Post by Davey Ortega on Nov 24, 2013 17:34:06 GMT
The scene opens in a mostly abandoned strip mall. The parking lot has a few cars centered around one building, the only remaining building in the desolate lot. Soon a limousine pulls into view, parking close the building. Davey Ortega gets out of the back, with Cass following behind. Jason gets out opposite of them. Davey looks around, genuinely unimpressed with what he sees.
Davey: What is this?
Jason: The law office of Silas Carp. I went ahead and phoned him, he seemed eager to take your case and lucky for us he had been following along with the media.
Jason walks towards the building. Cass begins to smile walking past Davey
Cass: This is what you get when you fire an elite New York law firm.
Davey: How was I supposed to know premier lawyers had a black ball list?
Cass continues toward the building with Davey reluctantly following. They all three arrive at the front door, Jason reaching out grabbing onto the handle pulling it open. The first thing Davey notices is a distinct aroma that creeps up his nostrils. The stench of people. The waiting room is full of them, people with neck braces and casts on their arms. Jason goes to the secretary to let her know who is here. She quickly calls her boss, and within seconds she gives the go ahead to go. Jason turns to Cass and Davey, signaling them to follow as he walks a few feet to the right opening the office door of Silas Carp. The office walls have news articles of various Carp wins, along with a few degrees from less than ivy league schools. The man from behind the desk quickly walks over to the three that our entering. He has a smile on his face and his hand is stretched out, taking Daveys hand shaking it with confidence.
Silas: Mr. Ortega, it is an honor. Truly, I am a fan. Wish we could of met under more sociable circumstances but hey, whatever works right?
Silas lets go of his grip, freeing Daveys hand as he motions them to sit down, and make themselves comfortable as he heads back behind his desk, sitting in his chair.
Silas: After your associate called I took the liberty of contacting the plaintiffs, all fifty of them. I don't have the resources of a big city firm, but what I lack in funds I make up for in ingenuity.
Davey: Please tell me you have a way to settle all this.
Silas: In a way, yes. Though to be honest, at first they wanted your head on a silver platter. It took quite a bit of convincing to get them to agree to this. I think your going to like it, drum roll please. They have agreed too twenty thousand each, and a public apology.
Cass: I gets that's better than the casino being razzed.
Davey: No deal.
Cass: What?
Silas: Mr. Ortega, this is a great deal.
Davey: For me.
Silas: I...well yes. Maybe your confused, Mr. Ortega. I am not one of those big city shysters out to line his own pocket. I am for my client..which is you. And this is the best deal I could get for you.
Davey: Mr. Carp, I do not need you to explain lawyering 101 to me. I'm aware it's a god deal...generous really. Generous to me. I assaulted those people, and I shouldn't get off with a slap on the wrist.
Silas: I have several members of your security staff saying that you gave them a warning an ample time to vacate your premises.
Davey: If I tell you in three seconds I'm going to slap you and then do it who as at fault?
Silas: ....Well, you are.
Davey: Exactly. I could of spelled no trespassing in the sky with fireworks and those protesters would of kept right on protesting. They would of stood their ground for something they believe in and instead of commending them, I punished them. I gave the order to make it rain, heard their screams and I knew that they would never forget that day. I may not be able to help them forget, but I can give them a new experience to treasure.
Silas: What do you have in mind?
Davey: Something big. A charitable extravaganza like none other. I want to give them a night at my casino, a huge gala too raise money to help eliminate medical bills, rent, any and all wages lost due to what happened.
Silas: It's going to be near impossible to get them to agree to return to the scene of the crime. Plus you are talking about throwing about some serious moolah, I'm not sure even you could bankroll this event.
Davey: I have my connections. I am friends with Donald Trump.
Silas: One name drop and I'm filled with confidence. Alright I will make the calls and do my best, though I have to say I think most of them are going to be suspicious.
Davey: That's the point. People should be entering this situation weary, eyebrows raised not knowing what's going to happen next. I want them entering with an uneasy feeling because I want all those suspicions put to rest when they leave that night with ample funds to live the rest of their lives. My casino can be a beacon of light after that night, a bastion for all to come and know they are no longer just dollar signs to the wily genius. I'm not looking to make all of this go away quietly, I want to become something better because of it.
Silas: Alright, Mr. Ortega. I will begin making the phone calls, though I am not to sure how long this will take.
Davey: That's fine. I have lingering business to attend to in Las Vegas as it is.
Silas: Ah, yes. One of your companions sent me some paperwork regarding the property you are seeking. It's going to take some tricky...
Davey: Stop. I don't need your help on this endeavor.
Silas: Well with all due respect you kind of due. If this information is correct than the company would default to her.
Davey: I know. The information is correct, and I have my inside source diligently at work with in those walls. Trust me this will not escalate to the point of legal defense.
Silas: Sounds a bit underhanded for someone trying to be ''better''
Davey: I'm a complicated man, something you will learn the more you work for me.
Silas: Silas Carp, lawyer to the genius of IWF.
Davey rolls his eyes as he gets up from the chair, walking towards the door opening it and leaving the law office of Silas Carp.
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Last Monday night will be a night forever cemented in history. It will live on in infamy, and everyone watching will be able to recall where they were that fateful night. The Crucifixion of Xavier Cross.
Xavier, while you are laying in your hospital bed, clinging to life I only hope you can hear me. And if you can I want you to concentrate on my voice, don't question anything just listen. What happened to you last night, I'm sad to say, was just another notch on Spike Kane's belt. I'm sorry to be so blunt but I have no time for hand holding, you see my hand has been forced. You need to know that my actions in the coming months are going to directly affect you. You and everyone Spike Kane has wronged in the past, everyone he has forced into early retirement or ran out of a company. For so long I competed under the guise of his victim wanting redemption. Saying that I am here for one thing and one thing only, and that was a win over Spike Kane. I wanted to transform from victim to redeemed contender and make true head way to my much deserved legacy. The legacy I wanted to leave in nCw. I had selfish reasons that changed only a few weeks ago. Reasons morphed by my visit to the nCw Hall of Fame, where I stood before the portrait of our current IWF champ and I could hear them, Xavier. I could here everyone he wronged in unimaginable ways begging, screaming for someone to hear them and avenge them. To stand up to the man who long dominated their lives and finally break the ties that bind. Topple the God who torments them by effectively ending him...or die trying. That day I became more then just another victim I became the victim, the impossible genius who came back after five years of obscurity.
I am The Voice of His Victims.
And I will speak for you too when the time comes. I will avenge you and I will do everything in my power to build IWF up to better heights, higher then even a God can imagine. Until then you just hold on because I want you to see an IWF free of Spike Kane, free of having to obey the whim of an egomaniac who has far been left unchecked.
Killian Creed and Gjenrei, you two enable him to go unchecked. You allow him to roam about doing what ever he pleases because he has you two, Cable Arcane and Lance Ryan on a leash. Ready to attack at a moments notice because he rewards you when you enforce his will. For so long I said I was after the puppet master but now I'm thinking it's time to put down the dogs. It would be a lot easier to achieve my endgame if I didn't have to worry about his minions lurking about. This week I have my chance to do just that, and I plan on taking full advantage. I can't afford to overlook the two of you, to stumble early and blow this rare opportunity, especially given the reason you two are in this match.
Champions, the best in your division. Gjengrei the champion of the high flyers. Killian Creed the newly crowned Man of Steel Champion. The roughest, toughest brawler in this whole company. I stand here now telling you I know who you are, and I respect what you have done in your careers. I know you are going to fight to protect your leader because that is your role. The two of you have been placed in this match not just because you are champions, but because Spike Kane made you champions. Killian your good, but three names come to mind that deserved the shot more than you. In fact one them is yours truly, I never got my one on one shot with Blade that everyone was whispering about. Your leader made sure the powers that be pushed you to the top so the gold could stay under his power. He made sure his advantage was securely in place heading into the Extinction Event knowing he will be facing old and new enemies.
And now heading into the inaugural Extinction Event you two will be defending your titles for the very first time, and there is no preparation for this match because all eyes, at least for the early goings, will be on the two of you. Before I can fully focus on Spike I have to remove you two from the match, no easy task but given who my team mates are I think we can manage. By the way my team mates are hungry, hungry for the gold that The Empire has held for so long. Hell I myself wouldn't mind carrying the extra weight if it means I get certain perks. Though to be honest I would tap out Killian Creed just for fun.
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The scene opens inside Davey's office. He is facing his desk, gazing at his Hall of Fame portrait, the one he stole from nCw. The door opens slightly as Cass pokes her head, though Davey doesn't move. She slips in, closing the door behind her walking up beside her boss. She lays some papers on his desk, and begins the motions to say something to Davey, who has yet to acknowledge her presence. She falters, and like so many others before she decides it's best to keep her questions to herself as she turns around walking toward the door.
Davey: Do you think this should exist?
Cass stops, turning around, not to sure what to say. She walks up beside him once more.
Davey: This is..or was...once apart of a select few. nCw stood for seven years I think, and in that time some of the most remarkable and unremarkable people made their claim to greatness. Some able cement their place in the pantheon, others falling just short. I was one of the last to be inducted, which is ironic since Lance Ryan was the very first. I always thought that back in the early days it was really just a coin flip one which one of us would be the breakout star.
Davey turns to look at Cass.
Davey: I skipped my own induction. I ran because I didn't want to be reminded that it was all for show. A career of could beens and should ofs forever enshrined was not something I wanted to endorse. So I ran, I ran until I ended up staring right at it, and that is when I decided to stop running.
Cass: Well, then yes. I think this should exist. If this is what causes you to face your demons head on.
Davey: My demon will be waiting for me this Monday.
Cass: One of your demons will. One of many. Ever since you went to that place you have been changing. I have seen you fire people and just swagger off, unconcerned with how you have altered their lives. Though when you walked away that day on the roof, it was different. You looked conflicted...you couldn't just walk away, could you? That's why you want to make amends with all of them. Not only are you changing but you are accepting that you are. Making real steps toward something different...something better than the man they immortalized in that picture.
Davey: I can feel it. A stirring inside me, something awakening for the first time in so very long. I have kept people at a distance for so long, masquerading as an unstable genius who only looks out for himself. It's that short sightedness that played a factor that night, six years ago. I didn't care about anyone then, I was fighting for an empty cause. Now that my second chance approaches I know that I am fighting for more than my redemption, I'm fighting for something I never thought in a all my life I would...could represent. I'm fighting for hope.
Cass looks at Davey as their eyes lock, only for a few seconds before they both look at the picture as the scene fades out.
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We have arrived.
It took awhile for the stars to align, for people to realize they simply could not fight the inevitable. When I first stepped foot in IWF I made it clear that I wasn't here for titles, or the main event, or top spot on the montage that appears before every Sacrifice. I was here to make a man pay for his transgressions against me. Champion not champion I didn't care...and still don't.
I was and am here for one man...Spike fucking Kane.
Spike you have been ruling over IWF with an iron fist, your own version of my Empire at your beck and call. You have toppled every adversary in your way, squashed any light that may of shown the way out from under your thumb. Just recently you have started crucifying the ones who stand against you. Yes, you created a martyr in Xavier Cross. You make your jokes and proudly stand there on your soapbox, making sure everyone knows you did it and why. Yet it seems that you have underestimated the true power of martyrdom. You think people will think of that night and know only fear. Fear of you and what you may do to them if they step out of line, if they dare attempt to fill his shoes. I will always look back at that day and know that was the day i stopped being selfish.
I watched as you hammered nails into the hands of Xavier Cross, doing it with more than pride. Almost like you had a since of entitlement, that you firmly believed you should have the power to decide ones fate. The God of Xtreme living up to his name once more as everyone stood witness. That act reminded me of a quote, a quote I had shrugged off years ago but managed too linger.
''The only thing necessary for the triumph of Evil is for Good men to do nothing.''
I had to look deep within myself and ask myself could I watch you do this again? Could I look on as you destroy another innocent person or would I do the one thing no one expects? To be honest it didn't take long, maybe thats because I was being properly motivated as I heard the screams of pain. I decided to never again just sit idly by while you, or anyone for that matter thinks they can play God and drastically change the course of a mans life. I may not of been able to save Xavier but I can damn well make sure you are never able to commit such an act again.
I can stop the endless line of bodies that line up claiming they are the one. The one to dethrone the dominate champion because they possess some intangible factor that you can not fight against. It's the same story every time, the only thing to change is the name of the would be contender. Six years ago it was my name in that blank space across from yours. You may not have crucified me but let me assure you there is something debilitating about entering in the Dragons Den, facing The God of Xtreme in his natural habitat is just as dangerous as being hung from a cross.
That is what makes me so dangerous Spike, surviving the Dragons Den. Surviving the fact that you tried your hardest, put your best foot forward to end my career there and then. You threw everything you had at me including fire and all you managed to do, was fundamentally change me. When you are out there, in that ring and you are face to face with me I want you look into my eyes. I want you to look deep until you see it, the fire and rage that has burned for years that you started. You caused the spark that has slowly consumed me. Taken everything I was until there was one thing left, the need for redemption.
You hold the key to that Spike, I know what I need to do in order to permanently rise above the rumors and typecasts. You hit the nail on the head when you said this was personal, this is so personal to me because I'm not looking for your title. The entire point of this match is to make the champions defend their titles against the cream of the crop here in nCw. Looking at me team I do predict more than one title will change hands that night but I'm not looking to leave with anything except your head Spike. Everyone knows that even if you lose your Imperial title you will still be running IWF, it wasn't the title that drove you to do what you did to Cross all the title did was give you the opportunity to do so.
I'm going to eliminate the Kane threat, unseating you from the Empire in the process and then I am going to dissolve it. I am going to make you and the Empire landmarks when I end the Spike Kane era, making you relics from darker times in IWF history. I'm not content with chastising you, forcing you to look at the travesties you have committed, no...you need a much more humbling experience. A five year humbling experience. You need to know what it's like to get up everyday and question yourself, asking if you really think you can ever get back into the ring after the outright fury I am going to unleash.
Rob Diamond wants to end your career, be the hero of the day but you, me...and deep down even Rob knows that he may try valiantly but in the end he will fall. He will fall because he has mixed feelings for you. Bro one moment, arch nemesis the next. As a master manipulator I know you will play on those faint feelings, tug at the loosely attached heart string causing him to lose focus, to take his eye off the prize.
No heart strings here, Spike. No feelings of friendship. To be outright honest with you I will smile the biggest smile one the day of your death. I hate you, I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone in my life and it is that hate that drives me, drives me to be better than you. I know I have dark motivations but for the first time they will be put into the right channels because IWF needs me. Now more then ever they need someone who you can not manipulate, someone who has no family you can take...no friend to assault...no wife to hit on. Just me.
I'm waiting...
Allons-y!
Davey: What is this?
Jason: The law office of Silas Carp. I went ahead and phoned him, he seemed eager to take your case and lucky for us he had been following along with the media.
Jason walks towards the building. Cass begins to smile walking past Davey
Cass: This is what you get when you fire an elite New York law firm.
Davey: How was I supposed to know premier lawyers had a black ball list?
Cass continues toward the building with Davey reluctantly following. They all three arrive at the front door, Jason reaching out grabbing onto the handle pulling it open. The first thing Davey notices is a distinct aroma that creeps up his nostrils. The stench of people. The waiting room is full of them, people with neck braces and casts on their arms. Jason goes to the secretary to let her know who is here. She quickly calls her boss, and within seconds she gives the go ahead to go. Jason turns to Cass and Davey, signaling them to follow as he walks a few feet to the right opening the office door of Silas Carp. The office walls have news articles of various Carp wins, along with a few degrees from less than ivy league schools. The man from behind the desk quickly walks over to the three that our entering. He has a smile on his face and his hand is stretched out, taking Daveys hand shaking it with confidence.
Silas: Mr. Ortega, it is an honor. Truly, I am a fan. Wish we could of met under more sociable circumstances but hey, whatever works right?
Silas lets go of his grip, freeing Daveys hand as he motions them to sit down, and make themselves comfortable as he heads back behind his desk, sitting in his chair.
Silas: After your associate called I took the liberty of contacting the plaintiffs, all fifty of them. I don't have the resources of a big city firm, but what I lack in funds I make up for in ingenuity.
Davey: Please tell me you have a way to settle all this.
Silas: In a way, yes. Though to be honest, at first they wanted your head on a silver platter. It took quite a bit of convincing to get them to agree to this. I think your going to like it, drum roll please. They have agreed too twenty thousand each, and a public apology.
Cass: I gets that's better than the casino being razzed.
Davey: No deal.
Cass: What?
Silas: Mr. Ortega, this is a great deal.
Davey: For me.
Silas: I...well yes. Maybe your confused, Mr. Ortega. I am not one of those big city shysters out to line his own pocket. I am for my client..which is you. And this is the best deal I could get for you.
Davey: Mr. Carp, I do not need you to explain lawyering 101 to me. I'm aware it's a god deal...generous really. Generous to me. I assaulted those people, and I shouldn't get off with a slap on the wrist.
Silas: I have several members of your security staff saying that you gave them a warning an ample time to vacate your premises.
Davey: If I tell you in three seconds I'm going to slap you and then do it who as at fault?
Silas: ....Well, you are.
Davey: Exactly. I could of spelled no trespassing in the sky with fireworks and those protesters would of kept right on protesting. They would of stood their ground for something they believe in and instead of commending them, I punished them. I gave the order to make it rain, heard their screams and I knew that they would never forget that day. I may not be able to help them forget, but I can give them a new experience to treasure.
Silas: What do you have in mind?
Davey: Something big. A charitable extravaganza like none other. I want to give them a night at my casino, a huge gala too raise money to help eliminate medical bills, rent, any and all wages lost due to what happened.
Silas: It's going to be near impossible to get them to agree to return to the scene of the crime. Plus you are talking about throwing about some serious moolah, I'm not sure even you could bankroll this event.
Davey: I have my connections. I am friends with Donald Trump.
Silas: One name drop and I'm filled with confidence. Alright I will make the calls and do my best, though I have to say I think most of them are going to be suspicious.
Davey: That's the point. People should be entering this situation weary, eyebrows raised not knowing what's going to happen next. I want them entering with an uneasy feeling because I want all those suspicions put to rest when they leave that night with ample funds to live the rest of their lives. My casino can be a beacon of light after that night, a bastion for all to come and know they are no longer just dollar signs to the wily genius. I'm not looking to make all of this go away quietly, I want to become something better because of it.
Silas: Alright, Mr. Ortega. I will begin making the phone calls, though I am not to sure how long this will take.
Davey: That's fine. I have lingering business to attend to in Las Vegas as it is.
Silas: Ah, yes. One of your companions sent me some paperwork regarding the property you are seeking. It's going to take some tricky...
Davey: Stop. I don't need your help on this endeavor.
Silas: Well with all due respect you kind of due. If this information is correct than the company would default to her.
Davey: I know. The information is correct, and I have my inside source diligently at work with in those walls. Trust me this will not escalate to the point of legal defense.
Silas: Sounds a bit underhanded for someone trying to be ''better''
Davey: I'm a complicated man, something you will learn the more you work for me.
Silas: Silas Carp, lawyer to the genius of IWF.
Davey rolls his eyes as he gets up from the chair, walking towards the door opening it and leaving the law office of Silas Carp.
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Last Monday night will be a night forever cemented in history. It will live on in infamy, and everyone watching will be able to recall where they were that fateful night. The Crucifixion of Xavier Cross.
Xavier, while you are laying in your hospital bed, clinging to life I only hope you can hear me. And if you can I want you to concentrate on my voice, don't question anything just listen. What happened to you last night, I'm sad to say, was just another notch on Spike Kane's belt. I'm sorry to be so blunt but I have no time for hand holding, you see my hand has been forced. You need to know that my actions in the coming months are going to directly affect you. You and everyone Spike Kane has wronged in the past, everyone he has forced into early retirement or ran out of a company. For so long I competed under the guise of his victim wanting redemption. Saying that I am here for one thing and one thing only, and that was a win over Spike Kane. I wanted to transform from victim to redeemed contender and make true head way to my much deserved legacy. The legacy I wanted to leave in nCw. I had selfish reasons that changed only a few weeks ago. Reasons morphed by my visit to the nCw Hall of Fame, where I stood before the portrait of our current IWF champ and I could hear them, Xavier. I could here everyone he wronged in unimaginable ways begging, screaming for someone to hear them and avenge them. To stand up to the man who long dominated their lives and finally break the ties that bind. Topple the God who torments them by effectively ending him...or die trying. That day I became more then just another victim I became the victim, the impossible genius who came back after five years of obscurity.
I am The Voice of His Victims.
And I will speak for you too when the time comes. I will avenge you and I will do everything in my power to build IWF up to better heights, higher then even a God can imagine. Until then you just hold on because I want you to see an IWF free of Spike Kane, free of having to obey the whim of an egomaniac who has far been left unchecked.
Killian Creed and Gjenrei, you two enable him to go unchecked. You allow him to roam about doing what ever he pleases because he has you two, Cable Arcane and Lance Ryan on a leash. Ready to attack at a moments notice because he rewards you when you enforce his will. For so long I said I was after the puppet master but now I'm thinking it's time to put down the dogs. It would be a lot easier to achieve my endgame if I didn't have to worry about his minions lurking about. This week I have my chance to do just that, and I plan on taking full advantage. I can't afford to overlook the two of you, to stumble early and blow this rare opportunity, especially given the reason you two are in this match.
Champions, the best in your division. Gjengrei the champion of the high flyers. Killian Creed the newly crowned Man of Steel Champion. The roughest, toughest brawler in this whole company. I stand here now telling you I know who you are, and I respect what you have done in your careers. I know you are going to fight to protect your leader because that is your role. The two of you have been placed in this match not just because you are champions, but because Spike Kane made you champions. Killian your good, but three names come to mind that deserved the shot more than you. In fact one them is yours truly, I never got my one on one shot with Blade that everyone was whispering about. Your leader made sure the powers that be pushed you to the top so the gold could stay under his power. He made sure his advantage was securely in place heading into the Extinction Event knowing he will be facing old and new enemies.
And now heading into the inaugural Extinction Event you two will be defending your titles for the very first time, and there is no preparation for this match because all eyes, at least for the early goings, will be on the two of you. Before I can fully focus on Spike I have to remove you two from the match, no easy task but given who my team mates are I think we can manage. By the way my team mates are hungry, hungry for the gold that The Empire has held for so long. Hell I myself wouldn't mind carrying the extra weight if it means I get certain perks. Though to be honest I would tap out Killian Creed just for fun.
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The scene opens inside Davey's office. He is facing his desk, gazing at his Hall of Fame portrait, the one he stole from nCw. The door opens slightly as Cass pokes her head, though Davey doesn't move. She slips in, closing the door behind her walking up beside her boss. She lays some papers on his desk, and begins the motions to say something to Davey, who has yet to acknowledge her presence. She falters, and like so many others before she decides it's best to keep her questions to herself as she turns around walking toward the door.
Davey: Do you think this should exist?
Cass stops, turning around, not to sure what to say. She walks up beside him once more.
Davey: This is..or was...once apart of a select few. nCw stood for seven years I think, and in that time some of the most remarkable and unremarkable people made their claim to greatness. Some able cement their place in the pantheon, others falling just short. I was one of the last to be inducted, which is ironic since Lance Ryan was the very first. I always thought that back in the early days it was really just a coin flip one which one of us would be the breakout star.
Davey turns to look at Cass.
Davey: I skipped my own induction. I ran because I didn't want to be reminded that it was all for show. A career of could beens and should ofs forever enshrined was not something I wanted to endorse. So I ran, I ran until I ended up staring right at it, and that is when I decided to stop running.
Cass: Well, then yes. I think this should exist. If this is what causes you to face your demons head on.
Davey: My demon will be waiting for me this Monday.
Cass: One of your demons will. One of many. Ever since you went to that place you have been changing. I have seen you fire people and just swagger off, unconcerned with how you have altered their lives. Though when you walked away that day on the roof, it was different. You looked conflicted...you couldn't just walk away, could you? That's why you want to make amends with all of them. Not only are you changing but you are accepting that you are. Making real steps toward something different...something better than the man they immortalized in that picture.
Davey: I can feel it. A stirring inside me, something awakening for the first time in so very long. I have kept people at a distance for so long, masquerading as an unstable genius who only looks out for himself. It's that short sightedness that played a factor that night, six years ago. I didn't care about anyone then, I was fighting for an empty cause. Now that my second chance approaches I know that I am fighting for more than my redemption, I'm fighting for something I never thought in a all my life I would...could represent. I'm fighting for hope.
Cass looks at Davey as their eyes lock, only for a few seconds before they both look at the picture as the scene fades out.
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We have arrived.
It took awhile for the stars to align, for people to realize they simply could not fight the inevitable. When I first stepped foot in IWF I made it clear that I wasn't here for titles, or the main event, or top spot on the montage that appears before every Sacrifice. I was here to make a man pay for his transgressions against me. Champion not champion I didn't care...and still don't.
I was and am here for one man...Spike fucking Kane.
Spike you have been ruling over IWF with an iron fist, your own version of my Empire at your beck and call. You have toppled every adversary in your way, squashed any light that may of shown the way out from under your thumb. Just recently you have started crucifying the ones who stand against you. Yes, you created a martyr in Xavier Cross. You make your jokes and proudly stand there on your soapbox, making sure everyone knows you did it and why. Yet it seems that you have underestimated the true power of martyrdom. You think people will think of that night and know only fear. Fear of you and what you may do to them if they step out of line, if they dare attempt to fill his shoes. I will always look back at that day and know that was the day i stopped being selfish.
I watched as you hammered nails into the hands of Xavier Cross, doing it with more than pride. Almost like you had a since of entitlement, that you firmly believed you should have the power to decide ones fate. The God of Xtreme living up to his name once more as everyone stood witness. That act reminded me of a quote, a quote I had shrugged off years ago but managed too linger.
''The only thing necessary for the triumph of Evil is for Good men to do nothing.''
I had to look deep within myself and ask myself could I watch you do this again? Could I look on as you destroy another innocent person or would I do the one thing no one expects? To be honest it didn't take long, maybe thats because I was being properly motivated as I heard the screams of pain. I decided to never again just sit idly by while you, or anyone for that matter thinks they can play God and drastically change the course of a mans life. I may not of been able to save Xavier but I can damn well make sure you are never able to commit such an act again.
I can stop the endless line of bodies that line up claiming they are the one. The one to dethrone the dominate champion because they possess some intangible factor that you can not fight against. It's the same story every time, the only thing to change is the name of the would be contender. Six years ago it was my name in that blank space across from yours. You may not have crucified me but let me assure you there is something debilitating about entering in the Dragons Den, facing The God of Xtreme in his natural habitat is just as dangerous as being hung from a cross.
That is what makes me so dangerous Spike, surviving the Dragons Den. Surviving the fact that you tried your hardest, put your best foot forward to end my career there and then. You threw everything you had at me including fire and all you managed to do, was fundamentally change me. When you are out there, in that ring and you are face to face with me I want you look into my eyes. I want you to look deep until you see it, the fire and rage that has burned for years that you started. You caused the spark that has slowly consumed me. Taken everything I was until there was one thing left, the need for redemption.
You hold the key to that Spike, I know what I need to do in order to permanently rise above the rumors and typecasts. You hit the nail on the head when you said this was personal, this is so personal to me because I'm not looking for your title. The entire point of this match is to make the champions defend their titles against the cream of the crop here in nCw. Looking at me team I do predict more than one title will change hands that night but I'm not looking to leave with anything except your head Spike. Everyone knows that even if you lose your Imperial title you will still be running IWF, it wasn't the title that drove you to do what you did to Cross all the title did was give you the opportunity to do so.
I'm going to eliminate the Kane threat, unseating you from the Empire in the process and then I am going to dissolve it. I am going to make you and the Empire landmarks when I end the Spike Kane era, making you relics from darker times in IWF history. I'm not content with chastising you, forcing you to look at the travesties you have committed, no...you need a much more humbling experience. A five year humbling experience. You need to know what it's like to get up everyday and question yourself, asking if you really think you can ever get back into the ring after the outright fury I am going to unleash.
Rob Diamond wants to end your career, be the hero of the day but you, me...and deep down even Rob knows that he may try valiantly but in the end he will fall. He will fall because he has mixed feelings for you. Bro one moment, arch nemesis the next. As a master manipulator I know you will play on those faint feelings, tug at the loosely attached heart string causing him to lose focus, to take his eye off the prize.
No heart strings here, Spike. No feelings of friendship. To be outright honest with you I will smile the biggest smile one the day of your death. I hate you, I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone in my life and it is that hate that drives me, drives me to be better than you. I know I have dark motivations but for the first time they will be put into the right channels because IWF needs me. Now more then ever they need someone who you can not manipulate, someone who has no family you can take...no friend to assault...no wife to hit on. Just me.
I'm waiting...
Allons-y!
Well howdy there pardner.