Post by whysoserious on Jan 30, 2010 18:42:00 GMT -5
You'd think I'd be use to flying by now. Six years nearly and I still can't stand the thought of flying in a damn plane. Sure its not a big 747 or anything but I just dislike this feeling I get. At least its not a horribly long flight this week. If it was summer, I would've drove instead but not the greatest idea in winter. I look over at the person next to me, jackass is sleeping. How could anyone sleep in a place like this! Oh well, another half an hour and I'll be on the ground, hopefully. At least last night was fun.
A night of dinner, dancing and a movie with my wife, as we usually do before I go into a pay per view match. The two of us, its almost tradition anymore. The kids understand completely that mommy and daddy need time alone before I go off into a huge match. Though getting a steak probably wasn't the greatest of things to eat. Very good though, almost as good as dessert. Here comes the flight attendent with my drink. Thankfully everyone is understanding the only time I have an alcoholic drink is on a flight.
I slam back some of the Jack Daniels and it makes me feel a little better about where I'm at right now. I sit back and relax now, thinking about the smile that all the kids gave me this morning. Lacey tried not to cry when I left this time. That usually doesn't happen but she wanted to watch Monster's Inc. again. I'm tempted to throw that goddamn DVD out the window and never look back. Other then that, everything is keen as keen could be.
Aw shit, I forgot something. The new tights Megan designed for me. Son of a bitch, special made for this event coming up with WCF and I forgot them. I hope she doesn't kill me when I get home in a couple of days. At least WCF is nice to my situation with so many kids to look after. Heh, WCF. Nearly ten years now. Good times have been had along with some of the worst times in my life but thats just part of the whole territory known as pro wrestling.
I begin to think about it a bit more until a voice interrupts my calm, peaceful thinking. This better be good. I look over to my left to see a kid, probably around the age of fifteen or so. A boy, wearing a WCF shirt ironically enough. That brings a smile to my face. He's a little hefty but nothing that would be considered obese.
Youth: You're Brad Kane, ain't you?
I nod my head, trying not to smile.
"Guilty as charged. I see you're a WCF fan, heading to see Ten live?"
If this teenager was anymore excited, I think he'd piss his pants. A wide smile is on his face, head moving up and down, letting me know my answer.
Youth: Oh yeah. My dad, who is on the other side of you, got us tickets to go see it. We live in Boston too!
"That's cool, what's your name?"
Youth: Steve.
Thank god people don't know where I live...
"Nice to meet you Steve. What match you lookin' forward, besides the main event."
Steve: I'd have to say the Hardaway against Striker match. That should be a great one!
I raise my eyebrow a little bit. He's either a Striker or Hardaway fan. If he's a Hardaway fan I'm going to throw him off the fucking plane while laughing all the while.
Steve: But the main event should be awesome. I remember when I was like eight watching WCF. Been a fan for a long time so I'm familiar with everyone in the match. So many years of things coming together, can't wait.
"I can't wait for it either. Though it seems everyone thinks Slickie T is gonna pull this one out. That's the popular opinion anyways."
Steve: I think he'll win it too. I mean he should've won the belt at One last month when it would've meant more. But at least you gave him a chance to get into this match when you made that battle royal. I think you've been a good commissioner for WCF. Probably the most fair that I've seen so far anyways.
"Thanks. I don't want to be a guy that hands stuff to people. Need to earn their way like I earned my way. I hope you have a fun time watching the show."
Steve smiles before going back to his magazine. Always nice to talk to a wrestling fan, no matter their age or what have you. I lean back into my seat again and begin to wonder if I really have a shot in this match. I couldn't even win that battle royal to earn my spot though I was a little taken out of it by that worthless Davey Ortega. But maybe this isn't my time anymore. Suppose I'll find out tomorrow night.
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"Inching closer and closer aren't we? Just a little more then twenty four hours away from the event Ten. I know last time I spoke about how much it meant to me being able to be in the main event of such a show like this. However before I feel the need to move just a little bit forward, I'd like to take a few moments to step backwards and address a man who I honestly thought would've been content to do as little as possible and collect his paycheck.
Creeping Death, you've honestly surprised me by showing the smallest bit of effort. The man who is noted for having long periods of apathy opened his mouth and managed to say something. Congratulations are in order for doing so I suppose. Though you'd surprise me more then saying a small bit such as, you know, caring more then just for one match every other year. I mean you say these things that make one assume that you don't have the smallest bit of what you're talking about.
You bleed WCF and have for eight years? I suppose that's why you take it upon yourself to hinder the new talent instead of being a leader in the locker room by helping them along. I suppose that's why you pride yourself on being known as a noob killer instead of a guy who would take time to explain to them that either they put more effort in or they'll see the door out of this federation. If that's bleeding a promotion's colors then I guess my idea of being a man is all messed up.
But you call me a disgrace. I honestly don't believe that but then again you've made a career of doing some of the stupidest crap known to man. To say the man who determines where you wrestle and against who, to say he doesn't matter? Once again, not one of the greatest things you've ever said. You've never been a fan of authority but sometimes you need to watch yourself.
I'm not Seth Lerch, I can actually hold my own against you, Corey. So for your own good, think twice about this. Think twice about who you say what to, Corey. That's all I have to say towards you anymore because we've been down this goddamn road so many times it makes my stomach churn. We hate each other, pure and simple. You're an idiot who loves talking in the rain. I'm an idiot who has a family. There, its done.
Now that I've handled that old annoyance, the young gun, Slickie T. The business man himself, the guy who everyone rallies around right now, telling him to go get the belt. Telling him to go get what is rightfully his. People telling him that title is his destiny, his birthright. I don't know if I could bring myself to disagree at this point.
I don't know if any of us have a chance compared to how focused that this young man, this hot shot has in his mind. In Slickie's mind, he knows that this is his match to lose. I can hear it in his words that he speaks constantly. There is this sense of confidence in his voice that allows him to boom those words that he knows will ring true.
But in that confidence sets up a small bit of pride, I believe. Your awards and accolades out of wrestling, quite impressive. Congratulations on your business awards Allen. I'm sure that was a proud moment of your life thus far and you'll probably rack up a few more of those before either career is over. Just like tomorrow night will probably end in a huge way for you.
What will happen though, Allen, if you fall short? Everything you've said the past two months have been all for naught, people will start to view you as the Buffalo Bills were looked at in the day. Choker, pure and simple. That's not a stigmata that people can carry around with it's burden killing them internally.
However you speak of what I did four years ago. In wrestling, four years can seem like forever but in my case, its really not four years in terms of abuse that my body has taken. There have been a few points where I shut it down for a while, let myself heal up before I hit the road again. As much as I hate to bring him back up, Creeping Death called them retirements. Nah, just breaks to allow my body to heal so I'm not so ragged and run down. Can't allow that to happen.
So Allen, those four years, not a thing to worry about. I feel like I'm still in my early twenties, not my thirties. Yeah, I'm thirty, shock horror. But age has nothing to do with this Allen. This is about one thing and one thing only. You might think that its that World Title that you're questing for.
That's all for you man. That title that you want, go ahead and take it because in reality, the reason why I wanted in this match was mostly to abuse and end someone's career. The man hit my pregnant wife last year with a fucking chair and I was put on permanent suspension. This was the only way I could get back. This was my only way into getting him Allen.
What would you do in my situation? Keep waiting and waiting to try to take something he loves from him? I mean, HE TRIED TO FUCKING KILL MY WIFE LAST YEAR AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! I can't stand for it.
Slickie T, if it comes down to it, be my guest and take that pinfall for yourself and take the title that belongs to you. I have something else in mind. Good luck to you kid, I hope it works out. Just know that I'm all for the new blood in this promotion. I want you people to succeed in the worst way possible.
I helped you with this chance, don't blow it again because I might not be as nice again."
A night of dinner, dancing and a movie with my wife, as we usually do before I go into a pay per view match. The two of us, its almost tradition anymore. The kids understand completely that mommy and daddy need time alone before I go off into a huge match. Though getting a steak probably wasn't the greatest of things to eat. Very good though, almost as good as dessert. Here comes the flight attendent with my drink. Thankfully everyone is understanding the only time I have an alcoholic drink is on a flight.
I slam back some of the Jack Daniels and it makes me feel a little better about where I'm at right now. I sit back and relax now, thinking about the smile that all the kids gave me this morning. Lacey tried not to cry when I left this time. That usually doesn't happen but she wanted to watch Monster's Inc. again. I'm tempted to throw that goddamn DVD out the window and never look back. Other then that, everything is keen as keen could be.
Aw shit, I forgot something. The new tights Megan designed for me. Son of a bitch, special made for this event coming up with WCF and I forgot them. I hope she doesn't kill me when I get home in a couple of days. At least WCF is nice to my situation with so many kids to look after. Heh, WCF. Nearly ten years now. Good times have been had along with some of the worst times in my life but thats just part of the whole territory known as pro wrestling.
I begin to think about it a bit more until a voice interrupts my calm, peaceful thinking. This better be good. I look over to my left to see a kid, probably around the age of fifteen or so. A boy, wearing a WCF shirt ironically enough. That brings a smile to my face. He's a little hefty but nothing that would be considered obese.
Youth: You're Brad Kane, ain't you?
I nod my head, trying not to smile.
"Guilty as charged. I see you're a WCF fan, heading to see Ten live?"
If this teenager was anymore excited, I think he'd piss his pants. A wide smile is on his face, head moving up and down, letting me know my answer.
Youth: Oh yeah. My dad, who is on the other side of you, got us tickets to go see it. We live in Boston too!
"That's cool, what's your name?"
Youth: Steve.
Thank god people don't know where I live...
"Nice to meet you Steve. What match you lookin' forward, besides the main event."
Steve: I'd have to say the Hardaway against Striker match. That should be a great one!
I raise my eyebrow a little bit. He's either a Striker or Hardaway fan. If he's a Hardaway fan I'm going to throw him off the fucking plane while laughing all the while.
Steve: But the main event should be awesome. I remember when I was like eight watching WCF. Been a fan for a long time so I'm familiar with everyone in the match. So many years of things coming together, can't wait.
"I can't wait for it either. Though it seems everyone thinks Slickie T is gonna pull this one out. That's the popular opinion anyways."
Steve: I think he'll win it too. I mean he should've won the belt at One last month when it would've meant more. But at least you gave him a chance to get into this match when you made that battle royal. I think you've been a good commissioner for WCF. Probably the most fair that I've seen so far anyways.
"Thanks. I don't want to be a guy that hands stuff to people. Need to earn their way like I earned my way. I hope you have a fun time watching the show."
Steve smiles before going back to his magazine. Always nice to talk to a wrestling fan, no matter their age or what have you. I lean back into my seat again and begin to wonder if I really have a shot in this match. I couldn't even win that battle royal to earn my spot though I was a little taken out of it by that worthless Davey Ortega. But maybe this isn't my time anymore. Suppose I'll find out tomorrow night.
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"Inching closer and closer aren't we? Just a little more then twenty four hours away from the event Ten. I know last time I spoke about how much it meant to me being able to be in the main event of such a show like this. However before I feel the need to move just a little bit forward, I'd like to take a few moments to step backwards and address a man who I honestly thought would've been content to do as little as possible and collect his paycheck.
Creeping Death, you've honestly surprised me by showing the smallest bit of effort. The man who is noted for having long periods of apathy opened his mouth and managed to say something. Congratulations are in order for doing so I suppose. Though you'd surprise me more then saying a small bit such as, you know, caring more then just for one match every other year. I mean you say these things that make one assume that you don't have the smallest bit of what you're talking about.
You bleed WCF and have for eight years? I suppose that's why you take it upon yourself to hinder the new talent instead of being a leader in the locker room by helping them along. I suppose that's why you pride yourself on being known as a noob killer instead of a guy who would take time to explain to them that either they put more effort in or they'll see the door out of this federation. If that's bleeding a promotion's colors then I guess my idea of being a man is all messed up.
But you call me a disgrace. I honestly don't believe that but then again you've made a career of doing some of the stupidest crap known to man. To say the man who determines where you wrestle and against who, to say he doesn't matter? Once again, not one of the greatest things you've ever said. You've never been a fan of authority but sometimes you need to watch yourself.
I'm not Seth Lerch, I can actually hold my own against you, Corey. So for your own good, think twice about this. Think twice about who you say what to, Corey. That's all I have to say towards you anymore because we've been down this goddamn road so many times it makes my stomach churn. We hate each other, pure and simple. You're an idiot who loves talking in the rain. I'm an idiot who has a family. There, its done.
Now that I've handled that old annoyance, the young gun, Slickie T. The business man himself, the guy who everyone rallies around right now, telling him to go get the belt. Telling him to go get what is rightfully his. People telling him that title is his destiny, his birthright. I don't know if I could bring myself to disagree at this point.
I don't know if any of us have a chance compared to how focused that this young man, this hot shot has in his mind. In Slickie's mind, he knows that this is his match to lose. I can hear it in his words that he speaks constantly. There is this sense of confidence in his voice that allows him to boom those words that he knows will ring true.
But in that confidence sets up a small bit of pride, I believe. Your awards and accolades out of wrestling, quite impressive. Congratulations on your business awards Allen. I'm sure that was a proud moment of your life thus far and you'll probably rack up a few more of those before either career is over. Just like tomorrow night will probably end in a huge way for you.
What will happen though, Allen, if you fall short? Everything you've said the past two months have been all for naught, people will start to view you as the Buffalo Bills were looked at in the day. Choker, pure and simple. That's not a stigmata that people can carry around with it's burden killing them internally.
However you speak of what I did four years ago. In wrestling, four years can seem like forever but in my case, its really not four years in terms of abuse that my body has taken. There have been a few points where I shut it down for a while, let myself heal up before I hit the road again. As much as I hate to bring him back up, Creeping Death called them retirements. Nah, just breaks to allow my body to heal so I'm not so ragged and run down. Can't allow that to happen.
So Allen, those four years, not a thing to worry about. I feel like I'm still in my early twenties, not my thirties. Yeah, I'm thirty, shock horror. But age has nothing to do with this Allen. This is about one thing and one thing only. You might think that its that World Title that you're questing for.
That's all for you man. That title that you want, go ahead and take it because in reality, the reason why I wanted in this match was mostly to abuse and end someone's career. The man hit my pregnant wife last year with a fucking chair and I was put on permanent suspension. This was the only way I could get back. This was my only way into getting him Allen.
What would you do in my situation? Keep waiting and waiting to try to take something he loves from him? I mean, HE TRIED TO FUCKING KILL MY WIFE LAST YEAR AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! I can't stand for it.
Slickie T, if it comes down to it, be my guest and take that pinfall for yourself and take the title that belongs to you. I have something else in mind. Good luck to you kid, I hope it works out. Just know that I'm all for the new blood in this promotion. I want you people to succeed in the worst way possible.
I helped you with this chance, don't blow it again because I might not be as nice again."