Post by jlhfan69 on Jun 14, 2008 1:24:54 GMT -6
Color Key:
Brad Kane - Red
Hey Look, I Blogged
Lexington, Kentucky, so many miles away from Boston. So many miles away from Megan and Lilly. I haven't even been gone for more then a day and I already miss them something terrible. A couple of years ago, I would have been thrilled to get away from whatever woman I had and a son I didn't really want. Like I said earlier in the week, how I've managed to change in a couple of years. It's a horrible thing to say but I didn't really give a crap about my son. He was just there, in my way of whatever I wanted to do. I threw on my game face and acted like I cared but I couldn't because he was unfairly taken from me in the first place. A word to the wise, never use your kid in a shoot style angle. That's what happened to me.
You see, I used my son in a shoot style angle with a guy named Allan Cooper. I think he briefly worked in nCw but anyways, he "kidnapped" my son twice and tried to brainwash him against me both times. It's something I never should have subjected to him to. I never even gave him a chance to say if he didn't want to do it. I should of but I just couldn't because I was using him for my own selfish gain. Maybe that's why he was taken away from me so soon. Someone up above knew I wasn't meant to be a father to my son and because I put him through those matches, segments or what have you, it was a way for my ex girlfriend to see what I was doing to a young boy.
I should have gone a different way with what I did to Allan Cooper but it happens. I know this really has no bearing on anything what so ever but I guess it goes along with the change stuff I was talking about a couple of days back. Anyways, I had a good flight into Lexington. Although I shouldn't have worn the shirt that I did. A few months ago, I picked up a Florida Gators shirt for dirt cheap on Eastbay. I made the huge mistake of wearing it here in Wildcat country. I think they overcharged me on my hotel room and gave me the wrong one in the first place but I suppose I had it all coming by wearing the shirt. Regardless, I quickly changed into something more Wildcat friendly, a Killswitch Engage shirt, and went to get a bite to eat at a local place. Best biscuits and gravy I've had for quite a while because I really don't eat anything like that.
My flight was good though like I said even though I hate flying to be honest with you. I'd much rather drive to a show but with the cost of gas, it’s almost a crap shoot on what's cheaper these days. I'd blame someone but I think the owner of nCw is a conservative so I better keep my mouth shut on that one. Real politics aside, life outside of nCw is pretty bleh. It seems it’s the only place I'm wrestling at for the time being. I'm sure all the smarks know what happened to me and probably are calling me a whiny bitch but whatever, too bad they don't know how to half the stuff that we do.
I guess I haven't ranted about the smarks for a good while and I should probably keep it that way. I just hate their whole ratings scale. "Oh look, he has workrate, he knows how to sell, he knows how to play the crowd, let's give him five stars!" Bleh, what do you people know about wrestling anyways. Hell, most wrestlers don't know the difference between an armlock and a wristlock as it is. Yet, when they go out there and do their moves and they get a four star match. I work a hold for five minutes and no one seems to like it. Go figure. At least I make a good living wrestling while half you little assholes wish you could step in the ring and try to run the ropes and fall flat on their faces.
Enough about them though. I watched Spider-Man 3 on the flight today too. I've forgotten how horrible it is compared to the first two. Although Emo Parker is quite hilarious. The end was stupid too. Spider-Man 3 can burn in the depths of hell for all I care. Otherwise, it was all about listening to music on the flight. I never really get new CDs anymore. I just stick with my somewhat small music library, outside of getting the Warped Tour CDs. You can actually find some good stuff on there that's not overly crybaby-ish. I know I'm rambling on but that's what a blog is for anyways.
I'm running out of stuff to type though. I guess this is where I'll end it for another couple of months when I bother to update this thing. Oh, if no one's heard, Megan and I are naming the baby Sarah Belldandy Kane. Due in late July or early August. Go us!
"This distance
This dissolution
I cling to memories while falling
Sleep brings release
And the hope of a new day
Waking the misery of being without you"
<3 you Megs. <3 you Lilly.
Current Mood: Lonely
Current Music: Killswitch Engage
Brad Kane clicks on the post button as he steps away from his iBook. Yes, he is representin' Mac while he travels. He looks around his unimpressive hotel room, just like what was read on his blog. His black logo Killswitch Engage shirt covers his chest and part of his arms as his shorts are basically saying "Hey, let's go to a movie!" It's a double bed room though as he stares at the empty bed. He fights back the tears as he misses his family. He turns around and turns the TV on. Nothing at this time of night except syndicated shows like Seinfeld, That 70's Shows or whatever else you care to watch. As he stands up and manually goes through channels.
Not finding anything, not even a good Sportscenter to watch, he turns the TV off and heads towards the window. In the corner, we notice his camera is set up, waiting for record at a moment's notice. He flips the blinds open as he sees the lights of Lexington lit up as in a couple of nights, tomorrow night actually, The Rupp Arena, the very place where the Kentucky Wildcats Men's Basketball team plays. Of course, the arena was named after legendary coach, Adolph Rupp, who led Kentucky to numerous national championships. History lesson aside, Brad sighs as he looks out the window before looking back at the bed, not seeing anyone else there yet.
Part of him wants to see someone there but he knows it's not going to happen at the same time. He slowly walks over to his camera and presses the record button before walking backwards so the camera can catch his face and part of his shirt.
These are the nights that I hate. These are the nights where I toss and turn because I can manage to bring myself to get past the loneliness over traveling alone again. For as long as I could remember, I had friends or my wife traveling with me. I always had someone there to keep me company instead of getting lost in my thoughts. But now, I'm here all alone in this hotel room as I stare out this window, seeing cars go past in the window. The lights from the street lamps that allow the people to see where they're going. Everything you see out there in Lexington, I'd love to be experiencing with Megan. Instead, I'm stuck in this hotel room, looking out this window instead of going out there for myself.
Loneliness is starting to take over me, cripple me with depression. I wish I could have left later on today but once I caught wind of a press conference, I knew I had to leave a day early. So I leave my wife and my daughter alone with my mother in law. I suppose its better then leaving them alone though so there is a little peace of mind while I'm here in Lexington, a place full of history. The arena on Sunday night is full of history. So many classic basketball games played there, it’s nearly time for a few classic wrestling matches to be passed through the halls of Rupp Arena. I honestly think that every fan in attendance Sunday night is in for a treat as this could be the best show in nCw history.
As much as I could go on about Kentucky basketball, I should probably focus on something of a different nature instead of giving fellatio to their program. I'm not going into Rupp Arena looking to win a national championship, although it's ironic that a couple of members from the nCw roster are going for a National Championship. All lame attempts towards a joke aside, this should be quite an interesting show. I know it probably doesn't mean much but I'm pullin' for Lance in the main event.
Way before the main event though is the three way that some people are looking forward to even a little bit more due to the personal nature of it. If it was just myself and Sexy Jason, perhaps it wouldn't be as looked forward to by so many wrestling fans across the states. AJ Phoenix has seemingly called out my passion for this business. While it's not like it was once because of a pregnant wife and infant at home, I still find a good rush from stepping onto that grand stage and putting on a show for thousands, maybe even millions of people would watch or enjoy. However, I honestly have no idea how you heard that I'd stop wrestling if I won the lotto. I don't remember really saying it on camera but one of the internet message board guys probably heard me say it, went home and blew it way out of proportion.
A pause fills the air as Brad scratches his hair.
Although I'm sure that in a couple of months when Sarah decides to pop on out of the womb and give us a huge hello, my tune will change again. That's something hardly anyone understands. Life is constantly changing. I usually find myself thinking about leaving wrestling, staying in wrestling, using a different style or whatever else you'd probably think of. You see AJ, like I said a couple days ago, you seem to be refusing change as you are nearly the exact same person I met two years ago.
Perfection isn't anything to achieve AJ. You aren't perfect, I'm not perfect, no one in nCw is perfect. I wouldn't want to be perfect either. Perfection means you can't strive to be better, you'll get bored and then leave wrestling if you're constantly perfect. That thrill of trying to win, all but gone. That's why I'd never want to be perfect, as you claim to be. Perhaps losing on Sunday will take you down a peg or two although I highly doubt it as you'll still put on that facade of being this cocky, arrogant guy no matter what happens to you. Perfect and emotionless, that's describes you perfectly AJ and it's something I never want to be.
Sexy Jason, I realize the ultimate goal of nearly any match is to win but you have to realize something. This thing with AJ and I has been going for two years now and it's not anything you should take lightly as you seem to be. Some feuds, some rivalries never seem to end and this would be one of them Jason. I'm just sorry you're being subjected to it first hand. I really wish that they would have someone else placed in this one because you're not the right guy to be in this. You're too cocky to be anything of real worth to me right now. I mean, the way you speak, you make it seem that I'd cheap shot you should the occasion occur.
I gave you my word that I'd shake your hand should you pull out the win and I intend on doing that. I'm nothing like my brothers. You've seen how Spike is and how I am. Despite being twins, we're two completely different people at times but at the others, we're one in the same. But that's not about that though. This is about me proving my worth again in nCw. The last time people saw me in a match, I was getting beat down for all I was worth until I could barely stand until Xavier Williams pinned me in the middle of the ring. This is my second restart here in nCw and just like the first two starts, I don't intend on losing. A rather generic ending but hey, sometimes generic works.
Brad walks over and presses the stop button. Fade to llamas.
Brad Kane - Red
June 14, 2008
Hey Look, I Blogged
Lexington, Kentucky, so many miles away from Boston. So many miles away from Megan and Lilly. I haven't even been gone for more then a day and I already miss them something terrible. A couple of years ago, I would have been thrilled to get away from whatever woman I had and a son I didn't really want. Like I said earlier in the week, how I've managed to change in a couple of years. It's a horrible thing to say but I didn't really give a crap about my son. He was just there, in my way of whatever I wanted to do. I threw on my game face and acted like I cared but I couldn't because he was unfairly taken from me in the first place. A word to the wise, never use your kid in a shoot style angle. That's what happened to me.
You see, I used my son in a shoot style angle with a guy named Allan Cooper. I think he briefly worked in nCw but anyways, he "kidnapped" my son twice and tried to brainwash him against me both times. It's something I never should have subjected to him to. I never even gave him a chance to say if he didn't want to do it. I should of but I just couldn't because I was using him for my own selfish gain. Maybe that's why he was taken away from me so soon. Someone up above knew I wasn't meant to be a father to my son and because I put him through those matches, segments or what have you, it was a way for my ex girlfriend to see what I was doing to a young boy.
I should have gone a different way with what I did to Allan Cooper but it happens. I know this really has no bearing on anything what so ever but I guess it goes along with the change stuff I was talking about a couple of days back. Anyways, I had a good flight into Lexington. Although I shouldn't have worn the shirt that I did. A few months ago, I picked up a Florida Gators shirt for dirt cheap on Eastbay. I made the huge mistake of wearing it here in Wildcat country. I think they overcharged me on my hotel room and gave me the wrong one in the first place but I suppose I had it all coming by wearing the shirt. Regardless, I quickly changed into something more Wildcat friendly, a Killswitch Engage shirt, and went to get a bite to eat at a local place. Best biscuits and gravy I've had for quite a while because I really don't eat anything like that.
My flight was good though like I said even though I hate flying to be honest with you. I'd much rather drive to a show but with the cost of gas, it’s almost a crap shoot on what's cheaper these days. I'd blame someone but I think the owner of nCw is a conservative so I better keep my mouth shut on that one. Real politics aside, life outside of nCw is pretty bleh. It seems it’s the only place I'm wrestling at for the time being. I'm sure all the smarks know what happened to me and probably are calling me a whiny bitch but whatever, too bad they don't know how to half the stuff that we do.
I guess I haven't ranted about the smarks for a good while and I should probably keep it that way. I just hate their whole ratings scale. "Oh look, he has workrate, he knows how to sell, he knows how to play the crowd, let's give him five stars!" Bleh, what do you people know about wrestling anyways. Hell, most wrestlers don't know the difference between an armlock and a wristlock as it is. Yet, when they go out there and do their moves and they get a four star match. I work a hold for five minutes and no one seems to like it. Go figure. At least I make a good living wrestling while half you little assholes wish you could step in the ring and try to run the ropes and fall flat on their faces.
Enough about them though. I watched Spider-Man 3 on the flight today too. I've forgotten how horrible it is compared to the first two. Although Emo Parker is quite hilarious. The end was stupid too. Spider-Man 3 can burn in the depths of hell for all I care. Otherwise, it was all about listening to music on the flight. I never really get new CDs anymore. I just stick with my somewhat small music library, outside of getting the Warped Tour CDs. You can actually find some good stuff on there that's not overly crybaby-ish. I know I'm rambling on but that's what a blog is for anyways.
I'm running out of stuff to type though. I guess this is where I'll end it for another couple of months when I bother to update this thing. Oh, if no one's heard, Megan and I are naming the baby Sarah Belldandy Kane. Due in late July or early August. Go us!
"This distance
This dissolution
I cling to memories while falling
Sleep brings release
And the hope of a new day
Waking the misery of being without you"
<3 you Megs. <3 you Lilly.
Current Mood: Lonely
Current Music: Killswitch Engage
Brad Kane clicks on the post button as he steps away from his iBook. Yes, he is representin' Mac while he travels. He looks around his unimpressive hotel room, just like what was read on his blog. His black logo Killswitch Engage shirt covers his chest and part of his arms as his shorts are basically saying "Hey, let's go to a movie!" It's a double bed room though as he stares at the empty bed. He fights back the tears as he misses his family. He turns around and turns the TV on. Nothing at this time of night except syndicated shows like Seinfeld, That 70's Shows or whatever else you care to watch. As he stands up and manually goes through channels.
Not finding anything, not even a good Sportscenter to watch, he turns the TV off and heads towards the window. In the corner, we notice his camera is set up, waiting for record at a moment's notice. He flips the blinds open as he sees the lights of Lexington lit up as in a couple of nights, tomorrow night actually, The Rupp Arena, the very place where the Kentucky Wildcats Men's Basketball team plays. Of course, the arena was named after legendary coach, Adolph Rupp, who led Kentucky to numerous national championships. History lesson aside, Brad sighs as he looks out the window before looking back at the bed, not seeing anyone else there yet.
Part of him wants to see someone there but he knows it's not going to happen at the same time. He slowly walks over to his camera and presses the record button before walking backwards so the camera can catch his face and part of his shirt.
These are the nights that I hate. These are the nights where I toss and turn because I can manage to bring myself to get past the loneliness over traveling alone again. For as long as I could remember, I had friends or my wife traveling with me. I always had someone there to keep me company instead of getting lost in my thoughts. But now, I'm here all alone in this hotel room as I stare out this window, seeing cars go past in the window. The lights from the street lamps that allow the people to see where they're going. Everything you see out there in Lexington, I'd love to be experiencing with Megan. Instead, I'm stuck in this hotel room, looking out this window instead of going out there for myself.
Loneliness is starting to take over me, cripple me with depression. I wish I could have left later on today but once I caught wind of a press conference, I knew I had to leave a day early. So I leave my wife and my daughter alone with my mother in law. I suppose its better then leaving them alone though so there is a little peace of mind while I'm here in Lexington, a place full of history. The arena on Sunday night is full of history. So many classic basketball games played there, it’s nearly time for a few classic wrestling matches to be passed through the halls of Rupp Arena. I honestly think that every fan in attendance Sunday night is in for a treat as this could be the best show in nCw history.
As much as I could go on about Kentucky basketball, I should probably focus on something of a different nature instead of giving fellatio to their program. I'm not going into Rupp Arena looking to win a national championship, although it's ironic that a couple of members from the nCw roster are going for a National Championship. All lame attempts towards a joke aside, this should be quite an interesting show. I know it probably doesn't mean much but I'm pullin' for Lance in the main event.
Way before the main event though is the three way that some people are looking forward to even a little bit more due to the personal nature of it. If it was just myself and Sexy Jason, perhaps it wouldn't be as looked forward to by so many wrestling fans across the states. AJ Phoenix has seemingly called out my passion for this business. While it's not like it was once because of a pregnant wife and infant at home, I still find a good rush from stepping onto that grand stage and putting on a show for thousands, maybe even millions of people would watch or enjoy. However, I honestly have no idea how you heard that I'd stop wrestling if I won the lotto. I don't remember really saying it on camera but one of the internet message board guys probably heard me say it, went home and blew it way out of proportion.
A pause fills the air as Brad scratches his hair.
Although I'm sure that in a couple of months when Sarah decides to pop on out of the womb and give us a huge hello, my tune will change again. That's something hardly anyone understands. Life is constantly changing. I usually find myself thinking about leaving wrestling, staying in wrestling, using a different style or whatever else you'd probably think of. You see AJ, like I said a couple days ago, you seem to be refusing change as you are nearly the exact same person I met two years ago.
Perfection isn't anything to achieve AJ. You aren't perfect, I'm not perfect, no one in nCw is perfect. I wouldn't want to be perfect either. Perfection means you can't strive to be better, you'll get bored and then leave wrestling if you're constantly perfect. That thrill of trying to win, all but gone. That's why I'd never want to be perfect, as you claim to be. Perhaps losing on Sunday will take you down a peg or two although I highly doubt it as you'll still put on that facade of being this cocky, arrogant guy no matter what happens to you. Perfect and emotionless, that's describes you perfectly AJ and it's something I never want to be.
Sexy Jason, I realize the ultimate goal of nearly any match is to win but you have to realize something. This thing with AJ and I has been going for two years now and it's not anything you should take lightly as you seem to be. Some feuds, some rivalries never seem to end and this would be one of them Jason. I'm just sorry you're being subjected to it first hand. I really wish that they would have someone else placed in this one because you're not the right guy to be in this. You're too cocky to be anything of real worth to me right now. I mean, the way you speak, you make it seem that I'd cheap shot you should the occasion occur.
I gave you my word that I'd shake your hand should you pull out the win and I intend on doing that. I'm nothing like my brothers. You've seen how Spike is and how I am. Despite being twins, we're two completely different people at times but at the others, we're one in the same. But that's not about that though. This is about me proving my worth again in nCw. The last time people saw me in a match, I was getting beat down for all I was worth until I could barely stand until Xavier Williams pinned me in the middle of the ring. This is my second restart here in nCw and just like the first two starts, I don't intend on losing. A rather generic ending but hey, sometimes generic works.
Brad walks over and presses the stop button. Fade to llamas.