Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 17, 2017 22:36:35 GMT
How many of you chose this profession? How many of you spent your lives training for this? Hoping that you could make it this stage, that you could earn you way to the top of the ladder and finally cry out to the world “Hey, I made it!”? How many of you, spent years of your lives beating yourselves up? In dark dank dungeons across the world, taking bumps that you probably shouldn’t have, paying crooks thousands of dollars, pounds, pesos, and yen, just to try and learn that little bit more that you didn’t know before…..just to get that one step further down the road?
How many of you had the well wishes of your family?
How many had loving mommy and daddy behind you?
There’s this thing going on in America right now, where people are choosing to get offended at the slightest thing, and on the other side you have idiots calling everyone snow flakes and throwing the word “liberal” around like it’s some kind of fucking insult….and these kind of people are flooding through this business….these kind of people, are the ones who had mommy and daddy pay their way for them….the one’s who had seven fucking wrestling schools within walking distance of their home…
The kind of people who got participation trophies…
Me? ….shit….if you don’t know what I’ve been through, you really don’t want to.
I’m not being noble, I’m not playing the hero. My life is a shit show, and I’m not trying to use my daddy issues as an excuse for the monster I’ve become….I’m well aware of my sins, and I don’t hide from them, I don’t use any excuses to deflect blame….I own up to every little thing that I’ve done..
Because I’m a man.
You might have had the easy path, you might have had a hard path….but trust me when I tell you this, not a single fucking one of you have gone through the things I have, Not a single one of you have dealt with the things I have had to, been through the pains I have, been forged in the fucking fire that I have….and did I make it? Bitch, I made it a fucking decade a go….and I’m still here…
Breaking every single one of you…
….and making you earn everything.
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Spike Kane sits in the middle of the IWF ring, his legs crossed “indian” style as the Americans called it. Some would think he was meditating, but those who knew Spike would know better, he wasn’t the type of person who did meditation, he didn’t have the patience, but as he sat there, images flooded his mind. Images of past Roulette's, past nCw Riots, and even past XHF Rumbles. The match coming in just a couple short weeks had big implications in Spike’s mind, it was a chance for him to earn a shot at the Imperial Championship, a shot he felt he was due. In his mind, he saw images of the Imperial Champion Noah Field, and the former Champion Cable Arcane….and himself standing in between them, a smug smile on his face, and his Man of Steel Championship raised between the both of them. In his mind, his belt meant more….but he knew the world didn’t view it that way…..but he WAS the man of steel….and on that lingering image, the white light took over once more….
He held the small little pill high into the air, the crowded group of super heroes around him leaned in to get a closer look. “This is it.” he informed them. “This is what we needed to bring the fight to him.”
Batman turned to face his group, his chosen few. They stood assembled, the few he trusted, those who he knew would fight til the end for what was right. “Steve gave his life for this, and we have to make sure it was not in vain. Our man on the inside has begun production of this for us…..and once we’re ready to go, we will fight Spike and his regime, we will take them down once and for all, and end this!”
Stood in a line now behind Kyle Braddock, the god damned Batman, were his line of heroes that he trusted, or at least if that word could’nt be used as much with some of them, one’s he knew would fight the regime, Roberto Verona….the Hellblazer, Bob Allen Pooler….the Flash, Mandi Awesome (turns out they’d gotten married before he died) the Black Canary, ….Kathleen Conway, Catwoman, Jake Conway…..Two Face….., and Hal Jacobsen….the Green Lantern. He had left Spike, the Superman and joined Batman, along with The Flash. It turned out they believed in Spike’s regime, they thought they were doing the right thing, but his methods were wrong. The way Spike had treated Bizarro, as they had called him, the man Jacobsen had known as Ryan Shane, as the final straw for him, but for Flash? It was the poor Australian kid.
“These pills will give all of us without powers the ability to take down even Spike and Jess?”
“You bet your ass they will….”
The lines had been drawn.
Superman had his regime.
Batman had his Justice League.
With Batman’s “man on the inside” producing these pills, the world was about to see a battle on the scale it had never witnessed, the only question was…..would it survive?
Well….someone had an answer in mind.
*BAMF*
“Is this the right place, this time?”
[Scanning……..World...Designate…...INJUSTICE…]
“Ahhh….time to make the chimi-fucking-changas!”
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Do you know what it takes to be at the top of a company?
To be the face of a multi-national corporation?
Oh, there’ll be people who’ll talk about press releases, and interviews, and fan meets and all that shit. Don’t let people like JFK and his KIWA spiel spin you out, that is the easy shit. It’s easy to put on a mask, smile for the dumbass idiots who throws their money at your feet to sign a fucking magazine or some photo that is five years out of date that they lined up for four hours for…..all you have to do is sit down for hours, repeat the same line, smile, cash the cheque, and bounce.
It’s the other shit they don’t tell you about, when you become the leader in the company's eyes? The so-called “boys in the back”? They either expect you to become their leader too….or they look at you like a piece of meat. It’s down to YOU to decide which one you want to be, and trust me, in my long fucking career, I’ve been both. Do you think I’ll ever forget the time I first became a legitimate world champion in my first world wide company and my so-called best friend AJ Phoenix….you might know him as Alex Jones demanded a shot at my title? ….because he saw me as a weak champion. He played the friend card, tried to play the “we could put on a great match” angle, knowing full well that he thought I’d be a pushover, and I’d be his easy path to that world title. It hurt, it stung, but it was a lesson I needed to learn, and learn I did. Shame it never stuck…..but it’s a lesson I eventually did learn, that friends in this business, will always fuck you over.
It’s why I killed Falcon before he had a chance to do it to me.
I’ve been the head of several companies in my time, and I’ve been the face of this one too. Despite what people might have you believed, I saved this company. I single handedly picked the Imperial Championship from the dirt that the likes of Joe Everyman and Lex Sense had thrown it into and dragged it through, and raised it up to where it belonged. I brought prestige to that belt and made it what it deserved to be, just like I have with the Man of Steel Championship. You can try and deny it, but you know you’ll just be lying to yourself, as well as the masses. I’ve made a career out of being in the right place at the right time, but I’ve also been in the right place in the wrong time if you ask certain people…..those people who spend their time complaining. Oh, what I did to Johnny Gillmen was so wrong, I never should have crossed that line….
Well boo fucking hoo.
We’re in the sport of beating the shit out of each other.
Forgive me for being better at it than some un-trained one-eyed nobody.
I don’t hear you all crying the same unjust cries for Falcon, or for Andrew Jacobsen? What about Ryan Shane? ….I’d have broken him too…
I don’t care who they are….it was nothing personal about Johnny, at all. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Re-watch that match if you’ve got it twisted. I didn’t throw a punch, I stood there...and he pushed me….and pushed me….and pushed me, then I snapped. Am I sorry? Not for a fucking second. I’d do it again, I’d do it to Mike Laszlo if he was in Gillmen’s place, I’d do it to Steve Awesome, I’d do it to The Ace…..I don’t care….can’t you get it into your head? I’d lost my son days beforehand…..I didn’t know what to do...no man should ever have to bury his own son…
I’ve had to do it twice.
So fuck your feelings.
I’ve been doing what I want since that day, and apart from the board of directors banning my match type and forcing me to defend my title? It’s been going pretty well….I’ve left a trail of bodies in my path….and I’ve been riding a wave of fucking rage….
Who thinks they have what it takes to stop me?
Exactly.
Twenty nine men will fall beneath the God of Steel.
And you’ll ALL!
BLOODY
HAIL!
Well howdy there pardner.