Post by Ghost Spike on Apr 19, 2014 23:31:56 GMT
I told the world, but nobody would listen. I laid it out on a plate for each and every single one of you….but you turned deaf ears towards me. No matter how many times I deliver the truth unto you all, nobody pays attention, nobody accepts that the words I speak are gospel truth. I’m not the type of person to lie, I deliver the words that hurt more than any lie could. I told every one of you that the Age of X was upon us.
Nobody believed me.
I told the world what was coming, but instead of listening to me, you all buried your heads in the sand and tried to ignore it, you tried to ignore me. You tried to pretend that everything was ok, maybe prayed to whatever heretical gods you pray to, or perhaps hoped for the heroes to come and save you. But they never did….and they never will. I warned you all, I told you all, I promised you all.
War has come to IWF.
~~~
Nobody believed me.
I told the world what was coming, but instead of listening to me, you all buried your heads in the sand and tried to ignore it, you tried to ignore me. You tried to pretend that everything was ok, maybe prayed to whatever heretical gods you pray to, or perhaps hoped for the heroes to come and save you. But they never did….and they never will. I warned you all, I told you all, I promised you all.
War has come to IWF.
~~~
“I think I love her.”
It’s the only thought that filled his mind, and it had done for days now. Echoing as if a crack of thunder itself, it resonated within his head, and it filled his every waking moment.
“I think I love her.”
As if his mind were a room, and the walls were bare, the words hit each and every one, and still they echo. Though, the odd feeling seems to creep through that the words aren’t being received the way that you would expect them to be.
-<Do you really?>
The venom bites back, and the snap can be heard with an even sharper echo than before. The image before us begins to become apparent, the night sky shining above us, the dim lights from the street lamps and the distant car parks illuminate us enough, but the main source of light seems to be coming through a window. Spike Kane stands outside the window, with his hood up on his jacket, simply staring through the window.
“I think I love her.”
Standing in the dark, Spike has his hands inside the pockets of his hooded jacket, and a very far away look on his face. Almost as if he’s constantly fighting a battle, with a hint of a gaunt look underneath too. He moves towards the window, clearly hypnotized by what he can see through the window.
-<What makes you think you are capable of love?> {What makes you think you deserve it?}
He closes his eyes, as if the words deal actual physical pain to him, but he grimaces and opens his eyes, as if shrugging the thoughts out of his head.
-<Alysson took advantage of you…..River took advantage of you…..even Tanya took advantage of you.> {What kind of man do you need to be for someone to hide your son from you for six years!?} -<The idiot speaks truth.>
His face trembles ever so slightly, his heart still hurts for the years he never got to spend with his first born son, years he was so unaware that he even existed. His son who was so painfully taken from him, unlike Xander…..there was still the glimmer of hope that he had a future with Xander, but not Zell. Zell was gone, forever.
-<That’s if he even existed….>
This time Spike forces his eyes shut, a few tears start to well at the corners of his eyes. The voices had toyed with him for so long, that he had begun to adapt, but now his very memories had begun to torment him. Days he had woken up to a life where he had never met Tanya Bird, and they had never had a son together, and then the next he’d awake to the heart ache of losing his son. It was more than enough to break a lesser man. As he opened his eyes he removed a hand from his pocket, clenching it in a fist.
“I think I love her.”
No other words escaped from his mouth, a single minded focus seeming to dawn on him. Almost as if he believes that he can drown the voices out, because he knows he cannot ignore them. It’s now that he places a hand on the window and moves right up next to it, the light from inside illuminating Spike’s face fully for the first time. His eyes don’t seem to focus on anything but when he looks through the window.
“I think I love her.”
-<You don’t love her. You cannot love anything. You simply need her…...you need her, to escape. Escape your pain, escape your depression….>
{Escape your guilt.}
The camera pans now as we see him lean up against the glass, and inside the room we see none other than Ana Valentine clearly warming down from a workout, dressed in her training gear. Spike’s eyes never move from staring at her, but his gaze is broken when John Barber walks into the room.
{Oh snap bro.}
It looks almost like his eyes are getting deeper and colder by the minute as he stares at the two of them through the window. He removes his hand from the glass, and instead holds it down at his side, the other now removed from his pocket, both now become tightly clenched and shaking fists. His jaw trembles with anger and rage as he glares at the two of them, a sneer spreading across his face as it grows.
-<I think HE loves her….>
Fade.
~~~
So here we are, one more time. We find ourselves going head to head, yet agaon. However, this time your main weapon is missing isn’t it Xander? This time you can’t rant about your god damn fucked up family and it’s little voodoo that it holds over me when it comes to being in that ring. The Famularos and their constant boasts, the type of people who pretend that they don’t hide behind them, then turn around and do exactly that. Your father did it, and you’ve done it every single time we’ve faced off in the ring. Yet you know that you have nothing over me anymore Xander….
I’ve finally beaten you.
The one thing you used to hold over me so much is gone Hatebreeder. There is no mystical allure to locking up in the ring with you anymore, it’s fallen apart much like your career has since you’ve walked through the doors of IWF. The faltering career that had so much promise, yet you claim that I am the one who needs to be in the spotlight, that I am the one who has to return to such fervor and applause. Let me get this straight….I’ve been in IWF since day one, and have fought or worked every single week since it started…
You left when you lost your title like a cry baby.
But I’m the one who needs the big spotlight?
I’m the one who aligns himself with someone to make the headlines?
Please Xander, those “bricks” you pulled from my “facade” as you put it, must have been the very ones you bash your brains in with every night to get to sleep….because I think your mask is slipping, I think your own facade is dropping and we’re finally getting to see who the real Xander Famularo is. A pathetic, petty, whiny, douchebag. Me? Xander, I’m sure you’ve been paying attention because you love to tell us so much when you do finally grace us with your presence…..but I’m currently the longest reigning Imperial Champion, and the longest reigning Tag Team Champion…..in fact, InFamous were never defeated…
So please, continue to tell me how I need the spotlight to survive.
I think you’ll find my dear Hatebreeder, that I’ve earned my place in the spotlight. Whilst you’ve been moping at home, with your fucking joke of a father, and wishy washy slut of a wife. Whispering behind peoples backs, and trying your hardest to try and cause damage to this federation in your absence…..I’ve been here. Working. Fighting. Earning.
When was the last time you EARNED anything?
When was the last time you weren’t handed everything?
Whatever you say, I know it’ll be a lie.
Your family name is the equivalent of having a silver spoon shoved up your ass in this business. Thrown into the main event, handed championships here and there. Even here in IWF, you walked in and were handed the heavyweight championship. Go on, tell me I’m wrong, tell me that I’m a liar. We both know in the bottom of our guts that you didn’t do a god damn thing to earn that belt, and hey…..when the going got tough, and Xavier Cross put you back in your place?
Famularo got going.
Not me though, I crucified him.
The only reason you are back is because of me Xander. You wanted to make your name off of me, you wanted to do every single thing you’ve accused me of….but at my expense. You wanted to be the big man who put an end to the King who had ruled this federation with an iron fist. Tell me, how’s that going for you? Oh yes, you cost me my chance at the gold, you cost me my chance at winning the Roulette….but what about you Xander? Has your entire being been completely dedicated to thwarting my own?
Do I really hold that much sway over you?
Like those who came before you….The Ace…..The Brothers Holland…..Alex Jones…..even my own brothers. So many people have made taking me down their single minded goal….and it’s never ended well for them. Oh, some will try and shrug it off like a past failure they’re not haunted by, like The Ace. Others understand the folly of their ways, like the last time Alex Jones and I faced in the Dragons Den. What do you think lies ahead for you Xander? Do you really think that your career is going in the right direction? A simple transitional heavyweight championship reign, and losing to the one man you’ve never lost in singles competition before?
I’m so scared.
It’s funny though isn’t it? How you talk complete and utter shit as if you hadn’t tried to do things this way yourself. YOU aligned with Lex Sense, YOU tried to take over IWF with a show of force, YOU had clandestine meetings and secret plots…...but YOU failed! How did it feel Xander? Please tell me, because I’ve been waiting for so long to hear this…..how did it feel when the revelation came out? When you realised that Lex Sense was working for me all along….that I’d controlled the man you pledged your allegiance to? That your juggernauts were just a distraction….
That I played you like a finely strung guitar.
I bet it burned. I bet it stung. However, you were too busy tucking your tail and heading in the opposite direction for me to even bother asking you. Whilst I began my ascent to the very top of this company, you had turned tail and run. Fled, like the cowardly loser that you are. Xander Famularo doesn’t lose, right? That couldn’t happen….
Maybe not in nCw.
But this isn’t nCw is it Xander? And your family don’t hold the reigns anymore. You aren’t protected anymore Xander. Daddy can’t come to the rescue, your sister can’t fight for you, and lord knows that Adam and Kelly couldn’t really give two squirts of shit about the Hatebreeder and his run in IWF. Though, to be honest, outside of the Hatebreeder himself…..does anybody? Oh, perhaps Roberto Verona….your one last ally. The one last remaining silver spooned arsehole who’s willing to gift you anything to keep you happy. To keep you here working for IWF, to keep you settled like the little spoilt brat that you are. Oh, don’t think we haven’t noticed Xander, don’t think we know EXACTLY how you and your entire family work….
The rest of us earn it.
So bring what you have to face me once again, bring what ever you can muster, because I’m not afraid of you Xander Famularo, I never have been….and I never will be. Call yourself Hatebreeder if it make you feel better, you could even don your daddies dear old mask, if it makes you feel like you actually mean something to anybody…..hell, you can bring that silver spoon, and I’ll smash it over your head. I’ve outsmarted you since day one Xander, whether you’ll care to admit it or not, the truth is there for all to see, and the facts are on my side, no matter what spin you put on things.
I am the God of Xtreme.
I am the first Horseman of the Age of X.
I have broken the Famularo curse, and come Sunday Night…...I’ll put the final nail in the coffin that is the career, of Xander Famularo.
ONCE.
AND.
FOR ALL!
[/color]So here we are, one more time. We find ourselves going head to head, yet agaon. However, this time your main weapon is missing isn’t it Xander? This time you can’t rant about your god damn fucked up family and it’s little voodoo that it holds over me when it comes to being in that ring. The Famularos and their constant boasts, the type of people who pretend that they don’t hide behind them, then turn around and do exactly that. Your father did it, and you’ve done it every single time we’ve faced off in the ring. Yet you know that you have nothing over me anymore Xander….
I’ve finally beaten you.
The one thing you used to hold over me so much is gone Hatebreeder. There is no mystical allure to locking up in the ring with you anymore, it’s fallen apart much like your career has since you’ve walked through the doors of IWF. The faltering career that had so much promise, yet you claim that I am the one who needs to be in the spotlight, that I am the one who has to return to such fervor and applause. Let me get this straight….I’ve been in IWF since day one, and have fought or worked every single week since it started…
You left when you lost your title like a cry baby.
But I’m the one who needs the big spotlight?
I’m the one who aligns himself with someone to make the headlines?
Please Xander, those “bricks” you pulled from my “facade” as you put it, must have been the very ones you bash your brains in with every night to get to sleep….because I think your mask is slipping, I think your own facade is dropping and we’re finally getting to see who the real Xander Famularo is. A pathetic, petty, whiny, douchebag. Me? Xander, I’m sure you’ve been paying attention because you love to tell us so much when you do finally grace us with your presence…..but I’m currently the longest reigning Imperial Champion, and the longest reigning Tag Team Champion…..in fact, InFamous were never defeated…
So please, continue to tell me how I need the spotlight to survive.
I think you’ll find my dear Hatebreeder, that I’ve earned my place in the spotlight. Whilst you’ve been moping at home, with your fucking joke of a father, and wishy washy slut of a wife. Whispering behind peoples backs, and trying your hardest to try and cause damage to this federation in your absence…..I’ve been here. Working. Fighting. Earning.
When was the last time you EARNED anything?
When was the last time you weren’t handed everything?
Whatever you say, I know it’ll be a lie.
Your family name is the equivalent of having a silver spoon shoved up your ass in this business. Thrown into the main event, handed championships here and there. Even here in IWF, you walked in and were handed the heavyweight championship. Go on, tell me I’m wrong, tell me that I’m a liar. We both know in the bottom of our guts that you didn’t do a god damn thing to earn that belt, and hey…..when the going got tough, and Xavier Cross put you back in your place?
Famularo got going.
Not me though, I crucified him.
The only reason you are back is because of me Xander. You wanted to make your name off of me, you wanted to do every single thing you’ve accused me of….but at my expense. You wanted to be the big man who put an end to the King who had ruled this federation with an iron fist. Tell me, how’s that going for you? Oh yes, you cost me my chance at the gold, you cost me my chance at winning the Roulette….but what about you Xander? Has your entire being been completely dedicated to thwarting my own?
Do I really hold that much sway over you?
Like those who came before you….The Ace…..The Brothers Holland…..Alex Jones…..even my own brothers. So many people have made taking me down their single minded goal….and it’s never ended well for them. Oh, some will try and shrug it off like a past failure they’re not haunted by, like The Ace. Others understand the folly of their ways, like the last time Alex Jones and I faced in the Dragons Den. What do you think lies ahead for you Xander? Do you really think that your career is going in the right direction? A simple transitional heavyweight championship reign, and losing to the one man you’ve never lost in singles competition before?
I’m so scared.
It’s funny though isn’t it? How you talk complete and utter shit as if you hadn’t tried to do things this way yourself. YOU aligned with Lex Sense, YOU tried to take over IWF with a show of force, YOU had clandestine meetings and secret plots…...but YOU failed! How did it feel Xander? Please tell me, because I’ve been waiting for so long to hear this…..how did it feel when the revelation came out? When you realised that Lex Sense was working for me all along….that I’d controlled the man you pledged your allegiance to? That your juggernauts were just a distraction….
That I played you like a finely strung guitar.
I bet it burned. I bet it stung. However, you were too busy tucking your tail and heading in the opposite direction for me to even bother asking you. Whilst I began my ascent to the very top of this company, you had turned tail and run. Fled, like the cowardly loser that you are. Xander Famularo doesn’t lose, right? That couldn’t happen….
Maybe not in nCw.
But this isn’t nCw is it Xander? And your family don’t hold the reigns anymore. You aren’t protected anymore Xander. Daddy can’t come to the rescue, your sister can’t fight for you, and lord knows that Adam and Kelly couldn’t really give two squirts of shit about the Hatebreeder and his run in IWF. Though, to be honest, outside of the Hatebreeder himself…..does anybody? Oh, perhaps Roberto Verona….your one last ally. The one last remaining silver spooned arsehole who’s willing to gift you anything to keep you happy. To keep you here working for IWF, to keep you settled like the little spoilt brat that you are. Oh, don’t think we haven’t noticed Xander, don’t think we know EXACTLY how you and your entire family work….
The rest of us earn it.
So bring what you have to face me once again, bring what ever you can muster, because I’m not afraid of you Xander Famularo, I never have been….and I never will be. Call yourself Hatebreeder if it make you feel better, you could even don your daddies dear old mask, if it makes you feel like you actually mean something to anybody…..hell, you can bring that silver spoon, and I’ll smash it over your head. I’ve outsmarted you since day one Xander, whether you’ll care to admit it or not, the truth is there for all to see, and the facts are on my side, no matter what spin you put on things.
I am the God of Xtreme.
I am the first Horseman of the Age of X.
I have broken the Famularo curse, and come Sunday Night…...I’ll put the final nail in the coffin that is the career, of Xander Famularo.
ONCE.
AND.
FOR ALL!
Well howdy there pardner.