Post by theonly on Dec 1, 2008 15:31:51 GMT -6
*Subtitled As: "...Feel It..."*
So you have me figured out right?
You know me better then I know myself?
I find that a little interesting.
You don't even know me.
You make all this assumptions about me.
You've pieced together my life in a manner or what, three minutes?
Then again, you're the kind of genius that does it in two.
Do you even have a clue?
Do you know what it means to me be?
Do you know what it feels like to look in the mirror...
Stare at yourself...
And not realize what you're starting to become?
When I look into the mirror when I wake up...
I don't recognize what I've become.
Its like a different man looking back at me now.
This is whole...
Everything is flawed right now.
I don't think you understand just what it meant to me...
What that bottle means to me...
What losing my sobriety means to me...
What it would mean about losing my wife...
Losing my kids...
Losing my sister...
Losing my brother...
All because I don't know if I can control myself when I pick up that bottle.
Last night was a risk.
It was a risk I'm willing to take.
I need my escape.
I needed my void filled.
There's been a gap in my life that's going to get filled in about another seven months.
Something you wouldn't understand...
Something you couldn't understand...
But yet you're going to act like you know what's what.
You're going to act like you know something.
I've only had one drink and you've put a label on me.
One drink and I'm already being called an alcoholic again.
Maybe that's why I want to get fired...
Maybe that's why I want to get suspended...
Maybe that's why I don't care about winning.
You think wins and losses are everything in wrestling...
But they're not.
In this business...
You get noticed with a good win/loss record admittedly.
But it takes more then that.
You have to show a remorseless side...
You have to show that you don't care...
Won't care...
Never care...
About an opponent to get ahead in this business.
You think Bad Luck Chuck was bad?
You think those officials were bad?
Did you see what I did to JackHammer two weeks ago?
Did you see what I did in that three way three weeks ago?
How about that match against Mimic four weeks ago?
Did you see any of those?
Do you know my message?
You don't.
You act like you do.
But you don't.
You're not fooling a soul.
Only your own.
So when you try to understand me based on one promo...
It makes you look stupid...
Unprofessional...
And like a rookie.
I could generalize facts about your life...
But I won't.
I'm above that.
Above you.
Above your dreams.
Above your hopes.
Above your life.
When people hear Brad Kane, the don't think of wrestling.
They think of pain.
Suffering.
No remorse.
But when they think of the pain and the suffering, they still don't know.
You've made me realize something.
I don't need to make them feel a small amount of pain.
I need them to feel my pain!
I need them to feel my suffering!
I need them to feel what I feel every ***damn morning when I look in the mirror.
They need to feel what I feel when I look at my wife sleeping, wondering why she'd be with a loser like me.
They need to feel what I feel when I look at my brother...
My sister...
And wonder why they'd want to be around me.
I've tried putting on a happy exterior...
Doesn't work anymore.
I'm a head case.
I need you to feel my pain...
My suffering...
Because you generalized about me.
You just don't understand.
This isn't about a title.
This isn't about being the top dog.
This is about deserving what you've gotten.
Haven't you heard a word I've said lately?
I don't care about being the top guy in this promotion.
I just want Steve Awesome to know that he doesn't deserve his success...
His fame...
His glory...
His women...
Or his life.
Should I spell it more out for you Frostbyte?
I'm not going to beat you.
I'm not going to make you tap out.
I'm not going to pin you.
Instead...
I'm going to maim you...
Bloody you...
Bruise you...
End your life...
Why?
Because I can...
Because I want to...
Because I need to...
Life is a funny thing Frosty.
You think you're hot one day...
Next thing you know, you're not.
I'm yesterday's news.
You're just another body to me...
Another victim...
For me to claim.
The bodies are piling to the sky...
Join them...
Embrace them...
You are one.