Post by Brad Kane on May 7, 2012 17:37:16 GMT -6
Christ it feels weird being back in this dump of a gym. Funny thing about this gym, this is where I trained to become a professional wrestler starting about eight and a half years ago. No rennovations have been done in that time span so its a bigger dump, but there is a certain charm to the place. The same weights are here too. Nothing has changed here at all. Even the guy who trained me all those years ago is still the same man. Troy Anderson. The man who took a grand from me when it took me three years to get the money together.
First day of training he took all ten of us into the ring, made us sit down, and began to tell us how hard this business is. I can see myself sitting in that ring listening to every single word that escaped from his mouth that day. I was drawn in. He only sweetened the deal to me. I took it as a challenge. I get back into the ring where I busted my ass every weekend for six months. The ring looks more improved then anything else in the gym at least.
I hear chuckling from behind so I begin to turn around to see Troy with a giant smile on his face. Despite being only a couple years older then I am he was well versed in wrestling when we all started back in late 2003. What sucked me into his camp was the fact he was in Japan for a few months. Everyone knows that I love puro. It's just what fits me best. So when I heard that, done man. I wanted to train under this guy.
Troy doesn't say a word as he steps into the ring to shake my hand. I smile back at the man who gave me everything I needed to know. I lean against the ropes while my trainer sits on the top turnbuckle.
Troy: So what the hell brings you back here, Kane? I thought once you hit it big you'd forget all about this place.
After chuckling I shake my head.
Brad: How could I possibly forget about this place, Troy? You never forget getting kicked in the ribs so hard that you got them bruised. You never forget having your nose broken because a dumb kid said he was "strong style" and his trainer showed him what it meant. Somethings you just don't forget and this is one of this places.
Hearing the memories brings an almost sadistic grin to Troy's face. I wonder if he still does that to kids who think they're tough. Hell I know I do when I train people. I thought I was going to die after some days when we were done. I'd get home and just collapse from the beating he would give me.
Troy: I guess you're right. I did beat the crap out of you more then most. Then again you had more hunger then anyone else in that class. They seemed to be just wanting to do the once a month and work normal jobs. Not you, Brad. You wanted to be the man who traveled the world which you have. You wanted titles which you've gotten. I was only the toughest on you because you needed it more then they did.
I nod my head in understanding. All part of paying your dues in the business.
Brad: And I thank you for it. I remember seeing you in the back after I had my first match. You told me what a piece of crap it was. Finally got a hold of the tape a couple of years ago, and you were right. It was a steaming pile.
Troy: Well its like I tell every person that walks into the business. Not every match is going to be great. You'll get your ass beaten sometimes. You'll kick their ass sometimes. Sometimes I think life kicks our asses more then anything else...
His voice begins to trail off and I know why. He's also suffered from personal loss of a wife. However, his wasn't from a divorce. His wife was involved in a car accident. I think wrestling and training is the only thing that keeps him going. Just like me right now.
Troy: So I heard about you and Megan. Sad to see it happen.
Brad: Me too.
Troy: Also heard about your neck. Told you that death match crap gets to you after a few years. You had the most pure wrestling ability out of anyone I saw, but you would've rather hit someone with a light tube. Disappointed me a bit.
Yeah I didn't much enjoy death matches after a while but it got my name out there. Even after I switched to what everyone sees now, I still feel the need for bloodshed sometimes. Suppose that's just the thrill of it.
Brad: Yeah, you and a lot of other people too. Anyways I was wondering if you'd like to get me ready for my first big pay per view since my injury.
Troy looks at me a little shocked and surprised.
Troy: You sure? I know you got that Andrews guy who usually helps you get ready for big matches.
Brad: I do, but this is like starting all over again. Who better then the man who showed me how to be a professional wrestler in the first place? That's why I came here today, Troy. I want you to train with me this week. Test me, beat the crap out of me, just like you did back in the day when I was a cocky kid who thought he knew everything because he watched Japanese wrestling.
I begin to smile as Troy hops down from the turnbuckle. I extend my hand to him while he shakes it with a smile.
Troy: You got yourself a deal.
From there he takes me down and locks in crossface. Son of a bitch was always good at surprise submission holds from nowhere. Troy begins to laugh but not for too long as I easily get out of it and put him into a choke hold. Now the smile is on my face again.
Troy: Damn you got really good.
I release the hold and help the man back to his feet. Time to get ready for war against Lex Sense. No friends, no family this week, just myself and the man who made me into a professional wrestler.
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"Well that was interesting. I get a win over the World Champion on Sunday night in the strangest of ways. Maybe it was due to the fact that I spit right into Sense's face after his bullcrap count. A win over Todd Williams is welcomed in any manner. I picked him apart quite well. So if that's our World Champion then what does that say about me? Still I'd prefer to see Ricky Johnson win on Sunday night so we at least have a champion that isn't a walking joke.
But Sense, you think you're clever don't you? Ringing the bell just so you could get back at me for spitting on your face. Backfired on you didn't it? Security has had to pull me off you about every single week since I cost you the World Title. Since that time I've been the thorn in your side. It's getting to you knowing that you can't intimidate me. I've faced many men larger then myself in my career. Do you know what tends to happen?
I beat them, Lex. I'm able to slay giants because I am one of the best professional wrestlers walking around the world today. Do you know why people like you get chances at the main events, the titles, and everything else? Because I throw it away all the time. I get shot after shot after shot and when I begin to build up to something I completely throw it away. This is why people like you or Todd Williams have been built up.
All because someone like me throws it away all the time. This is the first time we'll have met in a singles match. First time. A Night To Remember. Where I cement myself as a man who is far from finished because I have too many things left undone in this business. First order is taking out of this company and this industry. Like I said for a while, I was gunning for Todd at this show after I cost him the belt, but you just had to complicate things. You just had to jump on the slut wagon.
And since you jumped on the slut wagon, impregnanted her, and are apparently dening what is yours, that is why we fight, Lex. Two very simple reasons. You tore my family apart and you're getting chances that should belong to me. Not you but me. That doesn't sit well with me. I know you got a couple of twin girls and that's great. I know the feeling myself about having some twins but I don't deny them. I take care of what I did, like a man.
What you're doing right now, Lex, is showing everyone your true colors about being a man. Any fool with a dick can have a baby. Real men raise their children. I'll send you whatever piece of paper that you want to prove she's yours. It's really simple at the heart of things. I hate you, you hate me, and we're going to throw it down on Sunday night. All this emotion that I've had inside of me since the last time I was on pay per view will open like a flood gate.
The pain, the anger, the depression, and every other single high and low I've gone through comes out. See, Lex, for months I've been waiting for A Night To Remember. I've been on two of the shows before, both losses. I wasn't pinned in either match but I've never had a moment at the show. No matter how hard I've tried to get that moment the failure that surrounds me is eating away. Much like you breathing is eating away at me.
This show no matter how I look at it is my beginning again. This is the night where I put you away Lex and really begin my life again. As long as you're in my sights I can't move forward. This entire idea of you not living anymore is sounding better and better while time marches on. I know you want to put me down just as badly, Lex. You want to bury me in the dirt and make my kids suffer more then they already have.
Just ask yourself one thing. Was it really worth having sex with the biggest slut in professional wrestling? Was it really worth it shooting your load inside of her to begin this snowball effect? Perhaps you'll find your answers on Sunday night when I choke you out again. This time security won't save your ass from me beating the ever living crap out of you. Just you and me. After ten minutes, you'll be done for good."
First day of training he took all ten of us into the ring, made us sit down, and began to tell us how hard this business is. I can see myself sitting in that ring listening to every single word that escaped from his mouth that day. I was drawn in. He only sweetened the deal to me. I took it as a challenge. I get back into the ring where I busted my ass every weekend for six months. The ring looks more improved then anything else in the gym at least.
I hear chuckling from behind so I begin to turn around to see Troy with a giant smile on his face. Despite being only a couple years older then I am he was well versed in wrestling when we all started back in late 2003. What sucked me into his camp was the fact he was in Japan for a few months. Everyone knows that I love puro. It's just what fits me best. So when I heard that, done man. I wanted to train under this guy.
Troy doesn't say a word as he steps into the ring to shake my hand. I smile back at the man who gave me everything I needed to know. I lean against the ropes while my trainer sits on the top turnbuckle.
Troy: So what the hell brings you back here, Kane? I thought once you hit it big you'd forget all about this place.
After chuckling I shake my head.
Brad: How could I possibly forget about this place, Troy? You never forget getting kicked in the ribs so hard that you got them bruised. You never forget having your nose broken because a dumb kid said he was "strong style" and his trainer showed him what it meant. Somethings you just don't forget and this is one of this places.
Hearing the memories brings an almost sadistic grin to Troy's face. I wonder if he still does that to kids who think they're tough. Hell I know I do when I train people. I thought I was going to die after some days when we were done. I'd get home and just collapse from the beating he would give me.
Troy: I guess you're right. I did beat the crap out of you more then most. Then again you had more hunger then anyone else in that class. They seemed to be just wanting to do the once a month and work normal jobs. Not you, Brad. You wanted to be the man who traveled the world which you have. You wanted titles which you've gotten. I was only the toughest on you because you needed it more then they did.
I nod my head in understanding. All part of paying your dues in the business.
Brad: And I thank you for it. I remember seeing you in the back after I had my first match. You told me what a piece of crap it was. Finally got a hold of the tape a couple of years ago, and you were right. It was a steaming pile.
Troy: Well its like I tell every person that walks into the business. Not every match is going to be great. You'll get your ass beaten sometimes. You'll kick their ass sometimes. Sometimes I think life kicks our asses more then anything else...
His voice begins to trail off and I know why. He's also suffered from personal loss of a wife. However, his wasn't from a divorce. His wife was involved in a car accident. I think wrestling and training is the only thing that keeps him going. Just like me right now.
Troy: So I heard about you and Megan. Sad to see it happen.
Brad: Me too.
Troy: Also heard about your neck. Told you that death match crap gets to you after a few years. You had the most pure wrestling ability out of anyone I saw, but you would've rather hit someone with a light tube. Disappointed me a bit.
Yeah I didn't much enjoy death matches after a while but it got my name out there. Even after I switched to what everyone sees now, I still feel the need for bloodshed sometimes. Suppose that's just the thrill of it.
Brad: Yeah, you and a lot of other people too. Anyways I was wondering if you'd like to get me ready for my first big pay per view since my injury.
Troy looks at me a little shocked and surprised.
Troy: You sure? I know you got that Andrews guy who usually helps you get ready for big matches.
Brad: I do, but this is like starting all over again. Who better then the man who showed me how to be a professional wrestler in the first place? That's why I came here today, Troy. I want you to train with me this week. Test me, beat the crap out of me, just like you did back in the day when I was a cocky kid who thought he knew everything because he watched Japanese wrestling.
I begin to smile as Troy hops down from the turnbuckle. I extend my hand to him while he shakes it with a smile.
Troy: You got yourself a deal.
From there he takes me down and locks in crossface. Son of a bitch was always good at surprise submission holds from nowhere. Troy begins to laugh but not for too long as I easily get out of it and put him into a choke hold. Now the smile is on my face again.
Troy: Damn you got really good.
I release the hold and help the man back to his feet. Time to get ready for war against Lex Sense. No friends, no family this week, just myself and the man who made me into a professional wrestler.
-----
"Well that was interesting. I get a win over the World Champion on Sunday night in the strangest of ways. Maybe it was due to the fact that I spit right into Sense's face after his bullcrap count. A win over Todd Williams is welcomed in any manner. I picked him apart quite well. So if that's our World Champion then what does that say about me? Still I'd prefer to see Ricky Johnson win on Sunday night so we at least have a champion that isn't a walking joke.
But Sense, you think you're clever don't you? Ringing the bell just so you could get back at me for spitting on your face. Backfired on you didn't it? Security has had to pull me off you about every single week since I cost you the World Title. Since that time I've been the thorn in your side. It's getting to you knowing that you can't intimidate me. I've faced many men larger then myself in my career. Do you know what tends to happen?
I beat them, Lex. I'm able to slay giants because I am one of the best professional wrestlers walking around the world today. Do you know why people like you get chances at the main events, the titles, and everything else? Because I throw it away all the time. I get shot after shot after shot and when I begin to build up to something I completely throw it away. This is why people like you or Todd Williams have been built up.
All because someone like me throws it away all the time. This is the first time we'll have met in a singles match. First time. A Night To Remember. Where I cement myself as a man who is far from finished because I have too many things left undone in this business. First order is taking out of this company and this industry. Like I said for a while, I was gunning for Todd at this show after I cost him the belt, but you just had to complicate things. You just had to jump on the slut wagon.
And since you jumped on the slut wagon, impregnanted her, and are apparently dening what is yours, that is why we fight, Lex. Two very simple reasons. You tore my family apart and you're getting chances that should belong to me. Not you but me. That doesn't sit well with me. I know you got a couple of twin girls and that's great. I know the feeling myself about having some twins but I don't deny them. I take care of what I did, like a man.
What you're doing right now, Lex, is showing everyone your true colors about being a man. Any fool with a dick can have a baby. Real men raise their children. I'll send you whatever piece of paper that you want to prove she's yours. It's really simple at the heart of things. I hate you, you hate me, and we're going to throw it down on Sunday night. All this emotion that I've had inside of me since the last time I was on pay per view will open like a flood gate.
The pain, the anger, the depression, and every other single high and low I've gone through comes out. See, Lex, for months I've been waiting for A Night To Remember. I've been on two of the shows before, both losses. I wasn't pinned in either match but I've never had a moment at the show. No matter how hard I've tried to get that moment the failure that surrounds me is eating away. Much like you breathing is eating away at me.
This show no matter how I look at it is my beginning again. This is the night where I put you away Lex and really begin my life again. As long as you're in my sights I can't move forward. This entire idea of you not living anymore is sounding better and better while time marches on. I know you want to put me down just as badly, Lex. You want to bury me in the dirt and make my kids suffer more then they already have.
Just ask yourself one thing. Was it really worth having sex with the biggest slut in professional wrestling? Was it really worth it shooting your load inside of her to begin this snowball effect? Perhaps you'll find your answers on Sunday night when I choke you out again. This time security won't save your ass from me beating the ever living crap out of you. Just you and me. After ten minutes, you'll be done for good."
