Post by Spike Kane on Aug 7, 2009 17:15:45 GMT -6
All HOPE is GONE
Fade in, Spike Kane stands in front of a huge banner with the Fallout logo on it, except the logo has “The Forgotten” spray painted over it. Spike is clearly agitated as his eyes dart from left to right whilst he paces slowly. Looks like he’s ready to burst into full on promo mode. Go Spikey....go!
To say some people don’t listen would be a vast understatement. Yeah some people don’t, other people just make up what they want to hear. It’s called selective hearing, I know at least half of the population of nCw suffers from this affliction because they all talk so much complete and utter crap, that apparently spewed from my own cake hole.
Spike stops and cocks his eyebrows for sarcasm comment of the year.
Sure, and the Pope sh*ts in the woods.
Yeah Steve, I’m cocky, I’m arrogant. I have a damn reason for being so. You make out like I stood here and gave you a full run down on everything I’ve done in my career. Please Steve, if I did that I’d go on longer than The Ace, Angel and The Holland’s put together. You see Steve you’re not as close to me as you think you are, it’s funny when people say that you know. Believe me you are not the first person to try and claim similarities between yourself and me. Yeah in nCw we’ve both done some pretty amazing things. Hell, we’re both on a level that some people would say surpasses even that of Lance Ryan.
Triple Crown. Pretty sweet right?
But you and I Steve are not the same. Yes, you finally achieved success here in nCw. There was a key word there Steve, finally. Yeah....me? Hell I held a world title before you could even land a suplex. I’ve been in this game a long, long time Steve, and every time I go to a new federation it is not because I have been fired, not because I’ve been laid-off....but because that federation wants me. They WANT me there, I remember back when I was recruited to nCw....I was approached by Davey Boone.
That’s right, Davey F’ing Boone. The guy screwed me over in the federation I was in before here, screwed me out of the tag team titles I was holding with Kevin Hardaway....yet he went out of his way, put himself in physical danger to try and bring me here. I came in, gave the place a look over, talked to some of the guys and signed a contract. What next? Well the rest simply fell in line. Like a game of follow the leader.
Spike walks closer to the camera now, smirking as he points at his own face.
Me.
I not only brought my own talent and skills to nCw, but I brought others with me too. People joined here when I did because they need me around to be successful, people like The Ace. Others joined because they saw that I was the best nCw had to offer and they wanted, no needed to beat me....like Angel. No matter which way you look at it, I am the reason why nCw has survived for two years, I am the reason that nCw has the hardest and toughest competition.
Ok....that was a little too big headed right?
Spike pulls a little comedic face and shrugs as he talks, wait...this is no sitcom dammit!
Meh, so what. Everybody is making ridiculous claims nowadays, figured I may as well take part in it if everyone else is getting away with spewing bullsh*t all the time. The truth remains however, that I did play a large part in nCw’s success. Whereas you Steve, you coined in on the success. nCw was set in stone before your sudden shoot up the ladder. I was thinking about it actually, and I realised what I said was wrong. Trent Helms did help you, he did bring you up the ladder....he deliberately handpicked you to lose the nCw World Championship too....I say deliberately, I mean come on did anybody ever expect him to retain the title for anything longer than two pay per view defences? No....because Trent Helms was a joke. Yet you were his friend, his roommate even....and voila you become World Champion because he’s too much of a tool to actually try and be a champion. THAT Steve, is when the World Championship became cheap.
So there is a difference for you, I held the World Championship when it meant something, when it was the most coveted prize in this business. It kind of seems a lot like you and me there Steve, I am one of the most prized wrestlers in this business, and I’ve been fighting for the crowds around the world for thirteen years come September. Thirteen years Steve, you? You’re just the flavour of the month and people will get over you once you fade away. I know you don’t think you will, but deep down inside you agrees with me Steve, I know you do....I can see it in your promos, I can see it in your eyes whenever you look at the fans. You wonder if this is it, if this is the last time they’ll cheer for you, if you’ll wake up tomorrow and be....huh....forgotten.
Spike walks right up to the camera, his face taking up almost the whole screen now.
Stings like a bitch don’t it?
Being forgotten is one thing, being looked down upon is another. I’ve had enough, being looked down on by people like you, by this so-called “new breed” of wrestler that think that because I ruled this world two years ago that I’m past it, that I cannot “hang” with the new kids. Well I’m here to deny that fact straight up. I am no Lance Ryan. I am no Davey Ortega. Every time I get knocked down, every time I fall....almost like you said Steve....
I...
Get...
BETTER!
Spike lets out a sharp breath as if a dragon breathing fire or some other kind of powerful metaphor I’m too tired to think of.
That’s right, and you know it. I come back stronger, and stronger each time. You look at me, you’ve seen the blood I’ve shed, of my enemies, of my own....you see the scars that cover my body...yet I’m still standing Steve. I’ve been through ten times more than you will ever go through, yet I’m still here ready to out wrestle you in a straight up wrestling match....because I do something modern day wrestlers seem incapable of. I evolve. I went further than just being the “hardcore” guy. I took what I could do and went further, I trained anywhere I could from Mexico to Japan. I took what I learned as basic skills when I was young....how to hurt people, I took that which had been beaten into me and used it combined with wrestling skill....I called the style Xtreme. I’m sure you’ve seen how much that has evolved, people who have never come across me believe they began this phrase, craze, or whatever you want to call it. A long time ago a female federation owner witness the devastation I can deliver in the ring, it was her that labelled me the God of Xtreme, and I’m sure you can all tell it fits perfectly and has stuck ever since.
I created this style, I brought violence to the main event scene and it was never the same since. Because of me people like Dark Prophet, Angel, Price, Kevin Hardaway....they could all reach through the glass ceiling and become a somebody. Am I some sort of ambassador? No. Do I honestly give a crap about how anybody other than myself, my friends or my family succeeds in life? Hell no. Number one matters nowadays, f*ck the lot of you because you are all ungrateful.
I have almost killed myself in this business several times. I declined a paid holiday to recover from heart surgery because my passion for this business is so strong. Then I come here to have people such as Steve Awesome telling me how low down the grading table I am, how I don’t deserve this, how I don’t deserve that, I don’t deserve to brag or boast....not like I really do. I hold back Steve, I hold back to keep people’s attention, I’m not AJ Phoenix after all....
I had respect for you Steve. I held my hands up and said that I couldn’t hate you for who you are because of how talented you are, I admitted the fact that I have never beaten you. Yet all you do is stand there and insult me, stand there and shrug off my comments as if they mean nothing. Fine, no skin of my nose pal. You’re just making it one step easier to hating you, one step closer to me finally getting what I want, and that honestly is to destroy the franchise that is Steve Awesome.
Spike backs away now, a sadistic smile on his face as he holds his fingers up counting off the list.
No more t-shirts.
No more autograph signings.
No more TV appearances.
No more Steve Awesome.
Push me Steve, please push me so I can unleash my full force. Do it man, free me, let me be dangerous. Give me an excuse to go too far and destroy you in the ring come Fallout. The urge to defeat you is rising Steve, not just to capture the National Title, not just to keep my winning streak intact, not even just to keep my pride....but to destroy yours. To finally slap you in the face and bring you back down to earth. People have built you up Steven....they have built you up in your own mind and now you think yourself untouchable.
I’d like to challenge that.
Do it Steve......
Push me...
Spike moves right back up to the camera, his face indeed does take up the whole screen. The passion, anger and fury clear to see on his face as he snarls down the camera.
I f*cking dare you!
-Cut-
Fade in, Spike Kane stands in front of a huge banner with the Fallout logo on it, except the logo has “The Forgotten” spray painted over it. Spike is clearly agitated as his eyes dart from left to right whilst he paces slowly. Looks like he’s ready to burst into full on promo mode. Go Spikey....go!
To say some people don’t listen would be a vast understatement. Yeah some people don’t, other people just make up what they want to hear. It’s called selective hearing, I know at least half of the population of nCw suffers from this affliction because they all talk so much complete and utter crap, that apparently spewed from my own cake hole.
Spike stops and cocks his eyebrows for sarcasm comment of the year.
Sure, and the Pope sh*ts in the woods.
Yeah Steve, I’m cocky, I’m arrogant. I have a damn reason for being so. You make out like I stood here and gave you a full run down on everything I’ve done in my career. Please Steve, if I did that I’d go on longer than The Ace, Angel and The Holland’s put together. You see Steve you’re not as close to me as you think you are, it’s funny when people say that you know. Believe me you are not the first person to try and claim similarities between yourself and me. Yeah in nCw we’ve both done some pretty amazing things. Hell, we’re both on a level that some people would say surpasses even that of Lance Ryan.
Triple Crown. Pretty sweet right?
But you and I Steve are not the same. Yes, you finally achieved success here in nCw. There was a key word there Steve, finally. Yeah....me? Hell I held a world title before you could even land a suplex. I’ve been in this game a long, long time Steve, and every time I go to a new federation it is not because I have been fired, not because I’ve been laid-off....but because that federation wants me. They WANT me there, I remember back when I was recruited to nCw....I was approached by Davey Boone.
That’s right, Davey F’ing Boone. The guy screwed me over in the federation I was in before here, screwed me out of the tag team titles I was holding with Kevin Hardaway....yet he went out of his way, put himself in physical danger to try and bring me here. I came in, gave the place a look over, talked to some of the guys and signed a contract. What next? Well the rest simply fell in line. Like a game of follow the leader.
Spike walks closer to the camera now, smirking as he points at his own face.
Me.
I not only brought my own talent and skills to nCw, but I brought others with me too. People joined here when I did because they need me around to be successful, people like The Ace. Others joined because they saw that I was the best nCw had to offer and they wanted, no needed to beat me....like Angel. No matter which way you look at it, I am the reason why nCw has survived for two years, I am the reason that nCw has the hardest and toughest competition.
Ok....that was a little too big headed right?
Spike pulls a little comedic face and shrugs as he talks, wait...this is no sitcom dammit!
Meh, so what. Everybody is making ridiculous claims nowadays, figured I may as well take part in it if everyone else is getting away with spewing bullsh*t all the time. The truth remains however, that I did play a large part in nCw’s success. Whereas you Steve, you coined in on the success. nCw was set in stone before your sudden shoot up the ladder. I was thinking about it actually, and I realised what I said was wrong. Trent Helms did help you, he did bring you up the ladder....he deliberately handpicked you to lose the nCw World Championship too....I say deliberately, I mean come on did anybody ever expect him to retain the title for anything longer than two pay per view defences? No....because Trent Helms was a joke. Yet you were his friend, his roommate even....and voila you become World Champion because he’s too much of a tool to actually try and be a champion. THAT Steve, is when the World Championship became cheap.
So there is a difference for you, I held the World Championship when it meant something, when it was the most coveted prize in this business. It kind of seems a lot like you and me there Steve, I am one of the most prized wrestlers in this business, and I’ve been fighting for the crowds around the world for thirteen years come September. Thirteen years Steve, you? You’re just the flavour of the month and people will get over you once you fade away. I know you don’t think you will, but deep down inside you agrees with me Steve, I know you do....I can see it in your promos, I can see it in your eyes whenever you look at the fans. You wonder if this is it, if this is the last time they’ll cheer for you, if you’ll wake up tomorrow and be....huh....forgotten.
Spike walks right up to the camera, his face taking up almost the whole screen now.
Stings like a bitch don’t it?
Being forgotten is one thing, being looked down upon is another. I’ve had enough, being looked down on by people like you, by this so-called “new breed” of wrestler that think that because I ruled this world two years ago that I’m past it, that I cannot “hang” with the new kids. Well I’m here to deny that fact straight up. I am no Lance Ryan. I am no Davey Ortega. Every time I get knocked down, every time I fall....almost like you said Steve....
I...
Get...
BETTER!
Spike lets out a sharp breath as if a dragon breathing fire or some other kind of powerful metaphor I’m too tired to think of.
That’s right, and you know it. I come back stronger, and stronger each time. You look at me, you’ve seen the blood I’ve shed, of my enemies, of my own....you see the scars that cover my body...yet I’m still standing Steve. I’ve been through ten times more than you will ever go through, yet I’m still here ready to out wrestle you in a straight up wrestling match....because I do something modern day wrestlers seem incapable of. I evolve. I went further than just being the “hardcore” guy. I took what I could do and went further, I trained anywhere I could from Mexico to Japan. I took what I learned as basic skills when I was young....how to hurt people, I took that which had been beaten into me and used it combined with wrestling skill....I called the style Xtreme. I’m sure you’ve seen how much that has evolved, people who have never come across me believe they began this phrase, craze, or whatever you want to call it. A long time ago a female federation owner witness the devastation I can deliver in the ring, it was her that labelled me the God of Xtreme, and I’m sure you can all tell it fits perfectly and has stuck ever since.
I created this style, I brought violence to the main event scene and it was never the same since. Because of me people like Dark Prophet, Angel, Price, Kevin Hardaway....they could all reach through the glass ceiling and become a somebody. Am I some sort of ambassador? No. Do I honestly give a crap about how anybody other than myself, my friends or my family succeeds in life? Hell no. Number one matters nowadays, f*ck the lot of you because you are all ungrateful.
I have almost killed myself in this business several times. I declined a paid holiday to recover from heart surgery because my passion for this business is so strong. Then I come here to have people such as Steve Awesome telling me how low down the grading table I am, how I don’t deserve this, how I don’t deserve that, I don’t deserve to brag or boast....not like I really do. I hold back Steve, I hold back to keep people’s attention, I’m not AJ Phoenix after all....
I had respect for you Steve. I held my hands up and said that I couldn’t hate you for who you are because of how talented you are, I admitted the fact that I have never beaten you. Yet all you do is stand there and insult me, stand there and shrug off my comments as if they mean nothing. Fine, no skin of my nose pal. You’re just making it one step easier to hating you, one step closer to me finally getting what I want, and that honestly is to destroy the franchise that is Steve Awesome.
Spike backs away now, a sadistic smile on his face as he holds his fingers up counting off the list.
No more t-shirts.
No more autograph signings.
No more TV appearances.
No more Steve Awesome.
Push me Steve, please push me so I can unleash my full force. Do it man, free me, let me be dangerous. Give me an excuse to go too far and destroy you in the ring come Fallout. The urge to defeat you is rising Steve, not just to capture the National Title, not just to keep my winning streak intact, not even just to keep my pride....but to destroy yours. To finally slap you in the face and bring you back down to earth. People have built you up Steven....they have built you up in your own mind and now you think yourself untouchable.
I’d like to challenge that.
Do it Steve......
Push me...
Spike moves right back up to the camera, his face indeed does take up the whole screen. The passion, anger and fury clear to see on his face as he snarls down the camera.
I f*cking dare you!
-Cut-