Post by Ghost Spike on Feb 23, 2014 14:59:39 GMT
Last week I showed the world that Davey Ortega’s claim to my title is as flimsy as his win/loss record. Davey Ortega does not deserve to be Imperial Champion, and I should be able to claim what is rightfully mine from his cold dead fingers…..but alas, I have other things that require my more immediate attention. One man to be specific, although I wouldn’t be out of line if I said one family…..a family that brings thoughts of hatred and fury to my mind….
Famularo.
First things first, I wondered how long it would take Gib to spit the whole “you can’t beat a Famularo” thing out, again….like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that…
You catch my drift? Repetition is fucking boring old man.
You and I go way back Gib, longer than anybody in this federation is aware of. There are only two people still in this business that I’ve known longer, and thats Alex Jones, and The Ace. So….not exactly the best of company. We’ve toured the world together, torn arenas apart both in the spirit of competition, and in the spirit of bettering each other. We’re two members of a dying breed Gib….but the main difference between us, is that you’re ready to give up. You’re ready to die out and be forgotten, whereas I simply march on, undeterred by the new blood entering this company, and forging yet more brutal stories to add to my legacy, a legacy unrivaled by ANYONE in this industry.
I don’t need to make threats to you Gibford, because you really have heard it all before. Whilst other men might stand there and spout such garbage, you’ve got the t-shirts to prove it, the scars that line your body and tell stories that the youngsters in our midst could only wish to recreate. However, you know that those stories don’t phase me, you know that the terrible wrath of Famularo doesn’t phase me…...you can call it fear if you like, I simply call it determination. In singles competiton I have never defeated Xander Famularo, and in singles competition I’ve never defeated Gibford Famularo….
Good thing I’ve never faced Zelda really, isn’t it?
Your family are a curse upon my career Gibby, you’ve got that nailed down to a tee, and you love mentioning it to me, to try and rile me up, to try and throw me off my game…..but the thing is, I have beaten both you and you’re meathead son. Maybe not one on one, but I’ve beaten him in multi-man matches, and I’ve beaten you both in tag matches...hell, I took on the mighty Juggernauts and defeated them, I took on the mighty Xander alongside Roberto Verona himself, and walked out victorious…...I’m a man who always finds a way Gib, and maybe fate brought us to this point specifically for this moment. Maybe you were supposed to be ended at Danger Zone, by me, and only me.
I am destined to put you down.
Do you really think deep inside what remains of your mind that I need the help of my comrades to end you’re pathetic career? Do you really think the sight of your mentally challenged man-child of a son scares me? I may retreat when the odds are not in my favour, I may come back with a smarter plan but you know me Gib, you know me better than most of the people on this roster, and you know that I do not back down from a fight….you know that if I’m going down?
I’m going down swinging.
~~~
Famularo.
First things first, I wondered how long it would take Gib to spit the whole “you can’t beat a Famularo” thing out, again….like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that…
You catch my drift? Repetition is fucking boring old man.
You and I go way back Gib, longer than anybody in this federation is aware of. There are only two people still in this business that I’ve known longer, and thats Alex Jones, and The Ace. So….not exactly the best of company. We’ve toured the world together, torn arenas apart both in the spirit of competition, and in the spirit of bettering each other. We’re two members of a dying breed Gib….but the main difference between us, is that you’re ready to give up. You’re ready to die out and be forgotten, whereas I simply march on, undeterred by the new blood entering this company, and forging yet more brutal stories to add to my legacy, a legacy unrivaled by ANYONE in this industry.
I don’t need to make threats to you Gibford, because you really have heard it all before. Whilst other men might stand there and spout such garbage, you’ve got the t-shirts to prove it, the scars that line your body and tell stories that the youngsters in our midst could only wish to recreate. However, you know that those stories don’t phase me, you know that the terrible wrath of Famularo doesn’t phase me…...you can call it fear if you like, I simply call it determination. In singles competiton I have never defeated Xander Famularo, and in singles competition I’ve never defeated Gibford Famularo….
Good thing I’ve never faced Zelda really, isn’t it?
Your family are a curse upon my career Gibby, you’ve got that nailed down to a tee, and you love mentioning it to me, to try and rile me up, to try and throw me off my game…..but the thing is, I have beaten both you and you’re meathead son. Maybe not one on one, but I’ve beaten him in multi-man matches, and I’ve beaten you both in tag matches...hell, I took on the mighty Juggernauts and defeated them, I took on the mighty Xander alongside Roberto Verona himself, and walked out victorious…...I’m a man who always finds a way Gib, and maybe fate brought us to this point specifically for this moment. Maybe you were supposed to be ended at Danger Zone, by me, and only me.
I am destined to put you down.
Do you really think deep inside what remains of your mind that I need the help of my comrades to end you’re pathetic career? Do you really think the sight of your mentally challenged man-child of a son scares me? I may retreat when the odds are not in my favour, I may come back with a smarter plan but you know me Gib, you know me better than most of the people on this roster, and you know that I do not back down from a fight….you know that if I’m going down?
I’m going down swinging.
~~~
The scene opens up in the makeshift office of Doctor Riley Griffiths, the resident psychiatrist for Imperial Wrestling Federation and it’s roster. The doctor himself is sitting at his desk overlooking some files that seem to be mounting up. Without taking his eyes off of the file he lifts his mug up and takes a long sip of his black coffee. The light trickles through the big thick curtains placed on the windows, but Riley it seems prefers a darker room and has a dim lamp lighting up his desk. He takes a deep breath as he stops reading and rubs his eyes.
Riley Griffiths: Why did I ever agree to work with wrestlers!?
Just as Riley mumbles to himself there is a knock at the door. He responds to the knock inviting the visitor in, but he’s a little shocked when he sees who it is. Expecting maybe a wrestler, or one of the stagehands suffering at the wrath of one of the wrestlers, instead he sees River Maddison. Former wife to one of his most frequent clients.
Riley Griffiths: Ah, Miss Maddison…..how can I be of assistance?
The woman walks fully into the room and closes it behind her. She trembles ever so slightly as she walks further into the room, her eyes look red from crying and her pea green jacket is wrapped as tightly around her as it possibly can.
River Maddison: It…..i-i-its about Michael.
Riley Griffiths: I assumed as much. Please Miss Madison, come take a seat. Can I offer you some coffee? Or perhaps some tea?
As he speaks to her he rises from his seat and extends his hand to her, guiding her to the seat opposite his desk. As he does so she follows the invitation and takes the seat, a look of relief coming across her face. The doctor then grabs his mug moving towards his coffee machine as he offers her a beverage.
River Maddison: No thank you Doctor. I’m fine.
Riley shrugged his shoulders as he poured more coffee into his own mug. He then returned to his seat, taking his time to try and ease the tension radiating from the young woman. He took a sip and closed the file on his desk, before leaning ever so slightly towards her, resting his chin on his hands.
Riley Griffiths: So tell me, what seems to be the problem?
River Maddison: The way Michael has been acting….i-i-its like one moment he’s one person and the next minute he’s another!
Riley Griffiths: Hmm, well Mr Kane was diagnosed with schizophrenia by myself, but I did subscribe him some medicine to try and control that aspect of his problems. I’m sure you’re aware that Mr Kane has quite a difficult diagnosis, and I cannot of course explain this to you in detail, but….has he been taking his medication?
River hesitates for a moment, because she knows full well that Spike hasn’t been taking his medication. In fact she played quite a big role in keeping him off the medication - for those who have been paying attention.
River Maddison: I’m …..not sure. We don’t spend every night together, but I don’t recall him taking any…
Riley seems to look quite concerned as his brow furrows and he rubs a hand across his forehead. He takes a deep breath before he turns to face River.
Riley Griffiths: So….he’s not taking his meds, and he has guardianship of your son?
River does well to hide the smirk that began to show on her face, but she quickly masks it with a look of concern and fear.
River Maddison: That’s right. He d-d-doesn’t like me being alone with Xander.
Riley Griffiths: *sigh* Then I’m afraid I may have to make some calls with regards to said custody of young Xander. I cannot in good conscience allow a mentally unstable man such as Michael to have such a young child in his care…..I’m afraid Miss Maddison I may have to ask you to take on that burden.
River climbs to her feet and now she begins her oscar performance. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she reaches out to take Riley’s hand, who rises to meet her.
River Maddison: Oh Doctor Griffiths….it’s no b-b-burden at all. *sobs* I just want Michael to be ok!
She begins to bawl now quite loudly, as she rounds the table and flings her arms around the good doctor. Riley doesn’t know how to react, but simply puts his arms around her and pats her on the back.
Riley Griffiths: There, there Miss Maddison. We’ll work this out.
River pokes her head above the doctors shoulder and through her now quite clearly fake sobs we can see a sinister grin upon her face. Clearly the words Angel had spoken to her have had an effect, and she’s stepping up her game in her attempt to keep Spike under control. We fade away now on this image.
~~~
I wonder if the day you walked into IWF waving your stupid American Flag around like people cared, or were as blind as stupid as they were in nCw, if you ever thought you’d be standing where you are now. If you’d ever thought the King of IWF would bother wasting his time with a peasant such as yourself. I should be facing Davey Ortega and taking back what is rightfully mine, what was stolen from me….instead he faces off with a man clearly not ready to take the step to the upper echelon, and I’m left to face a man throwing out his dying wish. One more match, one more time to rock the casbah.
One more chance to mean something.
For you Gib, it all ends when the curtain falls on Danger Zone, win or lose. That thought has to be taking quite a big part of your conscious up. You’ll be so worried about making a lasting effect that you won’t be able to give me your full focus, and you know damn well that to defeat me Gibford, you’ll need complete and utter concentration. A slight moment of distraction and your career ends in a blink of an eye, all it’s gonna take is for you to be hit with an Impailer, or for you to be Thunderstruck and then it’s gone.
I’ll still be here, and I’ll still be better than you.
Don’t worry Gib, you won’t be getting in the ring after Danger Zone one way or another. So you don’t need to hide anymore, you don’t need to pretend that you don’t know what everyone else already doesn’t. That the Kane Legacy that I have built alone - forget Brad, forget Freya, forget Christian, forget Jake….just Spike KANE...is far superior to the entire Famularo family - even the extended family that includes Todd Williams annoying sister, and hell even Adam Knite just to put that mark on it. Your legacy is your children Gib, your legacy is the man who walked away from this company when things got too difficult, and the most hated woman in the history of wrestling. Your legacy Gibby…..is the demise of nCw.
How does that feel?
My legacy is littered with championship belts, yearly awards, hall of fame inductions….I’m a god damn God amongst men Gib, and despite your opinions….you’ll find that out when we lock up at Danger Zone. You see, you talk about the past, you bring up the many times we’ve faced off, and how I’ve been unable to defeat you one on one….but there is a major point that you’re missing out Gibford. The Spike Kane you faced back then, isn’t the Spike Kane who stands before you. Ever since I returned to nCw to watch that company close its doors for one last time. I became something greater than before, I took on everyone in front of me and ended on the highest note I was ALLOWED to….a Dragons Den match against Angel.
What did you do?
Hmmm….right. I came to IWF and tore up the tag team division, so don’t even think about pulling that card on me Gibford. InFamous reached the level and heights in this company that no team ever will again….as a team InFamous remain to this day undefeated! Then of course, I stepped out of the shadows, once the politics and bureaucracy led to two failures for champions I single handedly dragged this company through month after month and raised it into the beacon it is today. The kind of federation a man such as yourself WANTS to end his career in…...funny that, cause I can imagine you sitting there shouting bullshit at your TV - but then you hear that one sentence and realise…
I’m the reason you have a job.
So at the end of the day, when it comes to Danger Zone you’ll be facing a force you’ve never encountered in your life. As your career clings to life by the skin of its teeth, I’ll be standing above you ready to bring down the hammer…..though I think I may show mercy Gib. I may allow you to continue your work for this company, training the newbies….but it all depends on what kind of mood I’m in. Whether your oaf of a son sticks his head in our business, or whether we’re allowed to tear the house down and show the entire world that our breed…..
Is the greatest generation.
Either way though Gibford….I will erase the curse of you and your family. I will stand tall above you. You will see the end of a big part of your legacy, and you’ll see mine continue to flourish. A man who has dominated this federation like no other, a man who has ended the careers of people that they never thought this company could do without. A man who ascended past mere mortality…...a man who became a God….and a God who reigns without his crown, a king, of all that he surveys. You’ll look up to me Gibford, and finally….once and for all….you will…
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
I wonder if the day you walked into IWF waving your stupid American Flag around like people cared, or were as blind as stupid as they were in nCw, if you ever thought you’d be standing where you are now. If you’d ever thought the King of IWF would bother wasting his time with a peasant such as yourself. I should be facing Davey Ortega and taking back what is rightfully mine, what was stolen from me….instead he faces off with a man clearly not ready to take the step to the upper echelon, and I’m left to face a man throwing out his dying wish. One more match, one more time to rock the casbah.
One more chance to mean something.
For you Gib, it all ends when the curtain falls on Danger Zone, win or lose. That thought has to be taking quite a big part of your conscious up. You’ll be so worried about making a lasting effect that you won’t be able to give me your full focus, and you know damn well that to defeat me Gibford, you’ll need complete and utter concentration. A slight moment of distraction and your career ends in a blink of an eye, all it’s gonna take is for you to be hit with an Impailer, or for you to be Thunderstruck and then it’s gone.
I’ll still be here, and I’ll still be better than you.
Don’t worry Gib, you won’t be getting in the ring after Danger Zone one way or another. So you don’t need to hide anymore, you don’t need to pretend that you don’t know what everyone else already doesn’t. That the Kane Legacy that I have built alone - forget Brad, forget Freya, forget Christian, forget Jake….just Spike KANE...is far superior to the entire Famularo family - even the extended family that includes Todd Williams annoying sister, and hell even Adam Knite just to put that mark on it. Your legacy is your children Gib, your legacy is the man who walked away from this company when things got too difficult, and the most hated woman in the history of wrestling. Your legacy Gibby…..is the demise of nCw.
How does that feel?
My legacy is littered with championship belts, yearly awards, hall of fame inductions….I’m a god damn God amongst men Gib, and despite your opinions….you’ll find that out when we lock up at Danger Zone. You see, you talk about the past, you bring up the many times we’ve faced off, and how I’ve been unable to defeat you one on one….but there is a major point that you’re missing out Gibford. The Spike Kane you faced back then, isn’t the Spike Kane who stands before you. Ever since I returned to nCw to watch that company close its doors for one last time. I became something greater than before, I took on everyone in front of me and ended on the highest note I was ALLOWED to….a Dragons Den match against Angel.
What did you do?
Hmmm….right. I came to IWF and tore up the tag team division, so don’t even think about pulling that card on me Gibford. InFamous reached the level and heights in this company that no team ever will again….as a team InFamous remain to this day undefeated! Then of course, I stepped out of the shadows, once the politics and bureaucracy led to two failures for champions I single handedly dragged this company through month after month and raised it into the beacon it is today. The kind of federation a man such as yourself WANTS to end his career in…...funny that, cause I can imagine you sitting there shouting bullshit at your TV - but then you hear that one sentence and realise…
I’m the reason you have a job.
So at the end of the day, when it comes to Danger Zone you’ll be facing a force you’ve never encountered in your life. As your career clings to life by the skin of its teeth, I’ll be standing above you ready to bring down the hammer…..though I think I may show mercy Gib. I may allow you to continue your work for this company, training the newbies….but it all depends on what kind of mood I’m in. Whether your oaf of a son sticks his head in our business, or whether we’re allowed to tear the house down and show the entire world that our breed…..
Is the greatest generation.
Either way though Gibford….I will erase the curse of you and your family. I will stand tall above you. You will see the end of a big part of your legacy, and you’ll see mine continue to flourish. A man who has dominated this federation like no other, a man who has ended the careers of people that they never thought this company could do without. A man who ascended past mere mortality…...a man who became a God….and a God who reigns without his crown, a king, of all that he surveys. You’ll look up to me Gibford, and finally….once and for all….you will…
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
Well howdy there pardner.