Post by Warren Kane on Mar 26, 2016 21:28:16 GMT
The landscape of IWF has changed a lot recently, it does that on a regular basis in all honesty. The layout of IWF right now, is nothing like when I first opened its doors. Wrestlers have come and gone, champions have come and gone. We’ve had people flake out and drop the ball, but we’ve also had people who have raised the bar and done impressive things. Sometimes, I get the glimmer of hope that I’m counted in the former and not the latter. I don’t want to be a flake, I don’t want to be considered some kind of failure.
I want to matter.
I want to be remembered with fondness, when people look back at my career, at what I did here in IWF….I want to be remembered with reverence, with a smile. The guy who gave his all, who went out there and tried to put on the best match he possibly could, just because he could. For the fans, for the business….nothing more, nothing less.
I just want to be remembered.
Is that too much to ask? I’m tired of being treated like a rookie. I’m tired of being looked down upon, just because my last name happens to be Kane. My family has had some flops, sure...there’s Christian, and Jake….but on the flipside, there is Freya, and Brad, even my cousin Christopher. Not to mention the old man, who...no matter how much I hate his guts, is arguably one of the best around. It’s a lot to live up to, yet nobody expects me to. Or at least that is what they say to my face. “WE don’t expect another Spike” yet they turn around and do exactly that.
But I’m not Spike Kane.
And I never will be.
I’m walking my own path, carving my own legacy. It began when I walked into this company, and it doesn’t matter whether my surname is Kane or whether it is Kidd. I am my own man, I’ve fought my own battles, weathered my own storms, and paid my dues. Now it is time for me to reap the rewards of keeping my head down, and working hard. It’s time for me to truly break through that ceiling and become a household name.
It’s time for me to win the big one.
I want to matter.
I want to be remembered with fondness, when people look back at my career, at what I did here in IWF….I want to be remembered with reverence, with a smile. The guy who gave his all, who went out there and tried to put on the best match he possibly could, just because he could. For the fans, for the business….nothing more, nothing less.
I just want to be remembered.
Is that too much to ask? I’m tired of being treated like a rookie. I’m tired of being looked down upon, just because my last name happens to be Kane. My family has had some flops, sure...there’s Christian, and Jake….but on the flipside, there is Freya, and Brad, even my cousin Christopher. Not to mention the old man, who...no matter how much I hate his guts, is arguably one of the best around. It’s a lot to live up to, yet nobody expects me to. Or at least that is what they say to my face. “WE don’t expect another Spike” yet they turn around and do exactly that.
But I’m not Spike Kane.
And I never will be.
I’m walking my own path, carving my own legacy. It began when I walked into this company, and it doesn’t matter whether my surname is Kane or whether it is Kidd. I am my own man, I’ve fought my own battles, weathered my own storms, and paid my dues. Now it is time for me to reap the rewards of keeping my head down, and working hard. It’s time for me to truly break through that ceiling and become a household name.
It’s time for me to win the big one.
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We open up on a hotel room where Warren Kane is sitting cross legged on the bed watching a tape of last years Roulette match. He’s wearing training shorts and an IWF vest top and smoking his vape. Just as he lets out a huge cloud of smoke the door bursts open with a bang, and Ollie storms into the room, a look of sheer rage on his face.
Warren: Hey...what!? What’s up?
Ollie turns to look at Warren, his face is scrunched up with anger as he looks at his boyfriend. His eyes almost seem to be tinged with tears as he all but scowls at Warren.
Ollie: You’re fucking dad! That’s what is up!
With a grunt he throws his bag on the floor, and kicks one of the chairs near him. He turns to slams his arms into the wall and begins to break down. He leans into the wall and starts crying.
Ollie: You’re bastard of a dad cut me! He kicked me out! I’m finished….my career is over…
The words barely leave his mouth before Warren is on his feet, rushing to comfort Ollie, but Ollie doesn’t want any of it. He pushes Warren back.
Ollie: I knew, you know? I knew getting involved with you wasn’t good for me. I knew that somehow, some way it would come back to bite me in the ass. I just never thought your dickhead of a dad would be so spiteful….
Warren is trying to form words, trying to find something to say to Ollie, to calm him down, to try and fix things, but they just don’t come. He holds his hands up, and outwards as he slowly approaches Ollie.
Warren: Ollie...look. I’m sure we can work something out. I mean, you’re probably the best they had there, if Adam or Gib put a good word in for you, maybe Verona will override Spike?
Ollie turns to look at Warren now, his face turning red, tears streaming down his face, and even a snot bubble forming at the edge of his nose. He let’s out a slight laugh, as if he can’t believe what Warren is saying.
Ollie: Oh really? Because Verona is such a big fucking fan of yours right?
Warren: Come on...I didn’t do-
Ollie: You did everything Warren! You made enemies in this business, and now I’m the one suffering, just because I was stupid enough to fall in love with you! I should have known! I should have listened to the stories, I mean who is stupid enough to want to be with a Kane, right? RIGHT!?
Tears are now starting to form at the corner of Warrens eyes as he just stands there and takes the hits from Ollie. He knows that it’s his fault, and the feeling in his stomach churns and hurts almost as much as the words coming from his love.
Ollie: I can’t do this Warren…..I can’t. Being with you? It’s ended my career, and I’m not sure I’m willing to sacrifice that. What, I get some shitty day job while you get to live your dream? OUR dream? No….just no….I’m done Warren….
The two of them stop, and make real eye contact for the first time and the tension in the air could be cut with a spoon it is so thick. Ollie picks up his back as tears fall down his face. Warren reaches out to him, but Ollie pulls away, before he heads out of the door. Warren doesn’t know how to react. He just drops to a sitting position on the bed and weeps for a moment, before he grabs his pillow and lets out a huge scream into it.
Warren: …..you son of a bitch Spike….you son of a bitch…
He gets up, his face almost stone now, and closes the door. With a scowl on his face he turns to look at the tv and continues to watch the roulette, but he doesn’t sit down, or get comfortable, he just stands there.
~~~
I think people are starting to realise what a big deal the Roulette really is. It’s been a sort of...sleeper hit amongst the roster. Only now, people are starting to hype themselves up, they’re starting to feed into it….they stand a chance. Anyone can win this, anyone can reap the ultimate reward. I know there are twenty nine other people who want to win this. But do they really want it more than me? Think about the people on the roster and think about who really wants that shot at Verona. The only name that comes to mind to me, is my best friend…
Rob Diamond.
Now, I’m not trying to say that Rob deserves it more than me, or vice versa. It’s a simple case of, Bertie has pushed our buttons for way too long. Now, I know that Rob will do whatever he can to win, but I also know he has a bounty over his head. Whist I don’t plan on cashing that bounty in myself, I know a large number of the twenty eight others will…..so I’ve pledged to help Rob, to watch his back….that is what InFamous is all about after all….but when it comes down to the wire? To the final two?
Every man for himself.
There’s so many people who will rock up in this match, expecting their shot to be given to them. People who don’t care about the business, people who couldn’t give a rats ass about the fans and what happens next week on Sacrifice. People like Cyrus Daniels who would rather hurt you than put on a great match. People like Derek Brooks who haven’t even paid their dues yet….
People like my old man.
I get to swing for you this time Spike. There’s nothing to stop me from coming at you like anyone else would. I can throw you over the ropes and end your dreams of being the first ever two time Imperial Champion. I can do to you what you’ve been doing to me for the last year…..I can ruin your dreams. I can get revenge for the way you’ve treated me and for. ….for what you did to Ollie….he didn’t deserve that. You ended his career without a second thought, what? Just so you could get into my head going into High Stakes?
What kind of father are you!?
It doesn’t matter though Spike, because the worst thing I could to do you is throw you out of the ring, and win the match myself. To go on and main event Night of the Immortals fighting for the Imperial Championship for the first time….and trust me, if...no...no..WHEN I eventually win that belt? I’ll treat it with so much more respect than you ever did. I’d treat it with honor, as the trophy it is….
One day…
However, there’s the slight matter of managing to out last twenty nine other people before my head gets too high in the clouds. It’s a challenge, no doubt, it’s going to be a war between those ropes. Everyone clamouring to get to the top, it is….for lack of better words….exactly the landscape that Roberto Verona wants. Adapt or perish. How cany any match other than this fit that billing so perfectly? Roberto wants us to evolve? To move forward….well whoever walks out of the Roulette the winner will most certainly be a threat to his reign. You see, in this world that he is creating, only the strongest and toughest will make it…..he’s created an environment where only the strongest survive, meaning only the strongest will be able to challenge him.
His reign is living on borrowed time.
So keep your eyes peeled Verona, because what happens in the Roulette is just a glimpse of what is going to happen at Night of the Immortals….
I’m coming for you Bertie…
Through whatever and whoever gets in my way.
I think people are starting to realise what a big deal the Roulette really is. It’s been a sort of...sleeper hit amongst the roster. Only now, people are starting to hype themselves up, they’re starting to feed into it….they stand a chance. Anyone can win this, anyone can reap the ultimate reward. I know there are twenty nine other people who want to win this. But do they really want it more than me? Think about the people on the roster and think about who really wants that shot at Verona. The only name that comes to mind to me, is my best friend…
Rob Diamond.
Now, I’m not trying to say that Rob deserves it more than me, or vice versa. It’s a simple case of, Bertie has pushed our buttons for way too long. Now, I know that Rob will do whatever he can to win, but I also know he has a bounty over his head. Whist I don’t plan on cashing that bounty in myself, I know a large number of the twenty eight others will…..so I’ve pledged to help Rob, to watch his back….that is what InFamous is all about after all….but when it comes down to the wire? To the final two?
Every man for himself.
There’s so many people who will rock up in this match, expecting their shot to be given to them. People who don’t care about the business, people who couldn’t give a rats ass about the fans and what happens next week on Sacrifice. People like Cyrus Daniels who would rather hurt you than put on a great match. People like Derek Brooks who haven’t even paid their dues yet….
People like my old man.
I get to swing for you this time Spike. There’s nothing to stop me from coming at you like anyone else would. I can throw you over the ropes and end your dreams of being the first ever two time Imperial Champion. I can do to you what you’ve been doing to me for the last year…..I can ruin your dreams. I can get revenge for the way you’ve treated me and for. ….for what you did to Ollie….he didn’t deserve that. You ended his career without a second thought, what? Just so you could get into my head going into High Stakes?
What kind of father are you!?
It doesn’t matter though Spike, because the worst thing I could to do you is throw you out of the ring, and win the match myself. To go on and main event Night of the Immortals fighting for the Imperial Championship for the first time….and trust me, if...no...no..WHEN I eventually win that belt? I’ll treat it with so much more respect than you ever did. I’d treat it with honor, as the trophy it is….
One day…
However, there’s the slight matter of managing to out last twenty nine other people before my head gets too high in the clouds. It’s a challenge, no doubt, it’s going to be a war between those ropes. Everyone clamouring to get to the top, it is….for lack of better words….exactly the landscape that Roberto Verona wants. Adapt or perish. How cany any match other than this fit that billing so perfectly? Roberto wants us to evolve? To move forward….well whoever walks out of the Roulette the winner will most certainly be a threat to his reign. You see, in this world that he is creating, only the strongest and toughest will make it…..he’s created an environment where only the strongest survive, meaning only the strongest will be able to challenge him.
His reign is living on borrowed time.
So keep your eyes peeled Verona, because what happens in the Roulette is just a glimpse of what is going to happen at Night of the Immortals….
I’m coming for you Bertie…
Through whatever and whoever gets in my way.
Well howdy there pardner.