Post by Warren Kane on Nov 30, 2015 17:32:35 GMT
Last weeks events did nothing but confuse the hell out of me going into the Extinction Event. I mean on one hand you have the Imperial Champion claiming to want nothing to do with Rob Diamond, and then he interferes in his match just to lay him out. I tried to watch Robs back, I promised him that I would….instead all that seems to have happened is Rob and Roberto are playing some messed up game of chess.
And I'm stuck in the middle.
Don't get it twisted, I have no loyalty to Roberto Verona, not outside the boundaries of my contract at least. He's my boss, as simple as that….but after last weeks shenanigans, does he really think that either Rob or myself are going to help him keep his Imperial Championship? Not that I believe anyone on the other team is WORTHY of the title….just, no matter what I've still got Robs back, and I got a feeling he'll do everything he can to ensure Verona doesn't leave Survival of the Fittest as the Imperial Champion.
Me?
Well my goal is simple.
I'm going to walk into the Extinction Event, I'm going to put on masterclass, steal the show, and the limelight...and when the dust settles?
I will still be Invictus Champion.
~~~
And I'm stuck in the middle.
Don't get it twisted, I have no loyalty to Roberto Verona, not outside the boundaries of my contract at least. He's my boss, as simple as that….but after last weeks shenanigans, does he really think that either Rob or myself are going to help him keep his Imperial Championship? Not that I believe anyone on the other team is WORTHY of the title….just, no matter what I've still got Robs back, and I got a feeling he'll do everything he can to ensure Verona doesn't leave Survival of the Fittest as the Imperial Champion.
Me?
Well my goal is simple.
I'm going to walk into the Extinction Event, I'm going to put on masterclass, steal the show, and the limelight...and when the dust settles?
I will still be Invictus Champion.
~~~
We open up immediately after Sacrifice were backstage we see Warren Kane packing his gear into his bag. He's in the InFamous locker room, which has been trashed by Rob in a rage, and to be fair, Warren couldn't blame him. He was still kinda pissed about what went down in the main event himself. It's just as he's finished packing he notices another bag in the corner, almost hidden amongst the Rob-caused-destruction, he recognises it right away. It's Spikes. That is when a knock comes at the door, Warren answers it without any hesitation or thought.
Stagehand: Hey, umm Warren? Mr Warren Kane?
Warren: Yep, that's me.
The guy shuffles a little bit, obviously not too happy about delivering the message he's about to deliver.
Stagehand: I'm sorry to tell you sir, but your father has been rushed to the hospital.
Warren: What? Why?
Stagehand: Mohammed Al Thani hired a bunch of thugs to jump him in the ring, with Al Thani himself, and they really did a number on him. They say he may have some broken ribs, and maybe a concussion.
The news doesn't seem to shock Warren, as he all but rolls his eyes as the guy talks. Clearly his opinions on his dad returning to IWF are still a little sour.
Warren: I wish he'd listen to people, if not me then the doctors….he's going to get himself killed….can you give me the address for the hospital?
The guy already had it written down and he passes a little card to Warren with the name and phone number of the hospital that Spike was taken to, before he leaves. Warren turns back and closes the door to the locker room, he sighs long and loud before plopping himself down on the bench. He takes out his cell phone and absent mindedly unlocks it and thumbs through to his contacts, he opens the contact for Ollie and begins to call. After a good ten seconds of ringing or so he picks up.
“Hey, what's up? I wasn't expecting your call for a couple of hours.”
Warren: Listen Ollie, I know you had a big special date planned but I can't make it, Spike has only gone and put himself in the hospital and….well….he doesn't have anyone else.
The depression is almost visible as Warren talks down the phone.
“Hey….don't worry about it. He's your dad, you're too good Warren, I mean it…..we’ll sort something out for another time.”
Warren: Thank you. I really appreciate you being so understanding.
“What are boyfriends for?”
The two laugh almost in unison before Warren begins to talk about other stuff with Ollie, stuff that we are not privy to as the scene fades.
~~~
This championship that I hold means everything to me. Not just because it makes me a champion, that my wages are higher and I get better spots on the card, no….because by association with me, the championship is worthwhile. I bring prestige to this belt, and I will defend in however, and wherever I have to. I am a fighting champion, and I've already defended my belt in a triple threat match.
So I'm kinda used to clusterfuck matches.
But do you know what the weird thing is? This time last year, my old man was holding the Imperial Championship and he went into the Extinction Event, and somehow, some way, despite the burning hatred everyone had for h, he emerged with the belt still around his waist. Nobody agrees with the how and the why, but the facts are true….and the thing is? I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep this belt around my waist.
I look at our opponents, the likes of Nighthawk, Mohammed Al Thani, and Andrew Jacobsen…..and I'm not scared. I'm not intimidated at all, you see Nighthawk I've beaten before, Al Thani is going to be so distracted for free of vengeful wrath from old Spikey, and then there's Andrew.
The Young Gun.
Just like Jack Gaither you put your money where your mouth was on Open Fight Night, and just like Gaither, you were made to eat those words. You lost your title to Rob, and not a single person on the roster feels sorry for you, at all. You aligned yourself with Bodycount
...and how did that work out? I mean where are they now? What did the catapult you into? People could say the same about me and Judas Alliahs cult….but I've come forward, I've grown, I'm a two time Invictus Champion. What do you have to show for it?
Some emo attitude?
I'd consider you a threat Andrew, but I get the distinct feeling that you might think that the Invictus Championship is beneath you. In fact I expect even Nighthawk and Al Thani might think the same, but here's the skinny boys...the belt doesn't make the man, the man makes the belt. For all the love I have for him, Rob Diamond can't wait to get rid of the mantle of Man of Steel and become the Imperial Champion, that is fine, different strokes for different folks, but me?
I firmly believe that you can take any gold and make it worthy of being the main event.
You run with your title and you make people believe in it, believe in you. You go out there, whether you're first on the card, last on the card, or somewhere in the middle. You show the entire world what this championship means to you, and they will follow suit. Did people respect the Imperial Title when it was held by Angel? By Spike?
What about when it was held by Davey Ortega? Or Mike Laszlo?
My point exactly. Holding that title doesn't make you the best anymore, it doesn't make you the top dog….only in one essence does it, and that is by placing a huge target on you. Meanwhile, I'm over here with the gold that I earned the hard way the first time, and the fin way the second time. Raising the expectation level of “Invictus Matches” pushing my opponents further that they have ever been pushed before, creating instant classic after instant classic, all in the name of the championship that is my cross to bare. You see, I don't lie about my title and what it means….you people may look down on it, hell even my own team might do so….but I guarantee I will go down in history as one of the greatest champions of all time.
I'm in the prime of my career, and it is only just beginning. I haven't been in this industry a year yet, and I'm a two time champion. My face is on the posters selling the pay per view event, I am a rising star, and I'll be damned if I let any of you stop my ascension or try to halt me in my tracks now. I'm on a roll like I've never been on before, I'm pushing forward with my own personal issues and they're not effecting me in the ring anymore….so you can bring your middle Eastern stereotype, you can bring your faded stable jumper, and you can bring the wrestling machine, but it won't help. Whether or not my team get behind me and help out is irrelevant. I will play my part, I will tag in and out when needed or wanted, I will attempt to help my partners keep their gold, because that is how I would like to be treated….and you know the saying…
Do unto others…
I won't worry about Rob and Verona going at it, because it is inevitable and it will only serve as a distraction while I try to defend my own belt. Regardless of what happens, my championship is my priority, and I will go down swinging as fast and as hard as possible if that is the case, but trust me, it won't be easy, and it won't be quick….
I will find a way to just survive somehow.
Us Kane's are hard to kill.
This championship that I hold means everything to me. Not just because it makes me a champion, that my wages are higher and I get better spots on the card, no….because by association with me, the championship is worthwhile. I bring prestige to this belt, and I will defend in however, and wherever I have to. I am a fighting champion, and I've already defended my belt in a triple threat match.
So I'm kinda used to clusterfuck matches.
But do you know what the weird thing is? This time last year, my old man was holding the Imperial Championship and he went into the Extinction Event, and somehow, some way, despite the burning hatred everyone had for h, he emerged with the belt still around his waist. Nobody agrees with the how and the why, but the facts are true….and the thing is? I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep this belt around my waist.
I look at our opponents, the likes of Nighthawk, Mohammed Al Thani, and Andrew Jacobsen…..and I'm not scared. I'm not intimidated at all, you see Nighthawk I've beaten before, Al Thani is going to be so distracted for free of vengeful wrath from old Spikey, and then there's Andrew.
The Young Gun.
Just like Jack Gaither you put your money where your mouth was on Open Fight Night, and just like Gaither, you were made to eat those words. You lost your title to Rob, and not a single person on the roster feels sorry for you, at all. You aligned yourself with Bodycount
...and how did that work out? I mean where are they now? What did the catapult you into? People could say the same about me and Judas Alliahs cult….but I've come forward, I've grown, I'm a two time Invictus Champion. What do you have to show for it?
Some emo attitude?
I'd consider you a threat Andrew, but I get the distinct feeling that you might think that the Invictus Championship is beneath you. In fact I expect even Nighthawk and Al Thani might think the same, but here's the skinny boys...the belt doesn't make the man, the man makes the belt. For all the love I have for him, Rob Diamond can't wait to get rid of the mantle of Man of Steel and become the Imperial Champion, that is fine, different strokes for different folks, but me?
I firmly believe that you can take any gold and make it worthy of being the main event.
You run with your title and you make people believe in it, believe in you. You go out there, whether you're first on the card, last on the card, or somewhere in the middle. You show the entire world what this championship means to you, and they will follow suit. Did people respect the Imperial Title when it was held by Angel? By Spike?
What about when it was held by Davey Ortega? Or Mike Laszlo?
My point exactly. Holding that title doesn't make you the best anymore, it doesn't make you the top dog….only in one essence does it, and that is by placing a huge target on you. Meanwhile, I'm over here with the gold that I earned the hard way the first time, and the fin way the second time. Raising the expectation level of “Invictus Matches” pushing my opponents further that they have ever been pushed before, creating instant classic after instant classic, all in the name of the championship that is my cross to bare. You see, I don't lie about my title and what it means….you people may look down on it, hell even my own team might do so….but I guarantee I will go down in history as one of the greatest champions of all time.
I'm in the prime of my career, and it is only just beginning. I haven't been in this industry a year yet, and I'm a two time champion. My face is on the posters selling the pay per view event, I am a rising star, and I'll be damned if I let any of you stop my ascension or try to halt me in my tracks now. I'm on a roll like I've never been on before, I'm pushing forward with my own personal issues and they're not effecting me in the ring anymore….so you can bring your middle Eastern stereotype, you can bring your faded stable jumper, and you can bring the wrestling machine, but it won't help. Whether or not my team get behind me and help out is irrelevant. I will play my part, I will tag in and out when needed or wanted, I will attempt to help my partners keep their gold, because that is how I would like to be treated….and you know the saying…
Do unto others…
I won't worry about Rob and Verona going at it, because it is inevitable and it will only serve as a distraction while I try to defend my own belt. Regardless of what happens, my championship is my priority, and I will go down swinging as fast and as hard as possible if that is the case, but trust me, it won't be easy, and it won't be quick….
I will find a way to just survive somehow.
Us Kane's are hard to kill.
Well howdy there pardner.