Post by Ghost Spike on Aug 2, 2013 21:16:43 GMT
A victory is all some people care about, it’s all they want at their bottom line, and nine times out of ten they don’t care how they got it. I used to be one of those people, I would try to win at any cost, in any way shape or form, that would often include nefarious deeds....but I’m a good Spike Kane now....so I do anything I can to win, in any way shape or form, including nefarious deeds.
Bazinga.
The thing is, though the records will show that InFamous and Ayla St. James hold a victory over EverySense and Tifa Heafy....it feels hollow, y’know? Mainly because....we had it won, we were a second away from winning the match before Lex Sense showed the world that he’s such a giant pussy that he can’t take a defeat like a man.
I mean two weeks in a row, right?
Thing is, it was all set to be a great night. We had a chance to steal the limelight, we had a chance to put on possibly the greatest match in IWF so far, but no....baby threw his toys out of the pram, then decided to ruin the second greatest night of Joe Everyman’s career.
Nice one, dickheads.
Thing is, you two had your chance. You had your turn, and it seems like you can’t accept that it’s over. Newsflash bitch tits, you need to adapt, evolve....and if it takes two of you to take on Joe? It doesn’t send much of a message does it? Oh right....you laid us out, can’t take that away from you. Two dudes much bigger than us overpowered us and managed to prevent us from saving our friend......nice. First shots on you, right?
Well nut up for round two, bitches.
~~~
The scene opens up on the mobile home that was once the travelling home of Spike Kane and Alysson Gardner-Kane, but now it’s just Spike’s though he’s often accompanied by Rob Diamond. Right now the R.V. is parked on the side of the road, and Spike Kane is sitting there in the driver seat with his feet up on the dash, an open bottle of whiskey in his hand and staring out into the night. The radio is playing a mix of break up songs, emo as hell, you get the picture.
“I remember when, all the games began. Remember every little lie....and every last goodbye”
Spike’s eyes seem lost as he gazes into the nothingness and takes a swig from the whiskey bottle, the music droning on in the background. Just as Rob pokes his head through into the driving compartment and winces as he spots the whiskey in Spike’s hand.
Rob: Spike....man....you shouldn’t be drinking.
With a chuckle, Spike takes another gulp of the whiskey, the alcohol barely having an effect on the irishman. He waves a dismissive hand at Rob.
Spike: Don’t worry. It wasn’t me who had the drinking problem, that was Brad. I can booze my handle..............handle by boozle.........you know what I mean.
Spike fumbles over his words, clearly he has been drinking for a while, maybe whilst Rob was napping out the back.
Rob: That’s not what I mean buddy. Even though you’ve pulled over, it’s still illegal to drink in the drivers seat-
Spike rises in a huff and flumps down into the passenger seat, making an elaborate scene out of the whole thing, clearly pissed off and not caring if he annoys Rob.
Rob: Dude....don’t give me shit man. I understand you’re hurting. I get that you’re bummed out because of Aly, but I’m not the enemy Mike. I’m you’re bro, I got your back.
With another sip, Spike let’s out a muffled laugh that seems slightly mixed with a bit of a sob in the same breath. He let’s the bottle hang and looks to Rob with the saddest eyes you can imagine.
Spike: She’s trying to take Xander.....
Spike’s lip quivvers and he breaks down into tears, a huge drunk, sad mess and Rob has to close his eyes and pushes his own shit down as he moves forwards to try and help Spike deal with the latest train wreck in his joke of a life.
~~~
Don’t worry Xander, I’m already getting ready for your rebuttal. Waiting for you to take notes of everything I say and sit there and respond like a good little boy. I’m waiting for the inevitable Famularo boast, where you claim to be my bogey opponent, somebody I can never beat.
But the tired old shtick doesn’t fit anymore, does it?
I’ve beaten everybody I’ve ever wanted to except taking your old man down one on one. That was something I wanted to do, because your pops earned my respect. He worked his god damn ass off, and proved to the world that age don’t mean shit. Kind of how you tried to do, but with the reverse, you know? Youth over experience instead of the other way around. Oh, I’m not denying you weren’t good Xander. You were one of the best, you were a monster.
You were a king amongst Famularo’s.
Or Famularo wannabes.
Or Famularo butt buddies.
Things are a little different here Xander, you don’t have your hierarchy to protect you. No, instead you found somebody else to latch onto, somebody else to help bolster your records, to help pad out your personal legacy. That’s cool man, people do things differently. You’ve always been a formidable opponent, you drive fear into the hearts of your enemies....you and Lex together?
That shit is scary.
I’m not stupid or naive enough to ignore it. One of you alone is intimidating, and two of you together is just down right nasty. Given the effect that you both had over nCw, it just seems to set up a path of brutality and pain ahead of the roster here in IWF. The thing is though.....you made your message with Joe Everyman. Now, I love Joe, he’s one of my oldest friends in this business, hell I’ve been friends with Joe since before you even started in this business.....but you made your point with Joe Everyman?
I can’t even think of an analogy that fits....
Like....a music snob, hating on Fall Out Boy? Gah....I don’t even know.
Here’s a guy who paid his dues, more so than anybody else in this business that I know, and I’ve been doing this since nineteen ninety six! A guy who worked hard, year after year, and put up with all the tormenting from every clique you could imagine.....but he finally got out from under it all....he finally fucking did it...and you shit all over him.
Why. You’re such a big scary man Xander.
I’m not afraid of you. Your Famularo pride means jack squat to me, ever since you let that Williams whore into your family it seems to have watered things down. I told you dude, Todd Williams is a cancer, and you banging his sister.....it just wasn’t a wise life choice. Evidence provided here by you attacking Joe Everyman to make a statement. I know I keep saying this, but I need to let it sink in, because I’m not quite sure I even understand it myself.
Attacking Joe Everyman to make a statement.
What, who can be the most mediocre person here? Who can be the “almost was” of the company? Oh wait....we’ve surpassed that now haven’t we? And I’m pretty sure Mike Machado has that mediocre thing down, so let’s not touch that. What I’m trying to get down to Xander....is I don’t think you are the man you used to be. You seem almost like a fish out of water.....you failed to beat Xavier Cross for the heavyweight championship, and then threw a tantrum by beating down Joe and his buds who tried to save him.
Oh yeah, you thought I’d forget that didn’t you?
Nope. Go ahead Xander. Be proud of it. Be proud of the fact that you prevented Rob and I from protecting our friend, be proud that you are a pair of bullies going forward with the knowledge that you made your impact, and you prevented InFamous from ruining your day. I won’t take anything away from you Xander, you guys are capable brawlers, you’re outstanding performers, but you see within the confines of the ring, you have to obey the rules.....you have to adhere to the law...
The law that InFamous reigns.
You see, despite your records, despite your accomplishments, we’ve all had it drilled into us that IWF is a new start, that it’s a clean slate and Joe Everyman being the top dog is proof of that. So keep it in mind Xander...when you brag about your win loss record, which you always do....remember that Rob and I? InFamous? We’re undefeated. More than that kiddo, we’re the undefeated tag team champions. You thought last week was your chance to make your statement?
Well this week it’s our turn.
~~~
“Mr Kane? You can go through now...”
The secretary rises to her feet and points to an office door with a look of scorn on her face. Spike rises gruffly and nods his thanks to her before he walks to the door, knocking and entering. On the opposite side of the desk sits a woman with her blonde hair tied back into a bun, a dress shirt with a jacket and a very tight skirt, with high heels. She looks at Spike with a little look of disgust as he shuffles into the room and extends his hand to her.
Spike: I’m sorry for the appearance....I only found out about the meeting this morning, My.....my wife informed my Cousin and she called me to let me know. I’m on the road you see...
Solicitor: I’m aware Mr Kane, but we appreciate you attending this morning. I understand a man with your.....lifestyle.....has quite a busy schedule.
She reached out and ever so slightly shook his hand, before gesturing for him to sit down. Spike does so in a nervous fashion that we’re not used to seeing.
Spike: Ugh...yeah, you could say that.
Solicitor: Well Mr Kane, I’ll not waste your time, let’s get down to business. Your wife Alysson Gardner-Kane issued you with divorce papers with a few amendments to be made, most notably there is an issue with your assets, such as your wrestling school, and your home in Boston, and of course the issue of the custody of the four year old child Xander Aiden Kane.
Spike fidgets nervously, the mention of his son obviously drawing his attention.
Spike: I really don’t care about anything else, as long as she doesn’t take my son away from me.
Solicitor: Well sir, I’m afraid you are not exactly in a position to be making demands...
Spike: What do you mean?
The solicitor shuffles her papers now, obviously annoyed with Spike and seemingly taking some personal issue with this case.
Solicitor: Mr Kane.....without taking into consideration your previous drug habit, your previous mental instabilities....and your previous violent convictions....you laid your hands on her!
Spike goes to respond, but no words come out. The look of utter shame fills his face and he hangs his head, tears start to well up once more as the realisation hits him, that it is all his fault.
Solicitor: Going into these negotiations sir, you have to understand that you do not hold the moral high ground. You have to be smart, and reserved, because right now....she has everything to take you to the cleaners.....but that isn’t what she wants.
Spike: Can you.....is there anything I can....I mean....
Solicitor: I’m afraid if you’re adamant that you will not give up custody of your son, there is nothing that can be done to avoid court.
Spike: Never...
Solicitor: Then I’m afraid we are done here then Mr Kane....if you can have your legal council get in touch with us, we can arrange a date.
Spike sits there and just stares at the woman, knowing that there is a long and brutal path ahead of him where everything he has ever done will be called into question. He leans forwards and plunges his head into his hands as the women just looks at him like it was all his fault.
~~~
Two weeks in a row I get the pleasure of going against Lex Sense. Last week didn’t exactly turn out as planned, though I did tell Joe not to trust you - but hey, nobody ever listens to me do they? Oh well....I’ll still try to give out the advice I feel others need, just like now when I look to you Lex, and I tell you....not to trust Xander Famularo.
I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if you murdered each other, because that’s the kind of upstanding individual that I am, but I can see that your alliance will not last. You are both power hungry, you are both greedy, and you both have that driving force inside you that wants the world to accept you as the best. I know it, because I have it too. Like you see me Lex, you see how proud I am to DOMINATE the tag team division, to all but kill off the competition it seems....and you look down on me like I’m beneath you?
You couldn’t beat Joe Everyman.
Rob and I have defeated every single tag team that has walked through the doors of IWF, and sent more than one home packing. Remember the James Gang? Remember Jackhammer and his OTHER tag team partner? Hey....remember Criminal Intent? We didn’t slide by Lex, we didn’t cruise to a victory. We worked harder than everyone else, we rose to the top on our own steam and we proved to the world that we are one of, if not the best tag teams to ever grace this business we all love so much. We became champions.
You threw a tantrum.
Nice move though, stabbing Joe in the back? Classic. I mean the forshadowing was just priceless theatre, we all saw it coming....but not with Xander, that was a good swing, nobody saw that coming. Times do change Lex, things happen and people evolve....or die. You can make snidey comments about me all you want, but the fact of the matter is still this...I had a title shot, and I became a champion.....you did not. Just like in nCw, I only ever had two world title shots....and only one which was a singles match. I was never even pinned or made to submit to lose my title in the first place....ironically enough, my second shot included Joe Everyman. That was Joe’s first big shot.....waaaaaay before you were on the scene. Just like I was here, way before you were on the scene.
And I’ll be here long after you’re gone.
You see Lex, you’re a flavour of the month type of guy. The sort of wrestler who comes in, wins a few matches, gets the attention of the higher ups and is pushed into the limelight, bringing media attention world wide to the scene that you are pushed into.....but ultimately, you flop.....you become stale....you grow tired. Me? I’m a legend. I have had and continue to have a lasting effect on this company. I singlehandedly ushered in the era of Xtreme, and squashed the pathetic attempt of an era of Ultra-Violence. I have had a hand in the evolution of so many careers, it’s insane....Dave and Milo Holland.....Jake Conway......Xavier Williams......hell, even Joe Everyman himself. You though Lex? You’re bottom line?
Is Lex Sense.
Which is why your allegiance brings such a smirk to my face, because all the two of you care about....is yourselves. Number one. Self preservation. Rob and I? We’d kill for each other, die for each other if we have to. We’ve evolved as singles wrestlers, shown the world what we can do, been world heavyweight champions and hall of famers, but since we’ve come to IWF we’ve evolved even more as a team, as a unit, as a family. We know how the other one thinks without having to speak aloud. We work so efficiently that the higher ups are struggling to find teams to face us, because they know that the InFamous train cannot be halted. I know you look down on our division Lex, because you’re ignorant and self absorbed...
But the tag team division has provided quality entertainment week in and week out.
We’ve been going out there doing our best every single week, and it shows when our L column has a 0 in it. Something that you seemed awfully defensive about. Waaah I lost to Joe, waaah I’m better than him, honestly, I am.
Obviously not.
Considering you put so much emphasis on your loss, you seemed pretty happy to throw away the match last week, but then again....it’s probably because you already knew you were going to lose, and of course we can’t have the mighty Lex Sense lose two matches clean in a week, right? I mean that might damage his ego! So naturally you throw the match in an attempt to maintain the power, the control. I see through your facade Lex.
I see the coward that remains.
With Rob at my side, we’re pretty much undefeatable, because we put the effort in. We take our opponents seriously, and we learn....we adapt and evolve. People like Xander and yourself, overlook people like us, and that is where we thrive. The Juggernauts may already be looking past InFamous, but we’re locked on to you two, and at Sacrifice, we show the world what a bunch of little brats you both are....and we make the tag team division stand head and shoulders above everybody else!
Can your “consistency” beat our undefeated streak?
Well howdy there pardner.