Post by Spike Kane on Dec 3, 2008 16:50:23 GMT -6
Kakistos – The Worst of the Worst.
Should I give up?
Should I accept what has been thrown in my face week after week after week since the Age of the Revolution version two point oh showed up?
I took Pure Innovation, two guys who embodied the very essence and drive of nCw. Blake Fields and Jack Flint, two young up and comers who were looking to break the mould, make an impact and be somebody.
That was a rookie mistake.
Not by them, no! They made a mistake alright, but I’m the one that made the rookie mistake. I trusted people that I didn’t know, and it backfired incredibly! My flawed logic of trying to see the best in people cost me. Not a match, not gold....not even pride...but blood. Pain and blood....
Then there came Trent Helms.
I still can’t believe I even remotely began to trust the guy who claimed left, right and center that he was the one who retired me, that put me down so to speak. I took his advice, listened to what he had to tell me....lowered my defensive walls and allowed him the chance to blindside me. Saddle right up next to me....and smile, right before the knife came out.....
We tore the roof off. No crazy crazy gimmicks, no over the top claims or month long build up...just pure skill and ability. Arguably a candidate for match of the year, we went all the way to the Main Event time limit of thirty minutes and the crowd were still on their feet begging for more...right before the Revolution decided to show up and make yet another example at my expense.
I created the Resistance to stand against the Revolution. I created it to fight for what nCw is....has become, for its legacy not for what it used to be. Not to change it....not to mould it for myself, to relive my glory days.
No, I’m not Lance Ryan.
However there was a selfish reason for creating the Resistance....for protection, not just for the roster....but....for myself.
That was another mistake.
Protection never came...I was beaten, bloodied and left a mess on the floor. Nobody cared then....nobody cared from the moment it started....nobody cared at all.
I thought at last people did.
That....was another mistake.
It seems ever since I made the stupid decision to put my career on the line in that No Limits ladder match I’ve just made mistake, after mistake. Like I’m slowly destroying my body, my mind....and my career...
Maybe I am......
We open up now on the Kane residence, not the house itself but we open on the large garden instead. A December frost has settled across most of the garden the outside pool covered up. Spike Kane sits on the back steps looking out at the frost covered grass, bushes and trees. He sits with his head resting against the stair rails and his hands dangling over his knees.
Spike: You’d think with everything going on in my life that I’d just want to shut down....that I’d want to hide away from the world and let it all come over me. You’d think that....because you don’t know me. If you knew me at all you’d know that I’ll keep fighting, no matter what happen....no matter who falls, I’ll always be there....
Spike stands up and shoves his hands into his jacket pocket. It’s a big camo jacket designed for winter of course. He begins to walk out into the garden, away from the building and the pool.
Spike: Everywhere I go I face adversity and hostile people. No matter what I do, no matter who I become, no matter who I beat and no matter how much credibility I have to my name...there is always someone there to spit it all back in my face. Whether it be somebody who has been in the federation longer than me and doesn’t believe I deserve to be where I am....or just another rookie trying to make their name off of my own legacy....it never ends. Anywhere I roam....there’s always someone to try and knock me off my high horse.
Spike begins to run his fingers along the small ferns they have in their garden.
Spike: But you see that is where everybody is wrong....I earned my place, I earned this *** damn high horse that I like to sit on every now and again. I earned it all through blood, sweat, tears and then some more blood. I’ve been through more than the people watching at home, the internet or hell even the guys who’ll be in their lockerooms watching this could EVER try and process....I’ve lost a son.....a fiancée....
Spike fights to hold back the tears, memories of Zell and Nola flooding through his memory. He stops dead and turns wiping the tears from his eyes as in the distance we can see a blue blur walking towards us.
Spike: I fought for it all....I had it all, I was the man, the guy to beat. I’ve had a lot of names over the past twelve years. From “The Hardcore Guy” to the “Face of the Federation” everything you can think of, and then some more insulting ones to....but one that sticks in my mind is being called...Kakistos....I had to look it up, figure out what it meant....and I smirked when I did.
The blur has reached us, its River holding her hands over her bump. Little baby boy due soon enough. She smiles at Spike.
River: That name?
Spike: Kakistos...
River: The worst of the worst....
Spike: I didn’t understand it at first, but then I heard the rumours that people were scared to face me. That they’d almost freeze if they saw they were booked against me, then it made me happy because I knew I was good at my job. I’d worked my way to the top and lost it all, family and all....but my reputation still existed, enough for me to rebuild my family....and it’s exactly what I did. I’ve earned everything I’ve ever had in my life, had it all taken back from me and that was what made me so destructive....now that I have it again?
Spike turns to the camera.
Spike: I’ll do anything to keep it safe, I’ll destroy anyone to keep them safe....and me wrestling is what keeps them safe. So when the Age of the Revolution tries to put me out....all it does is make things worse for them. I’m pissed off, before it was a mission the whole “fight the good fight thing” now....heh....I hate to go all cheesy on you but.....now...
Spike gets right into the camera.
Spike: IT’S PERSONAL!
Spike slaps the camera and it falls killing the feed.
Should I give up?
Should I accept what has been thrown in my face week after week after week since the Age of the Revolution version two point oh showed up?
I took Pure Innovation, two guys who embodied the very essence and drive of nCw. Blake Fields and Jack Flint, two young up and comers who were looking to break the mould, make an impact and be somebody.
That was a rookie mistake.
Not by them, no! They made a mistake alright, but I’m the one that made the rookie mistake. I trusted people that I didn’t know, and it backfired incredibly! My flawed logic of trying to see the best in people cost me. Not a match, not gold....not even pride...but blood. Pain and blood....
Then there came Trent Helms.
I still can’t believe I even remotely began to trust the guy who claimed left, right and center that he was the one who retired me, that put me down so to speak. I took his advice, listened to what he had to tell me....lowered my defensive walls and allowed him the chance to blindside me. Saddle right up next to me....and smile, right before the knife came out.....
We tore the roof off. No crazy crazy gimmicks, no over the top claims or month long build up...just pure skill and ability. Arguably a candidate for match of the year, we went all the way to the Main Event time limit of thirty minutes and the crowd were still on their feet begging for more...right before the Revolution decided to show up and make yet another example at my expense.
I created the Resistance to stand against the Revolution. I created it to fight for what nCw is....has become, for its legacy not for what it used to be. Not to change it....not to mould it for myself, to relive my glory days.
No, I’m not Lance Ryan.
However there was a selfish reason for creating the Resistance....for protection, not just for the roster....but....for myself.
That was another mistake.
Protection never came...I was beaten, bloodied and left a mess on the floor. Nobody cared then....nobody cared from the moment it started....nobody cared at all.
I thought at last people did.
That....was another mistake.
It seems ever since I made the stupid decision to put my career on the line in that No Limits ladder match I’ve just made mistake, after mistake. Like I’m slowly destroying my body, my mind....and my career...
Maybe I am......
We open up now on the Kane residence, not the house itself but we open on the large garden instead. A December frost has settled across most of the garden the outside pool covered up. Spike Kane sits on the back steps looking out at the frost covered grass, bushes and trees. He sits with his head resting against the stair rails and his hands dangling over his knees.
Spike: You’d think with everything going on in my life that I’d just want to shut down....that I’d want to hide away from the world and let it all come over me. You’d think that....because you don’t know me. If you knew me at all you’d know that I’ll keep fighting, no matter what happen....no matter who falls, I’ll always be there....
Spike stands up and shoves his hands into his jacket pocket. It’s a big camo jacket designed for winter of course. He begins to walk out into the garden, away from the building and the pool.
Spike: Everywhere I go I face adversity and hostile people. No matter what I do, no matter who I become, no matter who I beat and no matter how much credibility I have to my name...there is always someone there to spit it all back in my face. Whether it be somebody who has been in the federation longer than me and doesn’t believe I deserve to be where I am....or just another rookie trying to make their name off of my own legacy....it never ends. Anywhere I roam....there’s always someone to try and knock me off my high horse.
Spike begins to run his fingers along the small ferns they have in their garden.
Spike: But you see that is where everybody is wrong....I earned my place, I earned this *** damn high horse that I like to sit on every now and again. I earned it all through blood, sweat, tears and then some more blood. I’ve been through more than the people watching at home, the internet or hell even the guys who’ll be in their lockerooms watching this could EVER try and process....I’ve lost a son.....a fiancée....
Spike fights to hold back the tears, memories of Zell and Nola flooding through his memory. He stops dead and turns wiping the tears from his eyes as in the distance we can see a blue blur walking towards us.
Spike: I fought for it all....I had it all, I was the man, the guy to beat. I’ve had a lot of names over the past twelve years. From “The Hardcore Guy” to the “Face of the Federation” everything you can think of, and then some more insulting ones to....but one that sticks in my mind is being called...Kakistos....I had to look it up, figure out what it meant....and I smirked when I did.
The blur has reached us, its River holding her hands over her bump. Little baby boy due soon enough. She smiles at Spike.
River: That name?
Spike: Kakistos...
River: The worst of the worst....
Spike: I didn’t understand it at first, but then I heard the rumours that people were scared to face me. That they’d almost freeze if they saw they were booked against me, then it made me happy because I knew I was good at my job. I’d worked my way to the top and lost it all, family and all....but my reputation still existed, enough for me to rebuild my family....and it’s exactly what I did. I’ve earned everything I’ve ever had in my life, had it all taken back from me and that was what made me so destructive....now that I have it again?
Spike turns to the camera.
Spike: I’ll do anything to keep it safe, I’ll destroy anyone to keep them safe....and me wrestling is what keeps them safe. So when the Age of the Revolution tries to put me out....all it does is make things worse for them. I’m pissed off, before it was a mission the whole “fight the good fight thing” now....heh....I hate to go all cheesy on you but.....now...
Spike gets right into the camera.
Spike: IT’S PERSONAL!
Spike slaps the camera and it falls killing the feed.