Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:26:05 GMT -5
Another hand held camera view. Quite easy to set up all the time. Naturally Brad Kane is in the picture. A grin is on his face but why?
"Still standing. Still here. Still mad."
Brad begins to snicker, enjoying this in a sick and twisted way.
"Looks like Ace and Jimmy Zane couldn't take me out of the business on Sunday night. Didn't win but I didn't get pinned either. That supposed five star athlete took the loss. The man who believes his jock strap is capable of a five star match lost and won't be successful on that quest towards his goal.
Ace won, no real surprise. Guy is a champion, a National Champion. But now he has something else on his plate that'll manage to bore everyone in a ten yard radius. Congratulate yourself, New Championship Wrestling, you're boring your fanbase to death."
A small pause from Brad Kane. He looks off to the side and spits before putting his attention back to the camera.
"But this week though, this week, you're really testing me aren't you? You're trying to get rid of me by putting me against some of the dumbest wrestlers on the face of this earth. First I had to put up with Xavier Williams. Then I had to put up with Jimmy and Ace. Now...
Now you're putting me against a clown. A clown? Are you serious? Why are you doing this to me. All I want is to bury this promotion and you're trying to drive me away by putting me in the ring with a clown. Are you trying to make me lose my sobriety? Are you trying to make me get a prescription for a bottle of Xanax so I find myself in a state of near suicidal bliss?
The last time I took a high dose of Xanax I woke up a rehab clinic wondering how in the hell I got there. Apparently I was so drugged up between that, the Dilaudids and the fifth of vodka I had that night, it was amazing that I didn't die, all because of this business.
So now you're putting my life in the hands, the incapable hands of a man who runs around thinking he's a clown? I, I just don't seem to understand this company. One minute you have people facing champions in a non title match and the next, I'm bumped down to face a man who thinks that ICP is probably the greatest band in the history of the universe."
He stops again trying to think before going on.
"Freakke the Carnival King, the clown of nCw as it would appear. Why are you wrestling? Why are you trying to destroy the business with the way you look? I don't know because I don't understand you, Freakke. Why are you the way you are? Why do you dress the way that you do?
I don't get it. Why are they putting you against me, Freakke. Don't they know what happens when I get upset, when I get pissed about my career and my life. Does anyone remember when I wanted to kill Steve Awesome and I never got him? Remember that destruction that I caused. Remember all the people I put on a stretcher and they had to leave the arena in an ambulance?
Or are you trying to forget how dangerous I am when I get into this mood. See, Freakke, either they're trying to mess with me or they want you out of this company. I remember facing some idiot who thought he was an ice king at one point here. I messed him up badly. I was put on suspension because I went over a line just because I felt this kid, this idiot wasn't giving the business the respect it deserves.
It was because of this guy that I finally took that leap back into a bottle of Jack Daniels and lost it. I went on a spree after that. I beat my wife, I cut myself because I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted to die because of this promotion. Do you know what it feels like to be laying in bed at home then go into that bathroom. You look into a mirror and you don't even notice your own reflection?"
He stops once again but this time lets out a chuckle.
"See, that was me, Freakke. I couldn't stand to look at myself anymore and I knew something had to be done so I gave this promotion my notice at that time. All the times I leave this place, they aren't about retiring or whatever, its about keeping my sanity because this promotion drives me insane.
This is why I need to bury this promotion, why I need to bury all the wrestlers here. The sooner I put nCw out of business, the sooner I can look in that mirror and smile at what I see. My wife wants me to quit again already because that edge, that line between my sanity and lack there of is so clearly seen.
Freakke, I don't know you, I don't understand you and the only way you have any worth to me is for me to make an example out of you on Saturday night. That beating that I plan on giving you, it'll make people cry. The blood I'm willing to shed in order to put this promotion six feet deep is generous.
And after I beat you on Saturday night, Freakke, I'm setting my sights on the very title that I made into something here in this promotion. That X-Division Title is something that I used to cherish but to see people like you being put into consideration for it is enough to make me want to win that title and put it into the ground.
It used to mean something but with people like you wanting it at some point, I just don't think it needs to be around anymore. Freakke, for the sake of nCw, kill me in the middle of that ring if you can because I will not stop until this place is buried."
His face is bright red with anger. Brad grabs the camera and puts it right up to his face.
"All I used to want was to be part of you nCw. You pushed me this far and now Freakke has to suffer because of you. The clown that you put in front of me better give his family a kiss goodbye. He better hug his fans, all three of them. Freakke better take one last look in that mirror.
Because once I get done with him, he'll never be the same.
New Championship Wrestling. Go **** off and die."
Fade.
"Still standing. Still here. Still mad."
Brad begins to snicker, enjoying this in a sick and twisted way.
"Looks like Ace and Jimmy Zane couldn't take me out of the business on Sunday night. Didn't win but I didn't get pinned either. That supposed five star athlete took the loss. The man who believes his jock strap is capable of a five star match lost and won't be successful on that quest towards his goal.
Ace won, no real surprise. Guy is a champion, a National Champion. But now he has something else on his plate that'll manage to bore everyone in a ten yard radius. Congratulate yourself, New Championship Wrestling, you're boring your fanbase to death."
A small pause from Brad Kane. He looks off to the side and spits before putting his attention back to the camera.
"But this week though, this week, you're really testing me aren't you? You're trying to get rid of me by putting me against some of the dumbest wrestlers on the face of this earth. First I had to put up with Xavier Williams. Then I had to put up with Jimmy and Ace. Now...
Now you're putting me against a clown. A clown? Are you serious? Why are you doing this to me. All I want is to bury this promotion and you're trying to drive me away by putting me in the ring with a clown. Are you trying to make me lose my sobriety? Are you trying to make me get a prescription for a bottle of Xanax so I find myself in a state of near suicidal bliss?
The last time I took a high dose of Xanax I woke up a rehab clinic wondering how in the hell I got there. Apparently I was so drugged up between that, the Dilaudids and the fifth of vodka I had that night, it was amazing that I didn't die, all because of this business.
So now you're putting my life in the hands, the incapable hands of a man who runs around thinking he's a clown? I, I just don't seem to understand this company. One minute you have people facing champions in a non title match and the next, I'm bumped down to face a man who thinks that ICP is probably the greatest band in the history of the universe."
He stops again trying to think before going on.
"Freakke the Carnival King, the clown of nCw as it would appear. Why are you wrestling? Why are you trying to destroy the business with the way you look? I don't know because I don't understand you, Freakke. Why are you the way you are? Why do you dress the way that you do?
I don't get it. Why are they putting you against me, Freakke. Don't they know what happens when I get upset, when I get pissed about my career and my life. Does anyone remember when I wanted to kill Steve Awesome and I never got him? Remember that destruction that I caused. Remember all the people I put on a stretcher and they had to leave the arena in an ambulance?
Or are you trying to forget how dangerous I am when I get into this mood. See, Freakke, either they're trying to mess with me or they want you out of this company. I remember facing some idiot who thought he was an ice king at one point here. I messed him up badly. I was put on suspension because I went over a line just because I felt this kid, this idiot wasn't giving the business the respect it deserves.
It was because of this guy that I finally took that leap back into a bottle of Jack Daniels and lost it. I went on a spree after that. I beat my wife, I cut myself because I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted to die because of this promotion. Do you know what it feels like to be laying in bed at home then go into that bathroom. You look into a mirror and you don't even notice your own reflection?"
He stops once again but this time lets out a chuckle.
"See, that was me, Freakke. I couldn't stand to look at myself anymore and I knew something had to be done so I gave this promotion my notice at that time. All the times I leave this place, they aren't about retiring or whatever, its about keeping my sanity because this promotion drives me insane.
This is why I need to bury this promotion, why I need to bury all the wrestlers here. The sooner I put nCw out of business, the sooner I can look in that mirror and smile at what I see. My wife wants me to quit again already because that edge, that line between my sanity and lack there of is so clearly seen.
Freakke, I don't know you, I don't understand you and the only way you have any worth to me is for me to make an example out of you on Saturday night. That beating that I plan on giving you, it'll make people cry. The blood I'm willing to shed in order to put this promotion six feet deep is generous.
And after I beat you on Saturday night, Freakke, I'm setting my sights on the very title that I made into something here in this promotion. That X-Division Title is something that I used to cherish but to see people like you being put into consideration for it is enough to make me want to win that title and put it into the ground.
It used to mean something but with people like you wanting it at some point, I just don't think it needs to be around anymore. Freakke, for the sake of nCw, kill me in the middle of that ring if you can because I will not stop until this place is buried."
His face is bright red with anger. Brad grabs the camera and puts it right up to his face.
"All I used to want was to be part of you nCw. You pushed me this far and now Freakke has to suffer because of you. The clown that you put in front of me better give his family a kiss goodbye. He better hug his fans, all three of them. Freakke better take one last look in that mirror.
Because once I get done with him, he'll never be the same.
New Championship Wrestling. Go **** off and die."
Fade.