Post by Ghost Spike on Oct 19, 2013 20:24:15 GMT
“So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance.
By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip.
I’m not insane, I’m not insane.”
Everybody ready to dance? Sure? Ok, here we go…
WE
ARE
FAMILY
I GOT ALL MY SISTAHS WITH ME!
Lol wut?
You are slightly off there Rob. We are NOT family. We were though, we were closer than my own blood is to me. We were two people who had fought through such personal adversity that they never should have made it to the spotlight that this business has provided us. We’ve been beaten down, then beaten again and told to stay down - but we never do. We always get back up, we always keep coming, and nothing short of paralysis or death will stop us. However….you were really off the mark about who the hell I am, about who Spike Kane is.
THIS IS ME! THIS IS WHO I AM! THIS IS WHO I’VE ALWAYS BEEN!
You can make excuses, try to find the innocent Michael behind the mask of the God of Xtreme, but you’ll never find him. Ever since I stepped foot into nCw, this is who I was, it’s how I made my name...and it’s why the pathetic cattle you cling too so badly know who I am. It’s the reason they want you so badly to smash my face in come Sunday Night, and it’s the reason they’ll all leave sad and as empty handed as you will. Howwwwwwwwever, this leads me to another one of your points - yeah I’m doing that answering and showing you how stupid you are thing…
I haven’t held a world title for six years.
Correction, I haven’t held a world title in a major federation for six years. The world doesn’t revolve around the cesspit that is and was nCw. Which leads me into the one thing I do agree with you about, New Championship Wrestling. The most corrupt federation I have ever worked for in my nearly two decades of wrestling. A federation so rife with politics, backstabbing, ass kissing, and fellatio to the Knite family I’ve ever seen in my life. That place is dead….and what happened once it died? Hell….what happened the Knite it died? (Cute, huh? :p)
I RETIRED ANGEL BLAKE!
Let that sink in buddy, the one man who ever would have been described as my equal. The one true rival I had in my career, took me head on in a Dragon’s Den match, the last Dragons Den match nCw will ever see….and I walked out the victor. Now? Now I’m here….one half of the UNDEFEATED tag team champions, and the soon to be longest reigning Imperial Champion….whereas Angel has a desk job.
Cute.
Since the Knite Family lost their power my career has exploded once again. Doesn’t that say enough? The reason I never held that nCw championship again was because the douches in power kept me away from it! They tried to pawn me off with the lesser titles, getting embroidered in a tag team battle against Adam and Lance with Trent as my partner. The one guy I butted heads with more than anyone else! Anything to keep me away from that gold, they even made my rematch into a fatal four way no limits ladder match, with Trent, and Joe f*cking Everyman involved……..Joe cost me my title.
I hold grudges, deal with it.
I may not have held a “true” world title in six years….but just like when I won the nCw World Title way back in 2007….I bring prestige to the belt. I bring experience, I bring awe inspiring matches. Don’t believe me? Check the records, I’m pretty sure I have more match of the week trophies than anyone else. Without the corruption that ultimately led to the demise of nCw I have thrived. Without brass members messaging me in private telling me that they will go out of their way to make sure I never win a championship again…..without the brass trying to keep me away from the Grand Slam so the fucking chosen one can be the only one ever, without people playing the politics game and undermining my authority…..I’d still be there, and it’d probably still be going, but it’s not. It’s dead and buried, and it deserved to die a long time ago. The day Todd Williams became the rumble winner, is the day that federation died, and I couldn’t give two shits.
I made a legacy, carved it the hard way. Fighting Jack Manson, fighting Lance Ryan, taking on NWS, fighting my own step brother, even fighting Davey Ortega. I worked harder than anyone in nCw ever gave me credit for, and they try to brush what I did off as nothing. I made that company, without me it would have died in months, but I carried it and it went on longer than it should have. Now I’m here, ready to do it again, with my Empire behind me, an Empire you were supposed to be the Prince of. Yet, you turned your back on me….and now my dream is shattered, and the pain you left me with is slowly being replaced with rage.
The thing is Rob….I’m not trying to be a legendary wrestler, this Imperial Title….this belt that means more than anything else I’ve ever held...it brings me to a pretty nifty total.
16 World Championships.
Top that, you little prick.
~~~
The rain had picked back up again, despite the moon shining quite brightly through it all, however as his feet pounded the pavement a low rumbling was let ou. Thunder off in the distance, a storm was coming and it wouldn’t take long until it was here. He quickly pulled the umbrella down as he slid the keys out of his pocket to open his door, when he realised his door was already ajar. He sighed out loud as he physically slumped.
“Rorschach”
The chair scuffed the floor as he got to his feet, meeting the man with his umbrella, water falling to the kitchen floor as he stood with his head looking at Ror-Spike with such a disappointed look.
“Hello Kyle.”
Was all he could really managed to come out with as his old friend looked at him with such an annoyed expression. It had been a while since he’d visited the his friend, and it wasn’t exactly the easiest way of doing it.
“Was there really a need to break into my home?”
“I had no other choice. I needed to make sure you were ok.”
Ror-Spike shrugged a little as Kyle began moving around the kitchen, dumping the umbrella and removing his anorak before heading towards the hallway, Ror-Spike now following him as he leads the way. He walks into the hall and places his hand on a Falcon statue, pushing it backwards which reveals a pathway leading down the stairs, to what Kyle used to call the Falcon’s Lodge. Ror-Spike followed him down, keeping his coat, hat, and mask on.
“Why would you need to do that Michael?”
“Please. Don’t use that name.”
“Fine. Rorschach…..what the hell is going on?”
Ror-Spike stopped Kyle placing a hand on each arm, looking right into the eyes of his former partner.
“The Comedian is dead.”
Ror-Spike lowered his head, expecting some form of emotional response from the man once known as Falcon. However it doesn’t come, instead he looks confused as he eyes Ror-Spike, cocking an eyebrow as he does so.
“Erm...I know….we all know. It was Ozymandias. He’s trying to fix the world in his really twisted and messed up way. He’s waiting for you to have a final showdown. How did you forget that?”
This time it’s Ror-Spike who seems confused. He removes his hat, palming his forehead and rubbing his temples as he does so. Shaking his head ever so slightly.
“No….it’s not supposed to….this isn’t…...this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen!”
Falcon moves towards Ror-Spike now, who had stumbled backwards in his confusion, leaning against the wall facing the large flying falcon ship that Kyle had built called “Archie” Ror-Spike was shaking his head madly.
“I understand Michael…..Ozymandias’ betrayal stung you the most…..but you have to face it up. You have to end him.”
THUNDER CLAP!
The scene shifts, rain is beating down on the roof of a parked mobile home. More like a luxury tour bus than what you might be thinking. Lightning flashes out of the crack in the curtains followed immediately by another clap of thiunder. Spike Kane sits bolt upright, the sheet stuck to him ever so slightly as sweat pours down his naked chest.
‘A dream…..but…..what the hell? It was so vivid….’
Spike takes a few moments to try and catch his breath, before a figure laying in the bed next to him begins to move, Awakening from her slumber, River Maddison pokes her head out and moves towards her former husband, placing a hand on his chest.
River: Are you ok?
Spike: Yeah….just, a really fucked up dream.
She leans into him and hugs him this time.
River: This thing with Rob is really bothering you isn’t it?
Spike: You could say that again….
Just as Spike is about to lay back down, we hear the crying of a three year old baby clearly been woken up by the current thunderstorm.
Spike: Don’t worry….I’ve got it.
He looked at her with a look that said his words had more than one meaning, the God of Xtreme slips out of bed wearing just his boxer shorts and stumbles through the mobile home as he heads towards the cries of his baby boy Xander Kane….and we fade on the smirk of the former Mrs Kane.... River Maddison.
~~~
I wish that I didn’t want to hurt you Rob. I wish beyond all belief that you could just come back and we could continue to dominate this company like we have since we first stepped in to it. You were my brother Rob, and it’s only been days but it hurts so bad not having you to lean on.
I miss you brother.
I need your help getting Xander back, my life is in shatters and you are supposed to be the one helping me piece it back together. Instead you parade your daughter around like some kind of trophy, like you’re a better father than I could ever be. That hurts me deeply, but I never said a word, I kept it all inside, because I felt like you didn’t realise what it was you were doing, or how deeply it hurt me. Thing is, with last weeks actions, I’m left double guessing every little thing you did, and I wonder how long it’s really been brewing for, how long you’ve been plotting and deceiving me.
How long you’ve been waiting to stab me in the back.
Thing is Rob, people look at me and they all say that they are not shocked by my actions, by the revelations that came to light when I crushed Joe Everyman’s hopes and dreams. My own brother said it best….once a snake, always a snake….
That is why I don’t trust you.
As much of an asshole as my brother is, he doesn’t lie. He is always brutally honest, especially when those honest words do the most damage. His words didn’t effect me, I relished in the shock it caused sparking him to take to the old twitter device - it meant he was moved enough to say something, which is what we’re in this business for after all, isn’t it? Making waves, making headlines, making memories.
Being remembered.
That is why I do the things I do, that is why I act the way I do. You say my father moulded me into the man I am today, the monster everyone seems to see around them. I say that I have become the man I am today in spite of him, I have become a master crafting genius in this game. I can take the entire crowd and hold them in the palm of my hand whenever I want to. Every time I speak, everyone listens….because they know that I don’t rattle on about insignificant things. When the God of Xtreme talks, the peons listen…..when IWF’s King addresses the masses, the peasants pay attention. I make good TV, something nCw forgot, something several minor federations were well aware of, and something that those across the ring from me have learned over the years. I go full on, even against my friends…
So how will I react to a Judas?
Despite your words Rob, despite your supposed intentions, despite your promises not once did you say that you didn’t betray me. Not once did you attempt an apology for your actions, oh you accepted that you might have gone about things wrong, but it quickly turned into the Rob Diamond show, and how his quest for redemption involves ignoring the Empire and attempting to stop it’s leader before it gets a head of steam. Nice try kid, but that shit doesn’t fly with me. You won’t fight me? Fine, I’ll destroy you. I don’t care if you’ve become some pussyfest in the last week. I am the motherfucking Imperial Champion, a defending Champion - I already have more defences than either of the champions before me, and when I crush your hopes and dreams on Sunday Night, it’ll stretch it even further and push me closer to IWF’s hall of fame and solidifying myself as the longest reigning Imperial Champion.
Yes Roberto, I know I’ll never reach your reign…..I know you’re waiting to get in the ring with me and try and take my title….get in line.
I make people hate me, it’s what I’m good at. It’s my shining talent, besides my abilities in the ring of course. I thrive of the reaction the sheep give me when I step through that curtain, but when the “boys in the back” give in to it too? Oh man, that just sends adrenaline thrusting through my body. Because it proves once again, that I am capable of anything, I can fool the entire world….like I said before, I’m the god damn Keyser Soze of professional wrestling. You Rob? I’ve never claimed that you latched on to my coat tails, and I’m not going to start doing so - because you made a star out of yourself. You took what Kyle and I had to offer, and stepped it up.
You shat on everyone to get where you are.
A leopard never changes it’s spots ….brother. One way or another, either this Sunday, or somewhere else down your career path you’ll be on my side of the fence again, then you’ll go back on everything you’ve said. Then the poor sick brat you’ve got following you around and his whore of a mother will realise how much of an epic…..C word you are. You disobeyed my orders, threw my Empire into chaos and disrepute…..now it’s my time to fix what you tried to break, it’s my time to make an example out of you. I am your king…
AND YOU WILL HAIL!
Well howdy there pardner.