Post by Cris on Feb 3, 2013 19:56:19 GMT -4
OOC Note: RP sucks and I should have done it earlier but the superbowl 
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FUCK ERNO RUBIK
Survive and Conquer 2013
Christian Kane hops to his feet and begins to stomp violently at Logan Alexander. Logan covers up, but manages to crawl to his hands and knees, though we see that blood is running down his nose as a result of the kick. Logan fights back, catching Christian with a hard shot to the jaw and then a forearm, followed by a European Uppercut-- but Christian fires back with a European Uppercut and another closed fist of his own, knocking Logan back against the ropes.
Logan rebounds back and ducks the super sexy kick. Kane turns and Logan grabs his head and drops him with the Stryke Force. Logan slowly turns Christian and covers him.
One! Two! ...Three!
Ferrari: Your winner... And STILL APW North American Champion... LOGAN ALEXANDER!
West: What a match.
Harris: Kane came so close!
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The Canadian Sensation gingerly navigates his way down the gorilla position stairs as Logan Alexander’s theme music, ‘The Touch’ blares out across the arena in the background. Kane’s head is a mess. Everything he sees as he attempts to make his way back to his locker room is a blur - and yet one word rings clear...as if every single one of his doubters is screaming it at him in unison...
FAILURE
They love it, of course they do. Schadenfreude - satisfaction or pleasure felt at someone else's misfortune. And why not? It’s Christian Kane. He’s a perpetual asshole. His skin polluted by a slimy concoction of baby oil and bronzer, his naturally brunette hair defiled by peroxide which gives you the almost blinding platinum blonde colour we, the audience see every Monday night on Meltdown. But right now there is no audience. It’s just Christian Kane, in a hallway...feeling lost and alone, like a toddler who’s lost his mother in the supermarket. He was defeated tonight by the best Meltdown has to offer and it’s as if time has stopped around him. To be so sure of a win, to have the two most influential individuals of Meltdown on your side and to STILL not walk away with the North American title...it hurts. It hurts and everybody loves it.
There are, of course, people around Christian Kane. It’s Survive and Conquer afterall! One of the biggest events of the year but at a time like this...a time of failure, he sees no one. His eyesight blinded by pain, shame and utter embarrassment Christian Kane and his severely damaged ego limps towards his locker room. A private locker room that he had Duvall pull strings to acquire. Greatly appreciated, because at a time like this Kane needs his privacy. Anyone would. But especially Christian.
Delicately pushing open the locker room door Kane enters the well furnished locker room, seating himself down on the plush leather sofa after closing the door. With a loud, exhaling sigh Christian leans forward, buries his face in his hands and...begins to cry. A soft sob at first which turns into an almost equally soft wail, he throws his face down into the sofa, slamming against it with a clenched fist. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to end, not for Christian Kane. Right now LOGAN ALEXANDER was supposed to be the broken, dejected individual and CHRISTIAN KANE was supposed to riding high! At the top of the Meltdown mountain as the North American champion. This locker room was not meant to be a solitary prison of melancholy. The plush leather sofa Kane has collapsed on was meant to comfort him, his girls. Wet patches on the fine leather was supposed to be spilt champagne - not his blood and CERTAINLY not his tears.
So now where does he find himself now? The ‘great’ Christian Kane? The Canadian Sensation? The bottom rung? Would Duvall let that happen? Is his Christian Kane project over? ...Is he just gonna dump Kane to the curb...? Christian’s mind is racing, and as we all know Duvall is a ruthless businessman, who could blame him? Deep down Kane knows he can beat Logan Alexander, he just...knows it. Maybe the time just isn’t right. Maybe he’s not ready yet...
...maybe he’s too ready.
♠♠♠
“Do you know how sucky it feels to come so close to achieving a dream only to have it taken away from you when you can almost taste it? The victory, the glory. To almost...ALMOST have gold around my waist in Action Packed Wrestling?
If it wasn’t for Logan Alexander I’d have my title. I’d be the North American champion, alas I’m not. I stand here before you all a defeated man, a broken man. My hype train has been derailed. Totally derailed. I felt so good but...now I feel....you know. What’s the point? If I can’t beat Logan Alexander...why should I even be here? All the motivation I once had is gone. I’m banged up, bruised, beaten, demotivated...but I know I’m still tough enough to beat him. I daren’t say it’s destiny for me to become the North American champ but I’ll be damned if it isn’t inevitable.
I gave Logan the closest fight of his reign and I don’t get an immediate rematch...that’s a fucking joke. Every one of you out there may hate me but you know, damnit, you KNOW it’s the truth. I am the BEST wrestler on Meltdown. I always have been. I always will be. And the fact that I have to win that title to prove that point to you, is in my eyes, a complete farce. It’s stupid as shit, the system I’m working under is outdated and it’ll never change because of people like Logan Alexander. They promote this crappy way of thinking and you people cheer him. You cheer AJP. You leave people like ME to fight for scraps like a FUCKING ANIMAL. THAT’S NOT FAIR. I have to team with the Finnish Phenom who’s HAD HIS CHANCES. HE HAD ALL HIS CHANCES! Teaming with him to face two fucking NOBODIES to boot!?
You think I’m going to research you assholes? Huh? You think I give a fuck about this match? I got my ass admittedly beat by Logan Alexander in our title match, I pushed him to the limit and you two think you can defeat ME!? I don’t give a fuck about Valo either.
For all I care he can get the pinfall. It doesn’t bother me one bit because I’m a workhorse. I’ll work two matches in one night and dominate both of ‘em. Fuck it. I backed out of the Survive and Conquer match for the same reason but hell, I like my odds this time.
I don’t need to train. I’m a talented motherfucker. There isn’t going to be some lame Rocky montage. I’m not going to have some deep spiritual conversation with some asshole to find myself and channel my aggression because I channel it just fine. I channel it down my body, into my leg and out via the SSK. FUCK A RUBIK’S CUBE! FUCK ERNO RUBIK! THAT SHIT DIDN’T GET ME ANYWHERE!
Somebody is gonna get their ass beat down tonight and I don’t give a fuck who it is just as long as it’s my team who are declared the winners. Valo, do what you wanna do man. Just don’t get in my way if I’m the legal man and I won’t get in yours. If we win, then awesome and I’ll see you in the main event or vice versa. If we lose, then I’ll be asking you how you got your stupid ass pinned by two jackasses. But whatevs, right? I’m out.
#STUDLIFE.”
FTB.
Logan rebounds back and ducks the super sexy kick. Kane turns and Logan grabs his head and drops him with the Stryke Force. Logan slowly turns Christian and covers him.
One! Two! ...Three!
Ferrari: Your winner... And STILL APW North American Champion... LOGAN ALEXANDER!
West: What a match.
Harris: Kane came so close!
♠♠♠
The Canadian Sensation gingerly navigates his way down the gorilla position stairs as Logan Alexander’s theme music, ‘The Touch’ blares out across the arena in the background. Kane’s head is a mess. Everything he sees as he attempts to make his way back to his locker room is a blur - and yet one word rings clear...as if every single one of his doubters is screaming it at him in unison...
FAILURE
They love it, of course they do. Schadenfreude - satisfaction or pleasure felt at someone else's misfortune. And why not? It’s Christian Kane. He’s a perpetual asshole. His skin polluted by a slimy concoction of baby oil and bronzer, his naturally brunette hair defiled by peroxide which gives you the almost blinding platinum blonde colour we, the audience see every Monday night on Meltdown. But right now there is no audience. It’s just Christian Kane, in a hallway...feeling lost and alone, like a toddler who’s lost his mother in the supermarket. He was defeated tonight by the best Meltdown has to offer and it’s as if time has stopped around him. To be so sure of a win, to have the two most influential individuals of Meltdown on your side and to STILL not walk away with the North American title...it hurts. It hurts and everybody loves it.
There are, of course, people around Christian Kane. It’s Survive and Conquer afterall! One of the biggest events of the year but at a time like this...a time of failure, he sees no one. His eyesight blinded by pain, shame and utter embarrassment Christian Kane and his severely damaged ego limps towards his locker room. A private locker room that he had Duvall pull strings to acquire. Greatly appreciated, because at a time like this Kane needs his privacy. Anyone would. But especially Christian.
Delicately pushing open the locker room door Kane enters the well furnished locker room, seating himself down on the plush leather sofa after closing the door. With a loud, exhaling sigh Christian leans forward, buries his face in his hands and...begins to cry. A soft sob at first which turns into an almost equally soft wail, he throws his face down into the sofa, slamming against it with a clenched fist. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to end, not for Christian Kane. Right now LOGAN ALEXANDER was supposed to be the broken, dejected individual and CHRISTIAN KANE was supposed to riding high! At the top of the Meltdown mountain as the North American champion. This locker room was not meant to be a solitary prison of melancholy. The plush leather sofa Kane has collapsed on was meant to comfort him, his girls. Wet patches on the fine leather was supposed to be spilt champagne - not his blood and CERTAINLY not his tears.
So now where does he find himself now? The ‘great’ Christian Kane? The Canadian Sensation? The bottom rung? Would Duvall let that happen? Is his Christian Kane project over? ...Is he just gonna dump Kane to the curb...? Christian’s mind is racing, and as we all know Duvall is a ruthless businessman, who could blame him? Deep down Kane knows he can beat Logan Alexander, he just...knows it. Maybe the time just isn’t right. Maybe he’s not ready yet...
...maybe he’s too ready.
♠♠♠
“Do you know how sucky it feels to come so close to achieving a dream only to have it taken away from you when you can almost taste it? The victory, the glory. To almost...ALMOST have gold around my waist in Action Packed Wrestling?
If it wasn’t for Logan Alexander I’d have my title. I’d be the North American champion, alas I’m not. I stand here before you all a defeated man, a broken man. My hype train has been derailed. Totally derailed. I felt so good but...now I feel....you know. What’s the point? If I can’t beat Logan Alexander...why should I even be here? All the motivation I once had is gone. I’m banged up, bruised, beaten, demotivated...but I know I’m still tough enough to beat him. I daren’t say it’s destiny for me to become the North American champ but I’ll be damned if it isn’t inevitable.
I gave Logan the closest fight of his reign and I don’t get an immediate rematch...that’s a fucking joke. Every one of you out there may hate me but you know, damnit, you KNOW it’s the truth. I am the BEST wrestler on Meltdown. I always have been. I always will be. And the fact that I have to win that title to prove that point to you, is in my eyes, a complete farce. It’s stupid as shit, the system I’m working under is outdated and it’ll never change because of people like Logan Alexander. They promote this crappy way of thinking and you people cheer him. You cheer AJP. You leave people like ME to fight for scraps like a FUCKING ANIMAL. THAT’S NOT FAIR. I have to team with the Finnish Phenom who’s HAD HIS CHANCES. HE HAD ALL HIS CHANCES! Teaming with him to face two fucking NOBODIES to boot!?
You think I’m going to research you assholes? Huh? You think I give a fuck about this match? I got my ass admittedly beat by Logan Alexander in our title match, I pushed him to the limit and you two think you can defeat ME!? I don’t give a fuck about Valo either.
For all I care he can get the pinfall. It doesn’t bother me one bit because I’m a workhorse. I’ll work two matches in one night and dominate both of ‘em. Fuck it. I backed out of the Survive and Conquer match for the same reason but hell, I like my odds this time.
I don’t need to train. I’m a talented motherfucker. There isn’t going to be some lame Rocky montage. I’m not going to have some deep spiritual conversation with some asshole to find myself and channel my aggression because I channel it just fine. I channel it down my body, into my leg and out via the SSK. FUCK A RUBIK’S CUBE! FUCK ERNO RUBIK! THAT SHIT DIDN’T GET ME ANYWHERE!
Somebody is gonna get their ass beat down tonight and I don’t give a fuck who it is just as long as it’s my team who are declared the winners. Valo, do what you wanna do man. Just don’t get in my way if I’m the legal man and I won’t get in yours. If we win, then awesome and I’ll see you in the main event or vice versa. If we lose, then I’ll be asking you how you got your stupid ass pinned by two jackasses. But whatevs, right? I’m out.
#STUDLIFE.”
FTB.
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