Post by Chris Gardner on May 18, 2011 22:19:30 GMT -6
MINUTES AFTER MAY 15th's COLLISION
I'm pissed off. I'm obviously sneering. I just left the ring after being Thunderstruck by Spike Kane. I cruise through the backstage corridors of Saint Pete Times' Forum, as I hold my head up and look into the horizon with my swollen, red eyes after being clawed in them by my own sister.Christian: Stupid b****es... You think you're so smart... You got one comin'...
I'm supposed to make my way outside of the arena, but then I spot something interesting ahead of me: my sister getting ready to leave the arena. All by herself. I then ditch my packages on the top of a box. Little do I know, but the local cameras are going to tape everything that I'm doing. I hope the guys in the security don't mind seeing me spinning my sister around and punching her right in the face. The shriek she lets out when she falls, the fact that she crumbled to the ground like a sack of rotten potatoes... I don't know why, but it gives me a morbid sensation of pleasure.
Christian: I TRIED TO MAKE IT WORK OUT FOR THE BOTH OF US! I TRIED TO TALK TO YOU! BUT YOU HAD TO DO IT ALL WRONG!
Alysson: WHAT THE HELL NOW?!
She's slowly getting up, and I let her. But now it's too late - I have to vent.
Christian: I WANTED to talk to you! I WANTED to tell you my side of the story! But you just NEEDED to be so full of s***, walking around with your new found holier-than-thou attitude -- do you see where in the g'DAMN world has it gotten you? NOWHERE!
Alysson: Don't talk about s*** you don't know, you ass...
Christian: I'm SICK of your attit-- I'm sick of YOU, Alysson! I made the IMPOSSIBLE to make you grow and be a famous wrestler, a GOOD one at that, but you have to be so f***ing ungrateful!
Alysson: Shut up already, Chris!
Christian: And now you're standing here, being nothing but Zelda Knite's little fan--
Alysson: SHUT UP!
Christian: --, EMF's tool and the Kane Brothers' BITCH!
Alysson has had enough as she throws an emotional slap to my face. I saw that coming a mile away, which allowed me to spare it with one hand, while the other rushes into her neck as I shove and press her against her own locker room's door. I look into her watery round hazel eyes, watch her lips trembling with hate, as I speak calmly...
Christian: You are NOT going to make it to A Night to Remember, you little whore. Mark my words.
I then dismiss her there as I track back, grab my stuff walk away. She looks at me in a mix of fear, hate and disgust, still catching her breath back. Fade out.
THREE DAYS LATER
When was the last time you've seen my wife in a promo of mine? Yeah, I'm enjoying my time with her. It's a warm night in Philadelphia, and it's something I really miss - being in company of Linda Ragnal. She, being a smart and prepared woman, seems to have read my mind as we're now walking into an arborized square, a nice music playing through the local speakers as the place was apparently made to prompt people to relax and act silly in love... Which is not really the most expectable attitude for two wrestlers that met and married during the chaos while she was active inside a ring, now is it? The only problem of this apparent romantic walk is that both me and her are quiet, as we've been for the past several minutes. This is starting to bother the both of us... Apparently more her than me, as she breaks the silence.Linda: You've been acting strangely as of late.
Christian: Hmm?
Linda: You've been short on your patience. You haven't had the time for your papers, and Kim's been calling home time and time again telling me that you're behind on your schedules. That's not you, Chris. What's happening?
I quickly shrug the situation off, the way I know best. Linda apparently no-sells it, though.
Christian: This entire situation with Spike Kane and my sister and everything, it's burning me out. Things're gonna get back on track soon, I suppose.
And then Linda and I dive into silence again. The wind blows and the music plays, and that's as much as it goes.
Christian: I'm tired of Alysson constantly f***ing things up.
Linda: ... pardon me?
Linda stops dead in her tracks, a tad worried. I know for a fact Alysson and her have... or used to have a close friendship back at the time. I heard some stories that, for a short period of time before we married, Linda and Alysson even dated the same woman... Yeah.
Christian: Ever since the Sexified incident, you know, Alysson has been refusing to talk to me.
Linda: Have you TRIED to talk to her about it?
Christian: Of course, honey; several times. She never hears me. And, you see, she keeps blaming me for all the stuff that's happening to her right now, and she never gave me an opportunity to, you know... Tell her the truth.
Linda: And what's the truth? You know, that's something I've been longing to know for a while, too.
I then look straight into her eyes, and speak my heart out.
Christian: I always wanted Alysson to be a double champion.
Linda: Eh?
Christian: Exactly. When I booked her in that Sexified Championship, I was REALLY expecting her to beat Stephanie Sullivan and Chrysta in that Hardcore Championship Match. That way, she would win the two matches back to back and walk into the RoB Arena holding two pieces of gold. She would then be recognized as the sexiest AND most dangerous woman in wrestling.
I sigh in deeply, lowering my head to the ground, as Linda sighs, understanding my point.
Christian: When Alysson lost the Hardcore Championship, I immediately started talking to Liz to set up a rematch between Stephanie and Aly for that very Hardcore Championship. And then Tanya told me that Alysson planned to job the Sexified Championship to the first woman in line and then would work her way up the ranks all over again, because, quote, she didn't want to be recognized as the face of the company just because she was the boss' sister. And ever since, Aly has never talked to me properly. When I joined nCw as a wrestler, though, Alysson seemed to be interested in joining me, she told me she missed the whole wrestling action since RoB folded... But I guess it was her plan all along to screw with my career and make me look bad, wasn't it?
Linda now pats me on a shoulder, and I can tell she believes my words. I wish I was lying, but that's the very truth about my relationship with Alysson.
Christian: And recently, well... I came to the conclusion that it'd be no use for me to play it cool with Alysson. She never gave me the opportunity to get to her and tell her the truth. And that's why I never said I was sorry.
Linda: So you never planned on making her look bad when you booked her in that match... You wanted to make her become the Perfect Package.
I just nod. And that's the absolute truth.
Christian: I love my sister to death, Linda, and I always wanted her to be a champion, a star, the one that would shine brighter than all of the others. But...
I sigh in deeply, as I can't speak anymore. Linda just hugs me, petting my back as we just stand there, once again in silence, but with lighter hearts. My wife knows the truth now...
... when will Alysson's heart allow her to hear and accept it?
We've learned something last time, haven't we? Oh yes, we have.
We learned that I'm in control here, Spike. You may be thinking you and Alysson are in charge here, but I am in the driver's seat. Don't deny it, Spike; both you and I know it. I've been in control of the situation ever since your brother Brad allowed me into his weak spots and gave me the opportunity to give him a retirement pass. And I've been in control all night long. You were expecting me to play the nice, honorable guy that makes the impossible for a clean win? Not my mission. I didn't come for that match to win. My mission was not to let YOU win. And I did exactly that.
Maybe you're looking at me and seeing your stupid little brother Chris Kane in front of you, and I bet you'd love to make a hole in his smile with a well aimed straight to the kisser. But much for your disgust, I'm not as useless and retarded as your brothers used to be. And I'm not a man with empty words like you.
Because I make things happen.
Where were you when I was facing Xander Famularo, Spike? Afraid of coming out to play while I was dealing with the bigger men? Why didn't you come after me after I screwed you sideways while you were surviving Alex Jones? You didn't even bother stopping me - Heck, it took Alysson to be the bigger arsehole and pitch Mercedes Lewis into the impact route. And you ended up laying on your back either way, because you can't do crap by yourself right now.
God of Extreme? More like God of Has-Been.
But if you feel like patting yourself in the back, congratulations - you finally did it, Spike. You finally pissed me off.
I'm fed up with playing it clean and cool with you guys. I'm tired of playing the exemplary kind of guy to try make the younger wrestlers understand what's it to be a straight guy, because guys like have been RUINING my entire work with the starter bases by instating the delusion that they're supposed to be cheap bastards like you.
I may have been lying to you, but you, Spike, are the biggest liar and hypocrite around here. What have you done recently to deserve being called the King of Carnage? What have you been doing as of late to deserve being the God of Extreme? Banging that whore Alysson on tape for the world to see? You know, your brother Bradley said the very same thing about Megan, the whole "I have true feelings" s**t before those videos were released. And you remember what happened in the end. You should check your organs, by the way - you might've inherited all of your brother's STDs by copulating with that second-hand concubine.
I really hope you're enjoying.
As far as bringing a new championship to nCw... Yeah, it took a guy like me to give some sense to your belt. Because a man like you couldn't make it happen by being the world's biggest fake ever. Honor Championship - seriously, Spike? A man like you has no honor. It took an apprentice for you to deem it legit, because neither HE nor YOU could get the work done. It took a man like me to exalt the name and the purpose of the championship YOU created. Honor is a luxury article, Spike. I showed the world I can abide to strict rules when it comes to defending championships. I beat men bigger and larger than me in order to get to this belt and keep it. I fought men that cared less about honor than you, Spike, and I defeated them all. I've already set one record, one that your pupil couldn't reach, because he never got past the third defense.
You couldn't get the job done with the Honor Championship.
You couldn't get the job done when it came to Brad Kane.
You couldn't get the job done for a long time when it came to your own g'damn IDENTITY.
Masks do fall, and History proves it. And come Sunday, Spike, it's time for the entire world to know the true colors of Christian Gardner and Michael Kane. Some people might like what they're gonna see, most won't, but one thing is for sure: I'm going to take one more thing away from you, that's the joy of shouting out to the world you dethroned the man that re-created the championship that you instated.
Come Sunday, Spike, Alysson won't be there to help you. Nobody will. It's gonna be you, me and the rules you created. And then you'll see that I've grown to be way, WAY better than you ever expected your apprentice or any of his successors to be. You'll realize that the Honor Championship has never had a better champion than me.
And then, Spike, we can throw honor out of the window, like you say you like to do, and we can try to rip each other apart. Take this opportunity to ask Alysson about my wrestling style, and you'll know that I've always trained to be a suicidal wreck of a wrestler, a man that measures no consequences when jumping in a mission.
This style helped me survive against men like Lex Sense, Brad Kane... And this style will lead me to step over your fallen blacked-out body for another three-count. And once that happens, I'm going to do what you and nobody else ever managed to do, and will write my name in the history of nCw as not only the Honor Champion with most consecutive defenses, but the longest reigning Honor Champion of all times.
And there'll be nothing you can do after I
ROCK
YOUR
WORLD!!!