Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 12, 2017 22:39:30 GMT
What do I have to do before you people realise what I’m truly capable of? Every week I stand here and I make what you people feel are veiled threats, but I deem them to be promises. I tell my opponents exactly what is in store for them, yet they walk to that ring willingly, they ignore what I have to say they choose not to believe what I say, they choose not to believe the evidence laid out before them, the broken bodies that lay in my wake…..the fallen that lay in the path they choose to walk…
Falcon…
Andrew Jacobsen…
Johnny Gillmen…
To name but a few…
Yet week after week, soembody walks out and tries to talk down the “myth” of the God of Steel, the God of Xtreme, the Spike One, as if the things I’ve done, and the things I continue to do actually havent happened. Like, if they pretend hard enough I might just disappear. Well, pretend all you like IWF….the fearful House of Howlett might have crumbled and become a bastardised version of what it once was, but I genuinely couldn’t give a fuck about that, me?
I’m Spike Fucking Kane.
It’s going to take a lot more than wishes and prayers to take me down, and the current crop? They just don’t have what it takes to do that. I am the most violent man this company, scratch that, this business, has ever seen. I took this championship, this belt that was squandered amongst the ranks of lesser beings, and raised it high above them all, I gave it meaning, I made it worth something….I brought prestige to this championship….
I made this championship worth chasing, and now look at them all flock to be the one to dethrone me….but it won’t happen, not anytime soon…
My finish line is drawing nearer though, it’s within eye shot...and once I break that fucking record?
All bets are off.
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We open up outside the Boston mansion of Spike Kane, there is a moving truck parked at the bottom of the drive way with the shutter door open, at the back of the truck are Spike Kane himself, and Rob Diamond. Spike and Rob are lifting the last few boxes onto the truck when Rob stops to look back at the house.
Rob Diamond: ….are you sure about this man? I mean….this is your home dude, it has been for a long time.
Spike doesn’t lose a step, placing a few boxes up on the truck as he talks to Rob.
Spike Kane: Yeah man, I can’t stay here anymore. Too many memories, too much pain…..and you are my family, so it’s yours. You and Hope, make it your own, do what you want….
Rob Diamond: Spike, I can’t just-
At that moment something falls from one of the boxes to the floor. Both men lean down to pick it up, it’s then we see it’s a comic book, a DC comic book featuring Superman fighting Bizarro Superman.
Rob Diamond: Hey...I remember giving this to you…
But a white blur comes across Spike’s eyes, and we transition, to another time, and another world….
The wind blew through his hair as he flew through the sky, the sensation made him smile. He didn’t know why, but he like it, it made him happy. It was something that he liked to do, smile, that it. As he flew around the city, he could see his reflection in the sky scrapers, the smiling face looking back at him, the bright “S” emblazoned upon his chest…..he was Superman, and he was the man everyone looked up to. His perfect hair, his perfect smile, his perfect grey skin. He was superman.
“Help me! Help me!”
He heard the voice of the woman calling out down below, some men were trying to steal her things. He would stop them, those were not their things, they should not be taking them. He would stop them. He was Superman! He stopped mid-air to adjust his trajectory, his smile now replaced with a grimace, he bolted downwards towards the would be robbers, but unlike the Man of Steel, he didn’t slow down. No, this ….man, if he could be called that, plowed into one of the robbers, absolutely crushing him into the pavement. The woman begins to scream as the other robber stares wide eyed at the splattered remains of his partner.
“W-w-what did you do!?”
He stands up, his grimace replaced with a smirk, he points to his chest now, looking down at the “S” only now realising it’s backwards.
“Am Superman. Am save girl!”
“YOU’RE A MONSTER!”
The woman screamed as she tried to run away, at that moment a great green wall built itself around him, the robber himself ends up with a nice pair of emerald green handcuffs on him, as Hal Jaocbsen appears in the sky. He lands near the wall and approaches talking to the “man” inside.
“I can’t believe what you’ve become….you were once a man, Ryan.”
“Me Ryan?”
“Yes. Ryan Shane”
“Shame?”
“Yes. You are a shame. Take this Bizarro back to the prison Green Lantern, I’ll clean up here.”
Superman had arrived, usually his appearance would have filled the people around them with hope, instead….the fear remained, but this man, this Bizarro, he looked at Superman with a hatred, he looked at him with a desire almost…..as if he was a pale reflection of the man that stood before him, the man he wanted to be…..
Oh how fitting it was that this delusion we share this week fit so well.
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I’m genuinely torn going into this Open Fight Night, and I find that pretty hilarious. I mean, on one hand Ryan Shane had the absolute balls to call me out, to challenge me, of all people after only just coming back to IWF, after barely shaking off any ring rust he might actually have. Then, on the other….I don’t think he actually knows who the fuck he’s getting in the ring with this week...I mean, let me just set the scene for you here...and I quote…
“@rightnowryan Man of Steel is right up my alley. I'll dispatch the new guy quickly this week so I'm in top shape. Get well soon Spike. “
I might not be the smartest guy in the game….but “the new guy” isn’t something I’ve been called in a very, VERY, long time. Now, I mean, this could just be some ploy by Shane to try and get under my skin. Undermine my role here in IWF as the first Imperial Champion to ever actually matter, to ever actually make an impact in this company, as one half of the UNDEFEATED tag team champions, and the current, reigning, and defending Man of Steel Champion….YOUR, God of Steel. A man who has made Shane’s championship reign look like a fucking joke. It’s be pretty funny, but I genuinely don’t think that Ryan Shane has the smarts to pull that off, I mean, after all this the guy who spoke up about wanting to fight the winner of myself and JFK for the Man of Steel Championship after he lost his championship…
TO A WOMAN…
….and then disappeared.
Oh, he blames health issues, don’t we all. He also lost to Falcon too, didn’t he? You know, the guy who’s career I pretty much ended two weeks ago? The guy I powerbombed off of a fucking balcony? Yeah...you couldn’t go with him Shane, you couldn’t go with him however many months ago when you were in your “prime” so what makes you think you can go with me right now when I’m at my most destructive!? What makes you think you have what it takes to go one on one with a REAL Man of Steal? A man who brings REAL prestige to this championship? The thing is Shane, I’ve heard you’ve been running your mouth ever since you’ve been back….talking shit about how the quality of champions has dropped ever since you left...and you know what?
It did.
Addysin Starr was a fucking joke.
JFK, never should have held this championship.
So I stepped in. I took this belt. I became the IWF Man of Steel Champion, and I raised this belt up to where it once was, higher than you ever could have brought it, and made it a championship that people wanted, that people would work for, that people genuinely wanted to earn…..because it came with pride. It wasn’t something that could be won with a cheap victory, it wasn’t something that could be won with such a throaway match….it was something won through blood, sweat, and pure fucking violence. Now you have the cheek to stand there and insult what I have done? Insult what I’ve earned, and the legacy I have built around this championship?
…...you deserve everything that is coming your way come Sacrifice Ryan Shane…..
I’ve had a reputation for leaving bodies in my wake long before I became Man of Steel Champion, hell, long before I came to IWF, but I guess those days are a story for another time - right? Everybody knows the legend of the God of Xtreme, and if they don’t? Then they’re downright stupid, or fucking ignorant. Some people learn, like Johnny Gillmen did - first hand, others pay attention and watch what happens around them. I’d have thought you were one of those people Ryan Shane, I thought you were smart enough to learn, to pay attention to the landscape around you. I guess your ego is far bigger than I gave you credit for Shane, but you see….I figured after the crushing loss of losing the MAN of Steel Championship to Addysin Starr, it would have brought you down a few pegs, but no….just like the rest of the PWA filth, nothing seems to make a dent in your ego at all. You think you're above it all, no matter how many times you get beat, no matter how many times you get knocked down….but now? Now it’s time for you to step in the ring with a real man, with a real champion…
With a real legend.
I want to break you Shane, I want to send you home rethinking everything that is going through your brain right now. I want you second guessing the whole idea of coming back to IWF, but you know what Ryan? ….you know what gets me more than anything else, and you know what is probably going to fuck everyone elses minds more than that? …
You have a son…..
….and I just don’t know if I can do that.
Well howdy there pardner.