Post by Spike Kane on May 11, 2012 10:10:39 GMT -6
It's been a long time since I locked up with you in the middle of that ring Davey, the thing is....I've changed a lot since then. I've become a father once again, I've found the woman that was made for me, and I'm happy.
For the first time in a long time I'm happy.
I don't need to go into that ring and wreak havoc to pass the time, to get through another painful night. To try and distract myself from my vices just that much longer. I don't need it any more Davey, not like I did back then. Back when I first came into nCw, when I tore the freakin' house down on a regular basis.
I was wild.
I was hungry.
I had a point to prove, and I had to earn the respect of that locker room and each and every one of the fans in the stands and at home. I was a young up and comer who had to go out there and do whatever it took to make sure the people remembered me, to make sure the people left with my named etched into their memory, that they would never forget and I would be catapulted into the limelight.
Four and a half years later Davey.....can you seriously tell me what I did didn't work?
I'm in the Hall of Fame. I've won almost every championship this federation has to offer and I've looked good whilst doing it. I'm not a nice person Davey, I never claimed to be. I've done horrible things in my past, and not just to men either....I've ruined or tarnished almost every woman The Ace has ever touched.....one way or another.
This time last year I went to war with Christian Gardner, literal war....he put my brother out of action, and nobody is allowed to do that but me! ….OK, maybe Freya...but my point is valid. Everything I do has a reason behind it Davey, whether you can accept that or not is down to you. You were floundering in the waters of nCw, using John Anthony and myself to try and keep you afloat. You saw exactly what I was capable of when I came into nCw, it's why you recruited me for the Empire in the first place. What happened then Davey?
You listened to me. This person would be good to swell our ranks, this person would be a good target...you didn't run the Empire Davey, you never did. The Empire was always run by me, I just took a while to step forward and be the public face. I did what I needed to do to get by Davey, to become the next big thing, and Davey....I don't feel like I need to justify my actions to you...but guess what?
I became the next big thing.
I became the outright leader of the Empire. I lead us to glory, defeated No Warning Shot, dethroned Lance Ryan and then of course, you came back....fire in your eyes, vengeance on your lips getting yet another World Title shot because you thought you had been treated so unfairly...
And I put you through a flaming table.
I showed you exactly who you were dealing with, I took it to the next level and showed you that you were never my leader. That I was my own man, and I've never followed the path of another. I'm a trail blazer, a name maker, a trend setter. I carved a brutal and bloody path through this business, and I do it better than anybody else.
I apologised for acting out of order to people who didn't deserve it. People who have done nothing wrong to me, people that do not stand on the opposite side of the ring from me......people that do not pose a direct threat.
Ricky Johnson was out of jealousy.
Trent Helms was because I felt looked down on.
Kelly Knite? Because I'm an asshole.
You do not belong in that group Davey, because I didn't wrong you. I did what was necessary. You tried to use me to further your own career, but it backfired when I realised I was better than you, that I was smarter than you.....and I used you to further my own career. The main difference between us Davey, is that I succeeded....you are the perpetual failure, even before Joe Everyman made it into a gimmick.
I pity you Davey, it's why I didn't want this match with you. I didn't want to beat you down again, I didn't want to break you because I have nothing to gain from it. I have nothing to lose, and nothing to gain.....this match is nothing to me. I have been there Davey, I've sought revenge, I've dealt out vengeance....but this is the second time you've come after me in search of it, and you know it's going to end exactly the same as the first one did.
With you, on your knees as you...
All
BLOODY
HAIL!
~~~
For the first time in a long time I'm happy.
I don't need to go into that ring and wreak havoc to pass the time, to get through another painful night. To try and distract myself from my vices just that much longer. I don't need it any more Davey, not like I did back then. Back when I first came into nCw, when I tore the freakin' house down on a regular basis.
I was wild.
I was hungry.
I had a point to prove, and I had to earn the respect of that locker room and each and every one of the fans in the stands and at home. I was a young up and comer who had to go out there and do whatever it took to make sure the people remembered me, to make sure the people left with my named etched into their memory, that they would never forget and I would be catapulted into the limelight.
Four and a half years later Davey.....can you seriously tell me what I did didn't work?
I'm in the Hall of Fame. I've won almost every championship this federation has to offer and I've looked good whilst doing it. I'm not a nice person Davey, I never claimed to be. I've done horrible things in my past, and not just to men either....I've ruined or tarnished almost every woman The Ace has ever touched.....one way or another.
This time last year I went to war with Christian Gardner, literal war....he put my brother out of action, and nobody is allowed to do that but me! ….OK, maybe Freya...but my point is valid. Everything I do has a reason behind it Davey, whether you can accept that or not is down to you. You were floundering in the waters of nCw, using John Anthony and myself to try and keep you afloat. You saw exactly what I was capable of when I came into nCw, it's why you recruited me for the Empire in the first place. What happened then Davey?
You listened to me. This person would be good to swell our ranks, this person would be a good target...you didn't run the Empire Davey, you never did. The Empire was always run by me, I just took a while to step forward and be the public face. I did what I needed to do to get by Davey, to become the next big thing, and Davey....I don't feel like I need to justify my actions to you...but guess what?
I became the next big thing.
I became the outright leader of the Empire. I lead us to glory, defeated No Warning Shot, dethroned Lance Ryan and then of course, you came back....fire in your eyes, vengeance on your lips getting yet another World Title shot because you thought you had been treated so unfairly...
And I put you through a flaming table.
I showed you exactly who you were dealing with, I took it to the next level and showed you that you were never my leader. That I was my own man, and I've never followed the path of another. I'm a trail blazer, a name maker, a trend setter. I carved a brutal and bloody path through this business, and I do it better than anybody else.
I apologised for acting out of order to people who didn't deserve it. People who have done nothing wrong to me, people that do not stand on the opposite side of the ring from me......people that do not pose a direct threat.
Ricky Johnson was out of jealousy.
Trent Helms was because I felt looked down on.
Kelly Knite? Because I'm an asshole.
You do not belong in that group Davey, because I didn't wrong you. I did what was necessary. You tried to use me to further your own career, but it backfired when I realised I was better than you, that I was smarter than you.....and I used you to further my own career. The main difference between us Davey, is that I succeeded....you are the perpetual failure, even before Joe Everyman made it into a gimmick.
I pity you Davey, it's why I didn't want this match with you. I didn't want to beat you down again, I didn't want to break you because I have nothing to gain from it. I have nothing to lose, and nothing to gain.....this match is nothing to me. I have been there Davey, I've sought revenge, I've dealt out vengeance....but this is the second time you've come after me in search of it, and you know it's going to end exactly the same as the first one did.
With you, on your knees as you...
All
BLOODY
HAIL!
~~~
We open back up on the hotel room we were in earlier this week where Spike Kane sits on the edge of the sofa in front of the television screen with the small black box Alysson Gardner had given him, the box she didn't want him to open until after A Night to Remember.
Brad: Don't be such a douche...
Spike turns to see Brad coming back over to the sofa with two beers. He sits down on the chair next to his brother, who seems to be trying to hide the black box from Brad.
Brad: You open it, and I'll tell her....she'll kick your ass.
Spike lets out a chuckle as he takes one of the beers from Brad and opens it. He looks down a little uncomfortably.
Spike: I-I...this...it might not be what we think it is.
Brad gives Spike a “do you think I'm an idiot” look, before smiling back at his brother as he cracks his bottle open.
Brad: Look man, you and Aly have a good thing going on. Xander treats her like his mother, and I've never seen you so happy. It makes a change.....so what if I'm not happy? So what if that whore tore my damn heart out.....you two both deserve to be happy.
Spike nods his head and clinks bottles with Brad before taking a swig.
Spike: That's if it really is what we think it is...
Brad: A year bro. A year of a pretty awesome relationship. She loves you....that's obvious, hell no matter how hard I try she won't sleep with me.
Spike: I love her too....
Brad: She knows that. Hence the box.
Spike smiles a little, still feel uncertain of showing how happy he really is whilst his brother is still suffering. It's pretty clear to Spike that Brad is just putting on a show, and he doesn't want to pile it on. He simply smirks, clinks beers, and sits back taking a sip, letting Brad deal with it in his own way, but letting him know that he’s there for him.
