Post by Spike Kane on Aug 27, 2021 11:59:46 GMT -5
You ever have that moment when you're listening to a song and for the briefest time you completely forget the lyrics? You forget the words, and what comes next. Then all of a sudden it just hits you? Smacks you right in the face?
Yeah....
That moment.
Hi Joe!
Before I get to you I should probably acknowledge the events of last weeks Collision. When I returned to team with my brother-in-law to take on nCw's newest power couple. Yeah, I tricked myself into believing I could come out on the other side with the victory, it was naïve, but it happens, right? I had a little bit of a point to prove, more to myself than anyone else, because quite frankly, the opinion of the vast majority of you out the back and in this world means jack ****. The thing is, the Hierarchy had a much bigger point to prove....so obviously they wanted it that much harder, that much more. Not to mention the sudden appearance of the worlds most annoying choke artist....Davey Ortega...
I guess I owe Dexter an apology, but I tried to end the match with as much honour as I could. I made sure he was the legal man before I went about my business. Admittedly, Dexter probably wanted to get his hands on Davey almost as much as I did, after what he said about Freya....but hey, a man has got to do, what a man has got to do, right?
I didn't get my hands on Davey, and he slips through my *** damn fingers once again....this week? Oh Mr Ortega has the week off, and me?
Well I get Ortega 2.0
…...again.
~~~[/center]
Spike lay in his bed, aching from the bumps and bruises he had taken the night before. It had been a little while since he'd been in the ring, but those bumps, the accumulated scrapes and bruises always take their toll. As he lay there trying to remember where each individual source of pain originated from he was disturbed by a roaring sound as something crawled onto the bed.
Spike: Oh no! What's that?
It was just then that Spike's son Xander poked his head over the blankets with an amazing smile on his face, a slight bit of drool coming from his mouth.
Spike: Arrgh! The Xandersauras has got me! NOOO!!!
Spike grabbed Xander and rolled over slightly into a ball, pretending to grab the child, and making eating sounds. Xander giggled wildly as he played with his father before Alysson made herself known. She stood in the doorway beaming at the two of them playing.
Alysson: Does the Daddysaurus have poor Xander?
Xander squealed from underneath his fathers grasp. Spike laughed for a while as he lifted Xander and swung him around.
Spike: Now he's become superman!
Xander laughed wildly as Spike lifted him up, down, and around towards Alysson. He made whooshing sounds which made Xander simply laugh more, before he handed him to Alysson and made a slight grimace of pain.
Alysson: You honestly thought you'd get off scot free?
Spike: Not at all...I just....y'know, forgot how annoying it could be...
The two share a quick moment between them. Alysson's eyes show that they've had this discussion many times over the last couple of weeks.
Alysson: I saw that Joe is looking for a tag team partner, did you think maybe you two could-
Spike: Not gonna happen love. Don't get me wrong, Joe's one of my oldest friends and I love him like a brother, but I'm not back to relive some tag team glory days, and I most certainly do not care to get in the ring with Simon Daye and Gib ever again....
Spike cut her off, but it wasn't anger or rage it was more to get his words out so that she didn't have to get hers out.
Alysson: So you're fixated on Davey then?
Spike: Yup.
Alysson: Gonna take this the whole way?
Spike: Yup.
Alysson: Do whatever it takes to crush him?
Spike: Yup.
Alysson: You wanna change your sons dirty diaper?
Spike: Yup-..aww dammit!
Alysson burst out laughing having completely caught Spike off guard, who grins back at his wife as he extended his hands to take his son back in his arms. He lifted Xander into the air and made a sniffing gesture.
Spike: Phwoar somebodies filled this up haven't they!?
Xander chuckled loudly as Spike swung him around lightly onto the bed and began to change his sons diaper as Alysson looked on fondly before the feed dies.
~~~
It's been what, a few months now Joe? They couldn't get us to fight on the birthday show....again, so instead we fought the week after.....again. I honest to God mean no disrespect to you here right now Joe, but aren't you frikkin' bored of this? I mean how any times do we have to go back and forth? What is it going to be this time Joe?
Do we hate each other?
Do we respect each other?
Do we admit to our off screen friendship and begrudgingly talk of the honour between us?
I'm so lost in the game, I don't know which way we're going. I don't know if I should be standing here and pointing out all your flaws, again.....or if I should be building you up and spouting about your potential, again....it's just tired Joe, it's sad, it's boring, and it's a shame. We've been doing this dance for longer than nCw has been going, and it has never....NEVER gotten the attention it deserves. From out battles in the hardcore place, to our constant rating stealing matches on the birthday shows.
We bleed nCw Joe...
I know people will call me a hypocrite, call me a liar, and about fifty million other things under the sea....but seriously? **** those guys! You and I? We don't suck up, we don't pretend to be the next poster boy to try and worm our way into the limelight only to run away when it doesn't go as planned. Yeah....we stand up for ourselves, we call people out when they need to be called out, and we don't stand for bull****. When we're treated like crap we don't stand for it....because we are better than that. Because we've been giving it out all for years....not a few months, not when we have the attention of the staff.....always. For years.
We go hard, every, single, time.
I've burnt myself out a few times, and yeah it's not something to be proud of...but it takes a big man to admit it, to stand up and say he needs to take a break, rather than slip away un-noticed and try to steal the glory on a return. Oh, and before anybody says that's exactly what I did....no, not at all. I didn't ask to be put in the main event, I didn't even ask to be on Collision, if you know me at all, you'll know I'd happily curtain jerk on Trauma as long as it meant being in the middle of that ring. It's what I do, and year after year I prove it, time after time, I earn it....I am one of the best ever to step foot in that ring. One of the greatest to ever lace up their boots...
I am the God of Xtreme, and I always give it my all.
So when I stand across the ring from you this weekend Joe, who is that I see? Is it a protégée who is proud of who he has become, and who helped him get so far? Is it an apprentice who feels he has surpassed his master and wants to prove a point, just like The Ace does every time we lock up? Or maybe this time you really are Ortega 2.0? You've had that thrown at you a few times in your past Joe, but right now, I'm not meaning it as an insult. You've become close with Davey, and it makes sense, you both have a lot in common. You are both incredibly talented individuals who have yet to reach their true potential, you are both clever men who have found ways to adapt and survive in this business.....and both of your careers seem to be linked with my own...
Regardless of who you decide to be this week Joe....I'm going in there all guns blazing. I'm going to bring it to you just as much as I have in the past. I'm going to push you harder than you've been pushed in a while, and whether you accept it or not, whether you appreciate it or not....
You'll be better on the other side of this, win or lose.
I've always been your teacher Joe. It's not a claim to fame, it isn't some outlandish comment made in arrogance, or even spite...it's the truth. Years ago, the likes of MGK and myself saw something good in you. We saw what you could be, and we tried to push you towards it. Every now and then you show a glimmer, and people's faith is restored in you, but how many times do they lose it? I've never lost it Joe, because I don't listen to what other people say....I make my own opinions, I form my own evaluations. I know that you have what it takes to be a ****ing world champion. When you put your mind to it, you are almost unbeatable. You've taken me to my limits in the past Joe, and I'm not ashamed of it, hell we even share a match of the year award, admittedly it's also shared with Lance and Trent, but hey.....it's there. I know what you can do Joe, and I've never underestimated you, so I'm expecting a true force this week Joe, anything less....and I'll destroy you, you know it yourself. It's going to be hard enough as it is....bring your A game kid.
Show me how much you've improved.
Yeah....
That moment.
Hi Joe!
Before I get to you I should probably acknowledge the events of last weeks Collision. When I returned to team with my brother-in-law to take on nCw's newest power couple. Yeah, I tricked myself into believing I could come out on the other side with the victory, it was naïve, but it happens, right? I had a little bit of a point to prove, more to myself than anyone else, because quite frankly, the opinion of the vast majority of you out the back and in this world means jack ****. The thing is, the Hierarchy had a much bigger point to prove....so obviously they wanted it that much harder, that much more. Not to mention the sudden appearance of the worlds most annoying choke artist....Davey Ortega...
I guess I owe Dexter an apology, but I tried to end the match with as much honour as I could. I made sure he was the legal man before I went about my business. Admittedly, Dexter probably wanted to get his hands on Davey almost as much as I did, after what he said about Freya....but hey, a man has got to do, what a man has got to do, right?
I didn't get my hands on Davey, and he slips through my *** damn fingers once again....this week? Oh Mr Ortega has the week off, and me?
Well I get Ortega 2.0
…...again.
~~~[/center]
Spike lay in his bed, aching from the bumps and bruises he had taken the night before. It had been a little while since he'd been in the ring, but those bumps, the accumulated scrapes and bruises always take their toll. As he lay there trying to remember where each individual source of pain originated from he was disturbed by a roaring sound as something crawled onto the bed.
Spike: Oh no! What's that?
It was just then that Spike's son Xander poked his head over the blankets with an amazing smile on his face, a slight bit of drool coming from his mouth.
Spike: Arrgh! The Xandersauras has got me! NOOO!!!
Spike grabbed Xander and rolled over slightly into a ball, pretending to grab the child, and making eating sounds. Xander giggled wildly as he played with his father before Alysson made herself known. She stood in the doorway beaming at the two of them playing.
Alysson: Does the Daddysaurus have poor Xander?
Xander squealed from underneath his fathers grasp. Spike laughed for a while as he lifted Xander and swung him around.
Spike: Now he's become superman!
Xander laughed wildly as Spike lifted him up, down, and around towards Alysson. He made whooshing sounds which made Xander simply laugh more, before he handed him to Alysson and made a slight grimace of pain.
Alysson: You honestly thought you'd get off scot free?
Spike: Not at all...I just....y'know, forgot how annoying it could be...
The two share a quick moment between them. Alysson's eyes show that they've had this discussion many times over the last couple of weeks.
Alysson: I saw that Joe is looking for a tag team partner, did you think maybe you two could-
Spike: Not gonna happen love. Don't get me wrong, Joe's one of my oldest friends and I love him like a brother, but I'm not back to relive some tag team glory days, and I most certainly do not care to get in the ring with Simon Daye and Gib ever again....
Spike cut her off, but it wasn't anger or rage it was more to get his words out so that she didn't have to get hers out.
Alysson: So you're fixated on Davey then?
Spike: Yup.
Alysson: Gonna take this the whole way?
Spike: Yup.
Alysson: Do whatever it takes to crush him?
Spike: Yup.
Alysson: You wanna change your sons dirty diaper?
Spike: Yup-..aww dammit!
Alysson burst out laughing having completely caught Spike off guard, who grins back at his wife as he extended his hands to take his son back in his arms. He lifted Xander into the air and made a sniffing gesture.
Spike: Phwoar somebodies filled this up haven't they!?
Xander chuckled loudly as Spike swung him around lightly onto the bed and began to change his sons diaper as Alysson looked on fondly before the feed dies.
~~~
It's been what, a few months now Joe? They couldn't get us to fight on the birthday show....again, so instead we fought the week after.....again. I honest to God mean no disrespect to you here right now Joe, but aren't you frikkin' bored of this? I mean how any times do we have to go back and forth? What is it going to be this time Joe?
Do we hate each other?
Do we respect each other?
Do we admit to our off screen friendship and begrudgingly talk of the honour between us?
I'm so lost in the game, I don't know which way we're going. I don't know if I should be standing here and pointing out all your flaws, again.....or if I should be building you up and spouting about your potential, again....it's just tired Joe, it's sad, it's boring, and it's a shame. We've been doing this dance for longer than nCw has been going, and it has never....NEVER gotten the attention it deserves. From out battles in the hardcore place, to our constant rating stealing matches on the birthday shows.
We bleed nCw Joe...
I know people will call me a hypocrite, call me a liar, and about fifty million other things under the sea....but seriously? **** those guys! You and I? We don't suck up, we don't pretend to be the next poster boy to try and worm our way into the limelight only to run away when it doesn't go as planned. Yeah....we stand up for ourselves, we call people out when they need to be called out, and we don't stand for bull****. When we're treated like crap we don't stand for it....because we are better than that. Because we've been giving it out all for years....not a few months, not when we have the attention of the staff.....always. For years.
We go hard, every, single, time.
I've burnt myself out a few times, and yeah it's not something to be proud of...but it takes a big man to admit it, to stand up and say he needs to take a break, rather than slip away un-noticed and try to steal the glory on a return. Oh, and before anybody says that's exactly what I did....no, not at all. I didn't ask to be put in the main event, I didn't even ask to be on Collision, if you know me at all, you'll know I'd happily curtain jerk on Trauma as long as it meant being in the middle of that ring. It's what I do, and year after year I prove it, time after time, I earn it....I am one of the best ever to step foot in that ring. One of the greatest to ever lace up their boots...
I am the God of Xtreme, and I always give it my all.
So when I stand across the ring from you this weekend Joe, who is that I see? Is it a protégée who is proud of who he has become, and who helped him get so far? Is it an apprentice who feels he has surpassed his master and wants to prove a point, just like The Ace does every time we lock up? Or maybe this time you really are Ortega 2.0? You've had that thrown at you a few times in your past Joe, but right now, I'm not meaning it as an insult. You've become close with Davey, and it makes sense, you both have a lot in common. You are both incredibly talented individuals who have yet to reach their true potential, you are both clever men who have found ways to adapt and survive in this business.....and both of your careers seem to be linked with my own...
Regardless of who you decide to be this week Joe....I'm going in there all guns blazing. I'm going to bring it to you just as much as I have in the past. I'm going to push you harder than you've been pushed in a while, and whether you accept it or not, whether you appreciate it or not....
You'll be better on the other side of this, win or lose.
I've always been your teacher Joe. It's not a claim to fame, it isn't some outlandish comment made in arrogance, or even spite...it's the truth. Years ago, the likes of MGK and myself saw something good in you. We saw what you could be, and we tried to push you towards it. Every now and then you show a glimmer, and people's faith is restored in you, but how many times do they lose it? I've never lost it Joe, because I don't listen to what other people say....I make my own opinions, I form my own evaluations. I know that you have what it takes to be a ****ing world champion. When you put your mind to it, you are almost unbeatable. You've taken me to my limits in the past Joe, and I'm not ashamed of it, hell we even share a match of the year award, admittedly it's also shared with Lance and Trent, but hey.....it's there. I know what you can do Joe, and I've never underestimated you, so I'm expecting a true force this week Joe, anything less....and I'll destroy you, you know it yourself. It's going to be hard enough as it is....bring your A game kid.
Show me how much you've improved.