Post by Christian Kane on Jun 20, 2015 17:38:36 GMT -6
KANE VICE: Three Seconds
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A lot has changed over the past few weeks that may force Christian Henrik Kanensson’s hand on a multitude of things. But before change comes reflection, and he has a lot of reflecting to do. There were too many unanswered questions at The War Isn’t Over Yet, especially after Kane’s time limit draw against the EXODUS Pro World Champion Chris Strike - his greatest enemy. After an event where both competitors as well as the whole wrestling thought they’d finally get the definitive ending to Strike/Kane they’ve been left disappointed yet again. Strike was of course happy to retain the championship anyway he could, Kane thought. After all, he paid Daniel Lanning to ensure that Venus, Kane’s ex-girlfriend, would win the inaugural Orange County title match. That showed that any honour that Strike may have once had was now gone, but then again, Kane’s said it all along...it was all a masquerade. Chris Strike was never the hero that the people made him out to be. Nothing but a fraud. It was out in the open now, but his punishment will never be exacted unless his championship is taken from him. At The War Isn’t Over Yet he failed - if given a second opportunity, he wouldn’t. But that wasn’t all. Christian Kane’s personal life would soon be going through a large change, too. As much as he wants people to believe him not to be, Kane is a smart man. Smart enough to know when he’s being played, but smart enough to know when to keep quiet. James McKinely is setting him up for a fall. He’s got no concrete proof of it yet but when Christian Kane gets a gut feeling he tends to go with it. Usually they work out. Either way, if McKinely was out of the picture it’d simply be cutting off the head of one more snake - it was no big loss in the grand scheme of things. He was sure that he wasn’t who he pretended to be, much like Strike, but the question remained. Why would McKinely want Valentina out of Miami? What would he stand to gain?
And then it hit him.
He had to have a conversation now, and it’d be the worst conversation he’ll ever have in his whole life.
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“I’d like to start off by asking for your forgiveness. I don’t feel all too much like myself right now. It just...I don’t know. It sucks to come so close, doesn’t it? Three seconds. I was three seconds away from being the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion - but I come before you with a nude shoulder and a naked waist. I’m not the champion. The man who gets to call himself the champion lay on the mat unconscious and was three seconds away from being pinned before that goddamn bell rung.
A time limit draw. Ugh.
It hurts more than anything. You can call it a bad set of circumstances, but I should have known, no? I should have known how long we went for. I should have moved quicker...but I didn’t. It’s a painful game, those what ifs, those I should haves. In the end, it doesn’t mean a thing. We drew - but I don’t have the title. In my eyes, that’s a loss.
I could stand here for hours, pouring my heart out over how I let myself down, how I let the fans down, but I won’t. I refuse to. I’m going to get another shot at Chris Strike one way or another, and he’s going to find out that there are consequences to his actions. It’s 2013 - he won’t get rid of me that easily.
But from talk of my loss at The War Isn’t Over Yet, I should move on to brighter, better and bloodier things. The Storm’s win over REVOLUTION. To say I’m proud is an understatement, they took the fight to REVOLUTION when no one else would. Maybe even when no one else could. They picked up the win, a costly one, but it was a win nonetheless - an extremely important one. Now, one third of the team who defeated REVOLUTION finds herself in a match against The New Hope, Christian Kane.
Saikosoma, formerly known as Laurel Anne Hardy. For the first time in a long time, I don’t think I have a problem with you. I can’t put my finger on whether it’s down to plain indifference, or whether we truly do not have a problem. I’m so used to people picking a fight with me based on the person I used to be. I’m used to people not grasping the concept of change...and from a man who’s been known to denounce that concept in the past I can understand why my co-workers aren’t so eager to open their arms to me. I understand. But we’ve both gone through some changes, haven’t we Saikosoma?
I...was a bad person. It’s important for me to acknowledge that. Not once will I ever try to justify the things I’ve done. I’d be lying if I said that I suddenly saw the light - it was not a quick process. It took a long time. It took me long enough to even admit that I had a problem, to even identify what I was doing to myself so of course the change was slow. I was impatient, and at times I wanted thing to go back to the way they were, but then I learned to just embrace it. I gave myself unto the people and now I am their New Hope. That moniker is everything to me.
And you? Well you’ve embraced change, too...but I doubt I’d be far off the mark if I said that you don’t care what the people think of you. Right. All you care about is what happens in that ring. All you want to do is inflict as much pain and punishment on your opponent as possible. Now, when you’re standing across the ring from REVOLUTION, I’m all for it. But against me? Well...you may be disappointed with the results you come away with. I’ve been in too many bloodbaths. I don’t need to be in another. Correction, I won’t be in another.
I don’t mean to cause offence, but you are not someone who I want to face. As I said, I don’t really have a problem with you - but you’re dangerous. I mean that in the highest regard, you are dangerous. You were dangerous as Laurel...now even more so. You’ve taken lives off of careers in the past, my only worry is you now do it for fun. I’d call you a depraved lunatic - but you know exactly what you’re doing. All I ask is that we have a good, clean match.
I’m sick of being cheap shotted before the bell. I’m sick of having my own title belt smashed into my face during a title defense. All I want is someone honourable and fair to share the ring with...but I doubt that person is you.
I’ve tried to figure out what this match means to me.
Part of me wants to help you find yourself again...but that’s not my place. That’s a decision that you have to make for yourself. I don’t feel like there’s anything to gain from beating you, and at the same time, I don’t see much to lose from being beaten by you.
Either way, I respect you, Saikosoma - but I will beat you.
This week, I make sure the three seconds count."
“I’d like to start off by asking for your forgiveness. I don’t feel all too much like myself right now. It just...I don’t know. It sucks to come so close, doesn’t it? Three seconds. I was three seconds away from being the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion - but I come before you with a nude shoulder and a naked waist. I’m not the champion. The man who gets to call himself the champion lay on the mat unconscious and was three seconds away from being pinned before that goddamn bell rung.
A time limit draw. Ugh.
It hurts more than anything. You can call it a bad set of circumstances, but I should have known, no? I should have known how long we went for. I should have moved quicker...but I didn’t. It’s a painful game, those what ifs, those I should haves. In the end, it doesn’t mean a thing. We drew - but I don’t have the title. In my eyes, that’s a loss.
I could stand here for hours, pouring my heart out over how I let myself down, how I let the fans down, but I won’t. I refuse to. I’m going to get another shot at Chris Strike one way or another, and he’s going to find out that there are consequences to his actions. It’s 2013 - he won’t get rid of me that easily.
But from talk of my loss at The War Isn’t Over Yet, I should move on to brighter, better and bloodier things. The Storm’s win over REVOLUTION. To say I’m proud is an understatement, they took the fight to REVOLUTION when no one else would. Maybe even when no one else could. They picked up the win, a costly one, but it was a win nonetheless - an extremely important one. Now, one third of the team who defeated REVOLUTION finds herself in a match against The New Hope, Christian Kane.
Saikosoma, formerly known as Laurel Anne Hardy. For the first time in a long time, I don’t think I have a problem with you. I can’t put my finger on whether it’s down to plain indifference, or whether we truly do not have a problem. I’m so used to people picking a fight with me based on the person I used to be. I’m used to people not grasping the concept of change...and from a man who’s been known to denounce that concept in the past I can understand why my co-workers aren’t so eager to open their arms to me. I understand. But we’ve both gone through some changes, haven’t we Saikosoma?
I...was a bad person. It’s important for me to acknowledge that. Not once will I ever try to justify the things I’ve done. I’d be lying if I said that I suddenly saw the light - it was not a quick process. It took a long time. It took me long enough to even admit that I had a problem, to even identify what I was doing to myself so of course the change was slow. I was impatient, and at times I wanted thing to go back to the way they were, but then I learned to just embrace it. I gave myself unto the people and now I am their New Hope. That moniker is everything to me.
And you? Well you’ve embraced change, too...but I doubt I’d be far off the mark if I said that you don’t care what the people think of you. Right. All you care about is what happens in that ring. All you want to do is inflict as much pain and punishment on your opponent as possible. Now, when you’re standing across the ring from REVOLUTION, I’m all for it. But against me? Well...you may be disappointed with the results you come away with. I’ve been in too many bloodbaths. I don’t need to be in another. Correction, I won’t be in another.
I don’t mean to cause offence, but you are not someone who I want to face. As I said, I don’t really have a problem with you - but you’re dangerous. I mean that in the highest regard, you are dangerous. You were dangerous as Laurel...now even more so. You’ve taken lives off of careers in the past, my only worry is you now do it for fun. I’d call you a depraved lunatic - but you know exactly what you’re doing. All I ask is that we have a good, clean match.
I’m sick of being cheap shotted before the bell. I’m sick of having my own title belt smashed into my face during a title defense. All I want is someone honourable and fair to share the ring with...but I doubt that person is you.
I’ve tried to figure out what this match means to me.
Part of me wants to help you find yourself again...but that’s not my place. That’s a decision that you have to make for yourself. I don’t feel like there’s anything to gain from beating you, and at the same time, I don’t see much to lose from being beaten by you.
Either way, I respect you, Saikosoma - but I will beat you.
This week, I make sure the three seconds count."
