Post by whysoserious on Feb 10, 2009 16:06:35 GMT -5
And the greatest injustice of the newest incarnation of Wrestling Championship Federation has now been fixed. It felt great to pin those shoulders of Corey Black to the mat before rising to my feet, celebrating another win against him. That brings the entire series to what, seven to three? Something like that, pretty sure I stopped keeping track after you beat me earlier.
Oh and to answer your question, Zach Davis, the reason why I named my pumphandle uranage as such is a simple reason. Its initials. I realize its quite the mouthful and all but it used to just be known at the CBK which was quite easier for someone in your position. Just wanted to give a bit more to the name. About does it, hope that helps you Mr. Davis and the rest of the announcing crew here in WCF.
Now its time for the greatest rematch since an out of shape wrestler and a noose, Brad Kane vs. Logan. Its been quite a while since we stepped into the ring against one another in singles competition. I believe it was Revenge back in November of two thousand and six. Quite a long time ago. Both of us have differed since then too. The first change is obvious, I'm no longer Reckless Jack. I'm not the man who flies around the ring anymore, choosing a more safe and methodical route.
Difference two is another simple one. I'm more experienced the what I was the last time we faced. I've watched our matches from Slam, from Payback, from the first XIII and from Revenge, looking for any thing to help me out. We just go together in the ring or we did at least...
With the way you are now, that might be a bit of a problem...
Look at yourself, you fat old bastard. All it took was one sixty four ounce bottle of ketchup to make you cry in horror. The shrieks are still echoing in my mind as I gleefully sprayed the entire bottle on that hot dog filled stomach of yours. Then I felt the need to take it a step further by putting that hot dog into your mouth and forcing you to eat it.
You see Logan, I love ketchup on my hot dogs. It sets off the natural flavor of the dog, making it slide down so easily. Mustard, on the other hand, is only reserved for commie scum and old washed up has beens such as yourself. Then again, you might be a commie. Either way, ketchup is greater then mustard.
Just like how Brad Kane is better then Logan.
And on Slam next Monday night, I'll be retaining my United States Title against you, Captain Fatass. I shudder to think of what might happen if you win this title. You'll probably pawn it for some hot dog money. I won't allow that to happen. This title is my legacy and I refuse to let you win it, sir.
Monday Night Slam, Brad Kane vs. Logan in round five and this time, its personal.
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You okay daddy?
Middle of the afternoon as Brad Kane is in bed, covers pulled up to his face as he slowly opens up his eyes. There stands Lacey as she looks concerned. Brad looks like hell, almost as if he's sick today as he coughs. Lacey hops up next to him as she has a book in her hands.
No, daddy is sick today.
That doesn't quite register with her as she holds out the book.
You read to me?
I'm sorry honey but I need to rest. See if Uncle Joe or Uncle Mike will read to you today.
With a hint of disappointment in her eye, she hops down from the bed before leaving the room. Now Megan enters as she has a bowl of chicken noodle soup that looks to be homemade as Brad sits up.
I thought you might like this.
He nods his head, sitting up as he takes the bowl from his smiling, pregnant wife. Brad begins to eat, the warm soup making him feel a bit better. Megan kisses his forehead before feeling it.
You're still burning up. Did you take the cough medicine?
Yes I took it. I took it and threw the crap out the window.
Megan glares at him, not wanting that answer.
Bradley Allen Kane, if you don't take the cough medicine, I'll... I'll spit in your soup!
He snickers, not really caring.
We swap spit when we kiss so whats the big deal?
Brad got her there before she reaches into her pocket and pulls out of the medicine. Brad groans before she smirks.
Just a little tidbit, I put some in the soup. Ha ha!
He shrugs, finishing the soup before laying back down. Megan gives him another kiss before walking out of the room, letting Brad get some rest.
Oh and to answer your question, Zach Davis, the reason why I named my pumphandle uranage as such is a simple reason. Its initials. I realize its quite the mouthful and all but it used to just be known at the CBK which was quite easier for someone in your position. Just wanted to give a bit more to the name. About does it, hope that helps you Mr. Davis and the rest of the announcing crew here in WCF.
Now its time for the greatest rematch since an out of shape wrestler and a noose, Brad Kane vs. Logan. Its been quite a while since we stepped into the ring against one another in singles competition. I believe it was Revenge back in November of two thousand and six. Quite a long time ago. Both of us have differed since then too. The first change is obvious, I'm no longer Reckless Jack. I'm not the man who flies around the ring anymore, choosing a more safe and methodical route.
Difference two is another simple one. I'm more experienced the what I was the last time we faced. I've watched our matches from Slam, from Payback, from the first XIII and from Revenge, looking for any thing to help me out. We just go together in the ring or we did at least...
With the way you are now, that might be a bit of a problem...
Look at yourself, you fat old bastard. All it took was one sixty four ounce bottle of ketchup to make you cry in horror. The shrieks are still echoing in my mind as I gleefully sprayed the entire bottle on that hot dog filled stomach of yours. Then I felt the need to take it a step further by putting that hot dog into your mouth and forcing you to eat it.
You see Logan, I love ketchup on my hot dogs. It sets off the natural flavor of the dog, making it slide down so easily. Mustard, on the other hand, is only reserved for commie scum and old washed up has beens such as yourself. Then again, you might be a commie. Either way, ketchup is greater then mustard.
Just like how Brad Kane is better then Logan.
And on Slam next Monday night, I'll be retaining my United States Title against you, Captain Fatass. I shudder to think of what might happen if you win this title. You'll probably pawn it for some hot dog money. I won't allow that to happen. This title is my legacy and I refuse to let you win it, sir.
Monday Night Slam, Brad Kane vs. Logan in round five and this time, its personal.
-----
You okay daddy?
Middle of the afternoon as Brad Kane is in bed, covers pulled up to his face as he slowly opens up his eyes. There stands Lacey as she looks concerned. Brad looks like hell, almost as if he's sick today as he coughs. Lacey hops up next to him as she has a book in her hands.
No, daddy is sick today.
That doesn't quite register with her as she holds out the book.
You read to me?
I'm sorry honey but I need to rest. See if Uncle Joe or Uncle Mike will read to you today.
With a hint of disappointment in her eye, she hops down from the bed before leaving the room. Now Megan enters as she has a bowl of chicken noodle soup that looks to be homemade as Brad sits up.
I thought you might like this.
He nods his head, sitting up as he takes the bowl from his smiling, pregnant wife. Brad begins to eat, the warm soup making him feel a bit better. Megan kisses his forehead before feeling it.
You're still burning up. Did you take the cough medicine?
Yes I took it. I took it and threw the crap out the window.
Megan glares at him, not wanting that answer.
Bradley Allen Kane, if you don't take the cough medicine, I'll... I'll spit in your soup!
He snickers, not really caring.
We swap spit when we kiss so whats the big deal?
Brad got her there before she reaches into her pocket and pulls out of the medicine. Brad groans before she smirks.
Just a little tidbit, I put some in the soup. Ha ha!
He shrugs, finishing the soup before laying back down. Megan gives him another kiss before walking out of the room, letting Brad get some rest.
