Post by Ghost Spike on Jul 29, 2018 13:28:09 GMT
Legacy.
When I started out in this business, I had one goal in mind: to be remembered. I fought through years of diversity, being told that I couldn't do this, or that I wasn't big enough for that, or I wasn't skilled enough to hang with the big boys. I've made a career out of proving those people wrong. I've made a career out of making sure people know my name, I've made a career out of the simple notion of one thing…. Being remembered, and one way to cement that? One way to make sure that when people talk about this business? When they talk about the greats…. To make sure that your name is not just in that conversation, but the first name in it…
Is a legacy.
Everywhere I've been, I've made a name for myself. Everywhere I've been I've worked longer, harder, and faster than anyone else on that roster. I've adapted, I've evolved, and I've moved with the times. All those people who told me what I couldn't do? All those naysayers who put me down? The very people who tried politicking backstage because they couldn't handle the fact that I was at the top of the food chain?
Where the fuck are they now?
I'm still here. I'm still going. I'm still working harder, faster, and longer than anybody else in the game. I'm still on top, and whether you like me or hate my guts you have to admit that fact, and admit that as a World Champion? I lead by example. Not once have I ever put someone in a position I'd never expect to be in myself, not once have I made an opponent work for a match that I didn't already work for myself, because as hard to swallow pills go? The likes of Boyscout Jacobsen, The Godammed Nighthawk, all the way back to the likes of Davey Ortega, Lance Ryan, AJ Phoenix, MGK, Mongo the Destroyer, Kevin Hardaway and of course…
Brad fucking Kane.
The hardest pill you've all ever had to swallow is this simple fact: I deserve this. I've worked so hard to get back to this point. Put up with the bureaucracy, skipped through the hoops the brass laid out before me, took every single match they gave me. I even made the Man of Steel title worth something after that piece of shit raping gypsy tarnished it beyond recognition. I've won every active singles championship in this company, and Infamous? We went out as reigning tag champions - because nobody could touch us, except ourselves. Nobody has ever been able to stop Spike Kane.
Just when they think they have?
I come back twice as hard, and twice as mean.
Think about that for a second. When Andrew Jacobsen was at his lowest, what did he do? He fucked off to Japan, because he was too much of a coward to come back and hold his head up high. Accept his defeats, and EARN his spot back. Nah, but he’s the hero, right? Nuh-uh. Not in this story, because this story is about me. This story is about Spike Kane, how some scruffy little kid from Ireland, raised in an orphanage in England, living in the streets, street fighting for a biker gang and somehow.. SOMEWAY! Finding himself wrestling in a backyard and being spotted by a talent scout, has grown over two decades to become the phenomenon you see before you.
To become the greatest professional wrestler this world has ever, or will ever see again.
My legacy will live on longer than I will. My matches will be taught in wrestling schools all over the planet, as will my promos. People will look up to me, for the things I've done, for the doors I've opened to countless self entitled pieces of shit, and they'll remember, every single time that there was a pretender to the throne? When they got in the ring with Spike Kane?
They were humbled.
I have an ego the size of a planet, but take a look behind me. Take a long fucking look… That is sixteen world championships. Forget the rest, forget the countless tag titles, US titles, hardcore titles… There are too many to go into detail. Focus on that number, sixteen. I am a sixteen time world heavyweight champion, and how many of you piss poor, salty little fucks on this roster have never even held one? Yeah, you hate me, because I'm great. You hate me because your jealous, you hate me because I'm better than you. You hate me, because you can't keep up. While I'm rising to the top, again, and again, and again, you're having to reinvent yourselves with shitty staid to DVD movies, streaming video games, leaving to find weaker competition elsewhere, or just straight up becoming a comedy act.
That is why this is my story.
That is why I thrive in diversity.
That is why I'm the hero of this story.
I am Spike Kane, the God of Xtreme, the Blood God, InFamous, The Emperor, the World Fucking Champion.
I am never going to stop, until I run this body into the ground, and even then… It Is going to take something, or someone pretty fucking special to put me down…
I see you Dean Harper.
Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough.
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Spike sat in his bedroom, hunched over at the bottom of the bed. It hadn’t been long since he got home, everyone was freaking out. From the brass at work, to his family at home, but he couldn’t focus on any of that. Why? Because inside every single part of him was in pain.
Spike: I….I can’t do this…..I need to stop.
A pale blue light surrounds Spike, as the shadow of large angelic wings spreads across the bed behind him.
“We had a deal.”
Spike’s head snaps to the right as the voice of Michael comes from him.
Spike: A deal I honoured. I fought against The Pack, I went to war for God, I held up my end of the bargain.
Each time his voice changed, his head would snap from the left to the right.
“The deal we struck was that I would elongate your lifespan, on the proviso that you ended the rise of the Horde.”
Now he sulked, looking down at the floor, before wiping a hand through his hair pushing it back down his neck.
Spike: I should be dead already, at least twice over….
“I told you I would keep the cancer at bay.”
Spike: But at what cost? I feel like I’m ninety years old!
The arguement almost looks comedic as Spike’s head snaps about, the camera pans to the side, and this time we see the full reflection of Spike in the mirror, a dim light around his head, and huge feathered wings sticking out from his back….Michael, and he does not look happy.
“This war is far from over, and God requires your assistance.”
Now Spike himself looks angry.
Spike: It’s always about him! Always about what he wants, or needs. What about me? What about my family? Don’t you think them watching me run myself into the ground is killing them!?
“Yes, but….you are fighting for a noble cause. A cause they too should be fighting for. To save this world from the rise of the Horde. To save this world, from the end of days.”
Now Spike rises to his feet, throwing one of his elbow pads at the mirror.
Spike: WE LOSE! OKAY! NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, WE LOSE!
“.....”
Spike: Hope….she, she saw what happens when we lose. She saw this end of days, and she suffered. She had to struggle without her Dad because of this fucking war!
“Her arrival has rather displeased father.”
Spike: Good! Because never in my life did I think I’d be in this situation, hoping, and praying that my daughter from the future could come back in time to save the world. I mean seriously, what the fuck!? I’m just a wrestler….
“No. You are not. You are my vessel Michael, you are my sword.”
His shoulders drop as he looks into the mirror.
Spike: Then why am I dying?
The words linger in the air for a few moments, and then a few more to the point where it just seems awkward, and Spike begins to feel like he’s talking to himself and losing his mind. When suddenly the pale blue glow illuminates him once more and he levitates just a few inches off the floor.
Spike: Wha-AAARRRHHH!!!
Almost as if a bolt of lightning hit him, Spike drops to a knee, landing in what some would call the “super hero pose” and slowly rising back to his feet. The pain in his ribs is gone, the pain in his kidneys is gone…
“Now, my vessell. Fulfill your promise, for me ride to war!”
Spike glares at the mirror, a grim look of resolution on his face, before he snarls and cracks his knuckles.
Spike: ….all bloody hail.
And we fade away.
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I look at you Dean Harper, and I see an awful lot of similarities. You remind me of myself, when I was much younger of course. The way you approach this business, your take no prisoners attitude….I mean, despite the fact that you do actually take prisoners….but that’s a whole other kettle of fish. I look at you Dean Harper, and I see potential….
There are many people in this business who look past people like us.
Many who just shrug us off, they don’t realise that the events of our lives make us tougher, stronger, more resilient, and a never say die attitude. We don’t give up, we don’t back down, because life's trials and tribulations have made us that way. I look at you Dean Harper, and I see the next Spike Kane. Someone who enjoys getting into that ring and putting on one hell of a show, and no, I don’t mean in the way Andrew or Nighthawk would….I mean the full theatrical aspects. The blood, the carnage, the violence, holding that crowd in the palm of your hand and making them react exactly how you want to. I see that in you Dean Harper…
I also see a self entitled piece of shit.
The kind of man who jumps behind his keyboard to defend some poor social justice warrior in over their head, or -Angel forbid- someone like Gillmen or Steve puts their foot in it. Yet, at the very same time, kidnaps young girls, tortures them, and brain washes them. So which is it Dean, are you the hero, or the monster? We both know you can’t be both, hell you’ve spent enough time in the past telling me as much. I can’t be the kind soul out of the ring, and the monster inside, right?
Pot. Kettle. Shut the fuck up.
I’ve come across many people like you in my time Dean, so much so that it forces you to make a snap decision about somebody. I didn’t give a crap about The Pack, I couldn’t care less who tries to rise to power in IWF, because I know I’ll always come out on top. However, you decided to make it personal, and you sent my son out to fight me. You knew exactly what you were doing, and can you blame me for thinking my son could have been brain washed? It’s not like he doesn’t have a precedent...Judas Alliah, Eternity….and now Dean Harper.
I wanted to rip your throat out.
Funny thing is, I reckon the closer you’ve gotten to Warren? The more you want to rip mine out, because I fucked up, big time. I’m a terrible father, and I’ve never made any excuse. I used Warren to send a message, just like you did when you sent him out to fight me. Ever since, I’ve tried to reach out to him, I tried to find him when Eternity kidnapped him….everyone else just said they were, Andrew? Nah, he didn’t care. He just wanted to beat me and take my title, funny….life goes in circles doesn’t it? I’ll give that Shea girl credit, she cared, she looked for him….and how did Warren return that favour?
He couldn’t care less.
So let’s cut the shit Dean. None of us are innocent, it’s almost impossible to be innocent in this business. Either everyone dips their toes into the dark side every now and then, or they’re just as at fault as anyone else for standing idly by. Where are the heroes of IWF Dean? Why haven’t they tried to put an end to this war? Why haven’t they got involved? Because deep down, nobody cares. They’re only out for themselves, and when things don’t swing their way? They’ll be right out that door…..
You’ve yet to face that test haven’t you?
I mean, for a green as fuck rookie? You’ve had an outstanding year. I couldn’t fault it, you’ve made a name for yourself at the expense of others. You’ve risen up the ranks, from an Heir to the Throne contender, to the Man of Steel, to the Joker in the Pack. It deserves commending Dean, as much as I want to break your face? You deserve the accolades, you deserve the respect….so remember that when we lock up at Lineage. I’m not underestimating you, not this time, not anymore. I know what you’re capable of, I know what lengths you’re willing to go to, but I also know something else Deano.
How to make you bleed.
And when we step into MY creation? MY brainchild? My sweet sweet Dragon’s Den? The options open up a thousandfold, and what in reality is a ring surrounded by steel? Becomes the playground of the God of Xtreme. I’ve gone to war in that structure with some of the biggest names to ever grace this business, and now…..now here you stand. I get why you wanted it Dean, you don’t want to just beat me, you want to break me, you want to humble me in front of the entire world, and I’m just left thinking…..why?
What did I ever do to you to incur such wrath?
Is it because I stole Xavier Cross from your home?
Is it because I didn’t roll over and let you take over IWF?
Is it because I aligned with God himself to prevent your rise?
Or is it because deep down, you know Warren still cares for me?
The answer doesn’t matter really does it Dean? Because we both know what’s going to go down at Lineage. We’re going to stpe foot in the most violent, despicable structure in the history of this business, and we’re going to go to war for the World Championship. The symbol of power, the icon of the elite. You hold this belt, and everyone around the world knows….you’re the best. You crave it, don’t you Dean? You spend so much time in the shadows of Rowan, but everyone knows you’re the powerhouse pulling all the strings. You’re the one who keeps the “family” together, happy, placid, you’re the one who ropes in the new recruits. There’s quite a polarizing view when you look at the both of us and our roles within our armies, don’t you think?
We don’t tend to posture….we just go to war.
We’re the foot soldiers who get shit done, and I’ve never really been one to follow anybody, but how can you deny God himself? How can you have the chance to vent all that frustration, everything bad that has ever happened to you in your life, everything you blame HIM for, to his face? Night of the Immortals will live on in infamy for the day that Spike Kane defeated God to become the world champion, but it’s only the prequel to the real war. It’s only the beginning compared to what is going to happen in the Dragon’s Den, and Dean Harper….I promise you this, you are in for the hardest, longest, and most violent night of your life. Are you excited? Because I am, I haven’t looked forward to a match like this, other than facing Angel, in years.
Why?
Because either my legacy is solidified, or yours begins.
There aren’t many nights like this in our line of work Dean, so embrace it, soak it in, and enjoy your moment in the spotlight, because when that bell rings, you’re going to wish you’d never stepped foot in IWF to begin with. As for me? I’m under no illusions, I know this is going to be the hardest battle I’ve fought in a long time. You’re younger than me, you’ve got youth on your side. You’re stupider than me, in the sense of….I’ve learned what risks are worth taking, you haven’t. There’s no caution to the wind, just full pelt, pedal to the metal, and it’s going to be an absolute bloodbath, like the days of old.
We’re going to war Dean Harper.
I expect your best, because it’s what I’ll be bringing.
And when you realise that you didn’t have what it took to beat me in the Dragons Den? When you finally drop to your knees and ALL BLOODY HAIL! I’ll look upon you Dean, a new pretender to the throne, and ask of you one simple favour.
Look after my son.....
Well howdy there pardner.