Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 27, 2015 12:03:01 GMT
How many of you actually want this?
I mean it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to make a name for yourself, an impact as others might say. To go from a B list player, to an A list superstar, a household name - possibly even the beginning of your own path to becoming a legend.
Maybe break that glass ceiling Mike Laszlo used to go on and on about?
Or perhaps that defining moment of your career. That perfect bookend, y’know? Try and go out on top and all that, Lord knows there’s enough people around that are trying to get that final bit of glimmer on their career, and matches like this? They tend to bring the wannabe’s out of the woodwork.
People like Jake Keeton.
I’ve made it everywhere! Except here! How many people on our roster currently spout that line? I was a big shot here, and I was a legend there…..to quite an absolute twat of an old friend of mine….that don’t mean diddley squat here in IWF. I’ve sat here and listened to people talk, and talk they do, about how I’m a has-been. About how I’ve faded away, and that I haven’t done anything worthwhile…
I’m sorry, did you forget who I am?
I’m Spike Fucking Kane.
I’m the God of Xtreme.
I was the first person to legitimately bring praise and prestige to the Imperial Championship, I am the ONLY man to stand in the IWF Hall of Fame. I went on the longest run of matches this company has ever, or will ever see. Every. Single. Pay-per-view. Not a single soul on this roster can boast this.
Not Alex Jones.
Not Renee Pleasant.
Not Rob Diamond.
Not Trent Helms.
I single handedly dragged this company from the depths that the likes of Joe Everyman, Xander Famularo, and Lex Sense had plummeted it into. Legitimately, there was no shadey tactics involved. No gang-land outnumbering, no disqualifications, no cheating in any way, shape, or form. I simply proved that I was the best, when I decided to stop fucking around with absolutely DESTROYING the tag team division with Rob? Well….we all know that InFamous dominated the tag team division, and when we were done? InFamous dominated the main event too, just not how I would have wanted it. I am the reason why every single one of you has a job right now. I’m the reason that IWF has become the successful company that it is, that we have the likes of Nighthawk trying to ply their trade, that the little prick Warren Kidd is wowing you all with his god given training (see what I did there?) all it takes is for you stuck up little pricks to open your eyes, and see…..you owe it all to me.
You’re welcome.
So maybe, just maybe I feel like I’m owed a little something back? Huh? Maybe, maybe I feel like I deserve my chance for vengeance. After having Davey god damn Ortega play out his fucking fairy tale ending at my expense, why should I be denied the same? What? Because I’m an asshole? Who in this company isn’t? Seriously, name one person who isn’t….
Besides Jessica Reed, she doesn’t count…..cause….reasons.
I can’t honestly look out there into the masses of people trying to claw over each other to become the next big thing, to steal the spotlight, or to climb that ladder…..who can actually carry the company. Would you really put your own money behind Seth Evans? Hell, I keep pushing on about how Renee is my choice for #1 Contender, but he just ain’t there yet….you know? He’s more than a little rough around the edges…..which is my kind of dude, I roll with people like that, I can put on outstanding matches with people like that….but he lacks the experience to carry it without someone to direct his attention at…
I mean, we’ve seen the way he is around women.
Rich, I know, because I’m all emo as fuck, right? I know. I speak my mind, I say what I feel needs to be said….and if I’m honest right now, I don’t see anybody else besides Renee Pleasant as a threat. Angel? Too busy with Seth. Rob? Too busy with Jake. Laszlo? Because we all know he’ll need to enter after he fails to win his umpteenth title shot.
KONAMI CODE MOTHERFUCKER.
I wish I could use the Mike Laszlo code for infinite title shots, but no….I’m more than happy to do this the hard way, the right way. I’m going to earn this, I’m going to fight everybody who stands in my way, everybody who gets between me and Alex Jones, so when the dust settles and my hand is raised victorious, and then later the same is repeated with Alex’s broken body laying at me feet?
It’ll be that much sweeter.
Because I earned it.
~~~
I mean it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to make a name for yourself, an impact as others might say. To go from a B list player, to an A list superstar, a household name - possibly even the beginning of your own path to becoming a legend.
Maybe break that glass ceiling Mike Laszlo used to go on and on about?
Or perhaps that defining moment of your career. That perfect bookend, y’know? Try and go out on top and all that, Lord knows there’s enough people around that are trying to get that final bit of glimmer on their career, and matches like this? They tend to bring the wannabe’s out of the woodwork.
People like Jake Keeton.
I’ve made it everywhere! Except here! How many people on our roster currently spout that line? I was a big shot here, and I was a legend there…..to quite an absolute twat of an old friend of mine….that don’t mean diddley squat here in IWF. I’ve sat here and listened to people talk, and talk they do, about how I’m a has-been. About how I’ve faded away, and that I haven’t done anything worthwhile…
I’m sorry, did you forget who I am?
I’m Spike Fucking Kane.
I’m the God of Xtreme.
I was the first person to legitimately bring praise and prestige to the Imperial Championship, I am the ONLY man to stand in the IWF Hall of Fame. I went on the longest run of matches this company has ever, or will ever see. Every. Single. Pay-per-view. Not a single soul on this roster can boast this.
Not Alex Jones.
Not Renee Pleasant.
Not Rob Diamond.
Not Trent Helms.
I single handedly dragged this company from the depths that the likes of Joe Everyman, Xander Famularo, and Lex Sense had plummeted it into. Legitimately, there was no shadey tactics involved. No gang-land outnumbering, no disqualifications, no cheating in any way, shape, or form. I simply proved that I was the best, when I decided to stop fucking around with absolutely DESTROYING the tag team division with Rob? Well….we all know that InFamous dominated the tag team division, and when we were done? InFamous dominated the main event too, just not how I would have wanted it. I am the reason why every single one of you has a job right now. I’m the reason that IWF has become the successful company that it is, that we have the likes of Nighthawk trying to ply their trade, that the little prick Warren Kidd is wowing you all with his god given training (see what I did there?) all it takes is for you stuck up little pricks to open your eyes, and see…..you owe it all to me.
You’re welcome.
So maybe, just maybe I feel like I’m owed a little something back? Huh? Maybe, maybe I feel like I deserve my chance for vengeance. After having Davey god damn Ortega play out his fucking fairy tale ending at my expense, why should I be denied the same? What? Because I’m an asshole? Who in this company isn’t? Seriously, name one person who isn’t….
Besides Jessica Reed, she doesn’t count…..cause….reasons.
I can’t honestly look out there into the masses of people trying to claw over each other to become the next big thing, to steal the spotlight, or to climb that ladder…..who can actually carry the company. Would you really put your own money behind Seth Evans? Hell, I keep pushing on about how Renee is my choice for #1 Contender, but he just ain’t there yet….you know? He’s more than a little rough around the edges…..which is my kind of dude, I roll with people like that, I can put on outstanding matches with people like that….but he lacks the experience to carry it without someone to direct his attention at…
I mean, we’ve seen the way he is around women.
Rich, I know, because I’m all emo as fuck, right? I know. I speak my mind, I say what I feel needs to be said….and if I’m honest right now, I don’t see anybody else besides Renee Pleasant as a threat. Angel? Too busy with Seth. Rob? Too busy with Jake. Laszlo? Because we all know he’ll need to enter after he fails to win his umpteenth title shot.
KONAMI CODE MOTHERFUCKER.
I wish I could use the Mike Laszlo code for infinite title shots, but no….I’m more than happy to do this the hard way, the right way. I’m going to earn this, I’m going to fight everybody who stands in my way, everybody who gets between me and Alex Jones, so when the dust settles and my hand is raised victorious, and then later the same is repeated with Alex’s broken body laying at me feet?
It’ll be that much sweeter.
Because I earned it.
~~~
My head feels cloudy as lights start to come into focus ever so slightly. I can feel my eyes struggling to open, but I forced them to. It’s only then do I hear the beeps, the hustle and bustle….the unforgettable sounds of a hospital, and that smell. The smell.
So unnaturally clean.
It feels like day time, but when I turn my head I can see the street lamps through the blinds in the window. ‘Night? How much time have I lost…..how did I even get here?’ It’s then that I notice sitting in the chair next to me, slumped over her head leaning on her arm dozing, is Freya. My heart sinks, something happened, and it was bad enough for her to leave her family to be here.
I’m such a dick.
I try to move, but I’m clearly on copious amounts of painkillers, because my legs feel like jelly, and my arms feel like tentacles. Instead all that comes out is a piss poor attempt at a cough, but it’s enough to startle Freya from her nap. Her eyes grow wide with shock when she sees me, and her reaction starts to make me panic a little. ‘What state am I in?’
Freya Kane: Mike, oh, I’m so glad you’re awake.
She looks like she wants to hug me, but I’m guessing all the wires and tubes and stuff seem to be in the way, so she just places a hand on my shoulder. With Freya her concern never seemed fake, or forced…..she was, is, and always will be the heart of the Kane family, and my own heart aches for everything she’s been through - especially at my own hands.
Freya Kane: Do you want a drink or something?
Actually, yeah….I try and do my best to nod and she picks up the jug of water pouring some into the glass. I try to look past her and that’s when I see Brad standing in the hallway, he’s standing there with his arms folded and a scowl on his face that usually is only reserved for when he’s in a match with me. Inside I can feel my body cringing at the idea that both Freya and Brad are here…...’it must have been something serious’
Freya Kane: Here you go, try and sit up.
I lift my head up and she puts her hand underneath to try and help and I take a sip or two, the third one goes down the wrong hole and I begin to cough. Freya seems to panic, but it’s okay because it clears pretty easily. Brad standing in the hall behind her seems to have heard the commotion, he presses his hand up to the glass to see whats going on and then knocks on the glass, before motioning for Freya to go to him. He doesn’t make eye contact with me, and I don’t know why….maybe I’m in that bad of a state he doesn’t want to look at me? She goes to him though, but…..the door is still ajar, and I can hear their conversation….
Brad Kane: So, he’s awake…
Freya Kane: You’re god damn lucky he is! How could you do that?
Brad Kane: It wasn’t on purpose Freya. It was an accident, you know how Mike can be…..I’d never do anything like that intentionally.
I can feel my brow furrow as I try to remember what the hell they’re talking about, but for all my attempts I cannot remember how I got here. I remember sitting on the roof drinking…..that’s about it….
Freya Kane: You nearly killed your brother! How can you be so callose. He’s in a bad place Brad, we might not be the perfect family - far from it….but he needs us, he doesn’t have anybody else.
Brad Kane: …..he’s suicidal.
Freya Kane: Don’t even dare try and tell me he did this to himself!
Brad Kane: No, I’m not. He’s self destructive Freya….we need to stop him. If you car-
She slaps him right across the face, and I feel my heart jump a little. I can’t even wrap my head around what is going on, how they’re arguing, how they’re arguing about me! I can feel my limbs again and I try to move a little, but Brad holds his mouth before turning to storm off….just as he does he makes eye contact with me, and instantly I remember….
The uppercut…
The falling…
So much pain…
Freya Kane: Mike! What the hell are you doing!? Lay back down!
I hadn’t even been aware of my actions, my memory had seemeed to trigger a response, and I’d sat bolt upright and started to pull my tubes and stuff out of me….but she leans her weight into me, and combined with the pain killers, I just can’t fight. I feel sleep overcoming me, but all I can see is Brad standing in front of me, punching me off the roof…..how could he? How could Brad…..no, not Brad...it was Alex….yes, it was Alex Jones. He did it…..right? He tried to kill me…….
I can’t make sense of it, but for now, I simply sleep.
~~~
Years ago, I claimed to be ushering in the era of Xtreme. It was all cool and hip because I dropped the “E” and rocked it with the “X” instead. The 90’s and early 2000’s were a strange place in this business. Nobody quite knew what direction to go in. I had my path set down, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, even though I wasn’t as technically gifted as the men around me in the locker room, even though they looked down their noses at me? I still gave everything I could to prove myself. But in their eyes?
I was “just a hardcore wrestler”
A chair swinging maniac, someone who didn’t have the mindset of a wrestler, and someone who was supposedly going to have a short career. It’s ridiculously funny that the people that said this to me faded away into obscurity over a decade ago. Yet me, I’m still here, plugging away, night after night, week after week. I’ve surpassed my own expectations on every single level. I could never have hoped to have reached the heights that I have…...but I did, and if I’m brutally honest here? It was relatively easy, at least that is how it felt to me. So even as a youngster, I was at the top, and I realised that the guys around me? They were old. They were stubborn. They were out-dated, and they didn’t fit in our world anymore.
Just like the music world needed Nirvana, the wrestling world needed Spike Kane.
Yeah, I just fucking said that, problem?
I began training people, I began helping people get into this business, and I began what would become a long tradition of having myself a little protoge of some kind. Be it Jake “The Ace” Conway, or Rob Diamond himself….hell, even our InVictus Champion owes everything he is to me. I’ve helped make the names of so many people in this business, even Alex Jones owes me something, I mean lord knows nobody gave a flying fuck about the “Black Dragon” way back when….but his association with me? Kept him in the lime light…...his so-called friendship with me? Kept him within arms reach of the main event…
I AM THE MAIN EVENT!
I see so many youngsters making their way into this roulette match, and their disrespect isn’t unexpected. People need to learn their place, they need to learn from their betters, just like I did. They can say what they want about me, ignore the facts that I lay down every week…..my list of accomplishments HERE IN IWF outshines pretty much everyone. The only person who contests that is Angel….and well, last time we locked up? I walked out victorious…
It was one hell of a night to remember…
Heh…
You move on in this business, and you adapt. You need to learn, to evolve, or you’ll fade away into obscurity. We may look back at certain names with a touch of fondness, or with nostalgia...but were they to step in the ring today? They’d get their asses destroyed. I’m a bona fide example of moving with the times, like I said earlier….I forged my path of Xtreme, and people took notice. The brutality I brought to the ring became a regular occurrence, mixing it in with actual wrestling training became the norm. I learned out to matt wrestle with some of the best in this business, and my era surpassed everything that came afterwards…..the era of Ultra Violence which I single handedly crushed. This new ultra modern era we find ourselves in? Yeah….I kind of tone it down, because there’s no need to bring out the big guns every week, when you can walk all over the vast majority of the roster.
Escalation, breeds escalation.
Things get heated, things get personal, and violence grows, like a cancer. It becomes more powerful, and I wield it like a fucking hammer. Yet, these upstarts, people who believe they’re big shots before they even have a match simply discard me without a thought. Man….I’m seriously looking forward to rocking my way into the Roulette and just kicking ten shades of shit out of everything I see. I’m a man unleashed, I have nothing to hold me back….I’m not afraid of losing any friends, I’m not afriad of breaking any alliances...I’m going in there to win, and that is all. I’m going in there to walk out with my shot at the Imperial Championship, and in the process….Alex Jones….
I’ve been thinking, even if Laszlo somehow pulls something magical out of his whingey ass…..Alex will want a rematch, he’ll surely be in line for one if he becomes a transitional champion? So….even if I have to face Laszlo, and take that Imperial Championship…..it means I won’t have to chase after Jones anymore...instead, he’ll come after me, because just like it has been for the last ten years or so, I’ll have something he wants.
So I’m seriously sending out a warning to the roster, I’m putting you all on notice…..nothing short of ending my career will stop me from walking out victorious at High Stakes. I have my goal, and I’m driven….if my past record, my acheivements don’t show you that I always follow through, then I have no idea what else I could possibly say to get through to you. I am the God of Xtreme, a name I earned, a name I was gifted with….not something I chose for myself…
I never claimed to be a God.
I was simply dubbed one.
Can anybody else say the same? Can anybody else boast anything even similar? Right now, I’m the most dangerous man in IWF, and I honestly couldn’t give a fuck if I broke every single person on the roster and put this company in the ground on my path to vengeance…..because I know it’s sell destructive. But I have nothing else, I have nothing else to keep me going…..I need this, which is why I’m so confident, because if I can’t pull it out when it’s needed? Then what the fuck else am I good for?
I’m Spike Kane, a man of desperation.
A man filled with rage.
A man on a collision course.
You don’t want to get burned up in my path, you better get out my way.
Years ago, I claimed to be ushering in the era of Xtreme. It was all cool and hip because I dropped the “E” and rocked it with the “X” instead. The 90’s and early 2000’s were a strange place in this business. Nobody quite knew what direction to go in. I had my path set down, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, even though I wasn’t as technically gifted as the men around me in the locker room, even though they looked down their noses at me? I still gave everything I could to prove myself. But in their eyes?
I was “just a hardcore wrestler”
A chair swinging maniac, someone who didn’t have the mindset of a wrestler, and someone who was supposedly going to have a short career. It’s ridiculously funny that the people that said this to me faded away into obscurity over a decade ago. Yet me, I’m still here, plugging away, night after night, week after week. I’ve surpassed my own expectations on every single level. I could never have hoped to have reached the heights that I have…...but I did, and if I’m brutally honest here? It was relatively easy, at least that is how it felt to me. So even as a youngster, I was at the top, and I realised that the guys around me? They were old. They were stubborn. They were out-dated, and they didn’t fit in our world anymore.
Just like the music world needed Nirvana, the wrestling world needed Spike Kane.
Yeah, I just fucking said that, problem?
I began training people, I began helping people get into this business, and I began what would become a long tradition of having myself a little protoge of some kind. Be it Jake “The Ace” Conway, or Rob Diamond himself….hell, even our InVictus Champion owes everything he is to me. I’ve helped make the names of so many people in this business, even Alex Jones owes me something, I mean lord knows nobody gave a flying fuck about the “Black Dragon” way back when….but his association with me? Kept him in the lime light…...his so-called friendship with me? Kept him within arms reach of the main event…
I AM THE MAIN EVENT!
I see so many youngsters making their way into this roulette match, and their disrespect isn’t unexpected. People need to learn their place, they need to learn from their betters, just like I did. They can say what they want about me, ignore the facts that I lay down every week…..my list of accomplishments HERE IN IWF outshines pretty much everyone. The only person who contests that is Angel….and well, last time we locked up? I walked out victorious…
It was one hell of a night to remember…
Heh…
You move on in this business, and you adapt. You need to learn, to evolve, or you’ll fade away into obscurity. We may look back at certain names with a touch of fondness, or with nostalgia...but were they to step in the ring today? They’d get their asses destroyed. I’m a bona fide example of moving with the times, like I said earlier….I forged my path of Xtreme, and people took notice. The brutality I brought to the ring became a regular occurrence, mixing it in with actual wrestling training became the norm. I learned out to matt wrestle with some of the best in this business, and my era surpassed everything that came afterwards…..the era of Ultra Violence which I single handedly crushed. This new ultra modern era we find ourselves in? Yeah….I kind of tone it down, because there’s no need to bring out the big guns every week, when you can walk all over the vast majority of the roster.
Escalation, breeds escalation.
Things get heated, things get personal, and violence grows, like a cancer. It becomes more powerful, and I wield it like a fucking hammer. Yet, these upstarts, people who believe they’re big shots before they even have a match simply discard me without a thought. Man….I’m seriously looking forward to rocking my way into the Roulette and just kicking ten shades of shit out of everything I see. I’m a man unleashed, I have nothing to hold me back….I’m not afraid of losing any friends, I’m not afriad of breaking any alliances...I’m going in there to win, and that is all. I’m going in there to walk out with my shot at the Imperial Championship, and in the process….Alex Jones….
I’ve been thinking, even if Laszlo somehow pulls something magical out of his whingey ass…..Alex will want a rematch, he’ll surely be in line for one if he becomes a transitional champion? So….even if I have to face Laszlo, and take that Imperial Championship…..it means I won’t have to chase after Jones anymore...instead, he’ll come after me, because just like it has been for the last ten years or so, I’ll have something he wants.
So I’m seriously sending out a warning to the roster, I’m putting you all on notice…..nothing short of ending my career will stop me from walking out victorious at High Stakes. I have my goal, and I’m driven….if my past record, my acheivements don’t show you that I always follow through, then I have no idea what else I could possibly say to get through to you. I am the God of Xtreme, a name I earned, a name I was gifted with….not something I chose for myself…
I never claimed to be a God.
I was simply dubbed one.
Can anybody else say the same? Can anybody else boast anything even similar? Right now, I’m the most dangerous man in IWF, and I honestly couldn’t give a fuck if I broke every single person on the roster and put this company in the ground on my path to vengeance…..because I know it’s sell destructive. But I have nothing else, I have nothing else to keep me going…..I need this, which is why I’m so confident, because if I can’t pull it out when it’s needed? Then what the fuck else am I good for?
I’m Spike Kane, a man of desperation.
A man filled with rage.
A man on a collision course.
You don’t want to get burned up in my path, you better get out my way.
Well howdy there pardner.