Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 22, 2014 20:53:47 GMT
“We did it for the glory
The glory
Only the glory
We live inside a story
It's a story
All for the glory”
If you go into this match telling the world you don’t want to win. You’re lying. Every single member of this roster is here to be the best. To prove to the world that laughed at them, that looked down on them….that they are better. That they are superior.
I’ve been doing it for seventeen years.
I’ve climbed almost every mountain you could ever imagine, and I’ve been immortalised in three separate federations. Many people talk a big game, many people have spent years in the “indies” but nobody can back up their words anywhere near the level that I do. Not a single one of them can boast the record I can, the longevity I can, the accolades I can, the fan base that I can.
I’m a set apart from everyone.
Evolution isn’t something that comes easy to our breed. Professional wrestlers often become closed minded, they think of their story, their persona….some might say gimmick, their schtick….and that’s it, they become one dimensional and then find themselves curtain jerking, or worse yet….on the pre-show consistantly….it takes a lot to reinvent yourself…(and no, I’m not talking about changing your story like an idiot….)
You have to stand out.
People get lost in the shuffle, but the cream always rises to the top. Year after year, federation after federation I have held the most prestigious championships in this business. I have fought battles with the best men that have ever entered this ring, and I’ve never been ashamed of my legacy, never ashamed of my matches, and never ashamed of who I beat and who I didn’t. I’m proud, and I’m constantly adding to my legacy. People came to IWF, and they thought I was washed up, they tried to play down my team with Rob Diamond. That I was “just a tag team wrestler” so we went months and months undefeated…..then I broke into the main event scene. Because they needed me, because this company would have fallen without me...and quite simply..
Because I wanted to.
I started out as what an idiotic federation promoter once called “just a hardcore wrestler” now look at me. Look at the career that I have lead in spite of his words. I am the God of Xtreme, I’ve crushed almost everyone on this roster, from The Ace, to Alex Jones, from Xavier Cross to Joe Everyman….they have all fallen, and I promise you this.
Many more will fall before I’m finished.
~~~
The glory
Only the glory
We live inside a story
It's a story
All for the glory”
If you go into this match telling the world you don’t want to win. You’re lying. Every single member of this roster is here to be the best. To prove to the world that laughed at them, that looked down on them….that they are better. That they are superior.
I’ve been doing it for seventeen years.
I’ve climbed almost every mountain you could ever imagine, and I’ve been immortalised in three separate federations. Many people talk a big game, many people have spent years in the “indies” but nobody can back up their words anywhere near the level that I do. Not a single one of them can boast the record I can, the longevity I can, the accolades I can, the fan base that I can.
I’m a set apart from everyone.
Evolution isn’t something that comes easy to our breed. Professional wrestlers often become closed minded, they think of their story, their persona….some might say gimmick, their schtick….and that’s it, they become one dimensional and then find themselves curtain jerking, or worse yet….on the pre-show consistantly….it takes a lot to reinvent yourself…(and no, I’m not talking about changing your story like an idiot….)
You have to stand out.
People get lost in the shuffle, but the cream always rises to the top. Year after year, federation after federation I have held the most prestigious championships in this business. I have fought battles with the best men that have ever entered this ring, and I’ve never been ashamed of my legacy, never ashamed of my matches, and never ashamed of who I beat and who I didn’t. I’m proud, and I’m constantly adding to my legacy. People came to IWF, and they thought I was washed up, they tried to play down my team with Rob Diamond. That I was “just a tag team wrestler” so we went months and months undefeated…..then I broke into the main event scene. Because they needed me, because this company would have fallen without me...and quite simply..
Because I wanted to.
I started out as what an idiotic federation promoter once called “just a hardcore wrestler” now look at me. Look at the career that I have lead in spite of his words. I am the God of Xtreme, I’ve crushed almost everyone on this roster, from The Ace, to Alex Jones, from Xavier Cross to Joe Everyman….they have all fallen, and I promise you this.
Many more will fall before I’m finished.
~~~
The quickly becoming familiar office of Riley Griffiths is our scene once more, as this time it is Riley who walks into the office, and finds himself taken aback to see Spike Kane sitting there waiting for him. “I’m sorry Doc, I just wanted to get our next session done….got a lot to prepare for.” Riley moves into the room proper, grabbing a notepad and a pen before sitting down next to Spike. “Not a problem Mr Kane. I appreciate the eagerness. Please tell me, what’s on your mind?” Spike hesitates as he slides around back onto the bed. “The reason I’m still here…..” a slight difference in Spike’s voice can be heard, nothing major, but those paying attention would spot it. As before, the scene fades once more as Spike’s words blur, “.....for my son.”
The setting is once more the former Boston home of Spike Kane and his former lover, Alysson Gardner. Spike can be seen looking into the kitchen as Alysson feeds Xander his dinner, before turning to the front door and opening it, revealing Angel Blake. Unlike before in the previous sessions, we can hear everything. “Are you ok? You sounded really pissed off that she took Xander without permission.” Angel said as he walked into the house and didn’t wait for an invitation. Spike simply closed the door and led the way to his den, Angel in tow. “I’m OK, but ‘we’ are not. I’m living on borrowed time with Alysson, and with River sniffing around after custody of Xander….I just….I can’t lose him.” Spike hesitates as he tries to keep control of his emotions.
“He tried to fight it, because he knew what I was capable of, what I am incapable of…...he’d worked so hard with you - to keep me in my cage. He would do anything to keep it closed.”
Angel leans against one of Spike’s trophy cabinets as he cocks an eyebrow at Spike. “What the hell is it Mike?” who leans forward towards Angel. “Alysson is going to leave me, and River is going to make a power play to steal my son.” Angel seems to drift for a second, perhaps thinking of Tara and their children.
“Inside he didn’t know, but I knew we had an ally in Angel. From monster to monster.”
Spike turns back and presses his back against the wall. He’s clearly torn up about what is happening within his person life, but for some reason he can’t quite explain why he knows he can confide in Angel. “River played me…..she was paid to be my wife. My own father manipulated her, so he could manipulate me.” Angel looks like he’s going to say something, perhaps in defence of River, but Spike cuts him off before he can. “He paid her, richly enough for her to go through with having my baby…...the thing is…..I want you to do the same….or rather, be the front….” Spike seems disgusted with himself as soon as he says the words, but Angel seems to be on the same page. “You want me to pretend to pay her off, under the guise I want you controlled?” the look that Spike returns shows that Angel is on point. “What’s the end game?” he questioned. “I expose her, and I get full custody of my son.”
Almost on cue little Xander Kane comes storming into the den, wrapping his arms around Spike’s leg. “For him….” he mumbles, and Angel nods his head. The two of them shake hands, before Angel turns around and walks off, passing Alysson on the way. She smiles at Angel but then gives Spike a cold look, before he lifts up his son and kisses him on the forehead.
“He let me out of my cage….for his son….our son….MY son. I’m back to protect Xander, and I did so in the only way I saw dit. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, but now little Mikey is in the cage…..this time he’s locked up, and I’m in control.”
The scene returns once more to the office of Riley Griffiths. Riley seems incredibly stunned at Spike’s dastardly manipulation of River Maddison and the revelations just dropped. Spike simply smirks as he climbs to his feet, placing a hand on Rileys shoulder. “Don’t worry about it Doc, I got me a roulette match to prepare for…..might even go see if I can find Ana Valentine.” He leans in and whispers “Hail to the King” before walking out of the office, with a huge smirk plastered on his face.
~~~
I want to win.
That is something I’ve never hidden from anybody. I’ve tried my upmost to engrain my name and my legacy with that of this company. For years I had to sit and listen to everyone talk such a big game up about Lance Ryan, and completely ignore my name. Completely ignore my contributions to the company that loved him so much. Lance Ryan, the man who had everything handed to him, the man who got whatever match he wanted, whenever he wanted.
The man who left more times than Brad Kane.
Lance was hailed for carrying the company, but it was all lies. I carried the company. I took over the Empire and pushed nCw to the highest point it ever reached, and six years later I did exactly the same thing with IWF. So it’s left for people to wonder...who will be the one remembered? Will it be Joe Everyman? His final triumph that seemingly ended his career? Will it be Lex Sense? The one hit wonder who had to have two shots at beating Joe, then bailed when I humbled him in the middle of the ring? Perhaps it’ll be our current champion, the only man capable of dethroning me it seems….a man who we haven’t seen for weeks. You know Ortega’s motto though, when the going gets tough, he fucks off.
Yeah, I’m still pissed.
Thing is though, I’ve had a chip on my shoulder ever since I walked into this business, from my not so humble background of backyard wrestling, all the way up to headlining things such as Metamorphosis (in two federations!) Night of Champions…..the lot. It gives me my edge, and it keeps me on my toes. I’m pissed at the world, and for valid reasons too. Do you think anyone out there feels sorry for me? After everything I’ve been through? Through the beatings and the mind games I received as a child? My mother commiting suicide, being separated from my brother? It wasn’t exactly fun and games, but I fought through it all. I burst onto the scene and brought about the era of “Xtreme” I pushed the envelope every week and was labelled as a mid-carder at best…..so I fought for that, I fought for every superstar who adapted the Xtreme style themselves...and I brought Xtreme to the main event scene.
I changed the world.
This business has evolved over time, and people like myself are no longer the minority. There’s tons of us, people who have learned from me, and people who have emulated me….the likes of Joe Everyman, The Ace, The Brothers Holland, Atreyu, Xavier Williams, Rob Diamond…..and countless more, all protoges of the God of Xtreme at one time or another. Then there are the people who raise their game to be better than me, the likes of Alex Jones, Angel Blake, Xavier Cross, Roberto Verona…...I could go on forever, because regardless of the words people might spit….everyone wants to fight me. Everyone wants to share that ring with me.
Everyone wants to beat me.
A victory over me is almost as prestigious as the Imperial Championship itself…..so twenty nine superstars will be looking to try and take at least one of those accolades this week at High Stakes. Win the shot, or take out Spike…..if you can’t have one, why not have the other? Me? Single minded. Narrow focus. That gold belongs to me, and I will not let anyone stand in my way. I’d take the entire rostor on by myself if I had to, just to ensure I had my chance to take my gold back and return to my thrown the true king of this federation.
It’s all about the glory.
Because The Kingdom, The Power, and the Glory are mine.
NOW.
AND FOREVER.
“Hearts beating faster running to the front lines
Nobody runs or makes it out alive
Look up to heaven as it rains from the sky
Nobody runs or makes it out alive”
I want to win.
That is something I’ve never hidden from anybody. I’ve tried my upmost to engrain my name and my legacy with that of this company. For years I had to sit and listen to everyone talk such a big game up about Lance Ryan, and completely ignore my name. Completely ignore my contributions to the company that loved him so much. Lance Ryan, the man who had everything handed to him, the man who got whatever match he wanted, whenever he wanted.
The man who left more times than Brad Kane.
Lance was hailed for carrying the company, but it was all lies. I carried the company. I took over the Empire and pushed nCw to the highest point it ever reached, and six years later I did exactly the same thing with IWF. So it’s left for people to wonder...who will be the one remembered? Will it be Joe Everyman? His final triumph that seemingly ended his career? Will it be Lex Sense? The one hit wonder who had to have two shots at beating Joe, then bailed when I humbled him in the middle of the ring? Perhaps it’ll be our current champion, the only man capable of dethroning me it seems….a man who we haven’t seen for weeks. You know Ortega’s motto though, when the going gets tough, he fucks off.
Yeah, I’m still pissed.
Thing is though, I’ve had a chip on my shoulder ever since I walked into this business, from my not so humble background of backyard wrestling, all the way up to headlining things such as Metamorphosis (in two federations!) Night of Champions…..the lot. It gives me my edge, and it keeps me on my toes. I’m pissed at the world, and for valid reasons too. Do you think anyone out there feels sorry for me? After everything I’ve been through? Through the beatings and the mind games I received as a child? My mother commiting suicide, being separated from my brother? It wasn’t exactly fun and games, but I fought through it all. I burst onto the scene and brought about the era of “Xtreme” I pushed the envelope every week and was labelled as a mid-carder at best…..so I fought for that, I fought for every superstar who adapted the Xtreme style themselves...and I brought Xtreme to the main event scene.
I changed the world.
This business has evolved over time, and people like myself are no longer the minority. There’s tons of us, people who have learned from me, and people who have emulated me….the likes of Joe Everyman, The Ace, The Brothers Holland, Atreyu, Xavier Williams, Rob Diamond…..and countless more, all protoges of the God of Xtreme at one time or another. Then there are the people who raise their game to be better than me, the likes of Alex Jones, Angel Blake, Xavier Cross, Roberto Verona…...I could go on forever, because regardless of the words people might spit….everyone wants to fight me. Everyone wants to share that ring with me.
Everyone wants to beat me.
A victory over me is almost as prestigious as the Imperial Championship itself…..so twenty nine superstars will be looking to try and take at least one of those accolades this week at High Stakes. Win the shot, or take out Spike…..if you can’t have one, why not have the other? Me? Single minded. Narrow focus. That gold belongs to me, and I will not let anyone stand in my way. I’d take the entire rostor on by myself if I had to, just to ensure I had my chance to take my gold back and return to my thrown the true king of this federation.
It’s all about the glory.
Because The Kingdom, The Power, and the Glory are mine.
NOW.
AND FOREVER.
“Hearts beating faster running to the front lines
Nobody runs or makes it out alive
Look up to heaven as it rains from the sky
Nobody runs or makes it out alive”
Well howdy there pardner.