Post by whysoserious on Oct 2, 2011 22:34:10 GMT -5
"Okay, okay, stop me if you've heard this one before. A wrestler walks into a promotion and gets a few wins. Suddenly they think they're the baddest shit walking on the face of this earth. A few more matches and they get a title shot. Everyone's thinking that despite the short amount of time he's been here he'll win the title because he's the hot newcomer that everyone's rally behind. Then this wrestler wins the World Title and suddenly this ego becomes larger and larger.
At this point in his mind he's unstoppable. Nothing can stop him except for one thing and one thing only. The real owner of the promotion comes back into the place he made. The man that I only work for comes back and wants to hit the restart button. If this man can't possibly understand this then why does he even want to stay here. To win the title back and prove that he is the best? Or is this all just a bunch of false bravado."
I stand before everyone in the middle of my wrestling ring. I should be in PA but I'll be taking the first flight out after I finish recording this promotion. I'm a little disgusted right now because I hate doing these video promos but seeing as how this is War I feel the need to do something special.
"This is the first time in five years I've found myself in this contest. The last time someone even close to me was a man by the name of Safestyle Jack making a mockery of who I was at the time. Since 2006 I haven't seen myself standing in the ring waiting to see who comes out next. For a lot of men and some women this is the first time into the fray. They don't know how to really expect to know what's going to happen. Sure you can watch all the tape but it still doesn't compare to the actual feel of seeing your rival come down to the ring.
The first time I was in a War I was still in the middle of battle with Creeping Death. Seven years ago when I entered this business I was handpicked by Creeping Death himself to be a rival. From the moment I started wrestling I've been in the spotlight. It's what I know. But in this first War I didn't know what to expect and it cost me when he came out of nowhere to pin me. From there I've had a certain feeling about the War match.
I nearly won it the next year after winning one of the only War Games contests in WCF history. Then the next year I didn't fare too well. Still I know what to expect out of this contest. I'm one of the few who have been in more then one of these things. Doesn't give me an edge because sometimes it's all luck in the draw. If I draw the first spot then, well, everything gets so much tougher."
My history in War is something I'm not proud of. Although Safestyle Jack was a fun way to get myself back into WCF after a few months off. Gotta get my mind right.
"A friend of mine entered it from the first spot a couple of years ago and didn't really do all that well. Still he showed the heart to keep doing after being worn down and beaten. It's so easy to put on a braveface and pretend to not be scared shitless about being in War. Everyone knows that one mistake in a singles matches and you might lose. There's always time to correct your wrong. Same goes for a tag match or even a triple threat.
In this match all it takes is just that one misstep and boom, gone. Six years ago I made the mistake of trusting Logan and you know what it earned me? A first class ticket to a city. I know he'd love to do it again because the two of us have never seen eye to eye. A storied past between the two of us and I'd love to end his chances at winning the War and WCF Title again. Like I said I knew Logan when he was focused."
A focused Logan was the scariest thing I could've imagined in my first few years but the best thing is that I did beat him. I have beaten Logan. I know that I can keep doing it until the end of time. I sit atop of the turnbuckle and look down at the ring before sighing.
"People wanna know what I've been doing since I lost the World Title sans that small appearance at XIII to teach some respect to Roy Speede? I've still been wrestling. I don't claim retirement in an epic two out of three falls match like some bitch does. But when I heard that WCF was back under the power of Seth Lerch I knew it was time to head back. No offense to those who ran it during his leave but I joined this promotion because of the solid ownership.
And without Seth Lerch it just doesn't have a WCF feel. So as I said when I got the message that he was back in as owner and wanted to restart everything I knew it was time to come back home to where I was made into a professional wrestler. Like I've told so many of you this is where I started wrestling and loyalty is a strong point in my life. I had to comeback. I had to comeback to win the War. I had to return to do myself proud again.
I don't care if this is the only promotion where I wrestle anymore. I don't need the approval of people who treat me like shit and disrespect me all the time. I don't need a bunch of wrestlers who treat the locker room like a high school to tell me how good I am to my face and then retract it and say I'm shit behind my back. I want to wrestle for respect. I know that in WCF people always know that 'Reckless Jack' Brad Kane means something.
They've always known that when I come into WCF they know they're gonna see something they won't forget. Nate Nytro, best series of matches I had in my first two years. My series with Logan wasn't quite hate filled but it was great. Creeping Death, another guy who helped make me into a star. Beating Torture twice despite what the fucking record books say! WCF is home to me. Not somewhere based in Dallas. Not somewhere based in New York. Nowhere else makes me feel as welcomed as when I step through these doors."
After I jump down back to the ring I find myself sitting in the middle of the squared circle as I motion for my wife to zoom in a little bit.
"I don't care if you were a former champion who got stripped that does lame action figure shows. I don't care if you're a young, cocky asshole I've already beaten respect into. I don't care if you're a kid I had a series of matches against and you never beat me. I don't care if I won the tag team titles with you and had one of the best series of promos of all time in the Girlfriend Search. I'd stab my own brother in the back to win this match.
Tomorrow night is my night. If I make a mistake then I make one. It doesn't matter because I know in my heart of hearts that Brad Kane finally wins the War. If I can't find myself winning then, well, I know who I have to stop from winning. A supposed smart big man. I've faced smarter and bigger then you, Odin. Bigger you are, the more I kick you down until you do fall. I've never found myself loathing someone so fast as I have you.
The tenth War match will feature my third World Title win. You don't have to choke on it either bitches.
Peace."
I stand up and jump out of the ring before heading out of the door and to my car to fly out to Reading for the biggest match I've had in a long time.
At this point in his mind he's unstoppable. Nothing can stop him except for one thing and one thing only. The real owner of the promotion comes back into the place he made. The man that I only work for comes back and wants to hit the restart button. If this man can't possibly understand this then why does he even want to stay here. To win the title back and prove that he is the best? Or is this all just a bunch of false bravado."
I stand before everyone in the middle of my wrestling ring. I should be in PA but I'll be taking the first flight out after I finish recording this promotion. I'm a little disgusted right now because I hate doing these video promos but seeing as how this is War I feel the need to do something special.
"This is the first time in five years I've found myself in this contest. The last time someone even close to me was a man by the name of Safestyle Jack making a mockery of who I was at the time. Since 2006 I haven't seen myself standing in the ring waiting to see who comes out next. For a lot of men and some women this is the first time into the fray. They don't know how to really expect to know what's going to happen. Sure you can watch all the tape but it still doesn't compare to the actual feel of seeing your rival come down to the ring.
The first time I was in a War I was still in the middle of battle with Creeping Death. Seven years ago when I entered this business I was handpicked by Creeping Death himself to be a rival. From the moment I started wrestling I've been in the spotlight. It's what I know. But in this first War I didn't know what to expect and it cost me when he came out of nowhere to pin me. From there I've had a certain feeling about the War match.
I nearly won it the next year after winning one of the only War Games contests in WCF history. Then the next year I didn't fare too well. Still I know what to expect out of this contest. I'm one of the few who have been in more then one of these things. Doesn't give me an edge because sometimes it's all luck in the draw. If I draw the first spot then, well, everything gets so much tougher."
My history in War is something I'm not proud of. Although Safestyle Jack was a fun way to get myself back into WCF after a few months off. Gotta get my mind right.
"A friend of mine entered it from the first spot a couple of years ago and didn't really do all that well. Still he showed the heart to keep doing after being worn down and beaten. It's so easy to put on a braveface and pretend to not be scared shitless about being in War. Everyone knows that one mistake in a singles matches and you might lose. There's always time to correct your wrong. Same goes for a tag match or even a triple threat.
In this match all it takes is just that one misstep and boom, gone. Six years ago I made the mistake of trusting Logan and you know what it earned me? A first class ticket to a city. I know he'd love to do it again because the two of us have never seen eye to eye. A storied past between the two of us and I'd love to end his chances at winning the War and WCF Title again. Like I said I knew Logan when he was focused."
A focused Logan was the scariest thing I could've imagined in my first few years but the best thing is that I did beat him. I have beaten Logan. I know that I can keep doing it until the end of time. I sit atop of the turnbuckle and look down at the ring before sighing.
"People wanna know what I've been doing since I lost the World Title sans that small appearance at XIII to teach some respect to Roy Speede? I've still been wrestling. I don't claim retirement in an epic two out of three falls match like some bitch does. But when I heard that WCF was back under the power of Seth Lerch I knew it was time to head back. No offense to those who ran it during his leave but I joined this promotion because of the solid ownership.
And without Seth Lerch it just doesn't have a WCF feel. So as I said when I got the message that he was back in as owner and wanted to restart everything I knew it was time to come back home to where I was made into a professional wrestler. Like I've told so many of you this is where I started wrestling and loyalty is a strong point in my life. I had to comeback. I had to comeback to win the War. I had to return to do myself proud again.
I don't care if this is the only promotion where I wrestle anymore. I don't need the approval of people who treat me like shit and disrespect me all the time. I don't need a bunch of wrestlers who treat the locker room like a high school to tell me how good I am to my face and then retract it and say I'm shit behind my back. I want to wrestle for respect. I know that in WCF people always know that 'Reckless Jack' Brad Kane means something.
They've always known that when I come into WCF they know they're gonna see something they won't forget. Nate Nytro, best series of matches I had in my first two years. My series with Logan wasn't quite hate filled but it was great. Creeping Death, another guy who helped make me into a star. Beating Torture twice despite what the fucking record books say! WCF is home to me. Not somewhere based in Dallas. Not somewhere based in New York. Nowhere else makes me feel as welcomed as when I step through these doors."
After I jump down back to the ring I find myself sitting in the middle of the squared circle as I motion for my wife to zoom in a little bit.
"I don't care if you were a former champion who got stripped that does lame action figure shows. I don't care if you're a young, cocky asshole I've already beaten respect into. I don't care if you're a kid I had a series of matches against and you never beat me. I don't care if I won the tag team titles with you and had one of the best series of promos of all time in the Girlfriend Search. I'd stab my own brother in the back to win this match.
Tomorrow night is my night. If I make a mistake then I make one. It doesn't matter because I know in my heart of hearts that Brad Kane finally wins the War. If I can't find myself winning then, well, I know who I have to stop from winning. A supposed smart big man. I've faced smarter and bigger then you, Odin. Bigger you are, the more I kick you down until you do fall. I've never found myself loathing someone so fast as I have you.
The tenth War match will feature my third World Title win. You don't have to choke on it either bitches.
Peace."
I stand up and jump out of the ring before heading out of the door and to my car to fly out to Reading for the biggest match I've had in a long time.
