Post by Craig on Aug 1, 2021 17:06:12 GMT -6
*The following is the final match of Brad Kane's career*
With a clip from their bloody brawl at Fearless, we head back to the ring as the fans see that the Crimson Masks match is up next.
Wolf: This one will not be for the faint of heart! Crimson Masks match aren’t going to be stopped on a trickle, someone is going to leave with a very stained face before this is said and done.
Andy: It is Extreme Prejudice, better this than a game of horseshoes with a name like that.
John: The following contest is a Crimson Masks match! The only way to win is to draw considerable blood on your opponent!
The lights in the arena shut off. The only thing that we see is the flashing of Brad Kane highlights on the video screens. A voice speaks through the arena’s sound system.
“This was a fucking bomb dropping on Sex & Violence Wrestling. For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon!
THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!”
And with that “War Is My Destiny” by Ill Bill feat. Immortal Technique blares into the arena. The crowd gets to their feet yelling along with the lyrics. Lights go crazy as Brad Kane steps out onto the stage with that smirk on his face. He stands in the strobe lights feeling the energy of the arena pump through his body. Brad inhales before yelling out a war scream pyro exploding. The lights kick back on while Brad Kane begins his walk to the ring.
John: And introducing from Belfast, Northern Ireland, weigh in tonight at 223 pounds. He is Brad Kane!!!
Upon reaching ringside Brad hops up onto the ring apron. He stays there a moment to stare at the crowd before entering the ring. Kane goes to corner heading up to the top turnbuckle. He yells out that same war scream as before, jumping off and doing the same on the opposite side of the ring. From there he stretches to the ropes while the song fades away.
Wolf: There have been rumors circulating that this may be Brad Kane’s last match tonight. I haven’t confirmed that though, but I do know he wants some revenge on Samara for costing him at Fearless!
Andy: He’ll get over it. In the meantime, Samara gets to beat him bloody which is probably something she will enjoy greatly!
The lights go dark aside from the ramp, as it's lit with a flashing a slow pulse of alternating blue and white. Samara’s laughter echoes through the arena briefly as Lady Venom by Swollen Members hits the speakers. Samara slowly makes her way out with a smirk, stopping at the top of the ramp as she’s accompanied by her manager Kyle Kilmeade. Samara’s expensive sunglasses reflecting the light as she cracks her knuckles and adjusts her MMA gloves before walking down the ramp.
John: Hailing from Berkshire, England. Representing Team Kyle, this is the Succubus.....”The Berkshire Beauty” Samara Steele!!!
The buxom raven haired woman makes her way down, making sure to stay out of touching distance of the crowd, slowly using the steps to climb into the ring as Kyle smirks at her and walks around the ring. Samara makes her way across to the ropes, smirking as she leans over the top rope, blowing a kiss to the camera-man and giving both fans and viewers a wonderful angle to look at. Samara removes her sunglasses, handing them to the official so they can be put aside. Cracking her knuckles Samara leans against the far corner, ready for the match.
Wolf: You can hear these fans in the BB&T Center, and see they do not like Samara at all. But they never have, and I doubt she cares.
Andy: Why should she? She’s loaded, looks like THAT, and has pretty much anything she wants as a result. They should be jealous. I...kinda am honestly. But at least, she’s nice to look at, right?
Referee Billy Phelps calls for the bell as neither one of the opponents hardly waited a second before Samara charged towards Brad. She ducked a shot and caught him with one flush o the jaw that stunned him for a second. Steele started to unload with a few more, backing him into the ropes before she whipped him across to the far side. As he rebounded, she charged forward and went for a running elbow to the mouth. But Kane avoided the contact, catching her as she turned around with an uppercut to the chin that wobbled her. Brad pulled her head down, and began to drive knees into her face repeatedly before bringing her down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Wolf: Don’t expect a technical classic here, or even for a match like this to go long! Their only goal is to bust their opponent open. There are no pinfalls, submissions, countouts, or disqualifications.
Andy: Someone is basically going to be a bloody mess before we’re done, and it will be glorious. Glorious, I tell you!
As Samara started to sit up, Kane went for a knee drop that ended up being a glancing blow to the side of her head. It rocked her for a brief moment as Brad hit the far side quickly, catching her with a basement dropkick to the face that put her right back down. He rallied the crowd behind him before measuring a fist drop right to the head. The veteran got to his feet, leaning against the ropes and measuring again for a diving elbow drop this time. But as he came down, Samara rolled out of the way and he struck the canvas instead. He sat up on his knee, clutching his elbow in pain before Samara hooked his head and dropped him with a DDT. Steele lay on the mat, checking her head a moment as she tried to gather herself.
Wolf: That DDT won’t bust anyone open, but it’ll certainly give Samara a chance to catch her breath. Kane came out of the gate on fire!
Andy: Yeah, but as you just saw, he’s got them old man brakes. “I can’t stop!” and then elbows the canvas. And the mat didn’t even blink.
Samara started to get back to her feet finally, grabbing Brad’s face and raking it along her boot laces. The fans gave her no support as she reached into her top, producing a pair of brass knuckles with a smile on her face. She slipped them on, pushed Kane’s head back and began to unload with hard right hands repeatedly into his head. Seven of them connected before he fell forward onto the canvas. The referee dropped down to see if he was bleeding, but so far that wasn’t the case.
Andy: Isn’t she smart? She brought some aides! He may not be bleeding now, but it won’t take long with those knuckles she’s wearing there!
Wolf: I will remind our fans that this match has no rules other than making your opponent bleed. So those aren’t illegal, just distasteful.
As Kane tried to get his bearings, Samara took off towards the ropes and rebounded with a baseball slide that sent him rolling out to the floor around ringside. The brunette rolled under the bottom rope, waving Brad to get up with those knucks still on her hand. Kane began to do that as Samara measured for another shot, only to have Brad jerk her forward and send her into the post instead. This brought the crowd back to its feet as Kane got back up, grabbing her by the back of her head and introducing her a bit more forcefully to the post face first. The referee looked to see i she was bleeding yet, to which she wasn’t. Steele staggered a couple steps to the left as Kane shot by her, driving her face into the floor with a bulldog!
Wolf: Samara took a little too long right there taunting Brad, and she ate a faceful of ringpost for her troubles!
Andy: Well when you’re facing that old geezer, you don’t expect a lot of intellect. Just maybe a couple dozen kids to pop up somewhere during the match we didn’t know about.
Steele began to rise again as Brad bounced her head off the top of the ringside steps, causing a loud noise to echo through the arena. She dropped to her knees as the referee had moved to the floor, checking to see if there was any bleeding yet. Phelps saw nothing so far. Brad flipped up the ring apron, looking around and removing a fire extinguisher.
Brad: You think you’re hot, huh?
He shouted as Samara got to her feet, and sprayed the extinguisher into her face and body. It blinded her as she swung at ghosts before Kane charged forward. He crashed the blunt end of the extinguisher into her head and dropped her. Brad had a little grin on his face as he was having fun now, letting Phelps check to see i Samara was bleeding yet. He waved it off as Brad shrugged his shoulders, setting the fire extinguisher up on the steps as he went back under the ring. This time, he produced a kendo stick and raised it above his head. The fans responded loudly to this.
Wolf: I’m amazed that fire extinguisher didn’t get the job done, but this kendo stick certainly will do the job!
Andy: How are you okay with this? You bitched and whined like a little girl when she used brass knucks. Now this guy is using a goddamned kendo stick!
Brad twirled it in his hand as he moved around behind Samara, warming up like a member of the Cubs. Steele got to her feet and turned as Brad went for a hard swing right to the head. But the brunette ducked underneath it, and popped up behind him. When he turned to face her, she grabbed his head and delivered a facebuster to the floor. Kane’s head spiked off the floor as the referee dropped down to check for blood. Phelps still didn’t find any.
Andy: Just like you were saying about Samara, looks like your boy there took too much time pretending he was Albert Pujols.
Wolf: I will agree with you on that point. He certainly did, and is quite lucky that facebuster didn’t end this match for him right there.
Samara used the ring apron to try to clear her field of view, still having a hard time seeing after taking the extinguisher blast to her face. She finally made it back to her feet, picking up the kendo stick Brad had found. An angry look on her face, she started firing multiple shots with it across his back and legs until it splintered into pieces on the floor. She followed that by putting the boots to him and then climbing up onto the apron, waving him to get up again.
Wolf: Samara’s angry, very angry! None of those kendo stick shots were going to bust Kane open, they’re designed to make him suffer!
Andy: Right? And what a fine job she was doing too! I don’t know what she has in mind up there now though!
Brad clutched his back where the shots landed before he started to rise to his feet. Samara perched herself next to the turnbuckles, and took off down the apron towards him as he turned around. She left her feet for a Thesz press to deliver more rights, but Kane ducked and countered with a back body drop to the floor. Steele crashed hard as Brad started back into the ring. Samara clutched her back in pain where she landed for a moment, ducking her head under the apron for a moment. Kane pulled himself together in the ring, glancing around to see where she was. And as he saw her hand reaching up onto the apron, he headed for the ropes to go get her. He leaned over the middle rope to grab her when a bottle exploded against his head. Glass shards hit the floor as Kane fell to the mat. Samara looked down to a now destroyed bottle of Remy Martin with a grin. Phelps checked to see quite a bit of blood coming from the top of Brad’s head before he called for the bell.
Wolf: Good Lord, Samara used a glass bottle and busted Brad wide open with it! Did she plant that under there earlier today?!
Andy: Who cares? It worked! The only sad part is a bottle of that stuff ain’t cheap, and she wasted it on Brad Kane!
John: Here is your winner………….SAMARA!!!
Samara got back to her feet on the floor as the referee raised her hand. The official returned to the ring with a towel to help Brad, who was crawling towards the corner. Steele crunched the broken glass under her feet as she raised her hand in victory again, much to the chagrin of the crowd.
Wolf: With the help of one of her favorite liquors, Samara has won this match! Kane may have broken glass to be removed from his head where that bottle struck.
Andy: Who cares?! All that matters is Samara won, and maybe it’s finally the last time we see that prick wrestling again! Go out and make some more kids to discover when you’re 50!
Brad tried to get himself together, touching the towel to his head to clean some of the blood away.
Wolf: A fight well fought for Brad Kane, and a big win for Samara in the process.
This Isn’t Goodbye
Shortly after his match has concluded Brad Kane calls for a microphone. He’s breathing hard sitting against the ropes looking at all the people.
Brad: You know, I debated about doing this, but fuck it, we’re on pay per view. We’re being seen by millions upon millions around the world. Everyone here tonight sitting his arena. Tonight…
Slowly Brad gets back to his feet still breathing heavy.
Brad: Tonight, was a special night. Around this time 11 years ago I won my first world title. Around this time about seven years ago I had one of the best goddamn wrestling matches of my career against my best friend.
He stops as some people clap wondering where he’s going with this.
Brad: Four years ago I faced a giant of a man named Lex Sense who put me through hell. Four months of hell. It ended with me going through so many glass panes they didn’t think I was going to make it that night. I nearly died in this ring doing what I love for every single one of you people.
Pop. A cheap pop but a pop. Brad keeps walking around the ring.
Brad: This time two years ago I was chasing after the Chaos Title. I got back to my roots in professional wrestling. I was Reckless Jack for a long time, for about six years people knew me as Reckless Jack. Then one night I fucked up on a shooting star press and landed right on my neck. I came back way too soon. Since then I’ve been on borrowed time as a few people know about. I’ve had to stop and let it heal numerous times before I can get back into this ring for you guys. The people who have supported me for the last 12 wonderful fucking years!
Another pop.
Brad: I went to the doctor last week and they told me that my neck is in some bad shape. At some point I’ll have to go back under the knife to fix a lot of shit. My left arm keeps going numb. I’m starting a new life with my fiance Lindsey soon. I’m at a point in my life where I feel like I’ve accomplished every single thing I’ve wanted to.
Brad pauses to look out into the people.
Brad: I’ve main evented pay per views. I’ve wrestled in front of 10 people in a VFW hall in late 2003 but my real history started in 2004 when a company took a chance on a young guy. I rolled with that chance they gave me. I went from 50 people a show to arenas like this. I’ve wrestled in so many countries. I’ve main evented in Japan which was a dream of mine from way back when I started. I’ve main evented in Ireland where I was born.
He keeps looking out to everyone with a satisfied smile on his face.
Brad: People like to make jokes about how I’m old. How I’m washed up. And the truth is they’re right. I am old. I’m 37 years old but Jesus Christ, I’m an old 37. Hard living on the road caught up to me. I don’t feel like I can stand in this ring and deliver like I used to. And with my neck getting so bad it’s either keep wrestling and end up a bitter old fuck in a wheelchair or playing it safe and being able to enjoy life with my family and my friends, I’m going to always pick the latter of the two.
He keeps smiling.
Brad: I’m not retiring, no. Too many jokes have been made about that. Let’s just say I won’t be getting booked for a long time. Goddamn shame this happened too. One of my biggest rivals just signed a contract here, Kevin Hardaway. He’s a prick, but he’s a great wrestler. So many great wrestlers here. So many people I got to get into the ring with that are great at what they do. I talked to Stryfe earlier this week, and I’ll be looking for new talent to join SVW. I’m a talent scout for this wonderful fucking company!
Fuck yeah SVW pop.
Brad: So you might not see me for a good long while but I just want all of you to know that I loved every minute of being out here wrestling for every single one of you. Every single promo I cut, every single table I went through, every ounce of my blood I’ve spilled in this ring was worth it to send you people home happy. Thank you.
He gives back the microphone as “Night Train” by The Bouncing Souls begins to play. Brad gets out of the ring and starts to high five fans and hug people walking to the back.
With a clip from their bloody brawl at Fearless, we head back to the ring as the fans see that the Crimson Masks match is up next.
Wolf: This one will not be for the faint of heart! Crimson Masks match aren’t going to be stopped on a trickle, someone is going to leave with a very stained face before this is said and done.
Andy: It is Extreme Prejudice, better this than a game of horseshoes with a name like that.
John: The following contest is a Crimson Masks match! The only way to win is to draw considerable blood on your opponent!
The lights in the arena shut off. The only thing that we see is the flashing of Brad Kane highlights on the video screens. A voice speaks through the arena’s sound system.
“This was a fucking bomb dropping on Sex & Violence Wrestling. For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon!
THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!”
And with that “War Is My Destiny” by Ill Bill feat. Immortal Technique blares into the arena. The crowd gets to their feet yelling along with the lyrics. Lights go crazy as Brad Kane steps out onto the stage with that smirk on his face. He stands in the strobe lights feeling the energy of the arena pump through his body. Brad inhales before yelling out a war scream pyro exploding. The lights kick back on while Brad Kane begins his walk to the ring.
John: And introducing from Belfast, Northern Ireland, weigh in tonight at 223 pounds. He is Brad Kane!!!
Upon reaching ringside Brad hops up onto the ring apron. He stays there a moment to stare at the crowd before entering the ring. Kane goes to corner heading up to the top turnbuckle. He yells out that same war scream as before, jumping off and doing the same on the opposite side of the ring. From there he stretches to the ropes while the song fades away.
Wolf: There have been rumors circulating that this may be Brad Kane’s last match tonight. I haven’t confirmed that though, but I do know he wants some revenge on Samara for costing him at Fearless!
Andy: He’ll get over it. In the meantime, Samara gets to beat him bloody which is probably something she will enjoy greatly!
The lights go dark aside from the ramp, as it's lit with a flashing a slow pulse of alternating blue and white. Samara’s laughter echoes through the arena briefly as Lady Venom by Swollen Members hits the speakers. Samara slowly makes her way out with a smirk, stopping at the top of the ramp as she’s accompanied by her manager Kyle Kilmeade. Samara’s expensive sunglasses reflecting the light as she cracks her knuckles and adjusts her MMA gloves before walking down the ramp.
John: Hailing from Berkshire, England. Representing Team Kyle, this is the Succubus.....”The Berkshire Beauty” Samara Steele!!!
The buxom raven haired woman makes her way down, making sure to stay out of touching distance of the crowd, slowly using the steps to climb into the ring as Kyle smirks at her and walks around the ring. Samara makes her way across to the ropes, smirking as she leans over the top rope, blowing a kiss to the camera-man and giving both fans and viewers a wonderful angle to look at. Samara removes her sunglasses, handing them to the official so they can be put aside. Cracking her knuckles Samara leans against the far corner, ready for the match.
Wolf: You can hear these fans in the BB&T Center, and see they do not like Samara at all. But they never have, and I doubt she cares.
Andy: Why should she? She’s loaded, looks like THAT, and has pretty much anything she wants as a result. They should be jealous. I...kinda am honestly. But at least, she’s nice to look at, right?
Referee Billy Phelps calls for the bell as neither one of the opponents hardly waited a second before Samara charged towards Brad. She ducked a shot and caught him with one flush o the jaw that stunned him for a second. Steele started to unload with a few more, backing him into the ropes before she whipped him across to the far side. As he rebounded, she charged forward and went for a running elbow to the mouth. But Kane avoided the contact, catching her as she turned around with an uppercut to the chin that wobbled her. Brad pulled her head down, and began to drive knees into her face repeatedly before bringing her down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Wolf: Don’t expect a technical classic here, or even for a match like this to go long! Their only goal is to bust their opponent open. There are no pinfalls, submissions, countouts, or disqualifications.
Andy: Someone is basically going to be a bloody mess before we’re done, and it will be glorious. Glorious, I tell you!
As Samara started to sit up, Kane went for a knee drop that ended up being a glancing blow to the side of her head. It rocked her for a brief moment as Brad hit the far side quickly, catching her with a basement dropkick to the face that put her right back down. He rallied the crowd behind him before measuring a fist drop right to the head. The veteran got to his feet, leaning against the ropes and measuring again for a diving elbow drop this time. But as he came down, Samara rolled out of the way and he struck the canvas instead. He sat up on his knee, clutching his elbow in pain before Samara hooked his head and dropped him with a DDT. Steele lay on the mat, checking her head a moment as she tried to gather herself.
Wolf: That DDT won’t bust anyone open, but it’ll certainly give Samara a chance to catch her breath. Kane came out of the gate on fire!
Andy: Yeah, but as you just saw, he’s got them old man brakes. “I can’t stop!” and then elbows the canvas. And the mat didn’t even blink.
Samara started to get back to her feet finally, grabbing Brad’s face and raking it along her boot laces. The fans gave her no support as she reached into her top, producing a pair of brass knuckles with a smile on her face. She slipped them on, pushed Kane’s head back and began to unload with hard right hands repeatedly into his head. Seven of them connected before he fell forward onto the canvas. The referee dropped down to see if he was bleeding, but so far that wasn’t the case.
Andy: Isn’t she smart? She brought some aides! He may not be bleeding now, but it won’t take long with those knuckles she’s wearing there!
Wolf: I will remind our fans that this match has no rules other than making your opponent bleed. So those aren’t illegal, just distasteful.
As Kane tried to get his bearings, Samara took off towards the ropes and rebounded with a baseball slide that sent him rolling out to the floor around ringside. The brunette rolled under the bottom rope, waving Brad to get up with those knucks still on her hand. Kane began to do that as Samara measured for another shot, only to have Brad jerk her forward and send her into the post instead. This brought the crowd back to its feet as Kane got back up, grabbing her by the back of her head and introducing her a bit more forcefully to the post face first. The referee looked to see i she was bleeding yet, to which she wasn’t. Steele staggered a couple steps to the left as Kane shot by her, driving her face into the floor with a bulldog!
Wolf: Samara took a little too long right there taunting Brad, and she ate a faceful of ringpost for her troubles!
Andy: Well when you’re facing that old geezer, you don’t expect a lot of intellect. Just maybe a couple dozen kids to pop up somewhere during the match we didn’t know about.
Steele began to rise again as Brad bounced her head off the top of the ringside steps, causing a loud noise to echo through the arena. She dropped to her knees as the referee had moved to the floor, checking to see if there was any bleeding yet. Phelps saw nothing so far. Brad flipped up the ring apron, looking around and removing a fire extinguisher.
Brad: You think you’re hot, huh?
He shouted as Samara got to her feet, and sprayed the extinguisher into her face and body. It blinded her as she swung at ghosts before Kane charged forward. He crashed the blunt end of the extinguisher into her head and dropped her. Brad had a little grin on his face as he was having fun now, letting Phelps check to see i Samara was bleeding yet. He waved it off as Brad shrugged his shoulders, setting the fire extinguisher up on the steps as he went back under the ring. This time, he produced a kendo stick and raised it above his head. The fans responded loudly to this.
Wolf: I’m amazed that fire extinguisher didn’t get the job done, but this kendo stick certainly will do the job!
Andy: How are you okay with this? You bitched and whined like a little girl when she used brass knucks. Now this guy is using a goddamned kendo stick!
Brad twirled it in his hand as he moved around behind Samara, warming up like a member of the Cubs. Steele got to her feet and turned as Brad went for a hard swing right to the head. But the brunette ducked underneath it, and popped up behind him. When he turned to face her, she grabbed his head and delivered a facebuster to the floor. Kane’s head spiked off the floor as the referee dropped down to check for blood. Phelps still didn’t find any.
Andy: Just like you were saying about Samara, looks like your boy there took too much time pretending he was Albert Pujols.
Wolf: I will agree with you on that point. He certainly did, and is quite lucky that facebuster didn’t end this match for him right there.
Samara used the ring apron to try to clear her field of view, still having a hard time seeing after taking the extinguisher blast to her face. She finally made it back to her feet, picking up the kendo stick Brad had found. An angry look on her face, she started firing multiple shots with it across his back and legs until it splintered into pieces on the floor. She followed that by putting the boots to him and then climbing up onto the apron, waving him to get up again.
Wolf: Samara’s angry, very angry! None of those kendo stick shots were going to bust Kane open, they’re designed to make him suffer!
Andy: Right? And what a fine job she was doing too! I don’t know what she has in mind up there now though!
Brad clutched his back where the shots landed before he started to rise to his feet. Samara perched herself next to the turnbuckles, and took off down the apron towards him as he turned around. She left her feet for a Thesz press to deliver more rights, but Kane ducked and countered with a back body drop to the floor. Steele crashed hard as Brad started back into the ring. Samara clutched her back in pain where she landed for a moment, ducking her head under the apron for a moment. Kane pulled himself together in the ring, glancing around to see where she was. And as he saw her hand reaching up onto the apron, he headed for the ropes to go get her. He leaned over the middle rope to grab her when a bottle exploded against his head. Glass shards hit the floor as Kane fell to the mat. Samara looked down to a now destroyed bottle of Remy Martin with a grin. Phelps checked to see quite a bit of blood coming from the top of Brad’s head before he called for the bell.
Wolf: Good Lord, Samara used a glass bottle and busted Brad wide open with it! Did she plant that under there earlier today?!
Andy: Who cares? It worked! The only sad part is a bottle of that stuff ain’t cheap, and she wasted it on Brad Kane!
John: Here is your winner………….SAMARA!!!
Samara got back to her feet on the floor as the referee raised her hand. The official returned to the ring with a towel to help Brad, who was crawling towards the corner. Steele crunched the broken glass under her feet as she raised her hand in victory again, much to the chagrin of the crowd.
Wolf: With the help of one of her favorite liquors, Samara has won this match! Kane may have broken glass to be removed from his head where that bottle struck.
Andy: Who cares?! All that matters is Samara won, and maybe it’s finally the last time we see that prick wrestling again! Go out and make some more kids to discover when you’re 50!
Brad tried to get himself together, touching the towel to his head to clean some of the blood away.
Wolf: A fight well fought for Brad Kane, and a big win for Samara in the process.
This Isn’t Goodbye
Shortly after his match has concluded Brad Kane calls for a microphone. He’s breathing hard sitting against the ropes looking at all the people.
Brad: You know, I debated about doing this, but fuck it, we’re on pay per view. We’re being seen by millions upon millions around the world. Everyone here tonight sitting his arena. Tonight…
Slowly Brad gets back to his feet still breathing heavy.
Brad: Tonight, was a special night. Around this time 11 years ago I won my first world title. Around this time about seven years ago I had one of the best goddamn wrestling matches of my career against my best friend.
He stops as some people clap wondering where he’s going with this.
Brad: Four years ago I faced a giant of a man named Lex Sense who put me through hell. Four months of hell. It ended with me going through so many glass panes they didn’t think I was going to make it that night. I nearly died in this ring doing what I love for every single one of you people.
Pop. A cheap pop but a pop. Brad keeps walking around the ring.
Brad: This time two years ago I was chasing after the Chaos Title. I got back to my roots in professional wrestling. I was Reckless Jack for a long time, for about six years people knew me as Reckless Jack. Then one night I fucked up on a shooting star press and landed right on my neck. I came back way too soon. Since then I’ve been on borrowed time as a few people know about. I’ve had to stop and let it heal numerous times before I can get back into this ring for you guys. The people who have supported me for the last 12 wonderful fucking years!
Another pop.
Brad: I went to the doctor last week and they told me that my neck is in some bad shape. At some point I’ll have to go back under the knife to fix a lot of shit. My left arm keeps going numb. I’m starting a new life with my fiance Lindsey soon. I’m at a point in my life where I feel like I’ve accomplished every single thing I’ve wanted to.
Brad pauses to look out into the people.
Brad: I’ve main evented pay per views. I’ve wrestled in front of 10 people in a VFW hall in late 2003 but my real history started in 2004 when a company took a chance on a young guy. I rolled with that chance they gave me. I went from 50 people a show to arenas like this. I’ve wrestled in so many countries. I’ve main evented in Japan which was a dream of mine from way back when I started. I’ve main evented in Ireland where I was born.
He keeps looking out to everyone with a satisfied smile on his face.
Brad: People like to make jokes about how I’m old. How I’m washed up. And the truth is they’re right. I am old. I’m 37 years old but Jesus Christ, I’m an old 37. Hard living on the road caught up to me. I don’t feel like I can stand in this ring and deliver like I used to. And with my neck getting so bad it’s either keep wrestling and end up a bitter old fuck in a wheelchair or playing it safe and being able to enjoy life with my family and my friends, I’m going to always pick the latter of the two.
He keeps smiling.
Brad: I’m not retiring, no. Too many jokes have been made about that. Let’s just say I won’t be getting booked for a long time. Goddamn shame this happened too. One of my biggest rivals just signed a contract here, Kevin Hardaway. He’s a prick, but he’s a great wrestler. So many great wrestlers here. So many people I got to get into the ring with that are great at what they do. I talked to Stryfe earlier this week, and I’ll be looking for new talent to join SVW. I’m a talent scout for this wonderful fucking company!
Fuck yeah SVW pop.
Brad: So you might not see me for a good long while but I just want all of you to know that I loved every minute of being out here wrestling for every single one of you. Every single promo I cut, every single table I went through, every ounce of my blood I’ve spilled in this ring was worth it to send you people home happy. Thank you.
He gives back the microphone as “Night Train” by The Bouncing Souls begins to play. Brad gets out of the ring and starts to high five fans and hug people walking to the back.