BAMF!

[Ghost Spike]

Lineage is in the books and whereas the war to retain these tag team championships will never truly be over, Rob and I emerge from the battle victorious. Once again we backed our words up and delivered exactly what we said we would do. We took Criminal Intent seriously, and we brought them to the brink, before ironically turning the tables on them and seemingly causing them to implode. Cyrus Daniels and Stephen Kingsley did something that nobody else has done so far in IWF, they posed a threat to defeating InFamous, they spent the month hitting us on the ropes, and just when everybody thought they were reeling in for the knockout punch, Rob and I took it to the next level, and we emerged still the undefeated tag team champions of the world.

I’m more proud of that than most people realise.

But Lineage’s spotlight was stolen from us, Rob and I had our moment, we brought Kingsley crashing down and all but ended his career, but the limelight was stolen by Jessica Reed....who was then ultimately shown up by everybodies loveable punching bag. The literal whipping boy.....and a young guy who I’ve seen develop from his very first day in this business.....a kid I like to think of as a good friend of mine...

Joe Everyman became the first ever Imperial Champion.

I was shocked, amazed, happy, and proud. I don’t harbour any ill feelings towards losing that spotlight, I don’t feel like I’ve been overshadowed by a less important division.....instead, I am simply happy for my friend, and to you Joe Everyman, I raise a glass.

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Big bad Lex, we face off in yet another tag team incarnation. I could be wrong here, and lord knows I’ve taken enough shots to the head to have my own fair share of memory loss.....but I’m not quite sure we’ve ever faced off one on one, but we have had tag team matches, all sorts of incarnations. One thing though, sticks in my mind.

You cost me my clean victory over Angel.

I know, I harbor a weird kind of grudge right? I was pissed at you for so long because of that. You came down and interfered and it postponed that little feud I had with Angel that much longer. Who was better, Spike or Angel....nobody knew because we never got a proper resolution of that, of course until nCw announced it was closing it’s doors.....and I chose to face Angel in my final match at nCw, in a Dragon’s Den no less. I emerged victorious Lex, like I always knew I would, like I always do. In the end it doesn’t matter what monster stands across from me, be it Xander Famularo, or be it Angel, or hell be it the Ultra Violent Jack Manson....I perservere, I’m smart, I fight to my strengths and I use my brain.

Something that you don’t exactly seem to bothered about.

Hell, I could go on and on about the blood feud you had with Brad and that slut Megan, but to be honest? I don’t really give a crap. You found a way to get into my brothers head and cause him to lose his shit and go all “Reckless Jack” and I applaud that, kudos, welcome to the club. It’s fun isn’t it? You can really get a good workout out of that guy, and he used to put on some great matches. It’s a shame his career is finally over, but we’re not here to talk about my brother are we.

It’s the monster.

I’ll admit Lex, I bought into your crap. I drank the cool-aid. I thought that here was a monster that could come and tear everybody down. Here was someone who couldn’t be stopped by anybody, except....he was stopped. He was stopped several times. I’m not denying your skill Lex, I’m not denying your ability....hell, I’m not even denying that you are a scary ass mother trucker. I’m just not buying the infallible routine anymore. The big bad mighty Lex Sense, the driving force behind EverySense.....

Let it slip when it mattered.

You lost out to the guy who everyone looked down on. You lost out to the guy who everyone used as a definition of a lifetime mid-carder. The federation’s punching bag, the punchline to every joke. You lost out to a man that you had made plainly clear was inferior to you. When it really mattered, when you had the chance to etch your name into the history books for all time.....you revealed to the world that Joe brought more to EverySense than you ever gave him credit for. You proved to the world Lex...

That you were the weak link.

You had that chance to reach up and claim the glory like Rob and I did in our very first attempt. It was within your grasp, and you failed Lex. That is something you will have to live with for the rest of your days, especially this week when you stand across from us on the same side of the very man who beat you for that championship. And we’re all supposed to pretend that EverySense is back and alive for one night only? Or hell, are you guys gonna have a swing at our belts? Do you think you have what it takes to remove the championship gold from around our waists, from our cold dead fingers?

Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.

I view you as a challenge Lex, I always have, and I probably always will, but this isn’t the man I wanted to fight. I didn’t want the guy who loses and praises the victor, I didn’t want the guy who is happy that his bestest friend finally won the big one. I wanted the monster, I wanted the guy who nearly killed my brother. I want the test Lex...we’ve taken out two in the form of Criminal Intent, and now I’ve seemingly got the taste for it. So step on up Lex and swing for the god damn fences, because this is our chance to steal the limelight....and we’re foaming at the mouth.

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We rejoin Spike and Rob on their road trip detour in San Francisco, just as Spike’s RV is being dragged out of the water. Spike is not looking too happy, but Rob is quite pleased with himself.

Spike: You know, you could have at least asked Loki to help move the RV.

Rob has his head tilted trying to smack the water out of his ears.

Rob: He’s busy!

Spike: And we’re busy too! We’ve got shit to do Rob...

Spike stops talking when he feels the hairs on his skin tickle a little, he turns around from Rob, and Rob stops looking like a dolt for just one second before....BAMF! With a cloud of purple smoke and a nasty smell of sulfer....Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler, the blue furred X-Man appears right next to Spike and Rob. Spike’s eyes goes bright wide and he looks like he’s about to lose his shit when Rob shouts out.

Rob: Holy crap! Where’d you BAMF from?

Spike: Wait, BAMF is a thing?

Rob: Yeah it’s a way easier way of saying that somebody has teleported. So....y’know, he BAMF’d here.

Nightcrawler has stood there during this brief conversation as Spike and Rob don’t seem to really react the way he expected them to, probably because they had just ramsacked Atlantis.....but not the Marvel Atlantis....the DC one.....yeah, it’s confusing, just accept it.

Nightcrawler: Ah mein fruend. I am afraid zhat zhe time has come zhat zhe X-Men once again require your aid. It seems zhat zhe sentinels where not completely destroyed as Trask had promised....and Cyclops has called for all hands on deck. Cerebro informed us zhat you where in zhe vicinity, so I vas tasked to bring you in.

Rob stands there looking slightly dumbfounded as all of this seems to be going over his head, but Spike has his arms folded, with one hand resting on his chin as he seems to be thinking deeply about Nightcrawlers words.

Rob: I’m an X-Men....Man? Men? X-Man?

Nightcrawler: Ah, not you mein freund, ve request zhe help of zhe one known as Spike Kane.

Spike: It’s cool. Rob is with me.....he has his uses trust me, just think of him as my.....

Spike turns to Rob and flashes a grin at him before raising his eyebrows and then lowering them quickly.

Spike: Sidekick!

Nightcrawler: Good zhen it is settled. I vill take you to Utopia vhere ve can get zhis issue over.

Spike nods to Kurt but Rob steps forwards and puts a hand on Spike’s arm, stopping them from going anywhere.

Rob: You going to fill me in?

Spike: Oh yeah....something else I forgot to tell you....

Spike brings his arms across his chest in an X and flexes and....

SNIKT!!!



Out pop three adamantium claws in each hand. Spike smirks as Rob looks amazed, before Nightcrawler grabs both men and once again, in another cloud of purple smoke and sulfur....BAMF! They’re gone.

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God. Freaking. Damn.

Joe Everyman is the first ever Imperial Champion. I gotta say Joe, the smile on my face is starting to hurt. I sat there backstage and watched with some of the old guard, and we were willing it to happen Joe. I’m sure some of us were just as happy as you were when the bell finally rang. Congratulations buddy, you finally made it to that level you’ve been fighting towards for so damn long Joe.....the struggle, it’s over. You finally made it.

Kudos kid, you really deserve it.

But this is where the hard work begins.

I’m not going to mince words with you Joe. You and I, we’ve done this dance far too many times to play with the fake words and the pretend niceties. You know damn well that I’ve always believed in you, that I’ve always said you were capable of great things. I pushed you, a lot of the time in a more unconventional method....like I did with The Ace, and the Brothers Holland. I’ve been there when you’ve been at your lowest, at your worst....and I’m still here now when you finally reach the pinnacle of your career, but I’m not being funny Joe....everything you’ve been through up until this point? It pales into comparison to what you have to come.

You have the biggest target in the company on your back.

Every Tom, Dick, and Asshole with a self entitled opinion will be clambering and clawing to get to you. They’ll think of you as an easy target because of your past Joe, and you can’t exactly say that it doesn’t present that image. I know you have it in you to keep going, to keep that belt around your waist for as long as you can....but I do the one thing that you tell people not to do.

I question your heart.

You see my logic is this Joe, THIS is what you are capable of. It’s what you’ve always been capable of. The problem with you, is your consistency. You’ll bring it hard for a little while, and then fade away, you’ll lose interest, and it translates into the ring dude. It shows when you go out there and you don’t perform to your highest level every week. It’s something you gotta do now week in and week out. There are no excuses Joe....every week you’ll be forced to push harder, and every week you’ll find yourself going to new levels.

Like this week, we have one of the greatest tag teams of nCw in EverySense taking on the best tag team to ever step foot in IWF in InFamous.....aswell as having Tifa Heafy and Ayla St. James thrown into the mix, why it’s quite a barn burner.....but it’ll be a test for you Joe.....on more than one level. Can you hack it against InFamous? The undefeated tag team champions? Can you really trust Lex Sense? I know for a fact if you’d just beaten me for the World Championship when everyone thought I was a shoe in.....I’d be pissed, and you’d be my instrument of venitng.

Regardless Joe....I mean it, I’m happy for you brother.

But we’re not going to roll over for you.

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We open up on the serene San Fransisco Bay, the waves crashing softly around the boats and the large floating mutant refuge of Utopia....wait....what!?

BAMF!

With another purple cloud of smoke and sulfer Nightcrawler, Spike-orine, and Rob Diamond appear on the the floating city just as two giant sentinels start to fly over. Spike-orine nods to Nightcrawler and the two BAMF! into the the air.

Nightcrawler: Just like old times mein fruend.

Spike: A modified fastball special coming up, let’s do this elf!

Kurt let’s go and BAMF!’s off to safety whilst Spike-orine hurtles towards one of the sentinels claws out, diving right into it’s eyes and slicing them out. The sentinel loses it’s balances and starts to fly towards the ground, whilst Spike-orine hacks and slashes at the exposed circuitry. The sentinel speeds to the ground and starts to flame just before it crashes. Spike-orine jumps off at the last minute, drawing his claws back in and landing one one knee with one fist on the ground.

Spike: Eat that Tony Stark!

Rob: Spike...I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!

Spike: There are some secrets that we keep bro....I never felt you needed to know, but when you did, I told you. We’re family bud.

Rob: Then I guess I should come clean too....

Spike: Wait, what?

And just like that Rob phases through the now destroyed sentinel in an extremely similar way to that of the X-Men member Kitty Pryde.

Rob: Why do you think Freya never caught me perving?

Spike: Wait..how did you?

Rob: Remember when we were here last? I hooked up with a chick called Kitty.....think it’s some kind of sexually transmitted disease...but dude.....totally worth it.

Rob does that douchebag grin that he does, and Spike smirks along before attemping a bro fist that goes wrong because Rob is still uncorporeal. Spike shudders.

Spike: Never do that again....

Rob: Ok, my turn....

Rob starts running up through thin air, using the powers that Kitty Pryde seemingly gave to him through sex as she charges towards the other sentinel, with ease Rob simply phases through the sentinels head which brings it flying down to a huge crash in the water. Within seconds Rob glides back down to the ground and folds his arms looking at Spike with a grin.

Spike: Nice job.

“Hey, guys! That was amazing!”

Off from the side we hear a voice, and that is when the famous leader of the X-Men steps out from the shadows, Scott Summers, Cyclops.

Cyclops: I’m so glad you showed up, we were short handed and we really needed some hel-

Cyclops is cut off by Spike shooting his claws in his right hand into Cyclops’ right leg and Rob phasing his left hand through Cyclops’ left leg. Just then a grinning Nightcrawler appears on the top of Cyclops’ shoulders with yet another BAMF!

Nightcrawler: Ah mein gutt Scott. I found zhem, and brought zhem to do vhat you could not. And now with you out of zhe picture, zhe X-Men will finally move into zhe next stage of evelotion.

Rob: Wait....you two hate him too?

Spike: Yeah, I can’t stand the boy scout.

Nightcrawler: Well I am actually not from zhis dimensions. I am from zhe place where Apocalypse ascended.....the Age of Apocalypse....I just vhant to prevent zhat from hapening here, and zhis coward vould not help. Danke InFamous, I could not have done it withzout your help.

Spike: Just a days work in the life of the tag team champions!

Nightcralwer leaps off of Cyclops’ shoulders and does a flip, grabbing Spike and Rob before BAMF! taking them back to their RV and leaving them there. The RV had been parked nicely and kept off the road, but a car was parked near it. Spike seemed confused and walked over, where he saw Christian Gardner waiting for him.

Christian: Before you break my nose again.....I didn’t want to do this...

Spike doesn’t say anything as he holds out his hand to Christian who hands over an envelope to him, Rob comes marching over as Spike opens the envelope and his facial expression drops.

Rob: Wassup buddy?

Spike turns to look at Rob with a dire look on his face, his arms flopped at his side.

Spike: Aly want’s a divorce.....

Rob: Damn.

End.

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Tifa.....I can’t really say much to you, because if I did Freya would kill me. But god damn don’t call me Spikey! Not on national tv. I have a rep to uphold, y’know? I got a lot of respect for ya kid. You’ve got pep, I’ll give you that, and you’ve been trained incredibly well.

Us Kane’s have our way.

You’re a part of that legacy now, whether you realise it or not. What you need to learn though, is that I’m the one who started that legacy. I am the one who made that name mean anything, and I’ll be the one who has the lasting effect on the world.....well, unless Christopher pulls a world title out of his ass within the next six months.

We are damn good at what we do.

Now I don’t mean to infere that you aren’t, quite the contrary I’ve been impressed with how you’ve handled yourself since you debuted here. I can see big things in store for you, but I promise you that Ayla St. James isn’t somebody to overlook. Ayla is one of the greatest female wrestlers I’ve ever come across, so you need to be on your game, because one slight mistake....

Ayla will pounce.

As for Ayla herself? Call me.....I need to talk to you about Alysson.