Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 21, 2017 8:46:35 GMT
What do you people want from me? Have I not made myself clear? Have I not tried to explain what I will do to the heroes you throw at my feet? Have I not shown you exactly what I’m capable of? …..are you not happy unless my hands are covered in the blood of the people you supposedly claim to love?
I fail to believe you.
This company has been full of hypocrites from day one, and as the ranks swell, and falter, the fact remains the same. No matter who comes and who leaves, hypocrites remain. You say one thing with one hand, but mean another with the other. Like the board of directors themselves...you’ll take away my God of Steel Match rules because I failed to show up to a title defence during the grieving of my son….but you’ll hand it to Andrew Jacobsen because reasons?
Yeah….that makes perfect sense.
IWF in a nutshell ladies and gentlemen.
It’s no secret that Kathleen Conway hates my guts. No matter what might have gone on between her husband and myself, over the years, we’ve done and said many things to each other, a rivalry that can stand the test against almost any other. One that has spanned several federations and longer than most of this roster has been wrestling….but we can look past that and respect each other….but her? She doesn’t forget…
….and she doesn’t forgive.
Do I deserve forgiveness for dropping her on her head?
Fuck no.
Does that give her the right to take MY match away from me, and then just throw it around like some cheap whore The Ace would have fucked around with back in the day? Pffft...bitch please. I have to smile though, because it’s all just backstage games at the end of the day, and I’m not a stranger to the bullshit that goes on in this industry, I’ve been there, I’ve done that…..I’ve bought and sold the t-shirts.
You want to fuck with me IWF?
Andrew Jacobsen will pay the price.
Again.
I fail to believe you.
This company has been full of hypocrites from day one, and as the ranks swell, and falter, the fact remains the same. No matter who comes and who leaves, hypocrites remain. You say one thing with one hand, but mean another with the other. Like the board of directors themselves...you’ll take away my God of Steel Match rules because I failed to show up to a title defence during the grieving of my son….but you’ll hand it to Andrew Jacobsen because reasons?
Yeah….that makes perfect sense.
IWF in a nutshell ladies and gentlemen.
It’s no secret that Kathleen Conway hates my guts. No matter what might have gone on between her husband and myself, over the years, we’ve done and said many things to each other, a rivalry that can stand the test against almost any other. One that has spanned several federations and longer than most of this roster has been wrestling….but we can look past that and respect each other….but her? She doesn’t forget…
….and she doesn’t forgive.
Do I deserve forgiveness for dropping her on her head?
Fuck no.
Does that give her the right to take MY match away from me, and then just throw it around like some cheap whore The Ace would have fucked around with back in the day? Pffft...bitch please. I have to smile though, because it’s all just backstage games at the end of the day, and I’m not a stranger to the bullshit that goes on in this industry, I’ve been there, I’ve done that…..I’ve bought and sold the t-shirts.
You want to fuck with me IWF?
Andrew Jacobsen will pay the price.
Again.
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“My name is Wade Wilson, the Merc with a Mouth. Though you probably know me by one of my many codenames, like Thom Cruz, or Devlin Raine, or perhaps….quite simply….Devpool.”
He stands there in front of what can only be described as a ludicrous arsenal that would be more than enough for a small army. Every type of weapon you could ever think of describing piled up behind him, not even neatly, just thrown in a pile as if he didn’t care about it at all, just carelessly tossed on the ground, almost as if he was just checking off a list.
“I’m a mercenary. Think I said that one, right? Yeah….anywho, I get paid to kill people. Usually bad people, but I don’t really mind who as long as the job pays, right? I mean I have some lines I don’t cross. I mean, I’m not a mega douche or anything, I don’t kill kids….that’s just messed up.”
As he walks around the huge stockpile of weapons Devpool pulls a comically sized checklist from a back pocket that we can only assume was actually there and begins to check things off as he walks through the items.
“I have a certain set of skills that make me the ugh….the best I am at what I do...and what I do ain’t nice….no wait, that’s Logan’s thing, Hey Logan!”
He waves right at the camera, almost as if he’s waving right at you.
“I heard his movie is reeeeaaally depressing, but then, what Wolverine story isn’t, right?”
“Anywho. I got this gig. Apparently, some mega douche somewhere started thinking he was a God Got all holier than thou, and super righteous, but started killing people that didn’t deserve to be killed but nobody has the power to stop him, or the guts to put him down for good….sooooooo someone paid a whopping amount of moolah, and I mean like, an obscene amount of money for yours truly to put his ass down. So, with a little bit of help, and some of Cables technology….oh, I mean the cool Cable, like Askani….like...Summers? Not that Arcane guy….he’s a bit of a tool”
Again with that weirdness…..how does he know that stuff? He looks right down the camera, and winks. WINKS through his mask….this doesn’t even make sense.
“So. I’ve got this teleporting thingamabob that takes me to this world where Superdouche is ruling like a so-called God, and all I gotta do, is take him down….and Devpool gets enough money to go swimming in chimichangas….so, it sounds like a plan, right?”
Devpool begins to attach some kind of device over his torso, attaching around a circle at the front. He picks up a back and begins to load a bunch of weapons into it, the back seems to fit an incredible amount of weapons into it, rifles, rocket launchers, shotguns, SMG’s, lasers guns, swords, grenades, even what looks like some kind of lightsaber…..just an insane amount of weaponry.
“So, this God of Steel bloke….is living in a fantasy world, and it’s time for Devpool to snap him the fuck awake…..body slide by one!”
With that Devpool disappears with a blinding white light, and the red and black costumed anti-hero along with his huge cache of weapons is gone, and we can only assume he arrives where we where we left off with Spike and his Injustice story last time, with that wonderful line about chimichangas.
To be Concluded
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Why do you do this to yourself Andrew?
I know you’ve got this huge idea that you’re some kind of hero, about how you’re doing this to save me, about how it has something to do about snapping me out of this delusion and then saving Warren, right? That is what you THINK it is, that is what you TELL is it is all about, but honestly Andrew, who are you really trying to convince…..because if that was really what this was all about?
Why do you want the Man of Steel Championship so bad?
I mean, considering we’ve known where Warren has been for so long now….why are you only now mentioning him? Huh? Why are you only now trying to make this “crusade” about the man who ended your career….which, by the way, how did you get around? I guess being friends with the Conways does have it’s perks doesn’t it?
Can you honestly look me in the eyes and for one second tell me this is about fucking friendship?
It isn’t for me. Not even remotely. I don’t care about you Andrew, not even the tiniest little bit. I never have, I never cared about you in nCw, I never cared when you joined the bastardised version of the Young Guns, and I never cared when you waltzed back into IWF. You will always be the guy who just never quite made it. The guy who was built up as someone with so much potential, but every time he seemed like he was about to break through? ….he just left. Something would always happen….and Andrew Jacobsen would bail. Face it kid, there is a reason why you’ve saddled up next to Nighthawk, another person who can just never break through here in IWF….
You’re just destined to rot in the mid-card for the rest of your career.
I have held this belt with nothing but pride. Do you get that? This isn’t about anything between you and me. I don’t give a flying fuck who you are, I don’t give a flying fuck what you’re trying to do….all I care about is that I am the GOD of Steel, and I have defended this championship more than any champion who held this EVER has, and I am closing in on being the longest reigning champion in the history of this company. Do you really think I’m going to let you take that away from me because of some false crusade? Lie to yourself all you like Andrew….but I see right fucking through you.
I’m the master at playing the game.
I’ve played you all for years don’t forget.
All the tears that fell from your eyes when you all thought I was dying? Oh, I didn’t forget, and how it turned to anger when I revealed it to the world that it was all a lie…..oh man, can you imagine how that felt? How that power felt in my hands? No….I don’t imagine you do Andrew, you’ve never really had that have you? …..but I guess, it’s a double edged sword isn’t it? ….to have people coming up to me and asking me if I’m lying about Xander’s death….
The fucking cheek….
I get it though, despite the anger it makes me feel, I do get it. I worked everyone so well….that nobody trusts anything I say anymore, and as much as the death of my son still churns my guts on the insides…..it brings a sick sense of pride. Idiots will believe whatever I want them to, so I see where you’re coming from Andrew….I get it. If you tell the world loud and often enough…”I’m gonna save Spike!” ….”what from Andrew” …”From...ugh...From Himself!” ...eventually, maybe...just maybe?
They’ll believe you.
But not me.
You want what I have.
You want this gold. You want MY Man of Steel Championship, and you’re prepared to enter my new playground to try and take it from me. I’d say you have guts, but it isn’t brave, it’s downright stupid. I nearly ended your career once already Andrew...and we both know you aren’t one hundred percent going into this match…..it’s stupid. Before, I used to give people an out, I’d given them a chance not to show up, I’d say “just don’t come, I’ll have my hand raised, and you can go about your career unharmed” ….but you’ve all but spat in my face Jacobsen….and that just won’t do. High Stakes is certainly a fitting name, and you’ll be regretting signing little Mrs Conway’s contract when the final bell is rung….because I’m going to hurt you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.
I’m going to finish the job Jacobsen.
I’m going to STILL be the Man of Steel Champion.
I’m going to go on and become the longest reigning Man of Steel Champion…
And there is nothing on this earth that can stop me.
At High Stakes, your false crusade ends, and you’ll fall at the knees of the one true God of Steel.
Well howdy there pardner.