Immortal [world title rp]

[Ghost Spike]

Maybe in another life

I could find you there

Pulled away before your time

I can't deal, it's so unfair

From the bottom of my heart, deep down inside, I think I can honestly say...I don’t think there will ever be a match like this again in this business, and definitely in this company. Two icons, two legends, two warriors with decades of destruction behind them colliding on the biggest night of them all. It isn’t just about who is better, it isn’t just about who wants it more….it’s about the IWF World Championship. It’s about what it means to us, it’s about what we are willing to do to be the one person who gets to claim the right of being that man. This past year, I’ve had some fair shots at becoming that champion, and I squandered them away. I went through this….period of trying to be a “better” man, and professionally? It cost me. But I found my way, I found who I am, I found my path, because it’s always been my path…

...and it leads right to the IWF World Championship.

No disrespect to Andrew Jacobsen, and I mean that, but this isn’t just any world title match. This is Night of the fucking Immortals. This is THE main event match of the biggest show of the year. The time, effort, pain…..just everything that went into this? Earning this spot? EARNING this chance? I didn’t just waltz out to the ring and demand a shot, I didn’t goad someone over twitter, I didn’t gladhand some brass backstage….I walked into the Roulette, with my own title on the line, and I outlasted from the very beginning. Number two, starting off the match with Nighthawk….a man who everyone respected for such an accolade….where’s my respect!? I started that match with him, with a bullseye on my back, and not a single soul would give me the credit I’m due, the respect I deserve…..but they’ll see, they all will….because this is the End Game. This is the final battle between absolute legends of this business, men who have ascended, names that will live on forever.

…..and I will walk out the IWF World Champion, at Night of Immortals.

Or die trying.

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THEN

It’d been months since Michael had left, Spike had slowly adjusted to life without him and things had gone rather well, he’d fallen madly in love with Pandora Freeman and the feelings were seemingly being returned. Spike was sat in his office working on some paperwork, when one of the TV screens in the hall caught his attention, on it was the face of Angel Blake. He got up and went out into the hall to speak to the students watching the screen.

Spike: Hey, ‘sup? What you guys watching?

Student: Oh, it’s this “Angel” section on the IWF Network? They like collected some promos and matches from before and since his return and made it into a kinda like documentary type thing?

Spike: Are you asking me or telling me?

Student: …..what?

Spike: Go run circuits…

The kid huffed as he pushed the remote down and stormed off, rolling into first position. His friend, clearly feeling sorry for him followed suit. Spike stared at the screen, the footage of Angel Blake, a man he knew oh so well. Something seemed off, something was…...different. He sat down and began to watch the series, time flowed by, seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours, the sun set and the last student left the hall. There were no lights on, just the glow from the TV screen as Spike seemed to come to some recollection.

Spike: Holy shit…..it’s actually him….he’s not lying.

He lowered his head and began to rub his forehead, in an almost panicked way.

‘Oh man, Michael needs to know….I need to tell him, how can I tell him, not like I can phone him. I need to talk to Michael…’

“Hello Michael”

The TV screen had changed to that reflection of Spike once more, and Spike almost laughed in disbelief.

Spike: How did you know!?

“I heard you praying.”

Spike: That’s crazy…

“What do you need to tell me Michael?”

Spike hesiated, he rubbed his hand over his mouth, then both hands through his hair.

Spike: I know where he is…..

He points at the other screen, that has a close up of the face of Angel Blake….and we fade.

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And it feels

And it feels like

Heaven's so far away

And it feels

Yeah, it feels like

The world has grown cold

Now that you've gone away

I have waited for this moment for a longer time than most could even process. A time for answers, a time for explanations, and a time for grievances to be aired. Make no mistake father, I will stand beside you in the coming battles against the Horde. I love you father, I always have, and I always will….but this? This is our chance to clear the air. This is our chance to get everything out into the open, and deal with it all. Deal with everything we’ve been carrying for eons.

Like how you made me fight my own brother.

I know exactly how that feels.

My brother spoke out against you, about your perfect creation….humanity. He exposed their flaws, showed you how dark their true nature was….and in response? Instead of thanking him, instead of rewarding him….you cast him out. No warnings, no second chances, straight to the banishment. So Lucy did what any scorned child would do, grew resentful, twisted, and harboured those dark thoughts….til it manifested in his true corruption of humanity, turning them against you. Turning Hell into his own kingdom rather than a prison, turning the heavens into a battlefield…

Turning brother against brother.

I stood by you, as I always do, for as much as I love my brother….you are my father. You are God. You’re meant to be infallible. You’re meant to have all the answers, and know what you’re doing, but when the dust settled? When I lead the almighty heavens of army in your name? When I struck my brother down!? 

….you left.

You didn’t just leave me, you left all of us. You left heaven, you left your children, the heavenly hosts, but most confusing to me of all? You left humanity. You abandoned them, and in the wake of that, all that blossomed was anger, hate, darkness…..wars have been fought throughout their history, people are persecuted for a plethora of reasons. Many wars have been fought in your name….your very name, but nobody knew where you were. Nobody understood, was this a test? Had we failed? Had you abandoned this plane of existence? What were we to do?

So I ruled in your absence.

Heavy weighs the crown, and all that.

I tried to pick up the slack that you left behind father. Do you know how hard it is to care for a race of beings that you had to fight your own family because of? Do you have any idea how painful it is to see everything he said about them come true, and realise….that maybe, just maybe, you should have sided with him? I don’t mean to say I would have fought for him, no….I mean more in the sense of spoken to you with him. Supported his claims, perhaps we could have avoided all of this, avoided the terrible state this world has been in ever since, avoid the schism….

Perhaps then you wouldn’t have disappeared?

This match is for more than the prize that Spike covets, this gives me the chance to get all of this out father. It gives me the chance to cleanse myself. There is another war brewing, perhaps even an apocalypse, and we need to be on the same page. So you need to know, as much as Spike will be fighting for what he believes his last ever chance at this prize, I will be fighting to drive my points home to you. To make you realize what you have done to your children, everything, from the moment you chose humanity over us, to the moment to cast out Lucifer, to the moment we went to war, to the very moment you left us.

This will be a therapy session of almighty proportions.

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NOW

We open up once more on the home of Spike, Astrid, and Pandora. Spike Kane is sat cross-legged in the middle of the ring, his hands are faced palm down and his eyes closed as a conversation took place within the vessel.

“Michael, you must know, what you’re doing? Everyone in heaven appreciates it.”

Spike: That’s well and good, but I made a promise to you and in return for keeping that promise you’re going to help me keep my promise to my son.

“This will be no easy task, I assure you.”

Spike: I’m aware.

“Michael….I….I wanted you to know. When, the um….when the time comes. I’ve arranged for you to be placed in heaven….”

Outside the mind, Spike Kane smirks.

Spike: I don’t want to go to heaven, I want to go to Valhalla!

Without realising it, Spike had spoken out loud, and it just happened to be as Astrid, Pandora, and Freya all walked into the room.

Astrid: I’m certain I shall see you there!

Spike opened his eyes to see the huge smile on Astrid’s face. Pandora was supporting her, whether she needed it or not, and Freya was a tad withdrawn but smiling.

Pandora: We thought we’d come and chat, have a little well wishing party before the big night.

Astrid: It is a big night for our family, no?

Spike turned and smiled as he climbed to his feet, helping Pandora and Astrid into the ring, Freya had come around the side and rolled in herself.

Dawn: The fucking biggest ever!

Everyone turned to look at Dawn who had walked into the school, arms outstretched mouth wide. Everyone laughed as she jogged and rolled into the ring. They all began to hug and cuddle.

Pandora: We’re going to have two world champions in this family after Night of the Immortals.

Spike: Not to mention a future world champion!

He said as he placed a hand on Astrid’s stomach, she cocked an eyebrow at him, then kissed him on the cheek. They all began to laugh and talk, but the talking began to feel...distorted, almost as if it was underwater, or maybe far away….and as we realise the camera pulls back and the room is surrounded by blackness. The camera pulls back more, quicker, and we see Spike Kane, sitting in the middle of the ring, in his wrestling school, cross legged, at rest…..for a moment, the silhouette of large angelic wings spreads across the apron behind him, and we fade.

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I reach to the sky

And call out your name

Oh please let me trade

I would

Ever since we both ended up in nCw, people picked sides between us. Factions made their allegiances, either public, or private….everyone knew who had what side in a battle they hoped and prayed for. A battle that, to be pretty blunt….would have been overlooked there, as much as it was on that fateful night the doors to nCw closed. We locked horns, properly, in the Dragon’s Den. We took the honour of being each others last ever nCw opponent. Even though we hadn’t really gone toe to toe like so many others had, there was still that rivalry there. Something inside us both, we recognized each other. We saw a kindred spirit, someone who could rise above all the chaff, someone who could ascend to another level….and look at us now.

The Age of Gods.

Two men, who by all rights? Probably should have retired by now. As much as I love proving all the younger guys wrong, and ruining their fun? People like us? People who have been through what we’ve been through? They don’t tend to last, they don’t tend to become the icons that we have. They burn too brightly and burn out…..but that isn’t you or me. We will never burn out, we will never fade away. We’ve become something very few people in this business ever get to…..we’ve become the very thing man has been chasing for it’s entire existence.

Immortal.

Long after we’re gone, people will still remember us. They will talk about our legendary title reigns, they will fondly remember our match of the year candidates. They will use us as examples to teach the next generation, and our legacy will live on with them. Do you know which will be the stand out performance Blake? Do you know what match they’ll bring up every time they teach our art? It will be this one….Angel Blake versus Spike Kane, God versus Saint Michael, Night of the Immortals…..FIVE! For the IWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! They don’t get much bigger than this old friend. There is no match IWF could put together that could ever live up to this hype, to this standard, to this pedigree. We have defined a generation, and influenced at least one more. We have ridden the waves through fad after fad, and we still remain, we still prevail, we fucking thrive…...and as far as I’m concerned?

It has all lead to this moment.

Everything I’ve done. Debuting in WDW, leaving to join WDWF, flying to the states to join EBCWF, opening XwF, co-branding with XWA, selling the rights and joining XHF….nCw….and IWF, even Combat….every single moment of it, has lead to this moment, to this match. This is a match that will define the victor. A match that will live on in infamy, two IWF and nCw hall of famers colliding in Night of the Immortals main event for the top prize…..and it is going to be a bloodbath.

Let’s not mince words here.

We’re both famous for being a certain breed of wrestler, we fight a certain style, and we cause a hell of a lot of carnage. Despite the fact we see eye to eye, despite the fact that we’re on the same page, despite the fact that….win or lose? The Age of Gods is ride or die…..we are going to beat ten holy shades of shit out of each other. We’re going to make each other earn the right to walk out of that match with their hand held high. We’re going to fight as if we hate each other, because THAT is how much that championship you hold means, and not just to me, to you….and to anyone who really matters in this business. The goal in this life, is to hold that belt….and I swore to my son that I would do it….

I promised him.

Do you understand that? You know what is going on, you know more than anybody. You KNOW what is going on with me, and you know for a fact that this is the last chance I will ever get to fulfill that promise. To become the world champion, and in a fashion that I could never have even had the courage to dare wish for. To win the roulette, to go from the beginning all the way to the end. To face my longest serving rival, a peer, an equal, on the grandest stage…..it’s almost poetic, almost more than I deserve. Fuck it, as a person, it’s more than I deserve...but as a wrestler? I deserve every single moment of it. I deserve this match, I deserve the prestige about it, I deserved to main event Night of the Immortals, and I deserve to be world champion. So when the dust settles Blake? You’ll know that I’ll leave it all in the ring, what happens in the match, stays in the match. I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine, the Age of Gods will march on…

But in that match?

I’m going to give you the battle of your life. I’m going to push you further than you’ve ever been pushed - and myself in the process. It’s going to be a match for the ages, it’s going to damn near kill the two of us, because that is what it is going to take, that is how much this means, and that is what I am prepared to do….

To become the World Champion.