Post by Brad Kane on Jul 24, 2011 22:32:07 GMT -6
"Six years ago I came up with a match that would become my specialty. It was originally known as the 'See You In Hell' match. Then as time went on I renamed it to Master of Horrors. A match where no one really came out the same against me. I put down some of the very best in the business in that variation. But now the final edition is what you know as the Boston Massacre. The very match that my brother and I had a couple of years ago.
We all saw the brutality. You can't pin the man, you can't make the man submit. You have to make him scream those two words that no one ever really wants to say. Anything goes under the sun. So many things to cause carnage and bloodshed. In all of these variations, all eight of them I've only lost twice.
This is my match. This is my creation and no one knows it better then the creator itself. The Boston Massacre in the very city I named it after this time. My hometown if you will. Yeah I was born in Ireland but I've spent so much of my life in that city. They love me there. I know the people anywhere else would cheer for him but this is the one city that won't.
They'll refuse to. They see me as a hero. A man that is standing up for something he believes in. Boston was one of the original places for a revolution in this country. They stood up against a king. They fought for what they thought was right and they ended up winning the war. Sure they suffered a few losses like I did last month at Reborn.
But they came back from it stronger and wiser. They didn't have the kind of backing that I have but that's beside the point. When he accepted my challenge for this on Collision although it wasn't a challenge in the first place, it surprised me. I was half expecting him to stay at home and say to hell with it because of the stakes.
Sure he's won a World Title among so many other things here in this company but the one thing he hasn't done is gone inside the mind of a madman like myself. I'm not normal. People know I got this screw loose in me that causes me to leave here, to get myself fired among a ton of other things. Boys in the back don't like me. My own brother probably disowned me but that's all their choice.
Do you know why I went to Mr. Fox in the first place to get this ball rolling? It wasn't for the money. It wasn't for the fame. It was for me. People write me off every single time I do something boneheaded. I could beat a thousand Andrew Jacobsens and no one would bat an eyelash. I take down an Adam Knite and the whole world stops to take a look at it.
After all that man has done for you and you turn your back on him? Try to kill his company by stealing my ideas. You marry his daughter and use it to your advantage to stay at the top of this promotion . Like I said you use that wife at ringside who calls your name like you're the second coming of Christ. It gets annoying. I could get my father in law to start a promotion. I could get my wife to verbally blow me during every segment of the show.
But I don't. You choose to marry someone in power. You choose to name yourself as a king despite that. You put this target on your back and everyone else was too much of a chickenwuss to do something about this. Everyone else in this company bows at the feet of the Knite family. They should be bowing at Mr. Fox's feet thanking him for keeping their job.
He could've fired you just as easily I'm sure but he wanted me to send a message to you and the rest of the company. Call me a lapdog or a personal task force but I like it. He's given me the direction I need to go in. He's already starting to become like a father to me. Your father in law loves me more then he does you, Adam.
Doesn't that burn at you to know that you fathered his granddaughter and he wants you dead? You act all cool and collected on the outside but I know because I've been in your position that you're pissed. You want me dead. You want to rip my head off and take a giant dump while your wife calls the action from ringside.
It ain't gonna happen Knite. I got something to do. I wanted to do this, Fox wanted me to do this and I won't let either of us down. The King bows down at the Emperor's feet at Picture Perfect. He rules you Adam just like he rules all of us. That's why we can't allow a King to run rampant in this promotion.
It's like the vice president taking over from the president from under his feet. But unlike that scenario you can be taken care of in a public forum with no one getting arrested for murder. Learn your place in the world Knite. Behind me in the line to bow at our Emperor."
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Right at the end of Collision. People are starting to leave the arena while the wrestler's get dressed from their matches earlier in the night. Standing against a wall fully dressed in cargo shorts and a Red Sox shirt with matching hat is Brad Kane. A smirk is on his face while everyone walks past him with a certain amount of hate. It's like he's waiting for someone though. Megan's nowhere to be seen so who exactly is it.
He looks at his cell phone glancing at the time and his texts to see if anything important has came in recently. Nada. Brad taps his foot in disgust while waiting. A few moments pass by as his phone goes off. Hilariously his ring tone is Megan screaming in orgasmic pleasure. Brad places the phone next to his ear and begins to chat away.
Brad: Hey. What's up babe?
Yeah, it's Megan obviously. He looks a little contented at the moment while speaking to his wife.
Brad: Nah I'm just waitin' for him. Need to hash out a few things before I head off for the night. I'll be there as soon as I can. If not, well, you can wait a bit longer. Not like you didn't see me for six months.
That was probably the dumbest thing to say ever.
Brad: Yeah. I know. See you soon. Loves.
With that he ends his phone call as the door he was standing next to swings open. Out walks Leonard Fox with a disgusted look on his face. Brad nods as his boss before walking down the hallway with him.
Mr. Fox: Can you believe the nerve of Zelda Knite? Defending one of my titles in another promotion.
Brad shakes his head not really caring for it either.
Brad: After all you've given her, sir. That whole Knite family don't realize how much you've done for them. Even your daughter hasn't been the best to you as of late. Disgusts me.
Mr. Fox: I wish I could use you to handle this Zelda problem but there'd be too many feminist groups on me for the violence shown. As it stands you better take care of Adam next Sunday.
Brad: Oh that's not a problem. We both saw how badly he limped to the ring tonight. There is no way he'll be even close to his best at Picture Perfect. Just thinking of slamming a chair repeatedly into his knee while he screams in pain is just mind blowing.
Kane takes a pause while his boss signs off on some documents brought to him by some of the legal team for all of the other stipulation matches for the pay per view.
Mr. Fox: As you were saying, Brad.
Brad: There isn't anything that ref can do to stop me on Sunday night. I can literally take a railroad spike and drive it into his knee. Don't think I'll have to go that far but you never know. The goal remains the same, sir, to end his career in one way or another.
Mr. Fox: Exactly. This is why I brought you back. You don't lack confidence in yourself to accomplish this. Too long has he been a thorn in my side. You were too but since you tanked that Warfare match last year there's been something about you. Almost like you get what I want of you.
Brad: You are the emperor sir. You need anything or anyone taken out after I'm done with Adam, just let me know and I'll be more then happy to do it.
Leonard Fox pats his one man force on the shoulder and smiles at him. Brad nods his head in appreciation for all he's done for him.
Mr. Fox: Finally a model employee. Still you realized why I had to fire you last year.
Brad: Yes sir. I had it coming and I accepted it. A man must take responibilty for his actions. But the wife wants me to get back to the hotel for a little lovin' so have a great night Mr. Fox.
Mr. Fox: You too Brad. I'll be in touch sometime this week to go over Picture Perfect in more detail.
Brad nods his head before shaking the hand of Leonard Fox. The two men start to walk separate ways while Brad still has that smile on his face.
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"Call me a stooge. I don't care. I'm doing what's best for this promotion. This is what I am now. Deal with it."
We all saw the brutality. You can't pin the man, you can't make the man submit. You have to make him scream those two words that no one ever really wants to say. Anything goes under the sun. So many things to cause carnage and bloodshed. In all of these variations, all eight of them I've only lost twice.
This is my match. This is my creation and no one knows it better then the creator itself. The Boston Massacre in the very city I named it after this time. My hometown if you will. Yeah I was born in Ireland but I've spent so much of my life in that city. They love me there. I know the people anywhere else would cheer for him but this is the one city that won't.
They'll refuse to. They see me as a hero. A man that is standing up for something he believes in. Boston was one of the original places for a revolution in this country. They stood up against a king. They fought for what they thought was right and they ended up winning the war. Sure they suffered a few losses like I did last month at Reborn.
But they came back from it stronger and wiser. They didn't have the kind of backing that I have but that's beside the point. When he accepted my challenge for this on Collision although it wasn't a challenge in the first place, it surprised me. I was half expecting him to stay at home and say to hell with it because of the stakes.
Sure he's won a World Title among so many other things here in this company but the one thing he hasn't done is gone inside the mind of a madman like myself. I'm not normal. People know I got this screw loose in me that causes me to leave here, to get myself fired among a ton of other things. Boys in the back don't like me. My own brother probably disowned me but that's all their choice.
Do you know why I went to Mr. Fox in the first place to get this ball rolling? It wasn't for the money. It wasn't for the fame. It was for me. People write me off every single time I do something boneheaded. I could beat a thousand Andrew Jacobsens and no one would bat an eyelash. I take down an Adam Knite and the whole world stops to take a look at it.
After all that man has done for you and you turn your back on him? Try to kill his company by stealing my ideas. You marry his daughter and use it to your advantage to stay at the top of this promotion . Like I said you use that wife at ringside who calls your name like you're the second coming of Christ. It gets annoying. I could get my father in law to start a promotion. I could get my wife to verbally blow me during every segment of the show.
But I don't. You choose to marry someone in power. You choose to name yourself as a king despite that. You put this target on your back and everyone else was too much of a chickenwuss to do something about this. Everyone else in this company bows at the feet of the Knite family. They should be bowing at Mr. Fox's feet thanking him for keeping their job.
He could've fired you just as easily I'm sure but he wanted me to send a message to you and the rest of the company. Call me a lapdog or a personal task force but I like it. He's given me the direction I need to go in. He's already starting to become like a father to me. Your father in law loves me more then he does you, Adam.
Doesn't that burn at you to know that you fathered his granddaughter and he wants you dead? You act all cool and collected on the outside but I know because I've been in your position that you're pissed. You want me dead. You want to rip my head off and take a giant dump while your wife calls the action from ringside.
It ain't gonna happen Knite. I got something to do. I wanted to do this, Fox wanted me to do this and I won't let either of us down. The King bows down at the Emperor's feet at Picture Perfect. He rules you Adam just like he rules all of us. That's why we can't allow a King to run rampant in this promotion.
It's like the vice president taking over from the president from under his feet. But unlike that scenario you can be taken care of in a public forum with no one getting arrested for murder. Learn your place in the world Knite. Behind me in the line to bow at our Emperor."
-----
Right at the end of Collision. People are starting to leave the arena while the wrestler's get dressed from their matches earlier in the night. Standing against a wall fully dressed in cargo shorts and a Red Sox shirt with matching hat is Brad Kane. A smirk is on his face while everyone walks past him with a certain amount of hate. It's like he's waiting for someone though. Megan's nowhere to be seen so who exactly is it.
He looks at his cell phone glancing at the time and his texts to see if anything important has came in recently. Nada. Brad taps his foot in disgust while waiting. A few moments pass by as his phone goes off. Hilariously his ring tone is Megan screaming in orgasmic pleasure. Brad places the phone next to his ear and begins to chat away.
Brad: Hey. What's up babe?
Yeah, it's Megan obviously. He looks a little contented at the moment while speaking to his wife.
Brad: Nah I'm just waitin' for him. Need to hash out a few things before I head off for the night. I'll be there as soon as I can. If not, well, you can wait a bit longer. Not like you didn't see me for six months.
That was probably the dumbest thing to say ever.
Brad: Yeah. I know. See you soon. Loves.
With that he ends his phone call as the door he was standing next to swings open. Out walks Leonard Fox with a disgusted look on his face. Brad nods as his boss before walking down the hallway with him.
Mr. Fox: Can you believe the nerve of Zelda Knite? Defending one of my titles in another promotion.
Brad shakes his head not really caring for it either.
Brad: After all you've given her, sir. That whole Knite family don't realize how much you've done for them. Even your daughter hasn't been the best to you as of late. Disgusts me.
Mr. Fox: I wish I could use you to handle this Zelda problem but there'd be too many feminist groups on me for the violence shown. As it stands you better take care of Adam next Sunday.
Brad: Oh that's not a problem. We both saw how badly he limped to the ring tonight. There is no way he'll be even close to his best at Picture Perfect. Just thinking of slamming a chair repeatedly into his knee while he screams in pain is just mind blowing.
Kane takes a pause while his boss signs off on some documents brought to him by some of the legal team for all of the other stipulation matches for the pay per view.
Mr. Fox: As you were saying, Brad.
Brad: There isn't anything that ref can do to stop me on Sunday night. I can literally take a railroad spike and drive it into his knee. Don't think I'll have to go that far but you never know. The goal remains the same, sir, to end his career in one way or another.
Mr. Fox: Exactly. This is why I brought you back. You don't lack confidence in yourself to accomplish this. Too long has he been a thorn in my side. You were too but since you tanked that Warfare match last year there's been something about you. Almost like you get what I want of you.
Brad: You are the emperor sir. You need anything or anyone taken out after I'm done with Adam, just let me know and I'll be more then happy to do it.
Leonard Fox pats his one man force on the shoulder and smiles at him. Brad nods his head in appreciation for all he's done for him.
Mr. Fox: Finally a model employee. Still you realized why I had to fire you last year.
Brad: Yes sir. I had it coming and I accepted it. A man must take responibilty for his actions. But the wife wants me to get back to the hotel for a little lovin' so have a great night Mr. Fox.
Mr. Fox: You too Brad. I'll be in touch sometime this week to go over Picture Perfect in more detail.
Brad nods his head before shaking the hand of Leonard Fox. The two men start to walk separate ways while Brad still has that smile on his face.
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"Call me a stooge. I don't care. I'm doing what's best for this promotion. This is what I am now. Deal with it."