Post by Josh Kennedy on Aug 20, 2017 7:56:33 GMT -5
As the cameras open on Josh Kennedy, he's looking, as has come to be usual lately, extremely haggard. It's clear that a great deal of things have been weighing on him recently. As is customary for his on-camera appearances, his CWC Trios Championship is resting on one shoulder, while his Slaughterhouse King of Deathmatch Championship sits on the other.
"John fuckin' Blade and Alicia trashcan Hixx? You're fuckin' kidding me, right?" Josh scoffs.
"Look, I get it, odd-couple. Drake and I got beef, we're havin' a match, pairin' us up is an attraction. I ain't pissed about that, I get it, get some eyes on us. But Blade and Hixx? Fuck, if I cared about 'em in the slightest I'd be genuinely offended at bein' put in the ring with fuckin' dreck like them. But right now? I got way bigger shit to worry about than those two. One of my closest friends betrayed me, and I've gotta come back to Redemption fresh off my suspension with a straight head. I'd gotten there, I was ready, and then? A man I considered my brother sold me and the rest of the Filth Parade out for nothing, and all that work I did to get back on track's just come undone completely. So, yeah, I'm distracted, again. I'm all over the place, again. I'm worn-out, again. Every time I get over something it seems like there's a brand new crisis just around the corner. That takes a toll."
"I mean, I just kinda wish we'd got some actual competition to test our abilities, because frankly, Drake and I could put both Hixx and Blade away ourselves in a handicap match. Makes me appreciate getting to face the dude at Convergence, at least I know he can wrestle..."
"So, guess I might as well talk about my tag partner since we're here. Jonathan, you're getting a second chance with me. I know I was petty, I had a lot goin' on, and I used you as a punching bag for it. That happens. I do that. A lot. More than I should. I can't help it. These wires get crossed, and I just... In short, I'm sorry. And I'll try to do what I can to set this straight, but I got no excuses. Not really. And even if I did, I'm not the type to hide behind 'em. I know I snapped at you on Twitter again the other night. Same deal. I don't take kindly to bein' called crazy. We ain't gonna be best buddies or anything, I know that much already. Kennedy and Drake won't be some permanent fixture of the tag team division in Redemption Wrestling, but since I missed One Night Only, this is my own little version. You and me, I'll drop my bullshit, we'll kick some ass together. And then come Convergence, I'll kick yours. Easy, yeah?"
Josh laughs playfully, making his light-hearted intent at that final dig clear.
"Because right now, I could do with a little bit of happiness. I could do with something to enjoy in this pile of misery right now, so whatever work I need to do to enjoy this, to actually cut myself loose a little bit before I fuckin' explode, I'm gonna do it. 'Cause even that takes effort, and a lot of it. I can never just let myself be happy, it ain't never been that simple. So I'm gonna let go of everything I'm clutching onto, as tough as that can be sometimes, and worry about making everything fall into place later. Or I'm gonna try to at least. I'm gonna make a concerted effort to have fun. At the end of the day, I love this job, and everything about it, so maybe I can let myself have a little bit of light in the darkness. God knows I could use it..."
"John fuckin' Blade and Alicia trashcan Hixx? You're fuckin' kidding me, right?" Josh scoffs.
"Look, I get it, odd-couple. Drake and I got beef, we're havin' a match, pairin' us up is an attraction. I ain't pissed about that, I get it, get some eyes on us. But Blade and Hixx? Fuck, if I cared about 'em in the slightest I'd be genuinely offended at bein' put in the ring with fuckin' dreck like them. But right now? I got way bigger shit to worry about than those two. One of my closest friends betrayed me, and I've gotta come back to Redemption fresh off my suspension with a straight head. I'd gotten there, I was ready, and then? A man I considered my brother sold me and the rest of the Filth Parade out for nothing, and all that work I did to get back on track's just come undone completely. So, yeah, I'm distracted, again. I'm all over the place, again. I'm worn-out, again. Every time I get over something it seems like there's a brand new crisis just around the corner. That takes a toll."
"I mean, I just kinda wish we'd got some actual competition to test our abilities, because frankly, Drake and I could put both Hixx and Blade away ourselves in a handicap match. Makes me appreciate getting to face the dude at Convergence, at least I know he can wrestle..."
"So, guess I might as well talk about my tag partner since we're here. Jonathan, you're getting a second chance with me. I know I was petty, I had a lot goin' on, and I used you as a punching bag for it. That happens. I do that. A lot. More than I should. I can't help it. These wires get crossed, and I just... In short, I'm sorry. And I'll try to do what I can to set this straight, but I got no excuses. Not really. And even if I did, I'm not the type to hide behind 'em. I know I snapped at you on Twitter again the other night. Same deal. I don't take kindly to bein' called crazy. We ain't gonna be best buddies or anything, I know that much already. Kennedy and Drake won't be some permanent fixture of the tag team division in Redemption Wrestling, but since I missed One Night Only, this is my own little version. You and me, I'll drop my bullshit, we'll kick some ass together. And then come Convergence, I'll kick yours. Easy, yeah?"
Josh laughs playfully, making his light-hearted intent at that final dig clear.
"Because right now, I could do with a little bit of happiness. I could do with something to enjoy in this pile of misery right now, so whatever work I need to do to enjoy this, to actually cut myself loose a little bit before I fuckin' explode, I'm gonna do it. 'Cause even that takes effort, and a lot of it. I can never just let myself be happy, it ain't never been that simple. So I'm gonna let go of everything I'm clutching onto, as tough as that can be sometimes, and worry about making everything fall into place later. Or I'm gonna try to at least. I'm gonna make a concerted effort to have fun. At the end of the day, I love this job, and everything about it, so maybe I can let myself have a little bit of light in the darkness. God knows I could use it..."
