Post by adm on Sept 1, 2011 9:10:47 GMT -6
My god sits in the back of the limousine
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine
My god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene
*Clap, Clap, Clap* Congratulations on making yourself out to be a hypocrite. Yes, Spike, I am talking to you. I enjoyed listening to you go on and on about things that DO NOT MATTER. I mean, your childhood, your personal problems of the last umpteen years, etc. That doesn't matter to anyone here. Well, except your family and friends. And seeing as I am NEITHER of them, why should I care if your father is an asshole. I never knew mine, maybe it's best I didn't, seeing how yours was crazy. But then again, I really don't like getting into my past. I wonder why.
Psst...it doesn't matter.
So what is it you want me to do, Spike? Do you want me to respect you? Bow down? Or ALL BLOODY HAIL? Now...that last one makes me think. Are you trying to make fun of the fact that seventy years ago your country was almost demolished by a crazy methamphetamine-fueled German? I'm sorry, but...
HEIL SPIKE!
In all seriousness, though. I am just trying to get your goat. I understand where you want respect. I mean, you are a recovering addict of a wrestler. Even members of the nCw roster in the past have succumb to drug addiction. Men like Davey Ortega, for instance. You could have been next, but instead, you chose rehab. You chose the near-death experience of withdrawals. You CHOSE it, it didn't choose you. That's why it hurt your body so much to kick the habit. I've seen what happens to drug addicts, Spike. They vomit until they can't, and keep vomiting. They get dizzy spells. Their heart palpitates and they feel like they are about to die. Some do, actually. Because, addiction is the body PHYSICALLY NEEDING a POISON to survive. I'm not an uneducated man. I am not a High School dropout without much knowledge of philosophy or intellectual things. I know you've wanted more, you've probably had cravings, but the twenty-eight days made this part easier. You have a support network. But you know, for a fact, like every good story.
It never ends the way you think it will.
So why don't you think about it, Spike. You are the legend here, the man who has been around longer than anyone else. You are the guy who beat Lance Ryan for the World Championship, you are one of the first inducted into the Hall of Fame. You are the "God of Xtreme". And of course, you still leverage a lot of shirt and merchandise sales on that moniker, even if you haven't really been involved in an Xtreme Rules match in a while. You leverage your legacy on beating men like Lance, Adam Knite, Gib, your brother Brad, the Hollands, Trent Helms, and the list goes on. So why do you take it SO PERSONALLY when a "rookie" like me, well rookie compared to you, old man, doesn't show you the "respect you deserve." Now, I don't know about you, but I have a feeling it has something to do with...
Ego.
Don't get me wrong, I respect what you've done in your career. I used to be a big fan of yours. I didn't know about your personal demons then, though. I just watched you win title after title, I even had a poster of you in my attic gym for a while. But then, I just HAD to tear it down. You see, I realized just how fake you were as a God when I found out about your addiction. You are like any movie star, any musician, turning to drugs to soothe the fact that you had let yourself become enslaved by your occupation you were supposed to enjoy.
So now, I'm supposed to RESPECT you for enjoying your work again, when you should have to begin with? Now, I'm not going to say I haven't had my struggles with this job. But I've NEVER once taken drugs. I may drink, a little, but I do not shoot up. I don't spoil my organs with heroin or methamphetamine or whatever else you have been on. But then again, isn't that what this match, and every match you are in has been about lately. Your drug addiction. Isn't that why you have been losing, because people have taken shots that are all-too-personal and you struggle to maintain focus to keep your back off the mat for the one-two-three.
I think it is.
I'm not an idiot, Spike, I can read you like a book. You wouldn't have gone into that diatribe on your past if you weren't in the least bit irked that I was resorting to the common tactic of the story-of-the-week of your addiction struggle over a month ago. And then rubbing my "friend" Jimmy Zane's victory, which, you may call a fluke. But I'd say wasn't one when he and Lex beat the Former World Champ and their former stable leader like they were two kindergartners, the next week. It wasn't much of a fluke, I'd call it him finally getting a bit of a stride on, instead of being more focused on changing his persona every five minutes. But that, is a bit far from the real subject, isn't it?
You mentioned my not wanting the Honor Championship, and how hard I held onto it. Well...wouldn't you? Just saying, Spike OLD pal, but if you were Champion, even if you verbally decimated the worth of the belt you hold, you'd still defend it because you ENJOY TO HURT PEOPLE. I know I do. I enjoyed taking Potter to his limit, even despite the loss. I enjoyed taking Pooler out of nCw. I enjoyed facing two Giants. The thing is, a title also INHIBITS you. You can't face whoever you want, you just get put up against the next guy who is supposed to challenge you. Without a title, you are free to pick a title to go after, or pick someone to want to destroy in a non-title bout. Now think about THAT for a second, Spike. Wouldn't you enjoy it more to have freedom, than restriction? I know I do. I like looking at my schedule for Battlegrounds and having it WIDE OPEN instead of "Face challenger #3 for the Honor Championship".
And isn't that the best way, Spike, picking your battles. Because if you had a chance to PICK someone to face this week, I'm sure you'd have chosen someone other than me. It's not that you can't beat me, it's just that you have "bigger fish to fry". You explained it with your black eye. But then again, I might be wrong. I mean, I'm not the one bringing up jobbers I beat to try and keep my claim of being the most Xtreme in nCw. Jack Manson? Who is that? Dirtmurwho? And don't get me started on the biggest jobber of them all that you named, Dark Prophet. Last I saw him, he went so crazy from a loss to FALCON of all people that he's been committed to an asylum since he lost on the same night I lost to Adam for the World Championship. So I REALLY don't see why you are mentioning nobodies to try and make your career seem more legendary. I believe I just said BIGGER names a few minutes ago than the ones YOU PERSONALLY MENTIONED. Maybe I need to take over your P.R. campaign, then your fans wouldn't be praying for the old drug-addled Spike to return. Hell, maybe you'd stop losing to guys like Zane and Potter and the rest of the "Job Squad" as you'd probably refer to us "lowly citizens" of nCw. I mean, nobody really respects you, because...
ALL YOU DO IS ASK FOR IT!
If you stopped, looked in the mirror, and asked "Why don't they respect me?" maybe you'd be answering your own question. Respect isn't given by ASKING for it. Respect is earned through blood, sweat, and tears. And the last I saw, you went away for a month to rehab and you return expecting us all to RESPECT you, after having our role-model and mentor/veteran of Spike Kane come out of the proverbial closet with his drug problem. We respected you BEFORE you said you were an addict. Now we don't. Maybe if you had lied and said you hurt yourself to go to rehab and hid the problem from the world, you'd have a HELL OF A LOT MORE RESPECT than you do now.
So you want me to Hail, fine. I'll hail. I'll hail a cab. I'll hail my friend John as he is across the street. I'll hail a male stripper. I'll hail the hail Irene produced. I'll hail, hell, anything! So how about it, Spike...you want me to do it again?
HEIL SPIKE! FUHRER OF NCW!
I play a game
It's called insincerity
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine
My god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene
*Clap, Clap, Clap* Congratulations on making yourself out to be a hypocrite. Yes, Spike, I am talking to you. I enjoyed listening to you go on and on about things that DO NOT MATTER. I mean, your childhood, your personal problems of the last umpteen years, etc. That doesn't matter to anyone here. Well, except your family and friends. And seeing as I am NEITHER of them, why should I care if your father is an asshole. I never knew mine, maybe it's best I didn't, seeing how yours was crazy. But then again, I really don't like getting into my past. I wonder why.
Psst...it doesn't matter.
So what is it you want me to do, Spike? Do you want me to respect you? Bow down? Or ALL BLOODY HAIL? Now...that last one makes me think. Are you trying to make fun of the fact that seventy years ago your country was almost demolished by a crazy methamphetamine-fueled German? I'm sorry, but...
HEIL SPIKE!
In all seriousness, though. I am just trying to get your goat. I understand where you want respect. I mean, you are a recovering addict of a wrestler. Even members of the nCw roster in the past have succumb to drug addiction. Men like Davey Ortega, for instance. You could have been next, but instead, you chose rehab. You chose the near-death experience of withdrawals. You CHOSE it, it didn't choose you. That's why it hurt your body so much to kick the habit. I've seen what happens to drug addicts, Spike. They vomit until they can't, and keep vomiting. They get dizzy spells. Their heart palpitates and they feel like they are about to die. Some do, actually. Because, addiction is the body PHYSICALLY NEEDING a POISON to survive. I'm not an uneducated man. I am not a High School dropout without much knowledge of philosophy or intellectual things. I know you've wanted more, you've probably had cravings, but the twenty-eight days made this part easier. You have a support network. But you know, for a fact, like every good story.
It never ends the way you think it will.
So why don't you think about it, Spike. You are the legend here, the man who has been around longer than anyone else. You are the guy who beat Lance Ryan for the World Championship, you are one of the first inducted into the Hall of Fame. You are the "God of Xtreme". And of course, you still leverage a lot of shirt and merchandise sales on that moniker, even if you haven't really been involved in an Xtreme Rules match in a while. You leverage your legacy on beating men like Lance, Adam Knite, Gib, your brother Brad, the Hollands, Trent Helms, and the list goes on. So why do you take it SO PERSONALLY when a "rookie" like me, well rookie compared to you, old man, doesn't show you the "respect you deserve." Now, I don't know about you, but I have a feeling it has something to do with...
Ego.
Don't get me wrong, I respect what you've done in your career. I used to be a big fan of yours. I didn't know about your personal demons then, though. I just watched you win title after title, I even had a poster of you in my attic gym for a while. But then, I just HAD to tear it down. You see, I realized just how fake you were as a God when I found out about your addiction. You are like any movie star, any musician, turning to drugs to soothe the fact that you had let yourself become enslaved by your occupation you were supposed to enjoy.
So now, I'm supposed to RESPECT you for enjoying your work again, when you should have to begin with? Now, I'm not going to say I haven't had my struggles with this job. But I've NEVER once taken drugs. I may drink, a little, but I do not shoot up. I don't spoil my organs with heroin or methamphetamine or whatever else you have been on. But then again, isn't that what this match, and every match you are in has been about lately. Your drug addiction. Isn't that why you have been losing, because people have taken shots that are all-too-personal and you struggle to maintain focus to keep your back off the mat for the one-two-three.
I think it is.
I'm not an idiot, Spike, I can read you like a book. You wouldn't have gone into that diatribe on your past if you weren't in the least bit irked that I was resorting to the common tactic of the story-of-the-week of your addiction struggle over a month ago. And then rubbing my "friend" Jimmy Zane's victory, which, you may call a fluke. But I'd say wasn't one when he and Lex beat the Former World Champ and their former stable leader like they were two kindergartners, the next week. It wasn't much of a fluke, I'd call it him finally getting a bit of a stride on, instead of being more focused on changing his persona every five minutes. But that, is a bit far from the real subject, isn't it?
You mentioned my not wanting the Honor Championship, and how hard I held onto it. Well...wouldn't you? Just saying, Spike OLD pal, but if you were Champion, even if you verbally decimated the worth of the belt you hold, you'd still defend it because you ENJOY TO HURT PEOPLE. I know I do. I enjoyed taking Potter to his limit, even despite the loss. I enjoyed taking Pooler out of nCw. I enjoyed facing two Giants. The thing is, a title also INHIBITS you. You can't face whoever you want, you just get put up against the next guy who is supposed to challenge you. Without a title, you are free to pick a title to go after, or pick someone to want to destroy in a non-title bout. Now think about THAT for a second, Spike. Wouldn't you enjoy it more to have freedom, than restriction? I know I do. I like looking at my schedule for Battlegrounds and having it WIDE OPEN instead of "Face challenger #3 for the Honor Championship".
And isn't that the best way, Spike, picking your battles. Because if you had a chance to PICK someone to face this week, I'm sure you'd have chosen someone other than me. It's not that you can't beat me, it's just that you have "bigger fish to fry". You explained it with your black eye. But then again, I might be wrong. I mean, I'm not the one bringing up jobbers I beat to try and keep my claim of being the most Xtreme in nCw. Jack Manson? Who is that? Dirtmurwho? And don't get me started on the biggest jobber of them all that you named, Dark Prophet. Last I saw him, he went so crazy from a loss to FALCON of all people that he's been committed to an asylum since he lost on the same night I lost to Adam for the World Championship. So I REALLY don't see why you are mentioning nobodies to try and make your career seem more legendary. I believe I just said BIGGER names a few minutes ago than the ones YOU PERSONALLY MENTIONED. Maybe I need to take over your P.R. campaign, then your fans wouldn't be praying for the old drug-addled Spike to return. Hell, maybe you'd stop losing to guys like Zane and Potter and the rest of the "Job Squad" as you'd probably refer to us "lowly citizens" of nCw. I mean, nobody really respects you, because...
ALL YOU DO IS ASK FOR IT!
If you stopped, looked in the mirror, and asked "Why don't they respect me?" maybe you'd be answering your own question. Respect isn't given by ASKING for it. Respect is earned through blood, sweat, and tears. And the last I saw, you went away for a month to rehab and you return expecting us all to RESPECT you, after having our role-model and mentor/veteran of Spike Kane come out of the proverbial closet with his drug problem. We respected you BEFORE you said you were an addict. Now we don't. Maybe if you had lied and said you hurt yourself to go to rehab and hid the problem from the world, you'd have a HELL OF A LOT MORE RESPECT than you do now.
So you want me to Hail, fine. I'll hail. I'll hail a cab. I'll hail my friend John as he is across the street. I'll hail a male stripper. I'll hail the hail Irene produced. I'll hail, hell, anything! So how about it, Spike...you want me to do it again?
HEIL SPIKE! FUHRER OF NCW!
I play a game
It's called insincerity