Post by Cris on Feb 10, 2013 17:56:17 GMT -4
Take What I Want
This past week has been a rather strange one for Christian Kane. To be fair, every week normally springs up a surprise for the Canadian Sensation, but this week more so. Logan Alexander lost his North American championship on Meltdown. A title that Christian Kane failed to beat him for at Survive and Conquer...and then he just goes and loses it? Of course, Kane’s close associate KJE played a vital role in ensuring that Alexander lost his championship, but still...Christian Kane can’t help but feel...cheated. To come so close to defeating Logan only for him to lose to someone else, it’s frustrating - and the only conclusion he can truly come to is that he weakened Logan, weakened him at Survive and Conquer enough for him to finally lose last week. He shook the foundations, or at least he’d like to think so, if not for the sake of his relevance then for the sake of his ego.
Kane knew, of course, not only is he very close to KJE but to Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison also, this was not a mercenary job, not by a long shot. This was planned. A planned attack on Logan Alexander and his North American championship reign, and of course it worked, Young Mannie is the new champion. But he shouldn’t be. Christian Kane should be. The Canadian Sensation should be. He wanted to be the one to pry the title from Logan’s cold, dead hands. He wanted to be the one to cause Logan Alexander the pain and emptiness felt when a title reign is rendered to an abrupt end. If the fans want to make Christian Kane a villain then he’ll become the villain.
He's not going to sit around and pretend like it doesn’t piss him off that Young Mannie has become the champion but there’s nothing Kane can do about that match anymore. It happened, Logan Alexander has been defeated and this week he faces Tuhoa Valo in a Falls Count Anywhere match early on in the night and in the main event, if he wins will find himself in a North American championship match be it against Young Mannie or Amy Zing, a match which’ll be decided earlier in the night on the Meltdown Supershow as well.
...But during the week, as he trains, as he’s already trained, Kane’s got to thinking. This one thought, this one negative thought which has dropped into his consciousness and infected his whole mind causing a severe lack of motivation. A lack of motivation so severe that he may not even make it past Tuhoa Valo in their match, let alone win the North American title by the end of the night. And that thought? What if his pursuit for the North American title doesn’t stem for his desire to wear the gold? What if...just what if...it originally was such a desire which contorted into a desire to see Logan Alexander broken. Beaten, bloody and helpless...at his own hands. Not Young Mannie’s, not Amy Zing’s, certainly not Tuhoa Valo’s...his.
Was Christian Kane that broken? That pathetic? That he wants to destroy a man who beat him fair and square in a championship bout? Is his ego that bruised? The answer to that is yes. Kane is broken, he is that pathetic, he wants to destroy Logan Alexander and his ego is most certainly bruised. In his eyes Alexander embarrassed and mocked him at Survive and Conquer, defeating him in a grueling match only to participate in the Survive and Conquer match. How could anyone not be offended by that?
He is glad, in a way, that Logan did indeed lose his championship. While he is predominantly of the mindset that ‘if I can’t beat him, no one can’, his hate for Logan Alexander somewhat supersedes that. As previously mentioned, he can’t change the past, but he can damn sure change the future, how will he do that? He’ll win the North American title, of course. If he can’t beat Logan for it then he can definitely win the title and gloat about it, surely.
However, that is MUCH easier said than done. At the Meltdown Supershow in Chicago, Illinois the winner of the main event will most surely deserve to be the North American champion, Zing and Mannie must endure a steel cage match for the title, Valo and Kane a Falls Count Anywhere match, and in the same night the winner of each will battle to decide who becomes the new North American champion...or, if Mannie can retain it. A tall order.
We join Christian Kane now mid-way through a training session as he jabs away at a heavy bag, his younger sister and fighter/wrestler Marissa Kane watching on. With a sharp exhale of breath with each punch Christian eventually moves over to a softer bag, beginning to kick it. It is now that Marissa puts down her phone and observes her brother’s form a little more carefully. While Marissa is indeed the younger sister, 5 years in fact, Marissa is a taekwondo black belt, having started studying the martial art as a child.
Of course it was natural that the younger Kane sibling would eventually make her way to this sort of physical competition. While she is indeed a pro-wrestler she is sure to not stray too far from her roots, she truly is a fighter, and has had any official taekwondo bouts under her belt, if you could excuse the pun. While she worked hard to perfect her form and technique, Christian was able to fall back on his natural agility and overall athleticism. While he does perform a variety of kicks, his deadliest being his finish, the SuperSexyKick often referred to as the SSK, Kane’s losses as of late has left him a little more humble. Humble enough to ask his sister for guidance, a rarity.
Right now Kane is performing a spinning back kick, or at least he’s trying. After a few attempts Marissa stands, tying her hair up as she walks over to her brother.
“Am I doing this wrong?” Christian asks as he takes a few steps away from the bag, allowing his sister a little room to correctly show him how the kick is performed.
“Not that bad.” She begins. “The steps are for the most part right but you’re not utilizing the torque for the kick correctly. This kick is real difficult to perform in pro-wrestling because your opponent is almost always on you, and only an idiot would stand to trade with you. That being said, what you want to do is drive the kick through. What you’re doing right now would hurt someone, but it’d graze their torso because you’re overspinning it.”
“I’m rotating too much?” He takes a heavy breath as he awaits the answer.
“Exactly. Watch.” Taking a step to judge the right distance from the bag, Marissa rotates and executes a perfect spinning back kick, driving her heel into the bag. “See? I’m putting all my force into the torso, not letting myself spin. Practice makes perfect, big bro, but if you get it in the sweet spot, right in the solar plexus, your opponent is going to crumple to the ground for sure.”
CK scoffs as he puts a sweaty arm around his sister. “I’m impressed sis. Anything else?”
“Yeah, you can get your arm off me.” She says playfully before continuing. “I’m not sure you really need anything else. You’ve got the springboard roundhouse, you do that well enough to be effective, you don’t need to kill anyone in the ring.”
“You sure about that?”
“Well you’re not going to be in the ring with Logan Alexander or Aubrey J Parker on Monday, are you?”
Kane shrugs, performing the kick his sister has re-taught him. At first glance Christian’s form has improved significantly. “It’s a dog eat dog world, Rissa. You should know that, you’re a fighter.”
“I guess.” She walks over to the bench, picking up a roll a tape before walking back to her brother. “Wanna spar?”
With an indifferent shrug from her brother Marissa begins to tape her wrists. “I mean, when I fight it’s only competition. I’m not looking to take anyone’s head off, Christian, but it comes with the territory. If my opponent is going to give me a chance to blast ‘em I’m gonna blast ‘em. But I’m attempting to land the big shot all the time.” She finishes one hand and begins on the other. “That’s what I find weird about you wrestlers. You always go for the big finish. It’s stinks of desperation.”
Choosing to ignore her [in his opinion] harsh criticisms, Christian throws her a pair of gloves, shinguards and a headguard. The siblings put on their gear and enter a sparring ring. Marissa motions behind her and another trainer at the gym presses a button which releases a small, elongated beeping sound, starting the session. They both meet in the center of the ring and exchange small pitter-patter punches as they speak to each other. “How long is it?”
“3 minutes. We’ll go light. 80%.” Christian nods and the pair separate a little more, exchanging harder shots, Marissa obviously incorporating a few more kicks into her combinations. Rinse and repeat for a good minute, Christian is getting picked apart in a sparring session by his younger sister and the frustration shows, eventually he starts to go all out, looking to land hard rights, and even his superkick.
With 30 seconds left Christian’s desperation begins to show as he throws a hard kick to the body which is immediately followed by a superkick...which misses. Rissa counts with a hard spinning back kick, which, of course, crumples Christian to the canvas. Holding his torso in slight pain CK pulls off a glove and throws it at his sister. “I’m done.” Leaning against the ropes now, Christian tries to maintain a steady breathing pattern to deal with the kick.
It’s at this point that Marissa walks over to her brother, removing her headgear to reveal a large smile on her face. “That one was for bullying me as a kid!”
“Ha ha ha.”
“Alright, but seriously, I told you not to let your emotion control you. I kept you at bay, you got frustrated and eventually you presented me with an opening. I was told once that good fighters capitalize upon openings, but great fighters create them.”
“So...what? Is this all for your ego?” Christian hisses. Clearly upset his sister got the better of him.
Marissa rolls her eyes as she helps her brother up. “Don’t be so dramatic, that’s not just for me, you can make use of that statement too. Play on your opponents weaknesses, don’t just rely on your athletic skills - that isn’t your get out of jail free card. You’ve been using that one for too long, bro.”
Taking off his own headgear now, Christian approaches his sister, half-heartedly hugging her before leaving the ring. “Where are you going?” Marissa questions as her brother is halfway out the door.
“I’ve got things I need to address, people I need to address. Thanks for the help though, sis. Love ya!”
With that Kane exits the main gym seemingly in a rush, heading for the locker room to get showered and changed.
♠♠♠
Christian Kane is sat on a middle tier priced seat in the middle of an empty Sears Center Arena. The ring has already been put up by the crew, and with just hours to go before the start of the Meltdown Supershow emanating from the great city of Chicago the crew has begun to work on the set by the ramp area. Kane runs a hand over his hair as he looks across the arena, and with his back turned to the camera, he speaks...calmly. “How can the view from here be so distorted?" He questions, surprisingly relaxed. “I’m trying to understand, but I just can’t. It’s alien to me. I just don’t see why you people don’t cheer for me. It’s disgusting.”
He stands now, walking out into the aisle, with one hand on the guard rail.
“I’ve come up with a few theories, like anyone would. One of the ones I landed on was jealousy. It’s not secret that Alexander Duvall likes me, how can’t he? I’m a surplus of talent. But maybe you people...” Kane turns to the camera, pointing an accusing finger at it. “Maybe it’s you people who see me as that guy at work who always gets the promotion instead of you. The guy who always gets employee of the month ahead of you...simply for being better. For being one step ahead of the competition of all times, just like me. Maybe you make that relation, and that’s why you hate me.” Christian sighs as he turns back around, slowly making his way down the arena steps. “I spent hours trying to come up with it, until it finally hit me. The answer’s been in front of me the whole time...the reason you all don’t like me...is because you don’t understand me.”
Kane looks over his shoulder, smirking at the camera.
“You people don't have the business expertise to see marketability potential like Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison do. That's why you don't cheer for me. And I’m glad you don’t cheer for me. I’d like to think Chicago is somewhat of a better crowd who may actually respect me, but I have my reservations because you’re all as stupid as the next. Just remember who you came to see tonight, and what you came to see.”
The Canadian Sensation nods confidently to himself as he reaches the arena floor. “You came to see me, Christian Kane, dominate and FINALLY claim what is rightfully mine! The North American championship. You can bring your shitty signs, buy some stupid merch and be an idle spectator, but I refuse to be a spectator.”
He exclaims, climbing over the guardrail with ease as he does so.
“I belong in that ring. It’s all I know and I continue to perfect my craft - so for someone to tell me that the reason they’ll win is because they’re desperate is...astounding. I learnt a few things this week, and one of the most important lessons I’ve learned is that desperation will get you nowhere, Tuhoa. You don’t need this title, you want it just like I do. Just like Zing does. Just like Mannie did. I see through your lies. I look past your pathetic compliments and I’m telling you right now that I’m going to win the title. Not because I need to, because I want to. Not because I’m desperate, because I’m better. Than; you, these people, Zing, Mannie AND M&M. Duvall hand picked me for a reason, Valo. I have all the assets needed to help a business thrive even in an economy as bad as ours! For someone like Alexander Duvall I am simply a dream...and you...you are a nightmare.
You won’t become the champion. Alexander Duvall won’t let you, but more importantly, I won’t let you.”
Kane climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. Walking over to the ropes he leans on them with his forearms, looking out to the empty seats. In just a few hours he’ll be competing for the chance to gain the North American title.
“This is professional wrestling, Valo - but this is also a business, and the fact that you can’t see that leads me to doubt your so-called ‘masterplan’. While you distract yourself with silly little fantasies I’ll be getting the job done, this ring is where it’ll begin tonight...and it is where it’ll finish when I hoist the North American championship belt high above my head to the ire of these fans. Whether it’s Amy Zing or Young Mannie...I don’t care. I’m better than the both of them, leaps and bounds better - and the only reason you hold that championship is because you were in the right place at the right time, Mannie. I’d tell you not to let it go to your head, but I’d probably be too late.
But I intend to bring you right back to reality if it’s you I’m going up against in the main event. I’ve been told that I’ve cut lines, I’ve been told countless times that I should wait my turn...but no one gets where they want to go when they wait for their turn. Ever since I started wrestling I was waiting my turn and no one gave it to me. Time after time I was passed over, so I began TAKING. If you don’t know that you don’t belong here. If you don’t know that you don’t belong in the ring with me - because Monday night I won’t wait. I won’t respect any of you and I’m going to TAKE WHAT I WANT...the North American title.”
Pushing back off the ropes, the Canadian Sensation finds himself in the middle of the ring. Whether he’d be joined by the North American championship remains to be seen...
This past week has been a rather strange one for Christian Kane. To be fair, every week normally springs up a surprise for the Canadian Sensation, but this week more so. Logan Alexander lost his North American championship on Meltdown. A title that Christian Kane failed to beat him for at Survive and Conquer...and then he just goes and loses it? Of course, Kane’s close associate KJE played a vital role in ensuring that Alexander lost his championship, but still...Christian Kane can’t help but feel...cheated. To come so close to defeating Logan only for him to lose to someone else, it’s frustrating - and the only conclusion he can truly come to is that he weakened Logan, weakened him at Survive and Conquer enough for him to finally lose last week. He shook the foundations, or at least he’d like to think so, if not for the sake of his relevance then for the sake of his ego.
Kane knew, of course, not only is he very close to KJE but to Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison also, this was not a mercenary job, not by a long shot. This was planned. A planned attack on Logan Alexander and his North American championship reign, and of course it worked, Young Mannie is the new champion. But he shouldn’t be. Christian Kane should be. The Canadian Sensation should be. He wanted to be the one to pry the title from Logan’s cold, dead hands. He wanted to be the one to cause Logan Alexander the pain and emptiness felt when a title reign is rendered to an abrupt end. If the fans want to make Christian Kane a villain then he’ll become the villain.
He's not going to sit around and pretend like it doesn’t piss him off that Young Mannie has become the champion but there’s nothing Kane can do about that match anymore. It happened, Logan Alexander has been defeated and this week he faces Tuhoa Valo in a Falls Count Anywhere match early on in the night and in the main event, if he wins will find himself in a North American championship match be it against Young Mannie or Amy Zing, a match which’ll be decided earlier in the night on the Meltdown Supershow as well.
...But during the week, as he trains, as he’s already trained, Kane’s got to thinking. This one thought, this one negative thought which has dropped into his consciousness and infected his whole mind causing a severe lack of motivation. A lack of motivation so severe that he may not even make it past Tuhoa Valo in their match, let alone win the North American title by the end of the night. And that thought? What if his pursuit for the North American title doesn’t stem for his desire to wear the gold? What if...just what if...it originally was such a desire which contorted into a desire to see Logan Alexander broken. Beaten, bloody and helpless...at his own hands. Not Young Mannie’s, not Amy Zing’s, certainly not Tuhoa Valo’s...his.
Was Christian Kane that broken? That pathetic? That he wants to destroy a man who beat him fair and square in a championship bout? Is his ego that bruised? The answer to that is yes. Kane is broken, he is that pathetic, he wants to destroy Logan Alexander and his ego is most certainly bruised. In his eyes Alexander embarrassed and mocked him at Survive and Conquer, defeating him in a grueling match only to participate in the Survive and Conquer match. How could anyone not be offended by that?
He is glad, in a way, that Logan did indeed lose his championship. While he is predominantly of the mindset that ‘if I can’t beat him, no one can’, his hate for Logan Alexander somewhat supersedes that. As previously mentioned, he can’t change the past, but he can damn sure change the future, how will he do that? He’ll win the North American title, of course. If he can’t beat Logan for it then he can definitely win the title and gloat about it, surely.
However, that is MUCH easier said than done. At the Meltdown Supershow in Chicago, Illinois the winner of the main event will most surely deserve to be the North American champion, Zing and Mannie must endure a steel cage match for the title, Valo and Kane a Falls Count Anywhere match, and in the same night the winner of each will battle to decide who becomes the new North American champion...or, if Mannie can retain it. A tall order.
We join Christian Kane now mid-way through a training session as he jabs away at a heavy bag, his younger sister and fighter/wrestler Marissa Kane watching on. With a sharp exhale of breath with each punch Christian eventually moves over to a softer bag, beginning to kick it. It is now that Marissa puts down her phone and observes her brother’s form a little more carefully. While Marissa is indeed the younger sister, 5 years in fact, Marissa is a taekwondo black belt, having started studying the martial art as a child.
Of course it was natural that the younger Kane sibling would eventually make her way to this sort of physical competition. While she is indeed a pro-wrestler she is sure to not stray too far from her roots, she truly is a fighter, and has had any official taekwondo bouts under her belt, if you could excuse the pun. While she worked hard to perfect her form and technique, Christian was able to fall back on his natural agility and overall athleticism. While he does perform a variety of kicks, his deadliest being his finish, the SuperSexyKick often referred to as the SSK, Kane’s losses as of late has left him a little more humble. Humble enough to ask his sister for guidance, a rarity.
Right now Kane is performing a spinning back kick, or at least he’s trying. After a few attempts Marissa stands, tying her hair up as she walks over to her brother.
“Am I doing this wrong?” Christian asks as he takes a few steps away from the bag, allowing his sister a little room to correctly show him how the kick is performed.
“Not that bad.” She begins. “The steps are for the most part right but you’re not utilizing the torque for the kick correctly. This kick is real difficult to perform in pro-wrestling because your opponent is almost always on you, and only an idiot would stand to trade with you. That being said, what you want to do is drive the kick through. What you’re doing right now would hurt someone, but it’d graze their torso because you’re overspinning it.”
“I’m rotating too much?” He takes a heavy breath as he awaits the answer.
“Exactly. Watch.” Taking a step to judge the right distance from the bag, Marissa rotates and executes a perfect spinning back kick, driving her heel into the bag. “See? I’m putting all my force into the torso, not letting myself spin. Practice makes perfect, big bro, but if you get it in the sweet spot, right in the solar plexus, your opponent is going to crumple to the ground for sure.”
CK scoffs as he puts a sweaty arm around his sister. “I’m impressed sis. Anything else?”
“Yeah, you can get your arm off me.” She says playfully before continuing. “I’m not sure you really need anything else. You’ve got the springboard roundhouse, you do that well enough to be effective, you don’t need to kill anyone in the ring.”
“You sure about that?”
“Well you’re not going to be in the ring with Logan Alexander or Aubrey J Parker on Monday, are you?”
Kane shrugs, performing the kick his sister has re-taught him. At first glance Christian’s form has improved significantly. “It’s a dog eat dog world, Rissa. You should know that, you’re a fighter.”
“I guess.” She walks over to the bench, picking up a roll a tape before walking back to her brother. “Wanna spar?”
With an indifferent shrug from her brother Marissa begins to tape her wrists. “I mean, when I fight it’s only competition. I’m not looking to take anyone’s head off, Christian, but it comes with the territory. If my opponent is going to give me a chance to blast ‘em I’m gonna blast ‘em. But I’m attempting to land the big shot all the time.” She finishes one hand and begins on the other. “That’s what I find weird about you wrestlers. You always go for the big finish. It’s stinks of desperation.”
Choosing to ignore her [in his opinion] harsh criticisms, Christian throws her a pair of gloves, shinguards and a headguard. The siblings put on their gear and enter a sparring ring. Marissa motions behind her and another trainer at the gym presses a button which releases a small, elongated beeping sound, starting the session. They both meet in the center of the ring and exchange small pitter-patter punches as they speak to each other. “How long is it?”
“3 minutes. We’ll go light. 80%.” Christian nods and the pair separate a little more, exchanging harder shots, Marissa obviously incorporating a few more kicks into her combinations. Rinse and repeat for a good minute, Christian is getting picked apart in a sparring session by his younger sister and the frustration shows, eventually he starts to go all out, looking to land hard rights, and even his superkick.
With 30 seconds left Christian’s desperation begins to show as he throws a hard kick to the body which is immediately followed by a superkick...which misses. Rissa counts with a hard spinning back kick, which, of course, crumples Christian to the canvas. Holding his torso in slight pain CK pulls off a glove and throws it at his sister. “I’m done.” Leaning against the ropes now, Christian tries to maintain a steady breathing pattern to deal with the kick.
It’s at this point that Marissa walks over to her brother, removing her headgear to reveal a large smile on her face. “That one was for bullying me as a kid!”
“Ha ha ha.”
“Alright, but seriously, I told you not to let your emotion control you. I kept you at bay, you got frustrated and eventually you presented me with an opening. I was told once that good fighters capitalize upon openings, but great fighters create them.”
“So...what? Is this all for your ego?” Christian hisses. Clearly upset his sister got the better of him.
Marissa rolls her eyes as she helps her brother up. “Don’t be so dramatic, that’s not just for me, you can make use of that statement too. Play on your opponents weaknesses, don’t just rely on your athletic skills - that isn’t your get out of jail free card. You’ve been using that one for too long, bro.”
Taking off his own headgear now, Christian approaches his sister, half-heartedly hugging her before leaving the ring. “Where are you going?” Marissa questions as her brother is halfway out the door.
“I’ve got things I need to address, people I need to address. Thanks for the help though, sis. Love ya!”
With that Kane exits the main gym seemingly in a rush, heading for the locker room to get showered and changed.
♠♠♠
Christian Kane is sat on a middle tier priced seat in the middle of an empty Sears Center Arena. The ring has already been put up by the crew, and with just hours to go before the start of the Meltdown Supershow emanating from the great city of Chicago the crew has begun to work on the set by the ramp area. Kane runs a hand over his hair as he looks across the arena, and with his back turned to the camera, he speaks...calmly. “How can the view from here be so distorted?" He questions, surprisingly relaxed. “I’m trying to understand, but I just can’t. It’s alien to me. I just don’t see why you people don’t cheer for me. It’s disgusting.”
He stands now, walking out into the aisle, with one hand on the guard rail.
“I’ve come up with a few theories, like anyone would. One of the ones I landed on was jealousy. It’s not secret that Alexander Duvall likes me, how can’t he? I’m a surplus of talent. But maybe you people...” Kane turns to the camera, pointing an accusing finger at it. “Maybe it’s you people who see me as that guy at work who always gets the promotion instead of you. The guy who always gets employee of the month ahead of you...simply for being better. For being one step ahead of the competition of all times, just like me. Maybe you make that relation, and that’s why you hate me.” Christian sighs as he turns back around, slowly making his way down the arena steps. “I spent hours trying to come up with it, until it finally hit me. The answer’s been in front of me the whole time...the reason you all don’t like me...is because you don’t understand me.”
Kane looks over his shoulder, smirking at the camera.
“You people don't have the business expertise to see marketability potential like Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison do. That's why you don't cheer for me. And I’m glad you don’t cheer for me. I’d like to think Chicago is somewhat of a better crowd who may actually respect me, but I have my reservations because you’re all as stupid as the next. Just remember who you came to see tonight, and what you came to see.”
The Canadian Sensation nods confidently to himself as he reaches the arena floor. “You came to see me, Christian Kane, dominate and FINALLY claim what is rightfully mine! The North American championship. You can bring your shitty signs, buy some stupid merch and be an idle spectator, but I refuse to be a spectator.”
He exclaims, climbing over the guardrail with ease as he does so.
“I belong in that ring. It’s all I know and I continue to perfect my craft - so for someone to tell me that the reason they’ll win is because they’re desperate is...astounding. I learnt a few things this week, and one of the most important lessons I’ve learned is that desperation will get you nowhere, Tuhoa. You don’t need this title, you want it just like I do. Just like Zing does. Just like Mannie did. I see through your lies. I look past your pathetic compliments and I’m telling you right now that I’m going to win the title. Not because I need to, because I want to. Not because I’m desperate, because I’m better. Than; you, these people, Zing, Mannie AND M&M. Duvall hand picked me for a reason, Valo. I have all the assets needed to help a business thrive even in an economy as bad as ours! For someone like Alexander Duvall I am simply a dream...and you...you are a nightmare.
You won’t become the champion. Alexander Duvall won’t let you, but more importantly, I won’t let you.”
Kane climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. Walking over to the ropes he leans on them with his forearms, looking out to the empty seats. In just a few hours he’ll be competing for the chance to gain the North American title.
“This is professional wrestling, Valo - but this is also a business, and the fact that you can’t see that leads me to doubt your so-called ‘masterplan’. While you distract yourself with silly little fantasies I’ll be getting the job done, this ring is where it’ll begin tonight...and it is where it’ll finish when I hoist the North American championship belt high above my head to the ire of these fans. Whether it’s Amy Zing or Young Mannie...I don’t care. I’m better than the both of them, leaps and bounds better - and the only reason you hold that championship is because you were in the right place at the right time, Mannie. I’d tell you not to let it go to your head, but I’d probably be too late.
But I intend to bring you right back to reality if it’s you I’m going up against in the main event. I’ve been told that I’ve cut lines, I’ve been told countless times that I should wait my turn...but no one gets where they want to go when they wait for their turn. Ever since I started wrestling I was waiting my turn and no one gave it to me. Time after time I was passed over, so I began TAKING. If you don’t know that you don’t belong here. If you don’t know that you don’t belong in the ring with me - because Monday night I won’t wait. I won’t respect any of you and I’m going to TAKE WHAT I WANT...the North American title.”
Pushing back off the ropes, the Canadian Sensation finds himself in the middle of the ring. Whether he’d be joined by the North American championship remains to be seen...
