Post by whysoserious on Mar 23, 2009 22:22:33 GMT -5
That felt great. Kicking Torture directly in his smug face while he was helpless to do a damn thing, it was just, it was a release. Seeing him bloody, bruised at my own two hands is something I'll never forget because the better part of two and a half years, I've been waiting for this moment. Since Aftermath back in 2006, the only other time Torture and I have stepped into the ring against one another, I've been waiting to get into the middle of that ring against him again.
Since that night at Aftermath and we crashed through the table, Torture mustering the strength to sling his arm over my shoulders to pin me, it's something that hasn't left my mind. This loss, to him, is burning away at me like a virus. It eats away at my soul and I'm getting to the point where I don't know if I want to laugh or cry because of the situation. We know what happened after that loss where I was a little bitch and claimed I had a sprained neck. We all know that was a lie.
I'll be honest, I thought I should've won and I was pissed at the decision made by Seth Lerch. My ego at the time was pretty huge and I thought I was better then Torture could ever be. So I lost sight of what mattered and I wanted to bring WCF down because of the decision that was made that evening. I hated this place for so long because of that single match. That match changed my life in more ways then I could've imagined. I was just an immature guy when it happened and looking back on it, I was just, I was a dick.
Fast forward to now and I'm man enough to admit everything. I needed to get it off of my chest because it was eating away at me.
I just find it funny that our roles are now reversed compared to Aftermath. I was the hated bad guy, people wanted to see me lose and you were the guy they rallied behind. You were the hero in the story and you triumped over evil. Now I'm the guy that people want to see triumph over you. Like I said, its just strange being in this situation, only our second singles encounter ever.
I could list all the ways I plan on hurting you after Timebomb but nah, I don't want to take up that much time. Torture, in early April, it'll be five years since I signed my name on the dotted line in WCF and began my wrestling career. I can't think of a better way then to bring in this anniversary by beating you at Timebomb and regaining that WCF World Championship in order to restore who I once was here. I fumbled and fucked up my first World Title run, I've admitted to that fact numerous times.
Back then though, I was immature. I didn't care about anyone but myself and getting drunk with my ex-wife. Not that title, not my career and not even my son, may he rest in peace. Because of alcohol, I nearly lost it all and it was horrible. It made me into something I wasn't.
Now that I'm clean and sober, have been for nearly two years discounting one bad night, I'm not who I was the last time we went head to head. I've grown as a wrestler since then too. The Reckless Jack you faced then is not the Brad Kane you'll face at Aftermath. The Brad Kane you'll face is more calm, more willing to let you slip up so I can take advantage of the smallest mistake that you make. Reckless Jack was all too willing to make the first move, not caring what happened afterwards. Now?
You'll find out that I'm more then willing to do nothing but kick your head into the second row. I want to kick that head into the second row. I want you to bleed by my hands and nothing else. I want you suffer at the power in which I'll kick you. This isn't a hardcore match Torture, this is a wrestling match. Then you'll find out how much better that Brad Kane is now compared to being Reckless Jack.
That's the truth and nothing but it. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, boom.
Since that night at Aftermath and we crashed through the table, Torture mustering the strength to sling his arm over my shoulders to pin me, it's something that hasn't left my mind. This loss, to him, is burning away at me like a virus. It eats away at my soul and I'm getting to the point where I don't know if I want to laugh or cry because of the situation. We know what happened after that loss where I was a little bitch and claimed I had a sprained neck. We all know that was a lie.
I'll be honest, I thought I should've won and I was pissed at the decision made by Seth Lerch. My ego at the time was pretty huge and I thought I was better then Torture could ever be. So I lost sight of what mattered and I wanted to bring WCF down because of the decision that was made that evening. I hated this place for so long because of that single match. That match changed my life in more ways then I could've imagined. I was just an immature guy when it happened and looking back on it, I was just, I was a dick.
Fast forward to now and I'm man enough to admit everything. I needed to get it off of my chest because it was eating away at me.
I just find it funny that our roles are now reversed compared to Aftermath. I was the hated bad guy, people wanted to see me lose and you were the guy they rallied behind. You were the hero in the story and you triumped over evil. Now I'm the guy that people want to see triumph over you. Like I said, its just strange being in this situation, only our second singles encounter ever.
I could list all the ways I plan on hurting you after Timebomb but nah, I don't want to take up that much time. Torture, in early April, it'll be five years since I signed my name on the dotted line in WCF and began my wrestling career. I can't think of a better way then to bring in this anniversary by beating you at Timebomb and regaining that WCF World Championship in order to restore who I once was here. I fumbled and fucked up my first World Title run, I've admitted to that fact numerous times.
Back then though, I was immature. I didn't care about anyone but myself and getting drunk with my ex-wife. Not that title, not my career and not even my son, may he rest in peace. Because of alcohol, I nearly lost it all and it was horrible. It made me into something I wasn't.
Now that I'm clean and sober, have been for nearly two years discounting one bad night, I'm not who I was the last time we went head to head. I've grown as a wrestler since then too. The Reckless Jack you faced then is not the Brad Kane you'll face at Aftermath. The Brad Kane you'll face is more calm, more willing to let you slip up so I can take advantage of the smallest mistake that you make. Reckless Jack was all too willing to make the first move, not caring what happened afterwards. Now?
You'll find out that I'm more then willing to do nothing but kick your head into the second row. I want to kick that head into the second row. I want you to bleed by my hands and nothing else. I want you suffer at the power in which I'll kick you. This isn't a hardcore match Torture, this is a wrestling match. Then you'll find out how much better that Brad Kane is now compared to being Reckless Jack.
That's the truth and nothing but it. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, boom.
