Post by Davey Ortega on Oct 27, 2013 5:28:06 GMT
Unbelievable...
The scene opens inside Davey's office in his casino. The only visual difference from other times the portrait of himself hanging on his wall behind his desk, the portrait he ''borrowed'' from the nCw Hall of Fame. He look displeased, standing behind his desk looking at his two companions.
Davey: One thing. One simple thing. Go to Maine, and procure the land.
Jason: You make it sound so simple. They weren't the easiest people to talk to.
Davey: They are Nuns. What they do? Hit you on the knuckles with a ruler?
Cass: They threw holy water in Jason's face.
Davey: What?
Jason sighs.
Jason: When we first got there, we knocked on the door. The Nun that opened seemed very hesitant to open the door more than a crack. When I explained who we were and why we were there she called us ''agents of Satan'' flinging the door open and throwing...holy water in my face. She closed the door before we could say anything after that.
Davey: And what...you just gave up after that?
Cass: We tried for two hours to just get in the door. Not only did they refuse us entry, the Mother Superior also declined to see us. Davey we tried, they were just having nothing to do with us.
Davey: Do you think I have all the time in the world?
Davey begins to walk around his desk, as Cass and Jason share an uneasy look.
Davey: Do you think that all this just runs itself? Sadly I do not have the powers to bend space and time to my will, nor can I be at two places at once. Which forces me to rely on people, whom I send to represent me, to get the job done. Regardless of what the job is or how hard the challenge presents itself. Jason this is twice that you have failed me, and what's worse you had help this time around.
Cass: Davey, please...give us another chance. We will go back and not return until we get them to agree.
Davey: If I let you do that, chances are the two of you would not return. No, I took off the training wheels too early. You two were not ready for unsupervised field work, so now I will have to jumble my schedule to show you how to handle the overly zealous. Hope your bags are still packed because we are leaving--
there was a knock at the door. Davey looks to the door before saying ''come in.'' The door opened slowly as a man pops his head into the office. He seems overwhelmed with everything, an obvious tell that this is his first time seeing the main office. He doesn't say a word until Davey prompts him.
Davey: Can I help you?!
Man: Oh..Mr. Ortega! Something is on it's way, you should head up to the roof. Oh and bring binoculars.
Davey has a look of confusion hearing what was said, the man leaves quickly out of fear of being the next casualty of Daveys random firings. He turns back to his two minions, eyeing Jason.
Davey: Do you think you can manage to get my binoculars?
Without a word Jason is on the move and out the door. Davey then turns his attention to Cass
Davey: I may need a megaphone too.
Cass: I don't think you have a...
Davey: ...Cass...
Cass:..Ri...Right...megaphone. I'll see if I can track one down.
She leaves almost as quickly as Jason does. Davey lets out a sigh, before looking up at his newly acquired piece of art. He shakes his head almost in disgust as he exits his office, no doubt to the roof to find out what all the commotion is.
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Blade. Arcane. Gjenrei. Creed.
These are more than names to me, though I want everyone to understand why. Yes, they are in The Empire which automatically places a target on their back but to be absolutely honest I can walk past all of them in the locker room, with their Empire shirts on and their shiny gold belts, and not even look back. The fact that they are branded with a perversion of my past does not bother me because I know they are all too weak minded to fully grasp what they have done, and continue to do. They are being manipulated by the master, you see to them they are making the future brighter.
To others they have declared war on the very foundation of IWF...
And to me...well...they are in my way. They stand confidently beside Spike waiting to punish any who dare oppose their emperor..their champion. The end of Revolution gave us a glimpse of what happens to those who dare defy their will. They left Rob Diamond a broken mess in the ring, and by some miracle he is able to compete this week. We all know Rob is more motivated now than ever before, and if he is smart he will seek out allies in his war against The Empire, against his former best friend. That is why his name, like every name of the people who comprise this Empire, is on my mind. And believe it or not their is yet another name, a complete x factor coming out of no where...
But I will get to him in due time.
Rob I know you are willing to fight, tooth and nail in fact, for another shot at Spike Kane. Hell from what I understand you are ready to perform a home invasion and beat him like a step child. Have fun. Do it. Go. Release all those primal urges that haunt you after your humiliation at his hands. Just keep one thing in the back of your mind, you can not kill him. You can not shelf him, or attempt to put him down once and for all. All you can do is take his precious Imperial Championship away, because that is pretty much all I will allow you too do. Oh I know what you are thinking, how can I, a man seen by so many as your inferior possibly tell you what to do?
Well don't think to hard about it, because like it or not you are a victim of Spike Kane. You became one at Revolution and now your voice is lost among the many. The ones who reached out to the tortured soul who endured years of pain and hell brought to him by the same man who silenced you. The many voices scream in my ear, whisper in my mind and now your voice joins the echos. I know you crave vengeance, though you are going to have to be satisfied to be gratified by vicarious means. I am more than willing to deliver the corpse of Spike Kane to your feet, deliver his body to you so you can extract whatever revenge you deem fit. Though the very life force, his essence belongs to me.
To us...
I began down this road for my own validation, to claim my own redemption but now I know there is so much more at stake. So many people have been the victim of his treachery, of his deceit. Rob I want you to know that I can hear them, that they have slowly become my motivation. I now know that I no longer walk my path alone, that the many victims of Spike, the people Michael used to advance his career, they are all screaming for revenge. From curtain jerkers to his own blood.
I hear your screams...
I've been screaming since day one.
So don't stand in my way. As hard as it will be you need to set your ego aside and allow His past to come back. I am aiming for him and trust me when I say this Rob, I do not need allies. What I need is for you, and those foolish enough to follow you, is step aside. Rob you had your chance, and it is now time for foolish bravado to clear the way. Heated emotions will not best your enemy, and you need to let logic dictate your next move.
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The scene opens on the roof of the Casino. Davey is standing near the edge looking over the parking lot. Binoculars are pressed to his eyes as a look of concern comes across his face. Cass and Jason are on either side of him, a few feet back mind you.
Davey: Great. This is the last thing I need.
Cass: What?
Davey: Protesters.
Indeed it was. Protesters with signs displaying how much they disagreed with Daveys attempts too acquire the convent. They have come in droves, blocking all parking for potential customers. Davey steps back looking at his minions with disdain.
Davey: I never made it public. The banks, the real estate offices all knew I wanted it kept quiet to avoid exactly this.
Davey continues to scan the parking lot, the binoculars pressed against his eyes. He stops as he focuses on the left side of the parking lot, a look of disgust consuming his face.
Davey: What the...a shantytown!
Davey takes the binoculars from his face, taking a few steps backing after seeing what he has seen.
Davey: They are building a shantytown! A shantytown... In my parking lot. There is no room for free loaders here. We need to deal with this problem.
Jason: Alright, I'll get the police down here.
Davey: The po..what? Do I look like a man who wants Johnny Law involved in my business? No I have a security force for many reasons, this being one of them.
Cass: So you want us to go down there and drive them out? I think we have some riot shields and pepper spray.
Davey: Seriously? You want to go down there at ground zero with protesters, which lets face it are just twenty-first century hippies. If you go down there you will be met with a nostril full of a lethal combination of sweat, pot, and day old sex. So no I don't want anyone to meet them head on.
Davey turns to face his assistants, as if he is waiting for them to say something brilliant. The two disappoint though, blindly looking back at him.
Davey: That's it? Call the police and frontal assault? You two suck. Do you lack the creative spark, the think outside the box attitude? Take notes on how a more abstract mind deals with unforeseen problems. Jason I want you to go down and round up half my security. Tell them in the third utility closet are golf supplies. I want everyone to club up and bring as many golf balls as you can.
Jason hops to it as Davey walks up to Cass, grabbing the megaphone from her hand while giving her a look that could kill, he swiftly turns back to the edge, raising the megaphone to his lips.
Davey: Attention extreme liberals. I understand and appreciate your right to protest, just as you need to understand my right to defend my home. You have all officially worn out your welcome, so if you do not pack up the things near and dear to you and vacate my parking lot I will be forced to use extreme measures.
An uproar can be heard, as a ''united we stand'' chant begins to rise. Davey just shakes his head, almost frustrated with the stupidity of people.
Davey: This is why you are the 99%.
Booing now begins, a smile creeps across Davey's face as Jason returns with security, clubs, and golf balls in tow. Davey begins directing traffic having them form a line, each having a ball in front of them as Davey addresses the protesters once again.
Davey: This is your final warning. Leave now or suffer the consequences.
Another chant begins, though Davey shakes his head and doesn't even stay to hear as he points and his security instinctively knowing what to do. They hit the golf balls and soon the screams start. Jason looks in pure horror, even attempting to wave them off though Cass stopped him before her could make a scene, gesturing to Davey as they look in his direction only to see him staring right back. After a few seconds the screams have stopped and Jason rushes to the edge to see why. No bodies, seems they have all fled, leaving everything behind. Jason looks to Davey who is already on his way. The security force slowly leave the room, taking all the equipment with them. Davey looks out to the city as Jason approaches him.
Davey: Save your moral lecture. I have no need or want for it. The simple truth is they were trespassing, affecting business and right now The Casino is my rock, the only stable element in my life and will not have anyone think they can screw with that.
Cass: Well you know at least one of the is going to the media. How are you going to explain this away?
Davey: Let me worry about the fallout. Now both of you leave, I need time to think about the bigger problem.
Cass: Bigger problem? You just assaulted like fifty people, what could be bigger then that?!
Davey: One of you sold me out. One of you called them at it is just a matter of time before I figure out who. And when I do I will fire you.
Cass: What about the nuns? We did just visit them.
Davey: They'd of done it by now. So would of anyone else that knew about this before you two. Now leave and think about your fate.
The two don't ask anymore questions, one of them knowing they will soon be unemployed. Davey just keeps his eyes to the city, focused on only one thing.
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Jones. Kane. St. Croix
More names on the list, though for the reason is polar opposite of the first set. Alex Jones is a fickle case, and I want him to be aware of the full consequences of his decision that he must make at some point in the near future. Alex if you choose to side with your ''friend'' you will have crossed a line and become an obstacle. A man that must be put down not only because he sold out, but because he would risk life and limb to protect Spike from me. And that is exactly what you will have to do. You will have gained an enemy you do not want, an enemy you simply can't handle. Though on the reverse if you shove the offer in his face where it belongs I implore you to pursue other goals than dethroning Spike. Go become the first two time IWF Crusier Weight champ, or form a mediocre tag team to compete with the soon vacated tag titles. I mean, they have to strip Infamous soon, right? Since Infamous is sort of on the outs.
Though enough about Jones, there is only two names on my list that I am concerned with, and one of them I almost feel sorry for. Though you have a good reputation in the works, Mason St. Croix. You are coming off a solid victory over two bright up and comers. You must have stars in your eyes because you know you are looking up the mountain at a prosperous career. You are quickly becoming known as the man who can get it done no matter the odds. Well, it's time to put that devils luck to the test because your odds have never looked so dim.
You should appreciate my situation Mason, because you are a soldier. I am gearing up for war, a war of the likes you have never seen and what I need for everyone soldiers included is to stand down. Though I know you will stubbornly refuse, relentlessly sticking to your creed of Rangers Way like a boy scout with his incessant Scouts Honor.
Or if you prefer a more relevant comparison HonorBound with Honor! Which is just tacky.
This week you are not going to face your rival, the foul Eddie Black, or the flashy offense of Jayson Matthews. Brute strength is not enough to surpass the challenge set before you. It never has been. I have specialized in showing the big brutes and heavy hitters that brains beat brawn at every turn. You may think that dropping me on my head will be easy, a simple task that primates perform. Well that is the problem, until now you have been dealing with the below average. Those who would rather find themselves in a fight well before a strategy is in place. Mason that ring may be your battleground but it is my chess board, and try as you might I will always be five steps ahead of you. I will know what you do well before you do it because I am a genius. A fact people may be getting tired of hearing but hey, if you can beat that Ranger horse to death than I can get away with it too.
When I drive my shoulder deep into your rib cage, hopefully cracking a few ribs to serve as a reminder, I'm not going to feel any remorse. This is something you could of avoided, and I want you to remember that. When you are sitting in the locker room, struggling to breath because for the first time in IWF you have been put to the test, I want you to remember you didn't have to lose. You could of walked away, decided to create an example the rest of the roster should follow. That example would shine bright, making the bold statement that until Davey Ortega gets his shot at redemption, simply stay out of his way. Yet we all know that US training stays with you, it was drilled in your head after all so my goal is to knock it out of your head. To make you understand a new fundamental fact of life. That fact is that I am the most dangerous man in IWF, and week in and week out I am going to treat everyone put in my way as a close, personal friend Spike Kane and that starts with you. You will be my next example, willing or unwilling it all serves the same purpose for me.
Though I'm sorry, Mason. As much as I would love to stroke your ego, you will not have my full attention because of a lingering name that came from no where.
Hello Brad. Long time. Honestly I was...caught off guard by your appearance and apparent return. Yet try as I might I don't see your name on the card. Keeping your in ring return for a select foe? I know you have to keep your fan on the edge of its seat but this is an overplayed tactic, so let me be the first to say when ever your testicles descend I will be waiting in that ring, ready to draw Kane blood because at this point I will settle for a look a like. You made the fatal mistake of mentioning me in your ramble at Revolution. Saying that what I have with your brother is a spat, and that struck a nerve. A spat is a gross understatement. Brad when I finally get my hands on Spike they will need to invent a whole new word for the English language to describe the hell he will go through.
I know you want him, I have been keeping up on your family dispute you decided to make public on twitter. I need you to understand that there is nothing you can do, and as much as I need you to understand that, you need to understand that. It is time your dear brother pays for his crimes. Crimes that span time and companies, crimes that he has never been held accountable for. You can not dole out justice the way it needs to be. No matter how many times he screwed you I do not see you a victim of him. You have sided with him far to many times, his blood flows in your veins. You are a Kane, and I have witnessed the work done in your name and I have rarely approved. So if you choose to stand in my way, stubbornly declaring your right to get at Spike I will take you down. I will spill first blood and make this war very personal.
So I leave you with one word, one wise word that can move mountains and bring God's to their knees...
A-llonsy
The scene opens inside Davey's office in his casino. The only visual difference from other times the portrait of himself hanging on his wall behind his desk, the portrait he ''borrowed'' from the nCw Hall of Fame. He look displeased, standing behind his desk looking at his two companions.
Davey: One thing. One simple thing. Go to Maine, and procure the land.
Jason: You make it sound so simple. They weren't the easiest people to talk to.
Davey: They are Nuns. What they do? Hit you on the knuckles with a ruler?
Cass: They threw holy water in Jason's face.
Davey: What?
Jason sighs.
Jason: When we first got there, we knocked on the door. The Nun that opened seemed very hesitant to open the door more than a crack. When I explained who we were and why we were there she called us ''agents of Satan'' flinging the door open and throwing...holy water in my face. She closed the door before we could say anything after that.
Davey: And what...you just gave up after that?
Cass: We tried for two hours to just get in the door. Not only did they refuse us entry, the Mother Superior also declined to see us. Davey we tried, they were just having nothing to do with us.
Davey: Do you think I have all the time in the world?
Davey begins to walk around his desk, as Cass and Jason share an uneasy look.
Davey: Do you think that all this just runs itself? Sadly I do not have the powers to bend space and time to my will, nor can I be at two places at once. Which forces me to rely on people, whom I send to represent me, to get the job done. Regardless of what the job is or how hard the challenge presents itself. Jason this is twice that you have failed me, and what's worse you had help this time around.
Cass: Davey, please...give us another chance. We will go back and not return until we get them to agree.
Davey: If I let you do that, chances are the two of you would not return. No, I took off the training wheels too early. You two were not ready for unsupervised field work, so now I will have to jumble my schedule to show you how to handle the overly zealous. Hope your bags are still packed because we are leaving--
there was a knock at the door. Davey looks to the door before saying ''come in.'' The door opened slowly as a man pops his head into the office. He seems overwhelmed with everything, an obvious tell that this is his first time seeing the main office. He doesn't say a word until Davey prompts him.
Davey: Can I help you?!
Man: Oh..Mr. Ortega! Something is on it's way, you should head up to the roof. Oh and bring binoculars.
Davey has a look of confusion hearing what was said, the man leaves quickly out of fear of being the next casualty of Daveys random firings. He turns back to his two minions, eyeing Jason.
Davey: Do you think you can manage to get my binoculars?
Without a word Jason is on the move and out the door. Davey then turns his attention to Cass
Davey: I may need a megaphone too.
Cass: I don't think you have a...
Davey: ...Cass...
Cass:..Ri...Right...megaphone. I'll see if I can track one down.
She leaves almost as quickly as Jason does. Davey lets out a sigh, before looking up at his newly acquired piece of art. He shakes his head almost in disgust as he exits his office, no doubt to the roof to find out what all the commotion is.
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Blade. Arcane. Gjenrei. Creed.
These are more than names to me, though I want everyone to understand why. Yes, they are in The Empire which automatically places a target on their back but to be absolutely honest I can walk past all of them in the locker room, with their Empire shirts on and their shiny gold belts, and not even look back. The fact that they are branded with a perversion of my past does not bother me because I know they are all too weak minded to fully grasp what they have done, and continue to do. They are being manipulated by the master, you see to them they are making the future brighter.
To others they have declared war on the very foundation of IWF...
And to me...well...they are in my way. They stand confidently beside Spike waiting to punish any who dare oppose their emperor..their champion. The end of Revolution gave us a glimpse of what happens to those who dare defy their will. They left Rob Diamond a broken mess in the ring, and by some miracle he is able to compete this week. We all know Rob is more motivated now than ever before, and if he is smart he will seek out allies in his war against The Empire, against his former best friend. That is why his name, like every name of the people who comprise this Empire, is on my mind. And believe it or not their is yet another name, a complete x factor coming out of no where...
But I will get to him in due time.
Rob I know you are willing to fight, tooth and nail in fact, for another shot at Spike Kane. Hell from what I understand you are ready to perform a home invasion and beat him like a step child. Have fun. Do it. Go. Release all those primal urges that haunt you after your humiliation at his hands. Just keep one thing in the back of your mind, you can not kill him. You can not shelf him, or attempt to put him down once and for all. All you can do is take his precious Imperial Championship away, because that is pretty much all I will allow you too do. Oh I know what you are thinking, how can I, a man seen by so many as your inferior possibly tell you what to do?
Well don't think to hard about it, because like it or not you are a victim of Spike Kane. You became one at Revolution and now your voice is lost among the many. The ones who reached out to the tortured soul who endured years of pain and hell brought to him by the same man who silenced you. The many voices scream in my ear, whisper in my mind and now your voice joins the echos. I know you crave vengeance, though you are going to have to be satisfied to be gratified by vicarious means. I am more than willing to deliver the corpse of Spike Kane to your feet, deliver his body to you so you can extract whatever revenge you deem fit. Though the very life force, his essence belongs to me.
To us...
I began down this road for my own validation, to claim my own redemption but now I know there is so much more at stake. So many people have been the victim of his treachery, of his deceit. Rob I want you to know that I can hear them, that they have slowly become my motivation. I now know that I no longer walk my path alone, that the many victims of Spike, the people Michael used to advance his career, they are all screaming for revenge. From curtain jerkers to his own blood.
I hear your screams...
I've been screaming since day one.
So don't stand in my way. As hard as it will be you need to set your ego aside and allow His past to come back. I am aiming for him and trust me when I say this Rob, I do not need allies. What I need is for you, and those foolish enough to follow you, is step aside. Rob you had your chance, and it is now time for foolish bravado to clear the way. Heated emotions will not best your enemy, and you need to let logic dictate your next move.
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The scene opens on the roof of the Casino. Davey is standing near the edge looking over the parking lot. Binoculars are pressed to his eyes as a look of concern comes across his face. Cass and Jason are on either side of him, a few feet back mind you.
Davey: Great. This is the last thing I need.
Cass: What?
Davey: Protesters.
Indeed it was. Protesters with signs displaying how much they disagreed with Daveys attempts too acquire the convent. They have come in droves, blocking all parking for potential customers. Davey steps back looking at his minions with disdain.
Davey: I never made it public. The banks, the real estate offices all knew I wanted it kept quiet to avoid exactly this.
Davey continues to scan the parking lot, the binoculars pressed against his eyes. He stops as he focuses on the left side of the parking lot, a look of disgust consuming his face.
Davey: What the...a shantytown!
Davey takes the binoculars from his face, taking a few steps backing after seeing what he has seen.
Davey: They are building a shantytown! A shantytown... In my parking lot. There is no room for free loaders here. We need to deal with this problem.
Jason: Alright, I'll get the police down here.
Davey: The po..what? Do I look like a man who wants Johnny Law involved in my business? No I have a security force for many reasons, this being one of them.
Cass: So you want us to go down there and drive them out? I think we have some riot shields and pepper spray.
Davey: Seriously? You want to go down there at ground zero with protesters, which lets face it are just twenty-first century hippies. If you go down there you will be met with a nostril full of a lethal combination of sweat, pot, and day old sex. So no I don't want anyone to meet them head on.
Davey turns to face his assistants, as if he is waiting for them to say something brilliant. The two disappoint though, blindly looking back at him.
Davey: That's it? Call the police and frontal assault? You two suck. Do you lack the creative spark, the think outside the box attitude? Take notes on how a more abstract mind deals with unforeseen problems. Jason I want you to go down and round up half my security. Tell them in the third utility closet are golf supplies. I want everyone to club up and bring as many golf balls as you can.
Jason hops to it as Davey walks up to Cass, grabbing the megaphone from her hand while giving her a look that could kill, he swiftly turns back to the edge, raising the megaphone to his lips.
Davey: Attention extreme liberals. I understand and appreciate your right to protest, just as you need to understand my right to defend my home. You have all officially worn out your welcome, so if you do not pack up the things near and dear to you and vacate my parking lot I will be forced to use extreme measures.
An uproar can be heard, as a ''united we stand'' chant begins to rise. Davey just shakes his head, almost frustrated with the stupidity of people.
Davey: This is why you are the 99%.
Booing now begins, a smile creeps across Davey's face as Jason returns with security, clubs, and golf balls in tow. Davey begins directing traffic having them form a line, each having a ball in front of them as Davey addresses the protesters once again.
Davey: This is your final warning. Leave now or suffer the consequences.
Another chant begins, though Davey shakes his head and doesn't even stay to hear as he points and his security instinctively knowing what to do. They hit the golf balls and soon the screams start. Jason looks in pure horror, even attempting to wave them off though Cass stopped him before her could make a scene, gesturing to Davey as they look in his direction only to see him staring right back. After a few seconds the screams have stopped and Jason rushes to the edge to see why. No bodies, seems they have all fled, leaving everything behind. Jason looks to Davey who is already on his way. The security force slowly leave the room, taking all the equipment with them. Davey looks out to the city as Jason approaches him.
Davey: Save your moral lecture. I have no need or want for it. The simple truth is they were trespassing, affecting business and right now The Casino is my rock, the only stable element in my life and will not have anyone think they can screw with that.
Cass: Well you know at least one of the is going to the media. How are you going to explain this away?
Davey: Let me worry about the fallout. Now both of you leave, I need time to think about the bigger problem.
Cass: Bigger problem? You just assaulted like fifty people, what could be bigger then that?!
Davey: One of you sold me out. One of you called them at it is just a matter of time before I figure out who. And when I do I will fire you.
Cass: What about the nuns? We did just visit them.
Davey: They'd of done it by now. So would of anyone else that knew about this before you two. Now leave and think about your fate.
The two don't ask anymore questions, one of them knowing they will soon be unemployed. Davey just keeps his eyes to the city, focused on only one thing.
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Jones. Kane. St. Croix
More names on the list, though for the reason is polar opposite of the first set. Alex Jones is a fickle case, and I want him to be aware of the full consequences of his decision that he must make at some point in the near future. Alex if you choose to side with your ''friend'' you will have crossed a line and become an obstacle. A man that must be put down not only because he sold out, but because he would risk life and limb to protect Spike from me. And that is exactly what you will have to do. You will have gained an enemy you do not want, an enemy you simply can't handle. Though on the reverse if you shove the offer in his face where it belongs I implore you to pursue other goals than dethroning Spike. Go become the first two time IWF Crusier Weight champ, or form a mediocre tag team to compete with the soon vacated tag titles. I mean, they have to strip Infamous soon, right? Since Infamous is sort of on the outs.
Though enough about Jones, there is only two names on my list that I am concerned with, and one of them I almost feel sorry for. Though you have a good reputation in the works, Mason St. Croix. You are coming off a solid victory over two bright up and comers. You must have stars in your eyes because you know you are looking up the mountain at a prosperous career. You are quickly becoming known as the man who can get it done no matter the odds. Well, it's time to put that devils luck to the test because your odds have never looked so dim.
You should appreciate my situation Mason, because you are a soldier. I am gearing up for war, a war of the likes you have never seen and what I need for everyone soldiers included is to stand down. Though I know you will stubbornly refuse, relentlessly sticking to your creed of Rangers Way like a boy scout with his incessant Scouts Honor.
Or if you prefer a more relevant comparison HonorBound with Honor! Which is just tacky.
This week you are not going to face your rival, the foul Eddie Black, or the flashy offense of Jayson Matthews. Brute strength is not enough to surpass the challenge set before you. It never has been. I have specialized in showing the big brutes and heavy hitters that brains beat brawn at every turn. You may think that dropping me on my head will be easy, a simple task that primates perform. Well that is the problem, until now you have been dealing with the below average. Those who would rather find themselves in a fight well before a strategy is in place. Mason that ring may be your battleground but it is my chess board, and try as you might I will always be five steps ahead of you. I will know what you do well before you do it because I am a genius. A fact people may be getting tired of hearing but hey, if you can beat that Ranger horse to death than I can get away with it too.
When I drive my shoulder deep into your rib cage, hopefully cracking a few ribs to serve as a reminder, I'm not going to feel any remorse. This is something you could of avoided, and I want you to remember that. When you are sitting in the locker room, struggling to breath because for the first time in IWF you have been put to the test, I want you to remember you didn't have to lose. You could of walked away, decided to create an example the rest of the roster should follow. That example would shine bright, making the bold statement that until Davey Ortega gets his shot at redemption, simply stay out of his way. Yet we all know that US training stays with you, it was drilled in your head after all so my goal is to knock it out of your head. To make you understand a new fundamental fact of life. That fact is that I am the most dangerous man in IWF, and week in and week out I am going to treat everyone put in my way as a close, personal friend Spike Kane and that starts with you. You will be my next example, willing or unwilling it all serves the same purpose for me.
Though I'm sorry, Mason. As much as I would love to stroke your ego, you will not have my full attention because of a lingering name that came from no where.
Hello Brad. Long time. Honestly I was...caught off guard by your appearance and apparent return. Yet try as I might I don't see your name on the card. Keeping your in ring return for a select foe? I know you have to keep your fan on the edge of its seat but this is an overplayed tactic, so let me be the first to say when ever your testicles descend I will be waiting in that ring, ready to draw Kane blood because at this point I will settle for a look a like. You made the fatal mistake of mentioning me in your ramble at Revolution. Saying that what I have with your brother is a spat, and that struck a nerve. A spat is a gross understatement. Brad when I finally get my hands on Spike they will need to invent a whole new word for the English language to describe the hell he will go through.
I know you want him, I have been keeping up on your family dispute you decided to make public on twitter. I need you to understand that there is nothing you can do, and as much as I need you to understand that, you need to understand that. It is time your dear brother pays for his crimes. Crimes that span time and companies, crimes that he has never been held accountable for. You can not dole out justice the way it needs to be. No matter how many times he screwed you I do not see you a victim of him. You have sided with him far to many times, his blood flows in your veins. You are a Kane, and I have witnessed the work done in your name and I have rarely approved. So if you choose to stand in my way, stubbornly declaring your right to get at Spike I will take you down. I will spill first blood and make this war very personal.
So I leave you with one word, one wise word that can move mountains and bring God's to their knees...
A-llonsy
Well howdy there pardner.