Post by Warren Kane on Mar 14, 2019 6:10:55 GMT
Brad, Spike, Freya, Christian, Christopher, Dawn, all synonymous with wrestling, with greatness, with pride, and most of all? Victory. The Kane family name stretches through this business, through many different federations but….of course, finds its most prominent home in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. A place now home to only two of us….
I have no ill will towards my sister, I barely know her. I know she has a foul fucking mouth, and can really do some damage in that ring, so I know the old man wouldn’t even need a DNA test for proof….but me? I have nothing to bond with Dawn over, other than the fact we’ve both lost both of our parents….and we tend to vent our frustrations either in the ring, or in the bedroom.
I mean, I’m guessing a bit there…..maybe.
Then of course there is my other…...sister, I guess….
Eternity.
The first woman to ever take me into her life, her world, and treat me like I deserved love. Treat me like someone who was worthy of being loved, and not someone's pawn, not someone's toy to be played with and thrown away once they were bored….she took me, and I don’t even remember if it was against my will or not….but what I do know is that she helped make me the person I am today because over everything else?
She broke Judas Alliah’s brainwashing.
For the first time in Lord knows how long, I could be myself again.
Imagine that feeling, imagine that you’ve been watching the world through two windows, two windows that happen to be your own eyes, but you have absolutely no control over what you do or what you see, and then someone comes along and gives you that control, gives you that freedom, the option to do whatever you want…
Take that feeling, and amplify it a thousandfold and you’ll understand how I feel about Dean Harper.
You’ll understand how I feel about The Pack.
Rowan gave me a home, she gave me a family, and she gave me a crusade. I fought for that crusade, however poorly I might have done, I was, and still am, loyal. I stood by her side when she was at her worse, and I’ll stand by her while she’s atop the world. Not because I’m some lapdog, not because I’m a puppet, not because she holds anything over me - because she doesn’t, no….I’ll be there, alongside my Pack brothers and sisters because we are a family, and I think people are starting to realise that…
Why else would Jayson stay?
Why else would that cuntwaffle bring his family?
To feel included, to feel a part of something, something much greater than any of us, IWF has never, and never will be inclusive. It’s roots forever stemmed in the cesspit of hatred that was nCw, a land of intolerance, replaced with the world The Pack has brought you. A land full of equality, a land where the women's world championship can main event a pay per view other than Diamonds Are Forever, a land where God himself can fall and become nothing more than the so-called filth he fought against. He called us the Horde, and do you know why?
Because we are many.
We are Legion.
….and we’re only growing in numbers.
I have no ill will towards my sister, I barely know her. I know she has a foul fucking mouth, and can really do some damage in that ring, so I know the old man wouldn’t even need a DNA test for proof….but me? I have nothing to bond with Dawn over, other than the fact we’ve both lost both of our parents….and we tend to vent our frustrations either in the ring, or in the bedroom.
I mean, I’m guessing a bit there…..maybe.
Then of course there is my other…...sister, I guess….
Eternity.
The first woman to ever take me into her life, her world, and treat me like I deserved love. Treat me like someone who was worthy of being loved, and not someone's pawn, not someone's toy to be played with and thrown away once they were bored….she took me, and I don’t even remember if it was against my will or not….but what I do know is that she helped make me the person I am today because over everything else?
She broke Judas Alliah’s brainwashing.
For the first time in Lord knows how long, I could be myself again.
Imagine that feeling, imagine that you’ve been watching the world through two windows, two windows that happen to be your own eyes, but you have absolutely no control over what you do or what you see, and then someone comes along and gives you that control, gives you that freedom, the option to do whatever you want…
Take that feeling, and amplify it a thousandfold and you’ll understand how I feel about Dean Harper.
You’ll understand how I feel about The Pack.
Rowan gave me a home, she gave me a family, and she gave me a crusade. I fought for that crusade, however poorly I might have done, I was, and still am, loyal. I stood by her side when she was at her worse, and I’ll stand by her while she’s atop the world. Not because I’m some lapdog, not because I’m a puppet, not because she holds anything over me - because she doesn’t, no….I’ll be there, alongside my Pack brothers and sisters because we are a family, and I think people are starting to realise that…
Why else would Jayson stay?
Why else would that cuntwaffle bring his family?
To feel included, to feel a part of something, something much greater than any of us, IWF has never, and never will be inclusive. It’s roots forever stemmed in the cesspit of hatred that was nCw, a land of intolerance, replaced with the world The Pack has brought you. A land full of equality, a land where the women's world championship can main event a pay per view other than Diamonds Are Forever, a land where God himself can fall and become nothing more than the so-called filth he fought against. He called us the Horde, and do you know why?
Because we are many.
We are Legion.
….and we’re only growing in numbers.
---
Homeward bound…..finally…
A thrall had come to collect him from the airport, he’d made sure that his return was been kept under wraps. He didn’t want to cause a fuss, but there was also a part of him that wanted to see how everyone actually acted when he wasn’t around. The flight home had been annoying, a crying baby, a lazy mother….and Spike Kane whispering in his ears the entire time.
“I can hear your thoughts you know?”
He was sitting next to Warren, beaming from ear to ear. Warren looked like he wanted to curl up into a ball.
“I’m well aware. I’m clearly going insane.”
Spike laughed, throwing his head back and slapping his knee, the Thrall gave Warren a cautionary glance in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, that shit is hereditary by the way!”
He really thought it was that funny, and it pissed Warren off. He began thinking how he got in this situation in the first place, and thought back to the night in London as the landscape outside flew past him…
“This isn’t real”
Warren stared across the London house’s living room at this image of his father, dressed in a three piece suit, his tattooes showing through his shirt, and on his neck. His long almost mohawk style hair draped over his shoulder. He looked as sophisticated as he did psychotic.
“You’ve been racked with guilt ever since your loverboy murdered me son, how long did you think it’d take for me to show up?”
Warren wasn’t having any of it, he shook his head vigorously.
“I saw you. You came to me, this has already been dealt with!”
Spike was now next to Warren, standing above him, looking down with pity on his face. Warren felt a burning red hot sensation within him, he wanted to tear his old man apart.
“See….I move in mysterious ways kiddo. I can see that you’re struggling….I get it, your old man popped his clogs, as much as you hated him, he was still your old man right? An’ now Anne is on death's door…..give or take about five minutes.”
Without thinking Warren lunged to his feet and swung at Spike, but his arm went right through him and Spike just laughed.
“Five minutes, what are you talking about?”
Spike walked over towards the windows, looking over the skyline….the only time London looked attractive was at night when the city was lit up. Warren’s fists were still clenched.
“On this….hmm….side of the veil? Things are more clearer, and I can see Anne just minutes away from stepping through. John isn’t going to take it well is he?”
“FUCK HIM!”
Warrens outburst seemed to shock Spike, who recoiled backwards, but then began to grin.
“Exactly. Fuck him, at least when I beat you it was inside a wrestling ring and not your home!”
Spike let out a real chuckle before frowning as Warren stared daggers at him.
“Too soon? Come on son, you’ve watched one parent you loved and hated at the same time, do you really want to watch another?”
The words sunk in further than perhaps they were intended. Warren lowered his head as he leaned against the armchair. The only reason he had come back to London was because his mother was dying, but….in a way, he thought, and as he did Spike’s eyes grew wider and his smile more twisted….didn’t his mother die the day she chose her boyfriend over her son?
“You’re right….”
Spike lets out a sigh as he leaps into the air and lands in a heap laying on the sofa, winking up at Warren.
“So what’s the plan, Stan?”
With a flourish Warren picked up his backpack, and the letters left to him - particularly the one from his Dad, and rounded towards the door saying more out loud than to anybody.
“Time to go home.”
As the memory fades the car begins to pull into the compound and Spike, sat in the back passenger side, began to chuckle.
“I swear to everything holy and unholy….you better play nice.”
Spike turned to grin at Warren, his eyes flashed yellow for the briefest of moments as Warren climbed out of the car and stormed off towards the entrance. As he approached he noticed there were more lights on than usual, and there actually seemed to be ….well, noise coming from the main room. Warren barged in, like someone owed him money and then he saw him, he was mid-conversation with someone, but his eyes met Warrens and the two just stared in shock. Warren stormed across the room, ignoring everyone else as he pushed Dean up against the wall.
“I fucking missed you so much!”
Dean didn’t fight it, he embraced Warren as the two begin to kiss passionately, pressing their bodies against each other, months of tension building within them and desiring to explode.
“That’s my boy!”
Said Spike to absolutely nobody.
“Ahem!”
The cough came from someone Warren wasn’t expecting…..Vivienne Rodgers. Warrens eyes grew wide with shock as he stopped, and realised that Xavier Cross and his children were also in the room. Instead of being embarrassed, Warren just smirked, looking the most arrogant he has ever looked.
“Kids huh?”
He glanced at Xavier who didn’t betray his emotions, before glancing at Dean who gave a quick look Xavier’s direction, before back to Warren. After a few seconds, Warren grabbed Dean by the arm and yanked him in the direction of his room.
“We’ll be in our bunk! …..and if you’ve given my room to kids I’ll slaughter everyone here!”
The two head down the room as Warren barges the door open, the door isn’t even closed before the two embrace once more and collapse onto the bed, just as the door closes.
---
Angel Blake, Dean Harper, Andrew Jacobsen.
These are the men you would put money on winning the roulette, these are the kind of men who have that…..”x-factor” that “it factor” that….je nes se quois. They stand out, is my point, they’re not like normal people. They have an aura, my old man was one of those people….and one day, I’ll be one too. You see, for so long I’ve stood in the shadows, just to the side of the photograph, just off stage for the final curtain, thereabouts but not quite there either.
Because people have always stolen my limelight.
When I had a chance to go to Night of the Immortals to fight Roberto Verona for the Imperial Title, what happened? Oh...Rob Diamond screwed me over. When I had the chance to fight for the Joker in the Pack or an immediate world title shot against Cable Arcane, guess who screwed me over!? Spike Kane….
AND ROB FUCKING DIAMOND!
Is there no wonder I haven’t made it back to the mountain top? Every time I do I get stabbed in the back and kicked to the curb. Back to square one, over and over, and fucking over. There’s only so much a person can take before they snap. Is it any wonder why I’ve been with The Pack for so long? Is there any wonder why I’d rather spend time at home than in the ring? I’ve been rebuilding myself, spending time on healing oneself, building brick by brick, until I’m ready to go back out there and destroy anything that moves….and trust me ladies and gentlemen…
I’m fucking ready.
I’m not going to make any grandiose gestures or claims, I’m not going to tell you that I’m going to win the roulette, but I am going to tell you that it is my intention. I intend to go out there, with the incredible advantage I have of being the second to last man to enter. I intend on giving everything I’ve got, and hitting as hard as I possibly can. If I have to cripple someone so that I can throw them out of the ring, I will. If I have to break every bone in every body of every man standing between me and that roulette victory, I will.
Because I’m nobody's second fiddle.
I stand in no shadow.
The time is night for a new dawn to rise, a new era in Imperial Wrestling, a new God of Xtreme ready to be born, ready to ascend. I walk the path to godhood and I am not intimidated, I am not afraid. I know what sacrifices I must make, and I know what I must do to even begin to live up to the legacy set before me, to the expectations of those around me. For too long now I have sat back, watched from the shadows, bided my time and waited for my moment. I have served many masters, but now….I serve only myself. I am no bloodhound, no instrument of war….I am simply me.
Warren Kane.
Burdened with expectation, burdened with betrayal, burdened with jealousy, yet slowly, oh, so slowly, I am beginning to realise that the reason the world continues to try and put me down, is because they are scared of me. They are scared of what I can become, they are scared of someone just like Spike Kane emerging, everyone knew -in the end- how to handle my old man…..but let’s be frank…
Do any of you really know anything about me?
Give me your Uriels. Gives me your Pax Stormcrows. Give me your James Gilmores. Give me your Steve Awesomes. Give me your Angel Blakes. Give me your Xavier fucking Cross’
I will break them all.
One by one.
The debt comes due, and it is time to pay.
For I am Warren Kane, the Prince of Xtreme, and I seethe with purpose.
…..just unleash me, and watch them fall.
---
The blankets and bed sheets lay sprawled across the bed, pillows all misplaced, and one or two on the floor. Warren and Dean lay in bed, and Warren’s heart felt complete at long last. The two of them lay next to each other, completely naked but with the blanket covering them enough to keep them modest.
“Why are Xavier and his family are here?”
“He bent the knee. Brought the whole gang with him."
It had taken everything that Warren had not to explode with the question as soon as he could, he had been focusing on Dean instead, but now as the words hung in the air, he began to get annoyed.
" Why?"
"Want my honest opinion or what he says?"
"Fuck him, I want your opinion!”
Warren shifted in the bed to look right at Dean, concern on his face.
"I know he made some backroom deal with Rowan. For what? Fuck if I know. His copilot is clearly doing more of the driving since he ripped leviathan out of me. He's scared of something."
"Blake?" He should be scared of me..."
Warren all but growls the words as Dean smiles,.
"I think he wants to taunt you."
"He better watch what he does....I mean, I know where he lives now. I know where his kids live...."
Gesturing to the surrounding walls, with a smirk on his face.
"We'll see if the overtures continue now that you're back."
"I am, you know. I'm back."
He turns to place a hand on Dean’s face.
"...I was beginning to worry, I'll be honest."
“I know how that feels. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I'm sorry too. We're both here now. I fucking missed you."
Warren leans in and kisses Dean slowly on the lips.
"I love you Dean Harper"
"I love you Warren Kane. I love you so fucking much. I don't want to screw this up again. I can try to be...less of a slut if that would make things easier for you."
Dean seems earnest, but Warren shakes his head.
"Dean. I love you for who you are, I wouldn't change a thing. I'm jealous, because of my own insecurities....but still, I'm happy to kick the living shit out of your toys if I have to."
"Would it make you feel better to know Cross ended Bae's career? You know, lowers the amount of toys I have about the place."
"Not gonna lie, but yes"
That made them both smile.
"You're cute when you're jealous."
"So all the time then?"
"It's a bonus really."
"You're a bonus..."
"More of a side benefit."
“What's that supposed to mean?"
Shifting onto his elbow, Warren looks at Dean a little concerned, as Dean’s gaze drifts a little.
"I don't feel like a bonus?"
"You're my everything"
"...that was smooth as fuck. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much I want to kill everyone who ever hurt you."
"There's only one person who can hurt me now, and that's you"
"I never want to hurt you again. I'm a fucking mess but I'm going to try and keep from fucking this up."
"A hot mess....."
"Flirt."
The two are smiling and giving each other those “fuck me” eyes.
"Can you blame me? I mean, there's a reason half the roster fancies you."
"I'm not sure it's that high..."
"Well, it's too high for my liking, but at least I'm the one in your bed."
"Do you want to get married?"
Dean all but blurted it out, and for a second Warren was stunned.
"I...of course I do!"
"I know I asked before but...I think it bears repeating. And...things have changed since I asked the first time."
"Things....like what?"
"Just me in here now for one. And…”
Dean rubs a thumb over the scar on his wrist.
"I've stumbled. But I want to be better."
Warren begins tearing up as he reaches out to touch Dean’s wrist.
"Dean....no..."
"I'm okay. It's okay. We're okay. Right?"
A few tears drop from Warrens face before pressing their heads together.
“We're fucking perfect. I love you Dean, please don't ever do that again"
"I'm not planning on it. It just got...kinda bad. I'm better now. Promise."
“I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault, okay?"
"Then who's is it? Because I'll kill them."
Dean looks at the ceiling.
"I broke a little more then I let on after the last kidnapping."
Warren begins to scramble out of the bed grabbing his clothes and trying to get dressed in a hurry, all fire and brimstone.
"I'll fucking kill him."
"Stay. Please?"
Warren pauses, cocking an eyebrow and looking at Dean.
"....for him, or for you?"
"Me."
Warren shrugs, hesitating, sighing.
"For you. I'd do anything for you."
"If you want to kill Uriel, by all means. Just...I don't want you to leave right now."
"Oh? ....time for round five?"
"If you're up for it."
"Always"
"Then come back to bed."
So he does, and the two begin kissing again, as hands begin searching, and the two get completely lost in each others embrace. Good, old fashioned, “I miss you” sex….as we fade.
Well howdy there pardner.