Post by Warren Kane on Mar 21, 2016 20:05:06 GMT
I can’t begin to tell you how much the Roulette is on my mind. How much walking out there and fighting off every other member of the IWF roster, just to get a shot at Roberto Verona and the IWF Imperial Championship, really means?
Roberto took my belt away from me.
So I want to take his from him.
Now, some might call me petty, some might warn me that when on a quest for revenge I should dig two graves and blah bah, yadda yadda…..but it won’t deter me. It won’t take my eyes off the prize, and my single minded goal to walk out of High Stakes the 2016 Roulette winner. Walking out with an Imperial Championship shot at the biggest night in the history of this company?
Night of the Immortals.
Truly, a night to remember.
I don’t know about anyone else, but this chance is a once in a lifetime kind of deal. No I don’t mean winning the roulette itself, I’m not stupid, I’m aware it happens every year. No, I mean Roberto actually being forced to give us a chance to fight, to earn the chance to get in that ring and air our grievances with nobody to get in between us.
I’m coming for the Roulette.
And I’m coming for you Verona.
~~~
Roberto took my belt away from me.
So I want to take his from him.
Now, some might call me petty, some might warn me that when on a quest for revenge I should dig two graves and blah bah, yadda yadda…..but it won’t deter me. It won’t take my eyes off the prize, and my single minded goal to walk out of High Stakes the 2016 Roulette winner. Walking out with an Imperial Championship shot at the biggest night in the history of this company?
Night of the Immortals.
Truly, a night to remember.
I don’t know about anyone else, but this chance is a once in a lifetime kind of deal. No I don’t mean winning the roulette itself, I’m not stupid, I’m aware it happens every year. No, I mean Roberto actually being forced to give us a chance to fight, to earn the chance to get in that ring and air our grievances with nobody to get in between us.
I’m coming for the Roulette.
And I’m coming for you Verona.
~~~
We open up backstage at an IWF live event. There are people milling about doing their jobs to ensure the smooth running of the show, and every now and then a member of the talent walks past, either preparing for an upcoming match, segment, or interview, or having just finished one. It’s at this moment that we see Warren Kane, dressed in his ring gear running down the corridor, almost sprinting towards a casually dressed Rob Diamond.
Warren: Rob! ROB! ROB!!!
Diamond stops walking and looking down at his phone to look up at Warren who slows down as he reaches him. Kane takes a second to catch his breath, as his face seems to contort into pain.
Warren: Rob, I’m so sorry. I’m so god damn sorry.
The outburst doesn’t seem to make much sense, and Rob seems a little taken aback. He holds his hands up, as if trying to calm Warren down.
Warren: I should have been there Rob. I should have been the one looking after Hope, and then none of this would have happ-
With one finger raised Rob cuts Warren off right away, he doesn’t let the younger man get into the details, instead he cuts him off before he starts blubbering all over the corridor.
Rob: Look man, I appreciate how you feel. I also know that you would do anything for me, especially when Hope is concerned…..but she isn’t your concern. She’s mine. I should have been there, not you, not my mom….ME. I’ve gotta live with that, and I don’t want you to have to have that on your shoulders. You’re my brother man, and I know you’d never do anything to endanger my daughter….I also know you’d do anything to help me get her back.
Tears are starting to well up in Warrens eyes, but Rob grabs his arm and pulls him in for a quick hug, patting him on the back. Rob is certainly taking everything a lot better than Warren is, and it’s pretty easy to show.
Rob: Listen dude, we’ve got a hell of a week ahead of us. I’ve got so much going on, and all in the back of my mind I’ve got the Roulette hanging over me….I know you’re in it too…
Now the two of them seem to be staring right into each others eyes, the tension in the air begins to rise.
Rob: I know you want to win….and I promise you this, right now. I’m not going to be a dick, I’m not going to stab you in the back, but if it comes down to you and me? I’m throwing your ass over the top rope.
Warren: I wouldn’t expect anything less man….but I hope you know the feeling is mutual, right? I mean, I’m all InFamous and everything, but when we reach the end? We do it the right way….
The two smile at each other now, the tension all but gone, two competitors, two top level athletes laying it out there for all to see.
Warren: If I don’t see you before Sunday….call me, keep me updated.
Rob: You know it brother…
Just like that Warren turns to walk away, but the camera lingers on Rob who just seems to wobble a little under the weight of everything coming down on him, before he goes back to checking his phone.
~~~
Everyone wants to win this. Everyone wants to be “the man” but let’s be honest, not all of us are cut out for it. Not all of us are what they call “main event material” We’ve seen it here in IWF itself, people have come, and crumbled under the pressure, just look at our inaugural champion, Joe Everyman, and the guy who took his place? ...yeah he bolted too.
Some people just can’t handle the pressure.
I’ve had pressure on my back from the moment I walked into this company. All eyes were on me, as they saw this new protege of Spike’s and they either wanted to see me do well, or they waited with baited breath for me to fail, but I didn’t did I? I mean, I fucking soared, and took this company by storm. Nobody expected out of me what they got, and that feeling? That is the best natural high you can ever experience. Naturally, it couldn’t last….it got to me, I found out things about my mom and dad, and it just derailed everything…
But I got back up.
And I came back swinging.
I took on everyone who stepped in front of me, anyone who threw down a challenge, or anyone who accepted one. I never backed down, and it’s been a testament to my character from day one. Roberto threw obstacles in my path, and I stood my ground. He MADE me end the character of Andrew Jacobsen, but I still stood my ground, I still stood for what the people, what the Undead Army wanted, what they felt. I had a right to stake my claim as a champion, and defend the belt that I earned, that I raised so high in the esteem of this company, and my peers…
Now look at it.
All but discarded, by a coward who can’t take a man half his size on, face to face.
Hakuna Matata though, right?
I mean, I’m not looking backwards. I could try and reclaim it if I wanted. I could outright challenge Cyrus, or I could jump him anywhere in the world, but I finally believe that the Invictus title is beneath me….and I mean no disrespect to that championship, I just believe that I am destined for greater things. No longer will I take a backseat and watch as others stake their claim. I mean, I stepped back and let Rob swing at you, I watched as you toyed with him, tried to defend him, and you toyed with me too….so if anything?
I think I’ve earned this,
So I’m not going to stand here and tell you that I’m going to win, I’m not going to tell the world that I’m better than Rob, that I’m better than Laszlo, or Ace, or Spike, or Alex….or even Gaither. No, I’m not that egotistical, I’m simply going to go out there and try my fucking hardest. I’m going to continue doing what I’ve been doing since day one. I’m going to give everything I have, ride of the wave of adrenaline that the Undead Army feed me….and try to be the best that I can be...and maybe, just maybe..
The little engine that could, can pull out the biggest victory of his career.
And lock sights on Roberto and the Imperial Championship.
Everyone wants to win this. Everyone wants to be “the man” but let’s be honest, not all of us are cut out for it. Not all of us are what they call “main event material” We’ve seen it here in IWF itself, people have come, and crumbled under the pressure, just look at our inaugural champion, Joe Everyman, and the guy who took his place? ...yeah he bolted too.
Some people just can’t handle the pressure.
I’ve had pressure on my back from the moment I walked into this company. All eyes were on me, as they saw this new protege of Spike’s and they either wanted to see me do well, or they waited with baited breath for me to fail, but I didn’t did I? I mean, I fucking soared, and took this company by storm. Nobody expected out of me what they got, and that feeling? That is the best natural high you can ever experience. Naturally, it couldn’t last….it got to me, I found out things about my mom and dad, and it just derailed everything…
But I got back up.
And I came back swinging.
I took on everyone who stepped in front of me, anyone who threw down a challenge, or anyone who accepted one. I never backed down, and it’s been a testament to my character from day one. Roberto threw obstacles in my path, and I stood my ground. He MADE me end the character of Andrew Jacobsen, but I still stood my ground, I still stood for what the people, what the Undead Army wanted, what they felt. I had a right to stake my claim as a champion, and defend the belt that I earned, that I raised so high in the esteem of this company, and my peers…
Now look at it.
All but discarded, by a coward who can’t take a man half his size on, face to face.
Hakuna Matata though, right?
I mean, I’m not looking backwards. I could try and reclaim it if I wanted. I could outright challenge Cyrus, or I could jump him anywhere in the world, but I finally believe that the Invictus title is beneath me….and I mean no disrespect to that championship, I just believe that I am destined for greater things. No longer will I take a backseat and watch as others stake their claim. I mean, I stepped back and let Rob swing at you, I watched as you toyed with him, tried to defend him, and you toyed with me too….so if anything?
I think I’ve earned this,
So I’m not going to stand here and tell you that I’m going to win, I’m not going to tell the world that I’m better than Rob, that I’m better than Laszlo, or Ace, or Spike, or Alex….or even Gaither. No, I’m not that egotistical, I’m simply going to go out there and try my fucking hardest. I’m going to continue doing what I’ve been doing since day one. I’m going to give everything I have, ride of the wave of adrenaline that the Undead Army feed me….and try to be the best that I can be...and maybe, just maybe..
The little engine that could, can pull out the biggest victory of his career.
And lock sights on Roberto and the Imperial Championship.
Well howdy there pardner.