Post by Lex Sense on Jun 13, 2012 5:52:26 GMT -6
Our time together will never be over.
There is no doomsday clock counting down to zero. No end in sight for the things I have in store for you. The thing is, I haven't forgotten your reasoning.... I just don't give a sh*t. Life for me is always easy to decipher. The problems I face are usually of my own doing. Hardships are a dime a dozen while peace and tranquility are nowhere to be found. I see you Brad, watch what you have become and it sickens me to the core. Makes me want to gouge out my own eyes so that I'll bear witness to your follies no more. This war was started by your hands and regret is one thing you wont have the pleasure of feeling. Instead it will be replaced by copious amounts of pain. A never ending mortal wound self inflicted by your own foolish hand.
Our time together will never be over.
Long after the dust has settled you will find new scars engraved upon your weary skin. You will seek refuge but find none as my voice haunts your head like an echo reverberating through time. You will remember my smiling face as you awaken from your slumber in a sweaty mess. Confined by the nightmares that replaced whatever happy memories remain in your pathetic mind. Your legacy will be left in ruins in the middle of the ashes of your charred life. There's something missing in my life. A title achieved, a dream fulfilled, a goal accomplished... A championship reign. The only reason it's not a part of me is because you made sure of that.
Now I wont rest until I've ensured that your perfect little life gets riddled with imperfections. Imperfections caused by my mighty hand.
Our time together will never be over.
Thinking about the end as if it's on the horizon is moronic in it's own right. One on one, two on two,... It matters not for me. Either way, I destroy you and everything you stand for. This makes it more fun because not only will I get my dirty meaty paws on you but I get to feel up that little honey of yours. I hear blondes are as sweet as their sunny dispositions and I intend to find that out firsthand. You can't stop what has begun. There's no way out of my tight grip and if you hope to find a weakness in my outer shell to exploit then you better think again. Megan is mine until I get bored of her. Just like everything else in my life. I don't fall in love so easily after a couple of months of dating. I am not like you, I don't need another half to hold the better half of me. I am complete as I am and you will find out firsthand exactly what I've been beating into you for the past month...
Our time together will never be over...
Until I relieve you of your duties.
Until I say it's over.
Until I get bored.
Until then you wont get the better of me. You'll only be a footnote in the symphony of my life. A gentle stroke of violence to complete my masterpiece. This isn't a wrestling match to me. Winning or losing doesn't even factor into it. I'm just having fun taking you apart piece by piece. It just so happens that your delicate little flower is ripe for the plucking and I do love the way Nina's fear creeps into my nose like the gentle breeze of the morning dew. She may act strong, even fool herself into believing she has a chance but you and I, Brad, we know better don't we. Megan is experienced in the ring. Just as experienced as she is in bed if not better. Nina, she's a naive backwoods country girl hoping for romance after an unsatisfactory marriage. She finds the abuse you're going through as romance never seeing the tears you shed at night from the pain and shame of failing to put me down.
You want an end to this?
Quit.
Leave.
Get the f*ck out!
Because our time together...
Is just starting to get fun.
There is no doomsday clock counting down to zero. No end in sight for the things I have in store for you. The thing is, I haven't forgotten your reasoning.... I just don't give a sh*t. Life for me is always easy to decipher. The problems I face are usually of my own doing. Hardships are a dime a dozen while peace and tranquility are nowhere to be found. I see you Brad, watch what you have become and it sickens me to the core. Makes me want to gouge out my own eyes so that I'll bear witness to your follies no more. This war was started by your hands and regret is one thing you wont have the pleasure of feeling. Instead it will be replaced by copious amounts of pain. A never ending mortal wound self inflicted by your own foolish hand.
Our time together will never be over.
Long after the dust has settled you will find new scars engraved upon your weary skin. You will seek refuge but find none as my voice haunts your head like an echo reverberating through time. You will remember my smiling face as you awaken from your slumber in a sweaty mess. Confined by the nightmares that replaced whatever happy memories remain in your pathetic mind. Your legacy will be left in ruins in the middle of the ashes of your charred life. There's something missing in my life. A title achieved, a dream fulfilled, a goal accomplished... A championship reign. The only reason it's not a part of me is because you made sure of that.
Now I wont rest until I've ensured that your perfect little life gets riddled with imperfections. Imperfections caused by my mighty hand.
Our time together will never be over.
Thinking about the end as if it's on the horizon is moronic in it's own right. One on one, two on two,... It matters not for me. Either way, I destroy you and everything you stand for. This makes it more fun because not only will I get my dirty meaty paws on you but I get to feel up that little honey of yours. I hear blondes are as sweet as their sunny dispositions and I intend to find that out firsthand. You can't stop what has begun. There's no way out of my tight grip and if you hope to find a weakness in my outer shell to exploit then you better think again. Megan is mine until I get bored of her. Just like everything else in my life. I don't fall in love so easily after a couple of months of dating. I am not like you, I don't need another half to hold the better half of me. I am complete as I am and you will find out firsthand exactly what I've been beating into you for the past month...
Our time together will never be over...
Until I relieve you of your duties.
Until I say it's over.
Until I get bored.
Until then you wont get the better of me. You'll only be a footnote in the symphony of my life. A gentle stroke of violence to complete my masterpiece. This isn't a wrestling match to me. Winning or losing doesn't even factor into it. I'm just having fun taking you apart piece by piece. It just so happens that your delicate little flower is ripe for the plucking and I do love the way Nina's fear creeps into my nose like the gentle breeze of the morning dew. She may act strong, even fool herself into believing she has a chance but you and I, Brad, we know better don't we. Megan is experienced in the ring. Just as experienced as she is in bed if not better. Nina, she's a naive backwoods country girl hoping for romance after an unsatisfactory marriage. She finds the abuse you're going through as romance never seeing the tears you shed at night from the pain and shame of failing to put me down.
You want an end to this?
Quit.
Leave.
Get the f*ck out!
Because our time together...
Is just starting to get fun.
{There's mumbling in the air. It echoes throughout the dank and dingy hallway riddled with trash and graffiti on it's walls. The whisperings of a madman can barely be made out for sound. The camera travels down the hallway, getting closer to a flickering light. The closer it gets the more eligible the ramblings become. The camera reaches a doorway and turns to the right, peering into the room where a hooded man sits on a wooden chair, flickering his lighter on and off without the actual flame ever being lit. The only light coming from the spark and quickly vanishing into darkness. He sits in shadows but even in shade, the behemoth can be identified.}
Lex Sense: I have told you to go away.
Voice: Where would I go?
Lex Sense: Away.
Voice: You know that I can't. I belong to you.
Lex Sense: You're not real.
Voice: If I wasn't then how could you hear me?
Lex Sense: I hear many things.
Voice: He needs your help. You must help him.
Lex Sense: I wont.
Voice: Sweetie... You will.
Megan Sanderson: SWEETIE!
{Suddenly, Megan's voice screams out and the dark and dingy room littered with trash and graffiti on it's walls suddenly transforms into a well lit bathroom in some hotel in Des Moines. Everything neatly in place where it should be as Sense stands before the mirror, shaving his head. Megan helps him out as he's finished by taking a towel and wiping off the remnants of shaving cream. Sense runs his hand through his bald head as he turns to stare into the stunning face of Megan as she places her hands on her hips.}
Megan Sanderson: Who the hell are you talking to?
Lex Sense: Nobody.
Megan Sanderson: Yeah right. You can't play that card. I heard you mumbling to yourself about helping somebody. Who are you going to help?
Lex Sense: ...
Megan Sanderson: We're going through this again? Fine! You don't want to talk? Whatevs. I've got a promo to cut anyway.
{Megan walks away as Sense stares at her small candy striped shorts and tight red tanktop that leave little to the imagination. Megan storms away into the bedroom, jumps on the bed and picks up the remote. The room is sunny, a bright contrast to Sense's darkness. She begins flipping through the channels before sitting up on the bed and leaning towards the camera, squeezing her 'girls' together so that those watching could get a better view.}
Megan Sanderson: Tits and ass...
{She stops the squeezing and sits back on her hands as she stares to right.}
Megan Sanderson: That's all anybody has ever wanted from me. Must be hard, honey, to have neither and have to rely on your ditzy blonde hair and cute dimples to get by in life. All my life, I wanted to be taken seriously and all anybody ever wanted to take was my tits and ass. Men would leave their wives just to get a glimpse of what their frumpy old ladies didn't have and you know what, I got tired of it. Everywhere I turned there was some goofball that jerked off to my sextape wanting me to sign their rod with my mouth. There was always some nerd fantasizing about my stuff or some jealous bitch talking it down. It was no secret that I enjoyed sex but so what?
I mean, who does a girl have to blow to be taken seriously around here?
Now I know what you losers are saying, that question alone makes me out to be a ho bag but I'm just joshing. You see, everybody and their mommas are quick to remind me something that they all wish to hide. We all love dicks, I'm just not afraid to show it. Regardless of that fact, I have tried hard to be taken seriously as a competitor and a wrestler. I worked on my craft just as hard as my ex husband did but I was always referred to as "HIS" wife. Like my life wouldn't be complete without "HIM". Like I'm nothing but "HIS" f*cking bag. Nothing but "HIS" babymaker.
I was never allowed to be me!
{Megan shakes her head before facing the camera. She switches off the t.v. and tosses the remote to the side. Megan rolls off the bed and stands, sexily fixing her top and pulling her shorts into place before walking over to the next room of the suite, where a baby's crib lies in the middle. Megan walks over to it and stares at the baby within.}
Megan Sanderson: I loved being a mother. It's the only good thing Brad ever gave me but a mistake caused him to take my life away. How many times have I forgiven him for the stupid things he's done and I make one and he denies me visitation to my own kids. Making me out to look like the bad girl. When in reality I'm only human.
Soon you will know what that's like Nina, having to cater to his every whim while he criticizes your cravings.
Sense is primal. The man hardly speaks to me but when he does, he doesn't talk down to me. He talks to me like I'm his equal in a grand plan to make Brad feel the way he made me feel. For years I gave him everything and just like that he replaces me with a prissy little self entitled twat like you. One's that blonde no less.
How evil is that?
I really don't want to hurt you Nina but Lex asked me too. So you know what, I'm going to make my man happy. This was always about Brad and putting him in his place. You just got in the way and Lex seems to have grown to you. Sorry babe but if Lex finds you interesting then you may want to think about disappearing. I mean he found me interesting and look what happened? He freed me from Brad and his shadow and I now have free will and free reign to do as I like. You know what?... Sense saved me.
Maybe you should join us?
Or maybe I just slap that cute little face off your face.
{Megan blows a kiss into the camera before tucking in Nattie, making sure she is nice and warm. She turns and is startled as Sense sneaked up behind her. She places a hand on her chest as she recovers from the shock before slapping Lex on the arm.}
Megan Sanderson: Quit doing that! You get me everytime.
Lex Sense: I'm hearing this voice.
Megan Sanderson: Now you want to talk?
Lex Sense: Nevermind then.
{Sense turns to walk away but Megan ducks in front of him, placing both hands on his chest to hold him back. Not that it would stop him if he chose to continue on his path but he chose to remain.}
Megan Sanderson: Hold on, mister! What voice?
Lex Sense: A familiar voice. It keeps speaking to me as if it has some plan for me.
Megan Sanderson: Maybe it's GOD?... Though the devil would probably be the one contacting you.
{Megan giggles at her own joke while Lex stands there, unamused.}
Lex Sense: You wanted to know who I was talking to and now I have told you. I don't expect you to figure out who or what is speaking to me but I don't want to keep you in the dark if you wish to know. Even if it's none of your business.
Megan Sanderson: You know, Lex, that's the most romantic thing anybody has ever said to me. Thank you.
{Megan stands on her tippy toes to give Lex a kiss on the mouth. They both share a passionate one before Sense turns to Nattie.}
Lex Sense: How is she?
Megan Sanderson: Sleeping.
{Megan and Sense embrace in a tight hug as the scene fades to white.}
I have to be honest with you, Brad.
I noticed Megan long before I made her mine. I saw the two of you and I was drawn towards her. She called to me and when I saw my chance, I took it and I don't regret it. I have my share of regret but this is not one of them. Do I care about her like you did? Probably not. I find it hard to care about anyone, even those that I have sired. I've grown desensitized throughout the years but I enjoy her company. What we do together is quite pleasurable.
Especially making you out to be the fool.
When I joined nCw the first two things I heard was that Joe Everyman was sure to no show and Brad Kane was sure to retire, comeback and then retire again. Lo and behold, those rumors turned out to be true. Still, for a man who loses focus about as much times as he prematurely ejaculates, you certainly have been putting up a fight. You're right. I've yet to finish you off but only because I do enjoy making your life a living hell. I expected you to fallback long ago but you've surprised me with your tenacity. I guess the history of Brad Kane is not as overly exaggerated as many claim it is. You do have fight in you and I've seen it firsthand.
Too bad it takes the end of your marriage and a couple of brutal beatdowns to keep you focused but hey, we're all sadists here aren't we.
Maybe not all of us gluttons for punishment as you are but we all enjoy the thrill of the hunt or the excitement of being hunted. This thing between us has risen to great heights. It isn't about winning or losing but instead abut how much pain one can inflict upon the other. I would say I'm winning but then again I had to sit through your whiny little girlfriend trying to enunciate big words so I guess that puts at about even...
Scratch that, who are we kidding?
I'll always be better than you.
This weekend, at Reborn, I put you out of your misery and I give Nina a taste of what she's been missing....
Your blood.
I noticed Megan long before I made her mine. I saw the two of you and I was drawn towards her. She called to me and when I saw my chance, I took it and I don't regret it. I have my share of regret but this is not one of them. Do I care about her like you did? Probably not. I find it hard to care about anyone, even those that I have sired. I've grown desensitized throughout the years but I enjoy her company. What we do together is quite pleasurable.
Especially making you out to be the fool.
When I joined nCw the first two things I heard was that Joe Everyman was sure to no show and Brad Kane was sure to retire, comeback and then retire again. Lo and behold, those rumors turned out to be true. Still, for a man who loses focus about as much times as he prematurely ejaculates, you certainly have been putting up a fight. You're right. I've yet to finish you off but only because I do enjoy making your life a living hell. I expected you to fallback long ago but you've surprised me with your tenacity. I guess the history of Brad Kane is not as overly exaggerated as many claim it is. You do have fight in you and I've seen it firsthand.
Too bad it takes the end of your marriage and a couple of brutal beatdowns to keep you focused but hey, we're all sadists here aren't we.
Maybe not all of us gluttons for punishment as you are but we all enjoy the thrill of the hunt or the excitement of being hunted. This thing between us has risen to great heights. It isn't about winning or losing but instead abut how much pain one can inflict upon the other. I would say I'm winning but then again I had to sit through your whiny little girlfriend trying to enunciate big words so I guess that puts at about even...
Scratch that, who are we kidding?
I'll always be better than you.
This weekend, at Reborn, I put you out of your misery and I give Nina a taste of what she's been missing....
Your blood.
{The scene opens up again as Megan and Lex hug before a crib only everything vanishes one by one. The curtains, the windows, the walls, the crib, Megan, the scene, until Sense stands in an empty room. A woman walks up behind him but we can't see past Lex's chest. She brings her hands up to his pecs from behind and embraces him.}
Voice: You remember me, right? You can't have forgotten. Please tell me I'm just not a voice?
Lex Sense: I remember you and soon,...
We will be reborn.
{Fade to black.}
