Post by Warren Kane on May 21, 2017 21:20:06 GMT
[12 Missed Calls]
He looked down at his phone, for what had to be the fifth time since he'd made it backstage. The trainer had wanted to check him over, but Warren had snuck away while his back was turned. He didn't want to be in one spot for too long. He didn't want to be cornered by everyone, he just didn't have the time for all the questions everyone would hand, and second of all? He didn't have the answers. He idly scrolled through his phone as he pulled his hood up over his head, making his way through the hallways, trying not to bump into anyone.
[Shea O'Hara, this person called you two times.]
[Banana Jay, this person called you six times.]
[Andrew, this person called you four times.]
He felt a knot in his stomach, because he wanted to talk to them, each of them. He owed them a conversation at least, but he just wasn't ready. He'd been gone for so long, he'd been away from everything, and so much had changed…..in IWF, and in himself too. It was just as he slipped out of the back exit that his phone vibrated loudly once more.
[Andrew Calling…..]
Warren stopped dead in his tracks, half of him thought he should ignore it, the other half desperately wanted to answer. There was history with Jacobsen, he hadn't spoken to him since the night he'd cost him his job….now Warren knew that next week he'd been scheduled to team up with him, there was no way of escaping that conversation, it had to happen…..so why not now? He turned a corner and pressed his back against the wall, wincing a little as it still hurt after his Old Man put him through the table, before he slid the answer call icon open, and placed the phone to his ear.
“Ugh…...hello?”
Andrew: I’m glad you came.
Warren nods his head, as Andrew extends his hand, Warren grabs it hard, and the two embrace each other for a few seconds, Andrew squeezing Warren tight, showing him in his own way that there are people that care about him.
Warren: Thank you….I just….I didn’t know what to do….
The two of them stand there for a moment or two before Andrew puts a hand on his back and leads Waren inside. As they go through the school, there’s a few students warming up, prepping for their lessons. One or two seem a little starstruck when they see Andrew Jacobsen, but Warren does his best to try and remain incognito, before Andrew takes him to the back where Nighthawk is sat in his wheelchair going over a few things before training. His crutches rest against the wall.
Andrew: Tristan….there’s someone who wants to talk to you…
Nighthawk turns a head as Warren walks into the room, he removes his hood and steps into the room. Hawk raises an eyebrow as Warren clears his throat.
Warren: ...I….I need your help. Someone needs to stop Spike, and it has to be me….I can’t let him carry on the way he is, you’re the best wrestler in the world, and….I….dammit, I really need your help.
Nighthawk looks up to Andrew and then back to Warren, before rolling forwards and extending a hand to Warren with a big smile on his face.
Nighthawk: It’d be my pleasure.
Warren looks at the hand, and a nervous smile spreads across his hand as he takes it, and we fade.
He looked down at his phone, for what had to be the fifth time since he'd made it backstage. The trainer had wanted to check him over, but Warren had snuck away while his back was turned. He didn't want to be in one spot for too long. He didn't want to be cornered by everyone, he just didn't have the time for all the questions everyone would hand, and second of all? He didn't have the answers. He idly scrolled through his phone as he pulled his hood up over his head, making his way through the hallways, trying not to bump into anyone.
[Shea O'Hara, this person called you two times.]
[Banana Jay, this person called you six times.]
[Andrew, this person called you four times.]
He felt a knot in his stomach, because he wanted to talk to them, each of them. He owed them a conversation at least, but he just wasn't ready. He'd been gone for so long, he'd been away from everything, and so much had changed…..in IWF, and in himself too. It was just as he slipped out of the back exit that his phone vibrated loudly once more.
[Andrew Calling…..]
Warren stopped dead in his tracks, half of him thought he should ignore it, the other half desperately wanted to answer. There was history with Jacobsen, he hadn't spoken to him since the night he'd cost him his job….now Warren knew that next week he'd been scheduled to team up with him, there was no way of escaping that conversation, it had to happen…..so why not now? He turned a corner and pressed his back against the wall, wincing a little as it still hurt after his Old Man put him through the table, before he slid the answer call icon open, and placed the phone to his ear.
“Ugh…...hello?”
---
I owe a lot of people a lot of words. I wish I had them, I really do. I wish that I could come out here and make everyone feel great, make their worries disappear, and just get back in the ring like I used to. Go back to putting on the best match I possibly could, and living my dream. Ever since I was a little kid, all I wanted to do was wrestle. My Mom didn't like me watching, and I never knew why…..I mean, it all makes sense now, right? Hindsight is twenty twenty, and all that. It burns me inside to know that I was a huge Spike Kane fan growing up. I'd argue with my friends about how awesome he was, about how he does all these little things that just make him so much more complete than the others, and when I finally began training? I vowed to myself that one day I'd meet him…..fate, it seems, has a cruel fucking sense of irony.
Who would have thought a deadbeat Dad who drinks and beats his wife was the better option than the guy you saw on TV and wished was your old man?
That's all besides the point anyway, one thing lead to another….and now here we are. Just over a year ago - I was going to war with Roberto Verona and his stupid crusade to, what? Crush IWF? Prove only the strong survive? Whatever the fuck it was….he was corrupt as a politician, and he did everything he could to break people like myself and Andrew. To the point where he put us in a match together, the loser loses his job…..and I’m the one who cost Andrew Jacobsen his job. I’m the reason that the IWF was a hero down, I’m the reason why villainy has thrived so much in IWF, because there weren’t people like Andrew here to stop it. I learned that day that no championship was worth losing a friend over, no championship was worth doing things like that for, despite the voice inside my head trying to get me to do everything I could to please my Old Man, to be everything like him…..I knew deep down inside, that I just wasn’t. That I was different….and it hurt that it was me who sent Andrew packing.
I know how it feels to be the one trying to get a hold of someone and they just don’t reply, so from the bottom of my heart Andrew, I’m sorry. I really am, for everything, and for not talking to you sooner. Hopefully we can get past that this week, because if there is one thing I’ve learned from being a Kane? Is that we deal with our issues in the ring. Whether it be a family beef, or whether it be trying to get past our grief….we settle it in the ring, and that is where I bury myself….it’s where I’ve been trying to get past everything, where I’ve been trying to get my head straight. Last time up was against my old friend Jayson, and it was my pleasure to share the ring with you Jay, to do things properly, to end things the way we should have done so long ago.
I’m not blowing smoke, it was absolutely my pleasure to be in the ring with you and tie things up one on one, legitimately.
Now we’ll be across the ring from each other once more, but this time we’ve got teammates. You’ve got THE Bob Pooler, the Invictus Champion, one hell of a champion I might add, and I’ve got the number one contender for the Imperial Championship, if I’m completely honest here I’m the one who feels like the outcast. You all have been tearing it up, while I’ve been rotting away….god knows where….I’m honoured to be counted amongst the three of you, and it feels me with pride, but I know I don’t deserve it.
I have to earn everything all over again.
Jayson, one day we’ll sqaure off properly and break our tie, one on one, but this doesn’t count buddy. This one is for the fans, that is for sure, but don’t think I’m going to go easy, not for a second….I need to prepare, I NEED to be at my best to take on my Old Man, and I need to be at the top of my game, which is why I’m so glad the brass put me in this match with three of the best that IWF has to offer….which brings me to Bob. Now….you and I Pooler? I don’t believe we’ve ever truly had the pleasure of meeting….I know you consider yourself a friend of Spikes….but I know for a fact the feeling isn’t mutual. If anyone should know what he is capable of, it’s me. I’ve been right there, in his “inner sanctum” if you will, and then was brought crashing down. I’ve been watching, and seeing you try and get back in, seeing you try to reach him, just like Andrew did….and it was all for nothing. He didn’t care, he didn’t even acknowledge you..
Spike Kane only cares about Spike Kane.
We’re a lot more alike than you might think Bob, and I don’t mean that in any way shape, or form, to be an insult. I have a huge amount of respect for you, and I’m proud to see the Invictus Championship being held in such a way as it is now. I’ve held that championship with pride, twice, and it has a special place in my heart. I look forward to being in the ring with you, to learnig from you, and taking what I can from you into my match with my Old Man…..because I need it, I need everything I can….someone has to stop him Bob. So many have tried, so many have fallen, so many have failed….it’s down to me. I cannot stand idly by, I cannot watch from the sidelines.
What kind of man would I be if I watched him continue his path of destruction, and did nothing?
….I’d be like so many of this company.
….and I’m trying so hard to be a better man.
To be like the three of you.
---
We open up on the Wrestle Factory in Chicago, the sun is trying to shine through a fairly overcast day. Warren Kane walks through the car park with a zip up hoodie and the hood up. He has the hood up, and seems to be walking with a purpose as he heads towards the entrance, that is when we see Andrew Jacobsen standing outside, almost as if he was waiting for Warren to show up. He jumps off the wall and heads towards Warren, a sense of shock on his face, probably not expecting Warren to show, given how he’s been acting lately.
Andrew: I’m glad you came.
Warren nods his head, as Andrew extends his hand, Warren grabs it hard, and the two embrace each other for a few seconds, Andrew squeezing Warren tight, showing him in his own way that there are people that care about him.
Warren: Thank you….I just….I didn’t know what to do….
The two of them stand there for a moment or two before Andrew puts a hand on his back and leads Waren inside. As they go through the school, there’s a few students warming up, prepping for their lessons. One or two seem a little starstruck when they see Andrew Jacobsen, but Warren does his best to try and remain incognito, before Andrew takes him to the back where Nighthawk is sat in his wheelchair going over a few things before training. His crutches rest against the wall.
Andrew: Tristan….there’s someone who wants to talk to you…
Nighthawk turns a head as Warren walks into the room, he removes his hood and steps into the room. Hawk raises an eyebrow as Warren clears his throat.
Warren: ...I….I need your help. Someone needs to stop Spike, and it has to be me….I can’t let him carry on the way he is, you’re the best wrestler in the world, and….I….dammit, I really need your help.
Nighthawk looks up to Andrew and then back to Warren, before rolling forwards and extending a hand to Warren with a big smile on his face.
Nighthawk: It’d be my pleasure.
Warren looks at the hand, and a nervous smile spreads across his hand as he takes it, and we fade.
Well howdy there pardner.