Post by Ghost Spike on Jun 30, 2013 13:02:56 GMT
I think I’m getting a little tired of explaining how pissed off I am. One week people stick their nose in my business, the next week they leave well enough alone, the following week they get beaten on a pay per view stage, and then the next they get right back to being the pain in my ass. I get it boys, you’re from prison, so you know damn well you cannot win a fight one on one, so you group together and watch each others backs, make sure nobody takes an early shower, make sure nobody is left alone, and you all come out fine.
Not this time. You see, you’ve gone a step to far in this, and I’m not the type of person who takes things lying down. You come at me, I’ll come right back twice as hard, I’ll make you regret the day you ever even decided to cross the God of Xtreme! How many times does it have to happen before you realise? You cannot beat me! You couldn’t beat me in nCw, you couldn’t beat Rob and I in nCw, and you couldn’t beat us here......so please you filthy colonial scum.....explain to me why you can’t get it through your thick skulls.
You don’t measure up to InFamous.
Last week Mike Laszlo did enough to earn my respect, we went toe to toe in that ring and it could have gone either way, instead you two goons denied the entire world, as well as Laszlo and myself the resolution of that match, and now it has to wait for it’s conclusion. You see, the key thing is, Laszlo earned my respect, but you two? You don’t get anything, you’re simply a pair of cowards who know you can’t cut the mustard.
God damn colonials, you do realise that I’m not American either, right? I mean you spit this foreigner bullshit and expect us to bite into it and use it as an excuse to hate you. I’m an Irishman who was raised in England and plys his trade in America.....I’m pretty messed up like that, but it’s not why I don’t like you. It’s because the two of you are bottom feeding scum!
We’ve done this dance a few times now Cyrus, and I for one, am starting to get tired of it. Tired of having to come here week in and week out and explain to you and your half wit partner why you’re pathetic team will never match up to mine. Why Spike Kane stands above the both of you, however....when we get down to the nitty gritty of it all, we both know that you are the brains of the operation, aren’t you?
Not that it’s hard.
It’s clear to the world though, that you’ve got Stephen right where you want him, pretty much eating out of your hand. He’s like the big dope you can point in the direction of someone who needs smashing, you know the type, this business is littered with them. We’ve all come across them in the past, and yes, they are the more easily manipulated type. So don’t think I’m going to sit here and underestimate you Cyrus, because that isn’t how the mind of The Spiked One works. We’ve been through enough for me to realise that Cyrus, we’ve fought each other too many times, whether it be one on one, tag team, or even handicap matches, we’ve been through a lot more than people realise, and you however seem to have a better grasp of things than your partner does.
You know I’m not scared of you.
You have enough sense about you to realise what getting into the ring with me means, you have enough intelligence to realise that it’s not going to be a walk over, despite your nefarious deeds. Despite attacking me, yet again from behind....you know that I’ll come at you harder than any other opponent you have ever faced. You see, everyone is talking about InFamous and how much of an unstoppable force we have become in IWF. That doesn’t exactly happen over night, we are two people who trust each other completely. We are two people who understand how the other works inside the ring, but most importantly of all? We are two people who are more than capable of handling themselves on their own. Something, I believe you two will be desperately trying to prove this week, but you have to understand something Cyrus.....you didn’t just attack me, you piss us both off.
And you won’t like us when we’re pissed off.
But for this week at least, we don’t have to worry about Criminal Intent versus InFamous, we can settle in on the real issues here, brain versus brain, Daniels versus Kane. I know that you want this win Cyrus, I understand that a victory over me would do an awful lot for your career as much as your momentum. However, I think we need to hit something on the head.....I’ve been doing this for almost two decades, it does not by any stretch of the imagination mean I’m old.
But hey, fact checking is for losers.....right?
I’m thirty four years old dude. I know I’m not exactly a spring chicken, but....I’m not too old for this thing that we both love doing at all. What is it we both love? Because it isn’t wrestling. It’s violence! We both love to hurt people, to cause pain to another human being. I know I’ve left a trail of bodies in my wake, a path of destruction that has gone from one level to another, I’ve dropped women on their heads, turned partners against each other, I’ve convinced people that they have killed others! I’ve been a pretty nasty bastard throughout my career, and whilst it does seem to take some form of toil on my conscience, what you have to remember Cyrus...
I’m damn good at it.
I’m the epitome of evil when it comes to that ring. I’ve played mind games with the best there is, I’ve crushed peoples dreams, destroyed their hope. I’ve made people second guess their choice of career, and ended those who had the balls to step in the ring with me. Very VERY few people have survived to tell the tale, and those that do are permanently changed for life. From The Ace to Dave holland to Angel. I’ve waged war more times in the squared circle than you’ve had hot meals, mate! However, as nasty as I am, as evil the deeds I’ve done in the past, I’ve never stooped as low as you feel you have to against me, as your partner feels he has to against Rob.
I’ve never threatened a child.
What kind of monsters are you?
~~~
Again. Attacked again. This is getting ridiculous. I understand why Rob is pissed off, but I can bring myself to talk to him right now. Instead I’m sitting in the back of the tour bus that Aly and I had decided to invest in for when we do bring Xander with us. Right now he’s asleep at the top of the bed snuggled between the pillows. Aly is in the shower and I’m just laying there with my back in more pain than it should be.
“God damn Aussies gave me a right kickin’....”
I just lay there for a moment and allow the mattress to do some work on my poor overworked body. Without even thinking about it my eyes started to glaze over and slowly close, but the sound of Aly dropping something in the shower startles me enough to wake me up. The jerk however, has awoken the demon, the vile beast who has begun screaming.
“Oh don’t worry son, it was just me. I’m here, don’t cry.”
I reach for Xander and pull him towards me cuddling him against my chest and wiping some of the tears from his face. Looks like the poor kid has been having some nightmares. His sobs are a little uncontrollable and it seems like he can’t shake the images from his mind, boy do I know that feeling. Probably yet another curse I’ve passed on to my kids.
“Don’t worry buddy, Daddy is here. He’ll save you from whatever it is that’s after you, ok?”
His puppy dog eyes look up to me and I can see nothing but innocence there, something that I’m trying desperately to protect. I don’t want my son to grow up and see the horrible things I’ve done. I don’t want him to become involved in any of it, and I’ll work as hard as I can to keep it that way.
“Daddy.....squirt!”
Ah, he want’s his stuffed turtle. Can’t blame him, thing is pretty cute. He watched that Finding Nemo film and named his little turtle after one of them, it’s friggin’ adorable. I don’t have to move far to get it, but in the few seconds it takes me to do so Xander has picked up the remote and switched the TV on. That’s when I see that god awful face of the “Crocodile Hunter” looking back at me, his words being directed towards Rob. My partner. My friends. My brother.
“That prick....he’s.....he’s bringing Hope into this!?”
Xander starts giggling and saying “prick” over and over. I should really lean in and tell him to stop, but I can’t take my eyes of the TV screen, that’s when Aly comes out of the shower, dressed in a bath robe with her hair all wet and stuck to her face and neck in that sexy way that women do, and she leans in grabbing Xander and telling him off, before leaning to me and placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, are you OK love?”
I can’t turn away from the TV my rage is starting to build up and I want nothing more than to smash Stephen Kingsley’s face against a brick wall.
“Yeah...yeah.....where’s Rob hun?”
She can hear the tension in my voice, and she hesitates before replying.
“He said he’d meet us in Indiana, give you both a chance to calm down.”
I don’t even say anything else before I start walking through to the front of the bus. We’d been parked for the night but I couldn’t sit around and do nothing now. Rob might not admit it, but there are times when best friends need each other more than they realise, and right now....
“I need to find Rob.”
She’d followed me through to the driving seat.
“Why, love?”
“Because he’s going to kill Stephen Kingsley, and I have to stop him...”
Just like that my nights rest is scrapped. I need to be there for my friend, I need to stop him from doing something stupid and maybe in the hope of stopping myself too. I don’t like people threatening loved ones, but threatening kids is just a different kind of animal.
An animal that needs to be put down.
~~~
I will kill you.
I’ll happily announce it to the world, go to prison for life, suffer the death penalty if I have to, but if you ever lay a hand on my son I will kill you. That isn’t a threat Cyrus, something I’m pretty sure we’re both on the same level with here. I’ll straight up murderize you.
Nothing on this planet could stop me.
You see, I’ve been through enough pain in that section of my life for more than one lifetime, and I will not allow a back alley punk like you use my son to try and make a name for yourself. It seems to be something that people like to use against the Kane Family, it’s amazing when you think about it, how many times it’s used against Brad, Freya, and myself. Our very own Kryptonite it seems....is each other, is our family. I’m a violent man Cyrus, I’ve toured the world and learned newer ways to hurt people every time. I’ve evolved from what I once was, back when people used to call me a chair swinging idiot. I’ve gone from the man who ushered in the era of xtreme to seemingly being it’s only surviving member. I’ve learned how to take things to the “mat” as they say and can out wrestle the best of them, but deep in that core, is just a man who loves to fight.
You know what they say about the Irish, aye?
Boy do we love to fight, and I know that your lot ain’t much different, but do you really think that winding me up is the best step forward “mate?” You’ve attacked me from behind on more than once occasion, that was enough of a reason for me to want to smash your face in, but you had to go one step further and make it personal.....not a wise decision buddy. I’ve permanently destroyed people who are far superior to you. I’ve gone to war with people who brought more to the table than you do, and for much less. You need to understand though Cyrus, is that I don’t exactly lose control when I’m angered....no, it’s more the opposite....more like....tunnel vision, I focus on my target...and f*cking destroy it!
I don’t want this match with you Cyrus.
It doesn’t give me what I want. It doesn’t give me that feeling of no holds barred, I can do anything I want to you and it’s perfectly legal. You see, people like yourself, sometimes you aren’t exactly overabundance with brains, you pick a fight with a man who can LEGALLY beat ten shades of shit out of you, instead of doing it in a place where there will be repercussions, but then again a man who has fallen victim of the law isn’t exactly likely to use it against his fellow man is he? That’s why we need a match with no rules Cyrus, we need something that we’re both a little more used to, and no....I’m not talking about bringing a shank into a match, that’s just childs play compared to what I have in store for you. It’ll be like a masterpiece Cyrus, I promise you, like Picasso’s Garçon à la pipe, like Van Gogh’s sunflowers, like Metallica’s black album, hell.....like Brad Kane’s master of horrors.
It’s going to be memorable.
So prepare yourself for war colonial, maybe do a little more background checking on your opponent before you open your mouth again. Get ready for the hardest fight of your life, everything that has happened before this, everything that has led you to this moment will pale in comparison to the wrath of the god of xtreme. At Sacrifice I plan on doing exactly that, “mate” I plan on sacrificing you in the name of The Spiked One, to set an example, prove a point to the world that you do NOT threaten my family....Being on your knees and being forced to “All Hail!” is the least of your worries.....
I’m going to end you.
Well howdy there pardner.