Post by Lex Sense on May 10, 2012 7:10:38 GMT -6
I'm failing.
Failing as a father.
Failing as a man.
Failing as a wrestler.
Failing... Period.
For if I was succeeding, a gnat like Brad Kane would be buried alongside nCw's current champion and it would be me facing Ricky Johnson for the World Title. I don't exactly know how I've allowed you to remain standing for this long. You're nothing but a parasite leeching off the success of those you would condemn. Here you are, fighting for what's right. Doing what is necessary to bring down the big, bad Lex Sense. Here you are, fighting a losing war to prove a point. And what point is that?
That I am a deadbeat father?
That I am no man?
I can concede to these as fact because I couldn't care less what someone like you thinks of me. I'm a monster, a bully, a beast. Always have been, always will be and if you think for one second you can bait me into feeling some semblance of regret for the tragic things I've done, than you're only kidding yourself. You're walking into a battlefield with birth certificates and a failed marriage as weapons while I'm walking into the warzone of your ruined life to drop a bomb that will leave absolutely nothing in it's wake. A ruination caused by my hand. At least you would have everyone believe that but the truth is your ruined life was caused by one hand and one hand alone,... Yours.
That same hand signed your death warrant when you interfered in my success.
I'm not here to be the father of a bastard child. I'm not here to help you reconcile with your whore wife. I'm not here to be burdened by children that have to grow up without a mommy thanks to mean ol' Sense planting a seed in her garden or the fact that their daddy will soon be crippled at my feet. I'm here to rip apart anybody that questions anything I do. What I do is my business and I'll do it regardless of consequence. I f*cked Megan. I got her pregnant. She had my child and you know what?
I don't care.
Does that make me evil? Am I a horrible human being now? Who gives a f*ck. You cost me a World Title. You dead ended my hot streak. My momentum has slowed down and I have to build it back up by breaking you in half. I say we're even. I stand here with no World Title, you stand there with no happily ever after.
Even Stevens motherf*cker.
Instead, you think it wise to try and make me feel something over a child that is mine but I have no interest in raising. You expect me to care for your misery? To kiss your boo boo and hope the pain goes away? Sorry to burst your bubble, Brad, but nothing is going to make the pain go away and it's only going to get worse because now you have a seven foot freight train of pure unadulterated pain steamrolling over you without busting a sweat. I'm here to do you a favor and end your misery...
By forcing you into a bloody slumber.
One that will take you weeks to recover from and as you lie in that hospital bed, dreaming of the days you could walk without a cane, Kane, you'll see my smiling face laughing at your life that lies before your feet, shattered into pieces. There's hate and then there's the disdain I feel towards you. There's pain and then there's what you'll go throw at A Night to Remember. There's pathetic and then there's you.
I hope you packed a nice lunch because the beatdown I dish out could go all night.
Until there's absolutely nothing left of you but a blundering idiot...
Too retarded to understand that some thing's are better left alone.
Failing as a father.
Failing as a man.
Failing as a wrestler.
Failing... Period.
For if I was succeeding, a gnat like Brad Kane would be buried alongside nCw's current champion and it would be me facing Ricky Johnson for the World Title. I don't exactly know how I've allowed you to remain standing for this long. You're nothing but a parasite leeching off the success of those you would condemn. Here you are, fighting for what's right. Doing what is necessary to bring down the big, bad Lex Sense. Here you are, fighting a losing war to prove a point. And what point is that?
That I am a deadbeat father?
That I am no man?
I can concede to these as fact because I couldn't care less what someone like you thinks of me. I'm a monster, a bully, a beast. Always have been, always will be and if you think for one second you can bait me into feeling some semblance of regret for the tragic things I've done, than you're only kidding yourself. You're walking into a battlefield with birth certificates and a failed marriage as weapons while I'm walking into the warzone of your ruined life to drop a bomb that will leave absolutely nothing in it's wake. A ruination caused by my hand. At least you would have everyone believe that but the truth is your ruined life was caused by one hand and one hand alone,... Yours.
That same hand signed your death warrant when you interfered in my success.
I'm not here to be the father of a bastard child. I'm not here to help you reconcile with your whore wife. I'm not here to be burdened by children that have to grow up without a mommy thanks to mean ol' Sense planting a seed in her garden or the fact that their daddy will soon be crippled at my feet. I'm here to rip apart anybody that questions anything I do. What I do is my business and I'll do it regardless of consequence. I f*cked Megan. I got her pregnant. She had my child and you know what?
I don't care.
Does that make me evil? Am I a horrible human being now? Who gives a f*ck. You cost me a World Title. You dead ended my hot streak. My momentum has slowed down and I have to build it back up by breaking you in half. I say we're even. I stand here with no World Title, you stand there with no happily ever after.
Even Stevens motherf*cker.
Instead, you think it wise to try and make me feel something over a child that is mine but I have no interest in raising. You expect me to care for your misery? To kiss your boo boo and hope the pain goes away? Sorry to burst your bubble, Brad, but nothing is going to make the pain go away and it's only going to get worse because now you have a seven foot freight train of pure unadulterated pain steamrolling over you without busting a sweat. I'm here to do you a favor and end your misery...
By forcing you into a bloody slumber.
One that will take you weeks to recover from and as you lie in that hospital bed, dreaming of the days you could walk without a cane, Kane, you'll see my smiling face laughing at your life that lies before your feet, shattered into pieces. There's hate and then there's the disdain I feel towards you. There's pain and then there's what you'll go throw at A Night to Remember. There's pathetic and then there's you.
I hope you packed a nice lunch because the beatdown I dish out could go all night.
Until there's absolutely nothing left of you but a blundering idiot...
Too retarded to understand that some thing's are better left alone.
{Lex sits behind a canvas, painting another of his masterpieces. Each stroke of the paint brush is almost poetic in nature. Sense doesn't smile, doesn't scowl. The only emotion left on his face are the blots of green, blue and red that splashed upon his face as though the canvas itself was crying. Sense doesn't seem right. He never really does but there's something blank in his eyes that speaks volumes about his condition. The man is ready for war.}
Lex Sense: I can imagine your pain, Brad. There was a time in my life where I was abandoned and left to rot in a cell that slowly corrupted my brain. My wife, I should say my wife then, left me in a stupor within the confinements of the lovely Menston. At it's best, the place was a raging rave of lunatics and psychos. At it's worst, the place was a raging rave of psychos and lunatics. You get what I'm saying? Probably not and that's ok. The point I am making is that I know what it's like to be betrayed. I know how it feels to have your wife leave you for another man. I know the hate bore from the pain. I can feel it coming off you like a nuclear reactor and it feeds my sadistic nature. I stand beside you and I nearly get burned by it.
Too bad nearly is not good enough.
You chased me and a few times you caught me. You have to understand, I didn't see you returning to try and end me. I thought you were going for the Kane look. Come back and then leave when it became too much but it seems that now, there's a fire that has been lit within you, burning away everything that made you human as you attempt to step into my shoes. You can't be me, Brad, and worst of all you can't beat me. You're nothing but the resurgence of everything I hate about the human race. You try and pass the blame on me as if the success I've achieved was somehow done because you weren't here to contest me. When in reality, I got to where I'm at by busting my ass and by beating anybody that stood in my way.
And now,... You're in my way.
{Lex continues painting, never looking away from the canvas. The image he has in his head needs to be released into the real world. This is Sense's way of releasing his inner demons. By painting them out and now Brad seems to have gotten under his skin. Very few men can get Sense to paint but when one does, then they must be someone Sense respects enough to consider a nemesis.}
Lex Sense: I deserve everything I get in nCw because I earn it. To lump me in with Todd Williams or anybody else is a tragedy on it's own. I never needed anyone to assist me in getting to where I'm at. The people that follow me, that cheer for me do so because I give them a reason to. They see in me what they themselves wish to be. Those same people look at you and gag at what they see. I never kissed ass to get to the top and to be frank, I've yet to reach the top.
You made sure of that when you helped Todd win.
But regardless of any of that, I am still someone you should fear. I don't grow content. I don't find inner peace and happiness is never achieved. I do nothing but think of my next move. I do nothing but train for my next feud and you should learn real fast that I'm someone that is by far different from anything or anyone you've faced. I'm not just a big guy.
I'm someone that enjoys making a mockery of men that think they're great.
You will not resurrect your career off of the blood and sweat I have shed for this place.
There's no piggybacking to the front of the line and it's time to send your ass back to the end.
A place you must be familiar with by now.
{Lex swings the paint brush at the camera and the lens is blotted with red paint. The cameraman wipes the camera's lens and the scene transitions into a flashback.}
A few weeks ago...
{Sense walks up the pathway to a very familiar home. He bangs on the door three times and then waits. Soon, the door swings open and Megan stands there. Tears rolling down her cheeks and shame splashed across her face. Sense pushes his way into the home, Megan doesn't even hesitate to let him in before shutting the door behind him. As Megan turns back to Sense, she is grabbed by her shoulders and slammed against the wall. The portrait of the Kane family in their happier times falls off the nail and shatters as it hits the floor.}
Lex Sense : Why the f*ck didn't you tell me!?! How could you let him reveal it to the whole world like that without telling me first!?!
{Megan just looks at the floor, tears streaming down her cheek as she openly weeps. Sense growls the questions at her making it difficult for her not to be scared silent.}
Lex Sense: Is she mine?
{With the final question, Sense lets go and slowly backs away. Megan stands there, wiping the tears from her face and slowly nodding yes. Lex seems... Distant.}
Megan Kane: I wanted to tell you but you never gave me the time of day. You were always too busy...
Lex Sense: Stop making excuses, woman. You should've told me. This is not something I wanted and I'm sure you didn't either.
Megan Kane: I didn't know until after Natalie was born. Brad never saw it but I did. She looked different. She looked...
Lex Sense: Like me.
Megan Kane: ... Yeah.
{A moment of silence between the two before it is broken up by the sounds of a baby crying. Megan immediately finishes wiping the rest of the tears away before turning into mommy mode as she hurries to her child. Sense slowly follows behind, curious to see what their daughter looks like. Sense sees Megan, cradling Natalie as she immediately ends her crying by simply holding her. Sense stands there, slightly amused. Megan smiles at Sense, almost a touching moment. Almost.}
Megan Kane: Wanna hold her?
Lex Sense: ... No. I want nothing to do with her or you. Go back to Brad, reconcile, I don't care but don't expect anything from me. I'm not Brad or his replacement. That child may be mine but you'll get nothing from me.
Megan Kane: You asshole! Why the hell did you come here for then?
Lex Sense: To make sure Brad wasn't making a fool of himself for nothing.
{Sense begins walking away when a baby's toy hits him in the back of the head. Sense stops in his tracks, looks down at the plastic ducky that squeaked as it connected with his skull and slowly turns around to see Megan in tears again as Natalie cries in her arms. Lex looks at the sad sight and he can't help but feel sorry for her, for Brad, for himself. Sense just turns back around and walks out the door as the scene fades to white.}
Natalie is a Sense and a Kane.
I may have birthed her but she's your daughter. If you would've never found out about this, you would still be holding her, raising her and caring for her as if she was your own. You walking out on them is just as bad as me not caring. Megan and you are known for swinging. You're known for living out your sexual fantasies and now it becomes a problem when an accident occurs? It seems to me you were just looking for a reason to leave her alone and congratulations. You've done just that. I guess you and I are a lot alike.
It's just too bad we can't be friends... You've made sure of that.
This thing between you and I may have started over a pregnancy that I didn't even know about until after you so eloquently put me to sleep with it but it has escalated. It's no longer about Megan or Natalie. Now it's about you and me and I plan to show you exactly why hall of famers are never heard from again after facing me in the ring.
You're never going to be anything more than what you are.
Accept it and move on.
Leave the worthwhile careers to people that wont abandon the struggle.
You're nothing but a quitter. The going gets rough, you quit. You proved it multiple times with your career. You proved it with your marriage to Megan. You'll prove it again this weekend.
Nothing you do will ever be better than what you've done.
That's the saddest part of all.
I may have birthed her but she's your daughter. If you would've never found out about this, you would still be holding her, raising her and caring for her as if she was your own. You walking out on them is just as bad as me not caring. Megan and you are known for swinging. You're known for living out your sexual fantasies and now it becomes a problem when an accident occurs? It seems to me you were just looking for a reason to leave her alone and congratulations. You've done just that. I guess you and I are a lot alike.
It's just too bad we can't be friends... You've made sure of that.
This thing between you and I may have started over a pregnancy that I didn't even know about until after you so eloquently put me to sleep with it but it has escalated. It's no longer about Megan or Natalie. Now it's about you and me and I plan to show you exactly why hall of famers are never heard from again after facing me in the ring.
You're never going to be anything more than what you are.
Accept it and move on.
Leave the worthwhile careers to people that wont abandon the struggle.
You're nothing but a quitter. The going gets rough, you quit. You proved it multiple times with your career. You proved it with your marriage to Megan. You'll prove it again this weekend.
Nothing you do will ever be better than what you've done.
That's the saddest part of all.
