Post by Ghost Spike on Feb 28, 2016 21:09:06 GMT
I'm glad I finally got your attention Jack. I mean it took a lot for me to get you to agree to this rematch, for the chance to avenge the victory you stole from me. As much as you insult every single person who has helped you in some way, shale, or form, like you do Warren? He gave you a victory over a hall of famer, over a bona fide legend….
And all you've done is bitch and moan.
Jake Keeton got a victory over me, and you know what he did? He used it as a catapult to springboard his career, kick-start his IWF leg and try and make something of himself. Now, that is evidence of his experience, evidence of his respect, and pretty much why he's held in such a higher regard than you ever will be. Now, our mutual dislike of Keeton aside, we couldn't be any more different if we tried. You stand there and claim how you didn't want the victory the way you got it, you complain, loudly mind. Yet, you never do anything about it. You never think to yourself, “hey, I am not happy with that victory. Maybe I should have another match to prove to myself I can bear Spike?”
No, because behind your bravado, you're a coward.
You'll call me one, but I challenged you to your face. You refused me, so I pushed harder, and harder still. Yet you wouldn't budge, you just didn't have the balls to give me a rematch. You knew that you wouldn't be able to get it done on your own. You know deep down that the hollow victory over me is all you'll ever have…..but that being a fact, isn't good enough for me. I wanted my rematch, so I went after the only person Jack Gaither cares about, after himself of course….
Good old Fiona McFakeIrish.
The little bint you've been carrying around like some kind of trophy. Oh, look at her! She's Irish! Isn't that funny!? Isn't it cute? Aren't all of her completely incorrect and stupid references to her culture and people funny?
No.
You fuck wit.
>>I<< am Irish.
>>I<< am from Belfast.
If I laid my hands on a single woman from Belfast? They'd never let me forget it, never let me live it down, and theyd try to kick my ass at every chance they got. But what does your little loser machine do? She forgives me….
BWUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Ohmygod.
That's the funniest shit I've ever heard.
How can I be expected to take Jack Gaither as a threat going into a Last Man Standing match when the woman he's supposed to be getting revenge for, doesn't even want it? She isn't even pissed. Not gonna sue, not gonna call the cops, not gonna complain to Roberto? Because….deep down inside….
She gets me.
*vomit*
Bullshit.
You're little bit on the side is as much of a joke as you are Jack. Maybe I dropped her on her head a little too hard, because she ain't talking sense, but then she never does. It's a running theme with you two. The fact of the matter is though, I pushed your buttons, I got what I wanted, and you being the ever idiotic numbnuts that you are, you gave me a free pass. I don't have to just make you submit, or just score a pinfall….
I get to beat the shit out of you. Until you can't stand anymore.
It's like Christmas come early!
~~~
And all you've done is bitch and moan.
Jake Keeton got a victory over me, and you know what he did? He used it as a catapult to springboard his career, kick-start his IWF leg and try and make something of himself. Now, that is evidence of his experience, evidence of his respect, and pretty much why he's held in such a higher regard than you ever will be. Now, our mutual dislike of Keeton aside, we couldn't be any more different if we tried. You stand there and claim how you didn't want the victory the way you got it, you complain, loudly mind. Yet, you never do anything about it. You never think to yourself, “hey, I am not happy with that victory. Maybe I should have another match to prove to myself I can bear Spike?”
No, because behind your bravado, you're a coward.
You'll call me one, but I challenged you to your face. You refused me, so I pushed harder, and harder still. Yet you wouldn't budge, you just didn't have the balls to give me a rematch. You knew that you wouldn't be able to get it done on your own. You know deep down that the hollow victory over me is all you'll ever have…..but that being a fact, isn't good enough for me. I wanted my rematch, so I went after the only person Jack Gaither cares about, after himself of course….
Good old Fiona McFakeIrish.
The little bint you've been carrying around like some kind of trophy. Oh, look at her! She's Irish! Isn't that funny!? Isn't it cute? Aren't all of her completely incorrect and stupid references to her culture and people funny?
No.
You fuck wit.
>>I<< am Irish.
>>I<< am from Belfast.
If I laid my hands on a single woman from Belfast? They'd never let me forget it, never let me live it down, and theyd try to kick my ass at every chance they got. But what does your little loser machine do? She forgives me….
BWUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Ohmygod.
That's the funniest shit I've ever heard.
How can I be expected to take Jack Gaither as a threat going into a Last Man Standing match when the woman he's supposed to be getting revenge for, doesn't even want it? She isn't even pissed. Not gonna sue, not gonna call the cops, not gonna complain to Roberto? Because….deep down inside….
She gets me.
*vomit*
Bullshit.
You're little bit on the side is as much of a joke as you are Jack. Maybe I dropped her on her head a little too hard, because she ain't talking sense, but then she never does. It's a running theme with you two. The fact of the matter is though, I pushed your buttons, I got what I wanted, and you being the ever idiotic numbnuts that you are, you gave me a free pass. I don't have to just make you submit, or just score a pinfall….
I get to beat the shit out of you. Until you can't stand anymore.
It's like Christmas come early!
~~~
“You'd think losing to Jake Keeton, as well as Jack Gaither would be the lowest point for me….”
On those words we open up on some dive bar. Besides it being somewhere in America, there's nothing obvious about where the place is. It is dark, it is dirty, and it is pretty busy. Sitting on a bar stool at one end of the bar itself sits Spike Kane. He's wearing a plain black hooded jacket, and a red and white trucker hat. Incognito, to some extent, despite talking about his job.
Spike: But nope!
He raises his shot glass as he emphasises the P sound. Downing the shot, he nods for the bartender to fill it back up.
Spike: I have to tune in to see one of my all time mortal enemies having the kind of my moment with my son….my blood, the kind of moment, that I just can't….
He's more talking to himself than to the bartender who doesn't look too happy about the discussion in the first place. He pours Spike another drink, but Spike grabs his hand to stop him, and reaches for he bottle itself, sliding cash across the bar as he does so. The bartender shrugs his shoulders, picking up the note and leaving Spike with the bottle. Spike doesn't even bother pouring it, he simply drinks from the bottle and continues to talk out loud.
Spike: Thirteen God forsaken hears I've been back and forth with him, hurting him in ways nobody else could. Hurting those close to him, doing everything I could to mould him in my image….and the son of a bitch always fought back, always defiant….til the bitter end…
Spike doesn't realise that nobody is paying him any attention. To most, he's just a rambling drunk bitching about his problems, so why would they even bother.
Spike: Then he manages to stab me in the heart in a way I never thought he could. Jake…. I thought we were done. I thought it was over, but you crossed a line….my son Jake. ….my son.
He pauses for a moment as he stares into the bottle, really trying to think about his own words. The impact that words can have.
Spike: I guess I deserve it. Christ, lord knows I deserve much worse. I've lost it all man. One kid in the dirt, one kid taken from me, and one who I just can't get through to….don't even get me started on the women. It's no wonder anyone ever stays with me. No wonder after the things I've done….the things I do. Kathy….Fiona….I know I'm going to hell.
He pauses mid rant to take a huge swig of the whiskey, the alcohol barely has an effect on his throat, he's far too used to it now.
Spike: I have nothing outside of my career, so I go full tilt. I go at full steam, dead ahead. I may not have love, from a partner, or my family…..but I'll be remembered. I'm adored around the world….is that enough? It has to be…
Spike now climbs to his feet, stumbling a little as he does so. He grabs the bottle to take it with him, and for the briefest of moments the bartender looks like he's going to argue with him, but he just lets him go. Spike makes his way through the bar, bumping into people, and just mumbling to.himself before he catches his reflection before leaving the bar.
Spike: I don't have anything else….
And with a hate filled glare back at himself, Spike throws the bottle at the mirror. The crowd in the bar goes quiet, nobody says a word. Spike holds a hand up, almost as if to say “my bad” before he pulls more money out of his wallet and leaves it on a table next to the door, before walking out into the cold, dark, night.
~~~
I could take the easy way out y’know? Sit at home and live off of my legacy? Just let the royalty cheques come flying in, maybe even do a convention appearance every now and then. It's the itch, I can't ignore it. The desire to be out there in front of thousands of people either screaming for my blood, or screaming for me to draw some blood. My career has seen longevity the likes of which has never been seen. Oh yeah, Keeton has been around d for twenty years, but he's probably spent at least ten of them on the sidelines. Not me, I adapt, I evolve. I continue to grow my legacy, and nobody….not a single soul in this company can compete…
Not Alex Jones.
Not Mike Laszlo.
Not Renee Pleasant.
Not Angel Blake.
Not Roberto Verona.
And most certainly of all, not you Jack. You don't even come close to being in this list. It's a list of people who have had success here in IWF. A list of people who, where I bot around? Would be the biggest names in the company…..but I am around, and they're not.
I am.
I could talk all day about how my career eclipses you, and trust me….I really could do that. The thing is, nobody cares. Nobody cares what I've done - unless it was in an IWF ring. The same applies to you Jack, nobody gives a shit about whatever bullshit you got into in PWA. All the “people” care about, is what you've done for them, here, in IWF. So regal me with the tales of Jack Gaither, please, tell me what makes you so worthy of being on this roster. Is it your Invictus title reign? Officially the shortest title reign in the history of the company? Was it your legendary feud with….erm….wait…
It'll come to me, I swear.
Nope…
Not coming.
Oh, it's because YOU’VE DONE NOTHING OF NOTE!
You've brought up my reign in the past, about how I hid behind my Empire, but the way you talk about it is just proof of your disconnect between being on this side of the camera, and the other. I never, ever, backed down from a challenge. Unlike you. I faced everyone who stepped up, like a true leader, like an Emperor would. I ruled IWF, and I cemented my legacy within this company and will forever be remembered by the fans, and the company historians. I'll be remembered as the first reliable Imperial champion, as the face of the company, as the guy who held this company up on his shoulders.
Oh that might piss off the likes of Alex, or maybe even Jess and Ana, but the truth is the truth.
Joe Everyman fucked this company over.
Lex Sense fucked this company over.
Had I not stepped in? There wouldn't have been an IWF for Ana and Jess to have such a groundbreaking feud, and stellar matches. There wouldn't have been a place for Alex Jones to whore out his wife to two different men, just so he could drop a pipebomb on television and try and make an impact…..I carried the weight, and I fucking relished it!
There is a reason I was the first inductee to the IWF Hall of Fame, Jack….
Maybe it's time you realised that? Maybe it is time you realised what your place was in this company. You have it in your head that you belong in the marquee matches, that you are some kind of main event talent, but the truth is much colder than that. You're mid-card at best Jack, and your refusal to accept that is why so many people have such a problem with you. It's why half of the time the fans don't give a shit about you. See, instead of refusing to accept that fate and working harder to break through the glass ceiling, you just ignore everything that is going on around you. You ignore the facts people send your way, you don't oay attention to the goings on of the federation around you. Quite frankly, if it doesn't involve Jack and FiFi, you don't have a clue, and even then….it's a stretch.
You are a never was Jack. You're going to be an obscure answer to a trivia question ten years from now, maybe even sooner if I have my way. I just….I really don't think you know who you are stepping into the ring with at Danger Zone. I'm not going to be all sportsmanlike, I'm not going to shake your hand, I'm not going to promise a five star match…..all I'm going to promise you, is a fight for your life. The most violent, and brutal match you've ever been in. You see, in some way, I am IWF’s saviour. I rid us of the plague that was Mohammed Ali Thank, and now I'll trim the fat and get rid of the dead weight that is you, Jack.
Adapt or perish.
A simple premise, a battlecry, but what did you take away from it?
Ooh I better do some hippie dippie soul searching and not actually change anything about myself, or the way I am in the ring. You are more than content to sit where you are, and rot away. Yeah, perhaps it's because you feel like you're better than you actually are, perhaps it's because you think you're higher up in the company than you really are, or perhaps….just maybe, it's because you think that you worked much harder than your opponent, so you're owed something?
The truth of the matter is IWF doesn't owe you shit, and come Danger Zone, when I do my best to end your career…..when I leave you with the brain damage that Fiona has obviously suffered, to still be with you….maybe then you'll finally stop, and realise. You aren't cut out for IWF. You never were. We don't pander to bitches, we don't bend over for cry babies, and most certain of all….. we don't take sub par talent and push them up the card. Only the best make it here Jack, that's why I'm at the top of the mountain, and you?
You at the bottom.
Staring up.
Wishing you were me.
Sucks to be you Jack, because no matter how hard you wish, it'll never come true, and I'm going to go out of my way to break whatever I can come Sunday. I'm going to do my upmost to ensure that the IWF audience never has to hear your whiny little voice, ever again…..it's gonna happen Jack, one way, or another.
You'll look up at me, barely able to move.
And you.
Will.
Hail to the King.
I could take the easy way out y’know? Sit at home and live off of my legacy? Just let the royalty cheques come flying in, maybe even do a convention appearance every now and then. It's the itch, I can't ignore it. The desire to be out there in front of thousands of people either screaming for my blood, or screaming for me to draw some blood. My career has seen longevity the likes of which has never been seen. Oh yeah, Keeton has been around d for twenty years, but he's probably spent at least ten of them on the sidelines. Not me, I adapt, I evolve. I continue to grow my legacy, and nobody….not a single soul in this company can compete…
Not Alex Jones.
Not Mike Laszlo.
Not Renee Pleasant.
Not Angel Blake.
Not Roberto Verona.
And most certainly of all, not you Jack. You don't even come close to being in this list. It's a list of people who have had success here in IWF. A list of people who, where I bot around? Would be the biggest names in the company…..but I am around, and they're not.
I am.
I could talk all day about how my career eclipses you, and trust me….I really could do that. The thing is, nobody cares. Nobody cares what I've done - unless it was in an IWF ring. The same applies to you Jack, nobody gives a shit about whatever bullshit you got into in PWA. All the “people” care about, is what you've done for them, here, in IWF. So regal me with the tales of Jack Gaither, please, tell me what makes you so worthy of being on this roster. Is it your Invictus title reign? Officially the shortest title reign in the history of the company? Was it your legendary feud with….erm….wait…
It'll come to me, I swear.
Nope…
Not coming.
Oh, it's because YOU’VE DONE NOTHING OF NOTE!
You've brought up my reign in the past, about how I hid behind my Empire, but the way you talk about it is just proof of your disconnect between being on this side of the camera, and the other. I never, ever, backed down from a challenge. Unlike you. I faced everyone who stepped up, like a true leader, like an Emperor would. I ruled IWF, and I cemented my legacy within this company and will forever be remembered by the fans, and the company historians. I'll be remembered as the first reliable Imperial champion, as the face of the company, as the guy who held this company up on his shoulders.
Oh that might piss off the likes of Alex, or maybe even Jess and Ana, but the truth is the truth.
Joe Everyman fucked this company over.
Lex Sense fucked this company over.
Had I not stepped in? There wouldn't have been an IWF for Ana and Jess to have such a groundbreaking feud, and stellar matches. There wouldn't have been a place for Alex Jones to whore out his wife to two different men, just so he could drop a pipebomb on television and try and make an impact…..I carried the weight, and I fucking relished it!
There is a reason I was the first inductee to the IWF Hall of Fame, Jack….
Maybe it's time you realised that? Maybe it is time you realised what your place was in this company. You have it in your head that you belong in the marquee matches, that you are some kind of main event talent, but the truth is much colder than that. You're mid-card at best Jack, and your refusal to accept that is why so many people have such a problem with you. It's why half of the time the fans don't give a shit about you. See, instead of refusing to accept that fate and working harder to break through the glass ceiling, you just ignore everything that is going on around you. You ignore the facts people send your way, you don't oay attention to the goings on of the federation around you. Quite frankly, if it doesn't involve Jack and FiFi, you don't have a clue, and even then….it's a stretch.
You are a never was Jack. You're going to be an obscure answer to a trivia question ten years from now, maybe even sooner if I have my way. I just….I really don't think you know who you are stepping into the ring with at Danger Zone. I'm not going to be all sportsmanlike, I'm not going to shake your hand, I'm not going to promise a five star match…..all I'm going to promise you, is a fight for your life. The most violent, and brutal match you've ever been in. You see, in some way, I am IWF’s saviour. I rid us of the plague that was Mohammed Ali Thank, and now I'll trim the fat and get rid of the dead weight that is you, Jack.
Adapt or perish.
A simple premise, a battlecry, but what did you take away from it?
Ooh I better do some hippie dippie soul searching and not actually change anything about myself, or the way I am in the ring. You are more than content to sit where you are, and rot away. Yeah, perhaps it's because you feel like you're better than you actually are, perhaps it's because you think you're higher up in the company than you really are, or perhaps….just maybe, it's because you think that you worked much harder than your opponent, so you're owed something?
The truth of the matter is IWF doesn't owe you shit, and come Danger Zone, when I do my best to end your career…..when I leave you with the brain damage that Fiona has obviously suffered, to still be with you….maybe then you'll finally stop, and realise. You aren't cut out for IWF. You never were. We don't pander to bitches, we don't bend over for cry babies, and most certain of all….. we don't take sub par talent and push them up the card. Only the best make it here Jack, that's why I'm at the top of the mountain, and you?
You at the bottom.
Staring up.
Wishing you were me.
Sucks to be you Jack, because no matter how hard you wish, it'll never come true, and I'm going to go out of my way to break whatever I can come Sunday. I'm going to do my upmost to ensure that the IWF audience never has to hear your whiny little voice, ever again…..it's gonna happen Jack, one way, or another.
You'll look up at me, barely able to move.
And you.
Will.
Hail to the King.
Well howdy there pardner.