Post by Cris on Mar 9, 2013 23:21:37 GMT -4
"GODDAMMIT!"
[/size]The shout is heard from behind the curtain and almost immediately Christian Kane bursts into the backstage area, a grimace upon his face. This night was supposed to be his victorious Asylum debut, but Christian Kane has tasted defeat. Defeat that he should never have tasted. If bets were being taken the Canadian Sensation would have lost a lot of people a lot of money, that’s for sure. But bets weren’t taken, money wasn’t lost and the cold hard fact remains that ‘The Original Bad Guy’ lost to ‘The Bad Boy’ tonight. Shane Borderland defeated Christian Kane and the latter is clearly very distressed because of it.
Ignoring anyone and everyone who so much as looks in his direction, Christian goes to enter the locker room...then stops. His hand on the door slowly morphing into a loosely clenched fist he backs away from the door, suddenly realizing that this isn’t Meltdown...he doesn’t have a private locker room. And all Christian Kane wants right now is a little privacy. To get his head together more than anything. Running a hand through his sweat infested blonde hair he turns away from the locker room and continues on down the hallway searching for his place of solitude as those thoughts invade his head yet again. All the negativity, all the doubt. The last time Christian Kane won a match was against Valo a few weeks back at the Meltdown supershow and even then he choked, yet again, in the North American title match. Does he even deserve to be on Asylum?
Shaking his head, angry that he’d even ask himself that question Christian nonchalantly picks up a bottle of water from a table full of them, taking a seat on what looks to be a stage equipment box a few meters further down. Not completely deserted, but it’s probably one of the quietest places in the arena...for now, anyway. How? Honestly? How could it happen? How could he lose in his debut? Stupidity, utter stupidity and Christian Kane knows it...yet it’s everyone’s fault but his own. And abstractly that may prove to be true. There is good inside of everyone, sure, but not Christian Kane. The person? Maybe. But the wrestler? ...The competitor? Fuck no. Win or lose Kane is going to get paid, sure, handsomely too - but somewhere along the line his ego took over. It stopped being about the money and wrestling began to serve to fuel his ego. And the fans? Christian lightly laughs to himself, privately enough for no one to particularly notice as he unscrews the cap on the bottle, taking a sip.
Fuck the fans. Better yet, fuck everyone. The minute he started his wrestling career he was labelled a pretty boy and eventually a playboy so who can blame Kane for internalising and eventually becoming those labels? Fuck him, right?
It’s bullshit, always was and it will always continue to be. He is the future of Asylum. He knows it, and deep down so does everyone else. It’s like everyone has rose tinted glasses, save for a few more well read individuals. It’s a fucked up reality where a guy who sleeps around, drinks as much as humanly possible every night, and barely trains is the best - but it’s true. He is the best. The more he thinks about it...fuck the future. Kane’s said it before...the future is now.
Shane Borderland pinned Christian Kane, but there is no road ahead for Borderland. He’ll continue to be an Asylum gatekeeper. The Canadian Sensation on the other hand, along with Kaylyn J Evans have their sights set on a particular goal...and well...gold’s always looked good on them.
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Another night, another party, another supermodel in The Original Bad Guy’s bed...no surprises there. Waking up to the annoying as fuck vibration of his iPhone on the bedside table Christian pushes the girl off the bed before sliding over to check his phone, yawning as he does so. 2PM is simply too early for Kane to be awake, any rich playboy will agree to that. A text. One from his tag team partner no less, KJE. With a rub of the eyes to halt his blurry, half-conscious vision Kane reads the text, smirking to himself before positively replying.
An evil plan unfolding thanks to Verizon, they make a great team, regardless of what people think. With any good tag team comes natural chemistry and the two have that in abundance. Not only inside the ring, where they were one poor, inexperienced decision away from convincingly beating M&M, but outside of it too. They’re good friends, they get along great together - which is something their opponents won’t do at Asylum in Winnipeg on Sunday night. If you needed a reason to pick Kane and Kaylyn over Hopkins and Logan, besides their clearly superior athleticism, then that’s it right there. Teamwork. One’s a team, the other isn’t. It’s as simple as that.
Right now Christian Kane is sat in his bed gameplanning with KJE, their opponents on the otherhand are most obviously not. Jair Hopkins and Logan Alexander don’t like each other, in they all hate each other. A tag team ménage à trois of hatred which could easily come to a head at Rasslemania if Christian Kane get his way. If...well...he and Kaylyn force their way into the tag team championship match.
It’s somewhat of a speciality of Kane’s, and if people hate him for it, then so be it. In a world like the one we live in you take what you can get and you take what you want. Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans want the tag titles and they’re going to get them. It doesn’t matter what they have to do, they’re going to get them because they want it more. This Sunday they’ll prove that, and then there’ll be no other choice than to include them in the championship match.
This week is where it all turns in Christian Kane’s favour. This time he’s sure of it.
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Am I supposed to twiddle my goddamn thumbs and wait for a title shot? Just wondering, because everyone seems to have a fucking opinion on it. Who the fuck waits for good things to happen to them? Bad things happen if you stay in one place for too long. Stand in the middle of a highway for a few minutes, if your intestines aren’t being scooped out of a grill after that I’ll give you a dollar. A lot of people wouldn’t be where they are today if they waited their turn, you know. I won’t get into specifics because the internet would explode, and I’m not necessarily exclusively referring to wrestling, but yeah, whatevs. It is what it is and you have to deal with it, because we’re not backing down because people think it isn’t fair. Fair shouldn’t be a word. It shouldn’t exist. Nothing is fair. Life isn’t fair. Life throws curveball after fucking curveball at you and you have to learn how to deal with them or you’ll drown. I’m a curveball. Kaylyn’s a curveball. We’re a fucking curveball.
WILDCARD, BITCHES!
I don’t give a fuck how hard any of you have worked to be where you are today. I honestly don’t give a single fuck. I don’t care who you are. Hopkins or Logan. Bailey or Aubrey. We’re here to take your spot and we’re going to do it by force. Brutally. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, it’ll be over soon. We’d ask you to simply comply to our demands but let’s be real, you won’t...neither of you will. It’s to be expected, and it’s admirable that you’re going down fighting, but it’s inevitable.
The United States of America is currently the world’s strongest superpower, that is undebatable..but there was a time before the US grew into what we know it to be today, politically. There were other superpowers, the British Empire for example. And to the common, less educated, and downright stubborn man or woman in those days, the idea that a country like the United States could become so powerful was inconceivable. But now, the simple idea that it couldn’t seems stupid doesn’t it? It’s a hard analogy to get across, but you probably get what I’m talking about. The time before an era of dominance. No one remembers it. No one really wants to remember it - and when me and KJE wipe the floor with the both of you and get our title shot, no one will remember any of you because you won’t so much as touch the gold for as long as you breathe.
I am not taking Sunday night lightly, and I hope you know that, Jair...you too, Logan. I hate you both and the thought that either of you may gain bragging rights over me makes me gag. You both suck, you’ve both made me look like the bad guy, so I will become that bad guy and make you and your partners life a living hell for as long as I’m in this company. Kaylyn and I will not stop until we’re the tag team champions. If I have to climb over your heads again and again I’ll do it. Especially you, Jair, I will take pleasure in taking yours and Anthony’s spot in the limelight en route to a glorious tag title match victory - I deserve it more than you. Not only that, but I have the reserve to make it happen more than you do. Rage.
Don’t try to play me and pretend you’re angry - you’re just jealous, kid. Me and KJE waltzing into Asylum and we’re ALREADY in the hunt? You wish you could have done that, but you’re just not enough of a star. Your name doesn’t hold enough starpower, and come to think of it, how the fuck do you even say your name probably? Jair...Jare? Whatever, the point is, you’re not angry like I am. Fuck, dude. I’m in a club last night gettin’ this bitches number, this ugly bitch comes up behind me and says ‘I hope Hopkins and Alexander kick your ass on Sunday’. What? The fuck is up with that? That’s bullshit. Firstly, never interrupt me when I’m gettin’ a girls number. Secondly, she was ugly. Three, what the fuck!? If anything people should like me, man, I’m fucking awesome. But no - I’m the bad guy - cool, whatever. Boo me when I’m in the ring, when I’m giving an interview and I’m on the screen, even at a signing - but when that transcends beyond the confines of wrestling and into my awesome life? That’s when I have a problem. And both of you, and your partners, represent the people who influence the fans to act like that. You both actively encourage them to fuck with me, so I’m gonna fuck with you.
I don’t need to train. I don’t need to go on some dumbass Rocky montage. I’m better than the both of you. Your shitty, strange bedfellows tag team won’t work on me and KJE and we’re going to fucking school both of you tools. We are going to embarrass you both. Then when you’re licking your wounds and scampering off like the annoying cockroaches you both are you can tell your respective partners just how the deep the shit is you find yourself in. This is gonna be fun.
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#STUDLIFE.
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