Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:27:13 GMT -5
Moments after the conclusion of Crossroads, Brad Kane is sitting in the locker room, having it all to himself. Well not really a locker room but more of a supply closet, not wanting to be near anyone else in the promotion he detests.
"Before I start in.
I'd like to take a moment to recite a song that's playing in my mind right now.
You might know it.
Might not.
I don't care.
I'll leave you to die choking on your blood.
Choking on your blood.
After going out there and doing what I said I was going to do.
Those lyrics popped into my head.
I made that Slone kid leave with the medical staff.
Did you hear him gasping for air?
Did you hear Sexy Jason gasping for air?
Did you hear Mike Machado gasping for air?
I made three men lose their dreams, their shots at glory.
It gave me such a nice feeling.
So warm and fuzzy now inside.
Knowing that I destroyed three men.
But everyone in that match felt what I said I was going to do.
The impact that I made tonight is only the beginning of this crusade against this promotion."
He takes a moment to snicker to himself.
"Since I've started this...
I've choked out four of your wrestlers.
Four men have lost at my hand.
My hate fuels me to bury this place.
And now you serve me leftovers again.
Andrew Jacobsen.
The former X-Division Champion.
A man who is wallowing in sorrow and self pity.
A man who probably feels broken on the inside.
How does it know that you were beaten...
Bruised...
And had your title taken away from you?
It hurts doesn't it.
That pain that is going through your mind.
You sit there wondering where you went wrong.
Trying to think of that split second when you lost it.
See, that pain and misery you feel...
I feel that every single time I step into an arena to wrestle for this company.
That feeling in your gut...
Like you've been kicked by a mule.
That's how I feel every single moment I'm in that ring.
Sometimes I want to throw up because of this company.
But I take that sick feeling in my gut, that misery, that sorrow...
And I turn it into the pain I give out.
Ask the seven men tonight.
I started and I ended them Andrew.
Seven men, I took out nearly half of them.
Would've been more then half if that damn clown hadn't of stolen a chance to choke another life away.
But you see Andrew.
What you feel right now.
How you respond.
It won't matter.
I was winning that title you lost before you knew what you wanted to do with your life.
Because of me, Andrew, you had that chance to be a winner.
I pushed for that title.
And I had to see someone like you hold onto it.
Even for the small amount of time, it burned at me.
So for that...
You have to suffer the same fate as everyone else.
I have to bury you.
I have to bury you and then move onto next week.
My chance to take a giant dump on this company.
Andrew Jacobsen.
Kiss your manager goodbye.
After I'm done with you on Saturday night.
You won't see her again.
New Championship Wrestling.
**** off and die."
Fade.
"Before I start in.
I'd like to take a moment to recite a song that's playing in my mind right now.
You might know it.
Might not.
I don't care.
I'll leave you to die choking on your blood.
Choking on your blood.
After going out there and doing what I said I was going to do.
Those lyrics popped into my head.
I made that Slone kid leave with the medical staff.
Did you hear him gasping for air?
Did you hear Sexy Jason gasping for air?
Did you hear Mike Machado gasping for air?
I made three men lose their dreams, their shots at glory.
It gave me such a nice feeling.
So warm and fuzzy now inside.
Knowing that I destroyed three men.
But everyone in that match felt what I said I was going to do.
The impact that I made tonight is only the beginning of this crusade against this promotion."
He takes a moment to snicker to himself.
"Since I've started this...
I've choked out four of your wrestlers.
Four men have lost at my hand.
My hate fuels me to bury this place.
And now you serve me leftovers again.
Andrew Jacobsen.
The former X-Division Champion.
A man who is wallowing in sorrow and self pity.
A man who probably feels broken on the inside.
How does it know that you were beaten...
Bruised...
And had your title taken away from you?
It hurts doesn't it.
That pain that is going through your mind.
You sit there wondering where you went wrong.
Trying to think of that split second when you lost it.
See, that pain and misery you feel...
I feel that every single time I step into an arena to wrestle for this company.
That feeling in your gut...
Like you've been kicked by a mule.
That's how I feel every single moment I'm in that ring.
Sometimes I want to throw up because of this company.
But I take that sick feeling in my gut, that misery, that sorrow...
And I turn it into the pain I give out.
Ask the seven men tonight.
I started and I ended them Andrew.
Seven men, I took out nearly half of them.
Would've been more then half if that damn clown hadn't of stolen a chance to choke another life away.
But you see Andrew.
What you feel right now.
How you respond.
It won't matter.
I was winning that title you lost before you knew what you wanted to do with your life.
Because of me, Andrew, you had that chance to be a winner.
I pushed for that title.
And I had to see someone like you hold onto it.
Even for the small amount of time, it burned at me.
So for that...
You have to suffer the same fate as everyone else.
I have to bury you.
I have to bury you and then move onto next week.
My chance to take a giant dump on this company.
Andrew Jacobsen.
Kiss your manager goodbye.
After I'm done with you on Saturday night.
You won't see her again.
New Championship Wrestling.
**** off and die."
Fade.