Post by Gjenrei on Nov 23, 2013 20:18:09 GMT
"I want you all to humor me a moment. I'm under no illusion that the group of you is standing together somewhere, listening to my words while you're taking a break from talking team strategy.You're all far too self centered and entitled to do something that may one day mean something greater than each of you as individuals, but for the sake of arguement, let's pretend that you are. I want you to picture the faces of the people who will be standing beside you this week. Should be easy, as if there's anything I can say about the lot of you, is that your imaginations are in perfect working order, judging by the things that have come out of your mouth in the last few weeks.
They say words are weapons, but the way some of you act it's as though you believe they can fight and win battles for you.
The scale of things as it's stands, is far greater than any of you realize. Sure, "We're going to rise up and stop you!" sounds good coming out of your lips, but it's akin to a child telling his parents that one day he'll discover the cure for cancer, or solve world hunger, or end all war on the planet. Someone who simply means well, but doesn't understand that an undertaking like that is much more than just a simple wish and a smile. None of you simply have the ability to understand what any of this actually means. If you're looking for a reason as to why Cross had to suffer for all your sins, it's simply because you refused to listen, you refused to understand, and you refused to look outside the narrow scope of what you wanted, when you wanted it.
If any of you think this has anything to do with the titles we carry, you can just find the nearest door and exit right now, because frankly, it's not worth the effort to bother educating you.
Taking my title, or Killian's or Spike's, won't actually stop anything. Xavier Cross wasn't crucified by the Imperial Championship, it was Spike's hand that did the deed, thinking that removing the championship from Spike's waist will stop anything he chooses to do, is an arrogant and naive thought. Then again, I look at who will be standing across the ring, and I'm completely unsurprised by this.
Go ahead, pretend this is about championships. Be spoiled rotten children, standing in the background, focusing on someone else's shiney toy rather than the man himself, just waiting for your chance to swoop in and take it. It will prove nothing..
And it will stop nothing.
Wrestling matches are chaos in nature, and chances are, not all of us will walk out with what we have intact, but that won't bring Xavier Cross back from the brink..
Nor will it save the rest of you.
Stop us? You don't even understand what you're getting into, much less have the ability, or the courage to stand up against what you're proclaiming to hate. But don't let me stop you, the anteater doesn't question why the ants line up so perfectly for him at meal time..
He simply takes advantage of their naive and foolish nature, and enjoys dinner.
Line up, little ants. It's seemingly the only thing you are good at."
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{When two people get caught doing things others and society think they should not, there's a few simple truths that emerge. Those who are ashamed of what they do, will deny it, make excuses, beg for forgiveness. Those who are not, will move along as they have, and admit what they have done. There are many ways to assess a person's character, but the easiest would be to catch them with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, and simply watch how they react.
The man in the mask was waiting, as per usual these days, standing against the rental, parked in a perfect spot where he was nigh impossible to see. Except, since the truth was out, he was waiting not to follow the woman, but for her to grace him with her presence. They spent little time together, constantly on the move to prevent any ambushes Cable may set up. He was waiting for Amber, but another female's eyes (well, eye) found him first.}
" You're an awfully hard man to track down these days. Perhaps being "awfully hard" is the reason in and of that itself. "
{Gjenrei turned his head, to find her suddenly standing next to him, her psture mimicking his own, leaning against the rental car. His expression was not one of amusement, but hers was.}
" Oh stop, I'm teasing you. "
" So it would seem. What can I do for you? "
" You can tell me why you're.. how do they say it? Giving her the business? "
{Gjenrei would pass over asking how she knew. He'd known for sometime that she followed him around, probably out of boredom. Such things were easy to figure out if you could read the signs.}
" I don't see how it's any of your business. "
" Maybe I want you to.. "give me the business." "
{This was accompanied by a wink with her good eye, and when Gjenrei's expression didn't change, she lapsed into a giggle.}
" Still don't understand when I'm teasing you. "
{His eyes flicked back to the surroundings to watch out for Amber, or anyone else who may be lurking. Miyoko stretched her lithe body, then fell back to lay on the hood of the rental car.}
" Just don't see what you see in her. She's so.. pale. Sure, she has a pretty face and a killer rack.. though you should probably tell her to keep her pokey friends under control. Wish I had an ass like that... "
{She trailed off, leaning her head to look at him. He didn't appear to be listening, but with Gjenrei, you'd think he didn't care, yet could recite off every word you said, from this conversation, and the last. She watched him carefully a long moment in silence.}
" Do you love me, Kurohito? "
{He turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised under the mask. Her eye stared back at him, her mouth was a slim line. She was serious.}
" In what way? "
" In a... if I asked you to fuck me, right here, would you? kind of way.. "
{This sentence was accentuated by raising her left leg onto the hood of the car. The camera cannot see what's under her short white mini-skirt, but Gjenrei could certainly see what may or may not be under there.}
" Sex has nothing to do with love, and you of all people know that. "
" So when you bent me over my kitchen counter that night a couple weeks ago, it had nothing to do with love? Didn't need to love me to fuck me, or didn't need to fuck me to love me? That sort of thing? "
" I didn't say that. "
" Typical man. Eager to stick it in the warm wet hole, yet backing away when love is mentioned. "
" Think that all you want. You know why I do what I do. My reasons are my own, as are yours. The idea of love by society's standards is much different than anything you or I believe in. "
{Her leg was down now, and she sat up, peering at him with a bemused expression. Any sort of emotion out of him, before or after the mask, was a rare sight, and she could tell that he was getting irritated with the way she was using the views of society to demean him. It was quite funny to her.}
" Do you love her? Or can you still barely stand to be around her? "
" I'm here, aren't I? "
{She laughed, mainly at his ridiculous avoidance of answering the question, while seeming to answer the question.}
" So you are. But I wonder what that means, really... "
{He didn't answer that, and she frankly didn't expect him to. She dropped down onto her feet, and turned to head back from whence she had came.}
" She'll play you, you know.. if she sees fit too... "
{He still said nothing, and she walked away, back into the day. When she was gone, he whispered to himself, as he watched another rental car pull up.}
" Trust me... I know... "
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"So this is what it suppsedly all boils down to, one big final melee to decide whether the Empire rules or falls. The righteous heroes on one side, determined and able to take down the evil villains sitting atop their ivory tower. A classic tale of heroism and good prevailing over evil. I'm sure this one day will be a wonderful tale for all the ages.
Except, this is not story time...
Unlike the heroes, the villains are not mewling children crying foul because bad things happened to them.
And by the end of this night, we shall have made our mark, regardless of any one of us retaining these titles or not. Think the Imperial Championship is the only reason that we're doing this? A belt didn't nail the hand of Xavier Cross to a wooden plank.
If anything, these belts only give us a job security to let us do whatever we feel that we have to, to get the point across. If you don't like it, I suppose you have the ability now to do something about it. But all I hear is a brash chrous of empty threats, broken promises, and a deafening silence that speaks volumes.
You want to stop us, you simply don't know if you can. It's ok, I understand. Fear is a crippling roadblock that prevents even the most talented of men from doing what they want to do.
A man who does what needs to be done, holds no fear.
Guess which side of the line most of you fall on? Deny it all you wish, it doesn't change the truth.
Rob is simply playing the part he feels that he must. Before he found his daughter, before he was thrust into a situation of his feelings for the woman he's seeing now, he was always claiming that he was himself. He was Rob motherloving Diamond, the infamous, the bad "mothertrucker" who would do whatever he felt like to get what he wanted. He and Spike were the badass team to beat, the head of the pack, the alpha dogs in the yard.. and suddenly, that came to a screeching halt.
Because Rob saw something else he wanted, and needed to change tactics to get it. Suddenly, when Cross was there, helpless and waiting for you to nail him, instead of remembering what the purpose was.. you only thought of what "she" would think of you, and your heart fell out the bottom of your chest and into your crotch.
Spike betrayed you? Hardly. In American terms, you put a "hoe" before a "bro". And all the flimsy excuses you can muster won't change the fact that it rang crystal clear that night. You were all for being in the group, until you had to do something she might not approve of, and suddenly it was I can't do this.
If you were any sort of man following your heart, when that night began, you would have backed out. Had you manned up and said, look guys I don't feel I can do this anymore, when it started, we'd of been a little bummed, but understood and respected your courage.
The worst thing you can do to a friend, is tell them you have their back, and then when they turn to you for help, you turn and walk away.
Then there's another fake hero...
I could make jokes about St. Croix, clearly a french name, but to be honest, I frankly don't think a man's origins matter. I just find it humorous about the rumor mill, stating that he thought for a second he was going to be the one to stop us. Guess it was all just talk..
I thought soldiers were made of sterner stuff.
Uh oh, there I go, I've "disrespected" a military veteran. I'm going to get it now. Mason is going to come out on fire like he's all piss and vinegar and rip my poor little head off for what I said. Forget honor and fairness, now it's all about vengeance, right Mason? Disrespect one and you disrespect us all blah blah blah blah blah...
Honestly, I thought the American military was made up of heroes, Army of one types, who rushed to the aid of the helpless even against overwhelming odds or firepower. Every man who stood under that flag was prepared to give everything he could, whenever it was needed.
Well, you said you were going to stop us. Xavier Cross "needed" you, and you were nowhere to be found.
So forgive me for seeming "disrespectful", it's simply because I can't hide my disappointment in you. You can hate me for the things I say, but until you show real courage, all you are to me is a dog, barking at the end of it's leash. If you really meant any of the things you said, or supposedly stand for, we'd of had two victims that night, and even though it might have ended badly for you, you'd of had no regrets on the matter, because that was what you believed in.
Clearly, you no longer believe in the false dream they sold you. No longer a believer in the brotherhood, which is supposed to include all citizens. You can't accomplish goals on a false premise, nor can you hope to stop the Juggernaut that is the Empire if you think you can pick and choose which battles are worth fighting.
Because we'll simply bring the fight to you, before you're ready to handle it. And then, your sad little game is over before it even began.
Cross was the first, it seems we have plenty of guys lining up trying to be number 2.
It's said that the line between brilliance and insanity is a thin one at best. That thinking different than the norm is what drives people to believe themselves to be more enlightened, better, a cut above the average man.
Davey Ortega would have you believe he walks that line every day. Then again, most men who spend their days hiding away from the world, using social media to echo his chrous of threats and ultimatums. Using the mystique of it all to try and anger or dissuade the people he hates from the path they've chosen.
I'm sorry, Ortega, we don't lack the conviction needed. Nice try, but then again, that's what you seem to be good at, isn't it?
I've heard the stories, from Spike and Lance, from your own mouth. Oh, the genius Davey Ortega, how he plots and waits, how one day he'll actually come out of the woodwork and do something about all the people who have wronged him.
Sing the same song for years Davey, it loses it's tune rather sharply.
You've had a plethora of chances to actually do something. But you haven't. I don't buy the biding your time excuse, because frankly, if this was what you're waiting for, you clearly aren't as smart as you think you are.
Spike Kane without the Imperial Championship is still Spike Kane. Losing the title won't mean the shift in power, it's simply a toy for the kids to play with. Something we keep out of their reach because they put so much emphasis on it, it frustrates them to no end that a man they don't want to possess it, in fact, does.
Frankly, I grow weary of these children trying to get involved in our projects. I know you're thinking that you might get to sit at the grown up table at Thanksgiving this year if you keep pretending you're a big boy now, but it's a little sad to watch. You can just sit and watch all you like Davey, just wake me when you're actually about ready to do something, and don't be surprised when we've already seen it coming, planned for it, and shut it down before it gets off the ground.
And then you can go back to the dark world of Twitter and talk about how vengeance will eventually be coming.
Whatever suits you. It's almost as sad as that other guy who continues to talk about how "we're always watching"..
Nobody cares. Because unless you're prepared to do something to stop the storm..
You just get blown away.
This will be no different.
We've already proven we're the fittest... all you can do is try to survive.
If we let you."
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Later
{Gjenrei was meditating after a long training session, prepping his mind after prepping his body. A door halfway across the gym opened, and in strode the Imperial Champion himself, Spike Kane. His eyes scanned over the semi full gym, and finally spotting the man in the mask, strode purposefully over towards him. A few people recognized Spike, but his serious demeanor prevented the rush of fans and admirers.}
" There you are. Want to give me a heads up as to what the hell is going on? "
" I assume you're referring to me, Cable, and Amber. "
" To put it mildly, yes. "
" I am not sure precisely what you are confused about. "
" Where the members of my team are at? Apparently, this whole Amber things has you two fit to murder one another. "
" I believe it's more one sided than that. "
" Come again? "
" Cable seeks vengeance because he feels he has been wronged. That is how he feels, then that is what he will do. I have not been wronged at all, nor do I feel I have done anything wrong. If he wishes to come after me for this, so be it. I will fight him, as a man to another man. However, as you are concerned, I think we are still on the same page in helping the Empire move forward. That, is something you have to clarify with him, though. "
{Spike stared hard at the man in the mask, and the eyes behind the mask stared right back at him. Spike shrugged, and shook his head.}
" You fucked the man's girl, I can't see how you can say you've done nothing wrong. "
" You clearly don't know Amber as well as you think you do. "
{Spike raised an eyebrow quizzically, but Gjenrei offered him nothing more. Spike exhaled, again offering another shake of his head.}
" You guys want to kill each other? Fine. As long as it doesn't interfere with Empire business, you can do whatever you want on your own free time. "
" I can assure you, as far as I am concerned, it will not. I cannot say the same for him. "
" Good.. "
{There was an uncomfortable silence. Spike unsure how to proceed, and Gjenrei not possessing any sort of comforting words, as is his nature.}
" I would like to ask something of you. "
" What's that? "
" Should it come down to it, stay out of it. "
" I can't just let you two.. "
" You can, and you should, Spike. This is a matter of honor, and I will not allow anyone to intervene. Neither will he. "
{Spike looked as if he wanted to say something, but didn't.}
" The best way to allow brothers to vent their frustrations, is to let them have it out. "
{Spike smirked, then shook his head with a chuckle. He took a seat next to the man in the mask, and cracked open one of the bottles of spring water in the vicinity.}
" If you say so... So.. if you don't mind me asking, what's she like in bed? "
" The same as she is out of it... "
" And that means, Mr. Fortune cookie? "
" ....A wildcat. "
" ....Nice. "
They say words are weapons, but the way some of you act it's as though you believe they can fight and win battles for you.
The scale of things as it's stands, is far greater than any of you realize. Sure, "We're going to rise up and stop you!" sounds good coming out of your lips, but it's akin to a child telling his parents that one day he'll discover the cure for cancer, or solve world hunger, or end all war on the planet. Someone who simply means well, but doesn't understand that an undertaking like that is much more than just a simple wish and a smile. None of you simply have the ability to understand what any of this actually means. If you're looking for a reason as to why Cross had to suffer for all your sins, it's simply because you refused to listen, you refused to understand, and you refused to look outside the narrow scope of what you wanted, when you wanted it.
If any of you think this has anything to do with the titles we carry, you can just find the nearest door and exit right now, because frankly, it's not worth the effort to bother educating you.
Taking my title, or Killian's or Spike's, won't actually stop anything. Xavier Cross wasn't crucified by the Imperial Championship, it was Spike's hand that did the deed, thinking that removing the championship from Spike's waist will stop anything he chooses to do, is an arrogant and naive thought. Then again, I look at who will be standing across the ring, and I'm completely unsurprised by this.
Go ahead, pretend this is about championships. Be spoiled rotten children, standing in the background, focusing on someone else's shiney toy rather than the man himself, just waiting for your chance to swoop in and take it. It will prove nothing..
And it will stop nothing.
Wrestling matches are chaos in nature, and chances are, not all of us will walk out with what we have intact, but that won't bring Xavier Cross back from the brink..
Nor will it save the rest of you.
Stop us? You don't even understand what you're getting into, much less have the ability, or the courage to stand up against what you're proclaiming to hate. But don't let me stop you, the anteater doesn't question why the ants line up so perfectly for him at meal time..
He simply takes advantage of their naive and foolish nature, and enjoys dinner.
Line up, little ants. It's seemingly the only thing you are good at."
-----------------------------------
{When two people get caught doing things others and society think they should not, there's a few simple truths that emerge. Those who are ashamed of what they do, will deny it, make excuses, beg for forgiveness. Those who are not, will move along as they have, and admit what they have done. There are many ways to assess a person's character, but the easiest would be to catch them with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, and simply watch how they react.
The man in the mask was waiting, as per usual these days, standing against the rental, parked in a perfect spot where he was nigh impossible to see. Except, since the truth was out, he was waiting not to follow the woman, but for her to grace him with her presence. They spent little time together, constantly on the move to prevent any ambushes Cable may set up. He was waiting for Amber, but another female's eyes (well, eye) found him first.}
" You're an awfully hard man to track down these days. Perhaps being "awfully hard" is the reason in and of that itself. "
{Gjenrei turned his head, to find her suddenly standing next to him, her psture mimicking his own, leaning against the rental car. His expression was not one of amusement, but hers was.}
" Oh stop, I'm teasing you. "
" So it would seem. What can I do for you? "
" You can tell me why you're.. how do they say it? Giving her the business? "
{Gjenrei would pass over asking how she knew. He'd known for sometime that she followed him around, probably out of boredom. Such things were easy to figure out if you could read the signs.}
" I don't see how it's any of your business. "
" Maybe I want you to.. "give me the business." "
{This was accompanied by a wink with her good eye, and when Gjenrei's expression didn't change, she lapsed into a giggle.}
" Still don't understand when I'm teasing you. "
{His eyes flicked back to the surroundings to watch out for Amber, or anyone else who may be lurking. Miyoko stretched her lithe body, then fell back to lay on the hood of the rental car.}
" Just don't see what you see in her. She's so.. pale. Sure, she has a pretty face and a killer rack.. though you should probably tell her to keep her pokey friends under control. Wish I had an ass like that... "
{She trailed off, leaning her head to look at him. He didn't appear to be listening, but with Gjenrei, you'd think he didn't care, yet could recite off every word you said, from this conversation, and the last. She watched him carefully a long moment in silence.}
" Do you love me, Kurohito? "
{He turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised under the mask. Her eye stared back at him, her mouth was a slim line. She was serious.}
" In what way? "
" In a... if I asked you to fuck me, right here, would you? kind of way.. "
{This sentence was accentuated by raising her left leg onto the hood of the car. The camera cannot see what's under her short white mini-skirt, but Gjenrei could certainly see what may or may not be under there.}
" Sex has nothing to do with love, and you of all people know that. "
" So when you bent me over my kitchen counter that night a couple weeks ago, it had nothing to do with love? Didn't need to love me to fuck me, or didn't need to fuck me to love me? That sort of thing? "
" I didn't say that. "
" Typical man. Eager to stick it in the warm wet hole, yet backing away when love is mentioned. "
" Think that all you want. You know why I do what I do. My reasons are my own, as are yours. The idea of love by society's standards is much different than anything you or I believe in. "
{Her leg was down now, and she sat up, peering at him with a bemused expression. Any sort of emotion out of him, before or after the mask, was a rare sight, and she could tell that he was getting irritated with the way she was using the views of society to demean him. It was quite funny to her.}
" Do you love her? Or can you still barely stand to be around her? "
" I'm here, aren't I? "
{She laughed, mainly at his ridiculous avoidance of answering the question, while seeming to answer the question.}
" So you are. But I wonder what that means, really... "
{He didn't answer that, and she frankly didn't expect him to. She dropped down onto her feet, and turned to head back from whence she had came.}
" She'll play you, you know.. if she sees fit too... "
{He still said nothing, and she walked away, back into the day. When she was gone, he whispered to himself, as he watched another rental car pull up.}
" Trust me... I know... "
-------------------------------
"So this is what it suppsedly all boils down to, one big final melee to decide whether the Empire rules or falls. The righteous heroes on one side, determined and able to take down the evil villains sitting atop their ivory tower. A classic tale of heroism and good prevailing over evil. I'm sure this one day will be a wonderful tale for all the ages.
Except, this is not story time...
Unlike the heroes, the villains are not mewling children crying foul because bad things happened to them.
And by the end of this night, we shall have made our mark, regardless of any one of us retaining these titles or not. Think the Imperial Championship is the only reason that we're doing this? A belt didn't nail the hand of Xavier Cross to a wooden plank.
If anything, these belts only give us a job security to let us do whatever we feel that we have to, to get the point across. If you don't like it, I suppose you have the ability now to do something about it. But all I hear is a brash chrous of empty threats, broken promises, and a deafening silence that speaks volumes.
You want to stop us, you simply don't know if you can. It's ok, I understand. Fear is a crippling roadblock that prevents even the most talented of men from doing what they want to do.
A man who does what needs to be done, holds no fear.
Guess which side of the line most of you fall on? Deny it all you wish, it doesn't change the truth.
Rob is simply playing the part he feels that he must. Before he found his daughter, before he was thrust into a situation of his feelings for the woman he's seeing now, he was always claiming that he was himself. He was Rob motherloving Diamond, the infamous, the bad "mothertrucker" who would do whatever he felt like to get what he wanted. He and Spike were the badass team to beat, the head of the pack, the alpha dogs in the yard.. and suddenly, that came to a screeching halt.
Because Rob saw something else he wanted, and needed to change tactics to get it. Suddenly, when Cross was there, helpless and waiting for you to nail him, instead of remembering what the purpose was.. you only thought of what "she" would think of you, and your heart fell out the bottom of your chest and into your crotch.
Spike betrayed you? Hardly. In American terms, you put a "hoe" before a "bro". And all the flimsy excuses you can muster won't change the fact that it rang crystal clear that night. You were all for being in the group, until you had to do something she might not approve of, and suddenly it was I can't do this.
If you were any sort of man following your heart, when that night began, you would have backed out. Had you manned up and said, look guys I don't feel I can do this anymore, when it started, we'd of been a little bummed, but understood and respected your courage.
The worst thing you can do to a friend, is tell them you have their back, and then when they turn to you for help, you turn and walk away.
Then there's another fake hero...
I could make jokes about St. Croix, clearly a french name, but to be honest, I frankly don't think a man's origins matter. I just find it humorous about the rumor mill, stating that he thought for a second he was going to be the one to stop us. Guess it was all just talk..
I thought soldiers were made of sterner stuff.
Uh oh, there I go, I've "disrespected" a military veteran. I'm going to get it now. Mason is going to come out on fire like he's all piss and vinegar and rip my poor little head off for what I said. Forget honor and fairness, now it's all about vengeance, right Mason? Disrespect one and you disrespect us all blah blah blah blah blah...
Honestly, I thought the American military was made up of heroes, Army of one types, who rushed to the aid of the helpless even against overwhelming odds or firepower. Every man who stood under that flag was prepared to give everything he could, whenever it was needed.
Well, you said you were going to stop us. Xavier Cross "needed" you, and you were nowhere to be found.
So forgive me for seeming "disrespectful", it's simply because I can't hide my disappointment in you. You can hate me for the things I say, but until you show real courage, all you are to me is a dog, barking at the end of it's leash. If you really meant any of the things you said, or supposedly stand for, we'd of had two victims that night, and even though it might have ended badly for you, you'd of had no regrets on the matter, because that was what you believed in.
Clearly, you no longer believe in the false dream they sold you. No longer a believer in the brotherhood, which is supposed to include all citizens. You can't accomplish goals on a false premise, nor can you hope to stop the Juggernaut that is the Empire if you think you can pick and choose which battles are worth fighting.
Because we'll simply bring the fight to you, before you're ready to handle it. And then, your sad little game is over before it even began.
Cross was the first, it seems we have plenty of guys lining up trying to be number 2.
It's said that the line between brilliance and insanity is a thin one at best. That thinking different than the norm is what drives people to believe themselves to be more enlightened, better, a cut above the average man.
Davey Ortega would have you believe he walks that line every day. Then again, most men who spend their days hiding away from the world, using social media to echo his chrous of threats and ultimatums. Using the mystique of it all to try and anger or dissuade the people he hates from the path they've chosen.
I'm sorry, Ortega, we don't lack the conviction needed. Nice try, but then again, that's what you seem to be good at, isn't it?
I've heard the stories, from Spike and Lance, from your own mouth. Oh, the genius Davey Ortega, how he plots and waits, how one day he'll actually come out of the woodwork and do something about all the people who have wronged him.
Sing the same song for years Davey, it loses it's tune rather sharply.
You've had a plethora of chances to actually do something. But you haven't. I don't buy the biding your time excuse, because frankly, if this was what you're waiting for, you clearly aren't as smart as you think you are.
Spike Kane without the Imperial Championship is still Spike Kane. Losing the title won't mean the shift in power, it's simply a toy for the kids to play with. Something we keep out of their reach because they put so much emphasis on it, it frustrates them to no end that a man they don't want to possess it, in fact, does.
Frankly, I grow weary of these children trying to get involved in our projects. I know you're thinking that you might get to sit at the grown up table at Thanksgiving this year if you keep pretending you're a big boy now, but it's a little sad to watch. You can just sit and watch all you like Davey, just wake me when you're actually about ready to do something, and don't be surprised when we've already seen it coming, planned for it, and shut it down before it gets off the ground.
And then you can go back to the dark world of Twitter and talk about how vengeance will eventually be coming.
Whatever suits you. It's almost as sad as that other guy who continues to talk about how "we're always watching"..
Nobody cares. Because unless you're prepared to do something to stop the storm..
You just get blown away.
This will be no different.
We've already proven we're the fittest... all you can do is try to survive.
If we let you."
--------------------------------
Later
{Gjenrei was meditating after a long training session, prepping his mind after prepping his body. A door halfway across the gym opened, and in strode the Imperial Champion himself, Spike Kane. His eyes scanned over the semi full gym, and finally spotting the man in the mask, strode purposefully over towards him. A few people recognized Spike, but his serious demeanor prevented the rush of fans and admirers.}
" There you are. Want to give me a heads up as to what the hell is going on? "
" I assume you're referring to me, Cable, and Amber. "
" To put it mildly, yes. "
" I am not sure precisely what you are confused about. "
" Where the members of my team are at? Apparently, this whole Amber things has you two fit to murder one another. "
" I believe it's more one sided than that. "
" Come again? "
" Cable seeks vengeance because he feels he has been wronged. That is how he feels, then that is what he will do. I have not been wronged at all, nor do I feel I have done anything wrong. If he wishes to come after me for this, so be it. I will fight him, as a man to another man. However, as you are concerned, I think we are still on the same page in helping the Empire move forward. That, is something you have to clarify with him, though. "
{Spike stared hard at the man in the mask, and the eyes behind the mask stared right back at him. Spike shrugged, and shook his head.}
" You fucked the man's girl, I can't see how you can say you've done nothing wrong. "
" You clearly don't know Amber as well as you think you do. "
{Spike raised an eyebrow quizzically, but Gjenrei offered him nothing more. Spike exhaled, again offering another shake of his head.}
" You guys want to kill each other? Fine. As long as it doesn't interfere with Empire business, you can do whatever you want on your own free time. "
" I can assure you, as far as I am concerned, it will not. I cannot say the same for him. "
" Good.. "
{There was an uncomfortable silence. Spike unsure how to proceed, and Gjenrei not possessing any sort of comforting words, as is his nature.}
" I would like to ask something of you. "
" What's that? "
" Should it come down to it, stay out of it. "
" I can't just let you two.. "
" You can, and you should, Spike. This is a matter of honor, and I will not allow anyone to intervene. Neither will he. "
{Spike looked as if he wanted to say something, but didn't.}
" The best way to allow brothers to vent their frustrations, is to let them have it out. "
{Spike smirked, then shook his head with a chuckle. He took a seat next to the man in the mask, and cracked open one of the bottles of spring water in the vicinity.}
" If you say so... So.. if you don't mind me asking, what's she like in bed? "
" The same as she is out of it... "
" And that means, Mr. Fortune cookie? "
" ....A wildcat. "
" ....Nice. "
Well howdy there pardner.