Post by Ghost Spike on Jun 22, 2014 21:47:34 GMT
“I think I’m going to like it here…..” - Abaddon, Knight of Hell
This Heir to the Throne tournament is wide open, much more than it was in it’s first incarnation. Despite the fact that Joe Everyman came from behind to defeat people who were far superior to him….this time around, people know what is at stake. People know that any single one of the people in this thing could walk out the winner, and end up going for the Imperial Title….and, y’know beating the piss poor reign of Joe Everyman. I could stand here and proclaim that it’s my destiny, I could announce it as my birthright…..hell…
I could call it fate.
Or I could whine about how it’s not fair, how I deserve an Imperial Title shot as much as The Ace does - if not more. I could bitch and moan about my recent win/loss record….I could play the “Mike Laszlo” card and try to shrug it off like it doesn’t effect me, like the losses don’t plague me….but I’m not an ignorant asshole like he is. I have not been on a good run the last month. Failing to win the Joker in the Pack has sent me down a path I’m not used to, a path I’m not familiar with….because before this month I barely lost….yet here I am.
Still fighting.
How many men and women have come through the halls of IWF and burned so quickly - yet never as brightly as yours truly - only to burn themselves out? A pretty lame analogy I know….but where are the likes of Joe Everyman? Rob Diamond? Ryan Blade? Lex Sense? Davey Ortega? This life takes a toll on your mind as well as your body, and only those built of sterner stuff can pull out all the stops week after week, month after month. For the last THIRTEEN months I have appeared at every pay per view event possible to perform for this company…
Not a single member of the roster can boast the same.
Yeah, I’ve been slacking a little recently, I haven’t been controlling IWF with an iron fist, which seems to have upset almost as many people as ruling with an iron fist upset. People are fickle beings aren’t they? I am the longest reigning Imperial Champion, I am one half of the UNDEFEATED tag team champions, and quite possibly the longest reigning also…..I am the first superstar inducted into the Hall of Fame. I’m the motherfucking God of Xtreme! I took a step back, as a favour to “Our Father” ….but not anymore. I’m tired of being the fall guy because I’m not shoving peoples teeth down their throat….I’m done taking orders….
It’s time to remind you all, who the fuck you’re dealing with.
~~~
This Heir to the Throne tournament is wide open, much more than it was in it’s first incarnation. Despite the fact that Joe Everyman came from behind to defeat people who were far superior to him….this time around, people know what is at stake. People know that any single one of the people in this thing could walk out the winner, and end up going for the Imperial Title….and, y’know beating the piss poor reign of Joe Everyman. I could stand here and proclaim that it’s my destiny, I could announce it as my birthright…..hell…
I could call it fate.
Or I could whine about how it’s not fair, how I deserve an Imperial Title shot as much as The Ace does - if not more. I could bitch and moan about my recent win/loss record….I could play the “Mike Laszlo” card and try to shrug it off like it doesn’t effect me, like the losses don’t plague me….but I’m not an ignorant asshole like he is. I have not been on a good run the last month. Failing to win the Joker in the Pack has sent me down a path I’m not used to, a path I’m not familiar with….because before this month I barely lost….yet here I am.
Still fighting.
How many men and women have come through the halls of IWF and burned so quickly - yet never as brightly as yours truly - only to burn themselves out? A pretty lame analogy I know….but where are the likes of Joe Everyman? Rob Diamond? Ryan Blade? Lex Sense? Davey Ortega? This life takes a toll on your mind as well as your body, and only those built of sterner stuff can pull out all the stops week after week, month after month. For the last THIRTEEN months I have appeared at every pay per view event possible to perform for this company…
Not a single member of the roster can boast the same.
Yeah, I’ve been slacking a little recently, I haven’t been controlling IWF with an iron fist, which seems to have upset almost as many people as ruling with an iron fist upset. People are fickle beings aren’t they? I am the longest reigning Imperial Champion, I am one half of the UNDEFEATED tag team champions, and quite possibly the longest reigning also…..I am the first superstar inducted into the Hall of Fame. I’m the motherfucking God of Xtreme! I took a step back, as a favour to “Our Father” ….but not anymore. I’m tired of being the fall guy because I’m not shoving peoples teeth down their throat….I’m done taking orders….
It’s time to remind you all, who the fuck you’re dealing with.
~~~
The adrenaline fills the air as the gates begin to open, those black gates that have remained shut ever since the Great War. The open once more, as the Knights of Hell go to war, those Knights who serve their Lord so well, together they take to the road to bring destruction to their Lords enemies on the Earth plane, the Knights of Hell…..RIDE!
Renee: Ah reckon we gon’ enjoy this.
The grin on his face is barely noticeable, but the malice in his eyes is painfully obvious. He sits atop his horse taking up the rear guard as the four of them begin to gallop through what looks like a waterfall of fire, and the world around them spins and blurs in a dizzying spell. The horses themselves jet black, with eyes of red begin to fade in and out of reality, the armour and weapons of the Knights doing exactly the same. Then, almost as if the brakes were slammed on, the spinning and blurring stops, and through a wall of flame bursts the four Knights, with a mighty roar as their horses have become choppers, their armour leathers, easily concealing them amongst this reality. Spike Kane leads the pack, his patch showing a “Hell’s Knights” logo and his bike a pale white. Ana Valentine rides next to him, hers a deep crimson, and her gaze is fixed upon her leader, a look on her face a little beyond excitement. The four of them slow to a crawl and pull over on the side of the road.
Nero: Nice disguise boss.
His words don’t seem sarcastic at first, but the question of whether they were or not is left in the air. Spike climbs off his bike and pats both Nero and Renee on their backs, and they follow suit. Nero’s bike is a dark green, almost infected looking, where as Renee’s has an orange glow…..almost like Amber you could say, who’s bike by the way, is a cold metallic steel.
Spike: First job, is just to get us back into the swing of things. This one isn’t for us. The girls are gonna take the lead, and just when things get a bit too desperate, that is when we make our play and scare the living shit out of every single one of them…...oh, and damn them for all eternity of course.
The camera pans around to show Amber and Ana smirking at each other as they climb off of their bikes and begin to walk towards a small plot that has an office, a few motel rooms, and a large bar, the neon sign above the parking lot flashes and draws moths and bugs as if it were a naked flame itself. The sign flashes once more and Spike’s eyes almost seem to set aflame as he looks up to read it.
“BATES MOTEL”
Nero: This is going to be brutal.
He cracks his knuckles, while Renee chuckles loudly at his words. Spike gazes off watching Ana and Amber walks right up to the bar, walking past the row of motorbikes parked outside. Women being in their “club” would draw what some people would call unwanted attention. For all the good some of these clubs did, their methodology was a little outdated, and their views on women were much like those of a gypsy, or perhaps a muslim. Maybe that is why Renee was loving things so well.
Spike: Man….I can’t wait. I’m just itching…..come on girls, lets send this place to hell.
The camera now pans away from the three men sitting on their bikes at the edge of the parking lot and pans around to the two girls who are right at the bar. Inside the office a nerdy looking dude with a mophead hair style has been enticed by the girls out of his office. His tweed jacket, and his large frame glasses make him obvious to see that he’s the owner of the motel…..Kristoff Bates. Amber turns to face him, and cocks an eyebrow when her image shifts to that of a tall skinny white haired man with a bare chest.
Amber: Oh my….you’ve got some unresolved issues haven’t you?
Bates seems hypnotized by Amber and just stumbles towards her. Ana rolls her eyes at Amber flaunting her abilities. She turns and cracks her neck before kicking the door open to the bar. The sound of a record skipping can be heard as all the noise from the bar quickly quiets down.
Ana: Right! Which one of you wankstains is buying me a drink!?
The camera pans back to Spike, Renee, and Nero who are all laughing incredibly loud at Ana’s choice of words. We can see Amber walk in after Ana, her image shifting through every porn star you’ve ever seen in your life, and probably a boatload more….and Elvis. There’s always one…..
Renee: She ‘as a way wit’ words, aye?
Spike: That she does my brother…..that she does. Shall we?
The three of them rise to their feet now and begin to walk towards the bar. Laughter can be heard coming from inside, before a blood curdling scream rips through the night and the three men begin to run towards the bar. Our scene begins to fade their though, as the lights from the motel shine down on the three men, and their shadows each showing the true Knight of Hell that resides within their human bodies.
~~~
Two people who do this job can only avoid each other for a certain amount of time before, inevitably, they end up facing each other…...again. We’ve done this dance probably more than the vast majority of the active roster right now haven’t we Bates? In more than one federation of course…..I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer of course, because I’d been doing it for a long time before you showed your face, and I’ll be doing it for a lot longer once you pull your usual trick of putting your tail between your legs….
And leaving.
Amusing as that thought is, I remember people saying the same thing about me….even recently. The likes of the mentally handicapped Xander Famularo tried to play on the fact I leave and come back more than Brett Favre - or Brad Kane…...yet I’ve not taken one step out of the door in over a year. I came back, closed the previous place down in style and then took IWF by storm. EVERY SINGLE PAY-PER-VIEW! I am what made this company what it is today, and I promise you this….just like Kelly Fox did….people will realise how important my contributions have been to this company.
I made the tag team division relevant.
I made the Imperial Championship worth something.
I brought prestige to this company.
I could go on and on, and you know me well enough to know that I’d love to do that too. I’m the greatest promoter of Spike Kane…..simply a part of this life, a part of ensuring you have a job next month, that you’re booked, that the crowd turn up to see you kick ass, or get your ass kicked. I bring the masses in, the majority of the time craving for my blood, because who doesn’t want to see the villain get his comeuppance….right? But you Bates? You’re a different kind of breed, I mean you had this ungodly union going on with Vampire Diaries….who did his usual trick and -BAMF-’d the hell out of here when things got tough. Hell, I’m surprised you didn’t go with him…..instead you stayed, and after I personally handed you the Invictus title - because Barber was more interested in his issues with yours truly….what did you do exactly?
Besides kill a division.
Oh, I know you have your eyes set on bigger fish. Dethroning Angel is almost as delightfully appetising as toppling the King from atop his once was….hell, even I have envisioned regaining my throne atop of IWF. The lure of that gold is stronger than anything else, but as a champion….you have a certain level of responsibility, responsibility that you’ve been neglecting. Who the hell do you think you are? Peter Parker!?
Get it?
Y’know…..”With great power” …..no? Ah, who cares.
Bates. I’m not going to sugar coat things. You’re a scary mother-trucker…..you’re more than a little unstable, which I know is like the pot calling the kettle the n-word. You’re unpredictable, and that is probably one of your strongest points, not to mention your outstanding anger issues. I know that pissing you off is probably something I shouldn't do, right? Cause I wouldn’t like you when you are hungry.
Wait that sounds wrong.
Nevermind.
The thing is Bates, people take you seriously. Even people like myself realise that you can be a force when the mood suits you, the only problem is that most of the time - you aren’t in the mood, and we get a flaccid performance from someone who’s supposedly the future of this company? Oh hell no. I’d rather burn this place to the ground than let someone like you run this place. You think that you are on your way because you’ve already messed with Angel, that you’ve made your plans known and….”made God bleed” …..like anyone gives a flying fuck. You’re a carnival attraction Bates, a sideshow…..a joke. A sick, sadistic, pathetic, joke. Nobody wants to be around you, nobody wants to team with you, and you end up standing there talking to yourself like an insane nutjob.
Hypocrisy, thy name is Spike Kane.
Suck it, dipshit.
You can think of me as a true test if you like Bates, think of me as the nasty bastard standing in your way, preventing you from getting your rightful shot at Angel - because you’re too scared to defend your own title. Hell, I could take it off you if I really wanted, rip that gold from your cold dead fingers and raise the InVictus division up to the level it should be regarded with….but you know what? It’s not worth it. You are not worth it. The whole idea of me taking my gaze away from the Imperial Championship and taking a literal step down to make your strap worthwhile…..it’s beneath me.
You’re beneath me.
So make the claims that it is your destiny to win the Heir to the Throne, that you’ve made God Bleed and that it’s the beginning of whatever age you want to try and spin this time, go around giving people CREEPY ASS HUGS in the corridors…..do whatever the hell it is that you do Bates, but just remember….I’m using you come Bloody Assizes. I’m using your body, your lifeless corpse to send a message to the entire world, and a message of intent to the IWF roster. I’m done playing around. I’m done taking a backseat. I’m done being the butt of jokes, for those not even fit enough to lace my boots. I’m working towards my own aims, and my own goals. I will reclaim my glory, and you will be the first step on that path. I’ll take you to your limits, run you ragged from pillar to post….and while you are dreaming about that moment when you topple Angel?
I’ll kick your goddamn face in.
All Hail.
Bitch.
Two people who do this job can only avoid each other for a certain amount of time before, inevitably, they end up facing each other…...again. We’ve done this dance probably more than the vast majority of the active roster right now haven’t we Bates? In more than one federation of course…..I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer of course, because I’d been doing it for a long time before you showed your face, and I’ll be doing it for a lot longer once you pull your usual trick of putting your tail between your legs….
And leaving.
Amusing as that thought is, I remember people saying the same thing about me….even recently. The likes of the mentally handicapped Xander Famularo tried to play on the fact I leave and come back more than Brett Favre - or Brad Kane…...yet I’ve not taken one step out of the door in over a year. I came back, closed the previous place down in style and then took IWF by storm. EVERY SINGLE PAY-PER-VIEW! I am what made this company what it is today, and I promise you this….just like Kelly Fox did….people will realise how important my contributions have been to this company.
I made the tag team division relevant.
I made the Imperial Championship worth something.
I brought prestige to this company.
I could go on and on, and you know me well enough to know that I’d love to do that too. I’m the greatest promoter of Spike Kane…..simply a part of this life, a part of ensuring you have a job next month, that you’re booked, that the crowd turn up to see you kick ass, or get your ass kicked. I bring the masses in, the majority of the time craving for my blood, because who doesn’t want to see the villain get his comeuppance….right? But you Bates? You’re a different kind of breed, I mean you had this ungodly union going on with Vampire Diaries….who did his usual trick and -BAMF-’d the hell out of here when things got tough. Hell, I’m surprised you didn’t go with him…..instead you stayed, and after I personally handed you the Invictus title - because Barber was more interested in his issues with yours truly….what did you do exactly?
Besides kill a division.
Oh, I know you have your eyes set on bigger fish. Dethroning Angel is almost as delightfully appetising as toppling the King from atop his once was….hell, even I have envisioned regaining my throne atop of IWF. The lure of that gold is stronger than anything else, but as a champion….you have a certain level of responsibility, responsibility that you’ve been neglecting. Who the hell do you think you are? Peter Parker!?
Get it?
Y’know…..”With great power” …..no? Ah, who cares.
Bates. I’m not going to sugar coat things. You’re a scary mother-trucker…..you’re more than a little unstable, which I know is like the pot calling the kettle the n-word. You’re unpredictable, and that is probably one of your strongest points, not to mention your outstanding anger issues. I know that pissing you off is probably something I shouldn't do, right? Cause I wouldn’t like you when you are hungry.
Wait that sounds wrong.
Nevermind.
The thing is Bates, people take you seriously. Even people like myself realise that you can be a force when the mood suits you, the only problem is that most of the time - you aren’t in the mood, and we get a flaccid performance from someone who’s supposedly the future of this company? Oh hell no. I’d rather burn this place to the ground than let someone like you run this place. You think that you are on your way because you’ve already messed with Angel, that you’ve made your plans known and….”made God bleed” …..like anyone gives a flying fuck. You’re a carnival attraction Bates, a sideshow…..a joke. A sick, sadistic, pathetic, joke. Nobody wants to be around you, nobody wants to team with you, and you end up standing there talking to yourself like an insane nutjob.
Hypocrisy, thy name is Spike Kane.
Suck it, dipshit.
You can think of me as a true test if you like Bates, think of me as the nasty bastard standing in your way, preventing you from getting your rightful shot at Angel - because you’re too scared to defend your own title. Hell, I could take it off you if I really wanted, rip that gold from your cold dead fingers and raise the InVictus division up to the level it should be regarded with….but you know what? It’s not worth it. You are not worth it. The whole idea of me taking my gaze away from the Imperial Championship and taking a literal step down to make your strap worthwhile…..it’s beneath me.
You’re beneath me.
So make the claims that it is your destiny to win the Heir to the Throne, that you’ve made God Bleed and that it’s the beginning of whatever age you want to try and spin this time, go around giving people CREEPY ASS HUGS in the corridors…..do whatever the hell it is that you do Bates, but just remember….I’m using you come Bloody Assizes. I’m using your body, your lifeless corpse to send a message to the entire world, and a message of intent to the IWF roster. I’m done playing around. I’m done taking a backseat. I’m done being the butt of jokes, for those not even fit enough to lace my boots. I’m working towards my own aims, and my own goals. I will reclaim my glory, and you will be the first step on that path. I’ll take you to your limits, run you ragged from pillar to post….and while you are dreaming about that moment when you topple Angel?
I’ll kick your goddamn face in.
All Hail.
Bitch.
Well howdy there pardner.