Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 25, 2015 23:13:50 GMT
This kind of fight is exactly what I need right now. Throw me in the ring, and let me loose on absolutely everyone, the entire roster, it doesn’t matter. Because the way I feel right now? I could destroy every last one of them and not shed a single tear when it was all said and done, as long as it led to one thing, as long as it led to me getting my god damn hands on Alex Jones, and taking something from him that he holds so fucking precious.
The Imperial Championship.
Alex Jones is in my head, and Ana Val-Jones? ….god dammit….SHE helped him do that. She helped this weasley little fuck stick climb his way to the top of the mountain, and now he actually has the gall, the cheek to look down at the rest of us like he’s king shit. Please Alex….you should know better than that. You’ve seen it happen several times in IWF already….with Lex, with myself, and with Angel…
Pride comes before the fall.
However, I digress, because Alex Jones isn’t who I’m going to be facing when my number is called and I storm that ring, it’ll be every Tom, Dick, and Harry that Bertie has decided to hand a contract too….but in my eyes? Every single one of their faces will resemble that of Alex Jones’ and I’ll go through every last one of them to get my shot at taking the one thing Alex cares about away from him.
I’m coming for you Alex, one way or another…..count on it.
But before then? I have to face 29 other people, 29 people who are already writing me off…..
You people think that I’m over the hill, you think that I’ve been put out to pasture…..it couldn’t be any further from the truth, but hey. Nobody ever listened to me, right? I mean I’ve only been doing this since 1996 - but apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about, and I don’t know what I’m doing. Except for the fact that I’m a living fucking legend.
I’m the most decorated superstar in the history of this company.
You don’t get that way by towing the line, you don’t achieve that greatness by stepping in line. You have to break the mold, fight for what you believe in, and stand out from the crowd. A creed I set in motion over a decade ago, and look at us now? Every single one of you entering this Roulette - whether you like me or not, whether you respect me or not….you’ve all heard of me. You’re all aware of what I’m capable of, and you’re all aware of what I’ve done in the past. You see….that right there, it means that you owe me respect before we even meet. Not once have I asked for it, because truthfully? I earn it, as much as I demand people earn it from me. Over the years you tend to learn a lot about the different types of wrestlers that come through the company, you get the flash in the pans, the forever mid-cards, the never-gonna-make-it’s and then there’s those who have that presence, that thing that just makes them feel like a main event material right off the bat…..people like myself have earned that over the years, people like Angel, people like Roberto himself…..but when I think about the rest of the IWF roster?
No one.
Renee has that presence, I’ll give him that. Son of a bitch is gonna be somebody, no matter what anybody says, and I’ve got a feeling that if I make it to the end it could very well come down to the two of us, and I’m prepared for that. Renee may continue to underestimate me, but like I’ve said countless times…..I thrive off being underestimated. I’ve made a god damn career out of it. I won’t be underestimating him though, I know that he poses a threat - because every single man in this match poses a threat. Yes, some are potentially greater than others...I mean christ, do you really want to be stuck in the middle of the ring against four or five people who hate your guts?
Will people really give Jack Gaither the same amount of fear and respect as they would Angel?
Would they really ignore Rob Diamond over the likes of Thunder Sid?
No, my point exactly.
However, it only takes one moment for you to take your eyes of the prize, to take your mind out of the game and anybody as insignificant as you may think they are, can end your dreams in an instant. Constant vigilance, you have to have eyes in the back of your head…..I’ve got experience in these matches, and I’ve won one before - not a Roulette per se, but something very similar. The one thing you have to remember though, going in, no matter who you know, no matter who you’re friends with, who you tour with, and who you train with….when you step between those ropes and enter the Roulette?
Every single person is an enemy.
~~~
The Imperial Championship.
Alex Jones is in my head, and Ana Val-Jones? ….god dammit….SHE helped him do that. She helped this weasley little fuck stick climb his way to the top of the mountain, and now he actually has the gall, the cheek to look down at the rest of us like he’s king shit. Please Alex….you should know better than that. You’ve seen it happen several times in IWF already….with Lex, with myself, and with Angel…
Pride comes before the fall.
However, I digress, because Alex Jones isn’t who I’m going to be facing when my number is called and I storm that ring, it’ll be every Tom, Dick, and Harry that Bertie has decided to hand a contract too….but in my eyes? Every single one of their faces will resemble that of Alex Jones’ and I’ll go through every last one of them to get my shot at taking the one thing Alex cares about away from him.
I’m coming for you Alex, one way or another…..count on it.
But before then? I have to face 29 other people, 29 people who are already writing me off…..
You people think that I’m over the hill, you think that I’ve been put out to pasture…..it couldn’t be any further from the truth, but hey. Nobody ever listened to me, right? I mean I’ve only been doing this since 1996 - but apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about, and I don’t know what I’m doing. Except for the fact that I’m a living fucking legend.
I’m the most decorated superstar in the history of this company.
You don’t get that way by towing the line, you don’t achieve that greatness by stepping in line. You have to break the mold, fight for what you believe in, and stand out from the crowd. A creed I set in motion over a decade ago, and look at us now? Every single one of you entering this Roulette - whether you like me or not, whether you respect me or not….you’ve all heard of me. You’re all aware of what I’m capable of, and you’re all aware of what I’ve done in the past. You see….that right there, it means that you owe me respect before we even meet. Not once have I asked for it, because truthfully? I earn it, as much as I demand people earn it from me. Over the years you tend to learn a lot about the different types of wrestlers that come through the company, you get the flash in the pans, the forever mid-cards, the never-gonna-make-it’s and then there’s those who have that presence, that thing that just makes them feel like a main event material right off the bat…..people like myself have earned that over the years, people like Angel, people like Roberto himself…..but when I think about the rest of the IWF roster?
No one.
Renee has that presence, I’ll give him that. Son of a bitch is gonna be somebody, no matter what anybody says, and I’ve got a feeling that if I make it to the end it could very well come down to the two of us, and I’m prepared for that. Renee may continue to underestimate me, but like I’ve said countless times…..I thrive off being underestimated. I’ve made a god damn career out of it. I won’t be underestimating him though, I know that he poses a threat - because every single man in this match poses a threat. Yes, some are potentially greater than others...I mean christ, do you really want to be stuck in the middle of the ring against four or five people who hate your guts?
Will people really give Jack Gaither the same amount of fear and respect as they would Angel?
Would they really ignore Rob Diamond over the likes of Thunder Sid?
No, my point exactly.
However, it only takes one moment for you to take your eyes of the prize, to take your mind out of the game and anybody as insignificant as you may think they are, can end your dreams in an instant. Constant vigilance, you have to have eyes in the back of your head…..I’ve got experience in these matches, and I’ve won one before - not a Roulette per se, but something very similar. The one thing you have to remember though, going in, no matter who you know, no matter who you’re friends with, who you tour with, and who you train with….when you step between those ropes and enter the Roulette?
Every single person is an enemy.
~~~
The scene opens up on the house of Spike Kane is Boston MS, the place is still trashed quite probably from the last time we visited the God of Xtreme, but the camera seems to pan, almost as if some form of CCTV footage from room to room and we’re unable to find the man himself. The rooms are a mess, and there’s litter all over the place too. Almost out of nowhere a the camera spots that one of the large windows is open and zooms towards it, and that is when we see Spike Kane sitting outside on the first floor roof wearing just shorts and an unzipped hoodie with the hood up, and a bottle of beer in his hands, the former Imperial Champion is casually swigging away at the beer taking no notice of anything going on around him.
“The fuck you doing up there?”
The voice seems to come from out of nowhere, but seconds after it speaks a stone is thrown up from down on the ground floor barely missing Spike, who looks down at the floor pissed off. We see Brad Kane standing there, someone we haven’t seen anywhere near IWF for quite some time. He holds his hands up in a shrug pose, almost as if to say “WTF” to Spike. Who simply tips the beer bottle towards his brother in a toast-like gesture and carries on drinking.
Brad Kane: No you fucking didn’t…..
He storms off towards the house, but Spike doesn’t seem to take notice of him, simply chuckling to himself as he takes another swig of his bottle. He realises it’s empty and simply lets it roll down the rooftop and smash on the floor as he reaches back inwards to the window sill and grabs another bottle, before reaching back in again for the bottle opener - but his hand is grabbed by Brad, who shoves it away from the bottle opener dropping it, forcing it to slide down the rooftop and onto the floor.
Spike Kane: The hell bruh!?
As Spike turns to look he makes eye contact with his twin brother who is looking right into his eyes with absolute dead seriousness right now. The tension suddenly filling the air is insane, Brad’s face tells a tale of betrayal and insult as well as disgust at his brothers actions.
Brad Kane: Really Spike? You’re drinking?
Spike seems to wobble a little as he tries to gain his balance to stand and face Brad. Spike is standing up on the roof now, and Brad is hunched halfway out of the window.
Spike Kane: Wasssit matter t’you? Huh!?
He flings his arms open wide as if telling Brad to bring his accusations and insults, forcing himself to wobble again as he does so, clearly drunk, Spike is quite unstable on the rooftop, but it doesn’t seem to satiate Brads anger.
Brad Kane: We made a pledge Mike…..together. Straight edge, no drugs, no alcohol…..you know the deal.
Spike Kane: WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT!?
As Spike shouts at his brother he seems to spit some of his saliva at him too, clearly not intentionally but it lands on Brad’s face, and his disgust seems to be rising as he looks towards his brother.
Brad Kane: Look Mike. I know you’re going through something tough, I know you think that this is the answer, but it’s not…..now, come inside before you hurt yourself.
Brad reaches out for Spike, trying to usher him into the house, but Spike simply spits right into his brothers face, just as Brad had climbed out of the window. Brad stops dead for a second and wipes the spit off of his face, turning to face Spike looking dead cold in his eyes.
Brad Kane: You know what, I’ll let that slide, seeing as you got played by a slutbag and her manchild who pulled the wool over your eyes…
BAM! Spike decks Brad right in the face, and it actually forces Brad to stumble back a step. However the Kane twin doesn’t skip a heartbeat as he turns right back and nails his minutes older brother right in the chin with an uppercut. Spike’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he hits the deck like a sack of potatoes, Brads eyes immediately turn to shock as Spike begins to roll down the rooftop, he quickly scrambles to try and grab his brother who rolls and drops off the edge, landing hard on the floor amongst the broken bottles he’d been letting roll off the roof for god knows how many days.
Brad Kane: Mike! MIKE!? FUCK!!! SPIKE!?!?!
The camera fades on the scene of Brad Kane leaning over the first floor roof looking down at Spike who lays unconscious on the floor amongst broken bottles, blood trickling from his body.
~~~
I didn’t plan on coming back so close to the Roulette, fate just seemed to have that in store for me.
You see, I’m not here for anything other than to fight. To beat up whoever I’m booked against, whenever I’m booked….and if that leads to me fighting Alex Jones? Then I’m more happier than a pig in shit. Yes, I got my hands on the slimey little prick this week just gone….and he out-did me….you have no idea how much that stings my pride. The worst part, is that Ana was at ringside, lapping it all up...twisting that knife. I don’t know if anybody else in this match understands the torment that I’ve been through, that I’m still struggling through…..but there’s only one way I’ve found of dealing with it….
Punching things really hard in the face.
Some might call it anger management issues, but me? I just call it a really good work ethic. You see, before I was forced to retire….I was in the business of hurting people, for money. I was paid to go out there night after night, and break people…..and I did it for fun, for pleasure, for the thrill, for the show….but now? Now I do it because I’m pissed, because I’m fucking angry, because I need to vent that rage, and quite frankly?
I’ve got nothing left to lose.
These are the makings of a desperate man right? A man on the edge, a man who has done some of the most drastic, evil, and barbaric things this company has ever seen….and that was when he was considered “normal” right? Shouldn’t you guys be worried? I mean, I know you all think that I’m the crazy one, but surely if you’re happy to step in the ring with me, doesn’t that make YOU crazy? I’ve been known to wrap myself in barbed wire, set myself on fire, and all sorts….just to get a victory. Can you imagine the lengths I’m willing to go to just to make sure I guaratnee myself a shot at Alex Jones? Let’s face it….we all know Alex is going to pull a douchebag cowardly move and get himself disqualified, or have Ana interfere, or get Laszlo counted out…..anything to keep that belt around his waist. You see...he flaunts it, as much as he flaunts what he has with Ana right in front of my face.
TIME AFTER FUCKING TIME!
The wound doesn’t go any deeper, and if they have their way it’ll never heal….but you know what? The longer it takes to heal, the more fire I have inside me, and the more members of the IWF Roster will suffer my wrath. I don’t care if you’re Mike Laszlo, or Jack Gaither, I don’t give a crap if you feel like you deserve respect like Nighthawk, or if you’re fresh in the game like Victor Jace…..I’m coming into the Roulette, hot and hard. I’m going to bring everything I have and leave it all in that ring. I’m going to “bleed it out” as they say, and if I have to? I’ll give every ounce of my life….just to get my revenge on Alex Jones…..
I know that for a lot of you this is a chance at your dream, and I’m sorry...but I’ve got a long history of killing peoples dreams….this time, it’s not with malice….
It’s with desire.
It’s with down right desperation.
I need to redeem myself, I need to do something to restore myself to the true God of Xtreme, because right now? Right now I feel like a cornered and wounded animal….and you know what happens when you corner a wounded animal?
It bites!
[/color]I didn’t plan on coming back so close to the Roulette, fate just seemed to have that in store for me.
You see, I’m not here for anything other than to fight. To beat up whoever I’m booked against, whenever I’m booked….and if that leads to me fighting Alex Jones? Then I’m more happier than a pig in shit. Yes, I got my hands on the slimey little prick this week just gone….and he out-did me….you have no idea how much that stings my pride. The worst part, is that Ana was at ringside, lapping it all up...twisting that knife. I don’t know if anybody else in this match understands the torment that I’ve been through, that I’m still struggling through…..but there’s only one way I’ve found of dealing with it….
Punching things really hard in the face.
Some might call it anger management issues, but me? I just call it a really good work ethic. You see, before I was forced to retire….I was in the business of hurting people, for money. I was paid to go out there night after night, and break people…..and I did it for fun, for pleasure, for the thrill, for the show….but now? Now I do it because I’m pissed, because I’m fucking angry, because I need to vent that rage, and quite frankly?
I’ve got nothing left to lose.
These are the makings of a desperate man right? A man on the edge, a man who has done some of the most drastic, evil, and barbaric things this company has ever seen….and that was when he was considered “normal” right? Shouldn’t you guys be worried? I mean, I know you all think that I’m the crazy one, but surely if you’re happy to step in the ring with me, doesn’t that make YOU crazy? I’ve been known to wrap myself in barbed wire, set myself on fire, and all sorts….just to get a victory. Can you imagine the lengths I’m willing to go to just to make sure I guaratnee myself a shot at Alex Jones? Let’s face it….we all know Alex is going to pull a douchebag cowardly move and get himself disqualified, or have Ana interfere, or get Laszlo counted out…..anything to keep that belt around his waist. You see...he flaunts it, as much as he flaunts what he has with Ana right in front of my face.
TIME AFTER FUCKING TIME!
The wound doesn’t go any deeper, and if they have their way it’ll never heal….but you know what? The longer it takes to heal, the more fire I have inside me, and the more members of the IWF Roster will suffer my wrath. I don’t care if you’re Mike Laszlo, or Jack Gaither, I don’t give a crap if you feel like you deserve respect like Nighthawk, or if you’re fresh in the game like Victor Jace…..I’m coming into the Roulette, hot and hard. I’m going to bring everything I have and leave it all in that ring. I’m going to “bleed it out” as they say, and if I have to? I’ll give every ounce of my life….just to get my revenge on Alex Jones…..
I know that for a lot of you this is a chance at your dream, and I’m sorry...but I’ve got a long history of killing peoples dreams….this time, it’s not with malice….
It’s with desire.
It’s with down right desperation.
I need to redeem myself, I need to do something to restore myself to the true God of Xtreme, because right now? Right now I feel like a cornered and wounded animal….and you know what happens when you corner a wounded animal?
It bites!
Well howdy there pardner.