Post by Brad Kane on Sept 12, 2009 1:13:48 GMT -6
"Getting so close now, I can almost feel this in my bones. The rush, the feel of hearing a sold out arena begin to cheer and jeer whoever they want. While the rush of going out into a normal show in front of a TV crowd is great, it just doesn't compare to the feeling that I used to get on pay per view. This is where we're suppose to bring the "A" game and let the whole world know who we are. This is the stage I need to showcase my talent or lack thereof.
No matter the case, this is where I need to show that I still have it. Even after my long lay off, I know that people still think that I'm going to up and leave if I happen to lose a match because it'll "bruise my ego." People will think if I don't get my way that I'll take my ball and go home.
Not anymore.
You see, everyone, I'm here and I don't plan on going anywhere unless my life forces me to. You all know that I have some very young children and that's cool, love 'em to death. This is where they need to see me though. I know I've said it before that I want my son, my boy, to be a second generation wrestler. I want my daughters to be able to do whatever they want to do with their lives. This is my showing them that there's always something in life that's worth chasing, worth pursuing.
My pursuit, right now as you all know, is my brother. I use that term loosely because he's been anything but a brother to me since the day we were born. A few memories have come back to me from that time, how he used to try to pin all of his stuff on me. How he'd always hog the video games or what we'd watch on TV. Its like that Michael needs the attention always on him. I'd do something to make dad proud and Mike would have to top it.
Its the same way now. I come back to nCw a little bit after he does and what does he do? He has to turn on me and beat me down. So guess what? Now people are talking about how Michael beat up poor little Bradley again, lets all focus on Michael because he's surely the superior Kane!
Bullsmurf.
Yes, I said smurf, Family Guy owns you. Michael is in no way better then I am. Michael isn't some god, some hero that people can look up to. Like I told Rob Diamond, he's a snake. Michael Kane is nothing but a snake and I think I've finally come to terms with that fact. I will never have a brother, just a little sister.
So you see how this wouldaffect my match against Ricky Johnson on Sunday. As I've said a few times before, this isn't about some number one contender deal, no matter how much I would love it to be. You are my point Rick and nothing more. You are a point for me to make against Michael, to show him that his little twin brother is just as "xtreme" as he is. Long before I knew Michael as the so called God of the Xtreme, people were calling me a certain name.
You know it by now.
Ricky Johnson your death date is September 13th, 2009. I don't know if you have any children that can have your legacy of life live on or not. That doesn't much concern me. You're just the first victim in my path and I know I've said that before. I realize I'm repeating myself and starting to sound like a broken record but sometimes, we have to hammer home the point as many times as we possibly can.
Sunday night, I hope you bring a tombstone down to the ring with you Rick and have it already engraved. Because you know what the survey says?
You're dead."
-----
Bags are packed and on the giant master bed that belongs to Brad and Megan Kane. The two are running around their room, getting all the final prep work done before they head off to Battle Grounds. Brad has his wrestling bag slung over his shoulder, suitcase in his other hand. Megan though, she's almost running around half naked, only dressed in a pair of jeans and a bra right now. She looks like a chicken with her head cut off. Brad leans against the wall, watching his wife's boob bounce up and down as she tries to finish getting packed and put a shirt on.
Brad Kane: You could easily make jogging a spectator sport, you know that?
Megan stops and thinks about what he said for a moment. All of a sudden, a chill creeps across her top half, realizing her shirt still isn't on. A hint of embarrassment is on her face, cheeks flushed red. Megan grabs a pink t-shirt and barely puts it over her body. It's rather tight and doesn't leave much to Brad's imagination.
Brad Kane: And when did you start wearing Lacey's shirts?
Megan Kane: Oh shut up! We need to get our rear's in gear before we miss our taxi!
Brad Kane: I'm very well aware of that but our flight still doesn't leave for a couple of hours. We have plenty of time to take our clothes off and fool around a little bit.
She stops in her tracks, glaring at her husband. Brad looks away, not wanting to get the stare of death.
Megan Kane: Bradley, we are not having sex before we leave. Your sister and Joe are already here, ready to take care of the kids for us. Don't need them walking in on us now do we?
Brad Kane: No, I suppose not. Either way, that shirt is just dead sexy on you honey.
There's the smile that Brad loves to see. Megan gives him a quick peck on the cheek before opening their bedroom door. Standing there happens to be Lacey, dressed in her pajamas. Its way past her bedtime but she looks sad.
Lacey Kane: I wanna go...
A sad expression is on Brad's face before he kneels down and looks his oldest right in her hazel eyes.
Brad Kane: Lacey you can't go with mommy and daddy this time. There is too much for me to worry about just having mommy with me.
Lacey Kane: Why?
The sadness is replaced with more of an annoyed look right now. Megan giggles, taking their stuff out of the room where Joe Ragnal waits to help hauling their bags down stairs. Brad picks up Lacey, heading off to her room.
Brad Kane: Well your Unky Mike is a mean man. He hurt daddy and mommy a couple of weeks ago pretty badly.
Lacey Kane: That why he not here anymore?
Brad Kane: Yep. That's why he's not here anymore. Does that make you sad?
She shakes her head.
Lacey Kane: He a poopie head!
Brad Kane: You're right, Mike is one giant poopie head. Do you know what we do with giant poopie heads?
Lacey Kane: Flush 'em down the toilet?
Brad smirks, shaking his head. Lacey looks at him with a great curiousity on her mind.
Brad Kane: We have to break up the giant poopie first before we flush it. That's what daddy is gonna do to Unky Mike over the next few weeks. He has a lot of breaking up to do because Unky Mike is the biggest poopie head in the world!
Lacey giggles, Brad sitting down on her bed. He sets her down, smile on his face. Lacey has her own bedroom now, well with everyone moved out of the place. The blanket gets pulled up to her face, teddy bear in her grasp.
Brad Kane: When daddy comes home, he's gonna take his Lacey out for a happy meal because she knows that Unky Mike is a big poopie head.
Lacey Kane: Yay! Happy Meal!
Brad Kane: Now go to bed honey and be good for Aunt Freya and Unky Joe. Be careful too, Aunt Freya is having a ton of mood swings right now because she has a baby growin' inside her too.
She nods her head, understanding before slowly shutting her eyes. Brad kisses his daughter's forehead before standing up, leaving the room. A contented sigh escapes from his mouth, Freya standing in his way.
Freya Ragnal: Listen, I know Mike has been a huge asshole but please, don't kill him. He's a jerk for what he did but you have to understand that he's just as unbalanced as we are.
Brad Kane: I know sis. We're all smurfed in the head.
Freya laughs, nodding her head.
Freya Ragnal: Good luck against Ricky, I'll be cheering for ya when I watch it tomorrow night. Already got it ordered and everything.
Brad Kane: Well you're helping me to get paid, thanks. Have fun.
Freya Ragnal: You too and remember, Spike has a family too, not just you.
Brad had already turned around by the time Freya had said those words. He doesn't acknowledge what she just said but knows its true. For all of his hate that he harbors against Michael Kane, he can't completely destroy his brother. Not when he has a wife and child. No matter though, Brad doesn't really care right now. He just wants to board his plane, have another mile high club adventure with Megan and beat the tar out of Ricky Johnson before frying the bigger fish.
No matter the case, this is where I need to show that I still have it. Even after my long lay off, I know that people still think that I'm going to up and leave if I happen to lose a match because it'll "bruise my ego." People will think if I don't get my way that I'll take my ball and go home.
Not anymore.
You see, everyone, I'm here and I don't plan on going anywhere unless my life forces me to. You all know that I have some very young children and that's cool, love 'em to death. This is where they need to see me though. I know I've said it before that I want my son, my boy, to be a second generation wrestler. I want my daughters to be able to do whatever they want to do with their lives. This is my showing them that there's always something in life that's worth chasing, worth pursuing.
My pursuit, right now as you all know, is my brother. I use that term loosely because he's been anything but a brother to me since the day we were born. A few memories have come back to me from that time, how he used to try to pin all of his stuff on me. How he'd always hog the video games or what we'd watch on TV. Its like that Michael needs the attention always on him. I'd do something to make dad proud and Mike would have to top it.
Its the same way now. I come back to nCw a little bit after he does and what does he do? He has to turn on me and beat me down. So guess what? Now people are talking about how Michael beat up poor little Bradley again, lets all focus on Michael because he's surely the superior Kane!
Bullsmurf.
Yes, I said smurf, Family Guy owns you. Michael is in no way better then I am. Michael isn't some god, some hero that people can look up to. Like I told Rob Diamond, he's a snake. Michael Kane is nothing but a snake and I think I've finally come to terms with that fact. I will never have a brother, just a little sister.
So you see how this wouldaffect my match against Ricky Johnson on Sunday. As I've said a few times before, this isn't about some number one contender deal, no matter how much I would love it to be. You are my point Rick and nothing more. You are a point for me to make against Michael, to show him that his little twin brother is just as "xtreme" as he is. Long before I knew Michael as the so called God of the Xtreme, people were calling me a certain name.
You know it by now.
Ricky Johnson your death date is September 13th, 2009. I don't know if you have any children that can have your legacy of life live on or not. That doesn't much concern me. You're just the first victim in my path and I know I've said that before. I realize I'm repeating myself and starting to sound like a broken record but sometimes, we have to hammer home the point as many times as we possibly can.
Sunday night, I hope you bring a tombstone down to the ring with you Rick and have it already engraved. Because you know what the survey says?
You're dead."
-----
Bags are packed and on the giant master bed that belongs to Brad and Megan Kane. The two are running around their room, getting all the final prep work done before they head off to Battle Grounds. Brad has his wrestling bag slung over his shoulder, suitcase in his other hand. Megan though, she's almost running around half naked, only dressed in a pair of jeans and a bra right now. She looks like a chicken with her head cut off. Brad leans against the wall, watching his wife's boob bounce up and down as she tries to finish getting packed and put a shirt on.
Brad Kane: You could easily make jogging a spectator sport, you know that?
Megan stops and thinks about what he said for a moment. All of a sudden, a chill creeps across her top half, realizing her shirt still isn't on. A hint of embarrassment is on her face, cheeks flushed red. Megan grabs a pink t-shirt and barely puts it over her body. It's rather tight and doesn't leave much to Brad's imagination.
Brad Kane: And when did you start wearing Lacey's shirts?
Megan Kane: Oh shut up! We need to get our rear's in gear before we miss our taxi!
Brad Kane: I'm very well aware of that but our flight still doesn't leave for a couple of hours. We have plenty of time to take our clothes off and fool around a little bit.
She stops in her tracks, glaring at her husband. Brad looks away, not wanting to get the stare of death.
Megan Kane: Bradley, we are not having sex before we leave. Your sister and Joe are already here, ready to take care of the kids for us. Don't need them walking in on us now do we?
Brad Kane: No, I suppose not. Either way, that shirt is just dead sexy on you honey.
There's the smile that Brad loves to see. Megan gives him a quick peck on the cheek before opening their bedroom door. Standing there happens to be Lacey, dressed in her pajamas. Its way past her bedtime but she looks sad.
Lacey Kane: I wanna go...
A sad expression is on Brad's face before he kneels down and looks his oldest right in her hazel eyes.
Brad Kane: Lacey you can't go with mommy and daddy this time. There is too much for me to worry about just having mommy with me.
Lacey Kane: Why?
The sadness is replaced with more of an annoyed look right now. Megan giggles, taking their stuff out of the room where Joe Ragnal waits to help hauling their bags down stairs. Brad picks up Lacey, heading off to her room.
Brad Kane: Well your Unky Mike is a mean man. He hurt daddy and mommy a couple of weeks ago pretty badly.
Lacey Kane: That why he not here anymore?
Brad Kane: Yep. That's why he's not here anymore. Does that make you sad?
She shakes her head.
Lacey Kane: He a poopie head!
Brad Kane: You're right, Mike is one giant poopie head. Do you know what we do with giant poopie heads?
Lacey Kane: Flush 'em down the toilet?
Brad smirks, shaking his head. Lacey looks at him with a great curiousity on her mind.
Brad Kane: We have to break up the giant poopie first before we flush it. That's what daddy is gonna do to Unky Mike over the next few weeks. He has a lot of breaking up to do because Unky Mike is the biggest poopie head in the world!
Lacey giggles, Brad sitting down on her bed. He sets her down, smile on his face. Lacey has her own bedroom now, well with everyone moved out of the place. The blanket gets pulled up to her face, teddy bear in her grasp.
Brad Kane: When daddy comes home, he's gonna take his Lacey out for a happy meal because she knows that Unky Mike is a big poopie head.
Lacey Kane: Yay! Happy Meal!
Brad Kane: Now go to bed honey and be good for Aunt Freya and Unky Joe. Be careful too, Aunt Freya is having a ton of mood swings right now because she has a baby growin' inside her too.
She nods her head, understanding before slowly shutting her eyes. Brad kisses his daughter's forehead before standing up, leaving the room. A contented sigh escapes from his mouth, Freya standing in his way.
Freya Ragnal: Listen, I know Mike has been a huge asshole but please, don't kill him. He's a jerk for what he did but you have to understand that he's just as unbalanced as we are.
Brad Kane: I know sis. We're all smurfed in the head.
Freya laughs, nodding her head.
Freya Ragnal: Good luck against Ricky, I'll be cheering for ya when I watch it tomorrow night. Already got it ordered and everything.
Brad Kane: Well you're helping me to get paid, thanks. Have fun.
Freya Ragnal: You too and remember, Spike has a family too, not just you.
Brad had already turned around by the time Freya had said those words. He doesn't acknowledge what she just said but knows its true. For all of his hate that he harbors against Michael Kane, he can't completely destroy his brother. Not when he has a wife and child. No matter though, Brad doesn't really care right now. He just wants to board his plane, have another mile high club adventure with Megan and beat the tar out of Ricky Johnson before frying the bigger fish.
