Post by Warren Kane on Apr 23, 2016 20:44:36 GMT
”It's not easy making a name for yourself
Where do you draw the line?
I never thought I'd be in this far
Let's have some fun and never change not for anyone
Try not to miss me when I'm gone”
Isn’t it such a great feeling to see Roberto Verona get even an ounce of the shit he deserves dealt out to him? Admittedly the credit really goes to Jake Conway, but the way we went off air this past week? Being in the crowd, amongst the Undead Army? There’s not many feelings that can equal that, not many moments that can really hit home the way we did with those fans. They wanted Verona to get his comeuppance just as much as we did, they felt it, they wanted it, and even though it wasn’t really much….it was just a taste.
It was euphoric.
Not half as much though, as winning the Imperial Championship would be. You see, not only could I win the championship, but I could also go on to main event Night of Immortals! Do you understand how big of a deal that is? It’s a dream of almost everybody in this company to be in that spot, and in his infinite wisdom, Roberto messed up and now his spot at Night of the Immortals is in jeopardy.
I swear on my life I will not go down easy.
I’m well aware that I’m the underdog going into this match. The money is on either Roberto to retain, or for Rob Diamond to be the one to dethrone him once and for all…..but you should never count me out, not for once second.
All it takes is three.
"I sold my soul to the open road
I'll live my life alone!"
Where do you draw the line?
I never thought I'd be in this far
Let's have some fun and never change not for anyone
Try not to miss me when I'm gone”
Isn’t it such a great feeling to see Roberto Verona get even an ounce of the shit he deserves dealt out to him? Admittedly the credit really goes to Jake Conway, but the way we went off air this past week? Being in the crowd, amongst the Undead Army? There’s not many feelings that can equal that, not many moments that can really hit home the way we did with those fans. They wanted Verona to get his comeuppance just as much as we did, they felt it, they wanted it, and even though it wasn’t really much….it was just a taste.
It was euphoric.
Not half as much though, as winning the Imperial Championship would be. You see, not only could I win the championship, but I could also go on to main event Night of Immortals! Do you understand how big of a deal that is? It’s a dream of almost everybody in this company to be in that spot, and in his infinite wisdom, Roberto messed up and now his spot at Night of the Immortals is in jeopardy.
I swear on my life I will not go down easy.
I’m well aware that I’m the underdog going into this match. The money is on either Roberto to retain, or for Rob Diamond to be the one to dethrone him once and for all…..but you should never count me out, not for once second.
All it takes is three.
"I sold my soul to the open road
I'll live my life alone!"
We open up on the house of a certain Robert Reginald-that’-totally-his-middle-name Diamond, where we see Warren Kane with a large duffel bag packing his clothes into it, with Rob leaning in the doorway.
Rob: You know you don’t have to, right? You’re always welcome here…..you’re family dude..
Warren stops what he’s doing to look up at Rob with a smile on his face, clearly this isn’t a drama moment. Warren is just packing his stuff up, that is all.
Warren: It’s not a problem dude. Look, you’re my brother...and you always will be. I’ll never be able to repay you for the things you’ve done, for putting me up when I had nowhere to go. Thing is….things are a bit weird right now. We’re fighting for the Imperial Title….you’re getting pretty heavy with your girl, and then there’s all the stuff with Hope I just feel like I’m in the way, y’know? I feel like I’m the third wheel, or the one everyone bites their tongue around.
Rob: I never bite my tongue.
Warren: I’m very well aware of that jackass!
He chucks a towel at Robs head, but Rob deliberately lets it land on his head, and then slowly fall off for comedic effect.
Rob: I just don’t want you to feel pushed out. I don’t want you to feel unwelcome. As much of an ass as he is, your Dad put me up when I needed it….I know what it’s like.
Warren: I get it man, and I’m super appreciative, you have no idea. Things are just calmer over with Shea, y’know?
Rob: A girl!?
Warren: ….yeah. It’s not like that. We’re not like that. We’re just friends.
Warrens words cause Rob to burst out laughing, even doubling over a little as he does so, holding his stomach as he looks at Warren on his knees stuffing things into his bag.
Rob: You’re totally her gay best friend! Hahahaha…
Warren: Really? That tickle you so much?
Rob: The mighty Warren Kane demoted to a little gay best friend!
Warren: I’d watch your mouth if I were you Lord Dominicus!
This now causes both of them to laugh out loud. Rob reaches out a hand to help Warren up from his feet, he picks his bag up as he does, before taking one last look in the room and heading out into the hall.
Warren: This doesn’t change anything come Sunday, ok?
Rob: You got it.
Warren: We kick Veronas ass, and then may the best man win.
Rob: Oh, I will, heh heh…
Warren simply shakes his head at Rob before the two share a hug and Warren heads down the stairs and towards the cab waiting for him. That’s when a pick up truck screeches onto the driveway infront of the cab, and skids to a stop. Warren drops his bag immediately and prepares for a fight.
Warren: ...shit.
Fade.
”You won't find me in the same spot
Believe me I could never stop
My life's turned upside down
Meet me out past the train tracks
I'm leaving and not coming back
You're right and I was wrong
This town will be the downfall of us all”
I’ve never really had much of a family. My Dad, or at least the man who I was led to believe was my Dad, was an abusive asshole. He’d get shat on at work, come home and take it out on my mom, and you know what the worst thing was? I didn’t stop him. I was terrified of him, I was too scared to stop this man at least twice the size of her from wailing on her…
I understand how pathetic that made me.
One day, it was enough….he’d gone too far, and I had to stop it. I put myself in harms way, and he never stopped. It was when I realised he didn’t have any love inside him, he was an empty soul. He didn’t see people he cared about, he just lashed out at anything he could try and lord it over….but not after that day, he was gone….and my sense of family went too. My mother blamed me for ruining her life, so I turned to wrestling. I buried myself in working out, in learning everything I could….and it brought me here, eventually….to Imperial Wrestling Federation. The crushing truth of who my father really was, and the doubt that creeped in my mind, of if I even deserved to be here.
Then I met you Rob.
You made fun of me, you trolled me, and you gave me all the schtick and when I rolled with it, you made me a part of InFamous. You became my best friend, my brother. You are the only person in this company who treated me like a person when I came out. People would give me sideways glances, and refuse to share a lockeroom with me, but not you….you extended the use of the InFamous lockeroom to me, and you treated me like an equal, you treated me like a friend. These aren’t things I will ever forget, I hope you know that. They’re engrained into my being, into who I am. You’ve become a big part of how I see myself, and how I demand that people see me….you’ve given me support, you’ve given me help, and you’ve given me direction….something to fight for.
A reason to put my body, my well being, everything, on the line.
As equal as you treat me though, we both know it’s not true. You’re seen as somewhat of a legend in this company, in this business. Hell, I’d go out on a limb to say you’re the greatest wrestler to never hold the Imperial Title, and that might sting a few egos. Me? I’m just a kid fighting for what he thinks is the right thing. I’m fighting against the man who tried to push me around…..and you’re right there alongside me. We’re in the trenches together….but every now and then, they throws us in the ring together and wait for the magic to happen. They wait for the buzz to generate, and fill their pockets with gold as we create match of the year candidates on a regular basis….
But you always beat me.
I’m putting my money where my mouth is this time though Rob. I’m going to go out to that ring, and I’m going to give you the fight of your life, because as much as you want that championship, I want it that much more. I know you like to say that we’d have to kill you to beat you, and I have no intention of doing that, but I do have every intention of breaking through that glass ceiling, of shattering it and truly writing my name into the history books of this company. On my own. No Spike Kane. No InFamous….just me
I need to prove that I can do this.
I need to rise above everyhting around me.
I need to make it all worthwhile.
Otherwise, what was the point Rob? To get this far and then get kicked to the curb? It ruins everything. It shatters everything, and I just won’t allow that. I’m taking a page out of your book Rob….I’m going out there at Destiny, and even if it kills me….I’m taking that Imperial Championship. Whatever you want to do to Verona after that? That is up to you….but I owe him, and I’m finally getting my revenge...the fans chose the name of this show, and they’ve been paying close attention….they want me to win, they want me to lead the Undead Army from the top of the mountain….
And I’ll break myself just to make it happen.
“I'm gonna need you to try to follow along.
I did the best that I could to try to write you songs.
Now go tell them we sold out, like we're the ones who changed.
I write what I feel, I say what I mean.
You can't buy sincerity.”
The truck screeched to a halt just a few feet away from Warren. As his bags hit the floor the drivers door opened and out popped Spike Kane. He walks determinedly towards Warren, who has his arms up ready for a fight.
Spike: I’m not here to fight you, put your damn hands down.
Warren: Oh really? Because people normally drive like that, and you’ve got such a trust worthy past, right?
Spike: Son….I needed to talk to you before you left, I came as quick as I found out you were moving.
Warren: ...fucking twitter….
Warren drops his guard, but squares his shoulders up to his old man. Spike stands there, and stares right at him.
Spike: I know you don’t understand, and I know you think my logic is twisted...but I promise you, everything I’ve done has been for your benefit. Everything I’ve done is to build you up for this moment, this week, when you get your first Imperial Title shot.
Warren: Oh fuck you! Like everyone in the entire world didn’t expect you to come out with this bullshit, huh!? Your son makes it into the business, so instead of taking him under your wing, you attack him? You leave him out cold in the middle of the ring….you try and fuck with his career, just for shits and giggle….you fired my fucking boyfriend just to get your jollies off!
The anger in Warrens voice is rising, clearly he’s had this arguement in his head time, and time, again.
Spike: I did it to toughen you up Warren. I threw the punches so that nobody else would. I targeted you so that nobody else would….I did everything to get you to this level, and look at you! The way you tore into Gaither? You’re moe like your old man than you realise.
Warren: No! Fuck you! I will never be you! Gaither pushed my buttons, and I snapped….normal people don’t do that. Normal people don’t try and brutalise others just for fun! You’re a grade A psychopath!
Spike: You better watch your mouth boy…
As Spike says his words he steps towards Warren, but Warren doesn’t back down. He steps up to his old man, and stares him right into his eyes, despite the height difference.
Warren: Or what? Old man?
Without even saying a word, Spike decks Warren right in the face, but the youngster doesn’t take it sitting down, he sends one right back to Spike, until the bigger guy grabs Warren by the throat and slams him up against the wall next to the front door.
Spike: Listen to me you little shit. You need to tap into every part of you to walk out victorious this week. You need to go to that dark place that only our family can reach, what you did with Gaither...you need to go further. Rob won’t hesitate to bash your skull in for that title….
Warren: *barely audible through choking* Go fuck yourself.
Spike: Listen to me, or you’ll end up a footnote on Veronas defence, or Rob finally winning….hell, he’ll proably pin you for the easy victory.
As Spike spits his venom the front door opens and Rob Diamond steps out with a steel baseball bat in his hands. His eyes are almost on fire as he stares at his former best friend.
Rob: I beg to differ….now let go of the fucking kid, and get the hell out of here.
Spike immediately lets go of Warren and backs up a little bit, raising his hands.
Spike: Just trying to give him a little fatherly advice….I’m sure you understand Rob…
Rob steps between Warren and Spike, pounting the bat at Spike.
Rob: I don’t understand shit. You’re wailing on your own son out in public….you’ve lost it man, and you need to leave….
Spike sneers at Rob, before shaking his head and walking away, hopping into his truck, and reversing out of the drive. Rob turns to Warren who is hunched over, rubbing his neck, with tears in his eyes.
Warren: Thank you.
Rob: I’ve always got your back!
Warren looks up at his best friend as tears slide down his face.
Warren: He’s my Dad, Rob….what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Rob doesn’t respond right away as he looks into the distance, watching Spike drive away. He turns back to see Warren right at his core, a scared kid, a kid scared of his own father. Something triggers within Rob and his own feelings.
Rob: Kick his fucking ass. It’s the only thing he understands…
Rob waves the cabbie off, as he puts his arm around Warren and ushers him back into the house to try and calm him down, and we fade away.
Believe me I could never stop
My life's turned upside down
Meet me out past the train tracks
I'm leaving and not coming back
You're right and I was wrong
This town will be the downfall of us all”
I’ve never really had much of a family. My Dad, or at least the man who I was led to believe was my Dad, was an abusive asshole. He’d get shat on at work, come home and take it out on my mom, and you know what the worst thing was? I didn’t stop him. I was terrified of him, I was too scared to stop this man at least twice the size of her from wailing on her…
I understand how pathetic that made me.
One day, it was enough….he’d gone too far, and I had to stop it. I put myself in harms way, and he never stopped. It was when I realised he didn’t have any love inside him, he was an empty soul. He didn’t see people he cared about, he just lashed out at anything he could try and lord it over….but not after that day, he was gone….and my sense of family went too. My mother blamed me for ruining her life, so I turned to wrestling. I buried myself in working out, in learning everything I could….and it brought me here, eventually….to Imperial Wrestling Federation. The crushing truth of who my father really was, and the doubt that creeped in my mind, of if I even deserved to be here.
Then I met you Rob.
You made fun of me, you trolled me, and you gave me all the schtick and when I rolled with it, you made me a part of InFamous. You became my best friend, my brother. You are the only person in this company who treated me like a person when I came out. People would give me sideways glances, and refuse to share a lockeroom with me, but not you….you extended the use of the InFamous lockeroom to me, and you treated me like an equal, you treated me like a friend. These aren’t things I will ever forget, I hope you know that. They’re engrained into my being, into who I am. You’ve become a big part of how I see myself, and how I demand that people see me….you’ve given me support, you’ve given me help, and you’ve given me direction….something to fight for.
A reason to put my body, my well being, everything, on the line.
As equal as you treat me though, we both know it’s not true. You’re seen as somewhat of a legend in this company, in this business. Hell, I’d go out on a limb to say you’re the greatest wrestler to never hold the Imperial Title, and that might sting a few egos. Me? I’m just a kid fighting for what he thinks is the right thing. I’m fighting against the man who tried to push me around…..and you’re right there alongside me. We’re in the trenches together….but every now and then, they throws us in the ring together and wait for the magic to happen. They wait for the buzz to generate, and fill their pockets with gold as we create match of the year candidates on a regular basis….
But you always beat me.
I’m putting my money where my mouth is this time though Rob. I’m going to go out to that ring, and I’m going to give you the fight of your life, because as much as you want that championship, I want it that much more. I know you like to say that we’d have to kill you to beat you, and I have no intention of doing that, but I do have every intention of breaking through that glass ceiling, of shattering it and truly writing my name into the history books of this company. On my own. No Spike Kane. No InFamous….just me
I need to prove that I can do this.
I need to rise above everyhting around me.
I need to make it all worthwhile.
Otherwise, what was the point Rob? To get this far and then get kicked to the curb? It ruins everything. It shatters everything, and I just won’t allow that. I’m taking a page out of your book Rob….I’m going out there at Destiny, and even if it kills me….I’m taking that Imperial Championship. Whatever you want to do to Verona after that? That is up to you….but I owe him, and I’m finally getting my revenge...the fans chose the name of this show, and they’ve been paying close attention….they want me to win, they want me to lead the Undead Army from the top of the mountain….
And I’ll break myself just to make it happen.
“I'm gonna need you to try to follow along.
I did the best that I could to try to write you songs.
Now go tell them we sold out, like we're the ones who changed.
I write what I feel, I say what I mean.
You can't buy sincerity.”
The truck screeched to a halt just a few feet away from Warren. As his bags hit the floor the drivers door opened and out popped Spike Kane. He walks determinedly towards Warren, who has his arms up ready for a fight.
Spike: I’m not here to fight you, put your damn hands down.
Warren: Oh really? Because people normally drive like that, and you’ve got such a trust worthy past, right?
Spike: Son….I needed to talk to you before you left, I came as quick as I found out you were moving.
Warren: ...fucking twitter….
Warren drops his guard, but squares his shoulders up to his old man. Spike stands there, and stares right at him.
Spike: I know you don’t understand, and I know you think my logic is twisted...but I promise you, everything I’ve done has been for your benefit. Everything I’ve done is to build you up for this moment, this week, when you get your first Imperial Title shot.
Warren: Oh fuck you! Like everyone in the entire world didn’t expect you to come out with this bullshit, huh!? Your son makes it into the business, so instead of taking him under your wing, you attack him? You leave him out cold in the middle of the ring….you try and fuck with his career, just for shits and giggle….you fired my fucking boyfriend just to get your jollies off!
The anger in Warrens voice is rising, clearly he’s had this arguement in his head time, and time, again.
Spike: I did it to toughen you up Warren. I threw the punches so that nobody else would. I targeted you so that nobody else would….I did everything to get you to this level, and look at you! The way you tore into Gaither? You’re moe like your old man than you realise.
Warren: No! Fuck you! I will never be you! Gaither pushed my buttons, and I snapped….normal people don’t do that. Normal people don’t try and brutalise others just for fun! You’re a grade A psychopath!
Spike: You better watch your mouth boy…
As Spike says his words he steps towards Warren, but Warren doesn’t back down. He steps up to his old man, and stares him right into his eyes, despite the height difference.
Warren: Or what? Old man?
Without even saying a word, Spike decks Warren right in the face, but the youngster doesn’t take it sitting down, he sends one right back to Spike, until the bigger guy grabs Warren by the throat and slams him up against the wall next to the front door.
Spike: Listen to me you little shit. You need to tap into every part of you to walk out victorious this week. You need to go to that dark place that only our family can reach, what you did with Gaither...you need to go further. Rob won’t hesitate to bash your skull in for that title….
Warren: *barely audible through choking* Go fuck yourself.
Spike: Listen to me, or you’ll end up a footnote on Veronas defence, or Rob finally winning….hell, he’ll proably pin you for the easy victory.
As Spike spits his venom the front door opens and Rob Diamond steps out with a steel baseball bat in his hands. His eyes are almost on fire as he stares at his former best friend.
Rob: I beg to differ….now let go of the fucking kid, and get the hell out of here.
Spike immediately lets go of Warren and backs up a little bit, raising his hands.
Spike: Just trying to give him a little fatherly advice….I’m sure you understand Rob…
Rob steps between Warren and Spike, pounting the bat at Spike.
Rob: I don’t understand shit. You’re wailing on your own son out in public….you’ve lost it man, and you need to leave….
Spike sneers at Rob, before shaking his head and walking away, hopping into his truck, and reversing out of the drive. Rob turns to Warren who is hunched over, rubbing his neck, with tears in his eyes.
Warren: Thank you.
Rob: I’ve always got your back!
Warren looks up at his best friend as tears slide down his face.
Warren: He’s my Dad, Rob….what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Rob doesn’t respond right away as he looks into the distance, watching Spike drive away. He turns back to see Warren right at his core, a scared kid, a kid scared of his own father. Something triggers within Rob and his own feelings.
Rob: Kick his fucking ass. It’s the only thing he understands…
Rob waves the cabbie off, as he puts his arm around Warren and ushers him back into the house to try and calm him down, and we fade away.
“Don't forget yourselves
We made up our minds
And we signed 3! 4! 5! on that dotted line!
Don't forget yourselves
We made up our minds
And we signed 3! 4! 5! on that dotted line!”
I bet you don’t have the foggiest of a clue how much I’m looking forward to this match do you? To finally have you within the confines of the squared circle. Oh I know Roberto, you haven’t ducked any challenge, because I haven’t issued any. All I did was give you a warning, that I was coming for you, coming for your title...but I was going to do it the right way, I was going to earn it…
You took my Invictus Title away from me.
You made me end Andrew Jacobsens career.
I wouldn’t put it past you ordering Spike to can Ollie either…
This has been building ever since Survival of the Fittest. I admit, I was naive. I expected Rob to have my back, I was willing to have yours, as we were team mates….and we all saw how that went down. A new era in the IWF. Adapt, or Perish. Words to live by…..but despite everything you threw at me, despite trying to push me around, trying to break me…..despite it all Roberto..
I’m still here!
I’ll be standing across the ring from you come Destiny with nothing but hatred in my heart for you. Nothing but rage burning in my soul, and nothing but anger in my eyes. Finally, you’ll get exactly what you deserve, and there’s going to be two of us too. How do you think the odds for you retaining are going to stack up when our single goal is to take that title from you? One of us, I can feel it….everything you’ve been building is about to come crashing down. You know what they say, the fall is hardest from the top, right?
You will not be Imperial Champion when Destiny comes to a close.
I know it won’t be the end, I know you’ll do everything you can to throw road blocks in my way, you’ll try and envoke some rematch clause…..you’ll throw your weight around, like you have been for months….but it doesn’t matter. I’ll keep on coming.
Cyrus beat me down. I got back up.
Jake beat me down. I got back up, and shook his hand!
Spike beat me down. I got back up.
Do you see the trend here Verona?
Nothing you have done so far has kept me down, nthing you have thrown in my path has stopped me….so really, what can you do that you haven’t already? It’s nut up, or shut up time Bertie….and the outlooks isn’t good for you. You finally have to defend your belt in a situation that doesn’t favour you, and once and for all the world will see how disgraceful a champion you truly are. How you do not deserve that belt around you waist…..and maybe, just maybe, you’ll fade back into the nothingness once your reign ends….I mean, we can only hope, right?
Either way, I’ll show up the next Sacrifice.
I’ll be there, win, lose, or draw….because I’ve given everything to this company. I’ve given my blood, sweat, and tears…..probably more than many others. I’ve scratched and clawed my way up the roster, destroyed the competition on your training grounds, made the Invictus title worth something - only for you to shit on it…..and now I will stand across the ring from the mighty Roberto Verona…
And I earned it all.
So be ready Verona, because like Rob likes to say….you’re going to have to kill me to stop me. I won’t back down, I won’t give up….you’re going to have to end my career to stop me from coming after you. I need to make everything you’ve put me, and those around me through…..I need to make you pay.
It’s my Destiny.
“I sold my soul to the open road
I'll live my life alone!”
We made up our minds
And we signed 3! 4! 5! on that dotted line!
Don't forget yourselves
We made up our minds
And we signed 3! 4! 5! on that dotted line!”
I bet you don’t have the foggiest of a clue how much I’m looking forward to this match do you? To finally have you within the confines of the squared circle. Oh I know Roberto, you haven’t ducked any challenge, because I haven’t issued any. All I did was give you a warning, that I was coming for you, coming for your title...but I was going to do it the right way, I was going to earn it…
You took my Invictus Title away from me.
You made me end Andrew Jacobsens career.
I wouldn’t put it past you ordering Spike to can Ollie either…
This has been building ever since Survival of the Fittest. I admit, I was naive. I expected Rob to have my back, I was willing to have yours, as we were team mates….and we all saw how that went down. A new era in the IWF. Adapt, or Perish. Words to live by…..but despite everything you threw at me, despite trying to push me around, trying to break me…..despite it all Roberto..
I’m still here!
I’ll be standing across the ring from you come Destiny with nothing but hatred in my heart for you. Nothing but rage burning in my soul, and nothing but anger in my eyes. Finally, you’ll get exactly what you deserve, and there’s going to be two of us too. How do you think the odds for you retaining are going to stack up when our single goal is to take that title from you? One of us, I can feel it….everything you’ve been building is about to come crashing down. You know what they say, the fall is hardest from the top, right?
You will not be Imperial Champion when Destiny comes to a close.
I know it won’t be the end, I know you’ll do everything you can to throw road blocks in my way, you’ll try and envoke some rematch clause…..you’ll throw your weight around, like you have been for months….but it doesn’t matter. I’ll keep on coming.
Cyrus beat me down. I got back up.
Jake beat me down. I got back up, and shook his hand!
Spike beat me down. I got back up.
Do you see the trend here Verona?
Nothing you have done so far has kept me down, nthing you have thrown in my path has stopped me….so really, what can you do that you haven’t already? It’s nut up, or shut up time Bertie….and the outlooks isn’t good for you. You finally have to defend your belt in a situation that doesn’t favour you, and once and for all the world will see how disgraceful a champion you truly are. How you do not deserve that belt around you waist…..and maybe, just maybe, you’ll fade back into the nothingness once your reign ends….I mean, we can only hope, right?
Either way, I’ll show up the next Sacrifice.
I’ll be there, win, lose, or draw….because I’ve given everything to this company. I’ve given my blood, sweat, and tears…..probably more than many others. I’ve scratched and clawed my way up the roster, destroyed the competition on your training grounds, made the Invictus title worth something - only for you to shit on it…..and now I will stand across the ring from the mighty Roberto Verona…
And I earned it all.
So be ready Verona, because like Rob likes to say….you’re going to have to kill me to stop me. I won’t back down, I won’t give up….you’re going to have to end my career to stop me from coming after you. I need to make everything you’ve put me, and those around me through…..I need to make you pay.
It’s my Destiny.
“I sold my soul to the open road
I'll live my life alone!”
Well howdy there pardner.