Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:27:49 GMT -5
A snow covered hill in the beginning of March, how lame. No matter as Brad Kane is standing outside, breathing the cold air into his lungs. Laughter is heard behind him, must be the kids playing as per usual. That hate filled look is in his eyes though.
"Oh no, someone told me I was an asshole.
Time to grab that razor blade and cut myself.
Time to want to go back into the old me.
The one that loathes the self.
The one that wants to die.
The one who cared about what people thought of him.
See Andrew, that used to be me.
I used to be someone like you.
A man who spoke about others.
Someone who cared about the well being of his his peers.
In time, you're eyes will be opened.
But I'm an asshole and I know it?
What you mistake for being an asshole is called reality.
I take it you haven't been in this business long enough yet to know that.
Andrew, there is quite a bit you don't know.
Because you're too blind to see.
Too deaf to listen.
Too stupid to get the real meaning.
Why would I want to put my hands on your squeeze.
Your lady.
Your "best friend" when what I can do is so much better.
When I said she wasn't gonna see you again.
What I meant was that you'll be six feet deep.
With the maggots crawlin' through your eye sockets.
Loses meaning when I need to explain it.
That's what I don't like about this place.
No one gets it.
You're all happy in your ignorant bubbles.
You think that some day all that hard work will pay off.
Andrew Jacobsen in that main event.
That's your dream right?"
A small pause.
"The thing about these dreams we have when we're younger...
Is we think we can get them at some point.
Your dream of main eventing and winning a World Title won't happen.
That's just me being realistic kid.
You aren't good enough.
Talented enough.
Smart enough to get to that point.
You say these words like I'm supposed to know they're absolute law.
That you'll make a stand against a single man.
A man who wants nothing to do with you.
Andrew to be in the ranks with the men you mentioned.
You have to...
Actually.
You know what?
This is what'll I do for you.
I'm gonna take this little indestructible word.
That word that you used to describe yourself.
I'll put it into a jar and then in three years I'll see how indestructible you are.
Let's see how well you feel after you've been in this damn company for three years.
I'm going to make you feel those three years in a single night.
You can try to make my hand slap the mat with your crummy little move.
Before I hated this company.
Before I started to go psycho in the middle of that ring.
I used to be the best wrestler this place.
No one...
NO ONE knows as much as I do.
So you put me into your little hold.
Try to make me tap out.
But Andrew.
What does a promo style have to do with it.
That almost sounds like a shoot comment.
Are you shooting on me kid?
Do you have the balls to break down a barrier and enter a world where I'll rip you apart.
Talk about your crap with Angel.
With Gib.
They don't matter.
Neither of them have a damn thing to do with this match.
You just don't have enough to say.
Something original anyways to use up your tape time.
I'm not whining.
HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY IT?!
I'm speaking my mind.
I'm telling the truth.
This place will use you up.
They've done it to a man who was my best friend.
Andrew.
For my sanity and your well being.
Come up with somethin' new kid.
Say something interesting.
Zero personality doesn't get you far in this business.
Andrew Jacobsen.
Go and get a personality.
New Championship Wrestling.
Go **** off and die."
Fade.
"Oh no, someone told me I was an asshole.
Time to grab that razor blade and cut myself.
Time to want to go back into the old me.
The one that loathes the self.
The one that wants to die.
The one who cared about what people thought of him.
See Andrew, that used to be me.
I used to be someone like you.
A man who spoke about others.
Someone who cared about the well being of his his peers.
In time, you're eyes will be opened.
But I'm an asshole and I know it?
What you mistake for being an asshole is called reality.
I take it you haven't been in this business long enough yet to know that.
Andrew, there is quite a bit you don't know.
Because you're too blind to see.
Too deaf to listen.
Too stupid to get the real meaning.
Why would I want to put my hands on your squeeze.
Your lady.
Your "best friend" when what I can do is so much better.
When I said she wasn't gonna see you again.
What I meant was that you'll be six feet deep.
With the maggots crawlin' through your eye sockets.
Loses meaning when I need to explain it.
That's what I don't like about this place.
No one gets it.
You're all happy in your ignorant bubbles.
You think that some day all that hard work will pay off.
Andrew Jacobsen in that main event.
That's your dream right?"
A small pause.
"The thing about these dreams we have when we're younger...
Is we think we can get them at some point.
Your dream of main eventing and winning a World Title won't happen.
That's just me being realistic kid.
You aren't good enough.
Talented enough.
Smart enough to get to that point.
You say these words like I'm supposed to know they're absolute law.
That you'll make a stand against a single man.
A man who wants nothing to do with you.
Andrew to be in the ranks with the men you mentioned.
You have to...
Actually.
You know what?
This is what'll I do for you.
I'm gonna take this little indestructible word.
That word that you used to describe yourself.
I'll put it into a jar and then in three years I'll see how indestructible you are.
Let's see how well you feel after you've been in this damn company for three years.
I'm going to make you feel those three years in a single night.
You can try to make my hand slap the mat with your crummy little move.
Before I hated this company.
Before I started to go psycho in the middle of that ring.
I used to be the best wrestler this place.
No one...
NO ONE knows as much as I do.
So you put me into your little hold.
Try to make me tap out.
But Andrew.
What does a promo style have to do with it.
That almost sounds like a shoot comment.
Are you shooting on me kid?
Do you have the balls to break down a barrier and enter a world where I'll rip you apart.
Talk about your crap with Angel.
With Gib.
They don't matter.
Neither of them have a damn thing to do with this match.
You just don't have enough to say.
Something original anyways to use up your tape time.
I'm not whining.
HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY IT?!
I'm speaking my mind.
I'm telling the truth.
This place will use you up.
They've done it to a man who was my best friend.
Andrew.
For my sanity and your well being.
Come up with somethin' new kid.
Say something interesting.
Zero personality doesn't get you far in this business.
Andrew Jacobsen.
Go and get a personality.
New Championship Wrestling.
Go **** off and die."
Fade.