Post by Ghost Spike on Apr 23, 2017 22:48:30 GMT
There’s a saying that people use, it’s something along the lines of “always the bridesmaid, never the bride” it’s something that somebody said about me with regards to the IWF Roulette. Twice now I’ve come up runner up, twice now I’ve been in that ring longer than anyone else and been thrown over the top rope by pure fucking luck.
Twice I’ve had that glory snatched from my fingers.
Twice by someone who didn’t deserve it.
Ever is that the story of my fucking life though, hey? Lord knows Davey Ortega didn’t deserve his chance at the Imperial Title, let alone to get his grubby hands on it in the first place and defile the belt like he did. Even if you go back as far as you do to nCw, Lance Ryan was handed shot after shot for the god damn nCw Title, but as soon as I lost it?
Nope. Goodbye Spike, thanks for your service.
Fuck you too.
The deck being stacked against me is nothing new to me, it’s been this way for the majority of my career. When people were saying I was the favourite for the Roulette? That’s when I knew something was off, and I should have listened to my instincts. Instead, I focused on what was important to me….and that was my Man of Steel Championship, and the snake that was trying to take it from me, because no matter what bullshit heroic reason you keep trying to pedle to the world Andrew….that is all you were trying to do. You weren’t trying to find Warren, you weren’t trying to save IWF. You weren’t trying to save the “broken” Spike Kane.
You just wanted the glory.
Your actions since High Stakes have done nothing but prove me right.
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As the camera opens up on the sleeping Spike Kane, somehow managing to sleep in his small cot bed in his office the monk chanting of “Crushed” by Parkway Drive can be heard slowly filling the building. Then just as the guiars and drums kick in with the shouting of “BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS!” Spike’s eyes shoot open and he jerks awake.
Spike Kane: Jesus fucking Christ!
The music continues to play as Spike scrambles to his feet, his hair a mess, donning only a pair of black training shorts and a tap out vest, no shoes or socks and he storms out of his office and into the main room to find Pandora Freeman blasting out his theme song while she stretches before training. Spike cocks his head for a second as he watches her stretch.
Spike Kane: Is this a dream?
Pan doesn’t seem to hear him but as she’s finished bending she turns and looks up and sees Spike, her eyes go wide as she literally jumps on the spot.
Pandora Freeman: What the frick!?
Spike hasn’t moved at all, he’s standing there hunched over, hair all wild, head cocked to the side, staring at Pandora.
Pandora Freeman: Spike…..SPIKE! What the hell!?
Spike Kane: Is this a dream? Cause….like….I’m usually dressed better….and well…..you, maybe not so?
Pandora seems quite weirded out. She grabs her bag and marches towards him, shoving her bag at him.
Pandora Freeman: Don’t be a prick. What the hell are you doing here?
Spike Kane: Me? ...what the hell are YOU doing here?
She shuffles her feet for a second, looking down at the floor, she looks towards the door, then up towards his office, before back at Spike.
Pandora Freeman: Well, y’know….I’ve got a pretty god damn big match coming up. I was taking your lead and trying to get some extra training in. Like you said, go harder than everyone else, go longer than everyone else. The doors weren’t locked….I just figured the cleaner was here or something…
Spike sighs as he wipes his forehead.
Spike Kane: Fucking Rob….I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re always welcome to train here, any time, whenever. I’ll get you a key so you can come in whenever you want. I mean it, this place is open to you at any time Pan…
His words bring a smile to her face and she hops a little, like she's about to step forward to give him a hug when she stops almost midstep.
Pandora Freeman: That doesn’t answer why you’re here...and, like...almost naked. Wait…
Pan cuts Spike off and walks around him heading towards his office.
Pandora Freeman: Have you been living here!?
Spike slowly turns around and sulks after Pandora, the scowl on her face burning into him. He walks past her and raises a hand half heartedly pointing to the bed he’d been sleeping on. He walked towards it and flopped down on it, sitting there and placing his head in his hands. She followed and sat down in his office chair but with her legs crossed indian style.
Spike Kane: Yeah. I’ve been staying here….for a few weeks now….
She looks at him, and shakes her head, but she doesn’t say too much.
Spike Kane: I couldn’t stay in that house anymore Pan. I just couldn’t, y’know? Every single room in that house is just filled with memories….and…..I just can’t….
He buries his face in his hands now, not caring that the image of “Spike Kane” might be broken. Not caring that Pandora is seeing him in his weakest moments, but she doesn't care, she climbs out of the chair and sits down on the bed next to him. Without saying a word she places an arm around him and rests her head on his shoulder.
Pandora Freeman: I understand what you're saying. I get it, I do…. But living here isn't healthy… so, y’know what?
She looks at him now, pulling back ever so slightly so Spike has to look up and right into her big blue eyes.
Pandora Freeman: If you're staying here? Then I'm not leaving til you do!
Her words hit home like a sledgehammer. Spike looked at her, really looked at her, and he saw someone that wasn't trying to get something out of him. She wasn't using him to get somewhere, she wasn't trying to get money out of him, or fame, sure she was training with him…. But she didn't need to be here like this, like now, for that, did she? Without thinking Spike took a hand and placed it on the side of her face and leaned forward…
And kissed Pandora on her lips.
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You’re probably wondering how, right? How have your actions proven me right?
Well think about it Andrew. After High Stakes, what did you do? Did you seek me out? Did you even for one second even think about what would happen next? Did you even care? No. Not for one single fucking solitary second did you think “hmmm all that shit I said about Spike, and saving him, and then finding Warren might come back to bite me in the ass” No…
You had your glory, and that’s all you gave a shit about.
You took your moment to walk out in front of the masses and give them a speech about how great Andrew Jacobsen was, about how he was living his dream. Cheer me sheeple, I’m your hero! I’m doing it for you! WE can be champion, right? Please, spare me the Johnny Gillmen bullshit. You claimed to have stopped me in my tracks Andrew…..but that claim, like your promises before High Stakes were empty, it seems you, are just as bad as the politicians ruining this country, and the entire fucking world.
All you do is lie.
Me? Well, why would I lie Andrew?
The truth is far more enjoyable.
You stood in front of the entire world and told them that this thing between us was never about my championship. You told them that it was about my soul, or some bullshit like that. You told everyone that you were out to “save” me. That you wanted to break the spell that this championship held over me, that if you took it….that I’d be the “old Spike” again…..the problem with that Andrew? Is I think you have some revisionist history going on in your head right there…
The old Spike?
He’s the guy who crucified Xavier Cross.
He’s the guy who cut off Rob Diamonds finger.
He’s the guy who turned on his own flesh and blood.
He’s the guy who ends peoples careers for fun.
I’m not so sure he’s the guy you want running around IWF, but hey….whatever sound bites make you sound good right? Tell me Andrew, what has stopped you from going after Warren? What has stopped you from kicking down that crazy bitches door and dragging him back? What exactly has stopped you from coming through in any single one of the promises you have laid out for us all?
…..exactly.
All you really care about, deep down, is Andrew fucking Jacobsen.
So you know what Andrew? I decided after you spent two whole months trying to take something that meant so much to me, something that was the only god damn thing I had left worth a damn? It was time for me to take something from you! One good turn deserves another, right? The difference between us, is I’m not going to dress it up as some noble deed. I’m not going to try and say I’m saving the IWF from some corrupt politician who lies his way to the top, who makes promises to the fans and NEVER delivers on them. I’m not going to show the world that this corrupt hero tried to break a man he claimed he was saving by taking the one thing that was keeping him going in this world, the one thing he latched onto….
AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS SON…
...and then moved on so quickly once he had a new shiny thing to play with.
No, I’m not going to do that. Instead? I’m going to straight up take it from you Andrew. I’m going to walk into that arena in Detroit. I’m going to kick ten shades of shit out of Devlin Raine and MAKE YOU WATCH, and then once I defend my Man of Steel Championship right in front of you? I’m going to do it again, because that is the kind of man that I am, that is the kind of champion that I am, that I have been.
So save your speeches Andrew, I don’t want to hear them.
Save your rhetoric, because it’s full of lies.
You have something I want, and I’m going to take it.
I’m going to take it out of spite.
Because I’m Spike Fucking Kane.
And I can.
Well howdy there pardner.