I.Am.Sin.

[Ghost Spike]

"You're a fucking poser, that's all you'll ever be!
Don't get any closer, or you'll meet the real me!
I am who I am, you can't destroy me!
I am what I am, you can't deny me!"



IWF has stood the test of time. The company that nobody gave a hope in hells chance of surviving is not only doing that, but it is thriving. Champions have come and gone, superstars risen and fallen.....

Kings dethroned...

The thing is, when we get right down to it. IWF's success.....is simply because of me. I am the God of Xtreme, the man who single handedly picked this company up and carried it on his back when the sharks were circling. Much like I did in nCw, I put my body, my mind, and my career on the line week in and week out to bring the masses to the shows, for those pay per view buy rates.....and the attention we so desperately craved. I brought a sense of pride and prestige to the Imperial Championship.....I was an Emperor and a King at the same time.

I'd forgotten all about this.

I'd forgotten who I was.

Kyle would love the irony of that....

This last few weeks have been an eye opener, because I finally realise who, and what I am.

I'm the Spiked One.

The God of Xtreme.

The true King of this company.

I'm the man every wrestler wishes he could be, the very opposite of you Angel Blake. For you claim to be God....but I'm not making such heretical claims no....I'm something far more powerful, the darkness that everyone turns to.....the voices that whisper in the dark, that promise greatness all for the simple price of corruption.

Thank you for reminding me who I am.

I. Am. Sin.

"I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and break me down, but I won’t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you’re a pretender.
You may think you're god, but I know that I am sin!"

~~~~

Fairy tales have been a part of human culture for as long as people can remember. Though the stories have changed over the years, their meanings twisted to fit the morales of the time, warnings for children, or simply for entertainments purpose.......but fairy tales aren't all happiness and sunshine.....and fairy tales, are real.

Once upon a time there was a King who led his Kingdom with an iron fist. A King who fought all of his battles at the forefront of his army, and led them proudly. A King who wore his heart on his sleeve, and was all but a slave to his emotions. Many people thought of this King as a villain, someone who was corrupt and only cared about violence and setting examples, but the truth is that the King fought for his Kings, and the people within it. He gave his all to protect them, and ensure that they would remain safe from any and all enemies, but perception can be the making of a man, or the undoing of one too.

For years the King reigned proudly and peacefully at the head of his Kingdom, he had even found love and vowed to make this woman his Queen. He treated her like royalty and gave her everything her heart desired, but the Kings attention was taken away from the threats that surrounded him, was such his devotion to his Queen that he fell to the sword of betrayal and was dethroned very unceremoniously. The King who had fought for his Kingdom, who had done everything that was necessary, had been proven fallible and merely just a man. With his power stripped, his allies scattered, and the love of his life spurning him.....he sank into a pit of despair, so self absorbed and racked with grief he was unaware of what was really happening to his Kingdom, and his people.

A cult had risen, swelled within the ranks they called themselves the Sons of X, prophets of the Age of X. Led by a mad man who would heretically have the gall to call himself God. Initially, the King saw this cult as nothing but an affront to his reign, the distraction of the fairy tale Knight who dethroned him had hidden the truth from him. The King decided to align himself with this cult, believing that it was better to keep your friends close but your enemies closer. The King fought hard for their cause, out himself on the front lines....but it was all for nought. It took time, but the King saw their God for exactly what he was, a false God! Merely a usurper attempting to steal the Kings former throne, and eventually succeeded. The King was lost, desolate, his plans had fallen to pieces, his attempt to regain his throne broken and laid to ruin.

He had failed.

The King wouldn't be beaten however, he had learned from his trials, from the betrayals he had suffered and of those who had committed them. He took a back seat and watch the sad satire that is life unfold throughout his former kingdom. A new King had risen, an old friend of The Kings, but also an old enemy. The King knew that regaining his throne would be a long and treacherous path, but he had been plotting behind the scenes to make a grab for power. The former leader of this cult had been toppled, and he too was looking for his place in this world.....the King sought to use this to his own advantage, and procured an alliance between himself and his most powerful enemy.

The Kingdom wouldn't know what hit them.

However, despite feeling he had learned from his lessons, there was yet another twist in the tale. The man who would proclaim himself God turned his back on the King. He shut him out, and broke their alliance with a simple act followed by mere silence. The King had had enough, and it was time for him to make his play or forever remain in the shadows. He challenged his former ally for all to see, the new monarch and his queen bore witness, but they paid no heed for it was not their problem. The King was detracted now, his throne no longer his purpose.....simply that, of vengeance. The man who would be king wanted bloody revenge on the man who would be God.....but there was no answer. Like some little pig frightened of the big bad wolf, Angel Blake remained hidden, and silent. The King grew angry and took his anger out on those who would once have happily served him, he took his vengeance out on the poor head of the Evans family, and just when it looked like he would end him for good....."God" showed up.

The stage had been set, the challenge now answered. The King versus God, and who knows what the fate of the Kingdom may be, for surely these two men are the most powerful that the Kingdom had ever seen, and when the victor emerges, whomever he may be.....surely their eyes must be fixed firmly on the throne once more.

This story isn't over, but as you were warned at the beginning; fairy tales aren't what they seem. These two men are the most violent and despicable men around, and when the dust settles, whomever remains standing will surely be more violent, more brutal, and stronger than ever.

The fate of the Kingdom rests in their hands.

~~~
"I won’t fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"


Do you honestly think that you can look past me as if I'm so insignificant?

I'm the stuff that your own nightmares are made of Angel. I'm the one thing in this world that is worse than you. I'm the one person in this business who can take things further than you, can go to that dark place that you believe is reserved only for yourself. You see, we're two of a kind. Birds of a feather. The very last of a dying breed. Others may claim to be apart of it, apart of who and what we are, but they know deep down inside that not a soul on this planet can hold a candle to the flames of our careers. Spike and Angel.

Kind of makes you nostalgic doesn't it?

Don't worry, I'm not going to start quoting a TV show at you to show you how wrong you are in all of this, but I could....and the one thing you should take away from that though? Everyone always liked Spike more than Angel. Its funny how life imitates art isn't it? I mean ive had no shortage of people turn on me, no shortage of knives in my back, but the thing is for them to get there....I kinda had to have friends in the first place. You know what I mean? People wanted to be around me. They wanted to train with me, they wanted to tag with me, they were honoured just to get in the ring with me
....but you?

Nobody has ever liked you.

You're a pretentious, stuck up asshole who has an insane superiority complex. You want us to believe your hype, you want us to buy into your mind games, the smoke and mirrors....but it's old hat dude. Everybody has seen it all before, they know exactly who you are, and what you are capable of.....and they're bored Angel. Do you not think there was a reason why you couldn't get past Seth Evans? Despite all your propaganda, despite all your hype, despite your motherfucking God complex.....you were toppled by little old Seth. Little old Seth Evans all but put the final nail in your coffin. All your big plans had come to nothing, you'd been played by Ana and Alex just like I had...

You were proven fallible.

Not very godlike.

I accept my defeats, I lick my wounds, and I try to learn from them and evolve. I don't backtrack on my words, not ever, because everything I say, I believe with one hundred percent conviction. I believe in me, in myself, in my skills, and my abilities. Nobody ever told me I'd be a superstar, nobody ever told me I'd have the greatest fucking career that this business has ever seen - and no matter how hard they deny it, or how much they try to pretend they don't care? Every single person in this company is jealous of the accolades I've collected. I've carved a brutal, bloody fucking path through this business and nobody has ever stopped me. People have tried, oh my have they tried.

Alex tried to end me in the Dragons Den.

He failed.

My brother tried to bed me by stapling a railroad spike through my hand.

He failed.

You yourself tried to end me in my favoured Dragons Den.

That's right, you failed also.

Men have stepped up to me and promised that I'd be packing my bags for good, men with a lot more on the line and a lot more to lose than you Angel. Let's face it, the only thing you do have to lose is your pride. I came back and amidst all the fat jokes, literally destroyed the one man who you couldn't beat. I did in one match what you couldn't do in months. I made my statement and finally got your attention.....you finally had the balls to face up to me.

Because you want me to end you.

That's right, you want me to put an end to the nose dive your career has taken, to take you out in a blaze of glory and style. A match that will surely be match of the year candidate......a match everyone will remember. Because you know that my name carries weight, that my matches carry something that nobody else's do. You know that when I put you down once and for all, everyone will remember it. Nobody will remember your loss to Seth Evans, because it will be eclipsed by the "battle of the Gods" that will, and can, only end with your defeat. I've been biding my time Angel, I've been picking my fights...I've been preparing for this from the moment I walked back through that curtain.

I'm going to kill God.

I'm going to shut you down, end your facade, and crush your career in one fell swoop. To think, this all could have been avoided, but nobody slights me the way you have and lives to tell the tail. I will not be ignored like some green grass rookie, I will not be pushed aside by someone who fails time after time.....I am Spike Kane. I am the greatest man to ever step foot in this company, and at Night of Immortals? I will truly live on in infamy....

And you will fall by my hand.

I stand.

You fall.

All. Bloody. Hail.

"I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and break me down, but I won’t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you’re a pretender.
You may think you're god, but I know that I am sin!
I am SIN!

If there was ever a time you needed to walk the fuck away?

It's right fucking now, right fucking here!"