Post by Spike Kane on Jul 31, 2011 7:05:25 GMT -6
“A word or words by which an entity is designated and distinguished from others.”
You know what is funny.....I've known you for how long now Jake? How many years is it now? How many federations have we ripped through and you have the gall to stand there and ask me why I'm called the God of Xtreme?
Why?
Obviously the millions of acts I have performed to live up to that name night after night, victim after victim wasn't enough for you, huh? Ending the careers of the likes of Dark Prophet, Jack Manson, and Vertigo Dirtmurder wasn't enough of an example......really? Well, then I guess it's time for a little history lesson...
As you all are probably quite well aware, the Kane sex drive is quite.....active. Mine not as much as Brad and Freya's right now, but it used to be. A long time ago I joined a now defunct federation ran by a woman named Bianca. She was gorgeous, and the most beautiful promoter I've ever met (sorry Leo, she beats you ) She saw the talent that I had and decided to form an Xtreme division booking me in it's first ever title match and laughing to herself as the ratings sky rocketed when I destroyed some no named punk to become the companies first ever Xtreme champion. Now the thing is Bianca was a brilliant money maker, not only did she book cleverly but she could sell anybody to anybody and she was a great commentator as well. It was during my endless streak as the Xtreme that she realised nobody was going to take the title from me, that I was too good to be constrained by my mid card status....so she cleverly started to lead me into the main event, still holding the Xtreme title. She gave me a tag partner and watched as we destroyed everyone in our path and dominated that division too.
Then she did something very clever....she knew I was infatuated with her, so she put her services on the line in a match with her chosen champion The Bulk. Who, let's face it never stood a chance. I beat him and acquired the services of Bianca, much like I acquired the services of your lady friend so long ago. She manoeuvred me into an Xtreme Title match against Bulk in the basement, where she got involved and cost me the title......needless to say, I was a little more than angry so I demanded she make it up to me......this is where her genius shone through, she booked a world title match for my partner against the world champion, and her way of making it up to me was by booking me into the match and making it a triple threat. For the first time I was in a federation where I knew nobody and I was getting a world title shot, obviously my tag team partner wasn't too happy but I couldn't care less I was going to win that match.
I'm sure you know Jake...I did win that match, I wrapped myself in barbed wire and set myself on fire before executing the most dangerous moonsault anybody has ever seen to pick up the pinfall and bless, dear Bianca on commentary, as I flew through the air debated with her co-host about how xtreme a man I was and for the first time ever called me “The God of Xtreme” and as you can tell, it stuck, because it fits me perfectly. It sums up exactly what I'm capable of doing in the ring, and it shows that I am always, ALWAYS read to go above and beyond to prove myself over my opponent. Something you should be pretty damn clear about by now Jake.
How many times have I left you broken in the middle of the ring staring up at the lights?
How many times have I crushed your dreams, just because I had the power to do so?
How many times have I brought your life crashing down around you, just because I felt like it?
I'm a mean mother lover. I'm not disillusioned about my past. I'm a horrible bastard who has done truly unspeakable things to you and your loved ones, because my head was screwed with throughout my life, because it was the only way I knew how to train, how to become stronger. It pains me to say this, as much as it pains Brad to say this....but after all my fighting, all my determination...
I still became my father.
You have no idea how much it hurts me to say that Jake, but at the same time bringing myself to this realisation proves to me that the things I did to you were wrong Jake. The way I treated you, the bull**** lessons I taught you....were wrong. The only reason you haven't fallen into a waste of a life like I have is because you had the common sense to step back and realise you didn't want to end up like me, that you wanted to be better than me, to beat me....
You've become a formidable foe Jake, one hell of a wrestler, and one hell of a guy.
I'm just sorry for my part in your corruption.
~~~
You know what is funny.....I've known you for how long now Jake? How many years is it now? How many federations have we ripped through and you have the gall to stand there and ask me why I'm called the God of Xtreme?
Why?
Obviously the millions of acts I have performed to live up to that name night after night, victim after victim wasn't enough for you, huh? Ending the careers of the likes of Dark Prophet, Jack Manson, and Vertigo Dirtmurder wasn't enough of an example......really? Well, then I guess it's time for a little history lesson...
As you all are probably quite well aware, the Kane sex drive is quite.....active. Mine not as much as Brad and Freya's right now, but it used to be. A long time ago I joined a now defunct federation ran by a woman named Bianca. She was gorgeous, and the most beautiful promoter I've ever met (sorry Leo, she beats you ) She saw the talent that I had and decided to form an Xtreme division booking me in it's first ever title match and laughing to herself as the ratings sky rocketed when I destroyed some no named punk to become the companies first ever Xtreme champion. Now the thing is Bianca was a brilliant money maker, not only did she book cleverly but she could sell anybody to anybody and she was a great commentator as well. It was during my endless streak as the Xtreme that she realised nobody was going to take the title from me, that I was too good to be constrained by my mid card status....so she cleverly started to lead me into the main event, still holding the Xtreme title. She gave me a tag partner and watched as we destroyed everyone in our path and dominated that division too.
Then she did something very clever....she knew I was infatuated with her, so she put her services on the line in a match with her chosen champion The Bulk. Who, let's face it never stood a chance. I beat him and acquired the services of Bianca, much like I acquired the services of your lady friend so long ago. She manoeuvred me into an Xtreme Title match against Bulk in the basement, where she got involved and cost me the title......needless to say, I was a little more than angry so I demanded she make it up to me......this is where her genius shone through, she booked a world title match for my partner against the world champion, and her way of making it up to me was by booking me into the match and making it a triple threat. For the first time I was in a federation where I knew nobody and I was getting a world title shot, obviously my tag team partner wasn't too happy but I couldn't care less I was going to win that match.
I'm sure you know Jake...I did win that match, I wrapped myself in barbed wire and set myself on fire before executing the most dangerous moonsault anybody has ever seen to pick up the pinfall and bless, dear Bianca on commentary, as I flew through the air debated with her co-host about how xtreme a man I was and for the first time ever called me “The God of Xtreme” and as you can tell, it stuck, because it fits me perfectly. It sums up exactly what I'm capable of doing in the ring, and it shows that I am always, ALWAYS read to go above and beyond to prove myself over my opponent. Something you should be pretty damn clear about by now Jake.
How many times have I left you broken in the middle of the ring staring up at the lights?
How many times have I crushed your dreams, just because I had the power to do so?
How many times have I brought your life crashing down around you, just because I felt like it?
I'm a mean mother lover. I'm not disillusioned about my past. I'm a horrible bastard who has done truly unspeakable things to you and your loved ones, because my head was screwed with throughout my life, because it was the only way I knew how to train, how to become stronger. It pains me to say this, as much as it pains Brad to say this....but after all my fighting, all my determination...
I still became my father.
You have no idea how much it hurts me to say that Jake, but at the same time bringing myself to this realisation proves to me that the things I did to you were wrong Jake. The way I treated you, the bull**** lessons I taught you....were wrong. The only reason you haven't fallen into a waste of a life like I have is because you had the common sense to step back and realise you didn't want to end up like me, that you wanted to be better than me, to beat me....
You've become a formidable foe Jake, one hell of a wrestler, and one hell of a guy.
I'm just sorry for my part in your corruption.
~~~
We open up once again on the room we have become familiar with over the last week, the room Spike Kane had been staying in during his rehab. Spike is sitting on the end of the bed looking downwards. His arms rest lazily on his knees and he does not seem like he is in a very talkative mood. The God of Xtreme had truly been humbled during his experience here, stripping him down to the very basic form of a human being. His accolades did not mean anything here, he was just a man who had lost his way.
“You ready to go?”
Spike turned to see an orderly standing in the door. Spike's eyes showed deep sadness as he eyed the orderly. The poor guy had a plaster of kind over his nose and all around it was very bruised. Spike motioned towards his nose and nodded to the guy.
Spike: ...was that.....did I?
The guy glares at Spike and folds his arms. Clearly still angry about having his nose broken.
“I don't hold a grudge, you weren't yourself so it's OK”
Spike climbs to his feet and walks towards the orderly, looking right into his eyes as if searching for something.
Spike: I'm coherent now. If it's revenge you seek, then go for it. I won't stop you. I attacked you when you were just trying to help me, it only makes sense that you should be entitled to do the same...
The orderly shakes his head and motions for Spike to walk out of the room. Spike lowers his head in shame. The fact that the orderly said no hit Spike harder than any other words could have, because it meant that the orderly was above him. He walked through the door and headed towards the front of the building, the orderly walking behind him.
“I have to say, we've never had someone as high profile as you in our center before.....it was quite an experience”
Spike doesn't respond, instead he just walks forwards trying not to let things completely crush him. As far as he was aware he had been dumped here to “get better2 and left here to rot, no visitors and no friendly faces. He could feel the anger from the orderly resonating, whether he would accept it or not. He rounded the corner to the front desk, where a duffel bag with his belongings was waiting for him. He signed his name on the sheet and checked the bag before nodding to the orderly with the broken nose and heading towards the front door. The bright light from the sun outside hurting his eyes. He raised a hand to block the sun before his eyes adjusted to see someone standing there in front of him, arms folded with an odd look of sympathy on his face....Brad Kane.
Brad: Alysson was going to come get you, but I made her stay at home so I could....Mike...
Spike drops his bag and literally falls into his brother as they embrace, tears start to stream from Spike's face as the two brothers hug.
Spike: Brad...I'm....I'm so sorry!
Brad pulls Spike away and looks right into his eyes as they well up with tears.
Brad: You don't need to apologise right now Mike. You know you did wrong, you know that people will be angry at you.....but we are your family and we will always care about you, OK?
Spike nods as he sobs, wiping the tears away from his face. He takes a second to take a deep breath and try to regain his composure.
Brad: We've both done stuff we are not proud of Mike, but it is what makes us human.....but from now on, when you have a problem, you come to me right? I'll do the same too.....
Spike smiles as he fist bumps his brother and grabs his bag. He nods his head as he heads towards the passenger side door.
Spike: What else are brothers for?
The two smile, something we haven't seen for a while as they both climb into the car and the scene fades away.
~~~
“When the sun goes down the stars come out,
Like the ghosts of yesterday
So drink 'em down because some things never change
Baby sing it loud
We ain't gonna f*ck around
When the sun goes down let me here you say
This is my town
It's my town!
It's my town!
It's my town!
This is my town
It's my town!
It's my town!
It's my town!
This is my town ”
I am a living legend. This is the thing that makes me stand out from most other people in nCw. A lot of people have come, made their impact and have left. True in some sentences they are mentioned with awe and bated breath, yet in other instances they are slandered and insulted. People like Lance Ryan, Dave and Milo Holland, Davey Ortega, Jack Manson........the difference between me and them?
I can defend myself.
I sat on the sidelines before Jake, when I becamse nCw General Manager. Me, the hot headed irish blooded God of Xtreme would have to sit there and listen to what these punks who were not even fit enough to lace my *** damn boots up running my name through the mud to try and make a name for themselves.....like Xavier Cross.
And where the f*ck is he now?
You are right though Jake, there is nothing for me to prove. I have nothing left to prove because I've already done it, however unlike you my life doesn't revolve around people thinking I'm the best, people thinking I'm relevant....because I already know it. I'm the best in the world at what I do.
Yeah, infringement from about three people right there, but do I care? No....because it's true.
When people fight me they step their game up, they try their hardest to show up the God of Xtreme, the triple crown champion.....the Legend that is....and some do, some of them do get past me and look what happens to them. Look at Steve Awesome, Falcon, Adam Knite. People that I have never beaten because they are on the same kind of level as me. I don't pretend for a second that I can beat everyone all of the time because I am a firm believe that anybody can beat anybody on any given night. You give Sexy Jason a world title shot against Rob Diamond and you just never know what will happen......Hexx has proven this.
But you Jake, you're obsessed with trophies, whether they be made of gold, the fans adulation, or whether they be women. Something that has always been a massive weakness for you my friend. If there is a chance for some extra kind of fame, some extra recognition you will leap full force blind at it. This week you have a chance to show up your mentor, to show the world that you are not in the shadow of Spike Kane, to show them all how far you have come....and I can already tell you will crack under the pressure. For you, this match is something, another trophy...to beat me here in nCw will mean so much to you, but for me? It's just a match. Just another chance for me to showcase my skills and abilities and nudge myself towards that push I need and the chance for another world title run. I'm not blind, I'm not over reacting....it's in the cards, I can feel it. Spike Kane belongs in the main event, and it is just a matter of time. Putting all my effort into having an amazing match with you at the web show tonight is just another step towards it, and I know we will Jake.
We'll steal the pre show and set the standard for Picture Perfect.
However, as humbled as I have been over the last couple of weeks. I'm not broken, I'm not a shell....I'm back to being my normal self. I'm back to being a frikkin' machine that will stop at nothing until my blood lust is quenched and until these fans believe we have given there all.
I stay because I owe it to them Jake.
I continue to do this, because I love it.
So tell me, how do you think your pride will measure up to my love for this business? In my adopted hometown of Boston, when the crowd are roaring for their beloved Spike Kane, when no matter what you do they won't cheer for you, when the deck is stacked against you and no ace's can stand against the might of Boston....
….yeah, thought as much.
Now if you'll excuse me I've just been informed that Rob Diamond has allegedly violated my sister....and I need to confirm this one way or the other......
Peace.
No wait, that sucks as an ending, how about we go old school?
Adios b*tches!
….no that still sucks....man I was such a nerd.
Screw it.
Web show.
You.
Me.
ALL BLOODY HAIL!
[/color]“When the sun goes down the stars come out,
Like the ghosts of yesterday
So drink 'em down because some things never change
Baby sing it loud
We ain't gonna f*ck around
When the sun goes down let me here you say
This is my town
It's my town!
It's my town!
It's my town!
This is my town
It's my town!
It's my town!
It's my town!
This is my town ”
I am a living legend. This is the thing that makes me stand out from most other people in nCw. A lot of people have come, made their impact and have left. True in some sentences they are mentioned with awe and bated breath, yet in other instances they are slandered and insulted. People like Lance Ryan, Dave and Milo Holland, Davey Ortega, Jack Manson........the difference between me and them?
I can defend myself.
I sat on the sidelines before Jake, when I becamse nCw General Manager. Me, the hot headed irish blooded God of Xtreme would have to sit there and listen to what these punks who were not even fit enough to lace my *** damn boots up running my name through the mud to try and make a name for themselves.....like Xavier Cross.
And where the f*ck is he now?
You are right though Jake, there is nothing for me to prove. I have nothing left to prove because I've already done it, however unlike you my life doesn't revolve around people thinking I'm the best, people thinking I'm relevant....because I already know it. I'm the best in the world at what I do.
Yeah, infringement from about three people right there, but do I care? No....because it's true.
When people fight me they step their game up, they try their hardest to show up the God of Xtreme, the triple crown champion.....the Legend that is....and some do, some of them do get past me and look what happens to them. Look at Steve Awesome, Falcon, Adam Knite. People that I have never beaten because they are on the same kind of level as me. I don't pretend for a second that I can beat everyone all of the time because I am a firm believe that anybody can beat anybody on any given night. You give Sexy Jason a world title shot against Rob Diamond and you just never know what will happen......Hexx has proven this.
But you Jake, you're obsessed with trophies, whether they be made of gold, the fans adulation, or whether they be women. Something that has always been a massive weakness for you my friend. If there is a chance for some extra kind of fame, some extra recognition you will leap full force blind at it. This week you have a chance to show up your mentor, to show the world that you are not in the shadow of Spike Kane, to show them all how far you have come....and I can already tell you will crack under the pressure. For you, this match is something, another trophy...to beat me here in nCw will mean so much to you, but for me? It's just a match. Just another chance for me to showcase my skills and abilities and nudge myself towards that push I need and the chance for another world title run. I'm not blind, I'm not over reacting....it's in the cards, I can feel it. Spike Kane belongs in the main event, and it is just a matter of time. Putting all my effort into having an amazing match with you at the web show tonight is just another step towards it, and I know we will Jake.
We'll steal the pre show and set the standard for Picture Perfect.
However, as humbled as I have been over the last couple of weeks. I'm not broken, I'm not a shell....I'm back to being my normal self. I'm back to being a frikkin' machine that will stop at nothing until my blood lust is quenched and until these fans believe we have given there all.
I stay because I owe it to them Jake.
I continue to do this, because I love it.
So tell me, how do you think your pride will measure up to my love for this business? In my adopted hometown of Boston, when the crowd are roaring for their beloved Spike Kane, when no matter what you do they won't cheer for you, when the deck is stacked against you and no ace's can stand against the might of Boston....
….yeah, thought as much.
Now if you'll excuse me I've just been informed that Rob Diamond has allegedly violated my sister....and I need to confirm this one way or the other......
Peace.
No wait, that sucks as an ending, how about we go old school?
Adios b*tches!
….no that still sucks....man I was such a nerd.
Screw it.
Web show.
You.
Me.
ALL BLOODY HAIL!