Post by Ghost Spike on May 26, 2013 21:37:52 GMT
~Blink~
The bright light shines in my eyes and it hurts so I slam them shut. I feel like I’ve been run over by a steam engine or something, every part of my body aches and for the briefest of moments I don’t remember why I’m in such pain.
~Blink~
I can hear noise, but it’s muffled. I’m not quite sure but I think somebody is calling my name, or maybe it’s just in my head? I still don’t know where I am, everything feels muggy, and I can’t help but notice where there seem to be some sorts of pain from all over, there are some parts that are numb too, and it freaks me out.
~Blink~
“Spike.....Spike?”
Ugh....why does this feel like the worst hangover ever? Reminds me of the time Rob, Steve, and I went down to Atlantic City and I spent six months wages in one night....heh....that was a good time, this.....this not......pain is bad, but pain is good.....it means I’m still alive.
“Spike talk to me”
I hear the voice again and it seems familiar, but it seems so far away. I know it can’t be my wife, because she wasn’t here for A Night to Remember, she was going to join me in Chicago. It can’t be Freya......who else?
“His eyes are opening!”
~Double blink~
I don’t know why but Kelly Knite is standing next to me with a look of apprehension about her, she seems relieved to see me opening my eyes and it sends a wave of tension through my body, I mean if Kelly is wondered, what the hell is wrong with me?
“I ought to smack you upside the head!”
Oh, she’s pissed. That’s happened before, quite a lot actually. The perks of running a wrestling company is having to deal with the psychopaths that work for you. I know I’ve probably given Kelly enough worries to give her grey hairs, but she’s always been respectful of what I did for her company.
“Now.....why would you do that?”
I crack a smile and feel myself wince as I try to sit up, it’s then that I noticed that I’m almost bandaged from head to toe, some are blood soaked, some are not. I get that distinct smell in my nose of burnt flesh, I’ve had that smell torment me in the past, my own flesh of course. That is when it starts to flash back to me, Angel.....A Night to Remember......the Dragon’s Den.
“Oh.....yeah....”
I feel my head hang, not exactly in shame but I understand why she is here, I understand why she is angry, why she’s upset. It’s part of what made Kelly so damn good at running this place. I put my life in danger, and my opponents too, she doesn’t take too kindly to things like that, not on her television anyway.
“Yeah, you know exactly why I should smack you! I can’t believe you’d do something like that on the final show Spike! Christ, I expect Trent Helms to try and kill himself in the ring, but not you!”
I raise a hand, and feel the pain of doing so in attempt to cut her off, but she finishes her sentence anyway. I cock my head and smile at her sheepishly, and raise an eyebrow, she looks at me fuming, but I can see she’s starting to calm down now, relieved that I’m OK, as am I.
“Kelly, I’m sorry I have you a fright, but you’ve known me for years now. You know that I always go the extra mile, that I had to make sure that nCw ended on the level it began. I knew with Angel I could push it, and even though I’m in absolute agony right now, I don’t regret it....”
I hear my own words, and I feel like some kind of piss poor martyr or something. I knew exactly what I was doing out there, I was trying to steal the show, trying to go out with a bang. I wanted to have a moment that would be remembered just like the first Dragon’s Den.
“I know Spike. I knew you would do something when you booked the match, but you need to calm yourself down, you’ve gotta look after that child of yours Spike....”
It seems like a weird thing for her to say, but she’s got a proper look on her face that suggests she’s speaking from the heart. I nod to her and slide to the edge of the trainers bench, ignoring the pain as I bring my arms up to give her a hug. She shakes her head, like she can’t believe I’m such a charmer, and she caves in.
“Thank you Kelly, for everything you’ve done for me. For putting up with me, and being behind me when I needed it. I hope we made you proud tonight...”
The hug ends and she looks happy now, hands on her hips in the way that she does, I love my wife to bits but damn Adam is a lucky dude. I wink at her as I grab a shirt and start to slide it on.
“Thank you too Spike. Good luck in IWF....oh, and before I go. Rob is waiting for you outside, he won’t admit it but he’s worried about you and he won’t leave until he knows you’re OK”
I nod to her as I slide to me feet and I feel my body almost literally scream in reluctance as I try to make out that I’m fine enough to leave here on my own two feet. Damn, Angel really did a number on me, not like I didn’t do enough to myself too. The trainer looks at me concerned, but I flash him a thumbs up, it doesn’t matter that I’m broken, I did what I could to say farewell to nCw in style, and now I’ve gotta repair myself in time for IWF’s first event, I flash them both a smile as I head out the door, not the last time I’ll be laid out on a trainers bench, but it is the last time it will be under the nCw banner.
~~~~
The bright light shines in my eyes and it hurts so I slam them shut. I feel like I’ve been run over by a steam engine or something, every part of my body aches and for the briefest of moments I don’t remember why I’m in such pain.
~Blink~
I can hear noise, but it’s muffled. I’m not quite sure but I think somebody is calling my name, or maybe it’s just in my head? I still don’t know where I am, everything feels muggy, and I can’t help but notice where there seem to be some sorts of pain from all over, there are some parts that are numb too, and it freaks me out.
~Blink~
“Spike.....Spike?”
Ugh....why does this feel like the worst hangover ever? Reminds me of the time Rob, Steve, and I went down to Atlantic City and I spent six months wages in one night....heh....that was a good time, this.....this not......pain is bad, but pain is good.....it means I’m still alive.
“Spike talk to me”
I hear the voice again and it seems familiar, but it seems so far away. I know it can’t be my wife, because she wasn’t here for A Night to Remember, she was going to join me in Chicago. It can’t be Freya......who else?
“His eyes are opening!”
~Double blink~
I don’t know why but Kelly Knite is standing next to me with a look of apprehension about her, she seems relieved to see me opening my eyes and it sends a wave of tension through my body, I mean if Kelly is wondered, what the hell is wrong with me?
“I ought to smack you upside the head!”
Oh, she’s pissed. That’s happened before, quite a lot actually. The perks of running a wrestling company is having to deal with the psychopaths that work for you. I know I’ve probably given Kelly enough worries to give her grey hairs, but she’s always been respectful of what I did for her company.
“Now.....why would you do that?”
I crack a smile and feel myself wince as I try to sit up, it’s then that I noticed that I’m almost bandaged from head to toe, some are blood soaked, some are not. I get that distinct smell in my nose of burnt flesh, I’ve had that smell torment me in the past, my own flesh of course. That is when it starts to flash back to me, Angel.....A Night to Remember......the Dragon’s Den.
“Oh.....yeah....”
I feel my head hang, not exactly in shame but I understand why she is here, I understand why she is angry, why she’s upset. It’s part of what made Kelly so damn good at running this place. I put my life in danger, and my opponents too, she doesn’t take too kindly to things like that, not on her television anyway.
“Yeah, you know exactly why I should smack you! I can’t believe you’d do something like that on the final show Spike! Christ, I expect Trent Helms to try and kill himself in the ring, but not you!”
I raise a hand, and feel the pain of doing so in attempt to cut her off, but she finishes her sentence anyway. I cock my head and smile at her sheepishly, and raise an eyebrow, she looks at me fuming, but I can see she’s starting to calm down now, relieved that I’m OK, as am I.
“Kelly, I’m sorry I have you a fright, but you’ve known me for years now. You know that I always go the extra mile, that I had to make sure that nCw ended on the level it began. I knew with Angel I could push it, and even though I’m in absolute agony right now, I don’t regret it....”
I hear my own words, and I feel like some kind of piss poor martyr or something. I knew exactly what I was doing out there, I was trying to steal the show, trying to go out with a bang. I wanted to have a moment that would be remembered just like the first Dragon’s Den.
“I know Spike. I knew you would do something when you booked the match, but you need to calm yourself down, you’ve gotta look after that child of yours Spike....”
It seems like a weird thing for her to say, but she’s got a proper look on her face that suggests she’s speaking from the heart. I nod to her and slide to the edge of the trainers bench, ignoring the pain as I bring my arms up to give her a hug. She shakes her head, like she can’t believe I’m such a charmer, and she caves in.
“Thank you Kelly, for everything you’ve done for me. For putting up with me, and being behind me when I needed it. I hope we made you proud tonight...”
The hug ends and she looks happy now, hands on her hips in the way that she does, I love my wife to bits but damn Adam is a lucky dude. I wink at her as I grab a shirt and start to slide it on.
“Thank you too Spike. Good luck in IWF....oh, and before I go. Rob is waiting for you outside, he won’t admit it but he’s worried about you and he won’t leave until he knows you’re OK”
I nod to her as I slide to me feet and I feel my body almost literally scream in reluctance as I try to make out that I’m fine enough to leave here on my own two feet. Damn, Angel really did a number on me, not like I didn’t do enough to myself too. The trainer looks at me concerned, but I flash him a thumbs up, it doesn’t matter that I’m broken, I did what I could to say farewell to nCw in style, and now I’ve gotta repair myself in time for IWF’s first event, I flash them both a smile as I head out the door, not the last time I’ll be laid out on a trainers bench, but it is the last time it will be under the nCw banner.
~~~~
Well look what we have here, InFamous are at it once again and the party hasn’t even truly started yet. Rob’s running around winding people up and preparing people for exactly what is coming to their door when Sacrifice hits the air.
You can’t prepare for this kids, trust me.
You see, we have two teams to face and on one hand we have Cable....brother to the guy I went to war with this very last week, and of course Gjenrei.....who is either my good friend Kyle redoing his schtick or some imposter who is in for a rude awakening come Monday Night. Don’t get me wrong GG. I understand Kyle has this very high moral code and he holds honor in quite a high regard, I mean he even had an effect on me which led to me creating the Honor Championship, but just because you call yourself by that name, does not mean that you deserve that name.
Like the Social Enemies.
Man it’s been a while since I heard that name, years ago when Cable’s more violent brother and my good friend Kyle first showed up, when they wanted to go to war with me and lord knows how many of my factions, I don’t even remember if it was the Empire, or if it was Chaos Theory. Either way, it didn’t go the way they wanted to. However, it took us a long time to become friends, Kyle took me out of action to prove a point during the reign of the Age of the Revolution, the second one of course......so, I have that in the back of my mind, like.....I know what Kyle is capable of, but then again....Kyle is more broken than I am, so I’m pretty sure we will find out quite quickly whether this is the real Gjenrei, or whether it’s some kid trying to catapault himself to fame off of someone elses fame.
If his back is broken within five minutes, it’s Kyle.
Cable I’ve had a little bit of experience with in one of those federations that sadly didn’t last, I saw through all the smoke and mirrors, all the doom and gloom, the facade, the whole thing. I saw a man who was trying to go one step further than his brother, hell I’ve been there. You don’t think I feel like I have to out-do Brad every week? Every night for crying out loud. Get this, the dude could even turn having kids into a competition! Not that anybody could beat him at that, dude must have super sperm man.
But that aside, don’t think I won’t underestimate either of you, I’ve lasted so long in this business because I know when I need to take my opponents seriously, I know you two have a severely good background, you’ve trained with some of the best, and there is nothing I could, or would say to dismiss that. All I’ll advise you, is to not look past us yet, and despite Rob’s bravado, don’t think he’ll look past either of you, or the redneck brothers, Rob is much better at this than he likes to show, we’re bonafide wrestling legends, and guess what....
We ain’t done yet!
But speaking of the redneck brothers......seriously...........no, I’m not kidding around, look at me right now, look me in the God Damn eye and answer....
SERIOUSLY!?
How un-oh-fucking-riginal can you be? I’m surprised one of you isn’t called Kip and the other BG. Yee-haw pardna’ lets go russle up some rasslin’ names and try to be on the old TV-mah-jigger. I hate rednecks. I mean you are the type of people who drive around on mobility scooters because you’re too fat to walk, with a tank full of gas just because you don’t want others to have it, while screaminig “‘’Murica!” and firing you’re damn assault rifle into the sky.
Yeah, I don’t like people like that, because people like that are ignorant tool bags, and that is exactly what I see when I look at the pair of you. I know you’ll be looking to go out there and make a big name for yourselves, I know you think that being in the ring with The Spiked One is some kind of reward, some kind of honor, but I promise you this it’s nothing of the sort. I’m not just talking to the Voodoo Kin Maf-oh wait...I mean, James Gang, I’m talking to HonorBound also. This won’t be a happy go lucky night where some young upstarts get to make a huge name for themselves, instead it will be the night that InFamous make their statement for all of IWF to see, because whereas we do like to talk with our mouths...
And we’re good at it too.
We do like to talk, but we like to back up our talk, and then do more talking but in the ring. Talking with our wrestling I mean, talking....by kicking ten shades of shit out of our opponents. Now I know you’re all expecting the death threats, the promises of beatings, the fact that I walked out of the Dragon’s fucking Den after fighting arguably the most violent and destructive human being on this planet - that isn’t me! Whatever the four of you have to offer, whatever you can muster and bring to the ring tomorrow night, it will be nothing compared to what I’ve already faced. It will be nothing compared to what I went through last week.
You are nothing.
Let that fester, I’ll see you bitches on Monday.
Oh, and all motherfucking hail!
Well howdy there pardner.