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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 14 2010, 07:53 PM (109 Views) | |
| Jack | Jul 14 2010, 07:53 PM Post #1 |
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California. His home town. Was he going to receive a hero's welcome or would his otherworldly persona be to much for the masses to absorb? No matter. It was of little consequence. In any event it was only his place of birth in his current incarnation. Far greater things were at stake than adulation. A World Title opportunity. It seemed as though he had to jump through hoops in order to be granted chances at these golden treasures. Two other men had to be defeated for a chance at the No Limit strap which he had capitalized upon. Now three more had to be vanquished only for seven more to be set up in their place. If he were able to overcome all of these obstacles then, and only then, would he receive a confrontation with the always dangerous Randy Orton. So it goes. There isn't anything particularly special about where he currently stood. Holed up somewhere in the arena to voice his thoughts on his upcoming match with Cody Rhodes, Trent Barreta and Mr. Kennedy. It was almost as if he were in a closet due to the tight and claustrophobic walls he had squeezed himself between. Perhaps it helped him to prepare of keeps his thoughts pure and without interruption. Only his mind knew and that wasn't always the easiest thing to decipher or understand. |Brian Kendrick| I feel somewhat juxtaposed. On one hand I could focus all of my drive and attention on Cody Rhodes. Cody would like a shot at my No Limit title and I could show him the grave error of that thought process. 'Dashing' Cody Rhodes. I wish you would go dashing off the side of a cliff. But by becoming intent on producing intense bodily harm onto Cody I would lose track on the task at hand. Being the best wrestler in the company and becoming a World Champion. Is Cody Rhodes worth that? No. He isn't. And, fortunately for Trent Barreta, neither is he. I utter Cody and Trent in the same breath because they have apparently become some twisted amalgam that lives to stroke the ego of Zack Ryder. If this is the path you choose in your fleeting spectral essence, so be it. In another form or in another realm maybe you will strive to achieve something greater. But for now you are both merely minnows in the sea of life. Perhaps the both of you will pool your less than considerable talents together to soften me up before the title match Cody so desperately yearns for. To that idea I say..knock yourselves out. I fight alone. No one watches my back. But I'm craving something and when have this terrible instinct I can be very difficult to overcome.. The side of his fist slams into one of the walls surround him |Brian Kendrick| Give this to ME. And his voice momentarily shifts from it's usually calculated and precise tone. |Brian Kendrick| Maybe even Mr. Kennedy will find himself powerless underneath your sway and this will erupt into a three on one situation. The potential is there. I can often see his mouth moving but I rarely ever can hear the words that are being spoken. Or maybe the two of you would be better served as lackies to this boisterous tornado. You seem to gravitate to those with a lot of nothing to say. Kennedy sure is loud, he sure can yell. Maybe the three of you will find that you can identify with one another and seek to wipe out my plane of existence.. Or maybe you feel I pose no considerable threat. Defining, confining, controlling. The side of a clenched fist meets the opposite wall and his hair find's it's way over his face |Brian Kendrick| But that kind of thinking..isn't going to get you anywhere. And when people think like that it tends to atrophy any sense of compassion I might have. Kennedy. Rhodes. Barreta. I've seen myself with this prize and unless this stream has had a momentary lack of concentration, I'm going to have it. I can't tell you when it's going to occur but this could be the beginning of it. I have to take what is mine. ..MINE..MINE..MINE.. His appendages whip about in his confined space in a crazed display of rage. But it's merely fleeting. Slumping down to a sitting position he pulls his hair away from his face and reveals the grin of a lunatic. |Brian Kendrick| ..Thank you for your time.. |
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