Post by whysoserious on Jan 30, 2010 22:51:20 GMT -5
Finally able to kick back and relax in my hotel room. The bed is comfy, for once. Usually I get stuck with those hard mattresses that kill my back and its a real bitch to wrestle the next night. Then again I usually get a cheap room but for once, I felt like getting a nicer place. Mostly due to the whole big deal tomorrow night. Reckon I should call home and let them know I'm finally where I should be. Of course I don't know where my stupid phone is. Its not in my pocket where it should be. I know it didn't fall out either.
I look around the room and it's staring me right in the face. Right there on the nightstand next to me. It's been off for quite a while so I turn it on. A moment passes by, the opening music letting me know its ready to go. Jesus, I missed two calls and five text messages. All of them from my family. The two calls were from my sister and from Morgan's mom. The text messages are from random friends of mine, wishing me well and what have you.
I should answer them but I'm dying to talk to Megan. After pressing a button, I put the phone to my ear and smile. One ring, no answer. There's a second ring, still nothing. I'm getting a little nervous but on the third, I finally hear her voice and my heart beats fast. She knows who it is, of course, starting to giggle.
Megan: *Heard through the phone* So I guess you're at the hotel then, honey.
I nod my head although I don't know why. No one is here with me!
"Yeah. Finally got into my room after grabbing a bite to eat and stuff. Plane ride was interesting, talked to a teenage WCF fan. Not a bad kid."
Megan: Was he a fan of yours?
"Don't think he was but that's his choice. Doesn't bother me any. Seems to think Slickie T'll take this one too though. I guess I just don't have a chance this time around babe. Everyone is backing this horse and I'm standing here like no one really cares..."
She sighs loudly into the phone. I know this kind of thing she hates, when I "get down on myself" and all that junk. We know I'm trying to stop but sometimes I can't help it.
Megan: Bradley, you need to think more positive okay? You wouldn't have gotten this far in your career by being all mopey and sad. You've always rose to the occasion when your back is against the wall.
"But my back really isn't against the wall this time. I haven't been backed into a corner. It's just me going into a match where I don't stand a single chance because of some hotshot coming up from nowhere the past few months. I'm in this only to deal with you know who..."
Nothing is said for a moment or two. She hates him, probably more then I do. That trip to the hospital he took, trying to end her life, nothing but a piss ass thing to do. I can hear Megan trying to keep the tears under control before she collects herself.
Megan: Well what better way then to destroy him then by taking that title away from him. We all know he loves that more then anything else in the world. Taking it would be the first step to his demise.
"I'm well aware of that but..."
She cuts me off.
Megan: But nothing! You will take that title from him! That's all there is to it Bradley Allen Kane. You will take that title, bring it home so we can all be proud of you for accomplishing that ultimate goal again. Don't you dare do this crap to me right now. Not when we're so close to finally getting the ball rolling on him and then on Kevin. You have things to do.
"You're right love, you really are. Just remember one thing yourself though. I can't control everything that happens. I'm not some magic man with the power to stop time and have things go my way, our way. So while I do these, things, I want you do to something."
Megan: Anything at all, baby.
"Whether I win or lose in these coming months, I want you to be proud, always hold your head up high because of what I've done. You've been my rock for the past few years and I need you to keep being my rock until Lacey starts school Then its all done. Just a couple more years of dealing with this."
My real vow to her. When Lacey starts pre-school, I retire for good. Two years or so away but still...
"Can you do that for me?"
Megan: I'm always going to be there for you, you big goof. No matter what. Now get some sleep, you'll need it for tomorrow. Big day is here. We'll be watching at home and cheering for you. Good luck, honey bear!
"Love you."
Megan: Love you too!
And I hang the phone up, placing it back on the nightstand. I reach for the TV remote and sigh. Time to catch a few minutes of sports before I take her advice and go to bed. Sure she said some things that ring true but sometimes...
Sometimes I think she just blindly thinks I'll own the world no matter what I do. I just don't see it anymore. Maybe I'll get lucky and maybe I won't. Either way, time to shut my mind off for a few moments before going to work. Then I'll take a shower and go to bed. Yeah, that sounds good.
-----
I press a button and my laptop webcam is started, huzzah! It comes with a built in microphone now too. No more just listening to me. Guess I better put my pants back on...
"And I'm down to the one. The one that I hate. The one that I loathe. The one I want to see in a body bag sooner rather then later. Everyone in this match has their vendettas with him. From Creeps, Logan and Allen. All four of us challengers have our problems with him but I don't think anyone truly understands why I feel the need to kill him. Why I feel the need to end his career with a simple kick to his temple.
At least he understands it though. Out of everyone else, he gets it. He knows why I want him dead. He broke my code, my personal code of wrestling ethics. Rule one, leave my family out of it. Rule two, you touch any of them and I put you six feet deep. He broke both. He broke both of my rules and now he has to pay the price."
Just thinking of him makes me want to put my fist through the damn wall and kill someone. God I hate him. I don't even want to utter his name, to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's under my skin and has been for a long time.
"But at least you know what's coming for you. What you've said is true. I want to see you scream. I want to see you cry in pain. I want you to suffer like I've suffered because of what you've done to me! I hope your friends watch every single time I get into that ring with you until the end of time.
I want your friends, your family and your agents to see those tears, that look of agony on your face. They'll see that look on your face and wonder why their boy would get into the ring with me when they know I'm on the warpath. They'll wonder if you have a single brain cell in your head when you get into that ring tomorrow night and look me in my eyes and see that pain you've caused me."
I think my eyes are watering from pure anger as I glare into the camera.
"You're right, I'm violent. I'm violent because YOU'VE made me this way. It was your choice to put your hands on her. It was your choice to try to end her life in the hospital. It was all your choice and now you have to reap what you sow. You've seen a little preview of it, that happened last week and you didn't like it. You've cried about it. How three of us could've ended your career with a snap of the fingers but what's the fun in that?
Where is the fun in destroying a life in one moment. You see, I believe that when given in retribution, pain should be given in chunks. Make them think that you're going to let them survive. Then maybe a few months down the road, BAM~! I come back up and I do it all again. That's what you've done to me. This is what you've brought upon yourself.
Your title is an added bonus to this one. If I win, so be it. If I lose, so be it. Slickie wants this title, I just want you. Everyone has their personal vendettas against you and they don't matter compared to mine. This is about me and you right now. Creeping Death, Logan and Slickie T are all in the back of my mind because it's been about you since the moment I walked back into WCF.
Are you honestly ready for this now? Do you think you can handle getting into the ring with a man who doesn't care about the gold, who only wants to make you suffer. Who only wants to make you bleed, make you cry? When I get my hands on you tomorrow night, I'm going to enjoy every single moment of it. And then when I eventually get you one on one. It might end up as a homicide in the middle of the ring."
A small pause while I inhale, still trying to keep my calm.
"Torture. Tomorrow night, these two fists and this heart full of vengeance... You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. No idea at all."
I slam the lid shut and tilt my head back, beginning to laugh. I don't know why but I can't seem to stop myself from doing so. Twenty four hours until he's dead and I might even take his baby from him.
I look around the room and it's staring me right in the face. Right there on the nightstand next to me. It's been off for quite a while so I turn it on. A moment passes by, the opening music letting me know its ready to go. Jesus, I missed two calls and five text messages. All of them from my family. The two calls were from my sister and from Morgan's mom. The text messages are from random friends of mine, wishing me well and what have you.
I should answer them but I'm dying to talk to Megan. After pressing a button, I put the phone to my ear and smile. One ring, no answer. There's a second ring, still nothing. I'm getting a little nervous but on the third, I finally hear her voice and my heart beats fast. She knows who it is, of course, starting to giggle.
Megan: *Heard through the phone* So I guess you're at the hotel then, honey.
I nod my head although I don't know why. No one is here with me!
"Yeah. Finally got into my room after grabbing a bite to eat and stuff. Plane ride was interesting, talked to a teenage WCF fan. Not a bad kid."
Megan: Was he a fan of yours?
"Don't think he was but that's his choice. Doesn't bother me any. Seems to think Slickie T'll take this one too though. I guess I just don't have a chance this time around babe. Everyone is backing this horse and I'm standing here like no one really cares..."
She sighs loudly into the phone. I know this kind of thing she hates, when I "get down on myself" and all that junk. We know I'm trying to stop but sometimes I can't help it.
Megan: Bradley, you need to think more positive okay? You wouldn't have gotten this far in your career by being all mopey and sad. You've always rose to the occasion when your back is against the wall.
"But my back really isn't against the wall this time. I haven't been backed into a corner. It's just me going into a match where I don't stand a single chance because of some hotshot coming up from nowhere the past few months. I'm in this only to deal with you know who..."
Nothing is said for a moment or two. She hates him, probably more then I do. That trip to the hospital he took, trying to end her life, nothing but a piss ass thing to do. I can hear Megan trying to keep the tears under control before she collects herself.
Megan: Well what better way then to destroy him then by taking that title away from him. We all know he loves that more then anything else in the world. Taking it would be the first step to his demise.
"I'm well aware of that but..."
She cuts me off.
Megan: But nothing! You will take that title from him! That's all there is to it Bradley Allen Kane. You will take that title, bring it home so we can all be proud of you for accomplishing that ultimate goal again. Don't you dare do this crap to me right now. Not when we're so close to finally getting the ball rolling on him and then on Kevin. You have things to do.
"You're right love, you really are. Just remember one thing yourself though. I can't control everything that happens. I'm not some magic man with the power to stop time and have things go my way, our way. So while I do these, things, I want you do to something."
Megan: Anything at all, baby.
"Whether I win or lose in these coming months, I want you to be proud, always hold your head up high because of what I've done. You've been my rock for the past few years and I need you to keep being my rock until Lacey starts school Then its all done. Just a couple more years of dealing with this."
My real vow to her. When Lacey starts pre-school, I retire for good. Two years or so away but still...
"Can you do that for me?"
Megan: I'm always going to be there for you, you big goof. No matter what. Now get some sleep, you'll need it for tomorrow. Big day is here. We'll be watching at home and cheering for you. Good luck, honey bear!
"Love you."
Megan: Love you too!
And I hang the phone up, placing it back on the nightstand. I reach for the TV remote and sigh. Time to catch a few minutes of sports before I take her advice and go to bed. Sure she said some things that ring true but sometimes...
Sometimes I think she just blindly thinks I'll own the world no matter what I do. I just don't see it anymore. Maybe I'll get lucky and maybe I won't. Either way, time to shut my mind off for a few moments before going to work. Then I'll take a shower and go to bed. Yeah, that sounds good.
-----
I press a button and my laptop webcam is started, huzzah! It comes with a built in microphone now too. No more just listening to me. Guess I better put my pants back on...
"And I'm down to the one. The one that I hate. The one that I loathe. The one I want to see in a body bag sooner rather then later. Everyone in this match has their vendettas with him. From Creeps, Logan and Allen. All four of us challengers have our problems with him but I don't think anyone truly understands why I feel the need to kill him. Why I feel the need to end his career with a simple kick to his temple.
At least he understands it though. Out of everyone else, he gets it. He knows why I want him dead. He broke my code, my personal code of wrestling ethics. Rule one, leave my family out of it. Rule two, you touch any of them and I put you six feet deep. He broke both. He broke both of my rules and now he has to pay the price."
Just thinking of him makes me want to put my fist through the damn wall and kill someone. God I hate him. I don't even want to utter his name, to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's under my skin and has been for a long time.
"But at least you know what's coming for you. What you've said is true. I want to see you scream. I want to see you cry in pain. I want you to suffer like I've suffered because of what you've done to me! I hope your friends watch every single time I get into that ring with you until the end of time.
I want your friends, your family and your agents to see those tears, that look of agony on your face. They'll see that look on your face and wonder why their boy would get into the ring with me when they know I'm on the warpath. They'll wonder if you have a single brain cell in your head when you get into that ring tomorrow night and look me in my eyes and see that pain you've caused me."
I think my eyes are watering from pure anger as I glare into the camera.
"You're right, I'm violent. I'm violent because YOU'VE made me this way. It was your choice to put your hands on her. It was your choice to try to end her life in the hospital. It was all your choice and now you have to reap what you sow. You've seen a little preview of it, that happened last week and you didn't like it. You've cried about it. How three of us could've ended your career with a snap of the fingers but what's the fun in that?
Where is the fun in destroying a life in one moment. You see, I believe that when given in retribution, pain should be given in chunks. Make them think that you're going to let them survive. Then maybe a few months down the road, BAM~! I come back up and I do it all again. That's what you've done to me. This is what you've brought upon yourself.
Your title is an added bonus to this one. If I win, so be it. If I lose, so be it. Slickie wants this title, I just want you. Everyone has their personal vendettas against you and they don't matter compared to mine. This is about me and you right now. Creeping Death, Logan and Slickie T are all in the back of my mind because it's been about you since the moment I walked back into WCF.
Are you honestly ready for this now? Do you think you can handle getting into the ring with a man who doesn't care about the gold, who only wants to make you suffer. Who only wants to make you bleed, make you cry? When I get my hands on you tomorrow night, I'm going to enjoy every single moment of it. And then when I eventually get you one on one. It might end up as a homicide in the middle of the ring."
A small pause while I inhale, still trying to keep my calm.
"Torture. Tomorrow night, these two fists and this heart full of vengeance... You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. No idea at all."
I slam the lid shut and tilt my head back, beginning to laugh. I don't know why but I can't seem to stop myself from doing so. Twenty four hours until he's dead and I might even take his baby from him.