Post by khardaway on Feb 17, 2009 6:11:01 GMT -5
You know, I was right on the money about XIII. Person I predicted won it, I ran off with a paycheck, and surprisingly I got the better of what I expected. Surely enough, I was crushed like a stone in about 30 seconds, but when you add three 0's after it, you are looking at what I got out of it. Enough to feed the kids for now. Enough for me to just walk to the back, grab my things and go home, back to where I belong until I figure out what to do next.
Then I got a wake up call that I shouldn't of gotten. I wake up to hear Angie tell me about what happened after I left that night. Then she showed me the footage. The little promo that Mr. Brad Kane threw down. He officially "threw down the gauntlet". He brought up something that I didn't want to associate myself with anymore. He had to dig deep into the vault and try to pinch that god damn nerve that was in my system for so long. The nerve that was just going to keep growing and growing until the doctors figured out that it was time to take it out and forget about it. It wasn't the case now, was it. Things are a little bit different now.
Heh. Different. There's a touchy word upon everybody these days. Everywhere I go, I seem to get nothing but controversy thrown upon my shoulders because, maybe I do things a tad bit differently. Maybe my opinion about a certain topic is different than others. The thing is, being different has caused me to get not only blackballed several times, but it almost ruined my career. I'm sure for those of you that read around, about 2 months ago, I said to the world that I had enough of this sport. I was done with all of the stupid politics and all of the stupid freakin' drama. I told everyone that I was going to retire from professional wrestling after 11 years of being apart of something that has changed my life. But sitting at home, watching whatever was on, I got a voice called to me...like a guardian angel of sorts.
This voice told me that if I was going to retire from professional wrestling...why? Because somebody picked on me? Because someone thought you were scum for making mistakes? EVERYBODY MAKES MISTAKES! I said that and still nobody listened to me. With the exception of that voice. Yeah, I might sound a little crazy...but, then again, I have a knack for being a little out there at times. People are human beings though. Nobody's perfect. And yet, since I fuck up something little, something that didn't mean jack shit in the long run from what's going on at next month's XIII...somebody that was mistakenly in the crosshairs, cries home to mommy and he gets what he wants.
Not only that, but somebody else was in the crosshairs. You know, I expected you to say something to me about all of the shit that went down, but I expected you to play "peacekeeper" and try to gain some respect. No. You finally just lashed out at me. You finally had enough of me from everything that happened. And you stabbed me in the back like you didn't give a fuck. Sprouting off your god damn lies.
And for the longest time, you believe that I had an ego the size of a football field. It still confuses the hell out of me on why you think that. I never had an ego. Never in my god damn life. Your supposed "ego of mine" was me trying to keep the GWC up and alive. The only reason I ran my mouth backstage was because of stupid shit. Let's travel back to Omerta again, because you can't let shit go for some reason. Let us go back, shall we.
Yeah, you and Sitar we're supposed to main event. But what in the hell did you do to build up the damn match. Because I saw nothing when I was watching Assault. I saw a little bit here and there, and you and Sitar were expecting to main event that PPV? When me and Joe Ragnal poured our hearts out to make the build for our match one of the most intense matches that you've ever seen? And yet you guys were going to get the top slot. How long was Sitar even in the GWC when that happened and how many people knew of your rivalry when that happened. I wasn't the only one who ran my mouth, Ragnal ran his mouth too. And if my memory serves right, you pretty much told Vice to switch it up with the pissiest look upon your face.
Then again, look which match was talked about more. My thoughts exactly.
That was always your thing. You always tried to outdo me because you seemed jealous. I know you won't admit it, but it's true. Look back into the XHF. I was just starting to get my name back into the damn game. But then you came along, you did a couple decent promos and everybody thought you were the new golden boy, and I was pushed back down to Nothingland where people thought I belonged. Truth is, I never belonged in XHF. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere. I tried my damndest to make a name for myself, but it was always the stoned assholes who took it all away. But I only got so far. Hell, the only reason why I won the X*Crown title was because Mongo wanted to get it off of The Ace, who was nothing more than an idiot and I was the first one who stepped up to the plate.
GWC was the first place where I truely belonged, and it wasn't because of you. Danny saw what I had in myself and I decided to see how much I could take it. It proved out to be much more than one could think. It wasn't because of you. I won the title, became the top dog there and it pissed off everybody, including you. Some didn't mind it at all, and it's sad that those people are the ones that still think i'm decent to them. But it pissed off alot of people, and you seemed to be one of them. So much that you had to do the "Road of Reckless Jack", simply because it's a story like that, that would make somebody give you the title. But even when your wish came true, reality came crashing down because somebody came back. And we all know how Danny Vice liked to roll.
And it seems to me that you're still jealous somewhat. Because you're here now, still holding a vice with somebody for what should be no reason at all. I left under my own free will at GWC because I just wanted that behind me, but you, and Burton, and Thunder, you all couldn't let it go. You had to push and push and push under my skin until you could think I crack at any little point in time. And guess what, it worked. It took me a couple months and a couple places elsewhere to finally get it out of my system, but I was all ready to just forget about it and move on.
But no, you want to end this. You want me to get inside your structure and you want to finally cripple me once and for all. All I wanted to do was go home, and even that you had to fuck up. Because let's face it. IT IS YOUR FAULT! It's your fault that my career has been in shambles now. It's your fault that you stabbed me in the back. It's all your damn fault. But you don't care...because you get to have the "rich life", you get to enjoy yourself. You're not a wrestler, Brad. You're a fucking pussy. You don't even care for the sport, all you do is just participate and laugh just because you're better than everybody else who try their hardest. You even fuck your wife at every which way possible just so you can point your finger and proclaim that you're the shit.
It just sickens me inside. God, I fucking hate you. Actually, I don't hate you, I LOATHE YOU! I hate everything you stand for. I hate everything that you've become. I hate you. I hate your cunt of a wife. I hate your spoiled brat kids. I hate your family. I hate everybody there. Do yourself a favor, and...to quote something I told you before...just do the whole entire world a favor and go all Benoit on all of them, and then hang yourself. Because you're not worth it. And come Till Death Do Us Part, i'm going to make sure that if you can't do it, I'll do it myself. And it'll start with you. Because i'm not leaving that ring until you're nothing more than a dead piece of meat in the ring.
You're right...this is it. Not just for us, but for me. I'm done with everything. I'm done here after Sunday. After I finally murder you, i'm going home. No more matches, no more bullshit, no "GWC Farewell" match that they have me booked for. Hell no, I'm not doing it. Sunday's it. And it's either kill you or kill myself. Either way, somebody's family is going to be destroyed. Tick tock, tick tock...it's ticking away on your life. If I were you, i'd tell your family that you love them before they get murdered as well.
I don't love you. Never have, never will.
Then I got a wake up call that I shouldn't of gotten. I wake up to hear Angie tell me about what happened after I left that night. Then she showed me the footage. The little promo that Mr. Brad Kane threw down. He officially "threw down the gauntlet". He brought up something that I didn't want to associate myself with anymore. He had to dig deep into the vault and try to pinch that god damn nerve that was in my system for so long. The nerve that was just going to keep growing and growing until the doctors figured out that it was time to take it out and forget about it. It wasn't the case now, was it. Things are a little bit different now.
Heh. Different. There's a touchy word upon everybody these days. Everywhere I go, I seem to get nothing but controversy thrown upon my shoulders because, maybe I do things a tad bit differently. Maybe my opinion about a certain topic is different than others. The thing is, being different has caused me to get not only blackballed several times, but it almost ruined my career. I'm sure for those of you that read around, about 2 months ago, I said to the world that I had enough of this sport. I was done with all of the stupid politics and all of the stupid freakin' drama. I told everyone that I was going to retire from professional wrestling after 11 years of being apart of something that has changed my life. But sitting at home, watching whatever was on, I got a voice called to me...like a guardian angel of sorts.
This voice told me that if I was going to retire from professional wrestling...why? Because somebody picked on me? Because someone thought you were scum for making mistakes? EVERYBODY MAKES MISTAKES! I said that and still nobody listened to me. With the exception of that voice. Yeah, I might sound a little crazy...but, then again, I have a knack for being a little out there at times. People are human beings though. Nobody's perfect. And yet, since I fuck up something little, something that didn't mean jack shit in the long run from what's going on at next month's XIII...somebody that was mistakenly in the crosshairs, cries home to mommy and he gets what he wants.
Not only that, but somebody else was in the crosshairs. You know, I expected you to say something to me about all of the shit that went down, but I expected you to play "peacekeeper" and try to gain some respect. No. You finally just lashed out at me. You finally had enough of me from everything that happened. And you stabbed me in the back like you didn't give a fuck. Sprouting off your god damn lies.
And for the longest time, you believe that I had an ego the size of a football field. It still confuses the hell out of me on why you think that. I never had an ego. Never in my god damn life. Your supposed "ego of mine" was me trying to keep the GWC up and alive. The only reason I ran my mouth backstage was because of stupid shit. Let's travel back to Omerta again, because you can't let shit go for some reason. Let us go back, shall we.
Yeah, you and Sitar we're supposed to main event. But what in the hell did you do to build up the damn match. Because I saw nothing when I was watching Assault. I saw a little bit here and there, and you and Sitar were expecting to main event that PPV? When me and Joe Ragnal poured our hearts out to make the build for our match one of the most intense matches that you've ever seen? And yet you guys were going to get the top slot. How long was Sitar even in the GWC when that happened and how many people knew of your rivalry when that happened. I wasn't the only one who ran my mouth, Ragnal ran his mouth too. And if my memory serves right, you pretty much told Vice to switch it up with the pissiest look upon your face.
Then again, look which match was talked about more. My thoughts exactly.
That was always your thing. You always tried to outdo me because you seemed jealous. I know you won't admit it, but it's true. Look back into the XHF. I was just starting to get my name back into the damn game. But then you came along, you did a couple decent promos and everybody thought you were the new golden boy, and I was pushed back down to Nothingland where people thought I belonged. Truth is, I never belonged in XHF. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere. I tried my damndest to make a name for myself, but it was always the stoned assholes who took it all away. But I only got so far. Hell, the only reason why I won the X*Crown title was because Mongo wanted to get it off of The Ace, who was nothing more than an idiot and I was the first one who stepped up to the plate.
GWC was the first place where I truely belonged, and it wasn't because of you. Danny saw what I had in myself and I decided to see how much I could take it. It proved out to be much more than one could think. It wasn't because of you. I won the title, became the top dog there and it pissed off everybody, including you. Some didn't mind it at all, and it's sad that those people are the ones that still think i'm decent to them. But it pissed off alot of people, and you seemed to be one of them. So much that you had to do the "Road of Reckless Jack", simply because it's a story like that, that would make somebody give you the title. But even when your wish came true, reality came crashing down because somebody came back. And we all know how Danny Vice liked to roll.
And it seems to me that you're still jealous somewhat. Because you're here now, still holding a vice with somebody for what should be no reason at all. I left under my own free will at GWC because I just wanted that behind me, but you, and Burton, and Thunder, you all couldn't let it go. You had to push and push and push under my skin until you could think I crack at any little point in time. And guess what, it worked. It took me a couple months and a couple places elsewhere to finally get it out of my system, but I was all ready to just forget about it and move on.
But no, you want to end this. You want me to get inside your structure and you want to finally cripple me once and for all. All I wanted to do was go home, and even that you had to fuck up. Because let's face it. IT IS YOUR FAULT! It's your fault that my career has been in shambles now. It's your fault that you stabbed me in the back. It's all your damn fault. But you don't care...because you get to have the "rich life", you get to enjoy yourself. You're not a wrestler, Brad. You're a fucking pussy. You don't even care for the sport, all you do is just participate and laugh just because you're better than everybody else who try their hardest. You even fuck your wife at every which way possible just so you can point your finger and proclaim that you're the shit.
It just sickens me inside. God, I fucking hate you. Actually, I don't hate you, I LOATHE YOU! I hate everything you stand for. I hate everything that you've become. I hate you. I hate your cunt of a wife. I hate your spoiled brat kids. I hate your family. I hate everybody there. Do yourself a favor, and...to quote something I told you before...just do the whole entire world a favor and go all Benoit on all of them, and then hang yourself. Because you're not worth it. And come Till Death Do Us Part, i'm going to make sure that if you can't do it, I'll do it myself. And it'll start with you. Because i'm not leaving that ring until you're nothing more than a dead piece of meat in the ring.
You're right...this is it. Not just for us, but for me. I'm done with everything. I'm done here after Sunday. After I finally murder you, i'm going home. No more matches, no more bullshit, no "GWC Farewell" match that they have me booked for. Hell no, I'm not doing it. Sunday's it. And it's either kill you or kill myself. Either way, somebody's family is going to be destroyed. Tick tock, tick tock...it's ticking away on your life. If I were you, i'd tell your family that you love them before they get murdered as well.
I don't love you. Never have, never will.
