Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:24:17 GMT -5
Simple view this evening. Nothing more then a handheld video camera that happens to be zoomed in on the face of Brad Kane. A beard is starting to form but nothing too major at this point. Of course he knows this camera is staring at him because he gives a slight smirk.
"First, shut up. Just shut up for a moment and think. I know it might be a miracle for the fans in New Championship Wrestling to manage to think for more then a split second. As we all remember, they aren't the greatest minds in the world nor will they ever be. Then again a wrestling fan really isn't all that smart in the first place either. But this isn't about most of the fans at the moment.
Nah. This is about the people who will say the same ole, same ole about me. Yes I signed a new contract. Yes I'm here after a couple of weeks. Yes I'm aware that most don't view me in a nice light but that's fine. Think what y'all wanna think about me. Because you know what?
You're jealous of me."
A slight pause from Brad while he collects a few thoughts, pondering on what to get across. After he itches his nose, a chuckle comes from his mouth.
"So I guess I should explain why I've returned so soon after proclaiming this place to the spawning place for some of the worst professional wrestlers in history. I look around that locker room and I see these people, these morons running around, thinking that they're the greatest. These people running around wondering what those fans think of them because they didn't sell all of their 8x10 pictures that night.
Everyone wants their acceptance in the world. They want to know their place so they can settle down a little bit and breathe a sigh of relief, finally happy with where they are. Some people spend their entire life looking for that satisfaction. Wanting to get accepted into a group, into a locker room. They spend years busting their ass to gain the acceptance of people. They kill themselves to make someone cheer for them or get a good job.
I used to be like that. I wanted people to tell me nice things, good things. I wanted people to stroke my ego so I'd feel great about myself because my self esteem was so low I probably could've ended at any time. Then it all hit me. Why am I looking for your acceptance when I hate you? Why do I want people that I hate to accept me as one of their own?"
Brad takes another moment to stop and think. Nothing comes to mind right away until he nods to himself, realizing something.
"Take my relationship with Lance Ryan as an example for a moment. For years I wanted to be best friends with him but at times, no matter what I did he didn't fully extend his hand. He'd tell me that I could do better. That I could give more effort. Guys like Lance Ryan never fully looked at me with that glass full look.
I tried to get this place to love me. I tried to get you people to look at me in a light where I could finally feel the love, the warmth like a family would be. But instead, I'm nothing more than the red-head in a family of brunettes. You cast me out because I've made a few bad decisions but yet you cheer around a guy who never gives a full effort on a full time basis.
You accept people who are so horrible that they make Dr. Pepper look like a five star wrestler in comparison. You've cheered people, gave thanks to people who use to treat you like garbage. You let people into your circle that wanted to destroy this promotion more then once. But when it comes to me, I'm on the outside looking in, that I'm one big joke?
Where's the sense, the logic, in that?"
He inhales, trying to keep his calm for a moment. His cheeks are turning a hue of red, becoming a bit upset.
"I mean Xavier Williams used to be one of those guys. He came into this promotion when I made that group, that group that wanted to bring this promotion down into a state that we wanted. Yet now, you've learned to love him, learned to accept him. What has he done for you?
Sure he's won some titles here or there but who hasn't? One of the biggest failures in the business has held a title three times in this promotion and you've accepted him. Xavier wanted this place just as dead I did when 2008 began. He and I thought alike but once I shut my group down, he went off into his own and became a god in your eyes, all because he left my view, all because I set him free.
But would he have won that world title if it wasn't for me. Who stopped Steve Awesome in that match, Xavier? It wasn't the hand of God himself, it was me. Because of me, you should be on your knees, kissing my boots. You should kiss my white ass for letting you get a name in this promotion. All your X Division Title runs, your World Title run, all done because I saw the potential first. I saw it all first but I never got the phone call saying two words.
Thank you."
This time its just a small pause.
"So you see Xavier, this is just the first walk in a long road of proving to this company that I don't need your acceptance. That I don't need to be in your little crappy ass groups having fun. I don't want to kill this place anymore. I want to embarrass everyone that has a contract. I want to make you people realize that you made the biggest mistake when you looked at Brad Kane and started to laugh because of my own decisions.
Tell me, how much would this place suck if you didn't have me to snicker at? What would you do after the shows, wrestlers and fans alike? You'd end up going back home, popping in some sort of movie and start to yank your crank.
Take your acceptance, your fun and throw it in a trash can. I'm not here anymore to make friends. I've tried it too many times and failed. Bring your hate, bring your laughter and watch it disappear.
Xavier Williams, it starts with you brother. I made you and now I get to end you. Quite fitting don't you think?"
The stop button is pressed and it goes to black.
"First, shut up. Just shut up for a moment and think. I know it might be a miracle for the fans in New Championship Wrestling to manage to think for more then a split second. As we all remember, they aren't the greatest minds in the world nor will they ever be. Then again a wrestling fan really isn't all that smart in the first place either. But this isn't about most of the fans at the moment.
Nah. This is about the people who will say the same ole, same ole about me. Yes I signed a new contract. Yes I'm here after a couple of weeks. Yes I'm aware that most don't view me in a nice light but that's fine. Think what y'all wanna think about me. Because you know what?
You're jealous of me."
A slight pause from Brad while he collects a few thoughts, pondering on what to get across. After he itches his nose, a chuckle comes from his mouth.
"So I guess I should explain why I've returned so soon after proclaiming this place to the spawning place for some of the worst professional wrestlers in history. I look around that locker room and I see these people, these morons running around, thinking that they're the greatest. These people running around wondering what those fans think of them because they didn't sell all of their 8x10 pictures that night.
Everyone wants their acceptance in the world. They want to know their place so they can settle down a little bit and breathe a sigh of relief, finally happy with where they are. Some people spend their entire life looking for that satisfaction. Wanting to get accepted into a group, into a locker room. They spend years busting their ass to gain the acceptance of people. They kill themselves to make someone cheer for them or get a good job.
I used to be like that. I wanted people to tell me nice things, good things. I wanted people to stroke my ego so I'd feel great about myself because my self esteem was so low I probably could've ended at any time. Then it all hit me. Why am I looking for your acceptance when I hate you? Why do I want people that I hate to accept me as one of their own?"
Brad takes another moment to stop and think. Nothing comes to mind right away until he nods to himself, realizing something.
"Take my relationship with Lance Ryan as an example for a moment. For years I wanted to be best friends with him but at times, no matter what I did he didn't fully extend his hand. He'd tell me that I could do better. That I could give more effort. Guys like Lance Ryan never fully looked at me with that glass full look.
I tried to get this place to love me. I tried to get you people to look at me in a light where I could finally feel the love, the warmth like a family would be. But instead, I'm nothing more than the red-head in a family of brunettes. You cast me out because I've made a few bad decisions but yet you cheer around a guy who never gives a full effort on a full time basis.
You accept people who are so horrible that they make Dr. Pepper look like a five star wrestler in comparison. You've cheered people, gave thanks to people who use to treat you like garbage. You let people into your circle that wanted to destroy this promotion more then once. But when it comes to me, I'm on the outside looking in, that I'm one big joke?
Where's the sense, the logic, in that?"
He inhales, trying to keep his calm for a moment. His cheeks are turning a hue of red, becoming a bit upset.
"I mean Xavier Williams used to be one of those guys. He came into this promotion when I made that group, that group that wanted to bring this promotion down into a state that we wanted. Yet now, you've learned to love him, learned to accept him. What has he done for you?
Sure he's won some titles here or there but who hasn't? One of the biggest failures in the business has held a title three times in this promotion and you've accepted him. Xavier wanted this place just as dead I did when 2008 began. He and I thought alike but once I shut my group down, he went off into his own and became a god in your eyes, all because he left my view, all because I set him free.
But would he have won that world title if it wasn't for me. Who stopped Steve Awesome in that match, Xavier? It wasn't the hand of God himself, it was me. Because of me, you should be on your knees, kissing my boots. You should kiss my white ass for letting you get a name in this promotion. All your X Division Title runs, your World Title run, all done because I saw the potential first. I saw it all first but I never got the phone call saying two words.
Thank you."
This time its just a small pause.
"So you see Xavier, this is just the first walk in a long road of proving to this company that I don't need your acceptance. That I don't need to be in your little crappy ass groups having fun. I don't want to kill this place anymore. I want to embarrass everyone that has a contract. I want to make you people realize that you made the biggest mistake when you looked at Brad Kane and started to laugh because of my own decisions.
Tell me, how much would this place suck if you didn't have me to snicker at? What would you do after the shows, wrestlers and fans alike? You'd end up going back home, popping in some sort of movie and start to yank your crank.
Take your acceptance, your fun and throw it in a trash can. I'm not here anymore to make friends. I've tried it too many times and failed. Bring your hate, bring your laughter and watch it disappear.
Xavier Williams, it starts with you brother. I made you and now I get to end you. Quite fitting don't you think?"
The stop button is pressed and it goes to black.