Post by whysoserious on May 23, 2011 23:06:49 GMT -5
"People have been asking me lately, Brad Kane, after you completely destroy Roy Speede what are you plans. Seeing as how I made good on my promise to beat Speede within an inch of his life. I've never beat someone down like that before. At least not in a long while. The crowd loved it. They loved seeing someone as cocky as him getting beat down. I hope I took him out of this business. Pretty sure no one in our locker room would really miss this kid anyways.
But that, that is what happens when you disrespect WCF. You pay for it. Club Cool have paid for their sins. I took them out. Not Gravedigger, not Creeping Death and not Logan but me! Then I see this guy, a crazy guy running around this locker room. Acting like he's the spawn of Satan or somethin'. I couldn't honestly tell you but something about him bothers me. I've been here too long to see someone act like this. This is a company based on wrestling.
Two guys hatin' one another and doing what they can. It's not about someone who has a fifteen person entourage coming down to the ring with them. It's not about blindsiding someone because they beat your partner in a match that could kill them. He knew the rules when he signed up. Doesn't give anyone the right to try to end the other man's life that ended the first man's life.
Why there was such a stupid match in the first place is beyond me but it was Creeping Death's show so what can someone really expect. But I have my reasons for going down to that ring on Slam with that chair and trying to hit everyone in sight. D-Day doesn't deserve a title shot. I was beaten him down last year. Jay Williams doesn't deserve to be champion because of his association with the world's biggest faggot and his inability to actually win against top flight talent.
Then there's Oblivion. The man who I just talked about. These guys didn't have to pay their dues like I did back in the day when this promotion meant something. Now it's a joke. People like Oblivion are turning this goddamn promotion that I put my blood and sweat into. Did I have my problems here? You bet but I always came back because of the loyalty I felt to this place. These new guys in the past two years have made this into a goddamn laughing stock of shitty gimmicks and horrible attitudes.
When I entered this promotion, people like Tommy Knoxville would've been ate alive by the talent. Now they're able to think they're worth something because there's no one good enough to stop them. That's where I come in. Back in the day Creeping Death had this thing where he'd destroy people who would bitch out. My goal is like that. But see, I'm going after people that matter to take them out of this promotion. It's my duty to weed these people out like the punk motherfuckers they are.
Can anyone look at me, keep a straight face, and tell me that someone like Oblivion would've matter back in the heyday of this place. No one in this day in age sans us real vets is worth a shit. People tell me I'm wasting my time here. They tell me I'm the biggest fish in a pond full of small, retarded ones. I agree with them. You people are small time, I've been big time since 2005. People been hatin' on me and hatin' on me for a long fucking time.
So this hate I have built up from this business is coming out to these new guys in WCF. Tommy Knoxville, next victim. Don't know much about him outside of his past dealings with a giant piece of shit known as Jason Kash. Knoxville, this hardcore title number one contendership doesn't mean anything to me. Just a way for me to get into that ring that I helped build against one of you newer talents. You saw what I did to Speede. He's half dead in a bed somewhere.
So what does that mean for you, Tommy? Granted I had a bigger reason to loathe Speede then I do someone like you but it still remains. You don't know what this company means to the fans. You have no idea what people did to make this name mean something before you got here. No one realizes the blood that was spilled on that canvas so people like you can waltz like you mean something. What have you even done here that warrants any merit?
I'll wait all day if I have to. We both know the answer though. You haven't done shit here in WCF. Just like the rest of these fools. You'll never do anything either. Once you realize that you have a road block in your path like me, you'll slink off to somewhere else where you can wave your cock around like king. Ain't gonna be here. Not while I'm breathin' and livin'. So bring what you got for Slam next Monday. We'll see how it stacks against someone who spilt his blood for this place.
Peace."
But that, that is what happens when you disrespect WCF. You pay for it. Club Cool have paid for their sins. I took them out. Not Gravedigger, not Creeping Death and not Logan but me! Then I see this guy, a crazy guy running around this locker room. Acting like he's the spawn of Satan or somethin'. I couldn't honestly tell you but something about him bothers me. I've been here too long to see someone act like this. This is a company based on wrestling.
Two guys hatin' one another and doing what they can. It's not about someone who has a fifteen person entourage coming down to the ring with them. It's not about blindsiding someone because they beat your partner in a match that could kill them. He knew the rules when he signed up. Doesn't give anyone the right to try to end the other man's life that ended the first man's life.
Why there was such a stupid match in the first place is beyond me but it was Creeping Death's show so what can someone really expect. But I have my reasons for going down to that ring on Slam with that chair and trying to hit everyone in sight. D-Day doesn't deserve a title shot. I was beaten him down last year. Jay Williams doesn't deserve to be champion because of his association with the world's biggest faggot and his inability to actually win against top flight talent.
Then there's Oblivion. The man who I just talked about. These guys didn't have to pay their dues like I did back in the day when this promotion meant something. Now it's a joke. People like Oblivion are turning this goddamn promotion that I put my blood and sweat into. Did I have my problems here? You bet but I always came back because of the loyalty I felt to this place. These new guys in the past two years have made this into a goddamn laughing stock of shitty gimmicks and horrible attitudes.
When I entered this promotion, people like Tommy Knoxville would've been ate alive by the talent. Now they're able to think they're worth something because there's no one good enough to stop them. That's where I come in. Back in the day Creeping Death had this thing where he'd destroy people who would bitch out. My goal is like that. But see, I'm going after people that matter to take them out of this promotion. It's my duty to weed these people out like the punk motherfuckers they are.
Can anyone look at me, keep a straight face, and tell me that someone like Oblivion would've matter back in the heyday of this place. No one in this day in age sans us real vets is worth a shit. People tell me I'm wasting my time here. They tell me I'm the biggest fish in a pond full of small, retarded ones. I agree with them. You people are small time, I've been big time since 2005. People been hatin' on me and hatin' on me for a long fucking time.
So this hate I have built up from this business is coming out to these new guys in WCF. Tommy Knoxville, next victim. Don't know much about him outside of his past dealings with a giant piece of shit known as Jason Kash. Knoxville, this hardcore title number one contendership doesn't mean anything to me. Just a way for me to get into that ring that I helped build against one of you newer talents. You saw what I did to Speede. He's half dead in a bed somewhere.
So what does that mean for you, Tommy? Granted I had a bigger reason to loathe Speede then I do someone like you but it still remains. You don't know what this company means to the fans. You have no idea what people did to make this name mean something before you got here. No one realizes the blood that was spilled on that canvas so people like you can waltz like you mean something. What have you even done here that warrants any merit?
I'll wait all day if I have to. We both know the answer though. You haven't done shit here in WCF. Just like the rest of these fools. You'll never do anything either. Once you realize that you have a road block in your path like me, you'll slink off to somewhere else where you can wave your cock around like king. Ain't gonna be here. Not while I'm breathin' and livin'. So bring what you got for Slam next Monday. We'll see how it stacks against someone who spilt his blood for this place.
Peace."
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Shortly after the end of Slam, Brad Kane rests his head against a wall letting out a sigh of relief. He looks around the backstage area receiving a few nods from the other backstage workers who ensure the show goes off without a hitch. A few of the other wrestlers glare at him but they all get ignored. Brad grins watching the replay of the end of the show. The destruction he caused even if it meant giving the Tag Titles to two people he really doesn't care for as much.
After the clip ends he starts to walk down the hallway, bag waiting for him along with Megan. She gives him a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek. He grabs the duffel bag as the two exit the arena. The rental car is waiting for them, already started. They get in as Brad tilts his head back in the passenger side. Megan is actually driving. He closes his eyes and grins.
Thinking of everything he needs to do in order to make WCF better again. Megan presses the radio button which actually turns on the CD player. As the sounds of Bad Religion fill the car Brad keeps relaxing. He grabs a hat from his bag and places it on his head before lowering it to keep light out of his eyes.
Megan: Tired?
A simple nod gives Megan the answer she searches for. Brad tilts his head just enough to see a few of the passing sights along the way to the hotel. Every little thing reminds him of the blood he has to spill. Even if it means turning on a friend. Even if it means becoming hated again. He stops his thinking long enough to pose a simple question to his wife.
Brad: Am I doing the right thing?
She's a little confused by this. Little out of left field.
Megan: Huh?
Brad: Am I doing the right thing by trying to get WCF back to the way it was instead of all these newer guys actin' like they've done something here. It sickens me. These guys come in and show no respect to the promotion. I showed respect. I don't get it...
No answer comes from her now instead leaving Brad to think this through himself. Both of them know it's his war. She has nothing to do with it. Neither does the rest of his family. Perhaps this war calls for someone that's not Brad Kane but he couldn't do that, could he? He lets out a chuckle now bringing his head back up.
Brad: Maybe I should do that again...
Megan: Do what?
Brad: Become him.
She slams on the brakes and pulls into an empty parking spot. Megan is none to happy with him even THINKING about becoming him again.
Megan: Oh I don't think so. We both know what he does to you, to us.
Brad: I'm aware but I need to be that monster to take care of this. I can't be Brad Kane and expect to get this done. I need him again. I'm sorry but I think this has to be done.
Megan: Well you'll be living alone for a while until you knock this bullshit off.
Brad: If that's how it has to be, well, I suppose that's it. Sorry Megan but this is what has to be done. I need to purge WCF of the virus that plagues it. Only Reckless Jack is able to do so.
Tears are falling down Megan's face upset that he would dare to become Reckless Jack again. She starts the car back up and drives off to the hotel. She knows he's not doing this for fun but for need. It's his monster. We all have the monsters in our minds and if he wants to do this, he has to be him. Brad puts his head back down again happy with this new thought and this new mind set. Good for him and maybe bad for WCF.
