Post by Cris on Apr 6, 2013 19:49:18 GMT -4
A Monologue
“I think one of my biggest weaknesses is that I care too much what people think. I know, I know, that’s a little fucked up - look at me, why should I care what people think? Right? Well when people say that I’m a flop, that I’m just a hype train...a perpetual failure, well, that pisses me the fuck off.
I am the future of this brand. The future of this brand...fuck it...I’m the future of APW. There is no one as marketable as Christian Kane. Look at my face! Chiselled good looks, put that on a poster, man - it’ll sell. And I’m no slouch in the ring. But tag team wrestling? There are too many variables. You know? For instance, I don’t have to be pinned to lose a match. That’s fucking bullshit. Kaylyn is awesome. We’re awesome together. But with those losers from Meltdown, and M&M sniffing around for a rematch...is it worth it?
We forced our way into the match at Rasslemania and we lost. I never wanted the tag titles to be the tag team champions - I’m not a fiend for gold like most in this business...I just wanted to cause as much pain and suffering to M&M as I could. Emotional and physical. So I don’t need a silly wrestling match to do my damage. If I catch ‘em backstage I’ll happily shatter their jaws, having them eating through a straw for the next month or two. But again...is it worth it? The answer to that...is no.
It’s not worth it. It’s not worth becoming obsessed over them or the tag titles. They are not the answer to my success here in Action Packed Wrestling. Not one bit. They’re not standing in my way - they’re not standing on my path to greatness. Phil Atken is. I know I do it a lot, but I’m not going to bullshit. Phil Atken is a former world champion. Experienced. And his win was no fluke. He beat Sally fuckin’ Talfourd. That is impressive. That made people turn their heads. That made people respect him...and that’s all I want. Some respect.
Acknowledgement.
I’ve been where you’ve been, Phil. A joke. You know. I began to wrestle in 2004...I didn’t take my career seriously until 2011. That’s seven years of wasted opportunities. Seven wasted years. Seven years of punishment to my body. Punishment that’s taken who knows how many years off of my career. Who knows how long I’m going to be able to go for. Who knows how long you’ll be able to go for. Some days I’m in pain, some days I feel like a million bucks. What’s important is that I don’t waste those days. It’s important that I don’t let opportunities like these pass me by. I’m not going to become that ‘joke’ again. I’m not going to be ‘that’ guy who’s in the midcard because ‘there has to be a midcard’. Fuck that, fuck anyone who ever says that. I refuse to wallow away there again. I am a star. I am a superstar. I’m not close to retiring. Honestly, no where near. This shouldn’t be seen as a sign that I am. I just want to be at the top for as long as I can, because that’s what I deserve.
And I’m sorry, Atken, but you’re my ticket. You’re my ticket to the top. Look what it’s done for Young Mannie. Say what you will about him. He’s beaten me after wrestling in a cage match the same night - sure, I was in a Falls Count Anywhere the same night, but it’s all the same. Kid’s tough. Tough enough to beat you, when you were world champion. A shock victory. So much so that come the biggest show of the year, you were left off the card. Unfortunate.
But your star hasn’t dimmed. You haven’t really faltered. If anything, this should drive you. Drive you to shut up a brash newcomer like me. But I won’t go away. I’ll never go away. Get rid of me and there’ll always be people like me, they say. No one’s going to get the chance to replace me. I won’t stop until I’m at the top and I will keep on going.
This is where I belong, the big leagues. Where I’ve always belonged. Even when I was considered a joke, I knew what I could do. Others did, too. All I needed was some guidance. A push in the right direction. Who gave that to me? Fucking no one. None of these fans, none of my peers, none of my superiors. I’m here through raw talent and determination.
I know I talk a big game. I know I have done ever since I’ve arrived in this company, and right now it’s about time I backed it up inside the squared circle. In Montevideo I’m going to make that ring MY ring. It doesn’t matter that we’re in South America. We can be wrestling on the North Pole for all I care - if it’s under the APW banner, on the Asylum brand I will make it mine. I know I’m talented enough.
I’m not a perpetual failure.
I’m not a flop.
I’m not a hype train.
I am not a joke.
I’m the Canadian Sensation.
The Original Bad Guy.
Christian Kane.
A name used by many, time I made it mine.”
[/color][/font]“I think one of my biggest weaknesses is that I care too much what people think. I know, I know, that’s a little fucked up - look at me, why should I care what people think? Right? Well when people say that I’m a flop, that I’m just a hype train...a perpetual failure, well, that pisses me the fuck off.
I am the future of this brand. The future of this brand...fuck it...I’m the future of APW. There is no one as marketable as Christian Kane. Look at my face! Chiselled good looks, put that on a poster, man - it’ll sell. And I’m no slouch in the ring. But tag team wrestling? There are too many variables. You know? For instance, I don’t have to be pinned to lose a match. That’s fucking bullshit. Kaylyn is awesome. We’re awesome together. But with those losers from Meltdown, and M&M sniffing around for a rematch...is it worth it?
We forced our way into the match at Rasslemania and we lost. I never wanted the tag titles to be the tag team champions - I’m not a fiend for gold like most in this business...I just wanted to cause as much pain and suffering to M&M as I could. Emotional and physical. So I don’t need a silly wrestling match to do my damage. If I catch ‘em backstage I’ll happily shatter their jaws, having them eating through a straw for the next month or two. But again...is it worth it? The answer to that...is no.
It’s not worth it. It’s not worth becoming obsessed over them or the tag titles. They are not the answer to my success here in Action Packed Wrestling. Not one bit. They’re not standing in my way - they’re not standing on my path to greatness. Phil Atken is. I know I do it a lot, but I’m not going to bullshit. Phil Atken is a former world champion. Experienced. And his win was no fluke. He beat Sally fuckin’ Talfourd. That is impressive. That made people turn their heads. That made people respect him...and that’s all I want. Some respect.
Acknowledgement.
I’ve been where you’ve been, Phil. A joke. You know. I began to wrestle in 2004...I didn’t take my career seriously until 2011. That’s seven years of wasted opportunities. Seven wasted years. Seven years of punishment to my body. Punishment that’s taken who knows how many years off of my career. Who knows how long I’m going to be able to go for. Who knows how long you’ll be able to go for. Some days I’m in pain, some days I feel like a million bucks. What’s important is that I don’t waste those days. It’s important that I don’t let opportunities like these pass me by. I’m not going to become that ‘joke’ again. I’m not going to be ‘that’ guy who’s in the midcard because ‘there has to be a midcard’. Fuck that, fuck anyone who ever says that. I refuse to wallow away there again. I am a star. I am a superstar. I’m not close to retiring. Honestly, no where near. This shouldn’t be seen as a sign that I am. I just want to be at the top for as long as I can, because that’s what I deserve.
And I’m sorry, Atken, but you’re my ticket. You’re my ticket to the top. Look what it’s done for Young Mannie. Say what you will about him. He’s beaten me after wrestling in a cage match the same night - sure, I was in a Falls Count Anywhere the same night, but it’s all the same. Kid’s tough. Tough enough to beat you, when you were world champion. A shock victory. So much so that come the biggest show of the year, you were left off the card. Unfortunate.
But your star hasn’t dimmed. You haven’t really faltered. If anything, this should drive you. Drive you to shut up a brash newcomer like me. But I won’t go away. I’ll never go away. Get rid of me and there’ll always be people like me, they say. No one’s going to get the chance to replace me. I won’t stop until I’m at the top and I will keep on going.
This is where I belong, the big leagues. Where I’ve always belonged. Even when I was considered a joke, I knew what I could do. Others did, too. All I needed was some guidance. A push in the right direction. Who gave that to me? Fucking no one. None of these fans, none of my peers, none of my superiors. I’m here through raw talent and determination.
I know I talk a big game. I know I have done ever since I’ve arrived in this company, and right now it’s about time I backed it up inside the squared circle. In Montevideo I’m going to make that ring MY ring. It doesn’t matter that we’re in South America. We can be wrestling on the North Pole for all I care - if it’s under the APW banner, on the Asylum brand I will make it mine. I know I’m talented enough.
I’m not a perpetual failure.
I’m not a flop.
I’m not a hype train.
I am not a joke.
I’m the Canadian Sensation.
The Original Bad Guy.
Christian Kane.
A name used by many, time I made it mine.”
