Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 27, 2016 13:06:21 GMT
This time, it hast to be it.
This time, I have to win.
This time, lasting the longest simply isn't good enough.
This is my third straight roulette, and it's time I finally followed through on my word. Time I finally delivered on all of my big promises and threats. I'm not here to play, not here to try and break any records, hell…..I'm not even here to just hurt people.
I am here to win.
It amazes me, y’know? How even after all these years, even after everything I've done, both here, and elsewhere…..I'm still underestimated. Each year I've given my all to the roulette, each year I've fallen just short….but not this time. I won't allow it, I would rather never leave that ring at all, than leave it a failure. You see, everyone has forgotten who I am. Forgotten what I'm capable of.
I am, once again, the forgotten.
Everyone forgets what I did to Joe Everyman, what I did to Lex Sense, what I did to Xavier Cross…..to Rob Diamond. I carved a brutal and bloody legacy here in IWF. Hell, I teamed up with Rob and we became the longest reigning tag team champions. The most dominant team this company will ever see, because we killed the tag team division. It doesn’t exist anymore, because of us…..imagine what could happen if we were to align during the roulette itself? Imagine the carnage we could create….
After all…
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
This time, I have to win.
This time, lasting the longest simply isn't good enough.
This is my third straight roulette, and it's time I finally followed through on my word. Time I finally delivered on all of my big promises and threats. I'm not here to play, not here to try and break any records, hell…..I'm not even here to just hurt people.
I am here to win.
It amazes me, y’know? How even after all these years, even after everything I've done, both here, and elsewhere…..I'm still underestimated. Each year I've given my all to the roulette, each year I've fallen just short….but not this time. I won't allow it, I would rather never leave that ring at all, than leave it a failure. You see, everyone has forgotten who I am. Forgotten what I'm capable of.
I am, once again, the forgotten.
Everyone forgets what I did to Joe Everyman, what I did to Lex Sense, what I did to Xavier Cross…..to Rob Diamond. I carved a brutal and bloody legacy here in IWF. Hell, I teamed up with Rob and we became the longest reigning tag team champions. The most dominant team this company will ever see, because we killed the tag team division. It doesn’t exist anymore, because of us…..imagine what could happen if we were to align during the roulette itself? Imagine the carnage we could create….
After all…
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
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[20 Years Ago]
It’d been a while since I got away from the orphanage, a few years at least. Then again, life on the streets ment that days tended to blur into each other. Weeks could have been months, and I didn’t really know. All I cared about was where I was sleeping, and what I was eating. I’d stolen to eat, I’d fought to survive….that seemed to be my calling. Ever since Conr-...no….DAD. Ever since my Dad had made those fighting pits in the Orphanage, all I’d ever been good at was fighting. Turns out, one of the kids had found somewhere where I could put that to my advantage.
Kid: So, you gonna be alright with the arrangement? You fight for them, and they’ll feed you and all that shit.
I didn’t even know his name, but I didn’t care either. I was starving, there’s only so far a tin of baked beans can go, y’know?
Spike: Yeah, I get you. Fight, but win, right?
Kid: Sh’yeah man. They don’t want no scrubs, you feel me?
Boy did I.
Spike: No sweat, just point me in the right direction.
He led the way to this camp these guys had set up. Some biker gang apparently, they ran a fighting circle, made a lot of money from punters gambling. Not my scene, but hey, what the fuck else was I gonna do? A few of them approached me, their cuts stood out, made them real obvious.
Biker: This the kid you told me about?
Kid: Yeah man, I saw him scrapping with some shop keeper over bread or some shit….
I felt his gaze linger on me, obviously measuring me up, and I did my best to try and measure up to what they’d expect a fighter to look like.
Biker: You ever fought a real fight before kid?
Spike: ….since I was about eight….yeah…
He turns to laugh with his friends, clearly he didn’t believe me, but hey….who would? I was some skinny ass punk scrounging for food. He was probably surprised I was still alive, and not dead in a gutter, or in prison or something.
Biker: We’ll see…
SMACK! Jesus fuck! He slogged me right in the face, and I hit the deck hard. The floor was wet and muddy from the rain, but damn, when wasn’t it in England?
Biker: Well kid!? What you got? Come on!
I struggled to all fours, and was about to get to a knee, when he kicked me right in the stomach. It felt like an iron rod shoved right into my abdomen, that son of a bitch. I wanted to kill him, get up and smash his smug fucking face in. I tried to get back up, blood was trickling out of my mouth.
Kid: Jeez man….stay down…
Spike: NO!
I felt like some caged animal who had just been unleashed. I roared loudly as I rose to me feet, and caught the guy with a straight uppercut. I didn’t floor him or anything, like I stood a chance. I knocked him back into his friends, his...club members, and he just held his mouth and smirked. Looked right at me with a knowing grin.
Biker: That is what I’m talking about kid…..
Spike: Wha….what!?
Biker: I had to test you, y’know? You have any idea how many kids want a free meal and a bunk?
My mind was racing, my face was stinging and my stomach felt like it was on fire. I had no clue what in the hell was going on.
Biker: You got it where it counts kid, I like that…..the names Bernie….welcome to the Sons of Entropy…
He grabbed me and picked me up proper, his club mates surrounding us and all patting me on the back, ruffling my hair, everything as we headed inside There, sitting on the table was a bowl of hot stew and a bottle of beer.
Biker: Eat, drink...rest up kid. You’re a prospect now…
I tried to smile, but my face hurt too much. I couldn’t help but notice the kid out the window looking back at me, he looked….concerned, but I didn’t care. I began wolfing down my stew, and the crew were all talking and laughing about shit I didn’t care about. For the first time in a long time, I’d be sleeping in doors, and with a full stomach.
~~~
Every single member of the roster stands a chance of walking out of High Stakes as the number one contender for the Imperial Championship. Everyone that is, who isn’t in the match for the championship themselves. That means the likes of Rob Diamond could walk out with that accolade, or even someone as unlikely as Jayson Matthews could pull it off. Why, hell could freeze over and my own son could pull it off.
Not fucking likely.
I am the reason that this company has prospered. I took a failing championship and rose it to heights that it will NEVER see again. Not a single person on this roster is capable of replicating what I did to the Imperial Championship, let alone the federation itself. Just take a look at the card next time you walk past it. Look at the countless new names you’ve never heard of. People walking into this company hoping to be the next Spike Kane. Hoping to make the impact that I made. Hoping to have even a slither of the career I have. Let’s face it though, none of them will, and none of you will.
I will win this match.
I’ve been waiting ten years to win something like this, and three of them spent here watching worthless waste after worthless waste get that chance. Make their claim to fame, and ultimately do fuck all with it. Where is Renee Pleasant now? Where is Alex Jones now? Where is Angel Blake now? Exactly...Alex is busy pissing around with people who don’t even deserve to lace his boots up, the rest? They couldn’t hack it….they’re gone. That is the problem you see….once you’ve been to the mountain top? All you want to do is get back to the top. Nothing else is good enough. You want to be the best, because that feeling you had when you were there? Nothing even comes close….not by a long fucking shot.
When you’re at the top, everything is seen through rose tinted glasses.
The moment you get knocked off?
Well, let’s just say there’s a reason it’s called rock bottom.
WE all try to find things to tide us over. Things to occupy our attention. Be it schooling the mid card like Alex, be it sitting on your ass like Angel, or be it training the new flock like myself. It doesn’t matter, because at the end of the day? The itch is too strong. The lure of the Imperial Championship is like the siren song of old. Calling men to their destruction. Now...I know I rag on every champion there has ever been….and I know that Verona is my friend, much like I have a kind of love hate relationship with both Alex and Angel…..Bertie hasn’t been a great champion Oh yeah, he’s held the belt for a long time….but he’s barely defended it. See, even complete douchebags like me know that the belt needs to be defended. If you have any respect for this business, you understand that. People demand it, but more than that the boys in the back demand it. You are supposed to lead by example….but what we get from Verona?
Lead by cowardice.
I hate to agree with anyone that isn’t me, but there you have it. I don’t think Berto should be champion. Did he earn it? You’re damn fcking straight he did However, he hasn’t proven that he deserves to keep the belt. So just like I did when IWF was floundering the first time, I’ll kick my ass into gear, I’ll walk into the roulette, and show the world who really runs this company. I’ll bring my A Game, and I’ll earn myself a nifty little shot at Verona and the Imperial Championship. Either I’ll outlast everyone and head to Night of the Immortals as the number one contender…..or I’ll toss my friend Rob over the ropes and take my shot at Verona at the Viewer's Choice show…
Then walk into Night of Immortals as Champion.
It has a nice ring to it really, Spike Kane….first ever two time Imperial champion.
That is my goal now, whether it’s through the roulette, through throwing Rob out, or by beating every single member of the roster to earn myself a credible shot at that title. Nothing will stop me from getting back there, nothing will slow me down, and nothing will prevent me from making history. I’m tired of being faded into the background, I’m tired of everything I achieved being stepped on by people who don’t even deserve to share the ring with me. I’m simply tired of being treated like shit, so I’m going to do things old school. I’m going to bust heads the way I busted Al Thani and Gaithers….I’m carving a new path…
And it leads to the Imperial Championship.
Every single member of the roster stands a chance of walking out of High Stakes as the number one contender for the Imperial Championship. Everyone that is, who isn’t in the match for the championship themselves. That means the likes of Rob Diamond could walk out with that accolade, or even someone as unlikely as Jayson Matthews could pull it off. Why, hell could freeze over and my own son could pull it off.
Not fucking likely.
I am the reason that this company has prospered. I took a failing championship and rose it to heights that it will NEVER see again. Not a single person on this roster is capable of replicating what I did to the Imperial Championship, let alone the federation itself. Just take a look at the card next time you walk past it. Look at the countless new names you’ve never heard of. People walking into this company hoping to be the next Spike Kane. Hoping to make the impact that I made. Hoping to have even a slither of the career I have. Let’s face it though, none of them will, and none of you will.
I will win this match.
I’ve been waiting ten years to win something like this, and three of them spent here watching worthless waste after worthless waste get that chance. Make their claim to fame, and ultimately do fuck all with it. Where is Renee Pleasant now? Where is Alex Jones now? Where is Angel Blake now? Exactly...Alex is busy pissing around with people who don’t even deserve to lace his boots up, the rest? They couldn’t hack it….they’re gone. That is the problem you see….once you’ve been to the mountain top? All you want to do is get back to the top. Nothing else is good enough. You want to be the best, because that feeling you had when you were there? Nothing even comes close….not by a long fucking shot.
When you’re at the top, everything is seen through rose tinted glasses.
The moment you get knocked off?
Well, let’s just say there’s a reason it’s called rock bottom.
WE all try to find things to tide us over. Things to occupy our attention. Be it schooling the mid card like Alex, be it sitting on your ass like Angel, or be it training the new flock like myself. It doesn’t matter, because at the end of the day? The itch is too strong. The lure of the Imperial Championship is like the siren song of old. Calling men to their destruction. Now...I know I rag on every champion there has ever been….and I know that Verona is my friend, much like I have a kind of love hate relationship with both Alex and Angel…..Bertie hasn’t been a great champion Oh yeah, he’s held the belt for a long time….but he’s barely defended it. See, even complete douchebags like me know that the belt needs to be defended. If you have any respect for this business, you understand that. People demand it, but more than that the boys in the back demand it. You are supposed to lead by example….but what we get from Verona?
Lead by cowardice.
I hate to agree with anyone that isn’t me, but there you have it. I don’t think Berto should be champion. Did he earn it? You’re damn fcking straight he did However, he hasn’t proven that he deserves to keep the belt. So just like I did when IWF was floundering the first time, I’ll kick my ass into gear, I’ll walk into the roulette, and show the world who really runs this company. I’ll bring my A Game, and I’ll earn myself a nifty little shot at Verona and the Imperial Championship. Either I’ll outlast everyone and head to Night of the Immortals as the number one contender…..or I’ll toss my friend Rob over the ropes and take my shot at Verona at the Viewer's Choice show…
Then walk into Night of Immortals as Champion.
It has a nice ring to it really, Spike Kane….first ever two time Imperial champion.
That is my goal now, whether it’s through the roulette, through throwing Rob out, or by beating every single member of the roster to earn myself a credible shot at that title. Nothing will stop me from getting back there, nothing will slow me down, and nothing will prevent me from making history. I’m tired of being faded into the background, I’m tired of everything I achieved being stepped on by people who don’t even deserve to share the ring with me. I’m simply tired of being treated like shit, so I’m going to do things old school. I’m going to bust heads the way I busted Al Thani and Gaithers….I’m carving a new path…
And it leads to the Imperial Championship.
Well howdy there pardner.