Post by Spike Kane on Jan 10, 2020 19:02:09 GMT -5
We came, we saw, we did exactly what we said we would do and now you’re all starting to realise it. You’re slowly starting to become aware that Rob and I, we don’t just spout things from our glorious mouths for no reason, we deliver on what we say, we back those words up as you might say. I’ve made an entire career out of doing exactly that, so if you think I’m going to suddenly stop doing that just because nCw is dead and gone, you’re sorely in the wrong, and it’ll usually be at your expense.
InFamous reigns supreme, bitches.
~~~
“Are you sure you are up to this Rob?”
I’m driving and he seems so nervous, he looks like a wreck, hell I know exactly what he’s going through. I remember going through all the range of emotions when I found out Tanya had kept the baby she told me she’d aborted...six years after the fact. I’d had a son for six years and she never told me, when she finally did it was because he had the same heart defect as me. I feel my heart twist a little at the thought of it all.
“I’m here if you need me, you know that right?”
I take a hand off the steering wheel and pat him on the shoulder, I know Rob already knows that but it never hurts to have a physical confirmation of something that’s in the mind, like when you know that a Cactus will prick you but you need to touch it anyway.
“I know Spike, and I appreciate it. I’ll just be glad when this is all done.”
Poor guy, he’s been wrestling with this for a while, he doesn’t really like to talk about it much. I imagine some of his past friendships didn’t really swing both ways and he probably got a lot of stick, but I’m one of those people who has seen it all and done it all, anything I can do to make his life better I’ll do, whether he wants my help or not. He’s my partner, he’s my friend, hell he’s pretty much family at this point.
“Did they give you a time frame or anything?”
He smirks now, obviously planning this little scenario in his head where he gets to be the hero and rescue his daughter. Can’t blame him really, when River tried to take Xander from me....I would have massacred half of America just to get him back. I’m actually impressed with the amount of restrain Rob has offered, even when I offered to pay for his legal aid. I think he might have taken that as a slight, but I didn’t mean it, hell I’m a fairly wealthy guy, my wrestling school is doing well and I’m still making money from the property game.
“Yeah, said they’d arrive a few minutes after we get there.”
I can see the look of anticipation on his face, and to be honest I can feel the adrenaline starting to flow through my own body....hell, this could develop into one hell of a fight, and I’m always looking for one of those, must be my blood.
“You want back up?”
This is when Rob stops and looks right into my eyes, I don’t recall him ever looking so serious before. It’s clear that this isn’t just about him one upping his ex, his love for his child is what brings out the human side of Rob, much like myself.
“Honestly Mike....I want to do this myself. No disrespect, I appreciate everything and all but...I need to do this...”
I put a hand up as if to tell him no more reasoning needed just as I pull over outside the place where he was going to rescue his daughter from and bring her home to her Daddy.
“No problem buddy. Just remember, you can still come back to my place with Ally and Xander until you’re settled with her and you’re confident. OK?”
He nods at me, resolute, defiant. My partner acts like a child a lot, but people don’t see the man behind it all, it’s a great tactic to throw our opponents off their game. Rob is a damn fine parent, I’ve seen him in action, even with my own son, he’s an amazing competitor, and he has the same outlook on taking things to the xtreme that I do. A kindred spirit some might say, for now we’ll just stick with parents, partners, InFamous. I turn to watch him climbing up to the door and sink back into my chair, I’m prepared for this to all go tits up and have to help him out, but I have a feeling he’ll be fine.
~~~
Mike. Please do me a favour and think before you open your moronic mouth. You have the cheek, the gall to stand there and put my testicular fortitude to the test, yet merely moments later mention how you WANTED to challenge me to my face, but chickened out and did it over twitter. Then threw a tantrum when I shrugged you off, which, incase you’re too stupid to realise, makes you a hypocrite Michael. I’m not sure if you’re aware of what that means, so please allow me to spell it out for you. You Mr Laszlo are a hypocrite, which is a man or woman who engages in the same behaviours that he condemns others for, a person who pretends to be above his peers, a person with fake morals. That word sums you up a lot Mike.....fake.
You’re claim to fame against me is attacking me when I was forced to retire from in ring action.
Ooh, you’re really scary!
You’ve been chasing me for so long? Bullshit Mike. All you need to do is walk up to me and ask me for a match and I’ll give you one there and then. Alex Jones, as much as I hate him at least had the balls to challenge me to a match, and then raise the stakes to a Dragon’s Den match, my signature match Mike.....where I have taken people and broken them, put my own life at risk, just like I did at A Night to Remember against Angel, whilst you floundered around desperately trying to make a lasting memory with Trent Helms who hasn’t been able to put people over since his tag team with Steve Awesome fell to pieces.
You like to make out that this is truly a clean slate, that we are all nobodies here. The thing is Mike, when you’ve had a career as glorious as mine, as prolific and as decorated people around the world know who you are. People from all the corners of the world have watched you tear this business apart and make a name for yourself. From the lowly orphanage scrapper, to the three time hall of famer. I’m a bonafide legend Mike, and nothing you scream and shout with the top of your lungs will ever erase that. You can make all the hashtags that you want, you can throw your pseudo challenges out from the warmth and comfort of your armchair behind your keyboard, because we both know that you don’t have the guts to step up to my face and actually spill out whatever it is that you have on your chest, because let’s face it Mike, it’s a little bit more than wanting to be better than me, there’s some hatred in there, maybe some rage too....
What is it dude? Did I sleep with your girlfriend on a tour once? Or did I not stop Rob from doing that? Did I help Rob and Steve tea-bag you one time or something? Or is it that you know deep down inside that I did more in one company than you will ever do in your entire career? That I’ve held more championships across the board than you’ve even had matches? I mean even here in IWF, I’m undefeated, you haven’t won. I’m aware it’s only been one match, but the way you spin things is what makes you or breaks you kid. I’ve been to the top of the mountain, I know what it is like to be the man and have the federation resting on your shoulders, I’ve also been to the bottom where even your best friends stamp on you and spit vile about you behind your back. I’ve done it all Mike, even if IWF doesn’t acknowledge that (which by the way, dumbass it does as it’s the successor to nCw) you still have to acknowledge the man behind it. Take a look at my contract Mike, look at my nice cushy perks, at my moderate salary (I don’t really need much, I have my own income, I made a deal with Simon that the bonus would go to the orphanage back in England)
You have to face the facts Mikey, I’m not just better than you, I’m superior to you in every single way. I could stand here and spout about my accolades until I was blue in the face, I could brag about my life, about what I’ve made for myself, my lovely SUPER talented wife, my adorable son, I could do it all, but it wouldn’t get through to you Mike.....you’re too head strong. Instead I’m going to have to break it to you in the middle of the ring come Sunday Night. If you thought my brother was a tough competitor you haven’t seen anything yet. I love my brother to death, but when it comes to a fight.....there’s nobody better. Brad may out wrestle me.....he may out wrestle you.....I’ll just f**king break you!
Right in the middle of the ring.
And it’ll be legal too.
I have a record of doing it Mike. Take a look around at the nCw alumni, and others and see how many of them have not had an epic match with me where their career hung in the balance.....The Ace.....Joe Everyman.......Brad Kane......Davey Ortega......Lance Ryan.......Trent Helms......Jack Manson.......Angel.......Falcon.......hell, even my last outing with Jake Keeton was for a world heavyweight championship! - which I won by the way. Thing is Mike, I look at you and in a lot of ways I see you desperately trying to be like me....
Hell, you’ve even jumped on this “training” bandwagon that seems to be taking a turn in the limelight as of late. Christ, I’ve been doing that for over ten years. Admittedly, I have my own unique way of doing things, which usually consists of taking a man into that ring and breaking him down until there is nothing left, and then rebuilding him from scratch. I did it with Dave Holland, I did it with Jake Conway, and I did it with Joe Everyman. I’ve had protoge’s in the past, Xavier Williams for example, or Atreyu......oh, and in case you weren’t watching nCw TV that didn’t directly involve you like the vast majority of the nCw staff and roster.....I’ve been running a wrestling school for several years now....
That’s where Atreyu came from. You know, the guy who held that title you were so proud of holding before you? I do however commend you on such a glorious reign. It was quite impressive for a man to hold the lowest tiered title for such a long time fighting the new incoming talent to pad out his win to loss ratio instead of moving up the roster, climbing the ladder. Oh, I mean you did have THREE attempts to dethrone the World Heavyweight Champion.....THREE! You know how many World Title shots I had? Two....one singles match, and one no limits four way ladder match (which won Match of the Year may I add) but if we compare one on one matches.....my one to your three....I emerged victorious after defeating a man of pretty much the same calibre as your opponent, and my reign is STILL one of the most memorable, it lead to my induction into the hall of fame, and my record stood for a damn good time as longest reigning it’s still in the top four or five.....
Because I AM that good Mike. I don’t just talk it, I deliver it too. So please, give in to your anger, give in to your rage and bring it to me when we step into the ring because I swear it Mike I will bring it to you like nobody has ever done before. I will take you to limits you never even knew existed, I’ll make you better just by beating the crap out of you and teaching you ways to hurt people you could never think of. I don’t given two shades of.....stuff, whether you’re partner shows up or not....I want you, and just you in that ring. If he doesn’t? Cool...I’ll ask Rob to step aside and we can go at it one on one.....providing our overlords allow it, and y’know Rob doesn’t douche things up - which I make no promises for.
If you don’t get your fix? Fine....we’ll go one on one Mike, but not because of your pathetic attempt at a challenge over twitter.....but because I’ve wanted to smash your face in ever since you attacked me years ago, but I always thought preying on weaker competitors was a bad business decision....but you know what? You deserve it. You deserve exactly what I’ve put my worst enemies through in the past, and I’ll deliver it to you Laszlo, with a freakin’ smile on my face, and when I’m done you’ll realise, you’ll drink the kool-aid and you’ll be one of my followers.
You will
BLOODY
HAIL!
Oh yeah...I forgot about your partner. Come on, do we really think he’s going to show up? Dude is quieter than Silent Bob, and he’s got two of the best in the world coming after him all because he opened his mouth on twitter. I’ll tell you what Mike. I’ll make you a deal here. If he shows up, I’ll attend a training session with you where you teach.....if he doesn’t? You can never speak my name on Twitter ever again...
Seems fair.
Laters douchebag.
Oh, and....SUCK IT!