Post by Warren Kane on Jan 30, 2016 21:32:08 GMT
This world that we live in changes on the tip of a hat. Simple things can throw even the best of plans to the side, and one man can have so much power and control over the masses. No, I’m not talking about the President of the United States of America…..I’m not even talking about the joke that is Donald Trump…
I’m talking about Roberto Verona.
That’s the whole reason behind this, right? This bullshit “Survival of the Fittest”!? Huh? Isn’t it so that he can surround himself with people who will do everything, and anything that he asks….and those that don’t get punished? All in the name of Darwinism, right?
BULLSHIT.
This isn’t about who adapts and who doesn’t. It isn’t about the best rising to the top, while the rest falls away into nothingness. This is about Roberto throwing his weight around, demanding that people act a certain way, trying to turn the whole roster into a bunch of yes men…..and then trying to ruin the careers of those who don’t. People draw a lot of comparisons between me and my old man, but unlike Spike, I stick to my convictions….my word is worth something. So when I say I’m going to have someones back? You can sure as shit bet that I’m going to do exactly that. If Roberto really thinks that taking my title away from me is going to stop me from preventing my friends from getting beat down by a bunch of thugs?
Then he doesn’t know me half as well as he thinks.
Don’t get me wrong, this Invictus Championship means everthing to me - professionally. It is what keeps me going, bringing this championship to the level it deserves to be, to the level I once held it at has been ym primary goal….and I guess if I’ve attracted so much attention from Bertie? Then I’m doing my job right! I’m not like Rob, I won’t threaten my boss with violence….I’m not as blunt as that. I’ll sit here, I’ll work my matches, I’ll keep his filthy fucking pockets lined with cash….and I’ll earn everything ever put in my path to spite him. I’ll climb the ladder….to prove him wrong.
I’d take that Imperial Title, just to show him that he’s wrong…
Adapt or perish?
Survival of the fittest?
Or simply a champion too scared to fight for his legacy?
~~~
I’m talking about Roberto Verona.
That’s the whole reason behind this, right? This bullshit “Survival of the Fittest”!? Huh? Isn’t it so that he can surround himself with people who will do everything, and anything that he asks….and those that don’t get punished? All in the name of Darwinism, right?
BULLSHIT.
This isn’t about who adapts and who doesn’t. It isn’t about the best rising to the top, while the rest falls away into nothingness. This is about Roberto throwing his weight around, demanding that people act a certain way, trying to turn the whole roster into a bunch of yes men…..and then trying to ruin the careers of those who don’t. People draw a lot of comparisons between me and my old man, but unlike Spike, I stick to my convictions….my word is worth something. So when I say I’m going to have someones back? You can sure as shit bet that I’m going to do exactly that. If Roberto really thinks that taking my title away from me is going to stop me from preventing my friends from getting beat down by a bunch of thugs?
Then he doesn’t know me half as well as he thinks.
Don’t get me wrong, this Invictus Championship means everthing to me - professionally. It is what keeps me going, bringing this championship to the level it deserves to be, to the level I once held it at has been ym primary goal….and I guess if I’ve attracted so much attention from Bertie? Then I’m doing my job right! I’m not like Rob, I won’t threaten my boss with violence….I’m not as blunt as that. I’ll sit here, I’ll work my matches, I’ll keep his filthy fucking pockets lined with cash….and I’ll earn everything ever put in my path to spite him. I’ll climb the ladder….to prove him wrong.
I’d take that Imperial Title, just to show him that he’s wrong…
Adapt or perish?
Survival of the fittest?
Or simply a champion too scared to fight for his legacy?
~~~
We open up on some bathroom stall in a restuarant in Los Angeles. Standing in front of the mirror taking deep breaths is Warren Kane. Is dressed in a slim fit expensive looking black suit, with an aqua shirt, and a black tie. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into his appearance, but he seems to be freaking out a little right now. He turns the tap on and runs his hands underneath quickly, collecting a little water and then trying to fix his hair just one last time. Deciding he’d done enough he turned and walked out of the bathroom stall and towards the bar. It’s then that we see Warrens friend Ollie waiting for him at the bar, he turns with a huge smile, dressed similar to Warren but with a maroon shirt instead, the two of them hug each other as they greet.
Ollie: Wow, you’re looking good.
Warren: Could say the same to you. Smart suit.
The two seem a little embarrassed as they eye each other up, before they both let out a little chuckle.
Waitress: Can I seat you guys? Is it just you to or….?
Warren seems a little nervous as the waitress comments, but Ollie intervenes and just nods his head before she shows them over to a nice cosy corner. The two of them sit down, and give their thanks to the waitress before she hands them some menus and walks off to deal with other customers.
Ollie: Are you ok with this?
It takes a second for Warren to answer, but when he does it seems to be with a renewed sense of confidence.
Warren: Of course I am, I’m with you.
Warrens words bring a smile to Ollies face, which in turn makes Warren smile himself. The tension between the two seems palpable but it doesn’t seem off putting or awkward.
Warren: I missed you over christmas y’know.
Ollie: Yeah, I missed you too. The whole thing with my Dad and my Uncle was just messed up, and then y’know...your old man kicking you out…
The mention of Spike seems to sour Warrens mood, but Ollie reaches out and grabs his hand, trying to look right into his eyes.
Ollie: You should have called me. You could have come and stayed with me.
Warren: I didn’t realise our relationship had developed that far…
His words hang in the air for a few moments as Ollies smile grows wider, Warren seems embarrassed by his own words, and tries to avoid the gaze of Ollie.
Ollie: Relationship, huh?
Warren: Well...isn’t that….I mean, didn’t you?
Ollie: It’s exactly what I wanted. I just didn’t think you were ready, but I’m here for you Warren, I always have been, and I always will be….
Just at that moment the waitress comes back over with a pen and a pad, she sets her hip to the side and eyes them up, smirking as she does so.
Waitress: Can I get you two love birds your meals?
Warren looks at her, and then at Ollie and notices that he is beaming from ear to ear, and with a smile of his own he turns to the waitress and begins to give her his order, all the time not noticing that he and Ollie were still holding hands. As she takes Ollies order, he looks down at the hands and smiles to himself, before looking back up at Ollie, his friend…..no, his boyfriend, and looking into those beautiful smiling eyes.
Warren: I’m so glad I found you.
And with that we fade away on the couple enjoying their rare night together, lost in the crowd, without anyone paying them much attention, safe in the company of each other.
~~~
I do not like this match Not one single bit, I just want to get that out there I don’t want to be the person responsible for Andrew Jacobsen being without a job…. I don’t mean to be presumptuous, nothing or the sort….but trust me, being unemployed over losing this championship? It’s not even remotely as bad as losing this belt would be to me in the first place.
I am the Invictus Division.
I live and breath for this company. I’ve fought every comer, and I’ve never turned down a challenge or a competitor along the way. I towed the company line, I did what was required to get my ass on television, and show the world what I was capable of….and not a single person cared. Not a single person backstage gave two fucks about me, all they saw was my old man….all they saw was HIS legacy. They looked right through me.
All except Rob Diamond.
He is the only person who treated me like a person, who spoke to me like I existed, rather than being an extension of someone else. He saw who I was, and helped me build myself up, my confidence, my pride….if anything, he is the reason I’ve become the strong champion that I am today. So when Roberto turned his attention to him? I stood by him, I stuck by the man who helped make me who I am, helped me gain the respect of people on this roster, of fans worldwide, of people like Nighthawk, and Andrew Jacob…
And now Andrew Jacobsen is suffering for my mistake.
I’m sorry Andrew, I really am. I never, ever, would have wanted this for either of us. You and I locking up for the Invictus Championship? Surely it’s a wrestling fans dream match. We could steal the show on litrally any card….but with this stipulation hanging over us? It tarnishes everything…..I don’t care what anybody says….do you really want to be responsible for putting me out of a job? For upending my career so short in its life? For being the sole reason why Roberto Verona doesn’t have to deal with consequences?
I sure as shit know it’s weighing heavy on my conscience.
The thing is though Andrew? I can’t change anything from my couch. I can’t route out the corruption and try and bring IWF’s fair playing field back….unless I’m here, doing it week after week, night after night. Not that I don’t think you’d be a fitting Invictus Champion, I think you’d be a credit to the championship….I think you have the ability, and knowledge to push on from what I’ve begun. The only downside is, it can only be one of us Andrew, and as much as it pains me to be the one who delivers your pink slip? You’ve had a chance, you’ve had a career, you’ve had the time to make your mistakes and learn from them….you’ve had your shot at the big time…
I’m still on my way.
I’m still climbing the ranks, making waves, making headlines, making friends, enemies, and mistakes. This match is proof of it. So whilst I respect you Andrew, I respect everything you have done leading up to this match, and the fact you beat Connor and Nighthawk to get the match? It’s outstanding it really is….but it isn’t enough. We’re playing in the big boy leagues now, and with my title on the line it’d be a no brainer...the only thing that gives me pause is costing you your job….but I have full faith you’ll find employment elsewhere, after all you’ve got a multi-fed career, whereas I am IWF born and bred.
I’m destined to be here.
I’m destined to be the greatest ever.
I’m sorry that you have to fall for that reason.
I do not like this match Not one single bit, I just want to get that out there I don’t want to be the person responsible for Andrew Jacobsen being without a job…. I don’t mean to be presumptuous, nothing or the sort….but trust me, being unemployed over losing this championship? It’s not even remotely as bad as losing this belt would be to me in the first place.
I am the Invictus Division.
I live and breath for this company. I’ve fought every comer, and I’ve never turned down a challenge or a competitor along the way. I towed the company line, I did what was required to get my ass on television, and show the world what I was capable of….and not a single person cared. Not a single person backstage gave two fucks about me, all they saw was my old man….all they saw was HIS legacy. They looked right through me.
All except Rob Diamond.
He is the only person who treated me like a person, who spoke to me like I existed, rather than being an extension of someone else. He saw who I was, and helped me build myself up, my confidence, my pride….if anything, he is the reason I’ve become the strong champion that I am today. So when Roberto turned his attention to him? I stood by him, I stuck by the man who helped make me who I am, helped me gain the respect of people on this roster, of fans worldwide, of people like Nighthawk, and Andrew Jacob…
And now Andrew Jacobsen is suffering for my mistake.
I’m sorry Andrew, I really am. I never, ever, would have wanted this for either of us. You and I locking up for the Invictus Championship? Surely it’s a wrestling fans dream match. We could steal the show on litrally any card….but with this stipulation hanging over us? It tarnishes everything…..I don’t care what anybody says….do you really want to be responsible for putting me out of a job? For upending my career so short in its life? For being the sole reason why Roberto Verona doesn’t have to deal with consequences?
I sure as shit know it’s weighing heavy on my conscience.
The thing is though Andrew? I can’t change anything from my couch. I can’t route out the corruption and try and bring IWF’s fair playing field back….unless I’m here, doing it week after week, night after night. Not that I don’t think you’d be a fitting Invictus Champion, I think you’d be a credit to the championship….I think you have the ability, and knowledge to push on from what I’ve begun. The only downside is, it can only be one of us Andrew, and as much as it pains me to be the one who delivers your pink slip? You’ve had a chance, you’ve had a career, you’ve had the time to make your mistakes and learn from them….you’ve had your shot at the big time…
I’m still on my way.
I’m still climbing the ranks, making waves, making headlines, making friends, enemies, and mistakes. This match is proof of it. So whilst I respect you Andrew, I respect everything you have done leading up to this match, and the fact you beat Connor and Nighthawk to get the match? It’s outstanding it really is….but it isn’t enough. We’re playing in the big boy leagues now, and with my title on the line it’d be a no brainer...the only thing that gives me pause is costing you your job….but I have full faith you’ll find employment elsewhere, after all you’ve got a multi-fed career, whereas I am IWF born and bred.
I’m destined to be here.
I’m destined to be the greatest ever.
I’m sorry that you have to fall for that reason.
Well howdy there pardner.