Post by Ghost Spike on Feb 25, 2018 16:41:04 GMT
When you’ve been in this industry as long as I have, you see so many come and go. So many fads come through, people latch onto them, and inevitably fade away. The one constant in all of this?
Is me.
Companies have been built up, proclaiming they are the next big thing, soaking in talent from around the world. The best, the brightest, the undervalued, the underutilized….promises of main events and gold, and they fade away. I’ve lasted through some of the biggest federations this business has ever seen. From my humble beginnings in WDW, to spanning the globe in the likes of EBCWF, to my own failed project of XwF and it’s many incarnations. I found a home in XHF and when they treated me badly? When the politics got into my mind, so too did one Davey Boone who lured me to nCw.
The thing is, where Spike Kane goes?
People follow.
Those from XHF followed me to nCw, and many more joined their ranks just because my name was on the billboard. You might think I’m being egotistical, but for once? I’m not. These are simple facts. So when people stand there and ask me why I’ve “lowered” myself to the Invictus Championship? It’s a pretty easy reply.
I haven’t lowered anything.
I raised it up.
Just like I did last year with the Man of Steel Championship.
I’ve made this championship worth something, and that isn’t a knock of Jayson Matthews either, because he was doing a damn good job. Almost everyone else before him though? Not so much. This Championship hasn’t been treated with an ounce of the respect it deserves. People like Noah Field shit all over it. Holding it just to hold a championship, rather than taking pride in being said champion. Rather than using this championship to give people a chance, to help put people on the map. No…
It’s become a stepping stone.
Well let me just put things straight right here. My name is Spike Motherfucking Kane. I am the Blood God, the God of Xtreme, I’ve got over two decades of blood, violence, and brutality behind me. I’m one of the most decorated superstars in the business. I’m the ONLY man to have won every active championship and when I hold this gold? It means something, beating me means something, taking this gold - means something!
But don’t get it twisted.
I am no ones stepping stone.
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Spike Kane sat in a darkened room, not pitch black, but just dark enough that you can barely make out his figure. He sat quietly, contemplating the things to come. Reflecting on the year that had passed, his thoughts wander.
This time last year I was the God of Steel….I was alone…..I was just so…..angry.
His thoughts turned to Pandora and the effect she’d had on his life, almost literally lighting everything up. How she’d brought people into his life, people he now cared deeply about, like Astrid. He thought of Warren and how he’d been under Eternity’s spell, for lack of a better word, but now was with The Pack. Though it tore him up, at least he knew his son was safe, and cared for, no matter what his issues with Dean Harper might be. Then he thought of Dawn Halliwell. How once again a mistake from his early days in the business had come back to him several years later. He felt responsible for the pain she’d been through, for the attitude on her shoulders, and for everything she’d been through just with the thoughts of getting to him and kicking him square in the nuts.
It’s funny how things change when we come face to face with our issues.
He cared about her, as much as an absentee father could be. He wanted to be a part of her life. To do everything that he didn’t do for Warren. He didn’t want to pressure her, or force her to do anything other than what she wanted. Now his life had grown so much, Pandora had met with Dawn. Case and point?
He had a family again.
Still the holes in his life tugged at him. He missed his boys, he missed seeing them grow, just like he did with Warren and Dawn. He missed all the “Dad Moments” like their graduations, their first dates, their first homes. Everything he should be there for, and despite his outer demeanour, it still hurt. Spike Kane might be the father of four children, but he was no Dad.He’d messed that up almost as much as his own old man did. The only thing he could hope for, was not to scar the two he had left for life like he, his brother, and his sister had been.
“You OK?”
The door creaked slightly open and the light from the hall shone in almost like a wave hitting the beach. Spike looked up from his seated position to see a slightly worried look on the face of Pandora. He smiled at her, as much to put her at ease than anything else.
“Yes. I’m just, thinking. Reflecting, y’know?”
He rose to his feet to meet her as she wandered into the room. They embraced and he squeezed her tight.
“It’s been a pretty crazy year.”
No shit, Spike thought.
“It has, but because of you that crazy has been everything I could ever ask for.”
“Oh stop, you’re making me blush”
She gently punched him in the shoulder as he chuckled ever so slighty. He beamed at her, his beacon in the darkness…..so much darkness.
“I just….I’ve been thinking how different everything is now. With the Roulette coming up...whether I’m still the Invictus Champion or not….”
Her head cocked to the side as she smiled, summing him up.
“You want to win it.”
He sighed.
“Of course I do. I’ve come runner up twice, and out of everything left to do, it’s the one thing I genuinely want. I just know…”
“Know what?”
She asked as concern strated to creep in.
“I just know that I can’t go in there all sunshines and rainbows and walk out the winner. I know that….I’m going to have to be something more…”
She wasn’t impressed.
“Is this where you start saying “All Hail!” to people again?”
He turned away, his face dark but illinated enough for the camera to pick it up.
“It’s All Bloody Hail….and maybe…..just maybe…”
The look on Spike’s face, is one of grimaced determination, while behinds him Pandora begins to question what is actually going on, but we fade away.
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Pax Stormcrow.
There isn’t much to really say about you, is there Pax? You keep to yourself, take a back seat and avoid all the drama. Oh, you’ll pipe in every now and then on twitter, but for the most part? You’re pretty content to just ride things through. Collect that delicious paycheck, and do the bare minimum to skate on by. While I wholeheartedly agree with your opinions on one James “Fuckboy” Gillmore, I expected a lot more from you. I mean, it takes a lot for Gillmore to overlook the idiocy of talking about someone's “illegible texan gibberish” but hey, you somehow let that fly. The whole roster was rooting for you, to put that stupid son of a whore down, but you crumbled. When the favour was yours, you fell short. So tell me, explain to me, in great detail if you must…
How in the fuck are you going to lose to Gillmore, but defeat me?
It just doesn’t mean feasibly possibly, and I mean this with every single ounce of disrespect to James Gillmore that I can muster. HE is nothing, HE is a nobody, HE is a pathetic piece of shit still trying to cling to relevancy, and you couldn’t defeat him. Me? I’m on a whole other level Pax. I’m a legend, and that isn’t just me saying that. I’ve proven it, time and time again, year after year. Don’t you think that there is a reason Roberto Verona keeps me on his payroll? Don’t you think he knows exactly who he has here? A main event calibre, machine. Someone who can go out there, week after week, month after month, year after year, and either make somebody?
Or break somebody.
Somebody up there either hates your guts, or really believes you have some untapped potential. You see, one of two things is going to happen. Either I’m going to beat the shit out of you, and make you question why you even got into this business in the first place? Or some kind of cinderella shit is going to go down, and you’ll somehow come out the victory, and the new Invictus Champion. I’m not much of a gambler, but I know the odds are heavily in my favour. It’s something I’ve come to get used to, after spending almost my entire career on the other side. Nobody expected me to make it, hell, I was told on a weekly basis that I was nobody and I’d never break out of the hardcore division. Yet here I stand Pax…
A fifteen time world champion.
There’s more, of there’s many more but I don’t really need to go into that do I? I say the words world champion and people tend to stop listening after that, because they WISH that they had those championships to their names themselves. Just like right now I hold the Invictus Championship, and you WISH that you did. Hell, so did Jayson Matthews, it’s why he asked for a rematch, but here we are, and here rests the title.So, again, tell me how you’re going to take it from me.
Because I don’t believe it for one second.
You have this passive personality, where your buttons don’t seem to get pressed very often. Unless of course, it’s some dumbwit who repeats everything Trump says - but that’s an easy one. I’m in the business of pressing peoples buttons, I like to wind people up, I like to throw them off balance, the thing is….there’s nothing about you worth going into. The only thing to say about you is that there isn’t anything worth saying. It’s pretty sad really. Here you are in the most illustrious wrestling company going, you’ve finally made it to the big time…..and you’re not doing anything at all to stand out. Hell, the league of jobbers, or whatever they’re called nowadays have more personality than you.
Oh but you have a moral compass.
Like Nighthawk, right?
Another boring streak of piss.
I don’t want you to become Nighthawk 2.0 Pax. Dear God, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemies. Living a live like we do? Surrounded by champions, hall of famers, legends, all sorts of characters from across the world….but claiming to be the best, yet never actually doing anything worthwhile. Holy shit, did I just read your future? I certainly hope not. This company is filled with the best talent I’ve ever seen in my time in this business, world class athletes like Cable Arcane, and Andrew Jacobsen. People who defy their nature like Jayson Matthews and even Devlin Raine. Men who have crafted some form of legacy for themselves. I hear you want to make one yourself, well who better to go up against than the man who defines what a legacy should be?
I challenge you to find someone with a greater one than mine.
You won’t, because I excel Pax. I adapt, I evolve. I move with the times, and when new blood comes into this company? I get in the ring with them and mix it up. Teach them, as much as I learn from them in the process. People seem to have this imagine of me atop a golden throne lauding it over everyone like a pompous ass. That’s not me, if anyone, that’s Verona. I’m the guy in the ring, making history. I’m the guy who took on all challengers while holding the Man of Steel Championship. I’m the only person in the history of this company to defend my title twice in one night. I’m the guy who trained a whole generation of superstars to come through the ranks.
I am. The measuring stick.
Come at me bro.
Literally.
Show me that you have some fire, some passion, some character. Show me that you’re not a bland piece of toilet paper. Show me that you want to be somebody. Show me what the Invictus title means to you, because if you don’t Pax? You’ll end up like all the rest. On your knees, looking up, praying to the Blood God.
All.
Bloody.
Hail.
Well howdy there pardner.