Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 4, 2017 22:41:35 GMT
These kinds of matches are a spectacle, once in a lifetime for so many people, so many members of the roster, for many rosters across the business. Their one shot, one chance to make a desperate blaze for glory, to reach for the ultimate prize…..but like so many people who have come and gone in the twenty years gone since I decided to lace up my boots…..they’ve all failed, why? Because they fail to realise something seriously important, something drastically integral to this business, something that can make you or break you, something that very few people have realised and that is why the same people remain in the upper echelon here in IWF time after time…
It only takes one match to make you a legend.
Eleven years ago I was considered a rookie, I mean they were wrong, naive and stupid, stuck in there ways. I probably felt then the way some of you feel about a lot of the IWF roster, but I was determined to prove them wrong, I’d loitered around the United States championship level, constantly being told I’d never be the “top dog” but I was determined to prove them wrong. I was Spike Kane, I’d been given the moniker the “God of Xtreme” I’d earned it through blood, sweat, and the broken bones of my enemies, and it was time for me to really step up my competition, and I did. I walked into the XHF Rumble as an underdog, and I walked out as a newly minited main eventer. I never looked back after that day, I became a true world champion, on a level I’d never been before then, a year after that….ten years ago to be exact….Reckless Jack entered my life….
Brad….
Shit…...ten years ago Brad walked back into my life and turned it upside down, revealed everything to me, shattered every perception I had and broke what sanity I had. He walked out of that Rumble as the winner, and what did I do to congratulate him? I broke him and took the title away from him? Then what did I do? ...well….I stumbled upon a humble little abode known as New Championship Wrestling, and I took that championship and half the damn roster with me, and found a new home, the rest….as they say, is history.
The mirroring isn’t lost on me though.
Brad turned my life upside down again, but this time….by leaving my life, and what a fucking domino effect it had. Eleven years ago I won the XHF Rumble, the December before that I lost my son Zell….
That can’t be a coincidence…..
Or am I grasping at straws?
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Spike Kane donning simply a pair of training shorts, with a bottle of beer in his hand was heading towards his den, his trophy room, his training room, his only solace from the world as of late when he found a note on the floor. A simple envelope, with a confused look he bent down to pick it up, and unfolded it….it was from Bob….and he wondered how long it had been there. When was the last time Pooler had been in his house? ...it must have been the funeral, it must have been the day they buried his son…..right then, Spike closed his eyes as the pain of losing Xander took him once more.
“My name is Bob Allen Pooler, and I’m the fastest man alive…..”
He ran through the streets of Central City, not that you could see him of course, all you could see was a red and yellow blur, often described as a lightning bolt. He was The Flash, and he loved his job, his calling. He was a hero, and he truly loved helping those in need, to the point that his daytime job was as a crime scene investigator. He hated having to have one, having to maintain some kind of double life to keep his identity secret, if Bob could have had it his way, he would have been The Flash full time, but if he did have to have a job? Then he would have one that would help people too. The events of the past few years had taken a toll though, Superman had been pushing his agenda on the world, and though some people thought his methods were extreme, like Batman, the results couldn’t be argued with…..crime had gone down, way down. To the point that Bob hardly ever had to do anything in Central City anymore. It didn’t bother him too much though, it just freed him up to go elsewhere, and elsewhere was exactly what was on the agenda today. Spike and Jessica, Superman and Wonder Woman had specifically asked him to accompany him to Australia, an uprising of sorts was starting there and they wanted him to go with them, and boy was he proud to be a part of such company.
“Flash, how long until you can meet us? ...there is a protest in Australia and it is getting out of hand. Superman and I are almost there.”
Jessica’s voice came in through, she sounded worried but Flash was confident. He knew people, and he knew that once he saw three high ranking Justice League members, they’d disperce. He’d be there in no time at all, and he told her as such. It didn’t take him long at all. Gillborg had given him the co-ordinates, and as he sped across the water - which by the way, was an incredibly feeling all by itself, he wondered what kind of reaction he would get when he showed up, but he didn’t expect what he saw when he got there. Spike was stood with his arms folded, anger etched upon his face, with Jessica stood by his side, trying to get them to calm down. The people were angry, didn’t they get it? They were trying to stop wars. Not any in particular war, but all wars!
“I’m going to ask you to leave!”
[Who the hell was this guy!?”]
“I am Braxton, these are my people, and this is my home, you don’t belong here. Now leave!”
Bob was stunned by the brass on the kid. He was dressed in some gold like power armour, and he had the balls to step up to both Spike and Jess. He looked like some kind of hero, at least here, but he wasn’t on any radar he was aware of. Spike took a noticeable breath inwards like he was about to say something when the kid activated some kind of boost on his boots, and before he could act both Superman and Wonder Woman moved forward and slammed the kid right into the concrete. Bob knew he was crippled before the kid felt the impact.
“Bob….”
[Oh shit…I better get an ambulance”
“My name is Bob Allen Pooler…..and I’m the fastest man alive….”
“Bob, this is Batman, I’ve sent you some co-ordinates….trust me, I’ve already called an ambulance”
The Flash took one last look at the poor kid and ran right to the place Batman wanted him to see where he was met by a scientist. Flash was almost numb by what he’d just seen, the scientist seemed so happy to show off the facility to someone from the Justice League, but most of his words just washed off of Bob’s back, he didn’t understand why Batman wanted him to see this place, until the scientist showed him Braxton’s room….he was engineered here….and all over the room were pictures of heroes, Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Nighthawk, Gillborg, and right in the center there was a photograph of Braxton smiling with him…..Bob Allen Pooler with his arm around the kid. He’d wanted to be a hero just like the rest of them. Bob took the picture off the wall and grabbed it, a tear formed at the corner of his eye and then he did the only thing he could at a moment he could at a time like this.
Run.
“My name is Bob Allen Pooler…..and I’m the fastest man alive…..but I just stood there and watched. Maybe…...maybe I’m on the wrong side after all”
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Every single person in this match is going to tell you that they are going to win, that they are going to go to Night of Immortals and become the Imperial Champion, but me? Well, my end goal is the same….but I’m not going to sit here and tell you I’m going to win….no, not that way, you see, my goal is different….I’m going to destroy every single person in my way. Over the last few months I’ve had everything taken from me, everything I care about has been taken from me, except for the one thing that has ever meant anything to me….and that is wrestling, because say what you want about me, love me, hate me, fucking apathy…..it doesn’t matter…
I’m the best there is at what I do.
There are twenty nine people entering this roulette, twenty nine people who have absolutely no idea what is coming their way. They think that a date with destiny is in store for them, but they have no clue that a heavy dose of reality is what is really coming. When a man really has nothing else left to lose, he has no boundaries, no limits, no restraints, and there is nothing on this planet that can stand in my way. You may have your favourites, your Steve Awesomes, your Mike Laszlos, your dark horses like your Bob Poolers or your The Nighthawks…..maybe even Andrew Jacobsen….but it doesn’t matter….I will break them all, I will take every single one of them and end their careers if I have to. I won’t stop until there is a pile of bodies left at the side of the ring and only one is left standing, only one reigns supreme, that of the God of Steel…
I have nothing else.
They say that a man with nothing left to live for is capable of anything, what if that man is already the most dangerous man within the squared circle? It spells disaster for every little bastard in that ring, and I don’t care what cause you’re fighting for, I don’t care what dream you think you have, I don’t care what vendetta you may have….I’ll take you out with a clear conscience, I’ll throw your ass out and smile while doing it….because I’m Spike fucking Kane, and I answer to no-one. Be it first, or last, I don’t care what my entry number is, and I don’t care how many of you I have to go through, I’ll do it, and I’ll do it with fucking glee….because it will be pure chaos, and chaos is my playground, chaos is my bread and butter, and after twenty god damned years? I’ve become a pro…..carnage is something I thrive off of, and if you don’t believe me, just look at the trail of carnage I’ve left since I stepped up my game and became the God of Steel..
Look at the bodies I’ve left in my wake…
When was the last time you saw Johnny Gillmen in an IWF ring?
Ask Andrew Jacobsen if he can pick anything off the floor without groaning in pain.
When do you think you’ll see Falcon again, if ever?
I am not a man to fuck with.
This is my year IWF, I’m telling you now, get out of my way or pay the fucking price….I won’t warn you again. I am going to break you, I am going to destroy you, and I’m going to do it with reckless abandon, because not a single one of you mean anything to me, not a single one of you are a speck on my radar…..
All.
Bloody.
Hail.
Well howdy there pardner.