Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:22:15 GMT -5
::..."This is my indictment
Of your beliefs
This is my indictment
Oh what you hold dear"...::
(You know, after Fallout the other night, you'd think I'd be a little discouraged to hear the fans boo me after I turned my back on them. I turn my back on them after saying something that came from deep down inside me and that happens. I turn my back after giving them emotion and truth and they boo me? I try to tell you that I'm being a man, being honest with you and I hear the boos birds come out again. Are you still pissed at me for only God knows what?
I figured that the fans would realize emotion but I guess I was completely wrong. Doesn't really surprise me though. It only makes sense that'd they would boo the man who put a few things on the map in this promotion. Everyone is so quick to forget that I was the one who brought the X-Division to life by becoming the first champion. People tend to forget that the Age of the Revolution was created by me! But in typical fashion, it gets stolen from the creator and it becomes something larger and more exciting then I could've imagined.
People always started to talk about the X-Division title when people like Xavier Williams and Angel were fighting it out in a Death Cage match. People were talking about Age of the Revolution when Lance Ryan was running it with all them other guys. Remember that Lance won the World Title a second time after he joined the only and original Age of the Revolution? I didn't think so. Remember when I ripped through the original X-Division before a man who believes he's Jesus Christ himself stepped in and took the belt from me? I didn't think so.
Its like no matter what good I did in this company, no matter who I tried to bring in, who I wrestled, how I wrestled, it wasn't good enough for you to remember that I was once a man who was favored in this company. When I first started here in nCw, I was someone that people wanted to work with. Then, before I knew it, something started to happen. I don't know if it was something stuck in my back or if people just stopped caring but Brad Kane didn't exist anymore.
How else would you get yourself noticed? My wrestling wasn't working. My idea of Age of the Revolution began to fizzle out after a couple of months.
I tried my best to get something done in this promotion. I worked my ass off when I first started here. Once everything failed, I became what you see now. I started to dodge in and out of this promotion as I saw fit. If things weren't going my way, I left. I became paranoid a little bit too. No matter the fact, now that I'm here in nCw again after a few months away from wrestling, I think its time to reveal the true colors.
You started to see it when I wanted to destroy Steve Awesome. I hate you people. I loathe you people in nCw. I hate everyone here, even you a bit Spike, brother. I look at people in this promotion, this company and I see nothing that should excite the crowd.
I'm thinking about my match this week on Saturday against some drunken Irish {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} and I keep thinking to myself, why is this guy employed? I might've had my problems with alcohol in the past but what this guy is doing, it just boggles my mind. And he's getting cheered for it?
I'm a good man, a family man, a person that you could value in your lives. But no, instead you choose to cheer a drunkard. A guy who'll probably be out of the business in less then a matter of six months, if that even. I'll probably still be here in six months, completely sober and completely in control of my life. I see people like Fergus and I just think of my past when I was a worthless piece of life. The bottle used to control me, used to comfort me. So Fergus, you're letting a substance, a substance that wants you dead to control you.
What are you even doing in this industry? Shouldn't you be out in some back lot, sucking a dick for your next bottle of beer? What are going to do when you realize that you're completely broke? That's exactly when you'll realize that you'll open your mouth and put something in there that doesn't belong.
Nah, I'm not talking about the dick.
I'm talking about a gun. You'll wrap your lips around the barrell and squeeze the trigger, splattering your single brain cell on the wall. The neighborhood will cheer because their worthless drunk is dead. The kids will go back out into the streets again, knowing their safe from getting hit by a piece of **** like you.
I hate you Fergus. I don't even know you and I hate you. I hate people like you. I hate people that drink and get behind a wheel of a car and they run over a ****ing kid, a eight year old kid! Then they drive off like it never happened. They get off in the trial and you're left wondering if you should kill this asshole for yourself.
What was going through my mind when I was watching the screen backstage on Sunday night and I see this guy, you Fergus, stroll out to the ring like you've earned something. Here's my advice to you. Put the bottle down and walk away from this business. Go to school, get a degree in computers or something. I don't care.
The whole jist of it is this, I want you dead. I want you to be forced to leave the ring in a body bag.
Why?
Because of pricks like you who killed my son two years ago. A drunken, piece of **** Irish man against a sober, upstanding Irish man. Doesn't seem like much of a contest does it? Either way, once I get into that ring, Xtreme Rules, I grab a ballbat and shove it up your ass, forcing the ***damn thing out your ****ing throat, you'll realize that you made the wrong decision.)
Of your beliefs
This is my indictment
Oh what you hold dear"...::
(You know, after Fallout the other night, you'd think I'd be a little discouraged to hear the fans boo me after I turned my back on them. I turn my back on them after saying something that came from deep down inside me and that happens. I turn my back after giving them emotion and truth and they boo me? I try to tell you that I'm being a man, being honest with you and I hear the boos birds come out again. Are you still pissed at me for only God knows what?
I figured that the fans would realize emotion but I guess I was completely wrong. Doesn't really surprise me though. It only makes sense that'd they would boo the man who put a few things on the map in this promotion. Everyone is so quick to forget that I was the one who brought the X-Division to life by becoming the first champion. People tend to forget that the Age of the Revolution was created by me! But in typical fashion, it gets stolen from the creator and it becomes something larger and more exciting then I could've imagined.
People always started to talk about the X-Division title when people like Xavier Williams and Angel were fighting it out in a Death Cage match. People were talking about Age of the Revolution when Lance Ryan was running it with all them other guys. Remember that Lance won the World Title a second time after he joined the only and original Age of the Revolution? I didn't think so. Remember when I ripped through the original X-Division before a man who believes he's Jesus Christ himself stepped in and took the belt from me? I didn't think so.
Its like no matter what good I did in this company, no matter who I tried to bring in, who I wrestled, how I wrestled, it wasn't good enough for you to remember that I was once a man who was favored in this company. When I first started here in nCw, I was someone that people wanted to work with. Then, before I knew it, something started to happen. I don't know if it was something stuck in my back or if people just stopped caring but Brad Kane didn't exist anymore.
How else would you get yourself noticed? My wrestling wasn't working. My idea of Age of the Revolution began to fizzle out after a couple of months.
I tried my best to get something done in this promotion. I worked my ass off when I first started here. Once everything failed, I became what you see now. I started to dodge in and out of this promotion as I saw fit. If things weren't going my way, I left. I became paranoid a little bit too. No matter the fact, now that I'm here in nCw again after a few months away from wrestling, I think its time to reveal the true colors.
You started to see it when I wanted to destroy Steve Awesome. I hate you people. I loathe you people in nCw. I hate everyone here, even you a bit Spike, brother. I look at people in this promotion, this company and I see nothing that should excite the crowd.
I'm thinking about my match this week on Saturday against some drunken Irish {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} and I keep thinking to myself, why is this guy employed? I might've had my problems with alcohol in the past but what this guy is doing, it just boggles my mind. And he's getting cheered for it?
I'm a good man, a family man, a person that you could value in your lives. But no, instead you choose to cheer a drunkard. A guy who'll probably be out of the business in less then a matter of six months, if that even. I'll probably still be here in six months, completely sober and completely in control of my life. I see people like Fergus and I just think of my past when I was a worthless piece of life. The bottle used to control me, used to comfort me. So Fergus, you're letting a substance, a substance that wants you dead to control you.
What are you even doing in this industry? Shouldn't you be out in some back lot, sucking a dick for your next bottle of beer? What are going to do when you realize that you're completely broke? That's exactly when you'll realize that you'll open your mouth and put something in there that doesn't belong.
Nah, I'm not talking about the dick.
I'm talking about a gun. You'll wrap your lips around the barrell and squeeze the trigger, splattering your single brain cell on the wall. The neighborhood will cheer because their worthless drunk is dead. The kids will go back out into the streets again, knowing their safe from getting hit by a piece of **** like you.
I hate you Fergus. I don't even know you and I hate you. I hate people like you. I hate people that drink and get behind a wheel of a car and they run over a ****ing kid, a eight year old kid! Then they drive off like it never happened. They get off in the trial and you're left wondering if you should kill this asshole for yourself.
What was going through my mind when I was watching the screen backstage on Sunday night and I see this guy, you Fergus, stroll out to the ring like you've earned something. Here's my advice to you. Put the bottle down and walk away from this business. Go to school, get a degree in computers or something. I don't care.
The whole jist of it is this, I want you dead. I want you to be forced to leave the ring in a body bag.
Why?
Because of pricks like you who killed my son two years ago. A drunken, piece of **** Irish man against a sober, upstanding Irish man. Doesn't seem like much of a contest does it? Either way, once I get into that ring, Xtreme Rules, I grab a ballbat and shove it up your ass, forcing the ***damn thing out your ****ing throat, you'll realize that you made the wrong decision.)