Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 27, 2015 15:18:19 GMT
There’s an old saying that the sins of the father will pass to the son. Things like this make me think about the future for my little boy, and why I’d give anything to keep him away from this business…..anybody only needs to look at Warren, to see that people took someone who they assumed was a surrogate, and abused him. Warped his mind, and made him a bastardisation of what he was supposed to be….I don’t want that for my son, I don’t want him to have to pay for the deeds that I have done…..because I’m more than well aware of what kind of person I am. People like Alex, Ana, Laszlo, even Jake….they think that it will upset me to try and force me to realise that I’m a despicable human being, but the truth of the matter is…..I already know.
I’m a downright disgusting person.
I cut my best friends finger off, over a championship.
I crucified Xavier Cross just for disagreeing with me. Yes, whilst it seems punny to crucify a dude named Cross….it was a despicable act, carried out in full view of the public, and not a single fuck was given by me or my Empire. Only because I said so, only because I told them not too….I mean, Rob disagreed, but we saw how that went down…
Reference: earlier finger cutting.
I’m the kind of man that you love to hate. I’m easy to boo, I’m easy to get behind and when it all comes down to it? I’m the kind of person you would rather have on your team than against you. I’m like the Vinnie Jones of wrestling…..what, too dated? How about Roy Keane? What…..still nothing? Hmmm….Joey Barton?
Essentially, I’m a cunt.
But I’m damn good at what I do, in fact I’m one of the best, proven time after time, world wide. From federation, to federation….I’m renown, I’m regarded as one of the best, even by people who hate my guts….even by the types of men who tried to steal my kids….insulted my dear Zells memory….everything, because when it’s all said and done?
History doesn’t lie.
~~~
I’m a downright disgusting person.
I cut my best friends finger off, over a championship.
I crucified Xavier Cross just for disagreeing with me. Yes, whilst it seems punny to crucify a dude named Cross….it was a despicable act, carried out in full view of the public, and not a single fuck was given by me or my Empire. Only because I said so, only because I told them not too….I mean, Rob disagreed, but we saw how that went down…
Reference: earlier finger cutting.
I’m the kind of man that you love to hate. I’m easy to boo, I’m easy to get behind and when it all comes down to it? I’m the kind of person you would rather have on your team than against you. I’m like the Vinnie Jones of wrestling…..what, too dated? How about Roy Keane? What…..still nothing? Hmmm….Joey Barton?
Essentially, I’m a cunt.
But I’m damn good at what I do, in fact I’m one of the best, proven time after time, world wide. From federation, to federation….I’m renown, I’m regarded as one of the best, even by people who hate my guts….even by the types of men who tried to steal my kids….insulted my dear Zells memory….everything, because when it’s all said and done?
History doesn’t lie.
~~~
We once again open up on the familiar setting of the house of Spike Kane. In the front yard, Brad Kane seems to be picking things up, broken bits of lawn ornaments, empty beer bottles and cans….all sorts of mess. He’s dragging a large black rubbish bag with him tossing everything inside when suddenly the screech of tires breaks the silence. Brad looks up, and sees Spike’s pick up truck drift onto the street at some considerable speed, he immediately drops everything he’s doing.
Brad Kane: Aww fuck….
The truck speeds up as it gets closer to the house, Brad looks a little worried for a second, but steps to the side as the truck smashes through the fence and screeches to a halt on the lawn, totally ripping up all the grass and ruining it. Spike drops down out of the truck, he’s wearing hospital scrubs….he hasn’t even changed into his clothes.
Spike Kane: You fucking absolute prick!
He’s pissed and he’s heading right for Brad, who himself is kind of torn between standing his ground and trying to calm down the raging bull that is his brother.
Brad Kane: Spike, it wasn’t intentional….you’ve gotta know that.
It doesn’t stop Spike though, he simply charges at his brother. Brad tries to get his hands up in time but Spike clocks him right in the jaw with a huge right hand. It forces Brad to stagger backwards again, towards the house. Spike follows not letting up.
Spike Kane: I remember everything you prick. I remember your words, I remember your intentions! You wanted to hurt me, huh? Kick me while I’m down!? Is that the only way you can beat me Brad!?
The two tussle and Spike knees Brad in the gut before throwing him into the wooden back yard gate. Brad lays in a heap, confused, staring up at Spike.
Brad Kane: What the hell are you talking about? Beat you?
Spike Kane: You’ve always wanted to be better than me Brad. Have the better career, have the better family, have the better kids…..YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW!?
Spike storms and climbs on top of Brad who is just bewildered by his brothers behaviour, he tries to block the blows as Spike begins to reign down lefts and rights, punching Brad in the head, in the face, in the shoulder….wherever he can. It takes a second but we can also see that Spike is actually missing blows too and punching the floor underneath Brad, and….tears are streaming from his eyes.
Spike Kane: I’ve got nothing! Nothing left! NOTHING!!!!
It’s at this point that we hear another car pull up, and footsteps running towards the scene, Freya doesn’t even hesitate she tackles Spike off of Brad, but Brad grabs Spike in the process and grabs a hold of his hand in specific. He finds the scar from when he drove the railroad spike through his brothers hand, and presses a broken piece of wood into it.
Spike Kane: AAAAARRGGGH!!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
Spike thrashes wildly trying to get free from Freya to beat Brad up some more, and also trying to get Brad off of his hand and stop the pain he’s causing him. In his wild thrashing though, Spike clocks Freya right in the face with a back hand, and she falls backwards onto the ground, holding her face.
Freya Kane: STOP IT! FOR GOD SAKE STOP IT! WILL YOU TWO NOT BE HAPPY UNTIL WE KILL EACH OTHER!?
Spike seems to stop realising what he’s done and his concern for Freya overweighing the pain being caused by his brother, but Brad realises soon enough that he too was giving in to his anger and lets go of Spike. Spike reachers for Freya, but she pulls her hands away from him, as Brad climbs to his feet.
Spike Kane: Freya, I’m so sorry. I never meant to, I would never-
Brad Kane: See….brother. Accidents happen, even in the heat of an arguement.
He sits there on the floor between Brad and Freya as the weight of everything comes crashing down on him. Freya climbs to her feet and moves towards where the gate used to be. Brad reaches for her, but she pulls away from him too.
Freya Kane: I always knew this “Kane Madness” would be the death of us, but honestly….I couldn’t stand to be around either of you right now. We’re supposed to be a family, but really? I don’t think we ever were…..and I don’t think that is what you could call us now….
Through teary eyes she leaves, getting into her car and driving off, clearly trying to contain her emotions before she gets away from the twins. Brad however looks down at Spike, who is burying his face in his hands.
Brad Kane: Despite everything you lost, you always had us Mike. We were always there, you just needed to ask…..but you need to sort yourself out. Knowing you, there’s only one way….take all this anger, this rage, and channel it. Get back in that ring, and crush whatever it is you need to get rid off…..because until then? You truly will have nothing …..brother….
Now it’s Brads turn to walk away and leave, as Spike sits in the wreckage of fence panels and wooden shards from the back gate, his face buried in his hands which have blood trickling from the knuckles. Quiet, desolate, and truly alone…..the God of Xtreme begins to weep, and we fade.
~~~
It’s not very often that you get to be in more than one of these kinds of matches. Even less common is returning to one after wiining as such. I’ve been in quite a few now, by my count this will be my sixth. I’ve won one, and all but once made it till near the end…
Personal things go in the way.
To say I have the experience to get my through would be a correct assumption. The ins and outs, the pros and cons, the dos and donts, they’re all stored up in my brain, because I’ve been there. In the trenches, as they say, fighting the war. I’ve come across an absolute ton of wrestlers in my career, and each time every single one of them claims that they’re going to be the one. They’re going to be the individual who will rise above the rest of the masses and claim the right to go on and face so and so, or win whatever championship….its a sad state of affairs…
Pretty much everyone who says they will win, is doomed to lose.
Call it premature ejaculation, call it not doing your research, call it being a big headed idiot…..just not enough people go into these matches prepared…..but I won’t be one of those people. I’ve become an expert of my craft, I’ve set up a wrestling school and have begun to have legitimate graduates making their own way in the world…..I know what I’m doing. I can brawl with the biggest and the nastiest of them, and I can also out wrestle the best that IWF has to offer….don’t believe me? Take me up on the task, because I love proving people wrong. People remember, I’m a risk taker, I will go out on a limb to secure that victory….but it’s all calculated, I don’t go in half cocked. I research my opponents, look for flaws…
Fuck it, just call me Batman.
There are some big names going into this Roulette, and Renee Pleasant is heavily favoured to win….and I can’t blame the odds, because my admiration for the dudes ethic hasn’t been a secret. His choice words for me? Well, perhaps when I’m not too busy trying to enact vengeance of my own, I could school the runt a little and teach him some manners…..but I’m more than happy to allow Renee to do his thing, because he’ll carve a wave of destruction through the roulette just as much as I will. Hell, it could even become a competition of sorts…..but I’ll use the chaos he creates to my advantage….just like the likes of Angel, and Seth Evans. Do we honestly believe there won’t be bad blood going into the Roulette? It doesn’t matter where you stand on the card.
You don’t forget how you feel about someone in the same night.
There will be vendetta’s, there will be blood spilled, bodies will be broken, and in amongst it all….I’ll be swinging with glee. Wreaking as much havoc as humanly possible, because when it all comes down to it’s basic simplicity….this is my chance to just unleash completely. To take every ounce of frustration and anger in my body and direct them somewhere positive, hell probably for the first time in my life! Alex Jones and Ana Valentine have motivated me, probably not what they were expecting to do, but here I stand….and despite my loss to Alex last week? I’m not perturbed. I’m not going to back down. I’m going to Mike Laszlo this shit, and just keep coming until I knock you down…
Face it Alex, besides Renee and I, who the hell else could challenge you?
Nighthawk might think he’s good enough, hell we all Jack Gaither thinks he’s gods gift to wrestling, Scars and Stripes barely even make a blip on the radar, in fact so many people who could have been a threat have just waned into the background….but now, we’re supposed to take this return of Andrew Jacobsen as a legitimate threat to the Roulette?
Andrew…..Jacobsen…..
Who?
I know that might sting his pride a little, but let’s be truthful. When was the last time anybody heard anything about little old AJ before he disappeared off the face of the earth? Exactly. Ring rust is a bitch AJ, and I’m living proof of that…..I’ve worked my god damn ass off to make sure I can get in that ring and perform to the level that people expect from the God of Xtreme, and I work harder than anyone else in this business. From day one in IWF I had a plan, to establish myself as the main man, the measuring stick….and though I was kept out of the initial race for the Imperial Championship, as soon as I got the slightest chance? Boom! Mine. I ruled this place, I evolved, I moved forward, I adapted…..eventually I paid a heavy price for pushing myself too far…
I lost everything.
But here I am, doing it all again. Changing, adapting, growing, assessing the situation and moving forward. Never staying in one place, because Spike Kane does not become stagnant, no, he simply becomes more and more relevant, and not a single one of you can stop it…..despite all of your jealousy. I am the God of Xtreme, I finally have my path laid out before me…...I am The Spiked One…
IWF’s Apex Predator.
It’s time to hunt.
It’s not very often that you get to be in more than one of these kinds of matches. Even less common is returning to one after wiining as such. I’ve been in quite a few now, by my count this will be my sixth. I’ve won one, and all but once made it till near the end…
Personal things go in the way.
To say I have the experience to get my through would be a correct assumption. The ins and outs, the pros and cons, the dos and donts, they’re all stored up in my brain, because I’ve been there. In the trenches, as they say, fighting the war. I’ve come across an absolute ton of wrestlers in my career, and each time every single one of them claims that they’re going to be the one. They’re going to be the individual who will rise above the rest of the masses and claim the right to go on and face so and so, or win whatever championship….its a sad state of affairs…
Pretty much everyone who says they will win, is doomed to lose.
Call it premature ejaculation, call it not doing your research, call it being a big headed idiot…..just not enough people go into these matches prepared…..but I won’t be one of those people. I’ve become an expert of my craft, I’ve set up a wrestling school and have begun to have legitimate graduates making their own way in the world…..I know what I’m doing. I can brawl with the biggest and the nastiest of them, and I can also out wrestle the best that IWF has to offer….don’t believe me? Take me up on the task, because I love proving people wrong. People remember, I’m a risk taker, I will go out on a limb to secure that victory….but it’s all calculated, I don’t go in half cocked. I research my opponents, look for flaws…
Fuck it, just call me Batman.
There are some big names going into this Roulette, and Renee Pleasant is heavily favoured to win….and I can’t blame the odds, because my admiration for the dudes ethic hasn’t been a secret. His choice words for me? Well, perhaps when I’m not too busy trying to enact vengeance of my own, I could school the runt a little and teach him some manners…..but I’m more than happy to allow Renee to do his thing, because he’ll carve a wave of destruction through the roulette just as much as I will. Hell, it could even become a competition of sorts…..but I’ll use the chaos he creates to my advantage….just like the likes of Angel, and Seth Evans. Do we honestly believe there won’t be bad blood going into the Roulette? It doesn’t matter where you stand on the card.
You don’t forget how you feel about someone in the same night.
There will be vendetta’s, there will be blood spilled, bodies will be broken, and in amongst it all….I’ll be swinging with glee. Wreaking as much havoc as humanly possible, because when it all comes down to it’s basic simplicity….this is my chance to just unleash completely. To take every ounce of frustration and anger in my body and direct them somewhere positive, hell probably for the first time in my life! Alex Jones and Ana Valentine have motivated me, probably not what they were expecting to do, but here I stand….and despite my loss to Alex last week? I’m not perturbed. I’m not going to back down. I’m going to Mike Laszlo this shit, and just keep coming until I knock you down…
Face it Alex, besides Renee and I, who the hell else could challenge you?
Nighthawk might think he’s good enough, hell we all Jack Gaither thinks he’s gods gift to wrestling, Scars and Stripes barely even make a blip on the radar, in fact so many people who could have been a threat have just waned into the background….but now, we’re supposed to take this return of Andrew Jacobsen as a legitimate threat to the Roulette?
Andrew…..Jacobsen…..
Who?
I know that might sting his pride a little, but let’s be truthful. When was the last time anybody heard anything about little old AJ before he disappeared off the face of the earth? Exactly. Ring rust is a bitch AJ, and I’m living proof of that…..I’ve worked my god damn ass off to make sure I can get in that ring and perform to the level that people expect from the God of Xtreme, and I work harder than anyone else in this business. From day one in IWF I had a plan, to establish myself as the main man, the measuring stick….and though I was kept out of the initial race for the Imperial Championship, as soon as I got the slightest chance? Boom! Mine. I ruled this place, I evolved, I moved forward, I adapted…..eventually I paid a heavy price for pushing myself too far…
I lost everything.
But here I am, doing it all again. Changing, adapting, growing, assessing the situation and moving forward. Never staying in one place, because Spike Kane does not become stagnant, no, he simply becomes more and more relevant, and not a single one of you can stop it…..despite all of your jealousy. I am the God of Xtreme, I finally have my path laid out before me…...I am The Spiked One…
IWF’s Apex Predator.
It’s time to hunt.
Well howdy there pardner.