Post by Angel Blake on May 27, 2015 15:54:23 GMT
Now…
The blinds were closed as they always were now, casting a strange sort of shadow from the street lights outside giving the small studio apartment an eerie glow…
In the corner of the room a glass clanged as it was sat upon an old wooden side table, a man shrouded in darkness sat before a small television screen, it’s glow only lighting the pale skin of his face and the sheen of his long black hair…
Angel almost smiled as he looked at the image frozen on his screen, memories of the past flooding his mind, memories of blood and screams, moments of pure orgasmic ecstasy permanently etched into his soul…
Better times…
That’s what the image reminded him of as he sat in this gloom, this dank waste land of a home that was more of a prison now than anything, locked inside with other memories, memories of failure and shattered dreams…
His cold hand clutched the small glass again, swirling the amber liquid within. He swore he’d never touch a drink again after the horror of the things he’d done became inescapable and unredeemable…
But there was no one to swear to now…
It was just him and the frozen image on his screen, the smiling, cackling God of Xtreme in all his guts and glory calling out the man who would be God…
Angel sipped from his glass, the whiskey burning his throat all the way down into his belly and he sneered as it went. He enjoyed the pain, the burning, it felt like a personal penance to punish himself in this way and so he took another sip…
I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle
Running from a man I swore I'd never be
No one ever has to face tomorrow
But I'm the one that has to face me
Spike Kane…
The world sees us as life long enemies…
Bitter rivals from the moment we met…
But the truth is…
We are the only true friends we have…
I will never lie to you…
Never mislead you….
I will always tell you exactly what is on my mind…
For better or worse…
And what is on my mind is death…
It's the demons I've created for myself
The tragic truth
It's hard for me to understand myself
So it has to be hard as hell for you!
Then…
It was warm and sunny, the sky was a bright blue and there were birds chirping in the trees. Spring had finally come for the state of Connecticut and it’s people couldn’t be happier…
Outside his newly purchased white Victorian home, Angel Blake played with two children, a young toddler with black hair named Edward, his prodigal son returned and the other was the son of Tara Fenix, Aaron…
Edward laughed hysterically as his father lifted him up into the air and spun him around, the image was made stranger still by the bright colors all of them were wearing, Angel in a white t-shirt and tan shorts, his own son dressed to match and Aaron wearing bright blue with camo…
They were the image of a happy family…
The only thing missing was Tara Fenix who was no where to be found…
Slowly we make our way inside the home, past the newly furnished living room with it’s red accents and leather couches, up the banister stairs with the oak finish and down the hall way with red royal throw rug and family picture to the large bed room on the other end of the house…
There she was…
Tara Fenix with her black hair tied back behind her head, her shoulders bare but her torso covered in a deep read tube top. She sat at the end of large four poster bed with her phone pressed against ear, a look of confidence on her face marked with a smile as she took a quick glance down the hall way…
”No he doesn’t suspect anything…”
She paused as the voice on the other end spoke, she nodded silently…
”Yes I understand all that but what you don’t understand is they are MY children and the things I’ve done to get them back can’t be undone…”
She paused again, the voice clearly telling her something she didn’t want to hear as her brow furrowed and she was suddenly less pleasant…
”You knew what you were signing up for when I hired you and if this is too hard then I’ll find someone who CAN handle it…”
She nodded again, a smirk on her face…
”Good. Let me know as soon as everything goes through, I can’t stand him even looking at me let alone…”
Tara shudders as her words trail off. She stands up to walks across the room to the large double doors that lead out onto a balcony. She steps out the door as she pockets her phone and sees her family down in the yard…
Angel stops to look up at her with an uncharacteristic smile on his face, he was truly happy, finally he thought…
Tara forced a grin and a small wave, silently praying for this to be over…
I can't say the Devil made me do it
I chose to be the one I am, the way I am today
I wish there was but there's no way around it
In the end I made the choice and will not die ashamed!
There is a beginning and an end…
An Alpha…
And an Omega…
We are opposites but the same…
Self proclaimed Gods without followers…
Men without morals…
We are Immortal in the minds and hearts of many!
More than legends…
Or myths…
We are what the men and women of professional wrestling wish to be…
We are the beginning and the end…
Life and Death…
And once more we will battle…
We will bleed…
Only this time, Michael…
I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO WALK AWAY!
There will be no tomorrow for you…
There will be no future…
Spike Kane, you will enter Night of the Immortals The God of Xtreme…
But you will leave as the corpse of a broken man…
It's the voices screaming in my head
The tragic truth
It's hard for me to understand myself
So it has to be hard as hell for you!
Now…
He’s alone now save for the roaches that scurry across the floor around him. The glass is empty like his chest and the bottle fill it again is as far away as his children…
The image is still frozen on the screen, the smiling God of Xtreme covered forever covered in the blood of his victims…
The two of them, Gods of Professional Wrestling, lock in an eternal war that will only really end when one of them was dead. It was no wonder they hated each other so much for so long, they were just too much alike…
Too much pain…
Too much loss…
He looked about himself at the empty glass and barren apartment wondering if Spike had come to the end of his road as well…
Or if Spike still had something let to lose…
Angel Blake was a God with no disciples…
A crown of thorns his only reward…
His arrogance almost cost him his career against Seth Evans but he showed him mercy, allowed him to continue living his dream until saw fit to end it…
He would thank Seth Evans for the faith he put in him…
By ending Spike Kane.
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves?
Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape!
This is not what I wanted not what I need!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all, tear it all!
Someone tell the heavens to take it all, tear it all away!
You attacked the man who saved me…
A man I hold in the highest regard…
All in an effort to draw me out for one last match…
You will regret those actions, Michael…
You will regret tempting fate…
I know you forget…
Your mind likes to rewrite history…
I. AM. GOD.
I am professional wrestling…
I. AM. DEATH!
You are but a man, Michael, a burnt out, tired, MAN!
You are flesh and blood…
YOU PLAY GOD!
I will show you what it means to be all powerful…
I will show you what it means to be everlasting…
For your screams will permanently echo through the halls of Imperial Wrestling…
Your blood will forever stain the canvas…
You will be made immortal through my actions…
For the destruction of Spike Kane will be unforgettable…
The bloody image of your ruined corpse will be seared into the minds of millions…
When you asked for this fight…
You asked to die!
I know your tortured soul…
I can see it as clearly as the paint on my face…
YOU. WANT. TO. DIE.
And I will be more than happy to deliver you to the other side, Michael…
I will free you from this life…
For I am your friend…
You asked…
So you shall receive…
We will walk together into the nether world…
Side by side…
I will hold you gently in my arms…
Cradle your head…
And watch with pride as the life slips from your eyes…
Finally…
On the grandest stage of them all…
Michael Kane will be laid to rest…
The king is dead…
Long live the King.
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves?
Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape!
This is not what I wanted not what I need!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all, tear it all!
Someone tell the heavens to take it all, tear it all away!
The blinds were closed as they always were now, casting a strange sort of shadow from the street lights outside giving the small studio apartment an eerie glow…
In the corner of the room a glass clanged as it was sat upon an old wooden side table, a man shrouded in darkness sat before a small television screen, it’s glow only lighting the pale skin of his face and the sheen of his long black hair…
Angel almost smiled as he looked at the image frozen on his screen, memories of the past flooding his mind, memories of blood and screams, moments of pure orgasmic ecstasy permanently etched into his soul…
Better times…
That’s what the image reminded him of as he sat in this gloom, this dank waste land of a home that was more of a prison now than anything, locked inside with other memories, memories of failure and shattered dreams…
His cold hand clutched the small glass again, swirling the amber liquid within. He swore he’d never touch a drink again after the horror of the things he’d done became inescapable and unredeemable…
But there was no one to swear to now…
It was just him and the frozen image on his screen, the smiling, cackling God of Xtreme in all his guts and glory calling out the man who would be God…
Angel sipped from his glass, the whiskey burning his throat all the way down into his belly and he sneered as it went. He enjoyed the pain, the burning, it felt like a personal penance to punish himself in this way and so he took another sip…
I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle
Running from a man I swore I'd never be
No one ever has to face tomorrow
But I'm the one that has to face me
Spike Kane…
The world sees us as life long enemies…
Bitter rivals from the moment we met…
But the truth is…
We are the only true friends we have…
I will never lie to you…
Never mislead you….
I will always tell you exactly what is on my mind…
For better or worse…
And what is on my mind is death…
It's the demons I've created for myself
The tragic truth
It's hard for me to understand myself
So it has to be hard as hell for you!
Then…
It was warm and sunny, the sky was a bright blue and there were birds chirping in the trees. Spring had finally come for the state of Connecticut and it’s people couldn’t be happier…
Outside his newly purchased white Victorian home, Angel Blake played with two children, a young toddler with black hair named Edward, his prodigal son returned and the other was the son of Tara Fenix, Aaron…
Edward laughed hysterically as his father lifted him up into the air and spun him around, the image was made stranger still by the bright colors all of them were wearing, Angel in a white t-shirt and tan shorts, his own son dressed to match and Aaron wearing bright blue with camo…
They were the image of a happy family…
The only thing missing was Tara Fenix who was no where to be found…
Slowly we make our way inside the home, past the newly furnished living room with it’s red accents and leather couches, up the banister stairs with the oak finish and down the hall way with red royal throw rug and family picture to the large bed room on the other end of the house…
There she was…
Tara Fenix with her black hair tied back behind her head, her shoulders bare but her torso covered in a deep read tube top. She sat at the end of large four poster bed with her phone pressed against ear, a look of confidence on her face marked with a smile as she took a quick glance down the hall way…
”No he doesn’t suspect anything…”
She paused as the voice on the other end spoke, she nodded silently…
”Yes I understand all that but what you don’t understand is they are MY children and the things I’ve done to get them back can’t be undone…”
She paused again, the voice clearly telling her something she didn’t want to hear as her brow furrowed and she was suddenly less pleasant…
”You knew what you were signing up for when I hired you and if this is too hard then I’ll find someone who CAN handle it…”
She nodded again, a smirk on her face…
”Good. Let me know as soon as everything goes through, I can’t stand him even looking at me let alone…”
Tara shudders as her words trail off. She stands up to walks across the room to the large double doors that lead out onto a balcony. She steps out the door as she pockets her phone and sees her family down in the yard…
Angel stops to look up at her with an uncharacteristic smile on his face, he was truly happy, finally he thought…
Tara forced a grin and a small wave, silently praying for this to be over…
I can't say the Devil made me do it
I chose to be the one I am, the way I am today
I wish there was but there's no way around it
In the end I made the choice and will not die ashamed!
There is a beginning and an end…
An Alpha…
And an Omega…
We are opposites but the same…
Self proclaimed Gods without followers…
Men without morals…
We are Immortal in the minds and hearts of many!
More than legends…
Or myths…
We are what the men and women of professional wrestling wish to be…
We are the beginning and the end…
Life and Death…
And once more we will battle…
We will bleed…
Only this time, Michael…
I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO WALK AWAY!
There will be no tomorrow for you…
There will be no future…
Spike Kane, you will enter Night of the Immortals The God of Xtreme…
But you will leave as the corpse of a broken man…
It's the voices screaming in my head
The tragic truth
It's hard for me to understand myself
So it has to be hard as hell for you!
Now…
He’s alone now save for the roaches that scurry across the floor around him. The glass is empty like his chest and the bottle fill it again is as far away as his children…
The image is still frozen on the screen, the smiling God of Xtreme covered forever covered in the blood of his victims…
The two of them, Gods of Professional Wrestling, lock in an eternal war that will only really end when one of them was dead. It was no wonder they hated each other so much for so long, they were just too much alike…
Too much pain…
Too much loss…
He looked about himself at the empty glass and barren apartment wondering if Spike had come to the end of his road as well…
Or if Spike still had something let to lose…
Angel Blake was a God with no disciples…
A crown of thorns his only reward…
His arrogance almost cost him his career against Seth Evans but he showed him mercy, allowed him to continue living his dream until saw fit to end it…
He would thank Seth Evans for the faith he put in him…
By ending Spike Kane.
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves?
Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape!
This is not what I wanted not what I need!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all, tear it all!
Someone tell the heavens to take it all, tear it all away!
You attacked the man who saved me…
A man I hold in the highest regard…
All in an effort to draw me out for one last match…
You will regret those actions, Michael…
You will regret tempting fate…
I know you forget…
Your mind likes to rewrite history…
I. AM. GOD.
I am professional wrestling…
I. AM. DEATH!
You are but a man, Michael, a burnt out, tired, MAN!
You are flesh and blood…
YOU PLAY GOD!
I will show you what it means to be all powerful…
I will show you what it means to be everlasting…
For your screams will permanently echo through the halls of Imperial Wrestling…
Your blood will forever stain the canvas…
You will be made immortal through my actions…
For the destruction of Spike Kane will be unforgettable…
The bloody image of your ruined corpse will be seared into the minds of millions…
When you asked for this fight…
You asked to die!
I know your tortured soul…
I can see it as clearly as the paint on my face…
YOU. WANT. TO. DIE.
And I will be more than happy to deliver you to the other side, Michael…
I will free you from this life…
For I am your friend…
You asked…
So you shall receive…
We will walk together into the nether world…
Side by side…
I will hold you gently in my arms…
Cradle your head…
And watch with pride as the life slips from your eyes…
Finally…
On the grandest stage of them all…
Michael Kane will be laid to rest…
The king is dead…
Long live the King.
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves?
Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape!
This is not what I wanted not what I need!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all, tear it all!
Someone tell the heavens to take it all, tear it all away!
Well howdy there pardner.