Post by Cris on Jan 20, 2013 21:36:24 GMT -4
With a heavy sigh Christian Kane unlocks the door to his hotel room and enters, throwing his bag across the room onto his bed as he does so. This was not a night for partying. Not at all. Christian Kane lost, again. Of course it wasn’t his own fault, he knows that. Duvall and the rest of the Meltdown hierarchy knows that - but everyone else seems to turn a blind eye to it. Strange? ...Coincidence? Nope. People choose to ignore it. But that’s just the way it is if you’re Christian Kane. Bitterness and jealousy rears it’s ugly head...again.
Kane slams the door to his room shut and walks across the sufficiently spacious room to the window, staring out of it at the modest Saskatoon skyline. Not the most exotic of places, admittedly, and it isn’t exactly a concrete jungle but it does it’s job. Placing a cigarette into his mouth Kane runs a finger across the skyline wishing he could be somewhere else. Toronto, Los Angeles, San Francisco...anywhere but here. Lighting the cigarette Christian turns away from the window, takes a drag and blows smoke out into the hotel room air - glancing around the room for something to do. Anything to do. Sure, he could go somewhere else, but what’s the point? It’s not worth catching a flight to go elsewhere when he has to be in Seattle the next night and if he were to drive it’d take him almost forever to get to where he wants to go. This shitty Saskatoon hotel room will have to do.
Kane: Maybe I’ll break open the minibar.
He says aloud as he takes another drag of the cigarette. Truth be told this was definitely not the Canadian Sensation’s greatest night. Kane is slipping. A win in his first match he’s now suffered two losses in a row, and as the man proclaimed to be the future of APW...the shining star of Meltdown...the Golden Boy...that’s just not acceptable. Not acceptable at all. And soon Alexander Duvall would realise that, and what then? Maybe this is paranoia setting in, but a few more losses like the one against Donald Deruty and Kane will be left by the wayside. Dumped by Duvall and the Meltdown hierarchy. He needs to prove himself. Whoever is next in front of him he needs to make an example of. Destroy them. Disfigure them. Leave them permanently scarred to show who the true alpha male of Meltdown really is. To show why he’s been hyped up as much as he has. Action Packed Wrestling signed the Canadian Sensation to a huge contract and yes, that is a massive weight on his shoulders - but Christian Kane works out.
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One of Christian Kane's weaknesses is his past. Unfortunately for him it's well known, meaning that again unfortunately it's constantly used as a weapon against him. He doesn't like that, not one bit. When that no-go zone is breached...it becomes more than just a wrestling match. Sat outside what looks to be an abandoned warehouse on his motorcycle, Kane slowly removes his helmet, looking at the cameraman with a somewhat stoic expression upon his face. He stays silent, looking into the camera for a few seconds before turning around, staring at the warehouse.
Kane: C’mon.
He murmurs, almost inaudible to the camera as Kane jumps off his motorcycle and proceeds to head into the warehouse, choosing to enter it from a side door rather than the rather large main entrance. Entering the warehouse Christian turns to his left, flicking on a lightswitch which illuminates the whole area as the crew enters the abandoned building behind him.
Kane: You know Deruty...
Christian begins as he turns around, slowly walking backwards towards a small table in the center of the warehouse.
Kane: I’m disappointed in you. You’re supposed to be one of the white knights of Meltdown and yet you recorded a promo where you sunk low. You sunk very low. So low that you and all of your so-called fans should be ashamed of yourselves. Have I gotten under your skin that much? Have I really, truly drawn your ire to the point that you’d dig deep enough to go there? Not on one count, but two? I mean sure...it’s common knowledge to those who follow me close enough, so I’d expect that from them, but you, Deruty? If you don’t remember correctly, last week you beat me. You...beat me. Congratulations. I’m glad, really, because the way you continue to yammer on about this whole situation it sounds like you needed it. The fact that everyone’s talking about me instead of you is apparently eating away at you, which, honestly I can’t understand, who’d want to talk about you? Even after defeating me in a match, people are still talking about me over you and I guess that just forced your hand to go and do something drastic.
He laughs to himself as he slowly comes to a halt just a few feet away from the table.
Kane: And by the way Deruty, the only reason you won that match is because Aubrey J Parker...that fucking bitch...distracted me. You aren’t better than me, you never will be, your win was a fluke and I’m guessing you know that. I’m guessing you know it just like everyone else knows it, but it hurts too much to admit it. You’re a damaged soul just like me, so why should I be hated for refusing to hide behind a smile? Why should they boo me and cheer you? I thought we hated fakes, liars - deceivers...and yet here you are.
Walking backwards just a few more steps Christian Kane reaches the table, and on the table is an iPad. With his eyes still on the camera, Kane picks up the iPad - showing it to the camera as he speaks once more.
Kane: This is an iPad, which would’ve been a better gift than the ones you got me, Donald, but that’s somewhat besides the point. You see, I like to use Twitter a lot. I’m just one of those people, I guess. I have close to eight thousand tweets and a hell of a lot more followers. But this past week, yesterday in fact, I got into a little Twitter argument with a follower of mine over Direct Messages. Which by the way is akin to a Private Messaging system. You see I get a bunch of tweets day after day, week after week telling me how much I suck, how <insert name here> is better than me blah blah blah. I get called every name in the book and I normally I just ignore it. These people...these nobodies which you call your fans don’t deserve to interact with a superstar like me, but yesterday I decided to entertain someone who I thought was your fan.
He messaged me informing me that I sucked, of course, that I’ll never amount to anything here in APW without the backing of the wonderful Alexander Duvall and that like always, I’d choke and fail to ‘beat the clock’. This guy was pretty ruthless in his trash talking and I kinda respected that. I had a few minutes to kill as I waited for my flight out here so I entertained myself and messaged him back. I told him that it doesn’t matter what he thinks of me. I told him that I’d put you down, Deruty, like the misguided soul you are. I told this guy that I’d maul you...maim you - annihilate you to make up for last week. But to my surprise he told me that he doesn’t care about you. Let that marinate for a second.
He doesn’t care about you, Deruty. And why should he? You’re a nobody. What helps you stand out from the pack? Natural ability? I’ve got you beat. Eccentricity? I’ve got you beat. Marketablity? I’ve got you beat. You, like all these people that tweet me are nobodies and a dirty victory over me won’t change that a damn bit. If you need to draw on people’s hatred of me to gain you fans then you won’t make it far on Overdrive at all, so you can forget about that and focus on Meltdown, kid. I am a future star, everyone knows that - I stand out from the crowd because I am the best. In the ring or on a microphone and if I get beat in the ring like I did against you last week? Then fine. I have friends in very powerful places, Donald, and with a mouth like mine I could just as quickly talk my way into a title match than be granted one by my associates.
I shouldn’t be in this Beat the Clock challenge, in fact, this ‘challenge’ shouldn’t even exist, but that’ll come later, first I want to talk about your harsh words about me. Your little personal attack.
Christian places the iPad down onto the small table and moves away from it slightly prompting the cameraman to solely focus on him now. He obliges as the Canadian Sensation continues.
Kane: Deruty, I’d bet that you felt very smug about yourself as you bought those little gifts in that gift store, huh? You went digging, found out about my drug problems, the death of my fiancee...found some useful stuff, huh? A little ammo to use against me? What gives you the right, Donald...? Seriously, what gives you the right to lecture me about my own life when yours has been just as bad? I’m supposed to be the bad guy, you know. I’m the one that’s supposed to lower myself to the depths of morality - but instead it was you. It was you who found out about my past and fired the first shot.
Did you need that, Deruty? Did you need that for yourself? To know that there’s someone out there that has felt your pain? To bring her up, and then attempt to cover your tracks with a little sentence of sympathy? You sicken me, and anyone with a brain will see right through you and your pathetic little masquerade. You had NO RIGHT to bring up something so...personal...which to me shows just how jealous you really are. No you’re not seen as THE guy on Meltdown.
The truth is that you never will be while I’m around because you simply don’t have that superstar trait. That ‘it’ factor. You can’t learn it, you can’t steal it, if you don’t have it now you’ll never ever have it - and that must suck for you. It must suck to dedicate your life to a cause only to outshone by a star who shines much brighter than you. To go your whole career striving to become number one...but you could never reach the brass ring. And the reason why? I’m just better. Mentally, physically, politically - I’m better. And you just can’t take that so you had to make things personal. Your white suit doesn’t hide your filthy hands, Deruty. Just remember you asked for this.
Christian takes a deep breath as he runs a hand over his tied back blonde hair. He didn’t want to do this, he has or rather had no problems with Donald Deruty...but Christian Kane can not let this slide. How can he? The inappropriate comments, the disrespect - it can’t go unpunished. It WON’T go unpunished.
Kane: Because you see Donald I did a little ‘digging’ of my own. Disgusted by your words I did a little digging and found that your father along with your two older brothers died overseas and safe in the knowledge of that you STILL decided to bring up MY past? So along with a jealous little bitch you’re also a hypocrite now? You think just because your daddy died along with your two equally irrelevant fucking brothers means than you can throw my past in my FUCKING FACE!? AND WE’D BE EVEN!?
You know what? You were nothing to me, Donald. A loss to you last week? I can let that go, my ego isn’t that big to be tortured at night by a loss to you - but you go and say something like this.
Pausing for a moment, Kane simply can’t fathom it. Christian Kane simply can’t think of a reason why Donald Deruty would do what he did. What was his reasoning? Is it as cut and dry as he thinks? It’s a myth, and most likely always will be.
Kane: You go and say something like this and I just don’t understand why. What are you trying to achieve Donald, hm? Are you trying to get me angry? Heh, I’m plenty angry. Always have been, always will be. I feel like I’ve said it a million times in the past 5 minutes but I don’t hide my pain behind a smile. Behind laughter. Every second of every day is living hell for me, Deruty, so the least I can do to help me soldier on is to make life a living hell for people like you...people like Aubrey J Parker...people like Logan Alexander. You are the people that deserve to feel my suffering. My pain. My wrath. So can you imagine how confused I was to learn that you...YOU lost loved ones? I lost my fiancee but you lost your father, your brothers and you seem fine. You walk around buying these shitty, lame-ass ‘foreshadowing’ gifts for me as FILTH spews from your fucking mouth and these people lap it up! These...these idiots that cheer for you. That will you to defeat someone like me...a ‘bad guy’.
With a roll of the eyes, Kane continues on his tirade, licking his lips before doing so.
Kane: But deep down it is you who is the bad guy. It’s your will all this hatred, all this anger deep inside but you won’t let it out because what? You think you’re betraying all of these people? You think that if you smile hard enough for long enough your dad, your two brothers will come back to life? You will NEVER be happy Donald so I suggest you wisen up and accept that fact. Accept you’ll never be happy and accept that you’ll never be better than someone like me.
Last week was a fluke, an anomaly of the highest order and I’ll prove it by beating you and the clock in one fell motherfucking swoop. You had your chance at the North American title and you failed, Donald. You failed just like Amy Zing, just like the Finnish Phenom did...TWICE! And unfortunately, you failed just like my partner in crime, Kaylyn James Evans. You all had your chances and failed, yet you get to enter this Beat The Clock challenge? KJE aside, of course, but you, Zing - you both get second chances, Valo a third - and I have to compete with you for it? If fair’s fair I should be getting this title shot at Survive and Conquer. No questions asked. But I get put in the match and no doubt there’ll be a massive uproar, screaming and moaning about favoritism. Heh.
I don’t like this predicament...but I understand and accept it. I was put in this match under the assumption that I’d do them proud and beat the clock. That I’d beat you, Donald, setting the fastest time and gaining that shot. I don’t plan on letting them down like I already have. I don’t intend to disappoint them like I already have. These people deserve a true North American champion. If it can’t be KJE...if it can’t be Valo...then it’ll just have to be me. ‘The Canadian Sensation’ Christian Kane...your NEW North American Champion...
Rubbing his chin, Kane smirks to himself as he thinks what could be. What could be if he beats the clock and goes on to win the North American title belt at Survive and Conquer.
Kane: ...that has a ring to it, doesn’t it? Deruty - I’d suggest you strap your boots on tight kid because you won’t be getting a helping hand this week. There will be no Aubrey J Parker to distract me and help you. There will be no Kaylyn James Evans to distract you and help me. No distractions, no excuses. You respect my talent, that’s great. I don’t respect yours. I don’t respect you. I’ll let you know JUST how I feel about you when you step into MY ring...but hey, don’t worry...I’ll be quick.
With an assured wink the Canadian Sensation’s anger has turned into confidence as the screen fades to black. At Meltdown he battles not only Donald Deruty but every other competitor in the ‘Beat the Clock’ challenge. It’s time for Kane to show the world why Alexander Duvall is backing him.
Kane slams the door to his room shut and walks across the sufficiently spacious room to the window, staring out of it at the modest Saskatoon skyline. Not the most exotic of places, admittedly, and it isn’t exactly a concrete jungle but it does it’s job. Placing a cigarette into his mouth Kane runs a finger across the skyline wishing he could be somewhere else. Toronto, Los Angeles, San Francisco...anywhere but here. Lighting the cigarette Christian turns away from the window, takes a drag and blows smoke out into the hotel room air - glancing around the room for something to do. Anything to do. Sure, he could go somewhere else, but what’s the point? It’s not worth catching a flight to go elsewhere when he has to be in Seattle the next night and if he were to drive it’d take him almost forever to get to where he wants to go. This shitty Saskatoon hotel room will have to do.
Kane: Maybe I’ll break open the minibar.
He says aloud as he takes another drag of the cigarette. Truth be told this was definitely not the Canadian Sensation’s greatest night. Kane is slipping. A win in his first match he’s now suffered two losses in a row, and as the man proclaimed to be the future of APW...the shining star of Meltdown...the Golden Boy...that’s just not acceptable. Not acceptable at all. And soon Alexander Duvall would realise that, and what then? Maybe this is paranoia setting in, but a few more losses like the one against Donald Deruty and Kane will be left by the wayside. Dumped by Duvall and the Meltdown hierarchy. He needs to prove himself. Whoever is next in front of him he needs to make an example of. Destroy them. Disfigure them. Leave them permanently scarred to show who the true alpha male of Meltdown really is. To show why he’s been hyped up as much as he has. Action Packed Wrestling signed the Canadian Sensation to a huge contract and yes, that is a massive weight on his shoulders - but Christian Kane works out.
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One of Christian Kane's weaknesses is his past. Unfortunately for him it's well known, meaning that again unfortunately it's constantly used as a weapon against him. He doesn't like that, not one bit. When that no-go zone is breached...it becomes more than just a wrestling match. Sat outside what looks to be an abandoned warehouse on his motorcycle, Kane slowly removes his helmet, looking at the cameraman with a somewhat stoic expression upon his face. He stays silent, looking into the camera for a few seconds before turning around, staring at the warehouse.
Kane: C’mon.
He murmurs, almost inaudible to the camera as Kane jumps off his motorcycle and proceeds to head into the warehouse, choosing to enter it from a side door rather than the rather large main entrance. Entering the warehouse Christian turns to his left, flicking on a lightswitch which illuminates the whole area as the crew enters the abandoned building behind him.
Kane: You know Deruty...
Christian begins as he turns around, slowly walking backwards towards a small table in the center of the warehouse.
Kane: I’m disappointed in you. You’re supposed to be one of the white knights of Meltdown and yet you recorded a promo where you sunk low. You sunk very low. So low that you and all of your so-called fans should be ashamed of yourselves. Have I gotten under your skin that much? Have I really, truly drawn your ire to the point that you’d dig deep enough to go there? Not on one count, but two? I mean sure...it’s common knowledge to those who follow me close enough, so I’d expect that from them, but you, Deruty? If you don’t remember correctly, last week you beat me. You...beat me. Congratulations. I’m glad, really, because the way you continue to yammer on about this whole situation it sounds like you needed it. The fact that everyone’s talking about me instead of you is apparently eating away at you, which, honestly I can’t understand, who’d want to talk about you? Even after defeating me in a match, people are still talking about me over you and I guess that just forced your hand to go and do something drastic.
He laughs to himself as he slowly comes to a halt just a few feet away from the table.
Kane: And by the way Deruty, the only reason you won that match is because Aubrey J Parker...that fucking bitch...distracted me. You aren’t better than me, you never will be, your win was a fluke and I’m guessing you know that. I’m guessing you know it just like everyone else knows it, but it hurts too much to admit it. You’re a damaged soul just like me, so why should I be hated for refusing to hide behind a smile? Why should they boo me and cheer you? I thought we hated fakes, liars - deceivers...and yet here you are.
Walking backwards just a few more steps Christian Kane reaches the table, and on the table is an iPad. With his eyes still on the camera, Kane picks up the iPad - showing it to the camera as he speaks once more.
Kane: This is an iPad, which would’ve been a better gift than the ones you got me, Donald, but that’s somewhat besides the point. You see, I like to use Twitter a lot. I’m just one of those people, I guess. I have close to eight thousand tweets and a hell of a lot more followers. But this past week, yesterday in fact, I got into a little Twitter argument with a follower of mine over Direct Messages. Which by the way is akin to a Private Messaging system. You see I get a bunch of tweets day after day, week after week telling me how much I suck, how <insert name here> is better than me blah blah blah. I get called every name in the book and I normally I just ignore it. These people...these nobodies which you call your fans don’t deserve to interact with a superstar like me, but yesterday I decided to entertain someone who I thought was your fan.
He messaged me informing me that I sucked, of course, that I’ll never amount to anything here in APW without the backing of the wonderful Alexander Duvall and that like always, I’d choke and fail to ‘beat the clock’. This guy was pretty ruthless in his trash talking and I kinda respected that. I had a few minutes to kill as I waited for my flight out here so I entertained myself and messaged him back. I told him that it doesn’t matter what he thinks of me. I told him that I’d put you down, Deruty, like the misguided soul you are. I told this guy that I’d maul you...maim you - annihilate you to make up for last week. But to my surprise he told me that he doesn’t care about you. Let that marinate for a second.
He doesn’t care about you, Deruty. And why should he? You’re a nobody. What helps you stand out from the pack? Natural ability? I’ve got you beat. Eccentricity? I’ve got you beat. Marketablity? I’ve got you beat. You, like all these people that tweet me are nobodies and a dirty victory over me won’t change that a damn bit. If you need to draw on people’s hatred of me to gain you fans then you won’t make it far on Overdrive at all, so you can forget about that and focus on Meltdown, kid. I am a future star, everyone knows that - I stand out from the crowd because I am the best. In the ring or on a microphone and if I get beat in the ring like I did against you last week? Then fine. I have friends in very powerful places, Donald, and with a mouth like mine I could just as quickly talk my way into a title match than be granted one by my associates.
I shouldn’t be in this Beat the Clock challenge, in fact, this ‘challenge’ shouldn’t even exist, but that’ll come later, first I want to talk about your harsh words about me. Your little personal attack.
Christian places the iPad down onto the small table and moves away from it slightly prompting the cameraman to solely focus on him now. He obliges as the Canadian Sensation continues.
Kane: Deruty, I’d bet that you felt very smug about yourself as you bought those little gifts in that gift store, huh? You went digging, found out about my drug problems, the death of my fiancee...found some useful stuff, huh? A little ammo to use against me? What gives you the right, Donald...? Seriously, what gives you the right to lecture me about my own life when yours has been just as bad? I’m supposed to be the bad guy, you know. I’m the one that’s supposed to lower myself to the depths of morality - but instead it was you. It was you who found out about my past and fired the first shot.
Did you need that, Deruty? Did you need that for yourself? To know that there’s someone out there that has felt your pain? To bring her up, and then attempt to cover your tracks with a little sentence of sympathy? You sicken me, and anyone with a brain will see right through you and your pathetic little masquerade. You had NO RIGHT to bring up something so...personal...which to me shows just how jealous you really are. No you’re not seen as THE guy on Meltdown.
The truth is that you never will be while I’m around because you simply don’t have that superstar trait. That ‘it’ factor. You can’t learn it, you can’t steal it, if you don’t have it now you’ll never ever have it - and that must suck for you. It must suck to dedicate your life to a cause only to outshone by a star who shines much brighter than you. To go your whole career striving to become number one...but you could never reach the brass ring. And the reason why? I’m just better. Mentally, physically, politically - I’m better. And you just can’t take that so you had to make things personal. Your white suit doesn’t hide your filthy hands, Deruty. Just remember you asked for this.
Christian takes a deep breath as he runs a hand over his tied back blonde hair. He didn’t want to do this, he has or rather had no problems with Donald Deruty...but Christian Kane can not let this slide. How can he? The inappropriate comments, the disrespect - it can’t go unpunished. It WON’T go unpunished.
Kane: Because you see Donald I did a little ‘digging’ of my own. Disgusted by your words I did a little digging and found that your father along with your two older brothers died overseas and safe in the knowledge of that you STILL decided to bring up MY past? So along with a jealous little bitch you’re also a hypocrite now? You think just because your daddy died along with your two equally irrelevant fucking brothers means than you can throw my past in my FUCKING FACE!? AND WE’D BE EVEN!?
You know what? You were nothing to me, Donald. A loss to you last week? I can let that go, my ego isn’t that big to be tortured at night by a loss to you - but you go and say something like this.
Pausing for a moment, Kane simply can’t fathom it. Christian Kane simply can’t think of a reason why Donald Deruty would do what he did. What was his reasoning? Is it as cut and dry as he thinks? It’s a myth, and most likely always will be.
Kane: You go and say something like this and I just don’t understand why. What are you trying to achieve Donald, hm? Are you trying to get me angry? Heh, I’m plenty angry. Always have been, always will be. I feel like I’ve said it a million times in the past 5 minutes but I don’t hide my pain behind a smile. Behind laughter. Every second of every day is living hell for me, Deruty, so the least I can do to help me soldier on is to make life a living hell for people like you...people like Aubrey J Parker...people like Logan Alexander. You are the people that deserve to feel my suffering. My pain. My wrath. So can you imagine how confused I was to learn that you...YOU lost loved ones? I lost my fiancee but you lost your father, your brothers and you seem fine. You walk around buying these shitty, lame-ass ‘foreshadowing’ gifts for me as FILTH spews from your fucking mouth and these people lap it up! These...these idiots that cheer for you. That will you to defeat someone like me...a ‘bad guy’.
With a roll of the eyes, Kane continues on his tirade, licking his lips before doing so.
Kane: But deep down it is you who is the bad guy. It’s your will all this hatred, all this anger deep inside but you won’t let it out because what? You think you’re betraying all of these people? You think that if you smile hard enough for long enough your dad, your two brothers will come back to life? You will NEVER be happy Donald so I suggest you wisen up and accept that fact. Accept you’ll never be happy and accept that you’ll never be better than someone like me.
Last week was a fluke, an anomaly of the highest order and I’ll prove it by beating you and the clock in one fell motherfucking swoop. You had your chance at the North American title and you failed, Donald. You failed just like Amy Zing, just like the Finnish Phenom did...TWICE! And unfortunately, you failed just like my partner in crime, Kaylyn James Evans. You all had your chances and failed, yet you get to enter this Beat The Clock challenge? KJE aside, of course, but you, Zing - you both get second chances, Valo a third - and I have to compete with you for it? If fair’s fair I should be getting this title shot at Survive and Conquer. No questions asked. But I get put in the match and no doubt there’ll be a massive uproar, screaming and moaning about favoritism. Heh.
I don’t like this predicament...but I understand and accept it. I was put in this match under the assumption that I’d do them proud and beat the clock. That I’d beat you, Donald, setting the fastest time and gaining that shot. I don’t plan on letting them down like I already have. I don’t intend to disappoint them like I already have. These people deserve a true North American champion. If it can’t be KJE...if it can’t be Valo...then it’ll just have to be me. ‘The Canadian Sensation’ Christian Kane...your NEW North American Champion...
Rubbing his chin, Kane smirks to himself as he thinks what could be. What could be if he beats the clock and goes on to win the North American title belt at Survive and Conquer.
Kane: ...that has a ring to it, doesn’t it? Deruty - I’d suggest you strap your boots on tight kid because you won’t be getting a helping hand this week. There will be no Aubrey J Parker to distract me and help you. There will be no Kaylyn James Evans to distract you and help me. No distractions, no excuses. You respect my talent, that’s great. I don’t respect yours. I don’t respect you. I’ll let you know JUST how I feel about you when you step into MY ring...but hey, don’t worry...I’ll be quick.
With an assured wink the Canadian Sensation’s anger has turned into confidence as the screen fades to black. At Meltdown he battles not only Donald Deruty but every other competitor in the ‘Beat the Clock’ challenge. It’s time for Kane to show the world why Alexander Duvall is backing him.
