Post by Lex Sense on Apr 14, 2012 23:40:51 GMT -6
I've never been much of a dreamer.
As a child, my dreams would be invaded by night terrors on a nightly basis. Whenever I tried to dream, those dreams would turn on me as they destroyed my mentality. I never had the gull to think about dreams because my dreams were bloody nightmares. I would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and sweating as I looked for some kind of comfort but never found any. My father would repeatedly tell me to "grow up", to "quit acting like a child" but I guess he never looked at me to see... that I was a child.
Dreams for me, became a luxury I could not afford.
Straight into my adulthood I went, never wanting anything more than what I could attain. never wishing for more than what I could hold in front of me, within my tight grasp. Dreams were a silly made up story for children and some grown fools to waste their time on. It became something that was so far from my reach that people never dared say the word out loud in my presence.
That is until recently, when I learned for the first time about the hope inspired by dreams.
I began to dream of a world where I would sit atop a golden throne. Where people would respect me as I became the next king in a roster full of princes. I dreamt of crushing Todd liked a used up cigarette butt under the heel of my boot as I etched my name in the annals of nCw history.
I had a dream.
That one day, the shackles that I freed myself from would be utterly desecrated as I made my own name. That I would be champion as Lex Sense and not the Behemoth, or monster, or beast, or psychopath, or killer,... Just a man whose name would be engraved next to a short list of great names that at one point or another were champions. I dreamed that I...
Would be champion.
Then the reality and the cruelty of this world would once again slap me in the side of the head, or in this case kick me before choking me out into a dizzy sleep of violent torment.
A pain that I would awake from angered and enraged.
Very few men have caught me by surprise. That too is a short list of names and now one man, one leech has decided to throw his hat in the ring, for whatever reason, to try and take me out.
Better men have tried...
And better men have failed...
Just as you will, Brad Kane.
I am a man that takes great joy in great violence and that is what you can expect from me. I don't know what it is I did to your already pathetic life but if it's a fight you want, then a beatdown is exactly what you'll get. That dream of being champion has turned into a nightmare...
For you.
One that you will not wake up from without a few cuts and bruises. One that will leave you broken, tattered and near death. This fight you want wont end well for you and when it's all said and done, not even GOD himself will save you from the torturous memories that stem from f*cking with me because you see, I have a new dream...
One that I will slowly become obsessed with.
One that will keep me awake at night as I look forward to the night that I end this hollow shell of a man named Brad Kane.
For every night I dream this dream.
Every night when I close my eyes all I see is this...
As a child, my dreams would be invaded by night terrors on a nightly basis. Whenever I tried to dream, those dreams would turn on me as they destroyed my mentality. I never had the gull to think about dreams because my dreams were bloody nightmares. I would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and sweating as I looked for some kind of comfort but never found any. My father would repeatedly tell me to "grow up", to "quit acting like a child" but I guess he never looked at me to see... that I was a child.
Dreams for me, became a luxury I could not afford.
Straight into my adulthood I went, never wanting anything more than what I could attain. never wishing for more than what I could hold in front of me, within my tight grasp. Dreams were a silly made up story for children and some grown fools to waste their time on. It became something that was so far from my reach that people never dared say the word out loud in my presence.
That is until recently, when I learned for the first time about the hope inspired by dreams.
I began to dream of a world where I would sit atop a golden throne. Where people would respect me as I became the next king in a roster full of princes. I dreamt of crushing Todd liked a used up cigarette butt under the heel of my boot as I etched my name in the annals of nCw history.
I had a dream.
That one day, the shackles that I freed myself from would be utterly desecrated as I made my own name. That I would be champion as Lex Sense and not the Behemoth, or monster, or beast, or psychopath, or killer,... Just a man whose name would be engraved next to a short list of great names that at one point or another were champions. I dreamed that I...
Would be champion.
Then the reality and the cruelty of this world would once again slap me in the side of the head, or in this case kick me before choking me out into a dizzy sleep of violent torment.
A pain that I would awake from angered and enraged.
Very few men have caught me by surprise. That too is a short list of names and now one man, one leech has decided to throw his hat in the ring, for whatever reason, to try and take me out.
Better men have tried...
And better men have failed...
Just as you will, Brad Kane.
I am a man that takes great joy in great violence and that is what you can expect from me. I don't know what it is I did to your already pathetic life but if it's a fight you want, then a beatdown is exactly what you'll get. That dream of being champion has turned into a nightmare...
For you.
One that you will not wake up from without a few cuts and bruises. One that will leave you broken, tattered and near death. This fight you want wont end well for you and when it's all said and done, not even GOD himself will save you from the torturous memories that stem from f*cking with me because you see, I have a new dream...
One that I will slowly become obsessed with.
One that will keep me awake at night as I look forward to the night that I end this hollow shell of a man named Brad Kane.
For every night I dream this dream.
Every night when I close my eyes all I see is this...
And every night I will dream of this face until i break it.
You will bleed.
And just like all those that came before you...
You will disappear into nothingness.
You will bleed.
And just like all those that came before you...
You will disappear into nothingness.