Post by Speede on Apr 13, 2012 14:11:05 GMT -5
Roy Speede is sitting in his locker room, thinking about his upcoming match against Brad Kane at XIII. On the table is a can of Pepsi that has been opened, and by the lack of moisture stuck to the can, one might guess that it’s empty, but Speede picks it up and downs it before tossing it over his head behind him. The sound of it landing in the trashcan can be heard. He cracks a grin and chuckles softly before starting to speak.
Roy Speede: ”So I guess this is the part where Brad Kane, and pretty much everybody else, expects me to get down on my knees and beg for mercy from the guy who’s been through hell outside of the ring lately and wants to put someone else through it in the ring, right? Well, something tells me that it won’t happen. I don’t want to make any assumptions, but Brad Kane’s mind isn’t where it ought to be for this match. Honestly I feel sorry for the guy, but this isn’t the time to talk about sympathy.
I feel bad for Kane; after all, he couldn’t get the job done in bed because of his wrestling career, and his girl went and found someone who could behind his back. Yeah, it wasn’t a one-time thing, but a repeat offense, and it led to the two of them getting a divorce, and I don’t even want to guess how they handled the situation with their... shit, what was it, seven kids? eight? I didn’t bother to count or do research to figure out how many it is, but that guy has way too many of them to be worried about wrestling in that ring, that’s for damned sure.
As for his ex-wife, I’ll be honest, she sounds like a whore to me. I seriously think, that if it was as bad as the media and Brad Kane have made this out to be, she’s a divorced version of Shannan Lerch. But that’s beside the point; the point is, that Brad Kane is better off without her in my eyes, and I think this could end up being the wakeup call that bitch needs, losing a respectable, hard-working husband like the one she had.
Okay, yeah, I’ll be honest, last time we met, I learned a thing or two about that guy, and I’ve come to respect him over the last eleven months. He’s as passionate for the wrestling business as anybody I’ve ever seen, but does that mean that I’m going to take it easy on him or let him win? You could bet your ass it doesn’t. It just gives me the motivation I need to win this match, and gives me the state of mind that I am going to do whatever it takes to make him scream those two words that he made my cousin scream eleven months ago, when we fought at XIII in 2011.
To me, there’s no such thing as mercy. I understand he’s going through a rough patch, but he has to suck it up and deal with it. Just because he’s a loving wife short of a happy family doesn’t mean I’m not going to do anything and everything to defeat the man that put my cousin’s career on hold for what has been the longest and most aggravating eleven months of Alex Haden’s life. For the love of god, I-“
Roy’s phone rings. He glances down at it and answers it. On the other end of the line is Alex Haden, Roy’s cousin. Roy puts the phone on speaker.
Roy Speede: “Hey, Alex, what’s up bro?”
Alex Haden: “Not too much. I just saw the match card for your big Thirteen match! You’re up against Brad Kane, dude! How the hell did you manage to get yourself into this one?”
Roy Speede: “I requested the match personally.”
Alex Haden: “What? Why the hell would you do that? You’re in a fucking Master of Horrors match, dude! God dammit, dude, you’re going to get yourself killed by this guy!”
Roy Speede: “Oh, would you relax already? I’m not the pathetic little bastard I was a year ago, dude. I’m a much more capable athlete and fighter than I was a year ago, and I’ve developed my skills a lot better than the level they were at last year.”
Alex Haden: “Well why Brad Kane? Is this for revenge, Roy? You know how terrible you did last time you fought a match to get revenge! What the hell is the bright idea?”
Roy Speede: “This isn’t about revenge, Alex. This match is all about one thing; this match is about respect. Last time we fought, Brad Kane showed me why he deserves my respect; this time, it’s my turn to step up to the plate and show him just what it means to truly deserve your opponent’s respect, and I’m going to do that by making him moan and bitch and cry out in pain until he screams the words ‘I Quit’. It’s nothing even remotely involving revenge. Besides, do you think I’m scared of the Master of Horrors match or something? I was in a barbed wire ropes death match last year, and like two and a half weeks ago was all the further back it was that I fought in a falls count anywhere match that took us who the hell followed all the where it went? I’m not worried about this match at all, dude.”
Alex Haden: “You can’t be serious, Roy! Brad Kane will fucking kill you!”
Roy Speede: “He’d damn well have to nearly kill me to get me to give up. You know me, Alex. I’m not a pushover, and if he wants to make my life a living hell like he did yours, I’m going to make him rue the day he convinced Corey Black to make this match a Master of Horrors match.”
Alex Haden: “Okay, so that wasn’t your plan. Good to know you haven’t turned into a complete psycho like most of the guys in that locker room.”
Roy Speede: “Oh, no, Alex, that’s where it’s completely brilliant. I’m in the mental state right now where my match with Brad Kane is my sole focus. I don’t have a girl to worry about like I normally would, and I don’t have to worry about protecting you from getting the shit beat out of yourself. As far as I’m concerned, I’m as focused on this match as I’ve ever been for any in my life. I’m more zoned in on defeating Brad Kane and making him mutter the two words no wrestler wants to have to say, while he’s more worried about inflicting pain and letting out the anger built up inside him.”
Alex Haden: “Alright, well I’ve got to go. I was just calling to wish you luck in your match. I’ll talk to you later.”
Roy Speede: “Alright, thanks. Peace bro.”
Roy hangs up the phone and glances back up at the camera.
Roy Speede: “Brad Kane, you think you’re something special, don’t you? You’re a Hall-of-Famer, two time World Champion and holder of a shitload of other belts including most recently a tag team title reign with my own archenemy, Super FPV, and you’ve been going at it for what, six years now? Seven? Either way, I’m not going to let your previous accolades be a distraction; sure, the World Championship is something I’ve yet o accomplish in my career, but hell, I’m the United States champion right this minute, and if you think for a single second that I’m going to give up so you can get your hands on this belt, you’re sorely mistaken. And when I say sorely, I mean very fucking sorely.
Honestly, I don’t see how either of us is going to go through this match without facing a world of hurt, and I’ve come to accept that. I understand that, and I’m going to use that as fuel to the fire to tell myself just how badly I need to win this match because, like it or not I’m going to take a beating in this match. I’m just going to make for damned sure that I dish out a lot more pain than I have to take from you, Bradley. You and the structure you made for this type of massacre and made yourself famous within is going to be the very structure with which I finally silence all the critics that say I can’t beat you.
Your ex-wife isn’t a factor to me. She’s the topic of a lot of controversy right now, and she’s all you can see in your eyes when you go to sleep at night; you envision yourself beating the living Christ out of her for what she’s done to you, and you envision yourself in getting your revenge on her. You’re going to go into this match not looking at your opponent, Roy Speede, but you’re going into this match picturing me as her. I know exactly how your mind is working, in this, Brad, and your rage is going to result in a lot of mistakes on your part. Your anger is going to fuel a lot of frustration and anger, and it’s going to result in you losing this match.
I know, I know, that’s exactly what you expect to hear, and I know exactly what’s running through your mind. You want me to just shut the fuck up and go away until the match starts, and then you want me to be your fuckin’ punching bag for a while until I decide I’ve had enough and scream out, ‘I Quit’. Sorry, Brad, that’s not happening. I promised myself after the last time that I would never give up again, and that I would never submit a loss to anybody else, and that especially includes you. I promised myself I wasn’t going to let you intimidate me, and that declaration stands.
I’m going to walk down to that ring, look you in the eyes, and tell you straight up that I’m not going to be an easy victory for you, but you probably already know that, or if you don’t, you could care less. All you care about right now is taking out that anger on the next human being to set foot in that ring against you, and that person is me. Too bad for you, however, that I’m not going to serve as your little whipping boy or your little stress release dummy; you could find one of those in Logan’s closet a lot easier, but this isn’t about Logan. This is about you and me, one on one, inside the most dangerous structure to date that I’ve seen.
Yeah, I know, I’ve got a match in three weeks against your former tag champion partner, FPV, but I’m not looking any further ahead than this Friday, Kane. I’m looking toward our match, and I’m setting myself a personal goal of making sure I make it to Aftermath the United States Champion, and that means that I’m going to have to get through you and make you hurt like you’ve never hurt before.
That’s right, I’ve heard it all before. ‘Brad Kane will never give up.’ ‘Brad Kane is one of the best wrestlers in WCF history. He’s going to kill you.’ It doesn’t intimidate me one single bit. I’ve heard the hype, and I’ve seen first-hand why you’re one of the most hyped wrestlers in the Wrestling Championship Federation; after all, you’re a goddamned hall of famer, and nobody gets into the hall without a good reason to. The question is, are you going to live up to the hype in one of the most vicious matches possible, or are you all talk?
The answer, in my eyes, is the latter. You couldn’t live up to the hype without literally breaking me in half and forcing me to kiss my own ass, and doing so would require a great bit more focus and determination than I think you’re going to be able to bring to the table. After all, you’re determined to hurt me, make me suffer, and inflict pain. You’re not focused on living up to any hype, and you couldn’t give a damn whether you won or not. You’d like to, I’m sure, but who the hell wouldn’t? Let me tell you this right now, Kane. You’re not going to make me quit. I’m not going to forfeit you a victory because your ex-wife cheated on you and got a divorce.
What I am going to do, though, is I’m going to give you a fucking chance, and not count you out completely. After all, you and Gravedigger beat me last time when I was too sure I was going to win. I’ve got to let myself realize the true potential you have to break me and shatter me like you did last time; the horrible truth is, I do realize it, but I’m not going to let it happen. I’m not doing this for you, Kane. I’m not doing this for me. I’m not even doing this for the fans. I’m doing this for the sake of all three of the above, and I assure you that, without a hint of doubt in my mind, I will win, and I will show you exactly how this sickening, dark, twisted match has a Silver Lining.
You’ll get your anger out and probably make me wish I were dead. I know that’s going to happen. But I know, too, that I’m going to make you wish you were dead even more, as if you didn’t wish that already. I’m going to make you miserable, Brad, and I’m going to make you see why it is that you’re foolish not to respect me as the wrestler I am and as the opponent I am. I’m going to show you exactly why it is that I am the United States Champion, and I’m going to make you say ‘I Quit’.
There’s no escape, Brad. You signed up for this match yourself. It’s your fault you’re going to go through this pain, and it’s your defeat that will assure me that I will walk out of this match with that belt I walk into the match with. I’m going to show you which of is really the Master of Horrors here, Reckless Jack. I’m going to show you why I deserve the respect you have for so long refused me, and whether you like it or not, it will be I who gets this win. But for now, enjoy the anticipation, Brad! See you in Japan!”
The scene fades to black.
Roy Speede: ”So I guess this is the part where Brad Kane, and pretty much everybody else, expects me to get down on my knees and beg for mercy from the guy who’s been through hell outside of the ring lately and wants to put someone else through it in the ring, right? Well, something tells me that it won’t happen. I don’t want to make any assumptions, but Brad Kane’s mind isn’t where it ought to be for this match. Honestly I feel sorry for the guy, but this isn’t the time to talk about sympathy.
I feel bad for Kane; after all, he couldn’t get the job done in bed because of his wrestling career, and his girl went and found someone who could behind his back. Yeah, it wasn’t a one-time thing, but a repeat offense, and it led to the two of them getting a divorce, and I don’t even want to guess how they handled the situation with their... shit, what was it, seven kids? eight? I didn’t bother to count or do research to figure out how many it is, but that guy has way too many of them to be worried about wrestling in that ring, that’s for damned sure.
As for his ex-wife, I’ll be honest, she sounds like a whore to me. I seriously think, that if it was as bad as the media and Brad Kane have made this out to be, she’s a divorced version of Shannan Lerch. But that’s beside the point; the point is, that Brad Kane is better off without her in my eyes, and I think this could end up being the wakeup call that bitch needs, losing a respectable, hard-working husband like the one she had.
Okay, yeah, I’ll be honest, last time we met, I learned a thing or two about that guy, and I’ve come to respect him over the last eleven months. He’s as passionate for the wrestling business as anybody I’ve ever seen, but does that mean that I’m going to take it easy on him or let him win? You could bet your ass it doesn’t. It just gives me the motivation I need to win this match, and gives me the state of mind that I am going to do whatever it takes to make him scream those two words that he made my cousin scream eleven months ago, when we fought at XIII in 2011.
To me, there’s no such thing as mercy. I understand he’s going through a rough patch, but he has to suck it up and deal with it. Just because he’s a loving wife short of a happy family doesn’t mean I’m not going to do anything and everything to defeat the man that put my cousin’s career on hold for what has been the longest and most aggravating eleven months of Alex Haden’s life. For the love of god, I-“
Roy’s phone rings. He glances down at it and answers it. On the other end of the line is Alex Haden, Roy’s cousin. Roy puts the phone on speaker.
Roy Speede: “Hey, Alex, what’s up bro?”
Alex Haden: “Not too much. I just saw the match card for your big Thirteen match! You’re up against Brad Kane, dude! How the hell did you manage to get yourself into this one?”
Roy Speede: “I requested the match personally.”
Alex Haden: “What? Why the hell would you do that? You’re in a fucking Master of Horrors match, dude! God dammit, dude, you’re going to get yourself killed by this guy!”
Roy Speede: “Oh, would you relax already? I’m not the pathetic little bastard I was a year ago, dude. I’m a much more capable athlete and fighter than I was a year ago, and I’ve developed my skills a lot better than the level they were at last year.”
Alex Haden: “Well why Brad Kane? Is this for revenge, Roy? You know how terrible you did last time you fought a match to get revenge! What the hell is the bright idea?”
Roy Speede: “This isn’t about revenge, Alex. This match is all about one thing; this match is about respect. Last time we fought, Brad Kane showed me why he deserves my respect; this time, it’s my turn to step up to the plate and show him just what it means to truly deserve your opponent’s respect, and I’m going to do that by making him moan and bitch and cry out in pain until he screams the words ‘I Quit’. It’s nothing even remotely involving revenge. Besides, do you think I’m scared of the Master of Horrors match or something? I was in a barbed wire ropes death match last year, and like two and a half weeks ago was all the further back it was that I fought in a falls count anywhere match that took us who the hell followed all the where it went? I’m not worried about this match at all, dude.”
Alex Haden: “You can’t be serious, Roy! Brad Kane will fucking kill you!”
Roy Speede: “He’d damn well have to nearly kill me to get me to give up. You know me, Alex. I’m not a pushover, and if he wants to make my life a living hell like he did yours, I’m going to make him rue the day he convinced Corey Black to make this match a Master of Horrors match.”
Alex Haden: “Okay, so that wasn’t your plan. Good to know you haven’t turned into a complete psycho like most of the guys in that locker room.”
Roy Speede: “Oh, no, Alex, that’s where it’s completely brilliant. I’m in the mental state right now where my match with Brad Kane is my sole focus. I don’t have a girl to worry about like I normally would, and I don’t have to worry about protecting you from getting the shit beat out of yourself. As far as I’m concerned, I’m as focused on this match as I’ve ever been for any in my life. I’m more zoned in on defeating Brad Kane and making him mutter the two words no wrestler wants to have to say, while he’s more worried about inflicting pain and letting out the anger built up inside him.”
Alex Haden: “Alright, well I’ve got to go. I was just calling to wish you luck in your match. I’ll talk to you later.”
Roy Speede: “Alright, thanks. Peace bro.”
Roy hangs up the phone and glances back up at the camera.
Roy Speede: “Brad Kane, you think you’re something special, don’t you? You’re a Hall-of-Famer, two time World Champion and holder of a shitload of other belts including most recently a tag team title reign with my own archenemy, Super FPV, and you’ve been going at it for what, six years now? Seven? Either way, I’m not going to let your previous accolades be a distraction; sure, the World Championship is something I’ve yet o accomplish in my career, but hell, I’m the United States champion right this minute, and if you think for a single second that I’m going to give up so you can get your hands on this belt, you’re sorely mistaken. And when I say sorely, I mean very fucking sorely.
Honestly, I don’t see how either of us is going to go through this match without facing a world of hurt, and I’ve come to accept that. I understand that, and I’m going to use that as fuel to the fire to tell myself just how badly I need to win this match because, like it or not I’m going to take a beating in this match. I’m just going to make for damned sure that I dish out a lot more pain than I have to take from you, Bradley. You and the structure you made for this type of massacre and made yourself famous within is going to be the very structure with which I finally silence all the critics that say I can’t beat you.
Your ex-wife isn’t a factor to me. She’s the topic of a lot of controversy right now, and she’s all you can see in your eyes when you go to sleep at night; you envision yourself beating the living Christ out of her for what she’s done to you, and you envision yourself in getting your revenge on her. You’re going to go into this match not looking at your opponent, Roy Speede, but you’re going into this match picturing me as her. I know exactly how your mind is working, in this, Brad, and your rage is going to result in a lot of mistakes on your part. Your anger is going to fuel a lot of frustration and anger, and it’s going to result in you losing this match.
I know, I know, that’s exactly what you expect to hear, and I know exactly what’s running through your mind. You want me to just shut the fuck up and go away until the match starts, and then you want me to be your fuckin’ punching bag for a while until I decide I’ve had enough and scream out, ‘I Quit’. Sorry, Brad, that’s not happening. I promised myself after the last time that I would never give up again, and that I would never submit a loss to anybody else, and that especially includes you. I promised myself I wasn’t going to let you intimidate me, and that declaration stands.
I’m going to walk down to that ring, look you in the eyes, and tell you straight up that I’m not going to be an easy victory for you, but you probably already know that, or if you don’t, you could care less. All you care about right now is taking out that anger on the next human being to set foot in that ring against you, and that person is me. Too bad for you, however, that I’m not going to serve as your little whipping boy or your little stress release dummy; you could find one of those in Logan’s closet a lot easier, but this isn’t about Logan. This is about you and me, one on one, inside the most dangerous structure to date that I’ve seen.
Yeah, I know, I’ve got a match in three weeks against your former tag champion partner, FPV, but I’m not looking any further ahead than this Friday, Kane. I’m looking toward our match, and I’m setting myself a personal goal of making sure I make it to Aftermath the United States Champion, and that means that I’m going to have to get through you and make you hurt like you’ve never hurt before.
That’s right, I’ve heard it all before. ‘Brad Kane will never give up.’ ‘Brad Kane is one of the best wrestlers in WCF history. He’s going to kill you.’ It doesn’t intimidate me one single bit. I’ve heard the hype, and I’ve seen first-hand why you’re one of the most hyped wrestlers in the Wrestling Championship Federation; after all, you’re a goddamned hall of famer, and nobody gets into the hall without a good reason to. The question is, are you going to live up to the hype in one of the most vicious matches possible, or are you all talk?
The answer, in my eyes, is the latter. You couldn’t live up to the hype without literally breaking me in half and forcing me to kiss my own ass, and doing so would require a great bit more focus and determination than I think you’re going to be able to bring to the table. After all, you’re determined to hurt me, make me suffer, and inflict pain. You’re not focused on living up to any hype, and you couldn’t give a damn whether you won or not. You’d like to, I’m sure, but who the hell wouldn’t? Let me tell you this right now, Kane. You’re not going to make me quit. I’m not going to forfeit you a victory because your ex-wife cheated on you and got a divorce.
What I am going to do, though, is I’m going to give you a fucking chance, and not count you out completely. After all, you and Gravedigger beat me last time when I was too sure I was going to win. I’ve got to let myself realize the true potential you have to break me and shatter me like you did last time; the horrible truth is, I do realize it, but I’m not going to let it happen. I’m not doing this for you, Kane. I’m not doing this for me. I’m not even doing this for the fans. I’m doing this for the sake of all three of the above, and I assure you that, without a hint of doubt in my mind, I will win, and I will show you exactly how this sickening, dark, twisted match has a Silver Lining.
You’ll get your anger out and probably make me wish I were dead. I know that’s going to happen. But I know, too, that I’m going to make you wish you were dead even more, as if you didn’t wish that already. I’m going to make you miserable, Brad, and I’m going to make you see why it is that you’re foolish not to respect me as the wrestler I am and as the opponent I am. I’m going to show you exactly why it is that I am the United States Champion, and I’m going to make you say ‘I Quit’.
There’s no escape, Brad. You signed up for this match yourself. It’s your fault you’re going to go through this pain, and it’s your defeat that will assure me that I will walk out of this match with that belt I walk into the match with. I’m going to show you which of is really the Master of Horrors here, Reckless Jack. I’m going to show you why I deserve the respect you have for so long refused me, and whether you like it or not, it will be I who gets this win. But for now, enjoy the anticipation, Brad! See you in Japan!”
The scene fades to black.
