Post by Ghost Spike on Jan 16, 2017 0:12:14 GMT
Do I deserve this?
Despite the things I’ve done in the ring, the people I’ve hurt over the years, do I really deserve to keep having my children torn from me?
I sit here, alone….like I always do, surrounded by my trophies, my championships, my shining moments of my career, and I can’t even bare to look at them. For everything I’ve done in that ring, y personal life has suffered. For everyone I’ve helped train and bring through the ranks, my family has paid the price. Do they deserve to be treated the way they are? Do they deserve to be the ones to pay the price for my sins?
The sins of the father….
It’s true, isn’t it Dad?
You fucked my life up from the very beginning, and all I’ve been doing since then is treading water. Trying to float, trying to keep my head up, and keep going…..nobody could take what I’ve been through, not a single person on our roster could do so, not a single person in this business could….but I used it, it fueled me, I took the ball and I ran. I became a legend around the world, but I always had that nagging doubt that it was because if you old man. No matter what you did, and how you did it….you prepared me for this, but nothing on this planet could prepare me for losing my boys…
Not Zell…
And not Xander…
On the same fucking day, you have to be kidding me.
I tilt the whiskey bottle to my mouth and take the biggest sip I can, it’s almost gone, but that doesn’t bother me…..I’ve got shit loads more where there came from.
I just sit here in the dark, wondering what I could have possibly done different. Everything was going so well, everything was so happy, my boy was living the life I’d been denied for so long, he had friends, he had a family that loved him…..even the boys backstage took time out to hang around with him…..
How could this have happened?
How could I have been so dumb?
….why did I allow her to keep a gun in my fucking house?
I almost killed Johnny Gillmen….
Something in me just snapped, and I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to beat him, to hurt him, like it was all his fault….but I know it’s not, it never was.
It’s all her fault.
The fresh bottle of whiskey in my hand makes the soothing sound as I pop it open, and throw the lid down on the floor, amongst several others, and empty bottles too. I’m back in my dungeon, my personal prison, and it’s dark. Just how I want it.
I let that bitch back into my life, let her sink her claws into me and make me weak…..all because I wanted my son back in my life. If I’d have known what would have happened, I’d have never even tried….I’d rather keep my son at arms length and him be alive than…...than this…
I drink some more whiskey, I know it isn’t right, and I know it shits all over everything Brad stood for, but it’s the only thing that numbs the pain.
I lost my brother and my son within weeks of each other…...yet I’m expected to just deal with it, get on with my life, go out there and perform for them fucking assholes!? Half of them wouldn’t even have a job if it wasn’t for me, and do I get even an ounce of respect!? No….they’re all happy to jump on the band wagon and diss me, call me every name under the sun….when I’m not around, but shut their fucking mouths the moment I enter the room…..
But what is it all worth?
I have nobody to enjoy my career with anymore…..
I miss my son, I want my fucking son back.
I’d kill everybody in my path to get him back, and I mean that with every ounce of strength and venom in my bones. Especially her….it’s all her fault, and I’ll never forgive her, not for one fucking moment. What she went through was rough, I get that….but she brought that gun into my house, she brought that weapon into our house….and left it somewhere where he could find it! How could she!?
HOW COULD SHE!?
I barely even feel the bottle leave my hand before it shatters against the wall. I feel the emtion burning within me, I want to fight, I want to hurt someone, just to get it out of my system, but I know I can’t, I know that there is nothing I can do…...nothing anybody can do….he’s gone…
He’s gone….
The door creaks open, and sunlight glares down on me. I move to get out of the way, grumbling, before I see him standing there. The only person who understands what I’m going through, the only person who knows it could have been his kid that day too….fuck, I feel so responsible, I feel horrible, because he could have lost his kid too….and neither of them should have been in that situation. I rise to my feet and approach him.
“R-r-rob…”
There are no words. He opens his arms, and I embrace him. My friend. My partner. My brother. I need him more now than ever before.
Despite the things I’ve done in the ring, the people I’ve hurt over the years, do I really deserve to keep having my children torn from me?
I sit here, alone….like I always do, surrounded by my trophies, my championships, my shining moments of my career, and I can’t even bare to look at them. For everything I’ve done in that ring, y personal life has suffered. For everyone I’ve helped train and bring through the ranks, my family has paid the price. Do they deserve to be treated the way they are? Do they deserve to be the ones to pay the price for my sins?
The sins of the father….
It’s true, isn’t it Dad?
You fucked my life up from the very beginning, and all I’ve been doing since then is treading water. Trying to float, trying to keep my head up, and keep going…..nobody could take what I’ve been through, not a single person on our roster could do so, not a single person in this business could….but I used it, it fueled me, I took the ball and I ran. I became a legend around the world, but I always had that nagging doubt that it was because if you old man. No matter what you did, and how you did it….you prepared me for this, but nothing on this planet could prepare me for losing my boys…
Not Zell…
And not Xander…
On the same fucking day, you have to be kidding me.
I tilt the whiskey bottle to my mouth and take the biggest sip I can, it’s almost gone, but that doesn’t bother me…..I’ve got shit loads more where there came from.
I just sit here in the dark, wondering what I could have possibly done different. Everything was going so well, everything was so happy, my boy was living the life I’d been denied for so long, he had friends, he had a family that loved him…..even the boys backstage took time out to hang around with him…..
How could this have happened?
How could I have been so dumb?
….why did I allow her to keep a gun in my fucking house?
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My client is going through arguably the worst time of his life right now.
Spike Kane has been nothing but an asset to this company the minute he signed his name on his contract. For that, you’d expect him to be treated a lot better than how he has been. Who decided that a grieving father should return to work after only a week off?
This is one of the reasons why he signed with me.
The way the roster are treated sometimes is downright despicable, but alas, Mr Kane is a legend in this business, and when I came to him with such a great contract offering, he was more than happy to sign up, to become a part of MY House, and he’s done great for us. Spike has always been there when the House needed him, and in turn, the House has always been there for him. These are not a group of friends just looking out for each other, they are hands down, the best wrestlers in the business today. I know talent when I see it, and that is why I signed the men that I have. The past, the future, and the present, all under one house…
All the IWF Men’s champion all reside within the house, does that not say enough, or do you need me to say more?
What we saw two weeks ago was just a flash of what is going through the mind of the God of Xtreme right now. Spike Kane was a dangerous man before, now he’s lost his second son? He’s become that much more dangerous, and you want to throw him into the ring against JFK and his little Rednecks?
Are you asking for careers to be ended?
Spike Kane and Rob Diamond are InFamous, the most feared, and respected tag team in this business, to the point where they killed off the IWF Tag Team Division, and it was only a rivalry between themselves that saw their title reign end…..they were undefeated, and do you really think that the Rednecks have a chance against them?
Just look at the accolades of both men, and tell me they stand a chance
I’ll laugh in your face.
We have dominated this company from the moment we started, every time people try to stand up they get knocked the hell down and sent packing. Tell me, how have KIWA done so far against the House?
Pretty sure we’re standing tall on that one, so don’t bet it all boys…
Because the House Always Wins.
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I almost killed Johnny Gillmen….
Something in me just snapped, and I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to beat him, to hurt him, like it was all his fault….but I know it’s not, it never was.
It’s all her fault.
The fresh bottle of whiskey in my hand makes the soothing sound as I pop it open, and throw the lid down on the floor, amongst several others, and empty bottles too. I’m back in my dungeon, my personal prison, and it’s dark. Just how I want it.
I let that bitch back into my life, let her sink her claws into me and make me weak…..all because I wanted my son back in my life. If I’d have known what would have happened, I’d have never even tried….I’d rather keep my son at arms length and him be alive than…...than this…
I drink some more whiskey, I know it isn’t right, and I know it shits all over everything Brad stood for, but it’s the only thing that numbs the pain.
I lost my brother and my son within weeks of each other…...yet I’m expected to just deal with it, get on with my life, go out there and perform for them fucking assholes!? Half of them wouldn’t even have a job if it wasn’t for me, and do I get even an ounce of respect!? No….they’re all happy to jump on the band wagon and diss me, call me every name under the sun….when I’m not around, but shut their fucking mouths the moment I enter the room…..
But what is it all worth?
I have nobody to enjoy my career with anymore…..
I miss my son, I want my fucking son back.
I’d kill everybody in my path to get him back, and I mean that with every ounce of strength and venom in my bones. Especially her….it’s all her fault, and I’ll never forgive her, not for one fucking moment. What she went through was rough, I get that….but she brought that gun into my house, she brought that weapon into our house….and left it somewhere where he could find it! How could she!?
HOW COULD SHE!?
I barely even feel the bottle leave my hand before it shatters against the wall. I feel the emtion burning within me, I want to fight, I want to hurt someone, just to get it out of my system, but I know I can’t, I know that there is nothing I can do…...nothing anybody can do….he’s gone…
He’s gone….
The door creaks open, and sunlight glares down on me. I move to get out of the way, grumbling, before I see him standing there. The only person who understands what I’m going through, the only person who knows it could have been his kid that day too….fuck, I feel so responsible, I feel horrible, because he could have lost his kid too….and neither of them should have been in that situation. I rise to my feet and approach him.
“R-r-rob…”
There are no words. He opens his arms, and I embrace him. My friend. My partner. My brother. I need him more now than ever before.
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This match will barely be able to be called as such. This will be a mauling. The gentlemen in my employ have more power, more skill, more training, more charisma….they are better in every single way. KIWA like to stand there and talk tough, but not once have they delivered on their claims, not once have they followed through on their words…..whereas my men? They’ve done everything they set out to do.
We hold the Invictus Championship.
We hold the Man of Steel Championship.
And we hold the Imperial Championship.
You can bet your bottom dollar we’d own the tag team championships if they were re-instated too. We are a dominant force, one that people still do not take seriously, and look how it affects you all….week after week you talk us down, but week after week we are the ones standing tall. You have your Mike Laszlo’s trying to make a name for themselves by standing against us, your Andrew Jacobsens, and your Nighthawks, trying to fight a losing battle, but at the end of the day?
The House stands tall.
Call us what you will, your barbs don’t affect us. What we talk about, we back up in the ring, time and time again. Whether we take your gold, one by one, or we destroy your heroes, one by one. We remain at the top of this company. These men have found themselves under my employ, we have a singular goal, and we’re achieving it night after night. You all should be thankful…
The fans who come to see the House of Howlett, are paying your wages.
So sling your mud, call me a whore, call my men whatever you wish, because it never helps your case. We rise above, and deliver where you all fail to ever. Single. Week. This time KIWA finally get what they want, they finally get to fight against the House of Howlett, and my men? They’ll put them down once again, JFK will lose this battle just like he did to Noah, and Spike before him….listen closely KIWA, because at Sacrifice you’ll remember to be careful what you wish for….
Because you just might get it.
Well howdy there pardner.