Post by Lex Sense on May 12, 2012 5:46:05 GMT -6
If I could go back in time, I would do things right.
We've all heard this phrase in some shape, way or form. It speaks volumes about a man living in regret. A woman humbled by shame. When we are young, we are willing to make mistakes because we've yet to know what true mistakes are. It's not until we live with the consequences of our choices that we realize that at times we have no f*cking clue what we are getting ourselves into at all. Many times, men and women living in the hopes of one day recanting their sins, search for remorse. They wish to fix things that can't be fixed. Things that will remain broken in the shadows of their past transgressions.
You must know how this feels all too well, Brad.
For you talk a big game and you walk a fine line of violent retribution but in your eyes, I see a man unable to stare into the eyes of his own reflection due to regret. Yet instead of attempting to find peace and move on, you pass the blame off on those that you once loved. I guess in your eyes there isn't much difference between love and hate and that's fine. It suits me well because while you flop around like a fish out of water, seeking vengeance or revenge or whatever you wish to call it. I feed upon the dying embers of your burnt out soul. You're nothing but a meatbag seeking redemption but unable to forgive himself for who or what he has wronged.
You're pathetic and the more you try to hide this bittersweet symphony to my ears, the more weak you become.
I have made a career out of screwing people over. I use men and women and when I am done feeding on all that makes them alive, I toss their dried up husks to the side. Seeking nourishment in my next victim. I know this business well and I don't need a fool like you to explain the inner workings of a place filled with more insanity than insane asylums. You wont be the last person to screw me over but I'm going to make sure that the next to do so knows full well the consequence of choosing to f*ck with me.
By drilling a pike into the dirt with your head mounted on it as warning.
I don't blame you for doing what you are doing, Brad. Maybe I was the straw that broke the camel's back between you and Megan? Maybe after being with a real man she realized how much of a boy you were? Maybe you're life will still be perfectly in tact if I hadn't had my way with your ex-wife? But maybe is not reality. Only a possible outcome of many outcomes. You're life was screwed long before I rode into town, straight into the womb of your high school sweetheart. Admit it. It's like I've been saying.
There's nobody to blame but yourself.
You just can't accept the fact that you are nothing more than a boy pretending to be a man in a warrior's world. You're nothing more than a whiny little bitch speaking about murder when you don't have it in you to kill.
You're just an over dramatic never was.
In your eyes, you see yourself as a great crusader for this industry but all you are is a catalyst for your twin brother to succeed. Things definitely look better on Spike's side of town but that's only because it can't get any worse on yours. Even so, Kanes' are only good for sucking dick.
Neither one of you are worth my time and just my luck, I get the lesser of two douchebags.
And do you want to know something, Brad?
If I could go back in time, I would do it all over again.
We've all heard this phrase in some shape, way or form. It speaks volumes about a man living in regret. A woman humbled by shame. When we are young, we are willing to make mistakes because we've yet to know what true mistakes are. It's not until we live with the consequences of our choices that we realize that at times we have no f*cking clue what we are getting ourselves into at all. Many times, men and women living in the hopes of one day recanting their sins, search for remorse. They wish to fix things that can't be fixed. Things that will remain broken in the shadows of their past transgressions.
You must know how this feels all too well, Brad.
For you talk a big game and you walk a fine line of violent retribution but in your eyes, I see a man unable to stare into the eyes of his own reflection due to regret. Yet instead of attempting to find peace and move on, you pass the blame off on those that you once loved. I guess in your eyes there isn't much difference between love and hate and that's fine. It suits me well because while you flop around like a fish out of water, seeking vengeance or revenge or whatever you wish to call it. I feed upon the dying embers of your burnt out soul. You're nothing but a meatbag seeking redemption but unable to forgive himself for who or what he has wronged.
You're pathetic and the more you try to hide this bittersweet symphony to my ears, the more weak you become.
I have made a career out of screwing people over. I use men and women and when I am done feeding on all that makes them alive, I toss their dried up husks to the side. Seeking nourishment in my next victim. I know this business well and I don't need a fool like you to explain the inner workings of a place filled with more insanity than insane asylums. You wont be the last person to screw me over but I'm going to make sure that the next to do so knows full well the consequence of choosing to f*ck with me.
By drilling a pike into the dirt with your head mounted on it as warning.
I don't blame you for doing what you are doing, Brad. Maybe I was the straw that broke the camel's back between you and Megan? Maybe after being with a real man she realized how much of a boy you were? Maybe you're life will still be perfectly in tact if I hadn't had my way with your ex-wife? But maybe is not reality. Only a possible outcome of many outcomes. You're life was screwed long before I rode into town, straight into the womb of your high school sweetheart. Admit it. It's like I've been saying.
There's nobody to blame but yourself.
You just can't accept the fact that you are nothing more than a boy pretending to be a man in a warrior's world. You're nothing more than a whiny little bitch speaking about murder when you don't have it in you to kill.
You're just an over dramatic never was.
In your eyes, you see yourself as a great crusader for this industry but all you are is a catalyst for your twin brother to succeed. Things definitely look better on Spike's side of town but that's only because it can't get any worse on yours. Even so, Kanes' are only good for sucking dick.
Neither one of you are worth my time and just my luck, I get the lesser of two douchebags.
And do you want to know something, Brad?
If I could go back in time, I would do it all over again.
{Lex stands behind a rather large easel, perfectly fitting for a rather large man. Sitting on the easel is a canvas painting, one that we are denied the pleasure of seeing what is drawn on it. Instead we see Lex, wearing a coat better suited for a butcher than an artist. His arms are crossed across his chest as he scratches his chin. Inspecting the fine detail of his latest creation. He never takes his eyes off it. Not even when addressing his opponent at A Night to Remember.}
Lex Sense: I would do things exactly the same and I would enjoy it immensely. There's something to be said about screwing another man's wife but look who I'm speaking to? Your escapades with other men's wives are well documented. You're just as whorish as the woman you waste no time calling a whore. The woman you once held on a pedestal until she broke your wittle heart.
How romantically tragic.
The lover scorned comes back for revenge as he looks to murder his wife's lover?
You can't script a better story of love and hate, loyalty and betrayal and I know you're hoping for a happy ending as you finally get your hands on me but sadly, nothing will erase whatever it is you're going through. You're stuck roaming for the rest of your life making up possible scenarios filled with what if's and why's. Your life is in shambles and what you are doing is only going to make it worse. You will not find whatever it is your looking for going toe to toe with me.
Instead you'll find that I can make your life worse than it already is.
It's easy to say that you'll keep attacking until I'm dead but you've never killed a man before. Only murdered and butchered your own career but that's not the same thing. I murdered my own twin brother in the middle of the ring. An accident but murder nonetheless seeing as killing is killing whether done for duty, profit or accidental fun. I know what it's like to take a life. You've only seen it on t.v. and if you wish to continue to overdramatize this match with talks of violent murder as you pursue to "end me"? You'll find you have no idea what you were asking for.
We all make mistakes, Brad.
You made it when you decided to lay your chubby finger on me as if you mattered in the grander scheme of things.
Your life is f*cked up?...
Cry me a river, bitch.
{Sense smiles the smile of a devil. He cocks his head to the side before adding the final edition to his masterpiece with a paint brush. He nods approvingly before taking it off the easel and hanging it beside various other paintings he's painted throughout the time spent in nCw. Paintings of Kelly Knite, Rob Diamond, Angel anybody he's faced that have made things personal and each one meeting a unique demise. This latest one is of Brad Kane as he lays drowning in a pool of tears with something wrapped around his neck. It's unclear as the painting is a bit graphic and is soon blocked.}
Lex Sense: You're not the only one seeking retribution.
But you will be the only one finding nothing but more regrets.
{Sense smiles before swiping the paint brush across the camera, leaving blue blots on the lens before it is wiped off as we transition to a new scene.}
Yesterday...
{Sense is doing sit ups. One after another in rapid motion. Never taking a break between each one. At first it seems he's laying on his back until the camera repositions and you see that he is hanging off a bar like a bat. Sweat is pouring off him like a gentle rain and he looks more determined than ever to end a crying man's tears by putting him to sleep. Suddenly, a woman steps in front of the camera. The camera stays on her nicely shaped ass before panning back to get a clearer shot of the two. By the looks of her hairstyle it's easy to determine her identity.}
Amy Marshall: When were you going to tell me about Megan?
{Lex does about five more sit ups before stopping. He hangs there for a few seconds before unstrapping his legs and falling back to his feet. For a man of his size, it's quite amazing he could move like that but that's not the issue as Amy stares at him waiting for an answer. Sense wipes the sweat from his brow before giving her the time of day.}
Lex Sense: I didn't think I needed to.
Amy Marshall: Yeah, well I guess thinking about other people for you is not really an ability you've honed. I don't know what is going on with you lately. Sometimes you're there but most of the time you're not.
Lex Sense: What do you want from me?
Amy Marshall: For you to act more like a friend and less like a dick.
Lex Sense: But I thought you liked dicks?
Amy Marshall: Very funny, asshole!
{Amy walks up to Sense and without warning, slaps him across the face. Lex hardly feels the blow but it angers him nonetheless as he shoves Amy back with one arm, knocking her on her ass. Amy stares up at the big man in disbelief and hurries to her feet to foolishly attack Sense but he grabs her by the waist, raises her to the air, slams her back against the wall and stares at her as she seems a bit scared but too brave to show it. Amy is breathing heavily and so is Sense. Lex has never been violent towards Amy until now. They stare at each other for a brief moment before Sense forces his lips upon Amy. Amy tries to fight him off but eventually gives in as the two angrily make out and the scene fades to black.}
Voice: It's funny to me how you only see what's in front of you and not what's behind you.
Lex Sense: What?
Voice: It's never the same once it has changed.
Lex Sense: Who are you?
Voice: I can't believe you don't remember.
Lex Sense: I don't understand.
Voice: You will.
Lex Sense: What?
Voice: It's never the same once it has changed.
Lex Sense: Who are you?
Voice: I can't believe you don't remember.
Lex Sense: I don't understand.
Voice: You will.
{The voices echo in a dream before Lex suddenly sits up, drenched in sweat. He looks to his side and sees Amy lying next to him, sleeping like an angel. Sense grabs his head before sitting on the edge of the bed, clearly startled by a dream. He shakes off the dream and then fetches his clothes from off the floor. He gets dressed and turns to Amy, who looks content in her sleep. Lex just wants to leave without explanation so he leaves her sleeping as he exits the hotel room. However, once outside of the room he is surprised once again. This time by Megan Kane.}
Megan Kane: We need to talk.
Lex Sense: No we don't.
Megan Kane: Yes, we do.
Lex Sense: Don't you ever quit? I don't have time for this.
Megan Kane: And I don't want you to hurt Brad. I'm concerned that you are going to hurt him or something and I don't want my kids growing up without a father.
Lex Sense: I'm not as childish as Brad to think that I'm going to murder him, literally. However, there's no doubt in my mind that I will hurt him. He will suffer the consequences of his actions and nothing anyone says or does is going to prevent that from happening. I will do whatever my heart desires without an ounce of regret.
{Sense shoves Megan aside as he hurries past her. So much is going on right now and it's beginning to get to Sense and now, there's a cryptic voice in a mysterious dream to boot. Megan shakes her head as Sense walks away.}
Megan Kane: No, you wont.
{Sense steps into an elevator as Megan is left behind. The elevator's doors slide to a close and the scene fades to white.}
This is it.
You and me handle our differences in the middle of the ring like men, like gladiators. The problem is, you keep referring to me as just some giant. Just like the rest of the giants you've faced. Here's the thing, I'm not just another braindead leviathan for you to outsmart. I think just as you do. In fact, better than you do and I know for a fact that by the end of this match, none of our problems will be solved. None of our issues will be magically amended and our shattered lives will not be put together by the king's men. This isn't a fairytale and in real life, nothing ever changes. Nothing ever goes away.
You may want retribution but you wont find it here.
Sadly, I only offer destruction.
I only offer chaos and your life will never be the same again.
For everything I touch turns to dust and you will see firsthand how my enemies crumble before me.
You and me handle our differences in the middle of the ring like men, like gladiators. The problem is, you keep referring to me as just some giant. Just like the rest of the giants you've faced. Here's the thing, I'm not just another braindead leviathan for you to outsmart. I think just as you do. In fact, better than you do and I know for a fact that by the end of this match, none of our problems will be solved. None of our issues will be magically amended and our shattered lives will not be put together by the king's men. This isn't a fairytale and in real life, nothing ever changes. Nothing ever goes away.
You may want retribution but you wont find it here.
Sadly, I only offer destruction.
I only offer chaos and your life will never be the same again.
For everything I touch turns to dust and you will see firsthand how my enemies crumble before me.
