Post by Adam Knite on Jun 25, 2011 23:16:17 GMT -6
Brad Kane?
Reckless Jack?
Dixie Normous?
It doesn't matter who the hell you think you are, it doesn't matter who the hell you think you are, or who the hell you're parading around as. I don't give a damn that you once fought alongside me to bring down the Front Office and Steve Awesome in the Revolution and I don't give a damn that my sister once considered you and your wife her best friends in the whole wide world. All I care about right now, at this very second is breaking you in half. All I care about is making you feel pain, until you scream out in pain, until I hear your bones breaking, until I hear you call me your daddy at the top of your lungs, your suffering is all this match is about, making every second of that match a living hell for you...
is all I want.
You don't touch a man's daughter, you don't walk into a man's wife's dressing room, you don't play the games you played without getting everything he has. The attacks on me, the games you played on my mind, that's fine.. you want to get the hell beaten out of you ok, whatever you want, but when you take things to that extra level, when you bring things up a notch, then you're going to get more than you had every bargained for because now I'm bringing everything I have for you up a notch. I'm not going to walk into that ring and punch you in the face, I'm going to break your nose. I'm not going to kick you in the stomach, I'm going to have you puking up a liver. I'm not going to put you in a sleeper hold... I'm going to snap your ****ing neck. This isn't a wrestling match, this isn't a game... this is two men...
looking to end each other.
If you think you're going to get The King of NCW in this match, if you think for a second that I'm going to beat you down and make you bow at my feet, you are terribly mistaken Jack, you're not in for the fight of your life, you're haven't gotten yourself into a perfect storm, what you've done, is awakened something that you aren't even ready to handle, you've brought something out of me that won't let you survive this match. For my wife, for my child, for myself... you're going to get every ounce of energy I have inside of me, you're going to get the monster unleashed upside your head, not looking to hurt you, not looking to put you on a stretcher but looking to send you away from the arena with a toe tag attached.
A long time ago... they used to call me “Raptor”.. it was because of my savage way of wrestling, how I would tear people apart inside the ring. Everybody assumed it meant I was some monstrous powerhouse who would dive somebody straight to hell with my thunderous moves, but little did they know it was about the way I would systematically tear off a person's limbs until they couldn't even fight me off when I went for the kill. It was almost like I was toying with them, taking a body part and weakening it, seemingly attacking at random, until they realize that when I had them beat, they couldn't escape... I didn't apply an arm hold after I destroyed their elbow the whole match, but now they were completely incapable of dragging themselves to the ropes or breaking free of the hold I did have them in... they were helpless and they know it, there was no escaping the torture...
Much like there is no escape for you now.
You know the old saying “you've made your bed”... that's where you are Brad, you've alienated your wife, you've distanced yourself from your kids, and soon enough after I break you, after I rip apart every desire you had hoped to achieve with this vendetta you're going to see how it was all for nothing... every little prank all the stalking, all the mind games, it was just all for not a single thing. You spent all that effort, all those nights planning, to just get your ass handed back to you.. how is that going to make you feel huh? How is it going to be when you're looking up into those lights and it all hits at once... it was all pointless.
I think that's what's going to be the best thing about kicking your teeth in Brad, knowing that this meant so much to you, knowing that you really really thought this was a good idea. Knowing that you put effort into this, and had it all ripped away in one single moment is going to be everything I ever wanted from this match... it's going to taste so sweet, your failure on my hands... that is the best award every Jack. I dare say it might even taste a bit sweeter than being the tag team champion right now, to have everything you had hoped for in my hand, squeezing it until it bursts in front of your eyes... nothing left, and you see that, I was always the better man.
You're nothing but a shell of person who has grown jealous and vindictive over your constant failures, over coming up short in the biggest moments again and again. You couldn't ever seal the deal and now you're looking at how everything always comes to me, how nothing ever stops me from achieving my goals, getting what I want and you say “why can't that be me, I should be getting all the attention” and strike. What you failed to realize though through all those green eyes glaring at my life is that you're not me, because you're just not good enough to be where I am at.
You think you can be the King of this company?
You think you could carry this place on your back?
You think you have anything that I have that makes me a great leader of men?
You're nothing but a big dick joke for Megan promos, you're nothing but a the sister of the girl who loves black wang, you're nothing but the guy who is more known for his sexual deviancy than he is about his wrestling talent. That's who you are, that's all you'll ever be because nobody gives a **** about you anymore, it's always the same, you're going to act tough and hardcore but in two months you'll be trying to wave your pecker around on live television again as the joke of this company.
I'm going to knock you back to reality a bit sooner though, I'm going to snap you Reckless Jack, you'll come to the conclusion that you're nothing but a sex tape sex addict before normal when you realize that you're not even close to being in my league, when you're not even close to being able to stand up against me... and I'm going to make you fear that night Brad...
Fear the Knite that you realized you weren't feared.
Fear the Knite I showed you how insignificant you were.
Fear the Knite where I take everything you wanted...
and pull them away from you one at a time.
Fear the Knite....
You see that you awakened the monster inside.
And it crushed every hope and dream you had.
At least you can go home to a hot big boobed wife at the end of....
Wait... nevermind...
Have fun destroying your whole existence, trying to take mine, and realizing that you have nothing left when you've failed.
Reckless Jack?
Dixie Normous?
It doesn't matter who the hell you think you are, it doesn't matter who the hell you think you are, or who the hell you're parading around as. I don't give a damn that you once fought alongside me to bring down the Front Office and Steve Awesome in the Revolution and I don't give a damn that my sister once considered you and your wife her best friends in the whole wide world. All I care about right now, at this very second is breaking you in half. All I care about is making you feel pain, until you scream out in pain, until I hear your bones breaking, until I hear you call me your daddy at the top of your lungs, your suffering is all this match is about, making every second of that match a living hell for you...
is all I want.
You don't touch a man's daughter, you don't walk into a man's wife's dressing room, you don't play the games you played without getting everything he has. The attacks on me, the games you played on my mind, that's fine.. you want to get the hell beaten out of you ok, whatever you want, but when you take things to that extra level, when you bring things up a notch, then you're going to get more than you had every bargained for because now I'm bringing everything I have for you up a notch. I'm not going to walk into that ring and punch you in the face, I'm going to break your nose. I'm not going to kick you in the stomach, I'm going to have you puking up a liver. I'm not going to put you in a sleeper hold... I'm going to snap your ****ing neck. This isn't a wrestling match, this isn't a game... this is two men...
looking to end each other.
If you think you're going to get The King of NCW in this match, if you think for a second that I'm going to beat you down and make you bow at my feet, you are terribly mistaken Jack, you're not in for the fight of your life, you're haven't gotten yourself into a perfect storm, what you've done, is awakened something that you aren't even ready to handle, you've brought something out of me that won't let you survive this match. For my wife, for my child, for myself... you're going to get every ounce of energy I have inside of me, you're going to get the monster unleashed upside your head, not looking to hurt you, not looking to put you on a stretcher but looking to send you away from the arena with a toe tag attached.
A long time ago... they used to call me “Raptor”.. it was because of my savage way of wrestling, how I would tear people apart inside the ring. Everybody assumed it meant I was some monstrous powerhouse who would dive somebody straight to hell with my thunderous moves, but little did they know it was about the way I would systematically tear off a person's limbs until they couldn't even fight me off when I went for the kill. It was almost like I was toying with them, taking a body part and weakening it, seemingly attacking at random, until they realize that when I had them beat, they couldn't escape... I didn't apply an arm hold after I destroyed their elbow the whole match, but now they were completely incapable of dragging themselves to the ropes or breaking free of the hold I did have them in... they were helpless and they know it, there was no escaping the torture...
Much like there is no escape for you now.
You know the old saying “you've made your bed”... that's where you are Brad, you've alienated your wife, you've distanced yourself from your kids, and soon enough after I break you, after I rip apart every desire you had hoped to achieve with this vendetta you're going to see how it was all for nothing... every little prank all the stalking, all the mind games, it was just all for not a single thing. You spent all that effort, all those nights planning, to just get your ass handed back to you.. how is that going to make you feel huh? How is it going to be when you're looking up into those lights and it all hits at once... it was all pointless.
I think that's what's going to be the best thing about kicking your teeth in Brad, knowing that this meant so much to you, knowing that you really really thought this was a good idea. Knowing that you put effort into this, and had it all ripped away in one single moment is going to be everything I ever wanted from this match... it's going to taste so sweet, your failure on my hands... that is the best award every Jack. I dare say it might even taste a bit sweeter than being the tag team champion right now, to have everything you had hoped for in my hand, squeezing it until it bursts in front of your eyes... nothing left, and you see that, I was always the better man.
You're nothing but a shell of person who has grown jealous and vindictive over your constant failures, over coming up short in the biggest moments again and again. You couldn't ever seal the deal and now you're looking at how everything always comes to me, how nothing ever stops me from achieving my goals, getting what I want and you say “why can't that be me, I should be getting all the attention” and strike. What you failed to realize though through all those green eyes glaring at my life is that you're not me, because you're just not good enough to be where I am at.
You think you can be the King of this company?
You think you could carry this place on your back?
You think you have anything that I have that makes me a great leader of men?
You're nothing but a big dick joke for Megan promos, you're nothing but a the sister of the girl who loves black wang, you're nothing but the guy who is more known for his sexual deviancy than he is about his wrestling talent. That's who you are, that's all you'll ever be because nobody gives a **** about you anymore, it's always the same, you're going to act tough and hardcore but in two months you'll be trying to wave your pecker around on live television again as the joke of this company.
I'm going to knock you back to reality a bit sooner though, I'm going to snap you Reckless Jack, you'll come to the conclusion that you're nothing but a sex tape sex addict before normal when you realize that you're not even close to being in my league, when you're not even close to being able to stand up against me... and I'm going to make you fear that night Brad...
Fear the Knite that you realized you weren't feared.
Fear the Knite I showed you how insignificant you were.
Fear the Knite where I take everything you wanted...
and pull them away from you one at a time.
Fear the Knite....
You see that you awakened the monster inside.
And it crushed every hope and dream you had.
At least you can go home to a hot big boobed wife at the end of....
Wait... nevermind...
Have fun destroying your whole existence, trying to take mine, and realizing that you have nothing left when you've failed.