Post by Warren Kane on Dec 29, 2018 22:47:52 GMT
(OOC: Here is a list of songs if people would like to play them/listen to them:
"Perfect" by Simple Plan
"Into Oblivion" by Funeral for a Friend
"Hungry Eyes (Cover)" by New Found Glory
"A Million Dreams" from the Greatest Showman)
"Perfect" by Simple Plan
"Into Oblivion" by Funeral for a Friend
"Hungry Eyes (Cover)" by New Found Glory
"A Million Dreams" from the Greatest Showman)
PROLOGUE
Warren had a concussion, that was all he knew. Apart from the fact that it was Uriel who had given it to him. An early Christmas present maybe…..Jayson, Dean, and Max were assuring Warren that he’d be okay, but all Warren wanted to do was sleep…..and dream….
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We open up on a graveyard, there’s no sign of where it’s located, or anything of the sort. We do see Warren Kane, in a plain black hoodie, with the hood up approaching a tombstone that reads:
MICHAEL “SPIKE” KANE.
HERO.
VILLAIN.
THE GOD OF XTREME
Music slowly begins to play in the background as Warren gets closer before the drums and guitars kick in now he’s all in focus. Warren slowly leans against another tall tombstone facing that of Spike, and begins to sing.
“Hey Dad look at me. Think back and talk to me, did I grow up, according to plan?
And do you think I’m wasting my time, doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove….all aloooong.”
Warren thrusts his hands into his pockets, looking down at the floor.
“And now I’m trying, hard to make it, I just….wanna make you….proud.
I’m never gonna be good enough for you, I can’t pretend that I’m alriiiiiiiiight.
AND YOU CAN’T CHANGE ME!”
With a flourish, Warren flings his arms out and spins around, facing towards the camera, with Spike’s Tombstone sitting to the right bold as brass.
“Cause we lost it alll! Nothing lasts forever! I’m sorry I can’t be….perfect.
Now it’s just too late, and we can’t go back I’m sorry I can’t be...perfect.”
The music crashes down just as the rain hits like a ton of bricks. Around Warren ghostly figures come to visit Spike’s grave, all transparent and barely there. Pandora, Astrid, Hope, Dawn, Rob Diamond, Steve Awesome, Bob Pooler, Freya, MGK, Alex Jones, Angel Blake, Andrew Jacobsen, even Dean Harper himself. They all look grim, angry, sad, but Dean has a blank face, before a slight smirk spreads across his face.
“I try not to think about the pain I feel inside, did you know? You. Used to be my hero.
All the days you spent with me? Now seem so far away, and it feels like, you don’t care, anymore….”
He turns to face the Tombstone, as a ghostly figure of Spike Kane stands on the other side, staring sadly back at Warren.
“And now I’m trying, hard to make it, I just….wanna make you….proud.
I’m never gonna be good enough for you, I can’t stand another fiiiiiiiiiight.
AND NOTHING’S ALRIGHT!”
Warren drops to his knees in the pouring rain.
“Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever….I’m sorry….I can’t be….perfect.
Now it’s just too late, and we can’t go back I’m, sorry, I can’t be…..perfect…..”
With an almost angry look on his face, Warren rises to his feet, thrusting a finger in the ghostly figure of Spike’s direction.
“NOTHINGS GONNA CHANGE THE THINGS THAT YOU SAID!
NOTHINGS GONNA MAKE THIS RIIIIGHT AGAIN!
PLEASE DON’T TURN YOUR BACK, I, CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S HARD JUST TO TALK TO YOU!
BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAAAAND!”
The figure slowly begins to fade as the interlude plays. Warren begins punching and kicking the tombstone in time with the music.
“Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever….I’m sorry….I can’t be….perfect.
Now it’s just too late, and we can’t go back I’m, sorry, I can’t be…..perfect…..
Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever….I’m sorry….I can’t be….perfect.
Now it’s just too late, and we can’t go back I’m, sorry, I can’t be…..
Perrrrfeeeeect.”
Anger, and sadness are on display as Warren punches and kicks, tears rolling down his face, as the music dies out.
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First things first, I’m not your Momma, so stop calling me hooker.
This is usually where Jayson would chime in with a “zing” or something like that, but right now I couldn’t give two shits about being funny, or witty, hell….I don’t even care who is labelled as the best tag team in IWF, because in all honesty? That team was, and always will be, InFamous. Rob Diamond and Spike Kane are the reason why there are no tag team championships. Oh sure, there’s been champions since then, but they decimated the tag team division so much that there just wasn’t any competition anymore…
But you beat the Age of Gods, right?
I mean, that’s one half of the undefeated tag team champions, but the fact that they were gearing up for the fight of the year at Night of the Immortals shouldn’t detract from that victory, right? You beat two guys who were going to be fighting for the biggest prize in this industry, what….an hour? Two hours? Later. They lost, you guys won the Tag Team World Cup (Usually a world cup isn’t just a bunch of Americans and one or two Europeans) and then they went on to main event the biggest show this company has ever put on. A show where my father became a two time Imperial Champion…..a show I should have enjoyed, but all I could remember was my own big moment.
After Rob and I (InFamous represent) took on the corruption of Roberto Verona, Jayson and I entered the tournament to become the first, and only, tag team to ever win the Joker in the Pack, and we did. We took on brothers, we took on nCw legends, we took on everyone that was in our way…..and we came out on top.
Two people nobody would give a shot in the dark.
Two people the rest of the roster looked down on.
Two people that weren’t good enough for InFamous.
We shocked the world boys, because we didn’t just win a tag team tournament. We won a tag team tournament that thrust us into the main event. We were the talk of the town, whereas you two? Well….I mean, you had your moment, a moment you deserve - no disputing that fact from me - but that’s all it was…..now instead of working your way up the chain, instead of establishing that tag team dominance?
You hang with the likes of Tyler Jacobs and Trent Helms on the pre show.
Pre-show specialists.
I could sit here and belittle your achievements, say how out of touch you are, how you’re not even the flavour of last month, let alone this month (that’s Rob and Johnny Fuckboy btw - I’m still pissed that he can be Infamous, but me and Jayson can’t. Rob’s a dick sometimes.) but I won’t, because at the core of this little beef you made up?
It’s got fuck all to do with who is the best tag team.
It’s the two of you realising that sitting on your asses, doing nothing but playing cheerleader, waiting on that fence for all the chips to fall? It isn’t working out in your favour. I get it, you have no love for The Pack, but you’ve also got no love for the Age of God and his Clergy. So you figured you’d sit back, and we’d annihilate each other, except things aren’t going that way, are they?
God is dead.
Long live Rowan MacDonnough.
Talk down to me, insult me, insult my entire race - because all white people are the same, eh? - make your little quips….I honestly don’t care. The two of you? You never even appeared on my radar, in the slightest. I figured you were just here to pick up a paycheck, and get your asses on TV. Now though? I mean, I still don’t care, and that isn’t meant to sound as much of an insult as it does, because it has nothing to do with either of you. I was happy to go into that ring with Jayson at my back, and have some fun. Have some good old fashioned Banana Sandwiches shenanigans, and get “revenge” for his sandwich you ruined…..but as talented as you two are? As dangerous as you CAN be? As dangerous as it very well may be for me to dismiss you like this?
I don’t care who the best tag team is.
I don’t care about a ruined sandwich.
All I care about is Uriel Black…..and Dean Harper.
---
Once again we cut to Warren Kane walking through Centralia with a huge smile on his face as music begins to build behind him, keyboards, drums, and then the guitar. Warren is dancing down the corridors, and the “word” begin dancing with him, as a group begins to sing like a choir. Warren is doing that happy kind of dancing, where your hands are in the air and you close your eyes, before he turns to face the camera and sings.
“The daaaaaays I've feeeeelt alone.
And the seeeeaaaa, it briiiiings me baaaaaack again.
So that I can see my wife.
And I can see my child.”
Warren begins to run his hands across the walls, before holding a Thralls face in his hands.
“Home, I'm home, it never changes,
Same old faces, same old places.”
Now he turns and runs through a big set of double doors towards a large room, with a seat….maybe a throne, it’s not obvious, but Warren is spinning around, arms out.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii stared, into Oblivion and found my home.
Iiiiiiiiiiii stared into Oblivion, into oblivioooooooon!”
He rocks out to the music in the middle of the room, Jayson Matthews slowly approaches from another corridor, while Brooklyn Madrox comes from another and Warren grabs them pulling them into the middle of the room smiling broadly.
“Fiiiiind in meeee the home
That yooooouuuu have neeeeeeever known.
Fiiiiiiind in uuuuuus the faith.
The faaaaaaith to briiiing you hoooooome!”
As he spins, he rolls Jayson outwards and Jayson begins dancing along with Warren, as Brooklyn spins around them both.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii stared, into Oblivion and found my home.
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii stared, into Oblivion and found my home.
iiiiiiiiiiiiiii stared, into Oblivion and found my own reflection there!
Reflection there!”
Slowly Warren begins to lower down, and both Jayson and Brooklyn copiy him.
“Home. Now that I'm coming home,
Will you be the same as when I saw you last?
Tell me how much time has passed?
Home. Now that I'm coming home,
Will you be the same as when I saw you last?
Tell me how much time has passed?
HOME! NOW THAT i’M COMING HOME!
WILL YOU BE THEEEEE SAME AS WHEN I SAW YOU LAST!?
TELL ME HOW MUCH TIME HAS PASSED!”
With a flourish, Warren springs up to his feet, the other two in time with him, as the room begins to fill with dancing Thralls, they all look the same, dressed the same, indistinguishable.
IIIIIIIII stared into oblivion (and found my home).
IIIIIIIIII stared into oblivion (and found my home).
IIIIIII stared into oblivion (and found my home).
IIIIII stared into oblivion and found my own reflection there!”
Warren finishes with his arms outstretched on one knee, as Jayson pulls off an incredibly stunning splits behind him, while Brooklyn stands between them with her arms folded like a bad ass, they breath deep as the music fades and the Thrall begins to leave the room.
---
There is something that can be said about conviction. It can drive people on, push them further than they ever thought capable of, and it can give people a never say die mentality. Never back down, never give up, no surrender…..death is better than losing.
Oracle and Uriel, you have conviction stronger than most people who have ever walked this earth. I believe you’re belief, the strength in your faith is stronger than the very apostles who followed another son of God….Jesus Christ. You would never deny him, you would never betray him….you would die for him.
Funny choice of words, given what happened to his last most devoted follower….
I don’t care for your mind games, I don’t care for your tricks. I straight up don’t give a flying fuck about Oracle, not even in the slightest. You walk into this company, professing your truths, your gospel, your John three six-
No.
I’m not doing that, I’m joking, of course.
You sided with the false idol, and soon after Michael passed, Uriel showed up to bolster the ranks, but you don’t seem to understand it. We do not call ourselves The Pack to be humorous, we do not call each other family to make the people in the crowd, or at home, feel all warm and fuzzy. We outnumber you boys…..we always have, because we?
WE.
ARE.
LEGION.
For we are many.
A full frontal attack would never have worked, the idiots that run rife through this company would have banded together, young, naive, old, stupid….they would have believed they were doing the right thing. Fighting the evil doers, siding with God…
A God who does nothing to end world hunger.
A God who sits idly by as war ravages the earth.
A God who ignores the prayers of those who suffer, those who are brutalised, raped, ostracised, discriminated against….
A God, who abandoned humanity long….looooong ago.
Free will is a funny thing, don’t you think? A gift, not from God mind you. Or did you forget that? It was never in his plan, ever….it’s the reason the Morning Star fell in the first place...that was the last thing God ever did “for us” for the “good of mankind”
Everything happens for a reason, right?
Isn’t that what you blinded, ignorant, bigoted fucks say when things don’t go your way? Oh…”he works in mysterious ways” whenever you can’t explain shit. Like, just as an example…
WHY THE FUCK IS GOD IN IWF WRESTLING FOR CHAMPIONSHIPS INSTEAD OF ROUTING OUT THE CORRUPTION OF MANKIND!?
Just a little pet peeve I have.
You follow, blindly, ignorant, your heads buried in the sand. You come in here, and you try to crush everything beneath your boot heels, but we just don’t quit do we? Uriel…..you’ve beat ten shades of shit out of me on several occasions, but I get back up….don’t I? I don’t stop, I don’t give in….take in your own image, it’s fucking intimidating, you’re a Grade A psycho, who has the strength to back up his psychosis…...but I’m still here.
I am Warren FUCKING Kane…
I never back down from a fight.
I never give up on my goals.
And I never abandon my friends or family.
You have something of mine, as “mine” as he ever could be. You have something I care deeply about, in fact, you have something I care more about than anything in this entire world. You have your God, you have your faith…
My faith?
Is Dean Harper.
You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t talked too much about either of you, and there’s a good reason for this. You see, as people? You barely exist. You’re defined by your devotion, defined by your faith, you’re one dimensional….and God is dead, did you not get the memo?
God lost.
We won.
It’s time to put those flaming swords down boys, and either join us….or die.
You see, I love Rowan MacDonnough, I believe in Rowan MacDonnough. She has never used me, she has never lied to me, she has never hidden any truth from me that I have asked for. She showed me the way, she gave me a home, she gave me a family, and I would do anything for her…...so listen carefully when I say this.
I care not for this match.
I do not give two fucks about you, or The Saints…
I want Dean Harper back.
I will go to any lengths to get him back. I’ve lost him once already, I’ve lost a brother, I’ve lost my father….I WILL NOT lose him again….so I’m coming for you Uriel, you specifically. Jayson understands, he knows what my mindset is, he knows what my game plan is….crush you, destroy you, and bring Dean Harper home….
It’s time to open your eyes boys, it’s time to face the truth, forget the rhetoric, forget the speeches….nobody listens, nobody cares…
I’d sing this to you if I didn’t want to murder your face but….here we go…
“Before the truth will set you free, it’ll piss you off.
Before you find a place to be, you’re gonna lose the plot.
Too late, to tell you know.
One ear, and right out the other one.
‘Cause all you ever do, is chant the, same old.
Mantra.”
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We cut once more to Warren Kane. This time Warren is wearing just his wrestling shorts/pants/main event panties, whatever you want to call them. Dean Harper walks in, as guitars begin to play and Warren looks Dean up and down hungrily, Warren is on his bed, on all fours grinning at Dean as he begins to sing.
“I've been meaning to tell ya...
I've got this feelin' that wooooooon't subside
I look at you and I….. fantasiiiiiize
You're mine tonight!
Now I've, got you iiiiiin my siiiiights”
Warren almost leaps off the bed, as Dean smirks. Warren slowly, seductively advances on Dean.
“With theeeeese hungry eyes
One look at you and I caaaaan't disguise
I've got …..hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and IIIIIAYEAYEAYE.”
Warren abruptly turns his back on Dean, and begins to walk, one foot in front of the other, back towards the bed, shaking his ass as he does.
“I wanna hold you so heeeeear me ooooout
I wanna show you what love's all about
Darlin' toniiiiiiight
Now I've, got you iiiin my siiiiights”
He spins around once he gets to the bed, sitting on it, and spreading his arms across the bed while leaning back, once again eyeing Dean up and down.
“With theeeeeese hungry eyes
One look at you and I caaaaaan't disguise
I've got, hungry eyes
I feel the magic betweeeeen you and I
I've got hungry eyes
Now I've got you in my siiiiiiights
With those hungry eyes
Now did I take you byyyyy surpriiiiiiiiiiiise”
Warren does a backwards roll onto the bed, back onto all fours, throwing himself around like he was in Flashdance, or something….Dean slowly begins to approach the bed.
“I need you to seeeeeeeeee!
This love was meant to be!
Dean leans in and Warren grabs him, pulling him onto the bed and wrapping his legs around him, never breaking from the song.
“With theeeeeese hungry eyes
One look at you and I caaaaaan't disguise
I've got, hungry eyes
I feel the magic betweeeeen you and I
I've got, hungry eyes
Now I've got you in my siiiiiiights
With those hungry eyes
Now did I take you byyyyy surpriiiiiiiiiiiise”
Warrens words become less clear towards the end as Dean begins to kiss his neck and run his hand through Warrens hair. Warrens eyes roll back, before the music dies down and we cut away.
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EPILOGUE.
EPILOGUE.
Warren wakes up, in a bit of a cold sweat. Dean isn’t around, neither is Jayson, nor Max, nor Brooklyn, not even Caleb is there. Warren sits up, concern spreading across his face. He removes the thin blanket over him and begins to head out of the room, it is only then that he sees a line of Thrall heading towards the room we saw earlier, a room where Rowan MacDonnough stands in front of the chair that may or may not be a throne. Warren is confused, piano music is coming from somewhere as Rowan begins to sing….
“I close my eyes and I can see, a world that’s waiting up for me.
That I call my own
Through the dark, through the door, through where no one's been before
But it feels like home.”
She lifts her arms up, and the rest of the Pack begin to appear from behind her, Dean, Caleb and Jayson on one side, Brooklyn and Max on the other.
“They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy
They can say, they can say I've lost my mind
I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy
We can live in a world that we design!”
Now the members of the Pack in-front of this chair that may or may not be a throne, are almost like they’re on stage, as the dance around their leader.
“'Cause every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake”
Behind Rowan, it almost looks like a screen is showing the world in flames. Famous landmarks laying destroyed or burning, Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, The Sydney Opera House, The Washington Monument, the Statue of Liberty, the Pyramids of Giza....
“I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make”
The Thrall are either watching or dancing along, as now the Pack have streamers on stages and are jumping around, flinging them to and fro.
“There's a house we can build
Every room inside is filled
With things from far away
The special things I compile
Each one there to make you smile
On a rainy day”
As Rowan sings, she touches the face of each member of the pack, implying that they are the things from far away, or the special things she has compiled.
“They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy
They can say, they can say we've lost our minds
I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy
Runaway to a world that we design”
Warren wants to join them, he wants to be there with Rowan, but something is pulling him back…..the signing continues in the background as Warren turns to look at the door he came through, illuminated in light and a shadow there.
“Every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make”
As Warren approaches the figure he realises that it is his father, Spike Kane. Even more confused, the singing and dancing almost becomes a distant blur behind him, but it continues. Spike greats him with a sad smile, and Warren fights back tears.
Spike: You need to wake up son…
Warren: This…..this isn’t real?
Spike smirks, and nods to behind his son.
Spike: ….Rowan MacDonnough is singing son, that should be a clue.
Warren looks back and the blurry all dancing, all singing Pack become clear, and now it’s Dean singing.
“However big, however small
Let me be part of it all
Share your dreams with me
You may be right, you may be wrong
But say that you'll bring me along
To the world you see
To the world I close my eyes to see
I close my eyes to see”
Warren: So all of this….?
Spike: It’s how you’re trying to process your feelings, compensate for the state your mind is in. You’re torn, you’re emotional…..it’s a Kane curse, but Warren….you need to move on. You need to live your life, however you see fit. I can’t, or won’t judge you…..I just want you to be happy….I love you Warren, I always have...”
And with that sad smile, once again…..Spike slowly disappears. Warren turns to look once more at his family, singing, dancing…..happy.
“Every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
A million dreams, a million dreams
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
For the world we're gonna make”
With a sad look at the floor, Warren turns away and heads in the direction Spike was standing, wiping tears from his eyes…..and we slowly fade.