Post by Warren Kane on May 7, 2017 21:53:55 GMT
{A standard video camera flickers to life, showing a standard hotel room and an empty chair a few feet away from the camera. Warren Kane steps into the frame and sits down in front of the camera, looing right down the lense, his face not even remotely betraying a hint of any emotion he’s feeling.}
It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so you’re going to have to cut me some slack. I remember this though, I remember sitting here and talking about my opponents, the many people I’ve shared the ring with over the past few years. The many before that who helped train me, who helped me become the superstar that I became, before my old man decided to make a statement in the middle of that ring so many months ago…..at my expense.
Things are still quite foggy up in my old noggin’ but not that, no that is crystal clear.
{A flash of anger appears in his eyes as his jaw clenches.}
People warned me about Spike Kane, about the man who had hurt so many people in the past, who had almost killed his own brother in so-called “wrestling” matches time and time again, god knows how many friends he’d burned and stabbed in the back….but it was different for me, right? I’m his son….
How fucking wrong was I?
He took everything away from me. I don’t think anyone understands that, he took absolutely everything away from me, just because he wanted that spotlight. He took my job, almost ended my career, took months, absolutely months of my life away from me…..my friends, my dear sweet friends, and my freedom.
I know where I’ve been.
Do you?
I want to get in the ring again Jayson, and I couldn’t think of anyone better than you to do it with. We were one hell of a team, we wiped the floor with every other team going - to the point none of them are around, just like InFamous did when they were champions….so I guess we fit in with InFamous a lot more than they thought we did, right? Either way….I hold no ill toward you Jay, I want you to know that. I need this match, I’m going after Spike….
I need to.
But I need to make sure that I’m going to be capable of doing so. I’m rusty, I’m….weak, I haven’t been myself for a long time, and I need to get the hell back into that ring and show that I’m going to knock that smug son of a bitch off his perch and bring some sense back to this company….
We were doing so much good back then Jayson, but we both got knocked off the wagon. We both got taken down and kicked to the curb, in completely different ways of course, but I know my disappearance had a part to play in your decline. You questioned everything. You began to question yourself, every action you made, every action you’d taken. Did you hold up your old end, or was it Warren Kane who carried the Banana Sandwiches?
I’ll tell you right now my friend, Jayson Matthews is a star.
I was honoured to be your tag team partner Jayson, and nothing can, or will ever change that. We rose through the ranks together, and we made it to the top of the card. We made it to the main event, and perhaps at Orange Fight Night, we can show the world why we did that. Perhaps, once we get into that ring, this fog in my mind will clear just a little bit more…
Perhaps I won’t feel so numb…..
{Warren looks down, as if the memories of the past few months fill him with an actual physical pain. He brings up his hands and places them on the sides of his head, rubbing his temples}
Sometimes I see things, remember things, that I didn’t do….or remember places I haven’t been. Everyone has been blowing up my social media saying I’ve been creeping people out, showing up at people's houses….people like Shea, people like Jayson..
But I haven’t.
I’ve barely left this hotel room.
Huh…
{Warren climbs from the chair and comes towards the camera, his face taking up the screen as he reaches for the off button.}
I am Jack’s cold sweat….
{And the feet cuts.}
{The camera comes back on but this time showing room that doesn’t look familiar at all, it’s dark, but not too dark that we can’t see what is going on, it looks like time has passed, but we can't tell how long. Even the frame of the screen looks different, like the quality of the camera is better. Out of the shadows Warren steps dressed in his ring gear, but he looks…..different….he looks, cold, determined, and he has an almost sick smirk on his face.}
He’s not being honest to you Jayson Matthews. He blames you, wholeheartedly for what happened to him. He blames you with every fibre of his being….
{“Warren” leans forward with a sick grin on his face}
You could have done something, anything, to save your friend. You could have, and should have, gone to the hospital to check on him. What kind of human being doesn’t care about the wellbeing of their best friend? What kind of human being doesn’t care when their friend goes missing from the hospital?
Human ignorance is so delightful.
It tastes so wonderful.
You did nothing Jayson. You let Warren suffer. You let him wallow in his pity and pain, and continued on with your pathetic existence as if nothing was wrong, because…..deep down Jayson Matthews, you are just like the rest of them. Those clowns you alligned yourself with, Steve Awesome - personification of Pride, Rob Diamond - personification of Wrath, Spike Kane - personification of Greed. You belong with them Jayson, but they don’t see you as one of their own do they? They see you as a failure. You failed to win the Imperial Title.
Just like you failed Warren.
So you crawled away Jayson, you tried to find yourself, and look at you now. A new batch of friends….the so-called “best wrestler” in the world, who can’t buy himself a victory, and the “Hero” Andrew Jacobsen….oh, such words I have for Andrew.
But those are words for another day.
Such a wonderful, delicious day that will be.
You are simply playing the same role once more Jayson. Hiding behind more names, using other people to hold yourself up, but now...Warren is here. He saw your little message and though he longed to share the ring with you again….he didn’t want to fight you….BUT I MADE HIM! So when you stand across the ring from your friend, when you see him smile at you and shake your hand? Just know deep inside, how much he resents you….how much he want to kick your teeth down your throat, how much he wants to exact every inch of pain inflicted upon him, on you..
And know that I’m there.
Waiting for my moment.
{As his eyes gleam with delight, his arms outstretched at his side, the feed cuts.}
The light shines down, beaming down brightly, as a figure abruptly jerks awake on the floor near some neatly trimmed bushes. Warren Kane looks up at the bright morning sun, his eyes squinting, he looks down at himself, dressed in a hooded jacket and some shorts, but no shoes. Confusion spreads across his face.
How did I get here?
Where the hell am I?
It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so you’re going to have to cut me some slack. I remember this though, I remember sitting here and talking about my opponents, the many people I’ve shared the ring with over the past few years. The many before that who helped train me, who helped me become the superstar that I became, before my old man decided to make a statement in the middle of that ring so many months ago…..at my expense.
Things are still quite foggy up in my old noggin’ but not that, no that is crystal clear.
{A flash of anger appears in his eyes as his jaw clenches.}
People warned me about Spike Kane, about the man who had hurt so many people in the past, who had almost killed his own brother in so-called “wrestling” matches time and time again, god knows how many friends he’d burned and stabbed in the back….but it was different for me, right? I’m his son….
How fucking wrong was I?
He took everything away from me. I don’t think anyone understands that, he took absolutely everything away from me, just because he wanted that spotlight. He took my job, almost ended my career, took months, absolutely months of my life away from me…..my friends, my dear sweet friends, and my freedom.
I know where I’ve been.
Do you?
I want to get in the ring again Jayson, and I couldn’t think of anyone better than you to do it with. We were one hell of a team, we wiped the floor with every other team going - to the point none of them are around, just like InFamous did when they were champions….so I guess we fit in with InFamous a lot more than they thought we did, right? Either way….I hold no ill toward you Jay, I want you to know that. I need this match, I’m going after Spike….
I need to.
But I need to make sure that I’m going to be capable of doing so. I’m rusty, I’m….weak, I haven’t been myself for a long time, and I need to get the hell back into that ring and show that I’m going to knock that smug son of a bitch off his perch and bring some sense back to this company….
We were doing so much good back then Jayson, but we both got knocked off the wagon. We both got taken down and kicked to the curb, in completely different ways of course, but I know my disappearance had a part to play in your decline. You questioned everything. You began to question yourself, every action you made, every action you’d taken. Did you hold up your old end, or was it Warren Kane who carried the Banana Sandwiches?
I’ll tell you right now my friend, Jayson Matthews is a star.
I was honoured to be your tag team partner Jayson, and nothing can, or will ever change that. We rose through the ranks together, and we made it to the top of the card. We made it to the main event, and perhaps at Orange Fight Night, we can show the world why we did that. Perhaps, once we get into that ring, this fog in my mind will clear just a little bit more…
Perhaps I won’t feel so numb…..
{Warren looks down, as if the memories of the past few months fill him with an actual physical pain. He brings up his hands and places them on the sides of his head, rubbing his temples}
Sometimes I see things, remember things, that I didn’t do….or remember places I haven’t been. Everyone has been blowing up my social media saying I’ve been creeping people out, showing up at people's houses….people like Shea, people like Jayson..
But I haven’t.
I’ve barely left this hotel room.
Huh…
{Warren climbs from the chair and comes towards the camera, his face taking up the screen as he reaches for the off button.}
I am Jack’s cold sweat….
{And the feet cuts.}
{The camera comes back on but this time showing room that doesn’t look familiar at all, it’s dark, but not too dark that we can’t see what is going on, it looks like time has passed, but we can't tell how long. Even the frame of the screen looks different, like the quality of the camera is better. Out of the shadows Warren steps dressed in his ring gear, but he looks…..different….he looks, cold, determined, and he has an almost sick smirk on his face.}
He’s not being honest to you Jayson Matthews. He blames you, wholeheartedly for what happened to him. He blames you with every fibre of his being….
{“Warren” leans forward with a sick grin on his face}
You could have done something, anything, to save your friend. You could have, and should have, gone to the hospital to check on him. What kind of human being doesn’t care about the wellbeing of their best friend? What kind of human being doesn’t care when their friend goes missing from the hospital?
Human ignorance is so delightful.
It tastes so wonderful.
You did nothing Jayson. You let Warren suffer. You let him wallow in his pity and pain, and continued on with your pathetic existence as if nothing was wrong, because…..deep down Jayson Matthews, you are just like the rest of them. Those clowns you alligned yourself with, Steve Awesome - personification of Pride, Rob Diamond - personification of Wrath, Spike Kane - personification of Greed. You belong with them Jayson, but they don’t see you as one of their own do they? They see you as a failure. You failed to win the Imperial Title.
Just like you failed Warren.
So you crawled away Jayson, you tried to find yourself, and look at you now. A new batch of friends….the so-called “best wrestler” in the world, who can’t buy himself a victory, and the “Hero” Andrew Jacobsen….oh, such words I have for Andrew.
But those are words for another day.
Such a wonderful, delicious day that will be.
You are simply playing the same role once more Jayson. Hiding behind more names, using other people to hold yourself up, but now...Warren is here. He saw your little message and though he longed to share the ring with you again….he didn’t want to fight you….BUT I MADE HIM! So when you stand across the ring from your friend, when you see him smile at you and shake your hand? Just know deep inside, how much he resents you….how much he want to kick your teeth down your throat, how much he wants to exact every inch of pain inflicted upon him, on you..
And know that I’m there.
Waiting for my moment.
{As his eyes gleam with delight, his arms outstretched at his side, the feed cuts.}
The light shines down, beaming down brightly, as a figure abruptly jerks awake on the floor near some neatly trimmed bushes. Warren Kane looks up at the bright morning sun, his eyes squinting, he looks down at himself, dressed in a hooded jacket and some shorts, but no shoes. Confusion spreads across his face.
How did I get here?
Where the hell am I?