Post by spikekane on Apr 10, 2009 15:20:45 GMT -5
OOC Title: For My Mom
IC Title: And Justice For All
Rage...
I once fought a man called Rage, he was some supposed legend of the federation I was considered a rookie in, even though I was about seven to eight years into my career. Amusing that, I wonder if Steve Anderson feels the same way about me?
The whole point of this is I defeated Rage. Let me clarify that for you Anderson, I defeated rage. If rage is all you have to bring to the match then you sir, shall fall fast and hard come Saturday night. The fact is Steve that your little video that you put up was the biggest pile of sh*t I've seen since Metallica released St. Anger.
Ha ha, yeah cultural reference for you there. Wait wait, it fits don't worry. Your talking about justice, justice for me, justice for you, and...wait for it...and justice for all, right? Man I never realised you were such a good person, it's pretty hard record to get a hold of but I already have it so you don't need to get one for me, just keep it for yourself. Lord knows with the way you talk you need a little cultural influence.
This is the year 2009, not 1809 buddy. We don't speak like freaks from a Bram Stoker novel. Spout your crap, fling your propaganda nobody will listen to you Anderson. Think slowly and carefully which do you think is more popular in our modern world, church, or a freakin' rap concert? Huh!?
Better yet...how many more people call themselves “Maggots” rather than Christians, or Jewish. I used to be a Christian, born and raised Roman Catholic. Pretty common for an Irish man, especially one proud to call himself such. But what happened? Why did I lose my faith? I lost my faith the moment my son's life was taken away from me.
Why?
Why the f*ck would a ever so magnificent, powerful and loving god take away the life of a poor boy who had been hidden from his father for six whole years. Six F*CKING YEARS! I could have bitched about my lot, murdered father, mother committed suicide, separated from my family, raised by a f*cked up maniac who got his kicks from beating kids.....not to mention having a heart condition for my entire life. But I didn't I just got on with life, because that's who I am. I'm a tough motherf*cker, life shat on me, big deal, god shat on me, big deal....but when Zell....when my baby boy...was taken away...
He had it to, but the stupid bitch who hid him never bothered to check. Knowing the history of heart problems she never checked, and at six and a half years old just before I broke the big time in XHF...he was cruelly taken away from me. His heart couldn't support him, and he died after surgery.....after surgery.
That word carries so much weight now......surgery, it's all that seems to be on my mind right now. Just over a year ago I had surgery myself I had a pulmonary valve replacement, and here's something I've never told anybody before...f*ck kayfabe, this is real.
On my way down to the operating theatre, I have never been more scared in my life. I was physically shaking I was terrified. I'd had similar surgeries twice before in my life, early in my childhood so I couldn't remember them but this time I was completely self aware. I was aware of the risk of brain damage, the risk of.....death. They say all surgery carries that risk.....and that's why I'm so distraught right now...but me? As they stabbed me with needles trying to find a f*cking vein so they could put a drip in, I could feel my body preparing to give up....my mind had decided it was the end the night before, that once they put me to sleep it would all end, and part of me was fine with that. Going under, I knew that I wasn't going to come back because mentally and physically I was just so tired of it all...
But I never.
I came back, and the first words I spoke where to somebody I care about dearly and they simply where “I made it”
I choke up now with tears at the thought of that very same person lying in a hospital bed right now preparing for her own surgery tomorrow. I hope she knows I will be there in every way for here like she was for me.
But tomorrow night, I'll be in my hometown. Not where I was born, but where I've lived for the last couple of years...Boston. I'll have the hometown advantage over Steve Anderson,whether they agree with my logic, tactics or just me in general the fans will be on my side when I take on Steve Anderson.
Good versus Evil?
Order versus Chaos?
Anderson versus Kane?
I don't give a sh*t right now. I'm going to be by her side tomorrow morning, and come Saturday night once she ushers the words “I made it” to me....
Then I'll dedicate my victory to her.
IC Title: And Justice For All
Rage...
I once fought a man called Rage, he was some supposed legend of the federation I was considered a rookie in, even though I was about seven to eight years into my career. Amusing that, I wonder if Steve Anderson feels the same way about me?
The whole point of this is I defeated Rage. Let me clarify that for you Anderson, I defeated rage. If rage is all you have to bring to the match then you sir, shall fall fast and hard come Saturday night. The fact is Steve that your little video that you put up was the biggest pile of sh*t I've seen since Metallica released St. Anger.
Ha ha, yeah cultural reference for you there. Wait wait, it fits don't worry. Your talking about justice, justice for me, justice for you, and...wait for it...and justice for all, right? Man I never realised you were such a good person, it's pretty hard record to get a hold of but I already have it so you don't need to get one for me, just keep it for yourself. Lord knows with the way you talk you need a little cultural influence.
This is the year 2009, not 1809 buddy. We don't speak like freaks from a Bram Stoker novel. Spout your crap, fling your propaganda nobody will listen to you Anderson. Think slowly and carefully which do you think is more popular in our modern world, church, or a freakin' rap concert? Huh!?
Better yet...how many more people call themselves “Maggots” rather than Christians, or Jewish. I used to be a Christian, born and raised Roman Catholic. Pretty common for an Irish man, especially one proud to call himself such. But what happened? Why did I lose my faith? I lost my faith the moment my son's life was taken away from me.
Why?
Why the f*ck would a ever so magnificent, powerful and loving god take away the life of a poor boy who had been hidden from his father for six whole years. Six F*CKING YEARS! I could have bitched about my lot, murdered father, mother committed suicide, separated from my family, raised by a f*cked up maniac who got his kicks from beating kids.....not to mention having a heart condition for my entire life. But I didn't I just got on with life, because that's who I am. I'm a tough motherf*cker, life shat on me, big deal, god shat on me, big deal....but when Zell....when my baby boy...was taken away...
He had it to, but the stupid bitch who hid him never bothered to check. Knowing the history of heart problems she never checked, and at six and a half years old just before I broke the big time in XHF...he was cruelly taken away from me. His heart couldn't support him, and he died after surgery.....after surgery.
That word carries so much weight now......surgery, it's all that seems to be on my mind right now. Just over a year ago I had surgery myself I had a pulmonary valve replacement, and here's something I've never told anybody before...f*ck kayfabe, this is real.
On my way down to the operating theatre, I have never been more scared in my life. I was physically shaking I was terrified. I'd had similar surgeries twice before in my life, early in my childhood so I couldn't remember them but this time I was completely self aware. I was aware of the risk of brain damage, the risk of.....death. They say all surgery carries that risk.....and that's why I'm so distraught right now...but me? As they stabbed me with needles trying to find a f*cking vein so they could put a drip in, I could feel my body preparing to give up....my mind had decided it was the end the night before, that once they put me to sleep it would all end, and part of me was fine with that. Going under, I knew that I wasn't going to come back because mentally and physically I was just so tired of it all...
But I never.
I came back, and the first words I spoke where to somebody I care about dearly and they simply where “I made it”
I choke up now with tears at the thought of that very same person lying in a hospital bed right now preparing for her own surgery tomorrow. I hope she knows I will be there in every way for here like she was for me.
But tomorrow night, I'll be in my hometown. Not where I was born, but where I've lived for the last couple of years...Boston. I'll have the hometown advantage over Steve Anderson,whether they agree with my logic, tactics or just me in general the fans will be on my side when I take on Steve Anderson.
Good versus Evil?
Order versus Chaos?
Anderson versus Kane?
I don't give a sh*t right now. I'm going to be by her side tomorrow morning, and come Saturday night once she ushers the words “I made it” to me....
Then I'll dedicate my victory to her.