Post by Spike Kane on May 11, 2013 16:57:14 GMT -6
I bet everyone is expecting me to be pissed right? I bet you're all expecting me to snap into a stereotypical God of Xtreme rant. You all want The Spiked One to go nuts and tear into two of his closest friends in this business.....but I'm not going to. I'm not angry, I'm not annoyed, I'm not pissed off. I'm really not. I know it sounds weird, but I've always had a different way of looking at things, always been the "outside of the box" type of guy. You see, you all saw Collision last Sunday Night, you all tuned in for the second last episode, and what you saw was a devious World Champion and everyones favourite flunky screw Spike Kane out of what could have been the greatest victory of his current run. However, I saw it differently.
I saw a worried world champion
I saw someone who had doubts, who had the fear that Spike Kane would topple him and walk out victorious. Do you understand where I'm coming from? Roberto Verona had to make a back-up plan. That should say more to you than I ever could. and we all know that I could talk for England or Ireland if asked to. Our World Champion had to rope Jake "The Ace" Conway into helping him ensure he emerged victorious from our match, which sends the message to me, that Roberto had a nagging feeling that I would beat him. He had that thought in his mind, that his old friend could derail his plans and after having a phenomenal run, he could lose two weeks on the bounce.
That does more for my confidence than you could imagine.
I expect that you all would be thinking that my momentum is crushed, now that my returning winning streak is over, doubt will be starting to crawl into my mind. I've summoned the monster that is Angel, and now I have to recover from a loss by going against his former tag team partner. I'm not worried. I'm not scared. I'm not intimidated. You see, Collision proved that I am still the most dangerous man in this business, let alone this company. I am a threat to everybody, because like I've said countless times before, people are forced to raise their game when they step into the ring with me. Not just the people who curtain jerk, but every single person on the roster; from Jimmy Turner to Adam Knite, from Mr Happy to Steve Awesome. I'm nCw's measuring stick, and it's a role I'm happy to fulfil.
But we're getting ever so close now to A Night to Remember. The buzz is building, excitement is flooding through us all, fans and superstars alike. Collision was just a taste, in the ring stood Roberto Verona and the God of Xtreme, and on the ramp stood Alex Jones.....and Saviour X.
Now, I'm torn Angel, because on one hand I want you to tear Alex Jones limb from limb, absolutely destroy him and prevent any chance of him walking out of nCw as the final world champion. Yet, at the same time, I want him to smash your face in! Yet again though.....I want you at 100% I want you at your best, so that when I get into that ring with you, and the doors to MY den lock closed....we will once and for all find out who the better man is.....and Angel, I haven't looked forward to something like this as much, since I powerbombed Davey Ortega through a flaming table. Look at me Angel, look at what you see. I've never fallen in line for you, I've never drank your cool aid. You say there is no-one left to save?
I never wanted saving in the first place.
I saw a worried world champion
I saw someone who had doubts, who had the fear that Spike Kane would topple him and walk out victorious. Do you understand where I'm coming from? Roberto Verona had to make a back-up plan. That should say more to you than I ever could. and we all know that I could talk for England or Ireland if asked to. Our World Champion had to rope Jake "The Ace" Conway into helping him ensure he emerged victorious from our match, which sends the message to me, that Roberto had a nagging feeling that I would beat him. He had that thought in his mind, that his old friend could derail his plans and after having a phenomenal run, he could lose two weeks on the bounce.
That does more for my confidence than you could imagine.
I expect that you all would be thinking that my momentum is crushed, now that my returning winning streak is over, doubt will be starting to crawl into my mind. I've summoned the monster that is Angel, and now I have to recover from a loss by going against his former tag team partner. I'm not worried. I'm not scared. I'm not intimidated. You see, Collision proved that I am still the most dangerous man in this business, let alone this company. I am a threat to everybody, because like I've said countless times before, people are forced to raise their game when they step into the ring with me. Not just the people who curtain jerk, but every single person on the roster; from Jimmy Turner to Adam Knite, from Mr Happy to Steve Awesome. I'm nCw's measuring stick, and it's a role I'm happy to fulfil.
But we're getting ever so close now to A Night to Remember. The buzz is building, excitement is flooding through us all, fans and superstars alike. Collision was just a taste, in the ring stood Roberto Verona and the God of Xtreme, and on the ramp stood Alex Jones.....and Saviour X.
Now, I'm torn Angel, because on one hand I want you to tear Alex Jones limb from limb, absolutely destroy him and prevent any chance of him walking out of nCw as the final world champion. Yet, at the same time, I want him to smash your face in! Yet again though.....I want you at 100% I want you at your best, so that when I get into that ring with you, and the doors to MY den lock closed....we will once and for all find out who the better man is.....and Angel, I haven't looked forward to something like this as much, since I powerbombed Davey Ortega through a flaming table. Look at me Angel, look at what you see. I've never fallen in line for you, I've never drank your cool aid. You say there is no-one left to save?
I never wanted saving in the first place.
~~~
For once we are not opening up on the glorious Boston home of Spike Kane. Instead we're opening up on the locker room immediately following last Sunday Night's Collision. We see Spike Kane almost fuming with rage as he stands shirtless leaning against the lockers, the sweat dripping down his body. It#s then that the world heavyweight champion, Roberto Verona, cautiously approaches Spike.
Roberto: Hey...
Spike doesn't turn around, he has his back to Roberto, and the look on his face would suggest that a confrontation of sorts was not too far away.
Spike: .....sup?
Roberto: You know it was nothing personal, right? Just business.
Spike let's a slight sigh - come - laugh out of his mouth before he turns to face Roberto with a smirk on his face, a slight look of relief fills Bertie's face.
Spike: Damn straight I know that. I'd have done the same. Hell, I have done the same! I made Jake's life a living hell for years.
Spike's change brings a smile to Roberto now, who adjusts the title on his shoulder and the two seem a lot more comfortable with each other.
Roberto: And he's almost as sick in the head as you, y'know he actually appreciate what you did!?
Spike smirks. Bazinga.
Spike: I have a way with people.
The two begin to laugh a little and the tension that was once there is all but disappeared now. Spike places an arm on Roberto's shoulder and starts to talk a little more seriously.
Spike: Listen man, it was an honour to be in the ring with you tonight. To lock up on that level before nCw goes was a pleasure, but I have to say.....getting AJ to fight Angel the week before A Night to Remember is a stroke of genius.
Roberto: I know. It'll be fun watching them tear each other apart.
Spike lets a little devious chuckle slip from his mouths as the camera begins to fade away.
Spike: That it will my friends, that it will.
And like some scene from a bad James Bond movie we fade on some maniacal laughter, although it's not really maniacal, just ever so slightly evil.
~~~
I never in my wildest dreams would have expected this. The Burning Vs The God of Xtreme, The Burning Angels vs The Empire.....Chaos Theory......Age of the Revolution.....The Forgotten. Up Late versus Spike TV. Phillip Burns Vs Spike Kane. Do I look excited? Do I look like I'm overcome with nostalgia? I mean it's been something like four years since we locked up right? (I could be wrong, I don't really keep track) It's a throwback of the ages. I should be psyched.
But I'm not.
I really don't like you Burns. I never have. I f*cking hate you.
You'd think that over the years I would have learned to let things go, right? You#d think I was man enough to let bygones be bygones and let us excel in the ring in honour of nCw's doors closing, but I can't. I hold a mean grudge, and I'll be honest with you Burns. I've never liked you. Ever since day one when I walked into this place, because you held your head up high like your sh*t don't stink.....when you're just as bad as the rest of us. You're just as selfish, just as stuck up, just as arrogant....and you're a f*cking pro at the politics game, we both know that first hand. Yet that isn't just it Burns.....I see you've managed to weasel your way into the Hall of Fame. MAn, you're almost as bad as Trent Helms - (and he's my friend!) You latched yourself on to yet another superior wrestler to get yourself there, just like when nCw first started.....because we both know you couldn't get anywhere on your own merit. You saw the ability and skill that he had and you latched onto it with all your might.
Just like you did with Lance Ryan.
Oh I remember. I remember you desperately trying to outshine the both of us, but failing miserably. Then came your downward spiral, weren't you an alcoholic at one point too? I don't really remember, because I tend to fall asleep when you're on the screen. I do remember the highlight of your early career being Kelly....umm...Fox at the time, dubbing you "The Boring" oh the wit, it knows no bounds! Thing is, she hit the nail right on the head, because that's all you are Burns, you're boring as hell. It's why you need to latch on to other superstars, it's why you couldn't even beat my brother to retain your world title. I mean I lost my title to the arguably best superstar this company ever saw. You? You lost it to the guy who flakes more than both of us combined!
You dragged that prestigé down.
When I held that title it meant something, you were the man, you were the best. You? You were just the flavour of the month, playing hot potato, and then disappearing into obscurity again. I'm not digging you for leaving, not at all. I understand that in this business you can get burned out, no pun intended, that you need breaks, that eventually everybody snaps. I've seen it happen, I've been doing this thing since nineteen ninety six. My best friends, my own family, my worst enemies....they've all hung up the boots at some point once or twice. Even Dave Holland. It's the curse of this business, we've all had it, otherwise we wouldn't be here.....
The itch.
Different things drag different people in, they make you want to scratch that itch. Whether you missed being in that ring and holding the crowd in the palm of your hand, or whether it was being in front of a camera and captivating the world while tearing your opponent to shreds. OR whether it was coming up with an absolute masterclass of an angle to really drive your performances home. We each have those things, for some of us it's the chance of gold, for others it's the money, and for some it's the adulation of the fans. Either way, we all end up missing it, and that is what this run is all about.
The end of nCw.
How could that not bring you back, right? I mean to give you that chance to say your goodbyes and thank you's to the company that has done so much for us all? It brought me out of retirement, a self imposed retirement and I proved right off the bat that there is no ring rust here, hell to the no. I left the company, I left being in that ring, but I never left the business. I run my own school, training the next generation.....I have a thing about protégés you see, just look at The Ace, Joe Everyman, Xavier Williams, and Atreyu. I'm good at it, it's what I've always done, even back when it was your No Warning Shot against my Empire.
We both know who won that war.
So when I step into the ring with you on Sunday Burns, I won't be filled with a sense of awe. I won't be remembering the times were Ace and I kicked your sorry ass. I won't be remember your sorry reign as champion, but I sure as hell will be seeing one half of the Burning Angels. I will see the man who is friends with my enemy, and therefore by default.....my enemy. So despite the fact that I don't like you, that I hate your guts, despite the fact that I don't need an excuse to pummel your face....I have one. You are the warm up for Angel. Take that in Burns, let it stew, you're a lowly starter, not even the main course....because you're nothing to me. I'm going to break you on Sunday, I'm going to push you further than you have ever been pushed in the past, and the funny thing is.....
It's nothing personal.
Well, nothing personal towards you anyway. It's all about Angel, it's all about setting an example and showing him exactly what he has in store for him at A Night to Remember. So when you're lying with blood pouring from your mouth and nose, when you look up and your eyes are all bloodshot and you see me standing above you victorious, don't blame me buddy, blame your partner....
Blame your Saviour....
But above all, you will...
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!!
!But I'm not.
I really don't like you Burns. I never have. I f*cking hate you.
You'd think that over the years I would have learned to let things go, right? You#d think I was man enough to let bygones be bygones and let us excel in the ring in honour of nCw's doors closing, but I can't. I hold a mean grudge, and I'll be honest with you Burns. I've never liked you. Ever since day one when I walked into this place, because you held your head up high like your sh*t don't stink.....when you're just as bad as the rest of us. You're just as selfish, just as stuck up, just as arrogant....and you're a f*cking pro at the politics game, we both know that first hand. Yet that isn't just it Burns.....I see you've managed to weasel your way into the Hall of Fame. MAn, you're almost as bad as Trent Helms - (and he's my friend!) You latched yourself on to yet another superior wrestler to get yourself there, just like when nCw first started.....because we both know you couldn't get anywhere on your own merit. You saw the ability and skill that he had and you latched onto it with all your might.
Just like you did with Lance Ryan.
Oh I remember. I remember you desperately trying to outshine the both of us, but failing miserably. Then came your downward spiral, weren't you an alcoholic at one point too? I don't really remember, because I tend to fall asleep when you're on the screen. I do remember the highlight of your early career being Kelly....umm...Fox at the time, dubbing you "The Boring" oh the wit, it knows no bounds! Thing is, she hit the nail right on the head, because that's all you are Burns, you're boring as hell. It's why you need to latch on to other superstars, it's why you couldn't even beat my brother to retain your world title. I mean I lost my title to the arguably best superstar this company ever saw. You? You lost it to the guy who flakes more than both of us combined!
You dragged that prestigé down.
When I held that title it meant something, you were the man, you were the best. You? You were just the flavour of the month, playing hot potato, and then disappearing into obscurity again. I'm not digging you for leaving, not at all. I understand that in this business you can get burned out, no pun intended, that you need breaks, that eventually everybody snaps. I've seen it happen, I've been doing this thing since nineteen ninety six. My best friends, my own family, my worst enemies....they've all hung up the boots at some point once or twice. Even Dave Holland. It's the curse of this business, we've all had it, otherwise we wouldn't be here.....
The itch.
Different things drag different people in, they make you want to scratch that itch. Whether you missed being in that ring and holding the crowd in the palm of your hand, or whether it was being in front of a camera and captivating the world while tearing your opponent to shreds. OR whether it was coming up with an absolute masterclass of an angle to really drive your performances home. We each have those things, for some of us it's the chance of gold, for others it's the money, and for some it's the adulation of the fans. Either way, we all end up missing it, and that is what this run is all about.
The end of nCw.
How could that not bring you back, right? I mean to give you that chance to say your goodbyes and thank you's to the company that has done so much for us all? It brought me out of retirement, a self imposed retirement and I proved right off the bat that there is no ring rust here, hell to the no. I left the company, I left being in that ring, but I never left the business. I run my own school, training the next generation.....I have a thing about protégés you see, just look at The Ace, Joe Everyman, Xavier Williams, and Atreyu. I'm good at it, it's what I've always done, even back when it was your No Warning Shot against my Empire.
We both know who won that war.
So when I step into the ring with you on Sunday Burns, I won't be filled with a sense of awe. I won't be remembering the times were Ace and I kicked your sorry ass. I won't be remember your sorry reign as champion, but I sure as hell will be seeing one half of the Burning Angels. I will see the man who is friends with my enemy, and therefore by default.....my enemy. So despite the fact that I don't like you, that I hate your guts, despite the fact that I don't need an excuse to pummel your face....I have one. You are the warm up for Angel. Take that in Burns, let it stew, you're a lowly starter, not even the main course....because you're nothing to me. I'm going to break you on Sunday, I'm going to push you further than you have ever been pushed in the past, and the funny thing is.....
It's nothing personal.
Well, nothing personal towards you anyway. It's all about Angel, it's all about setting an example and showing him exactly what he has in store for him at A Night to Remember. So when you're lying with blood pouring from your mouth and nose, when you look up and your eyes are all bloodshot and you see me standing above you victorious, don't blame me buddy, blame your partner....
Blame your Saviour....
But above all, you will...
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!!