Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 21, 2017 8:53:47 GMT
It makes me chuckle when I sit and watch everybody's little promo packages at this time of year. When you all sack up just enough to tell the world how much of a big boy you are, about how you’re going to go out there and win the big one, how you’re going to Night of Immortals and are destined to become the Imperial Champion. How these people who can barely even find the glass ceiling, let alone break through it, are all of a sudden making these claims to fame….
...and you expect us to take you seriously?
There are a lot of people on this roster who have shown flashes of potential, people who’ve had moments in the spotlight, and then faded back into the obscurity that they belong in. People who think they belong in the main event, but when they get there? They just show the world that they never belonged there in the first place….and then there are others, people climbing over each other, clamoring for their one shining moment….and I genuinely enjoy watching, hoping that it happens….
After twenty years, you get used to the signs.
I’ve had many moments in the spotlight, and you never forget them. You never forget the feeling when all eyes are on you, and when the moment is gone? You’d do anything to get it back, because there is no feeling like it. I guess it’s almost like an addiction, those of us who’ve had that feeling before….we’re addicts, and we want it back. Having the entire world looking up to you, whether it be screaming your name, or wishing death upon you…..just holding that power in your hand?
It’s straight up intoxicating.
Most people never get that feeling in their entire career, but those of us that do will spend the rest of it chasing that feeling time and time again. Do you think that it’s just happenstance that I’ve been holding onto this Man of Steel championship with a deathlike grip? That it’s going to take an army to take it from me? Do you think it’s a fluke that I’m walking into the Roulette with a fire burning inside me the likes of which hasn’t been seen in over a decade? That Imperial Championship is within my grasp, and I can feel it, I know it!
You may sit there and scoff, you may believe it’s your turn in the limelight, you may hope and pray that you make it, that you think you’ve earned it….but don’t kid yourselves. Not a single one of you has had a year like me, not a single one of you has had a run like I have, and not a single one of you deserves it like I do….let’s face it IWF….2017?
Is the Year of Spike.
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Spike Kane sat at the bar nursing a double scotch, swilling it around, the sound of the ice clinking in the glass being the only sound he was really focusing on. The hustle of the crowd in the bar was just backround noise to him. He still hadn’t found a new home yet, he was just living on the road for now, he’d given his house to Rob and Hope, he just couldn’t live there…..too many memories, too many ghosts…..he looked up at one of the TV Screens in the bar and noticed an advertisement for the Deadpool movie being released on Blu-Ray, it made him smile. It was a film he’d enjoyed quite a lot…..it was hi favourite “hero” but a movie he hadn’t watched with his son, despite what people might think about him, he’d been a responsible parent…..it was as he was thinking those thoughts while taking a sip from his whiskey, that once more, he drifted away to his fantasy world….
“My name is Spike Kane, the last son of Kyrpton. I came to this world as an orphan, as an outcast, but I was raised as one of you…..raised to be like you, to care for you, and when I grew to be a man I did just that, when I realised I was different I used my abilities to do what I could to look out for humanity, to care for humanity…..to be a hero, to be Superman….”
We see Spike now standing a top the ruins of the Daily Planet building in a destroyed Imperialopolis.
“I gave everything I had for you as a people, fought for you, died for you, and when I was reborn, I saw that nothing had changed….but I still fought for what was right, I fought for justice. ….but when what I loved the most was taken from me, my eyes were opened.”
Now we see Superman heading towards Gotham, with Wonder Woman flying next to him, Gillborg too.
“Humanity doesn’t deserve the freedom it so brazenly demands. All it does is wage war, all it does it hurt itself, fight within itself, and cause pain.”
On the other side we see Batman and his allies heading towards the same battlefield.
“You need to be controlled. You need to be told what to do, and I am the one to fulfill that role. With me in that place you are a better people, and now you know this, now you know, that with me as your leader….you are a better people-”
“Aww cut the crap.”
Just as the two teams are about to collide a *BAMF* is heard as Devpool appears in the middle of the battlefield with two huge cannons in his hands. He aims one at each line of combatants, taking each of them off guard and unloads at both sides. Neither side was expecting this and Devpool uses this too his advantage and fires as many shots as he can before either team has a chance to rally.
“Spike, who is this lunatic!?”
Wonder Woman manages to block some shots, specifically from hitting herself and Spike, but Gillberg takes a shot right to the chest, as does Aquaman, Ra’s Al Dorian, but Rob Diamond manages to deflect it with his suit of armour. On the other team Catwoman is almost hit but Batman pulls her out of the way, unfortunately Two Face is hit square in the face, the Hellblazer was halfway through lighting a cigarette before his head was blown off, the Black Canary tried to use her Canary Call to blast the shot away but it was no use. The heroes were falling.
“Would you look at that, it’s like whack-a-mole!”
With un-natural speed Spike flew at Devpool and grabbed him by the neck and held him up in the air, his eyes glowing red with rage. He pulled a hand back and was ready to slam a fist into the intruder.
“Who the hell do you think you are!?”
“Trust me super-douche, you don’t wanna know anything that’s goin’ on in my head, but yours? ….well, you need to wake my friend.”
“WHAT!?”
“You need to realise that this isn’t real. That this is some fucked up coping mechanism…..you’re batshit crazy amigo…”
“You need to wake up super douche. This isn’t working. You lost someone you care about, but this isn’t how you cope. You gotta snap out of it, before I kill everyone, because trust me dude…..living in this fantasy just ain’t right.”
“....don’t worry Spike….All Will Be Well.”
Now Spike looks up at her, looking right into her eyes, and for the first time tear begin to fall, and she repeats herself.
“All will be well.”
He lowers his head as the tears fall, and the laughter from Devpool stops as he disappears, slowly, one by one they all disappear untill it is just Spike kneeling there and then slowly the “S” on his chest burns brightly, before it too disappears. Suddenly, the buzzing of Spike’s cellphone on the bar jolts Spike from his daydream, not quite sure how much of what just happened he remembers, or how much he will remember he picks up the cellphone and realises it’s a tweet…..from Pandora Freeman….what are the odds?
Spike Kane: …..All Will Be Well…..
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I’ve been on one of the greatest championship runs this company has ever seen. Only one man has held this championship longer than me, and that was a farse like you could never believe, prove me wrong, I dare you. I’ve been on a tear like nobody else. Cable Arcane? A joke compared to me. Noah Field? Doesn’t even come close. JFK? A nobody….and Bob Pooler? Please, he tried to take this belt from me, failed and took a step down where the competition was much, much easier…..so it only seems fitting that I walk into the Roulette the very heavily favoured favourite…
That’s a feeling I’m not used to.
It’s weird y’know? I’ve spent so much of my career being the underdog. Being the guy that nobody cared for, being the outcast. It’s been such a recurring theme of my career, that it always came as such a shock to me that people still never counted me in for things, they always underrated me, they always though “nah, Spike isn’t good enough” or “nah, Spike won’t win this” ...and every time, I shocked the world, every time I proved them all wrong….so to be going into this Roulette this time around with most people seeming to be saying “Spike has got this” or “Nobody can stop Spike” it has me on edge a little...but you know what?
It isn’t going to stop me.
It doesn’t matter to me if you’re rising through the ranks like young Devlin Raine, it doesn’t matter if your jonesing for your next fix for the limelight like broken Mike Laszlo, it doesn’t matter if you’re still trying to be relevant like Steve Awesome, and it sure as shit doesn’t matter if you’re trying to get back into the swing of things like Johnny Gillmen. I don’t care if you’re a “grizzled” veteran like Nighthawk, I don’t care if you’re a flukey little shitbag like Jayson Matthews, hell I couldn’t give a rats ass if hell itself opened up and Alex Jones waltzed down the ramp….I literally don’t give a flying fuck who I have to throw over the ropes to walk out of the Roulette the winner….because I am going to….don’t you understand yet?
I have nothing left.
I have nothing to lose.
All I have is this business.
All I have is my legacy.
You don’t have to like me, I’ve never asked for that, I’ve never cared if you have, and I’ve never given a fuck either. All I’ve ever done is gone out to that ring and demanded you respect, because whether you care to admit it or not, you know deep down inside you, that I fucking deserve it. I’ve done more for this business over the last twenty years than most of this roster combined. I was labelled as a nobody time and time again, cast aside as “just a hardcore wrestler” and told I’d never make it higher than the womens division, which in part goes to show how far womens wrestling has come, but it also shows how I myself have come on from strength to stength over the years,,,,time after time, whether you like my methods or not, you cannot argue with the results. You cannot deny the trophies that line my cabinet, you cannot deny the fact that everywhere I go I’ve been a household name, and I’m a renown superstar…
And a hall of famer.
I excel when the pressure is on.
I evolve, adapt, and always find myself at the top of the ladder no matter where I am…..
So I am going to go out there, and I am going to make history, and I am going to carve another bloody page in that legacy of Spike Kane and make my way to Night of the Immortals and earn myself a shot at the Imperial Title. I’m well aware that I’m of the stature that I could walk out on Sacrifice and pretty much demand a title shot, I’m pretty sure we’re all in agreement I deserve it, but I want the world to see me earn this shot in front of everyone. No backstage politics, no shenanigans….I’m going to go out to that ring and do what I do better than anyone else in this game…
FIGHT.
SPIKE.
FIGHT.
Well howdy there pardner.