Post by whysoserious on Jan 3, 2010 16:00:50 GMT -5
A sunny winter day in Boston. Quite a nice change of pace considering some of the snow that happens to fall constantly. Sitting in one of the rooms that his mansion has to offer, Brad Kane is reading the sports section of a newspaper with a cup of tea next to him. The TV is also on, NFL playing in the background as his oldest son Chris sits next to him, watching the games. After he cheers, Brad lowers the paper to see what's going on, nothing much, just a commercial as his son gets off of the couch and runs off, possibly to the bathroom or to get another slice of pizza. A smirk creeps across Brad's face while he sips his tea.
Then he takes a look at the floor to see another one of his kids sitting up. The child looks at him with a smile forming on their face before he leans down and picks them up. The baby has a Celtics shirt on, getting bounced on Brad's knee.
Brad: Well Ryan, how's my big boy today? Like hanging out with dad and your older brother?
Ryan coos in agreement, probably. Yep, its a man's day if there ever was one. Ryan looks at the screen to see all the big men smash into one another, trying to gain a yard or two. Brad has him clap his hands, kissing the top of his head. Chris comes back with two plates full of pizza and a couple of sodas. Brad grins as he puts Ryan on the couch between then and takes a slice for himself.
Chris: So dad, I got a game in a week, gonna be there?
Brad: Have I missed a game of yours yet this year? Even with my traveling?
Chris: Well no.
Brad: So what do that tell you?
Chris: You'll be there.
That puts a smile on his son's face. Being twelve and playing basketball is a great thing for the kid but knowing his dad will be there to watch him play means the world. Though Brad feels as if he has a duty to be there for all the big events with how his own father was. Having a dad that fakes his own death when you're six and it forces your mom to put a bullet through her head, not exactly makes for the greatest of childhoods.
Brad: Front and center like I always do. Wouldn't miss it for the world.
Chris: Oh thanks for being one of the parents that doesn't complain about every single thing that happens. Like if I get lack of playing time in a game or something. That annoys some of my friends.
Brad: Sports really don't need to be competitive until you reach sixteen or seventeen when you might be fighting for a scholarship to a college. Even then its not a big deal because whatever you wanna do after you get your high school diploma is fine.
A smile is still on Chris' face, knowing that his options are nice and open. Ryan looks at his older half brother and sees him eating pizza.
Chris: Hey Ryan, you can't have pizza yet but once you're old enough you'll be able to enjoy it!
All three of the Kane men sit there watching football and just enjoying life...
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"So I lost. I lost to Seth Lerch and I'm still in a little bit of shock but then again I did design the match to suit him more then me. He took advantage of it and good for him. But in the end I still won regardless. You didn't even get close to Freya, did you? Nah, I had that part set up just in case you did something like pull the tights or put feet on the ropes. So, Seth, enjoy your date with Hot Dog Mascot. Really, have fun and don't forget protection...
But tomorrow night on Slam, this has to be my punishment for screwing you over with this date. A three on one handicap match? How familiar. Remember three years ago, you pulled this same thing on me only it was more like seven on one and included Cryboy McEmo. Either way, this won't be nearly as hard this time. Prince Jimmy Dean and Big Time Jerks? What makes you think that this'll be easy for the three of you to win this one?
The three of you and the one of me, right Dean? You think I don't realize how to count and do simple math. I mean, you're so clever having sex in a closet with a possible she-male but hey when you're as much of a loser like you are, I guess you'll take any action you can get. Though I should be flattered that you were thinking of my wife while you were nailing said she-male. But what exactly have you done in your tenure here in WCF?
I mean besides losing like every single match you've been placed in. Have you managed to get a win against anyone of importance? Probably not but then again I haven't been around as much as I used to be. Either way, you're always and forever will be a bottom dweller. A horrible thing said by your commish but sometimes I need to face facts about the people that look at me to put them into good positions on the show. You win, I'll move you up.
You haven't done a thing to get moved up in a year. A little sad and pathetic but I just need to remind myself who you are and it soothes me to no end. So Jimmy Dean, man of breakfast sausages, impress me on Slam and you might, you might, be able to finally get something worth a damn in your career.
At least the people you're teaming with are proven. The Big Time Jerks. our former Tag Team Champions. You guys wanted that ladder match just as much as anyone else and look at what happened to you guys. You lost the belts and are back at square one now. You'd think that this is a step back most of the time but we'll see what happens with your little group of people. I personally don't know much about you guys and nor do I really care.
The fans seem to give you a reaction and that's just good for my job. So no matter if this rag tag trio is able to defeat me or not, I have some things planned out on Slam. As a wrestler and your commish, I hope whoever watches tomorrow night enjoys the show."
Then he takes a look at the floor to see another one of his kids sitting up. The child looks at him with a smile forming on their face before he leans down and picks them up. The baby has a Celtics shirt on, getting bounced on Brad's knee.
Brad: Well Ryan, how's my big boy today? Like hanging out with dad and your older brother?
Ryan coos in agreement, probably. Yep, its a man's day if there ever was one. Ryan looks at the screen to see all the big men smash into one another, trying to gain a yard or two. Brad has him clap his hands, kissing the top of his head. Chris comes back with two plates full of pizza and a couple of sodas. Brad grins as he puts Ryan on the couch between then and takes a slice for himself.
Chris: So dad, I got a game in a week, gonna be there?
Brad: Have I missed a game of yours yet this year? Even with my traveling?
Chris: Well no.
Brad: So what do that tell you?
Chris: You'll be there.
That puts a smile on his son's face. Being twelve and playing basketball is a great thing for the kid but knowing his dad will be there to watch him play means the world. Though Brad feels as if he has a duty to be there for all the big events with how his own father was. Having a dad that fakes his own death when you're six and it forces your mom to put a bullet through her head, not exactly makes for the greatest of childhoods.
Brad: Front and center like I always do. Wouldn't miss it for the world.
Chris: Oh thanks for being one of the parents that doesn't complain about every single thing that happens. Like if I get lack of playing time in a game or something. That annoys some of my friends.
Brad: Sports really don't need to be competitive until you reach sixteen or seventeen when you might be fighting for a scholarship to a college. Even then its not a big deal because whatever you wanna do after you get your high school diploma is fine.
A smile is still on Chris' face, knowing that his options are nice and open. Ryan looks at his older half brother and sees him eating pizza.
Chris: Hey Ryan, you can't have pizza yet but once you're old enough you'll be able to enjoy it!
All three of the Kane men sit there watching football and just enjoying life...
-----
"So I lost. I lost to Seth Lerch and I'm still in a little bit of shock but then again I did design the match to suit him more then me. He took advantage of it and good for him. But in the end I still won regardless. You didn't even get close to Freya, did you? Nah, I had that part set up just in case you did something like pull the tights or put feet on the ropes. So, Seth, enjoy your date with Hot Dog Mascot. Really, have fun and don't forget protection...
But tomorrow night on Slam, this has to be my punishment for screwing you over with this date. A three on one handicap match? How familiar. Remember three years ago, you pulled this same thing on me only it was more like seven on one and included Cryboy McEmo. Either way, this won't be nearly as hard this time. Prince Jimmy Dean and Big Time Jerks? What makes you think that this'll be easy for the three of you to win this one?
The three of you and the one of me, right Dean? You think I don't realize how to count and do simple math. I mean, you're so clever having sex in a closet with a possible she-male but hey when you're as much of a loser like you are, I guess you'll take any action you can get. Though I should be flattered that you were thinking of my wife while you were nailing said she-male. But what exactly have you done in your tenure here in WCF?
I mean besides losing like every single match you've been placed in. Have you managed to get a win against anyone of importance? Probably not but then again I haven't been around as much as I used to be. Either way, you're always and forever will be a bottom dweller. A horrible thing said by your commish but sometimes I need to face facts about the people that look at me to put them into good positions on the show. You win, I'll move you up.
You haven't done a thing to get moved up in a year. A little sad and pathetic but I just need to remind myself who you are and it soothes me to no end. So Jimmy Dean, man of breakfast sausages, impress me on Slam and you might, you might, be able to finally get something worth a damn in your career.
At least the people you're teaming with are proven. The Big Time Jerks. our former Tag Team Champions. You guys wanted that ladder match just as much as anyone else and look at what happened to you guys. You lost the belts and are back at square one now. You'd think that this is a step back most of the time but we'll see what happens with your little group of people. I personally don't know much about you guys and nor do I really care.
The fans seem to give you a reaction and that's just good for my job. So no matter if this rag tag trio is able to defeat me or not, I have some things planned out on Slam. As a wrestler and your commish, I hope whoever watches tomorrow night enjoys the show."
