Post by Ghost Spike on Oct 30, 2016 21:52:36 GMT
I’m not a nice person, I’m not ashamed to admit that. A long time ago, longer now than it seems….I used to be. I went out there and gave my all for the fans, I all but killed myself in the name of entertainment to try and be the guy they root for. I wore my heart on my sleeve, and I let the crowd depict what I would do, and how far I would go. I tried to make friends with the “boys in the back” and be one of those guys you could always rely on…..you know what that got me?
A pat on the back.
Being labelled as “just a hardcore wrestler”
….being thrown off a fucking bridge.
It took me a while to come back from that, both physically and mentally. I realised that nobody really cared about me. Nobody came by my apartment to check on me, nobody cared that I wasn’t on TV killing myself for their amusement….it was a revelation, a true epiphany….
In this business the only person that matters, is yourself.
…..so, after twenty years, why is what happened with Warren bothering me so much?
~~~
We open up on the truck of Spike Kane, parked outside some gym. As the camera pans backwards we see two figures leaving the building and heading towards the truck, those two people being Rob Diamond, and Spike Kane. We seem to have joined them mid-conversation, as they sling their bags in the trunk, before climbing into the car itself.
Rob Diamond: I’m just saying, if you keep thinking that way you’ll find some way to blame yourself for everything.
Spike Kane: I’m not beating around the bush Rob, what happened to Warren was my fault. If I hadn’t attacked him and put him in that hospital, that crazy bitch wouldn’t have been able to get to him in the first place!
Rob shakes his head, disagreeing with Spike, and fiddling with the radio knobs as Spike hits the ignition. He shifts the gear stick, and starts to pull out of the car park, looking over his shoulder and then his mirrors, before pulling out onto the main road.
Rob Diamond: Oh, we gotta get some food first, before we go to yours.. so..yeah…..anyway, we could play this game all day. Like, what if it is Veronas fault for employing her in the first place?
Spike Kane: Come on Rob, it doesn’t work like that.
Rob Diamond: Or, it’s that Doc Riley Griffiths fault for not flagging her for being a raging psycho?
The mention of Riley Griffiths makes Spike go unusually quiet for a second. He lowers his head a little, and shifts his body to place his phone in the cradle in-front of him. He taps the phone a few times, and he sends a message on his phone.
[To: River.
Hey, gonna grabs some grub, do you and Xander want anything?]
Rob Diamond: Besides man…..if how you’re thinking is right, then I’m just as much to blame as you are. WE attacked Warren, WE put him in the hospital….and yeah, I feel bad about it, but it ours OUR plan from the get go…..but we didn’t plan this Mike..
Spike's fingers tighten on the steering wheel, but he nods his head slowly.
Spike Kane: There’s many things that I don’t accept responsibility for, but what happened to that kid….it’s on me Rob, and one day, I’m gonna have to pay for that...I just hope he’s OK. Nobody will give me that bitches address.
Rob Diamond: Can you blame them? I mean...you’ve got a history of dropping women on their head dude.
For a second Spike sneers, before he chuckles. He starts to take a turn when his phone makes a beep, and the message shows up on his phone.
[From: River.
9]
Spike cocks his head a little at the message, he begins to wonder what the hell she typed that for, and if maybe Xander got a hold of her phone, before it beeps again.
[From: River.
1]
And then it beeps again.
[From: River.
1]
Rob Diamond: The hell dude!?
Spike Kane: Something's wrong with River….
And the truck screeches off back towards Spike’s boston mansion.
~~~
Is this the part where you make some incredibly vague sexual reference James? Where you tell me I’m one of Laura’s many cuckholds…..because, kicking your ass and taking your title totally makes me a Beta Male, right? Or is it the part where you complain about me needing people….you know, right after you got DEM BOYS to watch your back for you in the first place.
Or maybe you complain that I’m not the “leader” of the House of Howlett?
Grasping at straws, right?
That seems to be the case James, you just come up with excuse after excuse, bullshit reason after bullshit reason to explain away why you deserve this rematch, while you never stepped up at MY open fight night, and why you dodged my challenge in the first place. It’s OK though James, we’re all used to it now, we’re used to you slinging your particular brand of bullshit and trying to shrug off all your inadequacies, it’s almost second nature to you right? Like some kind of familial trait.
You’re the type of person to blame everyone else for your failures.
You’ve thrown around excuses of me not beating you, of me somehow ducking you, yet you can’t seem to understand how an elimination match works dude. You got eliminated, you lost! Fair and square. Say what you want about how I handled Dre, that’s another kettle of fish, but you? You got knocked out of the match like the little bitch that you are, and here you are whining and crying for a rematch because you’re suuuuuuch a deserving former champion, right?
Once again, you declined a one on one offer, once again it bites you in your ass.
You could have taken me on one on one for the title, but you were “injured” jeez James, I didn’t realise you became a football player in your time away and the slightest knock sent you down like a sniper had taken you out. Just another excuse, well, thanks to you being the epic chicken shit that you are, it’s now a three way dance…..oooooooh, I’m sure you’ll come out with some bullshit about how it was a master plan for you to win your title back, and how it lowers my chances of retaining….but we all know you’re full of it..
It just doubles your chances of losing.
See, you’re a big man when it comes to twitter, hiding behind your keyboard like some prepubescent douchebag, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, face to face? You’re more of a coward than anyone I’ve ever come across. You’ve backed down, and all but ran away, but you have the cheek to call me a cuck? Are you as mentally unstable as them idiots you hang around? I haven’t backed down from a challenge in my life, and you’ll be hard pressed to try and spin that one buddy. It doesn’t matter how much paper you push, it doesn’t matter how much you angle yourself as some kind of businessman…..you’ll always be nothing more than a Karn to me.
A bunch of people I rate even less than Alex Jones.
Remember him? Yeah...we’ve all got history, right? But now we’re writing new chapters, and every single chapter so far has you coming up short. Has you looking like the clown that you are, and it has you being nothing more than a footnote in the reign of the REAL man of steel, nah, fuck that, scratch that…..as Laura said herself; The God of Steel! You see, you chased the title for so long, that once you got it? You didn’t know what to do with it, and that is why it was so god damn easy to take it from you. Me though? Oh I have plans for this glorious gold….I have a goal in mind, and it’s going to be my absolute pleasure to erase the smudge of a reign you had, clean up the legacy of this gold, and in spite of James, I’m going to do what you never could…
Make the Man of Steel Great Again.
But do please go on, and spit your rhetoric, tell the world how you genuinely believe that Brad Kane carried me for years, tell the world that he has a better career than I have….oh, they’re laughing? It’s because my brother doesn’t even measure up to me James, let alone rise above me. Brad had all the potential to be somebody, but he has a tendancy to throw his toys out of his pram, and bail…..you don’t get a legacy that way, no...you become a joke. Every single person with the last name Kane or Karn lives in my shadow, because as much a it kills you, you know you’ll never be better than me. You know that you’ll never shake that monkey off your back….because when the chips are down? I’m just better than you James, I’m more experienced, I’m more travelled, I’m more technical, I’m more violent…..I just have that tenacity to get thing done, whereas you?
Shit man, you tried to pay Bob Pooler to help you beat me and you made fat jokes.
Yeah, you’re a real threat.
NOT!
~~~
{15 Minutes Ago}
River Maddison is cleaning up the kitchen in the Boston home that now houses herself and Xander as well as Spike Kane. She finishes placing the dishes back in the cupboards and steps to the side of the door to call into her son.
River Maddison: Xander, five more minutes then it’s time to tidy up!
He groans a reply, and she just smiles, the sounds of his cartoons continue to play in the background as well as him essentially smashing his toys together to simulate “fights”. She takes a cloth and begins wiping the table down, before heading towards the sink and turning the tap on, the sound of the water gushing out is quite loud, but she turns it off real quick. Once she does, she notices that the living room is suddenly quiet. With a frown on her face she begins to make her way towards the living room.
River Maddison: Xander? …..Xan-
She stops cold as she sees that the patio doors (french doors) are ever so slightly open, and some muddy footprints lead into the house, she grabs the nearest tool she can - which happens to be a hockey stick and proceeds to the living room.
River Maddison: …..who’s there?
She rounds the corner and gasps as a masked man all but steps right in front of her and puts a gun in her face. She drops the hockey stick out of fear when she sees another masked man kneeling down and holding a gun to the head of her son. Tears well up in her eyes.
River Maddison: P-p-p-please, don’t hurt him….take what you want…
Masked Man #1: Oh, we will!
He reaches back and cocks River in the face, knocking her to the ground, and tears flow freely from her face. The man then drags her towards the sofa, and forces her onto her knees. The other masked man drags Xander over too, and places the poor kids hands behind his back and zip-ties them, before doing the same to River. The second one now takes a position in front of them with his gun aimed at them, as the man who spoke grabs a large duffel bag and begins to search the house.
Masked Man #2: Grab the trophies and stuff, that shit will sell like crazy!
River tries to compose herself as Xander starts to cry his eyes out, the sight of the man hitting his mother froze him with fear, but now the reality of the situation was settling in. River tries to comfort him.
River Maddison: It’s ok baby, it’s ok….just do what the man says, and nothing bad will happen, ok?
River looked up to the masked man, who seemed to be nodding in approval at her attempts to keep him calm. She couldn’t help but notice that he seemed fidgety, and kept looking out the window. She felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket and coughed ever so slightly to cover it up. She slowly moved her fingers into her back pocket, still tied together, and slid her phone out….managing to send three messages to the person who had text her; 9, 1, 1.
Masked Man #2: Yo, hurry up dawg! We ain’t got all day!
Fumbling could be heard coming from upstairs as what seemed like an ages passed. Whoever they were, they knew what they were looking for, jewelry, Spike’s career trophies, everything.
Masked Man #1: ….shit! ...SHIT! SOMEONE’S OUTSIDE!
As the man shouted a car could be heard screeching to a halt outside the house, the gravel driveway giving away the presence. The man pointing the gun at River and Xander suddenly became very panicked as the front door burst open and in came Rob Diamond and Spike Kane with baseball bats in hands.
Masked Man #2: F-f-fuck!
He turned to run, but as he did, he squeezed the trigger on his gun. In what seemed to be in slow motion River leaned forward putting herself between Xander and the gun, Spike’s eyes grew wide, and Rob charged at the gunman. Then time sped up, there was a loud BANG! and then the bullet hit River and she fell backwards, Rob tackled the masked man to the floor, but outside the door we could see the other guy making a run for it. Spike ran straight to River and held her up, the bullet had hit her shoulder, she cried as she looked up at Spike, who grabbed her and Xander, as Rob knelt on the shooter and pulled his phone out to dial the police.
Spike Kane: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry….oh my god I’m so sorry….
And we fade.
~~~
I bet you have a sly smirk on your really punchable face right now, don’t you?
Woohoo, you have another shoddy victory over me Bob, but what exactly does it get you? Because let’s be honest, they victory I have over you? Got me this!
I’m holding the Man of Steel Championship by the way, you can’t see it Bob, because you never will.
Last week you had the absolute cheek to look past me and claim that both you and Karn were the next man of steel and number one contender. That’s cute, it really is. You think that I’m going to step aside and let that happen, in any way, shape, or form? Fucking hell Bob, I thought you knew me! If you want this belt? Come and fucking pry it from my cold dead fingers, because that is what it’s going to take. You think you can fluke a victory after interference and all of a sudden you can overlook me? No no no Bobby….that’s not how it works. You see, you and Jimmy boy, you might have been on the same page for however short it was...but it won’t go down that way come the time for that bell to ring, right?
This time you’ll actually have to fight your battle yourself Bob. You’ll actually have to man up and face me, with the worry that the coniving, backstabbing, piece of shit JFK will be waiting to stab you right in the kidney, just to take my belt…..because he doesn’t care about you, he doesn’t care about me, he just wants the gold….and I’ll be damned if I let that happen, and I swear to whatever deity you fucking please….if you let that happen, if you make that happen?
I’ll straight up end your career.
I mean, not like there’s much of one left, right Bob? Oh, I know, same shit, different day, right? But when you’ve been spilling the “what will I do next?” line for years, and not a single person has actually asked you, you don’t really have a leg to stand on, do you? The only reason, the ONLY reason you are even remotely relevant right now Bob….is because of me, because I made you relevant, which is funny…..because that is your career in a nutshell. You’re only ever relevant when somebody else makes you so…
Like Shinigami.
Nobody cared about Harakiri and his Falcon-esque rhetoric that you would attempt to spit week after week, but the moment we teamed up? Holy shit did heads turn. All of a sudden people cared, just like when you came crawling back here with your tail between your legs and snuggled up to the Age of X, and what happened? Oh, people noticed you!
Before you flushed it down the toilet.
Again.
So cut the crap Bob, stop pretending that you aren’t so stuck up on me, that you aren’t following me, clinging onto my coat tails….oh look, you got another Man of Steel title match after doing fuck all since you got here. Your name has been linked with mine, and without mine? Your name means nothing. Nobody wants to see Bob Pooler vs JFK in the main event of a pay per view, but you throw my name in? Suddenly buy rates hit the roof. Love me, or hate me, people pay to see me….but not you Bob, and I don’t care if you disagree, I don’t care if you think I’m saying the same thing I said to you before - which I’m not, just to be clear…..you are a leech, the lowest life form in this business, and I can’t wait until you hit that slump again, til you can’t get back over that hump...and you do what you do best..
Pack your shit, and leave.
I gave you the forgiveness you claimed that you wanted, but it wasn’t enough for you. You wanted more, more violence, more over the topness, more everything….and it’s just now dawning on you that everything I said was true. That without me, you’d fade into nothing, and you know it. It’s the reason why you came after me once we were supposed to be done, and it’s the reason why you wormed yourself into this match….but I swear to you Bob….this is going to be the final nail in that coffin, and I’m going to slam it shut on your face once and for all….and you’ll finally become aware, that I am better than you, that I always have been, and I always will be….and once again, you’ll fall in line…
And..
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
Well howdy there pardner.