Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:26:35 GMT -5
Something more then a simple face view this evening. Instead we're treated to something a little different. Its a background of sorts, flames painted onto a wall. Looks like its part of the gym in the home of Brad Kane. Slowly he walks into view of the camera. No attention is paid to the device.
"Tomorrow night I step back into the ring yet again to make my way towards my goal. My simple, single goal here in this promotion, to burn it to the ground and dance around it. Though some things are easier said then done in this case. The resistance will be many and I welcome it. I welcome whoever this promotion throws my way, outside of this weekend at least.
See I'm standing next to this wall, this wall that my sister in law painted for us to give us an indication that wrestling, working out, is hell. This business that's given me all this money, some sort of fame is hell. Where I work right now is nothing but a level of hell that Dante could write about. There are different levels of the place but whatever.
This wall, fuels me though. When I stand in this room, in the middle of my own wrestling ring where I get respected, I stare off into this wall and I get lost in my thoughts. I stare at this wall and wonder why I keep coming back to a business that rapes me every single chance it gets. I've been to the top of the mountain and I've been there when that mountain falls and the only thing you have left is a small bit of pride.
Soon enough the pride fades away and you're left a broken, beaten down shell of who you used to be. So that's when you turn to substances to give you some of that pride, or the feel of pride, back into your system so you can try to get back to where you were."
The camera is still ignored by Brad Kane. He looks like he's been through a ten day wilderness trip. His hair is a mess, huge beard, like he's actually trapped in hell.
"That's when us wrestlers become known for doing things that make us seem like we're off our rockers. Like leaving a place and going back a few hours later, on your knees begging for forgiveness. That's when we find ourselves in a bathroom during a show, sneaking in a few shots of Jack before the match so you feel a little looser, a little more relaxed before going down to that ring.
I've wrestled drunk, I've wrestled high and I've been able to mask it somehow. In the past, when I was younger, I used to get into that ring with a three day binge in my stomach and manage to turn someone crappy into a classic. But when I originally joined this promotion back in 2007, I was the sober person that people came to love because I was well balanced.
I was the person that people wanted me to be. I tried to become respectful, even to my enemies. I tried to be that nice guy in the locker room but it was eating away at me the entire time. Trying to be something I'm not was burning away at my soul while I was wrestling against scrubs. While I was busting my ass in the undercard, I had to watch a man who didn't deserve a single thing in this promotion get World Title matches.
I had to watch my brother, who wishes he could be me, get all the accolades while I was wading in hell with our little bastard Christian. I was stuck in this small hell where I would be in one place. So I tried to force my way, didn't work. I was sent back down to hell here because I just didn't quite have something that would push me over the top into the tier that main events these shows today."
He finally turns to the camera, his hazel eyes showing nothing but pain in them. The eyelids shut as Brad backs into the wall.
"And since I've came back to hell a few weeks ago, I'm still in this same position. I'm still stuck in this place because I'm not one of the boys. See when I forced myself up to the top once upon a time, I wasn't myself. I was trying to be the guy that people wanted me to be. I was conforming myself in order to escape this hell.
I know people talk about hell all the time in this business but you don't know what hell is until you've actually walked twelve steps and then relapsed because this hell forces you to go a little insane, a little crazy.
Tomorrow night when I get that Freakke into the middle of my ring, my own personal hell. I'm gonna make him wish he went with a different career choice. I'm gonna make him wonder why he ever got into the wrestling world.
All these words that I've said towards you, Freakke, all of them don't matter tomorrow night. The only thing that matters is putting you into the ground with the worms and the maggots while you're fighting to get out of a body bag. So while in the ground, decaying, I'll still be walking through this professional and personal hell of mine."
The eyes are open once again, Brad tilting his head up towards the ceiling.
"So you gotta ask yourself a simple question, Freakke. Are you really ready to go through hell just for one night so you can try to make a name for yourself by beating me? Are you actually thinking you can pull this off.
You got nothin' to lose kid. You win, you win. You lose, you lose. I need to beat you Freakke. I need to get this under my belt that I can finally start to tame and walk out of this hell that nCw, that various substances have given me.
To you, hell is just another word. To me, hell is life.
New Championship Wrestling. **** off and die."
Fade.
"Tomorrow night I step back into the ring yet again to make my way towards my goal. My simple, single goal here in this promotion, to burn it to the ground and dance around it. Though some things are easier said then done in this case. The resistance will be many and I welcome it. I welcome whoever this promotion throws my way, outside of this weekend at least.
See I'm standing next to this wall, this wall that my sister in law painted for us to give us an indication that wrestling, working out, is hell. This business that's given me all this money, some sort of fame is hell. Where I work right now is nothing but a level of hell that Dante could write about. There are different levels of the place but whatever.
This wall, fuels me though. When I stand in this room, in the middle of my own wrestling ring where I get respected, I stare off into this wall and I get lost in my thoughts. I stare at this wall and wonder why I keep coming back to a business that rapes me every single chance it gets. I've been to the top of the mountain and I've been there when that mountain falls and the only thing you have left is a small bit of pride.
Soon enough the pride fades away and you're left a broken, beaten down shell of who you used to be. So that's when you turn to substances to give you some of that pride, or the feel of pride, back into your system so you can try to get back to where you were."
The camera is still ignored by Brad Kane. He looks like he's been through a ten day wilderness trip. His hair is a mess, huge beard, like he's actually trapped in hell.
"That's when us wrestlers become known for doing things that make us seem like we're off our rockers. Like leaving a place and going back a few hours later, on your knees begging for forgiveness. That's when we find ourselves in a bathroom during a show, sneaking in a few shots of Jack before the match so you feel a little looser, a little more relaxed before going down to that ring.
I've wrestled drunk, I've wrestled high and I've been able to mask it somehow. In the past, when I was younger, I used to get into that ring with a three day binge in my stomach and manage to turn someone crappy into a classic. But when I originally joined this promotion back in 2007, I was the sober person that people came to love because I was well balanced.
I was the person that people wanted me to be. I tried to become respectful, even to my enemies. I tried to be that nice guy in the locker room but it was eating away at me the entire time. Trying to be something I'm not was burning away at my soul while I was wrestling against scrubs. While I was busting my ass in the undercard, I had to watch a man who didn't deserve a single thing in this promotion get World Title matches.
I had to watch my brother, who wishes he could be me, get all the accolades while I was wading in hell with our little bastard Christian. I was stuck in this small hell where I would be in one place. So I tried to force my way, didn't work. I was sent back down to hell here because I just didn't quite have something that would push me over the top into the tier that main events these shows today."
He finally turns to the camera, his hazel eyes showing nothing but pain in them. The eyelids shut as Brad backs into the wall.
"And since I've came back to hell a few weeks ago, I'm still in this same position. I'm still stuck in this place because I'm not one of the boys. See when I forced myself up to the top once upon a time, I wasn't myself. I was trying to be the guy that people wanted me to be. I was conforming myself in order to escape this hell.
I know people talk about hell all the time in this business but you don't know what hell is until you've actually walked twelve steps and then relapsed because this hell forces you to go a little insane, a little crazy.
Tomorrow night when I get that Freakke into the middle of my ring, my own personal hell. I'm gonna make him wish he went with a different career choice. I'm gonna make him wonder why he ever got into the wrestling world.
All these words that I've said towards you, Freakke, all of them don't matter tomorrow night. The only thing that matters is putting you into the ground with the worms and the maggots while you're fighting to get out of a body bag. So while in the ground, decaying, I'll still be walking through this professional and personal hell of mine."
The eyes are open once again, Brad tilting his head up towards the ceiling.
"So you gotta ask yourself a simple question, Freakke. Are you really ready to go through hell just for one night so you can try to make a name for yourself by beating me? Are you actually thinking you can pull this off.
You got nothin' to lose kid. You win, you win. You lose, you lose. I need to beat you Freakke. I need to get this under my belt that I can finally start to tame and walk out of this hell that nCw, that various substances have given me.
To you, hell is just another word. To me, hell is life.
New Championship Wrestling. **** off and die."
Fade.