Post by Eddie D. on Nov 19, 2013 3:53:24 GMT
Even though he saw it happen he still couldn’t believe what Spike Kane had just done, what his former best friend had just done. He’d all but killed Xavier Cross in front of the whole world.
Rob: Holy shit…
He sat there for a long time just watching a freeze frame of the end of the show, of Spike Kane seemingly relishing in what he has just done. Rob couldn’t believe this was the same man he had called his brother.
Rob: I can’t let this go on… I can’t…
We fade out on Rob staring at the frozen image of Spike Kane. It’s the next day and Rob is back home with his daughter, with his family. Hope is getting bigger all the time, she crawls now and Rob can’t believe it. She’s on the floor dressed up in a little supergirl outfit, scouting her way across the floor toward him. Rob watches her from the couch in just a black tee and jeans. Even though he’s here watching his daughter now his mind lingers on a conversation from the previous week.
”Are you sure you want to do this, Rob?”
”Someone has to stop him, is it going to be you Angel?”
Out of desperation Rob had gone to his former brother in law, Angel Blake, the only man he knew that could be more brutal than Spike Kane.
”Maybe I do not feel he needs to be stopped.”
”Then why are you here?”
”I was intrigued with your request. It not everyday that a former pupil of mine asks for the tools needed to take a life.”
"I don’t want his life, Angel, just his career… I just want to stop him.”
”What makes you think anything short of killing him will stop him?”
Rob didn’t have an answer for him. Hope grabbed at her daddy’s leg and pulled herself up. He couldn’t help but smile as he scooped her up into his arms, she was so beautiful.
”Spike has survived worse than you can dish out, Rob.”
”I’ve been known to be pretty bad ass in my day.”
”That was before you had something to lose. Tell me, how does Angela feel about all this?”
Angela hated it, hell, Rob hated it. He didn’t want to hurt Spike, Spike was like a brother to him for so long. They traveled the road together, drank together, lived together, they were closer with each other than they were to anyone else. Rob wanted Spike to be Hope’s godfather the way he was Xander’s. Rob wanted a lot of things but hurting Spike wasn’t one of them.
Once upon a time you were a monster, Rob, you were a true force to be reckoned with but you have since lost that part of yourself. What you are asking of me is not something I can simply teach you. If you want to put a stop to Spike Kane before he hurts anyone else you are going to have to become like him. You will have to be a monster.
He didn’t want to be a monster, that was how this whole damn thing got started. When Spike faced him with a choice between good and evil, Rob chose good. He had to. He couldn’t even begin to imagine a world where this beautiful little girl in his arms thought of him as anything other than her personal superhero.
”I don’t think I can be.”
”Did you see what Spike did to Cross?”
”Of course.”
”He will do that to you and everyone else if you do not stop him. Tell me, if you fail who else will step up?”
Davey Ortega…Mason St. Croix… Alex Jones… He could think of at least a half dozen names that could take on Spike Kane and maybe be able to put a stop to the Empire. But then, could they really? Was it their job? He enabled Spike, he helped him build his Empire, he played the game of chess with him and helped put the entire roster into Check. This was his responsibility.
”No one else should have to.”
For the first time in his career he could feel the tinges of regret, never had he cared about a single one of the people he stepped over to be where he is but never had he held a life in his hands that will some day care about the kind of person he was.
”Tell me how to be a monster again.”
He wondered if she would understand or if she would even forgive him.
”It is easy, everything you care about, forget it. There is only this night, this match, Spike Kane and he must not walk away from this battle, he must not survive.
God he hoped she’d forgive him.
”And here… We… Go.”
The lovely image of Rob an his daughter is replaced by the frozen image of our resident God of Xtreme, his Empire and the bloody mess they left in the ring.
”What could be the final battle between the Empire and the Rebellion is almost upon us.”
We pan back and Rob Diamond stands ever ready, ever vigilant, ever a total ass hole with a brand new Rebellion t-shirt on and a grin plastered across his lips.
”A battle I’m having a real hard time giving a shit about because the only thing I see on the other side of that ring is Spike Kane.”
Rob shrugs.
”Not that I wouldn’t love me a piece of that hot gamer girl he’s got in his corner but I already tapped that ass when she was called Zelda Knite and trust me, the sequel is never better.”
That burning sensation your feeling is the truth.
”I know there’s some people in Spike’s corner, some loyal henchmen looking to take one for the team just in case I or either of my partners get too close but I want you both to know. I’m not here for you or your titles. I don’t care if Killian retains his Man of Steel title or if Gjenrei continues to be king of the vanilla midgets, all I care about is Spike Kane and knocking him a little bit further down that ladder.”
He smirks as he steps in front of Spike’s handi work and we flash back to a few short weeks ago.
”No offense to the Empire but I’ve already beaten you guys and it wasn’t all that hard.”
True story, the image is behind him.
”Then I took the Tag Team titles away from the Empire, ripped them right out of Spike’s hands and try as he might to disregard these belts now, you sure fought pretty fucking hard to keep them all those months with me. Say what you want Spike, you didn’t want to lose these belts anymore than I did, unfortunately what you want means shit to me.”
Flash to the Rebellion as the new tag team champions.
”And now despite your best efforts to keep me away from you I will be standing across the ring from you at Survival of the Fittest, I will have my chance to remove the Imperial Championship from around your waist, a title you made sure I couldn’t win when you gang beat me last month, congrats on that bitch move by the way. Thing is, I’m here asshole and even though I can’t win the Imperial Championship from you, I can sure as hell make sure you don’t walk out with it either.”
“Truth be told my goal is to make sure you don’t walk out at all but we’ll get there, no need to jump ahead. See, this is the beginning of the end Spikey boy. I know you think adding that has been Lance to your ranks after dropping Blade is a step forward but it just shows how goddamn weak of a leader you really are. First you couldn’t get some pompous little prick like Ryan to follow orders, then you had to go ahead and replace him with some washed up sack of wrinkly leather who got choked the fuck out by a hill billy and THEN you still managed to not take me out like you KEEP promising.”
“Still here.”
Seriously he is, just look.
”Your group is falling apart there Mike, before you know it it’s going to be in complete pieces and the only to blame is going to be the dick bag you see in the mirror. But hey, what do I know, I only helped you mastermind the whole thing, I only lived with you on and off for three years, I only know you better than anyone else in the whole world and can see those cracks in your extremely fragile psyche from a mile away but clearly the one NOT calling himself a king when we live in a democracy is the fucking delusional one.”
Yeah right.
”Oh sorry Creed, Gjenrei were you guys under the impression that once your Empire your Empire 4-life? I got news for you two fucking morons, he only thing you are is bodies in front of Spike Kane while he dodges bullet after bullet. I mean ask yourselves this, where the hell are all the other original members of the Empire? Scratch that, where the hell are any of the people that have ever teamed with Spike Kane besides myself and Alex? Scratch that again, where the hell is his fucking family?”
Low blow.
”Every person that cock sucker has ever cared about has either got a knife in the back or just straight up left him for dead and here you two find yourselves between him and me. Well, between him, me and Davey Ortega because that dude has some serious anger issues to work out with old Spikey.”
“Sure, you two may end up being the exception to the beheading rule but I’m telling you right now from experience, you better be goddamn good at following orders or your going to find yourselves at the bottom of a guillotine.”
Rob makes the classic throat cutting motion.
”I’m not going to waste my time running you two down, it’s not worth it and I frankly don’t have a whole lot of bad things to say. Killian Creed has been a man on fire and any other week I’d be looking forward to facing you, same goes for my old friend Gjenrei. The dude is a fucking blast to wrestle. And any other week guys, I’d love to stand here and tell you both why you’re total fucking retards and I’m going to slap the ugly straight out your face but I think we both know that this match is all about Spike and I.”
The image of the Champions fades and we are left with a broken image of the old Infamous banner.
”You’re just bodies to me, faceless fucking sacks of flesh that I will have to deal with as only a minor inconvenience. I’m not going to mince words with either of you, I’m fucking better than you both. I don’t care how many years you spent in jail or in japan, it doesn’t matter if you were wrestling barbed wire or grown men’s penis’, fact of the matter is while the rest of the fucking world had no goddamn idea who either of you were I was making my fucking legend.”
“I am a legend in this business.”
“I’ve been to the top of the mountain, held the world titles, won the awards, got the hall of fame and I did it all before thirty and I WILL do it again. I’m only getting started in IWF but first thing is first and that’s Spike Kane, that’s the Empire and I promise you both I WILL take you down with him if you make me. I WILL make your lives as miserable as I’m going to make his. I WILL leave you broken and begging for death if that is the only option I have left. So do yourselves a favor and shut the fuck up right now.”
The image behind him fades and Rob doesn’t look very happy.
”God forbid I don’t mention the ladies in the match. Jess, I already said what everyone eels is thinking, you’re the poor man’s Zelda Knite and that isn’t your fault. You didn’t ask to be a carbon copy rip off gamer girl with the chipper attitude, that’s just who you are and Simon is just unoriginal enough to pawn off that same old act like we’ve never seen it before.”
“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to drop to my knees and beg to see your tits like every other sex starved fucking loser in IWF? Not going to happen. If you can’t tell I’m not in a particularly good mood this week and while maybe I’m being overly mean I just happen to think it’s important to speak ones mind.”
“So go ahead sexy pants, tell me what you think of me. Insult me, belittle me or do that thing you do where you say exactly the same thing you’ve said in every other promo with a new girl’s name inserted where the last one’s was and pretend like it’s actually a new concept. THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN! You know what I’m going to do the second you’re done talking to me like you matter? I’m going to go wrestle real wrestlers in a real match for a real title that people actually care about because I have moe than five opponents.”
“Suck it.”
In your dreams.
”Guess that leaves Ashley, the who the fuck am I champion?”
Rob just laughs at your insignificant title.
”How does it feel to be the secondary champion in a division with only six possible combinations of matches?”
Probably better before he pointed it out.
”Sorry Ash, what I meant to say was you’re a tough little chick who has really been busting her ass to make it in this man’s world of wrestling and you’re damn impressive. I’m looking forward to not actually sharing the ring with you because we are not allowed to smack a bitch in IWF, however I will cheer very hard for either of my partners if they were to smack you because that’s what I have to do.”
“Better?”
I’m thinking not.
”Look Ash, let’s not waste any damn here, I’m not going to wrestle you, you’re not going to wrestle me, we will in no way effect one another’s time inside that ring so there for even talking to you is actually a waste of time. I’m sure if you had a penis you’d be worth my time and I’m sure if I had a vagina I’d already be the greatest wrestling vagina that ever lived. That being said I’m seriously looking forward to seeing one of my girls lay you flat on your ass simply because you’re on Spike’s team.”
Pretty simple.
”Which brings me back around to Spike. The stories been told brother, the fans know how much we hate each other, so lets not mince words. I’m going to do whatever I have to to see you lose that title. I don’t give a shit who walks out of Survival of the Fittest as champion, could be Davey, could be Mason, doesn’t matter. All I care about si seeing you with nothing left to show for all your hard work, all your betrayals, all your broken promises. All I care about is making sure this is the last time you ever call yourself IWF Imperial Champion.”
“Once I’ve taken your crown, crushed your Empire and left you with less than you started with the real fun begins. Then I take the only thing you’ll have left.”
Wait for it.
”Your fucking career.”
Rob’s home in his room, he’s packing for the weekend, Hope watches from her play pen next to the bed. Rob’s phone goes off on the night stand, he looks over at it.
Angela
He shakes his head as Angel’s words echo in his ears.
”It is easy, everything you care about, forget it.”
He looks at the phone last time before ending the call.
Rob: Go I hope she can forgive me…
Fade.
Rob: Holy shit…
He sat there for a long time just watching a freeze frame of the end of the show, of Spike Kane seemingly relishing in what he has just done. Rob couldn’t believe this was the same man he had called his brother.
Rob: I can’t let this go on… I can’t…
We fade out on Rob staring at the frozen image of Spike Kane. It’s the next day and Rob is back home with his daughter, with his family. Hope is getting bigger all the time, she crawls now and Rob can’t believe it. She’s on the floor dressed up in a little supergirl outfit, scouting her way across the floor toward him. Rob watches her from the couch in just a black tee and jeans. Even though he’s here watching his daughter now his mind lingers on a conversation from the previous week.
”Are you sure you want to do this, Rob?”
”Someone has to stop him, is it going to be you Angel?”
Out of desperation Rob had gone to his former brother in law, Angel Blake, the only man he knew that could be more brutal than Spike Kane.
”Maybe I do not feel he needs to be stopped.”
”Then why are you here?”
”I was intrigued with your request. It not everyday that a former pupil of mine asks for the tools needed to take a life.”
"I don’t want his life, Angel, just his career… I just want to stop him.”
”What makes you think anything short of killing him will stop him?”
Rob didn’t have an answer for him. Hope grabbed at her daddy’s leg and pulled herself up. He couldn’t help but smile as he scooped her up into his arms, she was so beautiful.
”Spike has survived worse than you can dish out, Rob.”
”I’ve been known to be pretty bad ass in my day.”
”That was before you had something to lose. Tell me, how does Angela feel about all this?”
Angela hated it, hell, Rob hated it. He didn’t want to hurt Spike, Spike was like a brother to him for so long. They traveled the road together, drank together, lived together, they were closer with each other than they were to anyone else. Rob wanted Spike to be Hope’s godfather the way he was Xander’s. Rob wanted a lot of things but hurting Spike wasn’t one of them.
Once upon a time you were a monster, Rob, you were a true force to be reckoned with but you have since lost that part of yourself. What you are asking of me is not something I can simply teach you. If you want to put a stop to Spike Kane before he hurts anyone else you are going to have to become like him. You will have to be a monster.
He didn’t want to be a monster, that was how this whole damn thing got started. When Spike faced him with a choice between good and evil, Rob chose good. He had to. He couldn’t even begin to imagine a world where this beautiful little girl in his arms thought of him as anything other than her personal superhero.
”I don’t think I can be.”
”Did you see what Spike did to Cross?”
”Of course.”
”He will do that to you and everyone else if you do not stop him. Tell me, if you fail who else will step up?”
Davey Ortega…Mason St. Croix… Alex Jones… He could think of at least a half dozen names that could take on Spike Kane and maybe be able to put a stop to the Empire. But then, could they really? Was it their job? He enabled Spike, he helped him build his Empire, he played the game of chess with him and helped put the entire roster into Check. This was his responsibility.
”No one else should have to.”
For the first time in his career he could feel the tinges of regret, never had he cared about a single one of the people he stepped over to be where he is but never had he held a life in his hands that will some day care about the kind of person he was.
”Tell me how to be a monster again.”
He wondered if she would understand or if she would even forgive him.
”It is easy, everything you care about, forget it. There is only this night, this match, Spike Kane and he must not walk away from this battle, he must not survive.
God he hoped she’d forgive him.
”And here… We… Go.”
The lovely image of Rob an his daughter is replaced by the frozen image of our resident God of Xtreme, his Empire and the bloody mess they left in the ring.
”What could be the final battle between the Empire and the Rebellion is almost upon us.”
We pan back and Rob Diamond stands ever ready, ever vigilant, ever a total ass hole with a brand new Rebellion t-shirt on and a grin plastered across his lips.
”A battle I’m having a real hard time giving a shit about because the only thing I see on the other side of that ring is Spike Kane.”
Rob shrugs.
”Not that I wouldn’t love me a piece of that hot gamer girl he’s got in his corner but I already tapped that ass when she was called Zelda Knite and trust me, the sequel is never better.”
That burning sensation your feeling is the truth.
”I know there’s some people in Spike’s corner, some loyal henchmen looking to take one for the team just in case I or either of my partners get too close but I want you both to know. I’m not here for you or your titles. I don’t care if Killian retains his Man of Steel title or if Gjenrei continues to be king of the vanilla midgets, all I care about is Spike Kane and knocking him a little bit further down that ladder.”
He smirks as he steps in front of Spike’s handi work and we flash back to a few short weeks ago.
”No offense to the Empire but I’ve already beaten you guys and it wasn’t all that hard.”
True story, the image is behind him.
”Then I took the Tag Team titles away from the Empire, ripped them right out of Spike’s hands and try as he might to disregard these belts now, you sure fought pretty fucking hard to keep them all those months with me. Say what you want Spike, you didn’t want to lose these belts anymore than I did, unfortunately what you want means shit to me.”
Flash to the Rebellion as the new tag team champions.
”And now despite your best efforts to keep me away from you I will be standing across the ring from you at Survival of the Fittest, I will have my chance to remove the Imperial Championship from around your waist, a title you made sure I couldn’t win when you gang beat me last month, congrats on that bitch move by the way. Thing is, I’m here asshole and even though I can’t win the Imperial Championship from you, I can sure as hell make sure you don’t walk out with it either.”
“Truth be told my goal is to make sure you don’t walk out at all but we’ll get there, no need to jump ahead. See, this is the beginning of the end Spikey boy. I know you think adding that has been Lance to your ranks after dropping Blade is a step forward but it just shows how goddamn weak of a leader you really are. First you couldn’t get some pompous little prick like Ryan to follow orders, then you had to go ahead and replace him with some washed up sack of wrinkly leather who got choked the fuck out by a hill billy and THEN you still managed to not take me out like you KEEP promising.”
“Still here.”
Seriously he is, just look.
”Your group is falling apart there Mike, before you know it it’s going to be in complete pieces and the only to blame is going to be the dick bag you see in the mirror. But hey, what do I know, I only helped you mastermind the whole thing, I only lived with you on and off for three years, I only know you better than anyone else in the whole world and can see those cracks in your extremely fragile psyche from a mile away but clearly the one NOT calling himself a king when we live in a democracy is the fucking delusional one.”
Yeah right.
”Oh sorry Creed, Gjenrei were you guys under the impression that once your Empire your Empire 4-life? I got news for you two fucking morons, he only thing you are is bodies in front of Spike Kane while he dodges bullet after bullet. I mean ask yourselves this, where the hell are all the other original members of the Empire? Scratch that, where the hell are any of the people that have ever teamed with Spike Kane besides myself and Alex? Scratch that again, where the hell is his fucking family?”
Low blow.
”Every person that cock sucker has ever cared about has either got a knife in the back or just straight up left him for dead and here you two find yourselves between him and me. Well, between him, me and Davey Ortega because that dude has some serious anger issues to work out with old Spikey.”
“Sure, you two may end up being the exception to the beheading rule but I’m telling you right now from experience, you better be goddamn good at following orders or your going to find yourselves at the bottom of a guillotine.”
Rob makes the classic throat cutting motion.
”I’m not going to waste my time running you two down, it’s not worth it and I frankly don’t have a whole lot of bad things to say. Killian Creed has been a man on fire and any other week I’d be looking forward to facing you, same goes for my old friend Gjenrei. The dude is a fucking blast to wrestle. And any other week guys, I’d love to stand here and tell you both why you’re total fucking retards and I’m going to slap the ugly straight out your face but I think we both know that this match is all about Spike and I.”
The image of the Champions fades and we are left with a broken image of the old Infamous banner.
”You’re just bodies to me, faceless fucking sacks of flesh that I will have to deal with as only a minor inconvenience. I’m not going to mince words with either of you, I’m fucking better than you both. I don’t care how many years you spent in jail or in japan, it doesn’t matter if you were wrestling barbed wire or grown men’s penis’, fact of the matter is while the rest of the fucking world had no goddamn idea who either of you were I was making my fucking legend.”
“I am a legend in this business.”
“I’ve been to the top of the mountain, held the world titles, won the awards, got the hall of fame and I did it all before thirty and I WILL do it again. I’m only getting started in IWF but first thing is first and that’s Spike Kane, that’s the Empire and I promise you both I WILL take you down with him if you make me. I WILL make your lives as miserable as I’m going to make his. I WILL leave you broken and begging for death if that is the only option I have left. So do yourselves a favor and shut the fuck up right now.”
The image behind him fades and Rob doesn’t look very happy.
”God forbid I don’t mention the ladies in the match. Jess, I already said what everyone eels is thinking, you’re the poor man’s Zelda Knite and that isn’t your fault. You didn’t ask to be a carbon copy rip off gamer girl with the chipper attitude, that’s just who you are and Simon is just unoriginal enough to pawn off that same old act like we’ve never seen it before.”
“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to drop to my knees and beg to see your tits like every other sex starved fucking loser in IWF? Not going to happen. If you can’t tell I’m not in a particularly good mood this week and while maybe I’m being overly mean I just happen to think it’s important to speak ones mind.”
“So go ahead sexy pants, tell me what you think of me. Insult me, belittle me or do that thing you do where you say exactly the same thing you’ve said in every other promo with a new girl’s name inserted where the last one’s was and pretend like it’s actually a new concept. THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN! You know what I’m going to do the second you’re done talking to me like you matter? I’m going to go wrestle real wrestlers in a real match for a real title that people actually care about because I have moe than five opponents.”
“Suck it.”
In your dreams.
”Guess that leaves Ashley, the who the fuck am I champion?”
Rob just laughs at your insignificant title.
”How does it feel to be the secondary champion in a division with only six possible combinations of matches?”
Probably better before he pointed it out.
”Sorry Ash, what I meant to say was you’re a tough little chick who has really been busting her ass to make it in this man’s world of wrestling and you’re damn impressive. I’m looking forward to not actually sharing the ring with you because we are not allowed to smack a bitch in IWF, however I will cheer very hard for either of my partners if they were to smack you because that’s what I have to do.”
“Better?”
I’m thinking not.
”Look Ash, let’s not waste any damn here, I’m not going to wrestle you, you’re not going to wrestle me, we will in no way effect one another’s time inside that ring so there for even talking to you is actually a waste of time. I’m sure if you had a penis you’d be worth my time and I’m sure if I had a vagina I’d already be the greatest wrestling vagina that ever lived. That being said I’m seriously looking forward to seeing one of my girls lay you flat on your ass simply because you’re on Spike’s team.”
Pretty simple.
”Which brings me back around to Spike. The stories been told brother, the fans know how much we hate each other, so lets not mince words. I’m going to do whatever I have to to see you lose that title. I don’t give a shit who walks out of Survival of the Fittest as champion, could be Davey, could be Mason, doesn’t matter. All I care about si seeing you with nothing left to show for all your hard work, all your betrayals, all your broken promises. All I care about is making sure this is the last time you ever call yourself IWF Imperial Champion.”
“Once I’ve taken your crown, crushed your Empire and left you with less than you started with the real fun begins. Then I take the only thing you’ll have left.”
Wait for it.
”Your fucking career.”
Rob’s home in his room, he’s packing for the weekend, Hope watches from her play pen next to the bed. Rob’s phone goes off on the night stand, he looks over at it.
Angela
He shakes his head as Angel’s words echo in his ears.
”It is easy, everything you care about, forget it.”
He looks at the phone last time before ending the call.
Rob: Go I hope she can forgive me…
Fade.
Well howdy there pardner.