Post by Spike Kane on Aug 27, 2021 11:48:59 GMT -5
The week off gave me some time to think, some time to heal, and hell it gave me some time to try and work on my wedding plans. The date is rushing closer, and I'm left wondering what means more to me right now?
The tag team titles.
Or my wedding?
The truth of the matter is, it isn't even a question, because the answer would be Alysson every single time. She saved me....nobody understands it, but she did. She prevented me from going down a horrible path that I firmly believe would have killed me...
She is my life.
But it doesn't mean that I can't focus on wrestling until them. This week I rejoin my partner, my kindred soul....Falcon. We return to where all this started, except this time we have two other people weighing the team down. Don't get me wrong Ebony, Ivory....I know that you guys mean well, I know that your trying to make a name for yourself, and I know that you need the victory more than we do.
It's why I know that you won't try to screw us over, it's why I know that you will do what we tell you to do when we get into the ring. We are the veterans, we hold the experience, and to be honest? We can probably do this without you, but don't worry, I'm pretty sure we'll do well enough to carry you to victory.
~~~
We open up on a very posh looking mens clothing store, in the upstairs department where you get measures up and stuff. We see Falcon, Spike, and Brad all talking as the tailor measures Spike up.
Falcon: I'm glad you decided to do this for her.
Brad: Yeah, she won't see it coming.
Spike grimaces as the guy measures his leg, the hilarious moment where he asked Spike which side he dressed to, and Spike shrugging left Brad and Falcon laughing. Before Brad decided to try one on for himself, bearing in mind he would be getting married in the not too distant future.
Brad: You know bro, you looking f*cking terrible compared to me. Get that **** off, you can't wear it right.
This of course causes Spike to drop his jaw, and Falcon starts laughing in the background.
Brad: I got more style and class.
Spike looks at Brad as if to say “motherf*cker WHAT!?” And tries to charge at him, but slips on the stand and falls over, landing on his hands, he slowly turns leaning on his elbows to face Brad.
Brad: its true. How do you think I keep bagging hotties? I'm average looking. I got good style, keep myself groomed, and show class to them.
Spike leans up towards his brother, cocking his head.
Spike: Oh what? I'm a f*cking trained monkey?
Brad: You're the guy the girl goes with to piss daddy off.
Spike grins as he seems to think back to his younger days, as the rebel rocker that the women just loved to bring home as a nice middle finger to their parents.
Spike: Oh...you mean like Marissa?
Suddenly, it seems like hell has frozen over as Nina comes strolling into the room, completely taking the three men by surprise.
Nina: Oh tell me how many hotties you bag?
Spike climbs to his feet, as Falcon pretends to be really interested in a certain jacket and pair of shoes.
Spike: Oh snap.
Brad: It was a figure of speech...
Brad grimaces, knowing he's in trouble with the missus. He grins a little, to try and get out of it.
Spike: Hey, you can't be in here! We're trying clothes on!
Nina: Bradley Allen, go to the time out corner.
Brad: I'm too old for that.
Spike makes an “or ignore me” face before laughing at Brad's misfortune, like any brother would be.
Spike: Do as your told Bradleykins *makes whip noise*
Brad goes the to the time out corner where he sits next to Lilly who Nina must have brought in with her. She turns and sticks her tongue out at Brad, who replies with the same gesture.
Nina: Hehe I know, I got him whipped already.
Spike turns now donning his tux with the red cummerbund and poses.
Spike: So....how do I look?
Nina: You look very handsome. Aly is gonna be all flushed seeing you in that.
Spike: She doesn't know I'm getting a tux. She said I didn't have to, but I want to surprise her...
Nina: Aww that's a big ole sweetie. Brad better get a tux or he's in trouble.
Spike: Is he ever not in trouble?
Nina: Yes. Most of the time. I just put him in time-out when he acts like a stupid jerk.
Brad flips Spike off, which again causes everyone to laugh, even the tailor.
Nina: Most of the time he's really sweet but today he's being a jerk. He tried to throw me into a pool!
Spike: Why in the hell did .....you know what? I'm not gonna ask
Spike turns to walk out of the room and into the changing room, when Falcon stops him for just a second.
Falcon: You look good Mike....she's gonna love it, she'll really appreciate the gesture dude, trust me.
Spike: I do man....with my life.
Fade.
~~~
Tensions are rising, and the heat is really on between the four of us now isn't it Team America? I mean, Simon is pretty adamant that you two are the champions and we have no legs to stand on. Despite his logic for you guys winning applies to us in equal measure, but the truth of the matter is....it isn't really about the belts is it?
You don't like having to share the limelight do you Simon?
I mean I get it, during the invitational everybody was screaming and shouting about Simon Daye rising from obscurity under the wing of the veteran sexual deviant Gib. Reaching up and finding the glory that he's been looking for, for so long. But now it's over isn't it? The honeymoon is over, and you want to throw your toys out of the pram.
It's fine, you are not the first, and you sure as hell will not be the last.
But the thing is, it's something you need to get used to. Try talking to Gib about it, he has just as much experience in the lows that follows the highs than I do. Gibby had a tremendous career, but it wasn't all world title shots, and hilarious tag team promos. The pain and hurt, the misery and the depression. They get to us all eventually Simon, and I can see why you would want to put them off as much as possible.
This business gives us a lot, but it puts you through hell at times.
We've all got the scars to prove it, both mentally and physically. Homeless Harold, Senor Xtreme, Gjenrei....hell even your partners this week....we all do something to hide from the world for whatever reasons we find....and it's coming for you Simon, and I know why. You firmly believe that once we do take this tag team championships for ourselves you'll fall back into obscurity....and I can't blame you.
Been there, done that. Hated every second of it.
However, there is only so much Gibby can do to keep the two of you floating above the mid-card limbo. You know it too Gib, don't take it the wrong way....you know over the years we've begrudgingly earned respect from each other. But you can't tell me that you've got it in you to keep on going for much longer. The stress has to be getting to you, it ruins the lives of people half your age, let alone people who really have passed their prime.
Don't take this as a shot at you, honestly it isn't my intention, but you can't disagree with me. You really should step back and let your children continue their insane dominance over this business. It seems almost like you felt left out, and that is why you put your big boy pants back on and came into the tag team tournament.....but it can't last much longer Gib, especially now that the pretend competition is wearing thin, and real competition has made itself known.
The Forgotten rose once again, and now it's just a matter of time before you fall.
As for the....what the hell are you guys called? …..Cabeza del Queso ….are you f*cking serious? I mean. I get that this whole tag team invitational thing has brought out all the crazies, but you two take the cake...I mean I had to friggin' google translate that sh*t..
Head Cheese?
[Vomit]
You two....I've had enough interactions with you in the past. Over the years I've come to understand that you both aren't exactly all there in the mental faculties department....but you're dangerous in the ring. You almost deliberately get people to underestimate you....then kick ass in the ring. Well not this time...
No El Nacho to help you.
Sure as hell no Senor Xtremo! ...Whoever that guys is....
Ahem...
Basically you two are trying to ride off of Team America's success, and it won't work. You see, Falcon and I have a clear message to send to Team America, and if we have to do that at your expense? That is fine with me....but I know that Ebony & Ivory have a message they want to send too, not just to the world, but to you two specifically.
You have fun with your make belief belts.
The adults have some work to do.
The tag team titles.
Or my wedding?
The truth of the matter is, it isn't even a question, because the answer would be Alysson every single time. She saved me....nobody understands it, but she did. She prevented me from going down a horrible path that I firmly believe would have killed me...
She is my life.
But it doesn't mean that I can't focus on wrestling until them. This week I rejoin my partner, my kindred soul....Falcon. We return to where all this started, except this time we have two other people weighing the team down. Don't get me wrong Ebony, Ivory....I know that you guys mean well, I know that your trying to make a name for yourself, and I know that you need the victory more than we do.
It's why I know that you won't try to screw us over, it's why I know that you will do what we tell you to do when we get into the ring. We are the veterans, we hold the experience, and to be honest? We can probably do this without you, but don't worry, I'm pretty sure we'll do well enough to carry you to victory.
~~~
We open up on a very posh looking mens clothing store, in the upstairs department where you get measures up and stuff. We see Falcon, Spike, and Brad all talking as the tailor measures Spike up.
Falcon: I'm glad you decided to do this for her.
Brad: Yeah, she won't see it coming.
Spike grimaces as the guy measures his leg, the hilarious moment where he asked Spike which side he dressed to, and Spike shrugging left Brad and Falcon laughing. Before Brad decided to try one on for himself, bearing in mind he would be getting married in the not too distant future.
Brad: You know bro, you looking f*cking terrible compared to me. Get that **** off, you can't wear it right.
This of course causes Spike to drop his jaw, and Falcon starts laughing in the background.
Brad: I got more style and class.
Spike looks at Brad as if to say “motherf*cker WHAT!?” And tries to charge at him, but slips on the stand and falls over, landing on his hands, he slowly turns leaning on his elbows to face Brad.
Brad: its true. How do you think I keep bagging hotties? I'm average looking. I got good style, keep myself groomed, and show class to them.
Spike leans up towards his brother, cocking his head.
Spike: Oh what? I'm a f*cking trained monkey?
Brad: You're the guy the girl goes with to piss daddy off.
Spike grins as he seems to think back to his younger days, as the rebel rocker that the women just loved to bring home as a nice middle finger to their parents.
Spike: Oh...you mean like Marissa?
Suddenly, it seems like hell has frozen over as Nina comes strolling into the room, completely taking the three men by surprise.
Nina: Oh tell me how many hotties you bag?
Spike climbs to his feet, as Falcon pretends to be really interested in a certain jacket and pair of shoes.
Spike: Oh snap.
Brad: It was a figure of speech...
Brad grimaces, knowing he's in trouble with the missus. He grins a little, to try and get out of it.
Spike: Hey, you can't be in here! We're trying clothes on!
Nina: Bradley Allen, go to the time out corner.
Brad: I'm too old for that.
Spike makes an “or ignore me” face before laughing at Brad's misfortune, like any brother would be.
Spike: Do as your told Bradleykins *makes whip noise*
Brad goes the to the time out corner where he sits next to Lilly who Nina must have brought in with her. She turns and sticks her tongue out at Brad, who replies with the same gesture.
Nina: Hehe I know, I got him whipped already.
Spike turns now donning his tux with the red cummerbund and poses.
Spike: So....how do I look?
Nina: You look very handsome. Aly is gonna be all flushed seeing you in that.
Spike: She doesn't know I'm getting a tux. She said I didn't have to, but I want to surprise her...
Nina: Aww that's a big ole sweetie. Brad better get a tux or he's in trouble.
Spike: Is he ever not in trouble?
Nina: Yes. Most of the time. I just put him in time-out when he acts like a stupid jerk.
Brad flips Spike off, which again causes everyone to laugh, even the tailor.
Nina: Most of the time he's really sweet but today he's being a jerk. He tried to throw me into a pool!
Spike: Why in the hell did .....you know what? I'm not gonna ask
Spike turns to walk out of the room and into the changing room, when Falcon stops him for just a second.
Falcon: You look good Mike....she's gonna love it, she'll really appreciate the gesture dude, trust me.
Spike: I do man....with my life.
Fade.
~~~
Tensions are rising, and the heat is really on between the four of us now isn't it Team America? I mean, Simon is pretty adamant that you two are the champions and we have no legs to stand on. Despite his logic for you guys winning applies to us in equal measure, but the truth of the matter is....it isn't really about the belts is it?
You don't like having to share the limelight do you Simon?
I mean I get it, during the invitational everybody was screaming and shouting about Simon Daye rising from obscurity under the wing of the veteran sexual deviant Gib. Reaching up and finding the glory that he's been looking for, for so long. But now it's over isn't it? The honeymoon is over, and you want to throw your toys out of the pram.
It's fine, you are not the first, and you sure as hell will not be the last.
But the thing is, it's something you need to get used to. Try talking to Gib about it, he has just as much experience in the lows that follows the highs than I do. Gibby had a tremendous career, but it wasn't all world title shots, and hilarious tag team promos. The pain and hurt, the misery and the depression. They get to us all eventually Simon, and I can see why you would want to put them off as much as possible.
This business gives us a lot, but it puts you through hell at times.
We've all got the scars to prove it, both mentally and physically. Homeless Harold, Senor Xtreme, Gjenrei....hell even your partners this week....we all do something to hide from the world for whatever reasons we find....and it's coming for you Simon, and I know why. You firmly believe that once we do take this tag team championships for ourselves you'll fall back into obscurity....and I can't blame you.
Been there, done that. Hated every second of it.
However, there is only so much Gibby can do to keep the two of you floating above the mid-card limbo. You know it too Gib, don't take it the wrong way....you know over the years we've begrudgingly earned respect from each other. But you can't tell me that you've got it in you to keep on going for much longer. The stress has to be getting to you, it ruins the lives of people half your age, let alone people who really have passed their prime.
Don't take this as a shot at you, honestly it isn't my intention, but you can't disagree with me. You really should step back and let your children continue their insane dominance over this business. It seems almost like you felt left out, and that is why you put your big boy pants back on and came into the tag team tournament.....but it can't last much longer Gib, especially now that the pretend competition is wearing thin, and real competition has made itself known.
The Forgotten rose once again, and now it's just a matter of time before you fall.
As for the....what the hell are you guys called? …..Cabeza del Queso ….are you f*cking serious? I mean. I get that this whole tag team invitational thing has brought out all the crazies, but you two take the cake...I mean I had to friggin' google translate that sh*t..
Head Cheese?
[Vomit]
You two....I've had enough interactions with you in the past. Over the years I've come to understand that you both aren't exactly all there in the mental faculties department....but you're dangerous in the ring. You almost deliberately get people to underestimate you....then kick ass in the ring. Well not this time...
No El Nacho to help you.
Sure as hell no Senor Xtremo! ...Whoever that guys is....
Ahem...
Basically you two are trying to ride off of Team America's success, and it won't work. You see, Falcon and I have a clear message to send to Team America, and if we have to do that at your expense? That is fine with me....but I know that Ebony & Ivory have a message they want to send too, not just to the world, but to you two specifically.
You have fun with your make belief belts.
The adults have some work to do.