Post by Christian Kane on Jun 6, 2015 6:49:46 GMT -6
KANE VICE: CHOICES
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So here we are...The War Isn’t Over Yet...and the war isn’t over yet.
Chris Strike versus Christian Kane, probably one of the most storied rivalries in all of modern professional wrestling.
We’ve had a few battles over the years. There was the time I beat you for the Defiance title back in 2012, but that’s where the good times end for Christian Kane in this war. Yeah, I started it. The wrong way too. I know I went too far and even then I knew that, but it’s something that I had to do to get your attention, Chris, don’t you realise that? Ever since we first met in PWF in 2008 you have always looked down on me. Hell, you and your GSB buddies looked down on all of us...but me especially. I was nothing special, admittedly. I was so fucked up half the time on whatever I could get my hands on that I wouldn’t blame you if you thought that I didn’t notice the way you guys were acting, but I did. I saw from that specific point in time that you were a piece of shit...but sometimes it seemed like nobody could see it but me.
That being said it was no excuse for the way I acted. The things I did, the things I said. We all have skeletons in our closet and it wasn’t my business to go rummaging through yours. I apologise for that. What came next was probably deserved, you wanted that win back when you followed me to EXODUS. You took the fight to me and I’m sorry if my memory is hazy because I haven’t and I won’t watch these tapes back...but you drove a railroad spike into my face. Things got...really dark for me from there. I wore that heavy golden mask on my face which hindered me just a tad more than it protected me. What truly fucked with me was the fact that as I felt the cold metal drive into my skin I heard people cheering - not a whole lot, but still...actual humans cheering you doing that to me. The days following I simply couldn’t process it. That whole time I had always envisioned myself to be the good guy. I thought what I was doing was right and just - but every time I tried to point out what a lowlife piece of shit you are the fans just wouldn’t listen.
But that’s okay, because that’s life, is it not? We live, we learn. These people held their hands out to you and they got burned. To these people you became the man I’ve known you to be, the real Chris Strike. No one saw that side of you but me and the reason for that was because no one was able to see that side of you but me. No living person gets under your skin the way I get under your skin. No one irritates you more, scares you more, drives you to the edge more. I knew how to crack open that fake shell you’ve been living in all of these years, Chris, and I think you’ve despised me for that. But we’re alike in more ways than anybody ever thinks. They don’t know how the mind works after it’s gone through unimaginable tragedy...but I do.
Gone is the masquerade and here stands...this. The leader of The Pantheon. The EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion. Oh, you’ve come so far - if I wasn’t so disgusted by your actions I might be proud. But that’s something else that I want to touch on. Everytime that I make it known who the real Christian Kane is, you get angered. Salty, even. You’re quick to point out all the terrible things that I’ve done, but you’re forgetting out much I fucking paid for my actions. Thanks to you it could have been my face...my career. At one point maybe even my life. I don’t blame you though Chris - it’s clear you don’t understand change, you haven’t gone through one in a long, long time. Because whilst I was a bad person who finds himself on the right path? You’ve always been a bad person, from day one.
So you can probably imagine that seeing you turn on the fans who have embraced me after all I’ve done might piss me off just the slightest bit, because all I’ve heard from you is about how they started cheering for someone else instead of you and that upset you. Like it’s their duty to cheer you? Choice is what makes life great, Strike. All my life I’ve had choices and time and time again I kept making the wrong ones. I chose to get drunk. I chose to get high. I chose not to focus and take my career seriously. Choices are what make this business great, ‘champ’. The money they pay for a seat gives them the right to cheer you or boo you and it’s on you to change that reaction, not them. People like an underdog, absolutely - but it’s not why they cheered for Abby Park instead of you.
I’ve said it in the past, but you’re a war general. It can be said that you lead EXODUS to victory over Gods & Monsters when you buried Christum Furor, but the soldier came home and the people stopped caring. The soldier had no more wars to fight in. They got bored of it...bored of you. Slowly but surely they saw you becoming who you are today, and they saw you didn’t hold the World Championship in such high stead because of what it meant to them...but because of what it meant to you.
When I’m in the ring with you on Monday night Chris I want you to know that it isn’t going to be all too personal. What’s in the past is in the past, but you need to understand that there’s going to be one winner when the curtain closes and it’s going to be the New Hope. It’s been a constant theme in our company, so for you to try to rule over the company with the belt like some tyrant...well...
I'll ask you...
...what happened to the last guy who did that?
Yeeeaaahhh.
#STUDLIFE
Los Angeles, California
June 1st, 2015
June 1st, 2015
Christian Kane leaned against the closed bathroom door, rubbing his temples before slowly beginning to close his eyes. Gradually it had all become too much for him. Spinning around to check if the door was locked Kane moved to the toilet, reaching behind it to retrieve a small brown box wrapped up in a plastic ziplock freezer bag. He removed the box from the bag, placing it beside the sink before leaning over it, staring at himself in the mirror. His head was throbbing, his eyes felt like needles were being pushed into them and his stomach churned. Anyone else would think they had a fever, but Christian knew what it was. Crippling guilt. Whether it was misplaced or not was neither here nor there at the moment. Morality had a strange way of only being relevant when it needs to be, and right now it wasn’t. With a shaking hand Kane turned on the faucet, turning the handle again and again until water started to run. Leaning forward he cupped a hand of cold water and splashed it onto his face, attempting to give his system a jolt, trying to freshen up - he was a mess.
Sweeping his blonde hair away from his face he wondered what his opponent, Chris Strike was doing right now...because nothing...nothing could be as bad as this. Whatever shit Chris Strike was into would never be as distracting as this. The Brazilian had slowly become Kane’s measuring stick, for one reason or another. Everyone adored him whilst they hated Christian Kane. Suddenly the tides had turned and yet the measuring stick remained. The easy answer would be because he’s the champion - holder of the richest prize in the business, but deep down he knew that wasn’t the case. It was...something else. Something that couldn’t be so easily fixed. After all, you can’t change the past.
With a small sigh Christian opened the tiny wooden box, revealing a piece of electrical equipment - about the size of a matchbox, accompanied by a long wire with a microphone at the end. Yes, a wire. The placement was important, one glimpse of something that looked like a wire and Kane was sure that he’d be slaughtered as ruthlessly as Miguel was - but Christian Kane had too much to live for to allow that to happen. Christian unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off, leaning on the sink for support before turning his attention back to the box. He picked up the recorder and played with it in his hands for a few moments. It felt heavy. Heavier, even. It was symbolic, as it became harder and harder to continue on with this, so did the recorder, it felt like. He had been wearing it for a while, the wire. Almost every time he interacted with Valentina Rodríguez and the rest of her associates - taking down name after name in the criminal network, but nobody so close to Valentina as to raise her suspicions. Kane figured that she could see what was happening, her empire slowly eroding as the feds close in on her. It was a surprise to Christian that she hadn’t gone insane already, going out in a blaze of glory, or just a blaze - but much to Kane’s chagrin this wasn’t Scarface. Valentina rarely tested the goods, forcing her underlings to do so instead. For all of Rodríguez’s latina flair, she was smart and cunning at the same time. If her empire was eroding, she’d simply rebuild, and Christian Kane feared that he was central to those rebuilding plans.
Kane strapped the recorder to the inside of his thigh, very high up by his groin. He played with it’s position for a few moments, making sure it was properly secured before taking the wire and plugging it in. With a hand reaching over his head and to his back he pulled off his shirt, feeding the wire up to his chest and strapping the microphone to it. Making sure everything was in place, he turned to a suit bag, zipping it open to reveal what he was supposed to wear. It was a tailor made piece, measured specifically to ensure that the microphone and recorder couldn’t not be detected visually. It essentially gave the chest and groin a lot more space than Kane would usually have, but not enough for it to be out of the ordinary for him to wear. As he began to get dressed he started to calm down. His heartbeat slowed to a usual rate and the pain in his head subsided. He had to remind himself that it was either him or her that was going away for a long time, and Christian Kane simply had too much going for him to let it be him that was going to take the fall.
As he buttoned the final button on the shirt, Christian pulled back his hair and tied it up before splashing a little more water on his face to freshen up, patting it dry with a towel hung on the wall. Hiding the box back in it’s original position, he turned to the door and unlocked it.
Showtime.
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So here we are...The War Isn’t Over Yet...and the war isn’t over yet.
Chris Strike versus Christian Kane, probably one of the most storied rivalries in all of modern professional wrestling.
We’ve had a few battles over the years. There was the time I beat you for the Defiance title back in 2012, but that’s where the good times end for Christian Kane in this war. Yeah, I started it. The wrong way too. I know I went too far and even then I knew that, but it’s something that I had to do to get your attention, Chris, don’t you realise that? Ever since we first met in PWF in 2008 you have always looked down on me. Hell, you and your GSB buddies looked down on all of us...but me especially. I was nothing special, admittedly. I was so fucked up half the time on whatever I could get my hands on that I wouldn’t blame you if you thought that I didn’t notice the way you guys were acting, but I did. I saw from that specific point in time that you were a piece of shit...but sometimes it seemed like nobody could see it but me.
That being said it was no excuse for the way I acted. The things I did, the things I said. We all have skeletons in our closet and it wasn’t my business to go rummaging through yours. I apologise for that. What came next was probably deserved, you wanted that win back when you followed me to EXODUS. You took the fight to me and I’m sorry if my memory is hazy because I haven’t and I won’t watch these tapes back...but you drove a railroad spike into my face. Things got...really dark for me from there. I wore that heavy golden mask on my face which hindered me just a tad more than it protected me. What truly fucked with me was the fact that as I felt the cold metal drive into my skin I heard people cheering - not a whole lot, but still...actual humans cheering you doing that to me. The days following I simply couldn’t process it. That whole time I had always envisioned myself to be the good guy. I thought what I was doing was right and just - but every time I tried to point out what a lowlife piece of shit you are the fans just wouldn’t listen.
But that’s okay, because that’s life, is it not? We live, we learn. These people held their hands out to you and they got burned. To these people you became the man I’ve known you to be, the real Chris Strike. No one saw that side of you but me and the reason for that was because no one was able to see that side of you but me. No living person gets under your skin the way I get under your skin. No one irritates you more, scares you more, drives you to the edge more. I knew how to crack open that fake shell you’ve been living in all of these years, Chris, and I think you’ve despised me for that. But we’re alike in more ways than anybody ever thinks. They don’t know how the mind works after it’s gone through unimaginable tragedy...but I do.
Gone is the masquerade and here stands...this. The leader of The Pantheon. The EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion. Oh, you’ve come so far - if I wasn’t so disgusted by your actions I might be proud. But that’s something else that I want to touch on. Everytime that I make it known who the real Christian Kane is, you get angered. Salty, even. You’re quick to point out all the terrible things that I’ve done, but you’re forgetting out much I fucking paid for my actions. Thanks to you it could have been my face...my career. At one point maybe even my life. I don’t blame you though Chris - it’s clear you don’t understand change, you haven’t gone through one in a long, long time. Because whilst I was a bad person who finds himself on the right path? You’ve always been a bad person, from day one.
So you can probably imagine that seeing you turn on the fans who have embraced me after all I’ve done might piss me off just the slightest bit, because all I’ve heard from you is about how they started cheering for someone else instead of you and that upset you. Like it’s their duty to cheer you? Choice is what makes life great, Strike. All my life I’ve had choices and time and time again I kept making the wrong ones. I chose to get drunk. I chose to get high. I chose not to focus and take my career seriously. Choices are what make this business great, ‘champ’. The money they pay for a seat gives them the right to cheer you or boo you and it’s on you to change that reaction, not them. People like an underdog, absolutely - but it’s not why they cheered for Abby Park instead of you.
I’ve said it in the past, but you’re a war general. It can be said that you lead EXODUS to victory over Gods & Monsters when you buried Christum Furor, but the soldier came home and the people stopped caring. The soldier had no more wars to fight in. They got bored of it...bored of you. Slowly but surely they saw you becoming who you are today, and they saw you didn’t hold the World Championship in such high stead because of what it meant to them...but because of what it meant to you.
When I’m in the ring with you on Monday night Chris I want you to know that it isn’t going to be all too personal. What’s in the past is in the past, but you need to understand that there’s going to be one winner when the curtain closes and it’s going to be the New Hope. It’s been a constant theme in our company, so for you to try to rule over the company with the belt like some tyrant...well...
I'll ask you...
...what happened to the last guy who did that?
Yeeeaaahhh.
#STUDLIFE
