Post by Warren Kane on Jan 25, 2015 19:29:53 GMT
Being chosen carries a certain level of responsibility, a certain amount of weight. It's something I've become used to since stepping foot into this company. The sideways glances from my fellow peers, the downward sneers from those who believe they are above me, the hopes that I'll fall flat on my face and fail. Not so that they can laugh at me, not so they can point and mock me myself....no...
So they can say how Spike had failed.
Nobody gave me a chance in hell of succeeding, because nobody really cared about me, they only cared about the man behind me. The man behind the curtain, the great and powerful Oz. It took me a long time to realise this, but when I did? Man....that weight was lifted, and it felt like having the pressure of a lifetime released, the weight of the world just gone. You know when that weight is gone and you suddenly feel weightless?
Like you could achieve anything?
I've gone from strength to strength, passed every test that has been laid out in front of me, and I'm only growing stronger. I'm a young buck, as some might say....one of the youngest in this company, and that's something everyone always forgets. There is only one direction for my career, and that is upwards, a direction I am firmly driving myself. Last month I was put in a position where my loyalties were firmly tested, where my devotion to my Father was strained, and His guidance, His truth was truly put to the test. Yet I pulled through, I passed the test, I succeeded. His truth shone through, and His glory marched on.
Now I will reap what we have sown.
The Invictus Title will stay in our family.
~~~
So they can say how Spike had failed.
Nobody gave me a chance in hell of succeeding, because nobody really cared about me, they only cared about the man behind me. The man behind the curtain, the great and powerful Oz. It took me a long time to realise this, but when I did? Man....that weight was lifted, and it felt like having the pressure of a lifetime released, the weight of the world just gone. You know when that weight is gone and you suddenly feel weightless?
Like you could achieve anything?
I've gone from strength to strength, passed every test that has been laid out in front of me, and I'm only growing stronger. I'm a young buck, as some might say....one of the youngest in this company, and that's something everyone always forgets. There is only one direction for my career, and that is upwards, a direction I am firmly driving myself. Last month I was put in a position where my loyalties were firmly tested, where my devotion to my Father was strained, and His guidance, His truth was truly put to the test. Yet I pulled through, I passed the test, I succeeded. His truth shone through, and His glory marched on.
Now I will reap what we have sown.
The Invictus Title will stay in our family.
~~~
November 2013 – Hellview, USA
My breathing was beginning to become shallow as I knelt on one knee, a knuckle on the matt propping me up. I tried to catch my breath, but he was on me quicker than I expected. For a man his size, and age, he was a lot faster than many gave him credit. He swung for my head with a leg lariat, and I rolled underneath ducking my head under just like he taught me too, that one was a judo roll – least that's what he told me. I was on my feet in less than a second, he'd taught me that it was the whole point of the rolls and falls in the first place, and I turned to face him. Before I had a chance to react, a big black boot slammed right into my face and the next thing I knew the floor was rushing up to meet the back of my head.
“Damn dude, you gotta learn to take a fall better than that or you're gonna end up concussed all the time.”
I felt the back of my head go warm as Spike Kane stood over me holding out his hand to help me back to my feet. Despite the fact that he was some monster on television, we was great to train with. He had taught me lots of little things that most people wouldn't bother, the things that people seem to miss, and things that others might regard as dirty tactics but still things you need to know, things that you need to prepare for because people will still use them.
“Getting gassed in the middle of a match is a huge problem. If you find yourself in that situation, the best thing you can do is try and lock your opponent in the easiest submission move you can think of, something that requires minimal effort on your behalf.....we call it a rest hold. You follow?”
I nodded my head in agreement as I pulled myself up using his arm. Advice like this was what would make me a star in the wrestling business one day, if I ever got through this wrestling school. Not many people got one on one sessions with Spike, but this week he was taking time out to teach us all individually on certain things he thought we needed work on. So far we'd just had a sparring session.
“So, have you put any thought into a persona or any signature moves?”
He was walking away from me when he said it, but I tried not to drop my guard. It was something he did often, try and throw you off and then attack. The truth is, I hadn't put much thought into it, I'd been so focused on my training I hadn't actually thought about what came after the training, about what I'd do when I left Hellview, about if I actually would leave Hellview.
“How about, he jumps off the top rope with a diving head butt to the balls and calls it the dick muncher!?”
The voice came from behind, and I didn't even know anybody had come in. It was Spike's tag team partner Rob Diamond. I hadn't met him before, only really heard of him by reputation but in person there was just.... something about him. His presence.... kind of made me want to I don't know. Punch him? I think.
“Yeah, yeah Rob. You think you can take him?”
He rolled his tongue around the inside of his cheek and for some reason it made me smirk, I wanted to spar with him now. I wanted to take him down a peg or too. I wanted to grab him and show him that I was better, more dominant. He slid in the ring towards me and flicked his gorgeous hair.....his well styled hair....and began to circle me, but he had no idea what was in store. He swung a lazy clothesline, and I easily ducked underneath and turned giving him a cheeky slap on the back of the head.
“Oh no you didn't!”
That seemed to piss him off, and I had to stop myself from giggling, something about winding him up made me feel happy inside. He lunged forwards and went for a lock up, and I went for it with all my strength, trying to fight back, his face was right up against mine, his eyebrows all scrunched up with frustration, his little red lips all puckered up almost as if he was waiting for me to.....to......no. Wait....what. I dropped to a knee, my training starting to kick in. I slid to the side and rolled around, grabbing him and following through rolling Rob up with a schoolboy, but he immediately kicked out and rolled away with what seemed to be anger.
“Dude! What the fuck!? Dude! He grabbed my junk!”
“Hahaha! Chill out Rob, this shit happens man. Don't tell me you've never accidentally touched another dudes dick when you've been in the ring.”
I didn't move a muscle, I was frozen.....I couldn't bring myself to say a word, and even if I could my mouth had gone bone dry.
“No way man. There's an accident, and then there's like totally cupping my balls and shit. Fuck this shit...I'm not doing this again....”
He looked right at me, right into my eyes, almost as if he was looking right into my soul, and in that moment, that death stare I knew that Rob Diamond would never think about me the way I'd just realised I was thinking about him. What in the hell was wrong with me!?
~~~
Your flock invaded the twitterverse recently, like a bunch of prepubescent nerds. Spouting about their history, about who beat who aeons ago, and how about who had the biggest ego, or penis, or whatever it was....I kinda lost focus because it got so boring and repetitive – especially when Jack Gaither was trying to play the “Ancient History” card one second, and then bringing up the past the next. The thing is, he hit the nail right on the head the first time.....ancient history is exactly what you guys are.....ancient fucking history, that nobody gives a flying fuck about. You walk around here like you're gods gift to wrestling, but when it's all said and done, the only thing you've really achieved?
Is cleaning your jock strap in every sweaty bingo hall in the world.
It must sting your pride to know that I debuted in a major federation Nighthawk. It must really hurt to know that people like your father worked their pathetic asses off, only for charming young individuals like myself to walk all over their so-called “legacies” and piss all over them with ease. With effortless ability, and walk into a contract with a ridiculous amount of money, eh? I know the fact that I'm the next Invictus Champion can't be sitting well with you Hawk, but hey....who are we to argue with destiny? Who are we to argue with His design? I've seen what happens to those who fight it. I've seen what happens to those who resist.
I tried to myself.
I fought, but then I saw the light.
I saw the truth.
I'm going to climb that ladder and finally achieve greatness Nighthawk, I'm going to become the Invictus Champion, and that belt will stay right where it belongs.....but don't think for a second I'm overlooking the very well travelled, very well experienced, and very well worked expert that you are. I know you are damn good Hawk....I've fallen to you before, I've felt that bitter sting of defeat, but this time there is more than pride on the line. There is more than a W in the column up for grabs....I have to win, I have to secure that gold. For myself, for my own legacy, for Judas, for my family.....for Him. For my own sake, I need to rise above, figuratively and literally. I learn from my matches Nighthawk, and I learned from our last encounter. You've apparently seen it all, done it all, and won it all Nighthawk....but it doesn't intimidate me, my trainer says exactly the same, only he backed it up.
Yet I kicked his teeth down his throat.
I'm not scared of the IWF Hall of Famer, so why would I be scared of you?
You most certainly have a fight on your hands buddy, the scrappiest fight you've ever been in....because if you truly want to go down fighting....I'll be more than happy to be the one to put you down. THAT is how much this means to me. This is the step I need to take, this is the step I have to take....for you it's all about reaffirming yourself, proving that you are not all hot air, that you can make it here as much as you can elsewhere...
For me?
I just need to prove I can make it.
~~~
Your flock invaded the twitterverse recently, like a bunch of prepubescent nerds. Spouting about their history, about who beat who aeons ago, and how about who had the biggest ego, or penis, or whatever it was....I kinda lost focus because it got so boring and repetitive – especially when Jack Gaither was trying to play the “Ancient History” card one second, and then bringing up the past the next. The thing is, he hit the nail right on the head the first time.....ancient history is exactly what you guys are.....ancient fucking history, that nobody gives a flying fuck about. You walk around here like you're gods gift to wrestling, but when it's all said and done, the only thing you've really achieved?
Is cleaning your jock strap in every sweaty bingo hall in the world.
It must sting your pride to know that I debuted in a major federation Nighthawk. It must really hurt to know that people like your father worked their pathetic asses off, only for charming young individuals like myself to walk all over their so-called “legacies” and piss all over them with ease. With effortless ability, and walk into a contract with a ridiculous amount of money, eh? I know the fact that I'm the next Invictus Champion can't be sitting well with you Hawk, but hey....who are we to argue with destiny? Who are we to argue with His design? I've seen what happens to those who fight it. I've seen what happens to those who resist.
I tried to myself.
I fought, but then I saw the light.
I saw the truth.
I'm going to climb that ladder and finally achieve greatness Nighthawk, I'm going to become the Invictus Champion, and that belt will stay right where it belongs.....but don't think for a second I'm overlooking the very well travelled, very well experienced, and very well worked expert that you are. I know you are damn good Hawk....I've fallen to you before, I've felt that bitter sting of defeat, but this time there is more than pride on the line. There is more than a W in the column up for grabs....I have to win, I have to secure that gold. For myself, for my own legacy, for Judas, for my family.....for Him. For my own sake, I need to rise above, figuratively and literally. I learn from my matches Nighthawk, and I learned from our last encounter. You've apparently seen it all, done it all, and won it all Nighthawk....but it doesn't intimidate me, my trainer says exactly the same, only he backed it up.
Yet I kicked his teeth down his throat.
I'm not scared of the IWF Hall of Famer, so why would I be scared of you?
You most certainly have a fight on your hands buddy, the scrappiest fight you've ever been in....because if you truly want to go down fighting....I'll be more than happy to be the one to put you down. THAT is how much this means to me. This is the step I need to take, this is the step I have to take....for you it's all about reaffirming yourself, proving that you are not all hot air, that you can make it here as much as you can elsewhere...
For me?
I just need to prove I can make it.
~~~
24th January 2015, The Compound
My mind was focused, the Invictus title would be coming home. I'd already prepared a place on the shelf in my room. Judas had spoken to me, and we had dealt with the traitor in our midst. Though tinged with sadness at having to get rid of the Sentinel, it filled me with confidence to know that Judas put so much trust in me, it made me believe that I could truly go into that ring at Metamorphosis and walk out the champion. It truly was His will.
“Hey honey....”
It felt like my heart skipped a beat when she spoke, I'd been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't been paying attention to the time. I'd completely forgotten that Maggie was coming to my room tonight. She'd been pressurising me a lot recently, she wanted to take our relationship to the next level, but I wasn't wholly comfortable with it......I didn't know how to tell her I was a virgin.
“Are you OK?”
She'd poked her head in just as I rose from my bed to greet her, I flashed her a smile to let her know it was OK for her to come in. I tried to contain myself when I saw her new hairstyle, it'd been my idea for her....some new way of establishing her individuality or...something like that, or at least that's what I told her.
“Do you like it? It's a bit short....I've never had short hair before.”
She was clearly uncomfortable, so I brought her closer to me and placed my arms around her in an embrace, squeezing tight to show her that I cared. I felt her sigh with relief and it made me feel better too, like I could let some relief go myself, let some tension go too.
“You look perfect Maggie”
My words left a magical smile spread across her face as the embrace ended and she continued to hold my hands. She lent in for a kiss, but I moved my head just before the moment and broke the connection of our hands.
“There's just one thing missing.....”
I felt myself almost seem to slither into darkness as I moved behind her to close the door and reach up to the hanger and grab the IWF Rob Diamond t-shirt I had there. I passed it to her, the look of confusion on her face, as a sly smirk spread across mine. I didn't want her to question anything, I didn't want anybody to question anything, I didn't want anybody to know anything.....I just wanted what my heart wanted.....but I couldn't bring myself to admit it. I knew it was shame, but life as a professional wrestler was hard enough, I had to keep this to myself.....myself and Maggie.
“Just put this on”
“B-but W-w-warren.....”
I moved closer to her, bearing down on her.
“Put it on Maggie”
I walked towards her, my eyes glaring at her as she reached towards me, her hair styled like him, the t-shirt one of his......I can't have him, but I can have something close.
~~~
Pot.
Kettle.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm tired of hearing you go on. And on. And on. And on. When you can actually manage to get the names of your pathetic minions, or brothers, or horsemen, or whatever the hell you're calling yourselves correct.....you waffle on like some middle aged woman who only has cats to talk to, when she finally has some human contact....she just doesn't want to let it go. I get it.....you don't like me....I don't give a rats ass. I don't like you. I don't like any single one of the Apocalypse Ponies, or your little old man that seems to lead your pack. No....and what I don't like even more?
Is fucking hypocrites.
Yes, I follow Judas Alliah. Yes, he filled my head with stories, with promises, with everything he could to get me to side with him, to join his family....but for the last fucking time...HE DIDN'T LIE....HE TOLD THE GOD DAMN FUCKING TRUTH.
He promised me a family. I have one.
He promised me love. I have it.
He promised me a purpose. I have one.
He promised me a limelight. I have one.
He promised me a home. I have one.
So please continue to tell me how I've been brainwashed and led astray, please continue to tell me how Judas has filled my head with lies and garbage. Please continue to spill your heretical, hypocritical bullshit until you bleed from your god damn nostrils, because honestly? I don't care anymore. I'm tired of hearing it. I've started to switch off whenever one of you cronies starts yammering on, because it's the same old shit week in and week out. It's not even hellfire and brimstone, it's just tired, old, and boring threats that you fail to deliver on. Last week we were in a match together, a match you keep saying you “almost” had won, but we both lost....
Admit it motherfucker, we both lost.
We lost to a better man.
Renee Pleasant deserves our respect, whether you want to admit it or not. You can say I cost you the match, you can say I never stood a chance of winning, but at the end of the day all that matters is you finished on an equal pegging to myself. You are no better than me Death. You are nowhere near better than me, the Power Rankings alone show that, our histories in IWF show that. I'm in for my second Invictus Title match in two months, and this time....this time, it's for real, and I promise you this.....nothing on this planet will stop me from walking out of that ring with that belt raised high. It belongs to my family, and it will stay with my family.....you and yours? You don't deserve it, and you won't walk away with it, because it isn't His will, it isn't His truth.
Judas has given up this belt for me....not for you, it is my destiny to claim this championship, and how sweet it is that I will climb above the masses to claim it. Climb above you and your petty claims of righteousness, climb above your “horsemen” and become the greatest Invictus Champion this company has ever, or will ever see. My path is set before me, and I see it crystal clear....I am a man with true conviction, and you say the same for yourself? I am a believer, a true believer, and nothing in this world is more powerful than belief....nothing can stop it.
Conviction.
I have mine.
Can you say you have yours?
I will rise and my personal metamorphosis will be complete, from brother....
To Champion.
[/color][/center]Pot.
Kettle.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm tired of hearing you go on. And on. And on. And on. When you can actually manage to get the names of your pathetic minions, or brothers, or horsemen, or whatever the hell you're calling yourselves correct.....you waffle on like some middle aged woman who only has cats to talk to, when she finally has some human contact....she just doesn't want to let it go. I get it.....you don't like me....I don't give a rats ass. I don't like you. I don't like any single one of the Apocalypse Ponies, or your little old man that seems to lead your pack. No....and what I don't like even more?
Is fucking hypocrites.
Yes, I follow Judas Alliah. Yes, he filled my head with stories, with promises, with everything he could to get me to side with him, to join his family....but for the last fucking time...HE DIDN'T LIE....HE TOLD THE GOD DAMN FUCKING TRUTH.
He promised me a family. I have one.
He promised me love. I have it.
He promised me a purpose. I have one.
He promised me a limelight. I have one.
He promised me a home. I have one.
So please continue to tell me how I've been brainwashed and led astray, please continue to tell me how Judas has filled my head with lies and garbage. Please continue to spill your heretical, hypocritical bullshit until you bleed from your god damn nostrils, because honestly? I don't care anymore. I'm tired of hearing it. I've started to switch off whenever one of you cronies starts yammering on, because it's the same old shit week in and week out. It's not even hellfire and brimstone, it's just tired, old, and boring threats that you fail to deliver on. Last week we were in a match together, a match you keep saying you “almost” had won, but we both lost....
Admit it motherfucker, we both lost.
We lost to a better man.
Renee Pleasant deserves our respect, whether you want to admit it or not. You can say I cost you the match, you can say I never stood a chance of winning, but at the end of the day all that matters is you finished on an equal pegging to myself. You are no better than me Death. You are nowhere near better than me, the Power Rankings alone show that, our histories in IWF show that. I'm in for my second Invictus Title match in two months, and this time....this time, it's for real, and I promise you this.....nothing on this planet will stop me from walking out of that ring with that belt raised high. It belongs to my family, and it will stay with my family.....you and yours? You don't deserve it, and you won't walk away with it, because it isn't His will, it isn't His truth.
Judas has given up this belt for me....not for you, it is my destiny to claim this championship, and how sweet it is that I will climb above the masses to claim it. Climb above you and your petty claims of righteousness, climb above your “horsemen” and become the greatest Invictus Champion this company has ever, or will ever see. My path is set before me, and I see it crystal clear....I am a man with true conviction, and you say the same for yourself? I am a believer, a true believer, and nothing in this world is more powerful than belief....nothing can stop it.
Conviction.
I have mine.
Can you say you have yours?
I will rise and my personal metamorphosis will be complete, from brother....
To Champion.
Well howdy there pardner.