Post by Spike Kane on Jul 16, 2012 9:47:17 GMT -6
Another week, and another drama filled episode of Collision. To walk out with the victory was a nice feeling to be honest. With four other people on the other side, and another two on my own who I don't really know....to say it was unpredictable would be an understatement.
The Tribal Tag Team Champions pulled it out of the bag.
And I gotta say, I'm sitting here chuckling at the thought. Tensions where through the roof and of course, Team America had to get in our faces, and just like usual....it cost them. I know to them the match probably doesn't mean too much, like Simon doesn't think the loss we suffered means to me, but it did. I don't like losing, that isn't exactly a secret. But when you think about the last year in the life of Spike Kane..
There hasn't been too many losses.
I know, right? It's like some weird revelation that only hit me when I left the arena after Collision. I mean, if we got back to the first match of last year, I mean....my good buddy, my best man, my partner....eliminated me from the Riot, but does that really count as a loss? I mean I went on a bit of a downer when that whole business with Hexx and my stolen identity.....but, boy did I come out of that like a house on fire huh?
Everybody who I have faced that I needed a win against, I've taken, one way or another. Be it Steve Awesome, or even Angel, or my brutal matches with Alex Jones. I mean I could go through match by match, but why bother? We all know how it has been, so much so that the nCw board of directors did everything they could to help me through my mental breakdown, to help me through rehab, to help get me back into this ring.
Even offer me a spot in the Coliseum.
I know that I am an asset to this company, and eventually I figured out that they know it too. You see not only do I win matches, not only do I sell merchandise, but I put asses in those seats. You put that together with Falcon, clearly one of the best to ever step foot in this business, then you know you have a money maker. Kelly Knite knows she has a money maker on her hands in The Forgotten. Then of course we have the huge fiasco with the tag team titles, not to mention the fallout from the tag team invitational....
She did everything she could to keep us apart, to stops us from tearing each other to shreds. Something that I was OK with, until Gib got in my face when he was supposed to be my partner.....from that moment on, I couldn't give two sh!ts about team harmony, and I'm caring even less about these tag titles more and more each day....I just want to shut the pair of you up, and last night...
That was just the start.
~~~
The Tribal Tag Team Champions pulled it out of the bag.
And I gotta say, I'm sitting here chuckling at the thought. Tensions where through the roof and of course, Team America had to get in our faces, and just like usual....it cost them. I know to them the match probably doesn't mean too much, like Simon doesn't think the loss we suffered means to me, but it did. I don't like losing, that isn't exactly a secret. But when you think about the last year in the life of Spike Kane..
There hasn't been too many losses.
I know, right? It's like some weird revelation that only hit me when I left the arena after Collision. I mean, if we got back to the first match of last year, I mean....my good buddy, my best man, my partner....eliminated me from the Riot, but does that really count as a loss? I mean I went on a bit of a downer when that whole business with Hexx and my stolen identity.....but, boy did I come out of that like a house on fire huh?
Everybody who I have faced that I needed a win against, I've taken, one way or another. Be it Steve Awesome, or even Angel, or my brutal matches with Alex Jones. I mean I could go through match by match, but why bother? We all know how it has been, so much so that the nCw board of directors did everything they could to help me through my mental breakdown, to help me through rehab, to help get me back into this ring.
Even offer me a spot in the Coliseum.
I know that I am an asset to this company, and eventually I figured out that they know it too. You see not only do I win matches, not only do I sell merchandise, but I put asses in those seats. You put that together with Falcon, clearly one of the best to ever step foot in this business, then you know you have a money maker. Kelly Knite knows she has a money maker on her hands in The Forgotten. Then of course we have the huge fiasco with the tag team titles, not to mention the fallout from the tag team invitational....
She did everything she could to keep us apart, to stops us from tearing each other to shreds. Something that I was OK with, until Gib got in my face when he was supposed to be my partner.....from that moment on, I couldn't give two sh!ts about team harmony, and I'm caring even less about these tag titles more and more each day....I just want to shut the pair of you up, and last night...
That was just the start.
~~~
We open up outside the house of Spike Kane in Boston, Spike is dressed rather smartly and there are a few other nCw regulars and alumni with him. Falcon, Rob Diamond, Jimmy Zane, Joe Everyman, Dexter Davis, Bob Pooler, Xavier Williams, Roberto Verona, Markus Reeves, and Alex Jones all dressed to the nines.
Alex Jones: “Yo Mikey, when the hell we getting this party started man?”
Alex is clearly getting impatient as the mob of wrestlers wait outside the house of the hall of famer.
Spike: Man...I dunno, Brad said to be ready for seven....said he'd pick us all up...
Spike folds his arms as he starts looking up and down the street, clearly getting fed up. Dexter comes over and puts a hand on Spike's shoulder.
Dex: Tried him again bro, no answer. Freya tried too, he isn't answering.
Spike shakes his head again as the mob starts to move towards the street. Rob and Falcon seem to be winding up Joe Everyman, who let's out a playful laugh as Xavier Williams comes to his rescue, it's then Alex Jones who walks up next to Spike.
Alex Jones: Dude....maybe.....maybe he's preoccupied with this whole Lex Sense thing?
Spike turns to look at Alex and sighs audibly, everyone seems to notice this and the laughter and joking around dies off. Falcon comes and puts an arm around Spike as Rob Diamond moves to the front of the group grinning in the way only he can do so.
Falcon: It's OK Mike. That's why you have a best man!
Rob Diamond: Yeah man, we had a feeling Brad might bail so....well, we brought a truck full of beer, whiskey, and all the junk food you could want, as well as the ENTIRE nCw back catalogue of DVD's!
Falcon: We figured we could just chill in your basement, and watch it all on the huge ass TV you've got...
Everybody starts smiling and laughing now, Spike shuffles his feet a little before smiling at his two friends.
Joe Everyman: Plus, we can kick each others asses on Collision '12 and Madden!
Everybody laughs and the high fives start being dished out. The night was supposed to be filled with raucous laughter, alcohol filled glasses, and pretty women, but to be honest with you, most of the nCw superstars here are just happy to have a night to relax and chill with their friends.
Spike: Cheers guys....I'm sorry this isn't what it was supposed to be, but I'm glad you all showed up regardless....
The group seems happy enough, they start helping Rob and Falcon bringing the stuff into the house. Within seconds the music starts playing inside and Spike cracks a smile before tugging Rob by the arm.
Spike: Hey...
Rob Diamond: What bro?
Spike: No Strippers....OK?
Spike nods at Rob, deadly serious. Rob makes a flustered laugh genre as he shrugs his shoulders. Spike laughs before he turns to head back into his house. Rob quickly pulls out his cell phone and hastily dials a number, knowing full well that if he orders strippers either Spike or Alysson will tear him apart.
Rob Diamond: Cancel the strippers....CANCEL THE STRIPPERS!!!
And we fade on the frantic face of Rob Diamond.
~~~
So I guess it's finally crunch time huh boys? Maybe we should get all the cliché jokes and **** out of the way, right up front huh?
Any more cheap shots you want to take Gib?
I used to think you were above things like that, but I guess you really have become a complete little b*tch since your kids starting getting bossed around by Kelly Knite. I mean, the big bad sheriff took how long to find out who attacked Leonard Fox? Christ...it was so obvious even the eleven year old kids that think you were the first wrestler in the world could have figured it out, but alas.....you were sent into a personal dilemma, and you sided with the easy option.
It's what you always do Gib.
It's what you always did, this place has been too much for you on more than one occasion, but it's cool to forget that and take shots at me for doing the same thing. It's cool to take shots at me when I've been forced to retire on more than one occasion, now don't worry Gib, you are fitting in with the kids now man, you don't stand out too much. You see....I was happy to team with you a few weeks back....we used to be friends Gib, we used to get on and make stupid jokes about lord knows what....
Then all of a sudden you changed your tune, you changed your damn attitude, and it f*cking stinks. I've always respected you Gib, and we've had a fair few fights in more than one promotion. From the get go I learned not to underestimate you....or in fact, your bloodline. I learned the hard away, but it was a two way street Gibby. You learned that I wasn't like the rest of the punks you shared the ring with, I wasn't like the one hit wonders who would waltz in, claim to be gods gift to wrestling and then burn out.....I earned your respect just like you earned mine.
So what's with the hate and the cheap shots?
Is it because you are scared? Is it because instead of facing racial stereotypes from around the world you now have to face some serious in house talent? You know that you are facing two of the best this company.....this business....has ever seen. However you cut it, you cannot deny it. You don't have to like us (or mainly me) to respect us, because hell...I'm really starting to dislike you Gibby, you're really starting to become a complete dick....but no matter how you act, no matter how you speak to or about me...I'll never forget how deadly you are in that ring my man. I'll never underestimate you again Gibby, because it's burned into my memory. The losses I've suffered at your hands....but of course, you are a Famularo, which means I can never beat you right?
Except for last week.
Yeah, tag match, blah blah blah, usual excuses and all that aside. I know you can feel it Gib, and I know it's getting to you that your title reign isn't going to last any longer than Sunday. I know I can beat you, I know I can take the titles away from you....and hey, with the victories I've picked up over the last year, and the style I've done it in....I know it's just a matter of time. So you can rub it in my face that I've never beaten you one on one, make excuses for your loss at Collision, and spout all the vile and venom at me that you want, because there is only one thing I'm focused on right now Gibby....and that is going one step further than beating you....and taking the tag team championships from you.
I'd say it's nothing personal, but we both know it is.
~~~
So I guess it's finally crunch time huh boys? Maybe we should get all the cliché jokes and **** out of the way, right up front huh?
Any more cheap shots you want to take Gib?
I used to think you were above things like that, but I guess you really have become a complete little b*tch since your kids starting getting bossed around by Kelly Knite. I mean, the big bad sheriff took how long to find out who attacked Leonard Fox? Christ...it was so obvious even the eleven year old kids that think you were the first wrestler in the world could have figured it out, but alas.....you were sent into a personal dilemma, and you sided with the easy option.
It's what you always do Gib.
It's what you always did, this place has been too much for you on more than one occasion, but it's cool to forget that and take shots at me for doing the same thing. It's cool to take shots at me when I've been forced to retire on more than one occasion, now don't worry Gib, you are fitting in with the kids now man, you don't stand out too much. You see....I was happy to team with you a few weeks back....we used to be friends Gib, we used to get on and make stupid jokes about lord knows what....
Then all of a sudden you changed your tune, you changed your damn attitude, and it f*cking stinks. I've always respected you Gib, and we've had a fair few fights in more than one promotion. From the get go I learned not to underestimate you....or in fact, your bloodline. I learned the hard away, but it was a two way street Gibby. You learned that I wasn't like the rest of the punks you shared the ring with, I wasn't like the one hit wonders who would waltz in, claim to be gods gift to wrestling and then burn out.....I earned your respect just like you earned mine.
So what's with the hate and the cheap shots?
Is it because you are scared? Is it because instead of facing racial stereotypes from around the world you now have to face some serious in house talent? You know that you are facing two of the best this company.....this business....has ever seen. However you cut it, you cannot deny it. You don't have to like us (or mainly me) to respect us, because hell...I'm really starting to dislike you Gibby, you're really starting to become a complete dick....but no matter how you act, no matter how you speak to or about me...I'll never forget how deadly you are in that ring my man. I'll never underestimate you again Gibby, because it's burned into my memory. The losses I've suffered at your hands....but of course, you are a Famularo, which means I can never beat you right?
Except for last week.
Yeah, tag match, blah blah blah, usual excuses and all that aside. I know you can feel it Gib, and I know it's getting to you that your title reign isn't going to last any longer than Sunday. I know I can beat you, I know I can take the titles away from you....and hey, with the victories I've picked up over the last year, and the style I've done it in....I know it's just a matter of time. So you can rub it in my face that I've never beaten you one on one, make excuses for your loss at Collision, and spout all the vile and venom at me that you want, because there is only one thing I'm focused on right now Gibby....and that is going one step further than beating you....and taking the tag team championships from you.
I'd say it's nothing personal, but we both know it is.
~~~
Wedding rehearsal time. Yep, you heard me correct we open up on a nice shot of the church hosting the wedding of Michael Kane, and Alysson Gardner. We are in the grooms room as Spike stands in front of the mirror trying to fix his tie.
Freya: You need help with that?
Spike smiles as he turns to see his younger sister poking her head through the doorway.
Spike: I never was too good with these things...
Spike chuckles nervously as he turns to face his sister, looking amazing in her bridesmaids dress. Spike smiles at his sister, happy to see her in such a happy mood....maybe even proud?
Freya: I'm glad this day came Mikey.
Spike: Me too...
They're smiles are so infectious I almost feel sick.
Freya: You're a very lucky man you know that?
She starts doing the tie up for Spike who fidgets like a little kid being dressed for school. He shuffles a little as she draws the tie close up.
Spike: She means the world to me Freya. I've never been so happy!
Freya finishes the tie and leans in to kiss her older brother on the cheek.
Freya: She's also a very lucky woman, you know that too?
Spike: You flatter me too much sis...
Spike turns to admire himself once more in the mirror, checking out the tux and that everything fits properly, when Falcon walks into the room carrying baby Xander.
Xander: Daddy!
Spike turns around to see his son dressed in a miniature version of his Dad's tux. The smile on Falcon's face says it all as he let's Xander down and he runs towards Spike, who swings him up into the air and hugs him.
Spike: Lookin' sharp little buddy!
The two high five as Freya smiles before walking out of the room, getting back to the bride. Falcon moves closer to the father and son.
Falcon: Big day's coming up...
Spike: Tell me about it. I can barely keep Alysson calm....you know she....she said...
Spike puts his hands over Xande'rs ears for a second.
Spike: She said she didn't want to have sex until our honeymoon, something about making it special!?
Falcon bursts out laughing, and Spike let's go of Xander, who he places on the floor and he starts running around like a normal two year old nut case.
Falcon: Dude...she's just trying to make a nice gesture. Just like you are doing with this tux thing....though, I thought you weren't going to let her know until the wedding itself?
Spike: Oh, I'm not....I was just trying everything on. I'm gonna go out there in a cut-off t-shirt and some board shorts, just to wind her up.
Falcon shakes his head and laughs as he picks Xander up, heading towards the door now.
Falcon: Risky move Mike, you'll be lucky if she ever has sex with you again!
Spike laughs as he looks at himself once more in the mirror, an image we've seen a lot over the years Spike has been in this business, though for once we see Spike smiling backwards, not with a twisted grin, not with the smirk of a maniac, but of the genuine smile of a happy man.
Spike: She won't be able to resist me!
And we fade.
~~~
Simon, we have so much to say, don't we? I royally f*cked you over....ha, oh how I wish that was true. I wish that the loss came intentionally Simon....you have no idea how much I'd love to f*ck up your world.
The thing is, that isn't how it went down, and you know it. Just like you think you won the title match, and we lost. There are seriously some issues going around in your head, and I'm not surprised seeing as your all hung up on Zelda Knite...oh, no...wait, am I only allowed to call her Homeless Herald now? More Famularo spawn that shi!ts over everyone but themselves. She screws with peoples heads dude....trust me....
Look at Rob.
Look at Kyle....
Things fall apart wherever she is, but I know what it's like dude. Love is blind right? You only see the good in the person you are in love with and ignore all the faults, ignore everything everyone says. Been there, done that....suffered because of it. I'm not telling you to get out or anything, hell no dude....Zelda is hot! Go for it, you're only young once man. You need to make the leaps of faith, and take the hits that life deals you. Just like you will on Sunday, while you're so focused on the gold and looking past the two hall of famers standing in front of you. We will rectify the mistake that was made so many weeks ago, that led to this whole thing in the first place.
That loss that you seem to be riding off.
You beat us kid, whoop-dee-f*cking-doo! Like I've said countless times over and over again, anybody can beat anybody, on any given day. You might prefer the saying, “every dog has it's day” Well Picture Perfect will not be woof day for you. Titles or no titles, we're out to prove a freakin' point, and teach you a lesson in humility.
To you it's all about the glory, about the gold. It's never been about that for Kyle, but for me it was....I wanted to hold the tag team titles again, with a real partner, with a real friend. Rather than someone who used me to further his own gains, and then bailed on me instantly. My first reign I defeated two of the most legendary wrestlers this company has, or will ever, know. Adam Knite, and Lance Ryan.
Let me say that again.....Adam Knite, and Lance Ryan.
Now, I know you think pretty highly of yourself amigo, but you are in no way, shape, or form are you in the same league as those two. Which, if you stop and think for a second....is the same league as Falcon and I. It isn't rocket science is it Simon? How many times do I have to say it though? You caught us on an off day, and I applauded the pair of you. I put my hands up and said you defeated us fair and square.
When you are quite finished beating that dead horse.
Since then, have you even come close to a victory over us? Nope. I've lost a match, and that is because I was teamed with your selfish, spotlight hugging ass. Yeah that's right, I'm having the cheek to blame you. Why the f*ck not? You seem to be accusing us of all sorts of garbage, making claims without any evidence, or facts to back it up. So why not? Yeah....figured that might set you off.
Losses happen Simon, you should be used to it, you haven't won every match you have been in. You haven't been some unstoppable force like your good buddy was when he wasn't running around in his underwear and making twenty year old jokes. We don't like each other Simon, you don't respect me, and I wish to heaven that I didn't respect you, but you see unlike you I recognise talent. I know when someone has been trained well, and you have....by more than one person at that. I don't look past you Simon, I don't look to the tag titles, and to be blunt....I wouldn't care if Kelly somehow found a way for you to keep them if we beat you....simply because we'll have beaten you, and shut your mouth once and for all.
You two have been given a dose, and now you are starting to remember.
We call ourselves the Forgotten because we were the downtrodden, we were the overlooked.....and just like you're doing now....we were looked past.
We made people eat those words.
At Picture Perfect?
Meals up, b!tches!
Simon, we have so much to say, don't we? I royally f*cked you over....ha, oh how I wish that was true. I wish that the loss came intentionally Simon....you have no idea how much I'd love to f*ck up your world.
The thing is, that isn't how it went down, and you know it. Just like you think you won the title match, and we lost. There are seriously some issues going around in your head, and I'm not surprised seeing as your all hung up on Zelda Knite...oh, no...wait, am I only allowed to call her Homeless Herald now? More Famularo spawn that shi!ts over everyone but themselves. She screws with peoples heads dude....trust me....
Look at Rob.
Look at Kyle....
Things fall apart wherever she is, but I know what it's like dude. Love is blind right? You only see the good in the person you are in love with and ignore all the faults, ignore everything everyone says. Been there, done that....suffered because of it. I'm not telling you to get out or anything, hell no dude....Zelda is hot! Go for it, you're only young once man. You need to make the leaps of faith, and take the hits that life deals you. Just like you will on Sunday, while you're so focused on the gold and looking past the two hall of famers standing in front of you. We will rectify the mistake that was made so many weeks ago, that led to this whole thing in the first place.
That loss that you seem to be riding off.
You beat us kid, whoop-dee-f*cking-doo! Like I've said countless times over and over again, anybody can beat anybody, on any given day. You might prefer the saying, “every dog has it's day” Well Picture Perfect will not be woof day for you. Titles or no titles, we're out to prove a freakin' point, and teach you a lesson in humility.
To you it's all about the glory, about the gold. It's never been about that for Kyle, but for me it was....I wanted to hold the tag team titles again, with a real partner, with a real friend. Rather than someone who used me to further his own gains, and then bailed on me instantly. My first reign I defeated two of the most legendary wrestlers this company has, or will ever, know. Adam Knite, and Lance Ryan.
Let me say that again.....Adam Knite, and Lance Ryan.
Now, I know you think pretty highly of yourself amigo, but you are in no way, shape, or form are you in the same league as those two. Which, if you stop and think for a second....is the same league as Falcon and I. It isn't rocket science is it Simon? How many times do I have to say it though? You caught us on an off day, and I applauded the pair of you. I put my hands up and said you defeated us fair and square.
When you are quite finished beating that dead horse.
Since then, have you even come close to a victory over us? Nope. I've lost a match, and that is because I was teamed with your selfish, spotlight hugging ass. Yeah that's right, I'm having the cheek to blame you. Why the f*ck not? You seem to be accusing us of all sorts of garbage, making claims without any evidence, or facts to back it up. So why not? Yeah....figured that might set you off.
Losses happen Simon, you should be used to it, you haven't won every match you have been in. You haven't been some unstoppable force like your good buddy was when he wasn't running around in his underwear and making twenty year old jokes. We don't like each other Simon, you don't respect me, and I wish to heaven that I didn't respect you, but you see unlike you I recognise talent. I know when someone has been trained well, and you have....by more than one person at that. I don't look past you Simon, I don't look to the tag titles, and to be blunt....I wouldn't care if Kelly somehow found a way for you to keep them if we beat you....simply because we'll have beaten you, and shut your mouth once and for all.
You two have been given a dose, and now you are starting to remember.
We call ourselves the Forgotten because we were the downtrodden, we were the overlooked.....and just like you're doing now....we were looked past.
We made people eat those words.
At Picture Perfect?
Meals up, b!tches!
