this week. Every single memory of what they did against each other is all but gone now.
History is something else though isn't it? Almost every single war has been either committed in the name of God or in the name of the almighty dollar. From the Crusades to our current situation in Iraq, it's all fueled by either of those two factors. The Crusades were a simpler war though as there wasn't a worry of a nuclear bomb or some kind of a biological weapon placed in a major US city. Nothing was as worrisome in those times. Perhaps after Age of the Revolution has won their war, everything can go back to those days when the only thing you cared about what bringing in the next crop. But yet, greed will always exist within the heart of man. As long as there is evil in the world and in the soul of man, nothing will ever change.
Nothing will ever change and nothing will ever save mankind from their own corruption. No matter how hard Reckless Jack tries, he is always going to fail in his quest to rid the world of the evil that consumes. That doesn't mean he won't stop at trying to end corruption and greed. It doesn't matter how the Utopian society is attained, the only thing that matters is that there is a ray of hope for his children because in his life time that will never be achieved. It's going to be about teaching values to his children when his daughter Lilly grows up or his child with Megan is born. Nothing saves... not yet. But in the future, maybe, just maybe, something will save mankind from themselves.
Darkness engulfs Phoenix this evening. No stars just the bright lights from the city in the desert. People are staggering out of the bars drunk or the sober ones are going into get drunk themselves tonight. Little do they realize that they are helping the decay of the moral fabric of society by doing so. Every drink and every few bucks per beer they throw down, the more money they piss away in order to get a cheap high or make themselves feel a little bit better about themselves. Isn't that what alcohol was supposed to be about? The whole drowning your sorrows bull****, never really works does it. It's all about building up a tolerance in order to force you to pay more money for a solution that doesn't work.
Panning around the majestic city of Phoenix, we see all the neighborhoods. So many of them to pan across until we come across a little mom and pop motel on the end of the city. Not a huge operation or anything but enough for a couple of folk to get by on for an honest and solid living. Zooming into one of these small motels you'd mainly find across the heartland of the United States muchless outside of a large city like Phoenix. Regardless, looking upon the half vacant motel that's probably used for a midnight rendezvous instead of a married couple, there are a few cars parked here or there. Most of them look run down and old, a couple of them are even rusting out. Yeah, a real mom and pop shop for sure. There are a few nice vehicles though, those used by the businessmen who drive away from the city to meet up with their wife's best friend for a good ole romp in the sack.
Almost makes one sick though but there isn't a thing anyone can really do about. Moving through the parking lot and the various rooms, there is one were the lights are on and nothing in the way of sexual sounds are heard coming from the room. Looking in, we see nCw's resident near saint, Reckless Jack, along with his wife Megan who is currently sleeping away in one of the beds. Reckless Jack is sitting on the edge of the other bed with the television on. There is a DVD player hooked up to the TV as we see wrestling on the screen. Looks like ole Reckless Jack is watching, studying whatever he is watching to further his wrestling career so he can further his march towards sainthood.
As he focuses on the screen, a voice is heard giving a promo on whatever show he is watching.
"Just like this microphone in the hands of any of the boys in the back is just a microphone, but in the hands of a dangerous man like myself it becomes a pipe-bomb. These words that I speak spoken but anybody else are just words strung loosely together to form sentences. What I say I mean, and what I mean I say, and they become anthems!"
After hearing those words uttered from the TV screen, he shuts off the TV. As he gets up off the bed, he throws his arms out and looks around the room. He gazes upon his sleeping wife before he walks into the bathroom. He keeps the door open as he starts the facet as water comes out. Taking some of the water, he splashes it into his face. Inhaling and exhaling, he shuts the water off and grabs for a towel. Drying off his mug, he tosses the towel into a corner before heading out of the bathroom. Grabbing the room key while talking past the very television set he was using a few minutes ago, he exits the motel room but not before grabbing a plain white skull cap. The good guys back in the old Western movies always used to wear white but the landscape has changed since then.
Bad is now good and good is now bad. Before you know it, Age of the Revolution will be getting praised for their efforts in the world instead of getting **** upon because of what they do. In any case, Reckless Jack begins to walk into the middle of the parking lot. Stopping dead center in a group of cars, he stares up into the sky and keeps his eyes upon the darkened sky, only illuminated by the near by city lights. Shaking his head, he continues to walk once more. Noticing the New Championship Wrestling camera crew, he smirks as he keeps going.
Reckless Jack: Everything means something in life. Whether is be a child's first steps or someone finally finding the courage to stand up to a person who has bullied them their whole life. Courage was something that used to be rewarded on the battle field of life. Now though, if you stand up for what you believe in, you're labeled a freak, a person who didn't conform to what he was supposed to be brought up as. Standing up for yourself is quite an accomplishment these days isn't it? Just like that child who takes their first steps, it's something to be cherished. Like I just said before though, standing up for yourself isn't as monumental as that kid walking. Not in this life, not anymore.
What is in though is someone standing around in a gym, talking about how great they are without anything to back it up with. People are rewarded with false information instead of finding the real facts behind the matter they are trying to investigate. You see, I try to find out whatever I can about a great deal of things. I try to keep up on the news by paying a small fee for a newspaper a few times a week. I usually stop reading before I get halfway through the world section. It disgusts me so much to see the world in this state. Although I feel like I'm starting to go in circles, there are only so many times I'm able to say that our society is decaying before our very eyes and all of you are turning the other cheek to it. You're ignoring the truth, looking through the world in your rose colored glasses.
How can you be so blind? How can you be so ***damn foolish to not notice everything going on around you. No logic and no brains, that's the American way isn't it? Just take a look at Steve Awesome. Your ignorance is nearly bliss. You stand in a gym, trying to work yourself up for a match this Sunday. You're trying to prepare for a match that I have no intention of doing in the ring. Granted, there will be the physical aspect but I have no intention of losing this match before I step into the ring. Mind games Steve, mind games. I'm sure you briefly read about it back in your high school days before you ran off to do the usual party thing like most kids do.
Now granted, I'm implying you're dumber then a box of rocks and I have no reason to base it as so but the way you carry yourself... it shows that you aren't as intelligent as you'd like to think yourself to be. Take your whole thing about my hatred towards people like you, just not you. You implied that I was only talking towards you. Steve, you must understand that the hate, the disdain I have for you, goes for anyone that lives the life style that you so described. Live isn't meant to be fun, its not meant to be enjoyed. Life is a constant struggle in which that you have to fight against the many temptations that you seem to give into at every turn. So perhaps that is why I said that I have a hatred towards you Steve.
There isn't envy involved you stupid ****. How many times must I repeat myself that I am not envious of people like you. I loathe you, I despise you and I wish nothing but problems upon your life for assuming then I am envious of a piece of **** like you. I had no intentions of thing happening this way Steve. I was wanting something pure against you but you've turned this into a war. You've turned this into a war that you have no chance of winning Steve. Not because of the numbers on my side, I have no reason to have them interfere in our match Sunday. We've had enough tainted wins this past month and we don't need another one. Not because you're Steve Awesome, the nCw Tag Team Champion either.
The reason why you lose Steve, is the simple fact of you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into you. Do you think this is really as far as I'm going to go with my Revolution, my march towards becoming a saint, a saint not seen since the likes of, well, since Joan of Arc. She was chosen by God to lead France to fight the English, for her homeland. You see Steve, like Joan of Arc, I am fighting for my home. I am fighting what I believe. I fight for all the right reasons while, like I eluded to earlier, wear those rose colored glassed to blind yourself of the real truth of this world. Sunday is you're first realization of the truth Steve. You'll finally begin to realize that I am not just a lunatic, that I am really a man who was sent by God.
Just a matter of time Steve, just a matter of time until you might just see the light. I'm not going to save your soul because you've gone past the point of redemption. There is nothing left for you to accomplish in your life, you've pissed every single chance at redemption away. Like I've said for months now, nothing saves... nothing saves.
He stops walking as he breathes in and out once more. The camera cuts off to static.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:33:27 GMT -6
Ascent Into Sainthood (A Call For Blood Pt. One)
And I shall unsheath my flashing sword And my hand takes hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who haze me Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints
Just a few short days until New Championship Wrestling's greatest nightmare become a reality. For months now, they've been terrorized by Age of the Revolution. Everywhere people turn, Age of the Revolution is there, right in their faces. Once that fateful music hit back in January, nCw has never been the same. Look at everything they've accomplished thus far. Reckless Jack only losing once or twice since his return, gaining his brother as an ally. Then you have Lance Ryan as the champion in nCw while Xavier Williams is still an up and comer in this promotion. Age of the Revolution is dominating this promotion whether people would like to admit this or not.
The reign of terror has only just begun though as Reckless Jack and Spike Kane get their Tag Team title shot against the Smoking Aces, Steve Awesome and Jake "The Ace" Conway. These two men are basically what the Age of the Revolution are standing against. Their rich and ready for action life style are something they don't agree with and it's been known for quite a while. Look at it last month when Reckless Jack defeated Steve Awesome in a singles match to earn the right for this match at A Night To Remember. It will indeed be A Night To Remember for all four wrestlers involved in this title match. Forty five minutes of pure hell, an iron man.
Forty five minutes seem like a daunting task for anyone to go up against but when you take a brief history at the wrestling history of Reckless Jack, forty five minutes is nothing. In 2007 alone he wrestled for more then sixty minutes around four or five times, most of them in a singles environment. Regardless, this is a match everyone seems to be taking seriously. The wrestlers, managment, the fans and the wrestling media are thinking this might be bigger then the main event. This tag team match perhaps personifies the whole Age of the Revolution stand more then anything. This is about two brothers, fighting for that same cause. This is about the downfall of the society that Awesome and Ace both support. This is life, this is death, this is wrestling.
Hyperbole gets used so much in the wrestling business, every single match is the biggest of all time, depending on who you ask. Perhaps this isn't a hyperbole though this time around. Perhaps the very future of nCw will be determined in this match at A Night To Remember. Either Age of the Revolution wins and they become the Tag Team Champions, contining to spread their message through more television time or the Smokin' Aces finally put a stop to Age of the Revolution and make them realize that they aren't unstoppable. The latter, don't expect on that to happen, not now and not ever. This is Age of the Revolution and Reckless Jack has said it numerous times, defeat won't stop them, it'll only make them stronger.
Bronx, New York, what a ****hole. All the murders and drug deals, why anyone lives there is a huge question. Then again, people who live in the projects just aren't able to throw away their life with the small amount of income they bring in. No one wants to live in the projects where poverty runs rampant but in some places, where the drug dealers reside, they live large in their tricked out apartments and their cars. You see, the dealers force these addicts in the projects to stay there because of their habit. It's all about being born into that life style. That life style that people can't escape. People like Jack Wallace, such a tragic end to a life twelve years ago.
But now, the Bronx serves a purpose for someone we all know. Reckless Jack is intent to hunt down DeVito and finally put a stop to everything that plagues his mind from the night he saw Jack's brains blowed all over the wall in his home. There aren't many people out walking in the Bronix right now, it's night time and gun shots are heard through various places. Probably due to the numerous failed deals or someone getting pissed off at another gang. Whatever the case, people still aren't out and are in their homes with the five locks on the door all secured. A few squad cars are seen driving through the 'hood, keeping an eye out for gang related violence and whatnot.
Amidst all the cop cars and shooting, a couple of men are brave enough to be walking in the streets right about now. Both of them wearing almost the same kind of clothing. Black hoodies, blue jeans with black skull caps on. They walk in unison as the look at each other. One of them is Reckless Jack of course but the other is looking different to us. The cops pay no attention to them though as they really dont' want to mess with people that look like dealers but if they only knew right? Anyways, the two men stop when they come to a large building that looks like an apartment complex. There is a large man standing in front of the door, obviously serving as a muscle to keep whomever their enemies are out.
Reckless Jack and his friend stop and stare at the large man with nothing but utter contempt for him. The large man keeps his eyes focused on them as well but he never shows any emotion, just a blank look the whole time, like he's off in his own world or he just isn't concerned with the two. Jack shakes his head as he looks like he has horrible intentions in his eyes.
Reckless Jack: 'Ey, gonna let us the **** in?
The muscle shakes his head no as Jack and his buddy look at each other.
Reckless Jack: You believe this **** Joe? This large dick for brain ain't gonna let us in here.
Joe nods as he reaches behind him.
Joe: I honestly don't. So I got us an idea...
Reckless Jack: What's that?
Joe: We grease this 'roided up **** right here and now.
Joe starts to pull out a gun but Jack quickly stops him. The muscle looks a tad scared as he looks to quickly change his mind. Opening the door, he ushers Jack and Joe into the building. He closes the door behind him as they know phase one is complete. Walking up a set of stairs, the duo look out to make sure this place is clean of some people that, in all likely hood, would shoot them up before they had a chance to say hello. They get to a door and knock on it. It gently comes open as they slowly push it open. Once they take a look in the room, they see a few kilos of coke placed on the table. Reckless Jack pulls something out of his hoodie, looks like a bottle of lighter fluid.
He doses the coke with it as it begins to drip all over the place. Joe looks around, seeing if he can find anything worth while that would get the two closer to DeVito as Jack pulls out a book of matches. He looks back to see Joe pocket a piece of paper. Jack nods as Joe goes back to the door to keep a look out. Once Jack lights one of the matches, he tosses it on the pile of coke as flames ignite into the air. The two leave the room and quicken their pase as they go back down the stairs. They kick the front door open as smoke is seen behind them. The muscle from earlier doesn't pay attention to them leaving the building. Flames are now bursting out of the windows as Jack and Joe duck into a darker alley.
Joe: There goes his ****ing coke supply this month. This outta put a stop to what he's doing around this area at least, right?
Jack nods his head as they keep walking, looking behind them the whole time. Once they feel like their a safe distance from the building, they stop and take a moment to collect themselves after what just had happened.
Reckless Jack: So what's on that piece of paper you picked up?
Joe: It's a place where we might be able to find him, a club of sorts. Not too far from here. Wanna hit it up tonight?
Jack shakes his head.
Reckless Jack: Nah, not tonight. There'll be more people there tomorrow night so if we have to take him out, we can do it in a crowded place and maybe it wouldn't get as noticed. But like I told you, I have no intention of killing him. I just wanna make him suffer. I wanna destroy his ****ing life Joe, that's all I want. Killing him wouldn't make a ***damn difference to what he did to Jack. Jack's dead and he won't be back to life anytime soon. DeVito isn't a dead man walking but tomorrow night, we're gonna go to this club and we're gonna royally trash that ****in' place. Now let's get the **** outta here before we get made.
Joe doesn't say anything but the silence is enough. They gotta leave the Bronx tonight and not look back. Jack and Joe keep walking off into the darkness...
We're now set up to see the face of Reckless Jack as we don't know where he is at. In any case, it's a small digital camera purposely used for a purpose of sending a message to nCw.
Reckless Jack: What I did tonight wasn't something I'm exactly proud of but it was needed. It was needed to show that I'm no longer afraid of what might happen to me. If I get shot down, then so be it, it puts me closer to where I want to be. Regardless though, what I did to that shipment of cocaine was a message to not only DeVito but to the entire New Championship Wrestling roster. By that single act of, well, war. You see, by setting fire to a drug that will enslave so many people who are born into that life style, a life style that I managed to avoid. Sure I've had my problems with alcohol but I never did the stuff that Jack did when I was growing up. Regardless of his drug problems, I looked up to him. Hell, he's the reason why I have Jack in my wrestling name. He was the closest thing I had to a father growing up. So when I burn that coke and destroy a destructive life style, I do it for people like myself who had someone they loved seen their life taken away from them so earlier.
Those drugs are such a destructive habit, a life that I honestly wouldn't wish on anyone but for those who chose a life style of drugs, alcohol and partying, well, there isn't a whole lot of hope for you. While you're out pissing your life away, I'm standing here, living a life that I was put on here for. I wasn't born on this earth to be a guy who was the life of the party. I was put here to end **** like this. I was put here to become something so much greater then anyone could possibly understand. Ever since I saw my moment of clarity a couple of months ago, I've felt this empowerment of God in me and it's been showing. Honestly, if killing DeVito and going to prison for it is my destiny then so be it because I won't deny it.
Denying your destiny isn't something to do. I believe, like I've stated so many times that I need to clean up this world. Age of the Revolution is partly consumed by this but not like me. No one can understand this. Not Lance, not Xavier and not even Spike, no one can simply feel what I feel. To see someone you loved getting their ****ing brains blown out inches in front of my face is something that's so hard to forget. Until recently, it was gone from my memory, I had forgotten that even happened because it's not something to remember in the least bit. How would you feel if I went up to your wife, sister, brother or some other relatives with a gun and shot them in the head while you were forced to watch, screaming the whole ***damn time. Not something you'd want to remember and it's something you'd want to get revenge on.
While I think of all these reasons I'd love nothing to see DeVito in a ****ing body bag, I drift off and think of people like Steve Awesome and Ace. It's amazing how they think they can manipulate this whole situation about Age of the Revolution. Showing me your partying life style doesn't do a thing to me. Showing me your alcoholic tendencies, the women you pleasure with no regard for how they feel and the money you piss away every night, it doesn't bother me. We know I used to be part of that environment where I did the exact same things you would do Steve. I used to get around with women, I used to get trashed on a nightly basis. So by going into a casino like Ortega's and trying to play these games with me, not exactly working but I give you some credit for trying.
However, if this is your attempts at mind games, it's awfully pathetic. If you wanna keep me "Awesomely Informed", go right ahead because your words will only fall on deaf ears. My mind, much like my spirit, is pure and absolved of all my wrong doings in the past. Cheating on my first love with a whore, the lies I told my son, may he rest in piece and the very fact that I wished death upon my own foster father. All of that no longer dwells within' me because I have purified myself. This purification process is something this world needs Steve. They need to wake up and realize that by doing all of this partying, that they are simply killing themselves much like Jack effectively did.
When I look at you, the only thing I see is my brother who was living the same life as you before he started to get into coke and weed. While I did look up to him, I also resented him for doing that stuff, much like how I resent you for acting like you do. The duality of my soul was so strong that I would love and want to kill Jack at the same time. But when I look at you Steve, I feel that utter contempt. I only feel like that if I would continually beat some sense into you, you'd get this whole message in your head. The same would go for Ace. Such a pure hatred for the both of you for reasons why I loved someone and saw it destroyed them. Almost ironic...
Our style though, it's something that's been proven to be effective and I have no intentions of changing it anytime soon. You obviously don't understand symbolism though. The rain that comes from the ceiling when we make our grand entrance is a statement of the blood that has been shed and will be shed. Sorry if you can't understand that, I truly am. This is above our personal rivalry though Steve, this is about the saving of so many innocent souls. You can talk about the wins you've held over me but none of which have come in New Championship Wrestling. You've never pinned me in nCw and neither has the Ace for that matter. I've beaten the both of you in singles matches at a pay per view here. This time, the only thing that's different is a lot more cardio and I have my brother in my corner.
So go ahead and live that destructive style. Live it up well and live it up good. Soon you'll realize that I'm right about so many things. Once Spike and I either take those belts, you'll realize that Age of the Revolution is not just a stable, it's movement, an indestructible one. No matter how many times we might lose, no matter how many times we might win, the only thing that really matters is the simple fact that we'll NEVER stop. That's it. This revolution will never stop as long as I live and as soon as I take care of DeVito, I'll finally become a saint and reign supreme.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:34:45 GMT -6
Ascent Into Sainthood (A Call For Blood Pt. Two)
And I shall unsheath my flashing sword And my hand takes hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who haze me Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints
Just a simple thought to start you off tonight. Change is needed. Most everything thinks change is a good thing but some people hate it regardless of the good it might bring. The change needed is obvious as it's been preached for months now and it's not worth repeating. Nothing is worth repeating. This is real life and no matter how much some people don't quite understand how it works, they try to live it regardless. That's it. Nothing else to say.
It's the face of Reckless Jack again. It's the same kind of background from last night's promo.
Reckless Jack: You know, no matter how many times we exchange the same words, we're never going to be on the same page are we? No matter how many transmissions we send back and forth, this whole difference in ideals won't be the same. All of us have different opinions on how life should be spent. You both believe that the way of the party is the way to go and we know my opinion. I guess that's why we're such good rivals isn't it? The whole difference we share. Something else that our brains all work on different levels, that we simply can't agree because of the way we were brought up, partly anyways.
The reason why I say partly is that I was brought up in that life style. I was brought up in the drug and alcohol environment and for the longest time, I didn't want to embrace it. Those people I saw around my brother that were snorting, smoking and shooting any kind of drug into their body, I knew it was something I didn't want to do with my life. So I stayed away from drugs completely. I stayed away because I didn't want to end up like Jack. Fast forward into early 2006. My life was going to **** and I needed something to help me escape from the reality I didn't want to be in. So I started to drink. I started to drink of a nightly basis. I did things I shouldn't have done to the people I loved, the people I vowed to protect in my head.
The people that I wanted to protect from the very evils I grew up through my foster father or the people called Jack friend, I became them. I became a horrid person and a worthless drunk. Half the time, I didn't care about how I preformed in the ring. I didn't care about what people thought of me so suddenly, I had attitude problems they said. I probably did but I hardly thought that was the case. I was just acting like everyone else in the back who lived that same life style. I had all these past demons and if not for an angel who came into my life, I'd probably be in a gutter right now. I'd probably be in a body bag but by the grace of God himself, he sent me this angel who told me the sober up and get the treatment I deserved. I owe my life to my wife and that's not a joke.
But I've seen and heard it all growing up, just like you claimed to have had Steve and I can't say I don't doubt you, you growing in Detroit. It's a tough place to live I imagine. So while I can sympathize with you, I just don't agree with how you've chosen to live your life after seeing what happened in your formative years. The whole situation is that you could have either embraced the life that you saw growing up, which you partly did or you could have just become the complete opposite of what your friends and family were. Instead, you became the person you currently are. The person who cheats on his girlfriend, a man who drinks constantly at a party but I feel as if we've gone through this so many times, it's like a record skipping.
However, if you're looking for a congratulations on not doing the harder stuff, you won't find it from me. I'm not handing out medals for almost not being a drain on life Steve. You want to impress me, let go of your current ideals and embrace the life style that's free of addictions and vices. Being a social drinking is bad enough Steve. You're still giving into the temptions that the television presents to you. They say it's okay to drink at a party as long as you show some self control. We both know that most people have no idea what self control really is. How isn't it your fault that you're a womanizer. A word was invented and it was called no. Just because some dizty whore asks you if they can nibble on your tool doesn't mean you have to pull down your pants and let her have at. That's self control Steve and until you learn what that truly is, you still can't grasp anything I'm about.
I just can't understand how one minute we're nearly on the same page but the next, we're completely different. Whether you realize it or not, you are part of the problem because you're just letting it happen. In every revolution, people have stood up and taken arms. They don't just sit around and "watch it ****ing burn" as you'd put it. They actually do something about it and not just say they can identify with me because we happen to share the same views. People are out on the streets, doing their parts to help this movement, not sitting on a hotel balcony, looking at a place where they grew up so they can have all this dramatic effect. It's not like that Steve. This isn't some sort of silly thing to get over with. This is life and you know it.
Despite all of your failings in trying to say you know where I am coming from, which you don't, you just have purely apathetic feelings towards anything that shows a hint of life. From the woman who loves you to the decaying world you live in. Apathy is a hell of a thing to embrace Steve and I don't quite believe you when you say you don't care. If you honestly didn't care, you wouldn't have recited your childhood to me because that does show that you care. You care because you lost people I love just like I did and I know you'll never admit it but I know, deep down, you're thinking I'm right.
Just go right on ahead with your current mind set though Steve, just keep thinking that you have the slightest hint of what you're talking about. The only time a cause is hopeless is when people have gave up and I certainly haven't given up and neither has Xavier. Lance looks to be set with his whole thing and that's fine with me. I'll let him do what he wants. My brother though... I have no idea if he's in or out right now. I haven't heard from him since last Sunday and it might be a small miracle if he shows up Sunday night. But Steve, I'm just sick of you, period.
You know Ace, it's funny that you idolized a man who was the ultimate party guy. I suppose it's only natural that you live the same life that he did. So I guess when you get to your fifties, you'll get pulled over for road rage and just be a former shell of what you used to be. Then again, you never were anything special to begin with now were you? People like you in wrestling are a dime a dozen Ace. You have no identity to base yourself on so you have to emulate one of the greatest of all time before the 90s came and royally screwed his career. But hey, at least he did something worth while with his.
Now, I could stand here all ***damn night and find flaws in your logic and make a ***damn fool of you but you just bore me to be completely honest. You try to be entertaining and you fall flat on your face. You try to come off as knowledgeable and you come off as stupid. Ace, I've just never saw what's made you think you're so good because you obviously haven't done anything worth while here in nCw during a singles run so you've had to rely on someone to get the job done for you.
So while you paint yourself to be this great wrestler, you're just stuck in middle of the pack with nothing to separate you from anyone else in this promotion. You bore me and I just don't see why management chooses someone over you then over me. It's quite obvious it's a punishment towards me for creating something different while you're a conformist. Whatever though. I really don't care and by the way, that superkick you speak it, it hit his shoulder. Not so perfect, which sums you up completely. Not so perfect...
Now if you assholes excuse me, I have something else to attend to this evening and it's not because of all the reasons you think it is. This isn't about killing him, this is about destroying him. Two completely different things. And if you're not smart enough to understand that, then I pity you.
The promo transmission ends.
(I left the CD portion off of this for a reason. It's extremely contrived and it's not all that great to be honest.)
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 14:36:50 GMT -6
Assumptions
No fancy set up tonight, just the face of Reckless Jack in the digital camera he's been using as of late to record his promos and send them out. What else needs to be done, absolutely nothing.
Reckless Jack: Every time I seem to close my eyes, I can't get this image out of my head. I can't get the image of seeing someone laying in front of me with blood pouring from their chest as they cough up more, splattering every inch of my shirt. When I try to sleep, all I can see is the same thing, a man dying right in front of my face and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it because I wasn't the one who shot and killed a man. Isn't that how life goes though? One minute you're plotting something, you're thinking of a plan and then the next you're just in a state of apathy. When I saw my best friend shoot and kill a man I hated, something died with me that night. I wish I could explain what that was but I'm not certain what it is myself.
Apathy though, quite a dangerous thing isn't it? Two weeks ago, in that street fight, I went in with that lack of emotion. After all that had happened, I just didn't know what I wanted. I fought anyways, I fought until I couldn't stand any longer and I fought a little bit more because I had to. I had to in the simple fact of it was needed to further the revolution, the single cause that made me care. I've seen the match a couple of times now and after I saw myself take that dragon suplex off the ladder, I just... I don't know. I couldn't remember a thing after that moment but I still continued to press onward because I simply didn't know what had happened. Such is the life of a professional wrestler though, right?
Professional wrestling, something that's been around for centuries now, although I hardly doubt when it began that they'd realize it would turn out like it is today. The in ring product I mean, the politics was always there whether people realized it or not. However, seeing as how exposing the business isn't something to really take lightly, I think I'll stop there with that. The fact remains though, people still run rampant, trying to do whatever they can to get ahead or get into the mind of their opponents. When you try to get into someone's head, you really must take into account what you need to know and how you're going to say it. I've always thought "cutting a promo" was a work of art, nothing something to take lightly. It's so easy to make some story up on a guy and make the people believe it's true. I've done as nearly everyone in the business has.
Those stories we tell are nothing more then lies designed to play those head games, to throw someone off their game and force them to make those mistakes that are vital to the speaker's thought process. There is something worse then making up rumors and lies. The basis of this horrid condition that most do without realizing is assuming. It always amazes me that in the age of the internet where you can find someone's life story on wikipedia or some other huge open source website that they can't be assed to look up the proper information to look over and base their promo on that. Then again, mind reading devices would also be grand in these situations.
Reckless Jack manages a half smirk before his face becomes serious again.
Reckless Jack: Now when I look around and I see all these people in the New Championship Wrestling locker room, I hardly know any of them and I actually prefer to keep it that way. In my experience, the more I get to know someone, the less I enjoy being around them. There are exceptions to this rule but I still like to keep to myself most of the time. I guess that's my apathetic side kicking in. Like I told you a few minutes ago, apathy is a very dangerous thing. In addition to being dangerous though, it also is something that, well, costs me a few wins here or there. Take last week for example, I just didn't care about being in the ring with Sexy Jason and he defeated me. So is it really a shock that he defeated me when I didn't show a whole lot of effort? I hardly think so.
I'm not making any excuses though. I think if I would have tried, Jason would have had my number that night. He's a good wrestler in his own right. That doesn't take away from that fact what happened at the beginning of the night though. It's funny that three years ago, I joined this certain federation where I came across Lance Ryan for the first time. We quickly became friends and I don't exactly know why either but it happened. From there, we've had numerous run ins in the ring whether it is by my doing or his, usually mine. You know though, in all the federations we've been in, Lance Ryan has never cleanly defeated me. I remember back in early 2006 when there was the "Las Vegas Screwjob." I had you beat two times that night Lance. Twice I should have defeated you but it wasn't to be because you had the owner in your back pocket.
So it's rather amusing you accuse me of screwing you over in the triple chairshot challenge and the whole No Warning Shots situation while you try to paint yourself as someone who hasn't done any wrong doings of his own. Even when you left Age of the Revolution, you betrayed me Lance. I would have expected such desertion from Xavier or Spike but not you, not Lance Ryan. While you were never really a man of honor, I still would have expected you to come up to me, like a man, and explain to my face why you wanted to leave Age of the Revolution. Then again, I suppose that was karma coming around on me for leaving No Warning Shots in the manner that I did.
However, I don't really know where you get this whole you're planning on handing my ass to me on Sunday. I have zero intentions of causing serious harm on you before Reborn. I want you to be at your best for it, I really do because two out of three falls means I can take you to a whole new level when that time comes Lance. The fact remains that we still have a few weeks to get to that point. The dissolution of Age of the Revolution is very real. Once you left and Spike cost me my shot at the Tag Team belts when he tapped out in the middle of the ring, I knew it was all but over. We needed the power of the belts to keep it going and once Spike failed on it, that was it. Every revolution has to end at some point and I felt it was just the best time to do so. Regardless, no one can deny the impact that it made in the short time it was around. We nearly accomplished the goal but you had to **** it all up.
It's just ironic I am teaming with Xavier this week though. I don't have any hard feelings towards him but I agree with you on it Lance, he was never dedicated to the cause, only in it to ride our names to get himself more air time. Smart move by him though, number one contender to the X Division Title, a title that I first won in New Championship Wrestling against Christian Kane. Speaking of that X Division Title though...
Reckless Jack is seen moving his head back and forth, shaking it almost in disgust.
Reckless Jack: The X Division Title, something I fought for months and months ago. It's amazing how much that has gotten away from the roots it was supposed to have. Instead of athletic contests, it seems it's only become another title lost in the shuffle. Look at Angel, he's a good athlete, I won't deny it but I just don't understand him. What makes him tick, what motivates this guy is something I don't know the answer to. Seems to me though that he's pretty happy being the X Division Champion and that's good. Good for him but does he understand anything at all about me? The answer is obviously no.
You simply don't realize a ***damn thing about me do you? If you looked back at the awards for New Championship Wrestling last year, you'd know that I had match of the year with Christian Kane for that X Division Title in an Assault X match. I became the first X Division champion this company had seen when I jumped from the top of the rigging to the middle of the giant X to pull that title off. That's what it meant to me at the time. So go ahead and assume that I'm some big time loser because I happened to lose a couple of matches in recent weeks. My accomplishments are greater then yours anyways. You can go ahead and boast about your winning record and your X Division title because you know deep down, it's nothing... NOTHING compared to what I've done in this promotion.
Lance Ryan and I beat the best nCw had to offer in tag team action, The Brothers Holland, Jack Manson and Davey Ortega and oh so many others in that ring. You see Angel, brag about beating the bottom feeders of nCw while you haven't danced with the best we have to offer. Back to what you've said about me though, it's something else. A landslide victory? You don't know half of it kid. I've seen so many people like you, claiming that this is the easiest week they've ever had in wrestling because someone came off a loss to a person he should have beaten. Nothing is a landslide in wrestling Angel, doesn't matter who you face. If you're the future of the company though, it'd be in nCw's best interest to go ahead and close up shop because you offer nothing.
What do you bring to the table? Assumptions based on what's happened in situations you can't possibly grasp in a logical manner? If that's the future, we're gonna have a ton of 'tards running around here with a finger up their ass singing "Whistle While You Work." My leadership of Age of the Revolution was just fine until Lance dropped off, Spike dropped his wrestling ability and Xavier wasn't all into it. Their emotions are beyond my control. I'm not running around anymore claiming that I'm a saint because in reality, I am anything but. That's not saying I didn't mean a word I said for all those months because I did. The words that I speak are always something that come from within.
No matter how I explain it though, I think you won't quite understand what I'm trying to say and it's a shame. You have so much to learn and so little time to do it in Angel. The same goes for your woman. I am not the self proclaimed number one contender. Did you not hear Leonard Fox declare the main event for Reborn? I think that would officially make me the number one contender to the nCw World Heavyweight Title, not a self proclaimed one. Like I was getting at before, knowing what you say before you say it really makes all the difference. All your petty insults, meaningless. Calling me a moron is just... it's not original is it? Stabbing people in the back as well? How did I stab anyone in the back?
I didn't attack Lance, I didn't attack Xavier and I didn't attack Spike. So how exactly did I stab them in the back? Do you have brain ****ing one in that head of yours? It's once again obvious that you don't. I never really challenged anyone. I earned that Tag Team Title shot, I walked down to that ring when Lance asked for someone to step up to the plate last week. Never did I really curse them out either. I'm just absolutely baffled right now. How anyone can be this stupid and idiotic isn't in my comprehension and I have no second thoughts about calling you stupid either Angel. Losing isn't the end of the world. I have nothing to be ashamed of in that loss against the Smoking Aces at A Night To Remember. The loss to Sexy Jason only proves that fact that anyone can beat anyone here in New Championship Wrestling.
Angel, I'm not Jesus, I'm not God, I'm not a saint and I'm certainly not having any sort of respect towards you. The more you kept talking, the more I shook my head in disgust over the words you chose to use to convey your emotions and your feelings towards me. You act like you're a savior and a hero but what makes you the good guy by blindly verbally attacking someone. I thought heroes were supposed to be nice but in your case, I guess you just happened to forget it right? I've never seen a hero act so cocky like you want to be. You want some good advice Angel, stay humble and keep your mouth shut. Like I said, the more you run it you only hurt your case for being this grand guy. Instead, you make yourself look foolish.
I want to leave you with this final thought though. Let's say by some divine intervention, you're able to properly use that head on your shoulders and think straight for a minute or two, what would you do if someone pinned you? Would you get all pissy and quit because you're supposed to be this unstoppable hero savior? Would you man up and admit that you were wrong for speaking all those words a hero wasn't supposed to say? You see Angel, Collision isn't going to be this walk in the park for you. It never is a walk in the park, not when I care, not when I have to shut someone like you up. I don't care if I win this match and I don't even care if I take the losing fall, the only thing I want to do is to kick your ****ing head off your shoulders. Lance Ryan talked about waking up a demon inside of him earlier this week. Well Angel, I suppose you've made me care.
No more apathy and I'll show you the meaning of no remorse because I'm not a savior, I'm just a wrestler with nothing in his mind but winning the biggest prize this company has to offer. Just a couple of nights until you'll realize how right I am and how wrong you are.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 22:00:19 GMT -6
Middle of July, summer is starting to run itself into full effect, dropping heat waves on various parts of the country while dropping vast amounts of rain on another. Today in Boston though, it's neither. It's just a little cloudly as the sun peaks through in other spots. Where it does shine though, it beats against the pavement of a suburban neighborhood. With it being summertime, all the kids are out playing in their friend's yards, having a good time. Some parents are seen talking amongst themselves while their young'uns run amuck all over the place. Every yard looks the same though, freshly cut. Dogs bark at passing cars, wanting to go on the chase instead of being tied up. However, in all the houses that look alike, there is one that stands out from the rest of the pack.
Instead of showing everything off, there is a white picket fence encasing the yard, looks like it was just put up not too long ago in fact. The gate is closed as there is a baby sitting on the front lawn, bucket and pail in the little hands. Brad Kane shows himself as he scoops down to pick up his daughter. Lilly's face forms a near grin as her father kisses the only clean spot on her face. She's been playing in the dirt as we see Megan sitting on the porch with an animal carrier at her side. Brad by passes his wife as Megan's pair of simple red gym shorts look to explode out. Her pink tank top looks to be in the same way as Brad opens the front door and takes Lilly to the bathroom.
Once he's inside, he places his daughter on a little changing station they have set up just in case of such an emergency while down stairs, although it's not really potty related this time. He turns the facet on as water begins to pour out.
Brad Kane: Who's daddy's little messy girl? You are. You're so filthy... Wow, this certain doesn't sound good at all does it Lil?
Lilly looks at her father with a blank stare on her face, wondering what exactly he's going on about. Regardless, once the water is at a lukewarm temperature, he grabs a wash cloth and wets it. Once it's completely wet, he wrings it out, letting off the excess water. Lilly knows whats coming as she starts to fuss, not wanting to get clean. This whole ordeal has gotten her so upset, she begins to cry as Brad cleans her face! It doesn't last too long though as Brad's done in less then a minute. That doesn't stop Lilly from continuing to cry though as Brad picks her back up.
Brad Kane: You're okay Lilly. Daddy just had to get that dirt off your face before we gave you your big surprise today. Yeah, mommy and daddy got you a special gift. The twins are gonna love it too when they're born. Although I suppose since you're a year older and once all three of you start talking, you're going to boss them around because you're the oldest. It's a rite of passage though. I remember when I first met my foster brother, Jack. I was seven at the time and he had a huge grin on his face because he saw me and thought that I'd do whatever he told me to. One time, we played baseball in the house and he broke the lamp. I got blamed for it and I got my butt whipped so hard... That was the first time he beat me...
Brad shakes his head, trying to forget about the past. Lilly's not crying as much now as Brad sees that Megan is inside with the animal carrier. Faint small sounds are heard coming from inside the carrier as all three of them go into the family room. The TV is silent for once as Freya must be out right now. Brad puts Lilly down in her playpen as Lilly grabs the bear that hardly leaves her side. Megan and Brad sit down next to each other on their love seat (wink, wink) as Megan puts the carrier on the floor.
Megan Kane: Are you sure she's ready for this? What if it scratches her in the face?
Brad Kane: Yeah. I made sure it's de-clawed. Horrible thing to do to an animal that young but like you said, it's better then scratching her and the other kids in the face.
Megan nods in silence as they open up the carrier. Brad pulls out a small black kitten with white paws along with a few other white marks across the rest of the body. The kitten doesn't look too frightened as Lilly begins to stare at the small animal. Neither know what to think at first. Megan holds the little female kitten in her hands hands as the "meow" sound can be heard coming from the kitten.
Megan Kane: She's so cute... What did you name her?
Brad Kane: There isn't one, not yet. I figure you can name her.
Megan Kane: I wanna call her Mittens. Just look at those cute little paws.
Megan puts Mittens on the floor and lets her explore around the house. Lilly crawls around her playpen, watching every move Mittens happens to make. She giggles as Mittens gets near the playpen and looks inside at Lilly. She puts her hand towards the kitten as the kitten does the same. It's quite a touching moment as Brad and Megan both have a heart warming smiles on their faces. Mittens lets another little meow out as it scares Lilly a little bit. She backs away from Mittens as that look comes across her face. Here it comes... Wait for it... There is it. Mittens' small meow has made Lillian Marie Kane cry! Brad slaps his forehead as he gets up and grabs Lilly. He doesn't sit down on the love seat though, instead he sits on the floor, next to Mittens.
Brad Kane: Lilly, this is Mittens, your kitty. She's harmless just like you are. See?
Brad starts to pet Mittens as Lilly looks onward, slowly stopping again. He inhales as he puts Lilly on the floor now, next to Mittens. Curious after seeing her dad do it, Lilly reaches out and touches Mittens. A smile comes across her face as Mittens comes closer towards the youngest Kane. Lilly's fear of Mittens is already put to rest as they look like they've hit it off. Another smile comes across the face of Brad as he's made his daughter happy. He's also made Megan happy by getting a pet for the new house. A new house, a new kitten and two new kids in a week. Could life be any better for Brad Kane?
"You can just feel the details. The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words. And you can feel these extreme moments... even if you don't want to. You put these together, and you get the feel of a person. Enough to know how much you miss them... and how much you hate the person who took them away." - Leonard Shelby (Memento)
Brad Kane: You know, I love seeing my daughter so happy. I love seeing my wife happy. It makes my heart melt when I see their smiles, more so then anything else in this world. But right now, is not a time to reflect upon how I've been so blessed in the past year. Despite the fact that I have a family that loves, almost, there is something else that's happened two weeks down the road a year ago. A year ago on July 31st, as some of you may know, my son was struck by a drunk driver. Middle of the day and he was just blitzed out of his mind. Some seventeen year old kid, didn't know what he did wrong when he heard a thud.
He simply passed it off as an animal. Never mind the supposed shrieks that my son let out. Never mind that this kid got off on the charges because there weren't any solid witnesses, only some old lady who's seen the truck before. My son's killer was never brought to the justice that he deserved. He had a huge smile the whole time during his court date because he knew there wasn't a single way he was going to jail for killing my son. I remember sitting there with Megan and Lilly, crying because this mother****er never got what he had coming. Last I heard, he's graduated high school and is still getting blitzed whenever he can.
There are nights where I just lay in bed and I wonder about what my son could have been. He could have been second generation of the Kane name in wrestling. He could've been a teacher like his eventual step mother. I'll lay there and I'll cry about it because my son meant the world to me. Just like my brother and his son. Just like any one in nCw who has a son. You see so much of yourself in him it's just scary. Chris loved wrestling. He loved watching me do all the crazy stuff I used to do, he loved watching some of the people I called a friend wrestle. He loved the industry, maybe more then I did at his age.
I remember the night I won my first World Title. He was backstage that night and I remember the match was against Dark Prophet. I remember pulling that title down from the top of the ceiling and celebrating. I go backstage and the first person there was Chris, waiting to give me a huge hug because I finally did what so many wrestlers want to do. They want to be called the best wrestler in the world. I've called myself that moniker before. Then I a got a certain court order from another promotion saying I might get sued if I continue to call myself that. But my son loved watching wrestling.
I had a match a couple of days after he died and it was the hardest match of my career. I can tell you the exact people who were in it and how I lost that match. I tagged with a great friend of mine to go against another great friend and his tag team partner that night. It was my first match in over two months. My first match since my son died and I gained a daughter. Everything was such a blur, I don't remember most of it. All I remember is getting a standing ovation for the simple strength I had to go out there and continue to do my job the only way I knew how. I did the things that made me the former Reckless Jack.
Think of all the success I had with that name. People in nCw know about it. All the titles, the awards and the accolades that Reckless Jack brought me. They think of my stables, my turns and my matches that Reckless Jack brought me. Stepping back a few more weeks though, to when I nearly ended my career. That shooting star press, a move I haven't done in over a year to the outside like I did that night. Chris loved that move. He told me that when and if he became a wrestler, that'd be his finisher like so many others that use it. So the night I nearly broke my neck, he called me while I was in the hospitial. He was crying over the phone saying "Dad, I hate that move. I never want to see it again!"
I said okay and we talked about life a little bit. I said that after I got out of the hospitial, I was gonna drive to Iowa and take him fishing. I was gonna put him in a boat and explain some of the facts of life to him. I was going to teach him how to be a man, how to stand up for yourself and how to respect women. Instead, I was selfish and got drunk for the last time before I was put into rehab by my guardian angel. My last memory of my son was never fulfilling that last promise on taking him fishing. I'm almost certain he was heartbroken. I'm almost certain that when I was at his home, getting his little sister, the poster of me was torn down because I had lied to my son again.
People always ask me why I dropped the "Reckless Jack" name. I never give a response to them. I try to switch the subject instead of explaining how Reckless Jack was part of my old life that I left behind a year ago. Reckless Jack was the thing I hated inside of me. He was a drunk, he beat on his son just like my foster father did to me. Everything evil in my life was because of Reckless Jack. So after I got out of rehab, I started to use my real name more and more because it was almost a re-birth. It's like Brad Kane had become a new person. But the memory of never fulfilling that last promise to my son haunts me to this day. The thought that I never got to take him fishing and explaining life continually burns me up inside.
It's almost a year later now and I can't shake it from me. I probably never will either. Memories are impossible to escape. You can try to hide them, you can try to block them out but they always come back. Just like the memory of that kid who killed my son. I see his smile and I think about how much I hate the **** for never taking responibilty for his actions. I'll never stop hating him either, not until I see him face to face and I'll just look him in the eye and say, "All I want to hear you say is I'm sorry." I don't dream of killing him because it wouldn't bring Chris back. All I want from this kid is to know what he did was wrong and that it burns him up inside like it does me.
Then I start to think about Last Stand. I start to think about what it would mean to Chris to see his father wrestle in July again. July, like I've noted before, has always been rather horid. This year though, it's been one of the greatest months of my life. Lilly's first birthday, having the twins with Megan and the chance to honor my son in the only way I can now, through wrestling. This match at Last Stand, it'll be that old style you used to see in me. I have to bring back "Reckless Jack" if only for this one night because I know how much Chris loved it.
Steve Awesome always takes me to a place I thought I couldn't reach in then some. The crowd knows that every single time we're in the ring, it's something special. We've been compared to so many other classic wrestling series. We've been compared to some of the absoulte best that's stepped into the squared circle. I don't know it's we hate each other or its just the fact that the whole thing between is a never ending game of oneupsmanship. Seems like every other pay per view we somehow get roped into the same match because management knows that what we do is give that fans a show and keep them talking long after they've gone home that night.
Jack Manson is just Jack Manson. I can't find the words to say anything about the guy. He's a good wrestler. I'm not going to sit here and pull a Steve Awesome and continually bad mouth the guy because I have no need to speak ill of my opponents, not anymore. That's what we like to call honor. For the longest time, I lived my life with no respect, no honor and only through lust. What did it get me? Nothing! So ever since that re-birth, it's only been about love, honor and respect. The three things a man needs to live by to call himself a real man. It's not about whoring yourself out. It's not about being a cocky asshole. It's not about anything else but those three things.
So at Last Stand, it's about honor and respect. I'll shake your hands like a man whether I win or I lose because that's honor, that's respect. I'm just Brad Kane guys, that's all I am now and that's who I'm going to be for the rest of my natural life. Love, honor and respect define me and through thick and thin, I'll make sure to follow.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 22:01:27 GMT -6
"I’m not a problem Until you make one out of spite I'll give you hell and consequences for trying If you don’t want an enemy Don't **** with my life!"
"Hell & Consequences" by Stone Sour
Brad Kane: Let me take you back to March of two thousand of five. I roll in this promotion called the National Wrestling Association. I sign with whatever brand had their XXX Title on it, think of our X-Division. Anyways, I get there and I'm a little intimidated by all this talent I see. I try makin' some new friends, no one seems to care about this kid who is coming into this promotion who has tons of hype behind him for his style, his death defying style. So I'm walking around the locker room and I see the champion of this brand. I figure what better way to make a new friend then by introducing myself to this guy. I go up to him, tell him I'm Reckless Jack, we're gonna be on the same brand.
This guy smiles at me and gives me a warm welcome, something I hadn't recieved yet in this promotion. He showed me the ropes about the NWA. Who to avoid, who to make friends with and basically he was almost a mentor to me at the time in my career. Three years ago, I met this man who was like a brother to me because of the numerous times we'd saved each other from the total brink of annihilation because of how our lives were going. This whole time, I thought he cared, I thought he wanted to help look after me. I was ready to ask him if he wanted to be the Godfather to my daughters. Now though, it's all for naught because he's just...
I mean, I've seen people do some horrible things in my career thus far. I've seen screw jobs, I've been on the wrong end of them myself as well as he was. I've seen people get into fist fights backstage because they didn't like each other with this guy. I've seen him break down and cry two feet from my face because he "lost" the love of his life. Now, I find out for three years that I've been lied to so he can advance his career. For three years, I stuck through thick and thin with him and this is how he repays all the sacrifices I made so I could be a friend to him, to a brother to this man. I tried to be there when his "Grandfather" died but that was a complete lie.
I remember listening to the stories about Jesse but those were just lies. He told me how they broke up and how he was still so madly in love with her after all these years. Every single ***damn word that followed from my surrogate brother was nothing but a lie and it just, it hasn't sunk in yet. How could a man that I looked up, that I admired like a big brother sudden rip out my heart and play hackey sack with it? For a simple comparison, it's like when I found out they were taking my son away from me because I wasn't stable enough. That same feeling of having my heart ripped out rushed through my body. Instead of feeling bad about, instead of wanting to cry, a different emotion rose the top.
Instead of that feeling of sorrow that I felt when my son was originally taken away from me because of my alcohol problems, I felt anger when I found out the past three years I was continually lied to. How would you feel if I suddenly told you that my life was some ****ing sitcom and everything that was placed in front of you was nothing but a fake scene in order to gain sympathy, to gain the advantage because people would feel sorry for me. Unlike him, my life is real, I've never had the need to lie to someone in order to advance my career like he did. I got to this point with hard work, with sacrifice and my wrestling ability that is constantly improving.
You though, Lance Ryan, you've lied your way to the top of the ladder. You slept your way to the top of the food chain. I've seen the looks in your eyes when we talk about what we did over the weekend, when you'd mention names and I'd sit there and laugh because you didn't know how to keep it in your pants. I don't either but at least I have enough control to keep myself committed to one woman without having to play these people, play myself like a fool for years upon years.
So by admitting that you lied for the past how many years, you've instantly drawn my attention. I remember watching that transmission you put out where you revealed everything to be a lie. I remember holding onto a glass bottle and I remember squeezing it so ***damn hard that it shattered. The blood that dripped onto the floor, I watched it. I watched it and I thought to myself, what if I made Lance bleed like that? What if I took a glass bottle and shattered it over his skull and then picked up a shard and started to dig in it his skull so I could watch him bleed. As I watched my blood drip to the floor, I started to remember the wars, the classics we used to have. Just look at Reborn because even though I put up that front of being focused and wanting to end your career, people knew I couldn't pull the trigger because I respected you too much. I remembered the blood that you had flowing from your head that night as I bled.
Then on Sunday night, sitting at home with my wife, my daughters and my sister, we all get this great idea to watch Collision. I'll be honest, half the time I forget to watch it because I'm busy living a life but hey, what can I do? But we're watching it and having a good time, seeing all the action. I remember cheering when my boy, Xavier Cross picked up another win. I remember watching the Angel versus AJ Phoenix match and being impressed. Then once Davey Ortega came out, I told Freya to take my daughters out of the room because I had feeling that when he came out to that ring, you weren't going to be that far behind him and my prediction held true.
The words that you said, they stung me. The words that you said about me, about my wife and about my family have burned into my veins and I can't stop thinking about them. I try to but my head won't let me forget what my brother, my ****ing surrogate brother, the man that showed me how to be a real wrestler instead of a death match performer said about my personal life. Megan started to cry because she didn't know why she was being dragged through the mud in your little speech. I couldn't figure it out why myself. I mean, I never once insulted your family unless you gave me the go ahead about it. I never once said anything about your kids, your numerous girlfriends or anything. But you felt the ***damn need to bring my family into this war that's slowly building.
What gives you the right to call my wife a "fat bitch?" What gives you the right to call my family "disgusting?" For the longest time I thought we were close, closer then Spike and I ever would've been but this whole time, the past three years, I was wrong. So you've lied to me, you've insulted my family and you didn't seem even a little shocked when I demanded your blood after I called the front office after Collision. It's rather obvious that you wanted my attention, you wanted me to get angry and pissed. You knew for a fact that I can handle people dragging me through the mud because so many others have done it but I've always told you that people shouldn't ever **** with my family.
So you broke my cardinal rule because you knew it would work. You see Lance, you've gotten my full attention now. It's like I told the office, I won't stop until I see your blood dripping on that mat, at ringside or we could settle in the ****ing parking lot. I honestly don't care because what you've done is just... It's almost like the story of the old man and the snake. I took care of you Lance when you needed me to and you've bit me with that poision that runs through your body.
You know how I live my life. I'm a reformed straight edge, poke fun at my past drinking problem. Poke fun at my inability to carry a title for more then a month. Poke fun at my haircut, I don't care. Just leave my family out of this because I swear to the God up in the heavens if you ever call my wife, my angel and the love of my life a bitch, I won't hesistate go to to jail for what I'd do to you. You've completely ****ed the line Lance and you've never seen me so focused before. Only two people have and well, they ended up the same. The One Year Show is just the beginning of it Lance.... it's just the beginning because I don't care about Davey Ortega. He's Joe's problem, not mine. I only see one thing right now and that's your blood dripping.
Love, honor and respect, the three things I wanted to live my life by have been completely shattered. I loved you. I was honored to step into the ring with you and to tag with you. I respected you more then anyone else in the locker room. When the blood starts to drip from Lance, when the life pours out of your body, you'll finally realize why I live my life by those three commandments. Six days until I finally get my hands around that throat of yours and I don't intend on letting up until you're bled dry and you can't breathe.
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 22:02:25 GMT -6
July 29, 2008
Why Not?
It's been a while since I've done this so I figure why not. Life has been going pretty great for the most part. In case you missed the wrestling news sites the past week or so, Megan finally gave birth to our beautiful little twin girls, Sarah and Jennifer. It's too bad I don't really remember most of what happened that night as I was pretty out of it, suffering a concussion working for another promotion. In any case though, it was one of the greatest days of my life. The hospital even allowed Megan and I to share the same room while we were there. I don't think the twins left our site the whole time except when we had to sleep. Megan was pretty tired after pushing two babies out. They were about five minutes apart so it wasn't too horrible bad for her at least.
Lilly is doing fine herself. She doesn't quite understand why she isn't getting all of the attention now but she will in due time. Then again, Freya's really taken a shine to her. Seems like when I want to spend a little bit of time with Lilly, Freya has her in her room, watching TV with her. There's just something about Lilly that calms Freya down quite a bit. I honestly think once she gets her head on straight enough, she'll make a fantastic mother to a child.
Megan and I watched some good movies recently, one of which neither of us had ever seen and talked about wanting to for quite some time. We sat down the other night and watched Heartbreakers. You know, I can't help but notice how much my wife and Jennifer Love Hewitt look a like. I suppose I hit the jackpot on it as I've always had a crush on Jennifer Love Hewitt and with Megan looking like her and all, it's pretty fantastic. Then again, I think she knew about my crush on her and that's why I now have a daughter named Jennifer. Life is funny like that right? Then again, I know who Megan has a crush on and it'd shock everyone to know who it is.
I mean, I look like the guy too so what the hell. I guess that's another reason why we were perfect for each other. We found the exact look a like to the person we'd wanted to nail for years upon years. I just feel as if people don't exactly understand why Megan are always all over each other. Sure we're just naturally horny these days but it's almost like we connect on a different level when we get into bed with each other. You people know how we act when we're on the streets or when she used to travel with me. On so many occasions we've said that we're soulmates and that nothing would ever break apart this bond that we share with one another. It all goes back to our first date when I opened up in front of her despite her being a total stranger. It goes back to when she said she wanted me to deflower her without a hint of regret.
There are just so many examples I can come up with that show our love and our commitment to one another. I've had so many chances to cheat on her while I've been traveling alone. If I was still with Lucy, I wouldn't have gave it a second thought, I would've done it. But women just don't appeal to me anymore outside of Megan. I guess that's true love. Or it could be I'm still blinded by her beauty after a year of knowing her. Some say we moved too fast but you know what? If I hadn't have gone to rehab, we probably would've gotten married sooner then what we did. I pretty much knew by the second date I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
I still can't wrap my head around some things though. I can't understand why after all these years, after all this time, Lance has done this to me and to my family. I'm almost at a loss for words because of it. I saw what he did today and heard what he said. It's left my mind completely numb. The times I spent on the road with this guy, all washed away because he gets the grand idea to show people this or show people that. He gets the grand idea that it's nothing but alright to make fun of me and my family. He gets the grand idea that it's okay to say that I don't have it anymore.
Everything I though I knew about Lance Ryan was a lie. As it turns out, every memory that I had was nothing but a bag over my eyes so I wouldn't see the truth that's been recently brought forth. The stories of how he wanted to continually screw me over are coming back now. For the longest time, I dismissed them as rumors and nothing more. I guess I should've believed the people that told me that he's bad news, that he's a con man, that he's a liar. I've always wanted to believe the best in people. I didn't want to believe the people that would run down my friend. I'm just a pawn in his game too then. I've been more blinded by the respect I thought I had for him then I should've.
I listened to you go on and on, throwing what I said back around so you could manage to make me that much madder but you know what? I'm not going to give you the satisfaction that you so desire off of feeling my hatred. Why bother getting worked up over it now? What you did was horrible but I'm not going to lose any sleep over it now. You know why Lance? Because it's just life. Why should I let you take control of my life like this when I should be focusing on the positives of my life. You're right, there wasn't any us. We were never one in the same because it's obvious that our values are so different, it's amazing we got along at all.
We know how I live my life. I'm straight edge. I don't buy all sorts of fancy items and then throw them around in people's faces. I was born with nothing and I cherish every single moment I have in this business while you almost take it for granted. You said it yourself you've always been about you and nothing else. I've worked and clawed my way for four years now and I'm going to let you or anyone else ruin what I cherish and I was I love.
You don't ****ing get it do you? You can't get this simple fact through that thick skull of yours. I love my family, I love them to death and I don't know what I'd do without them but the minute that music hits. The minute I hear the fans roaring out in the crowd. The minute I step into that ring, I know it's time to shut it off and focus on who's in front of me. I thought you'd know that by now but I guess you've been too busy wrapped up in your own lie that you've forgotten just exactly what I can do.
No matter though. Every passing insult now falls on deaf ears. Every word nearly does the same. I'm sorry it had to end like this.
"Through the lies and the blasphemy You are ****ing dead to me You are dead to me"Current Mood: Indescribable Current Music: "Horn of Betrayal" by DevilDriver
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Post by Brad Kane on Jun 21, 2011 22:06:52 GMT -6
I love you big brother. I hate you big brother I don't know what to think big brother. All my life I've wanted a big brother. Someone to show me the ropes about life. Someone to take care of me when life got rough. You never did it big brother. I'm so glad I met you big brother. From the day I met you in 2005, I knew you would be someone I looked up to. You taught me about wrestling, more then I could ever know and I'm forever in your debt. You did nothing for me. You were hardly there unless I demanded you to be there. My wedding to Megan. You never cared about me big brother. **** you. Why did you to this to me big brother? I want to love you and I want to hate you. What do I do? I'm so confused. I don't know what I'm fighting for. Am I fighting for myself? Am I fighting for my family? Am I fighting for your acceptance? **** Lance Ryan. He's toyed with me for far too long and I'm sick of it. Every time I want to see his face, I want to break it into a million pieces. I want to smash my fist into his face and watch his nose bleed. I want to kick him in the temple and knock him out. I know he didn't mean to hurt me like that. Maybe he still wants to be like my big brother down in his heart. Maybe Lance is still my idol, my hero, my big brother. Maybe after Master of Horrors, we'll be friends again and this will all be water under the bridge. I think I'd like that. That's a load of bull****. He never wants to be friends again. He doesn't want to be my big brother anymore. I don't need him and I never have. He was only in my way for the past three years, giving me bad advice upon more bad advice. After Master of Horrors, he'll be dead. Did I really mean to take this so far? He was only doing what he thought was right. So why am I still going through with this? I don't need his acceptance anymore. I'm my own man, molded from what I've done, not from what he's told me. Is that what I'm supposed to realize? Reckless Jack: The past two days or so, maybe it's just been today. I've slowly been coming to a conclusion. It seems like the past month has been nothing but realizations and conclusions about things I thought I knew. I thought I knew Lance Ryan. I thought I knew who this guy was. I thought I knew that he'd be my friend through thick and thin. I thought he would've jumped at the chance to become the godfather to my twin daughters. I know I've been through this before but my mind keeps on racing about this. I can't get it out of my head. I can't get the thoughts of what I then thought was betrayal but now that I look back on it, maybe he was just looking out for himself.
Maybe the man I wanted to be my big brother was just looking after his best interests. Why wouldn't he want to reveal something like that? I probably would've done the same thing if I had the chance. Lance is one of the smartest guys I know in the wrestling business. He's carefully planned this for eighteen years. He's done a fantastic job of making everyone fall for his lies and I'm kind of proud to say I fell for it. I'm happy to say that I was a pawn in his game of chess. I was used and I really don't care because I know that somewhere, he still wants to be my big brother.Reckless Jack: Here we go again right Lance? You make fun of me, spit my words back in my face because it's the cool thing for wrestlers to do. What happened to the days of talking to your opponents without having to put them down? I guess that went out the window quite some time ago right? I mean, you always keep going back to insulting my family because you have nothing else to do. Why bother using anything else when you know something is tried and true right? I can't believe you honestly think that I'm going to be the one on that mat, covered in my own blood. As an insurance case for this match, I never said the secret rule. You don't have to be in the ring to lose.
That's always been my ace in the hole and now you know about it. You can pin me on the outside of the ring just as easily as you can inside the ****er. But you're ***damn right I saved your life. I remember that stupid cunt quite well. You loved her and what'd she do? She cheated on you didn't she but all that was a ****ing lie. Did you really ever know this girl before? Did you ever give me good advice either? You never did a thing for me that took me in a positive step in my career. You'd tell me to do something and I listened to you because I wanted to be like you big brother.
For three years of my life, I wanted to be comparable to Lance Ryan. Instead, I'm not even close to you. I don't even sniff the trail of **** you leave behind because after Sunday night, its finally over and done. Christ, I saw you go on a little tirade about how you aren't going to let your loved ones watch this match because what you're going to do to me. What a crock. You know for a fact that you don't want them watching because I'm going to embarass you. I'm going to embarass you in a made that I made. A match that I am always ready to bleed for, that I'm always ready to die in. It's a survival match Lance. You make it seem like beating in me is an accomplishment.
As long as I stand up at the end of the match and you still see me standing, bleeding, smiling and then you'll know for a fact that you've never been able to break me in the way that you intended to. Because when you see me standing up, still alive, you're going to be mad. You're going to want to shoot me in the chest to keep me down Lance. But I simply can't understand you anymore. You talk about blame, you talk about running away from the problems. What about when you lost the NWA World Title. YOU WENT INTO RETIREMENT! What about when I got you to join YPW and it was starting to fail. YOU WENT INTO RETIREMENT!
Every single time I think we're close to finally ending this bull**** between, you get the case of the shakes and run away like a pansy. I stayed. I stayed in both of those place. I went back while you only did so you can get beat by everyone because you didn't care anymore. ****ing hypocritical bull****. You claim to finally have respect for me? Like it matters. It's too little to late for anything like that Lance. You see, by saying you finally respect me for realizing something is almost like you're saying that you don't want to go through with this again.
And then... and then... You have the mother****ing nerve to go after my family again. You call me a sperm donor. You say that my wife, my soul mate would go out and find another man to hold and love her. I don't think so. This is why you don't know me. For twenty seven years she passed on tons of guys. She passed on them, holding out hope for that one guy that would complete her. From the moment she laid her eyes on me, she knew that was it. I knew that was it. You claim to understand me but you don't know about the power of my love for my family. You don't think that the two personalities that I show in the wrestling world don't mix. I'd honorably die for my family. Unlike you, I don't run from my problems. I've had disputes but I always came back didn't I? You know that to be true and you're just not wanting to say it.
You'll be nothing because I say you're nothing. Do you have any idea how many people respect me over you? I don't have to bull**** my way through keeping my title. I don't need some bull**** retirement angle to get myself over like you do. But I don't care if I'm important to anyone but the ten people that care about me. The people that would die for me. What about you and your two people that hang around you? They'd move past you unlike my family would because there is a simple concept you are missing. They hate you just like I do Lance. Your girlfriend wants you money, your son is an asshole who wants your money. They want to see you die. They hate you. Reckless Jack: There is something I always fight for big brother. I always fight for love. I fight for the love of my family and I fight for the love for my friends. What do you fight for big brother? The money that wrestling brings you? The titles and honor that being called the best brings you? That's nothing compared to fighting for love. I finally realized why I fight Lance. It's not for the reasons that you do. That's why we're so different.
The love that I fight for is something you can't and will never understand. No matter how much you beat me down at Battle Grounds, I'll keep coming back because I have the most powerful ally at my side big brother. I'll have the power of love. When the blood flows from down my face and I can barely see, love will be there to guide me. When I feel the chairs hit my skull, it won't hurt as much because the love will be there to protect me. When I get dropped onto the barbed wire, the pain won't hurt because love keeps my skin from getting sliced open.
On Sunday night, I fight for myself. I fight for Megan. I fight for Lilly. I fight for Sarah. I fight for Jennifer, I fight for Freya. I fight for Spike. Sunday night... I fight for love and I won't lose for one simple reason. Love conquers all. I love you big brother. I hate you big brother I know who I am and why I fight big brother.
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