Post by Cris on Jun 15, 2013 19:42:30 GMT -4
Rebuilding
Faction warfare is overrated. The New Sindicate don’t do wars. Wars are long, drawn out, ugly conflicts - why would we want to be caught up in one of those? The first sign of conflict between two groups and the internet goes crazy over this shit. Then another few get involved, and this is the era of the factions in APW? Spare me, please. This is the era of the New Sindicate - nothing more. Not the League, not the Dying Breed, not Foul Play and certainly not the Synndicate. If you’re not in a stable, you won’t be left behind, but if you’re not with the New Sindicate then I’m sorry, but you certainly will. Just kidding, I’m not sorry. We’re an illustrious group, our past accolades show that, our current accomplishments show that and on the road to Test For The Best we will prove that not only are we the best stable in APW, but that the four of us are individually the best wrestlers in Action Packed Wrestling today.
Because let’s face it, that’s all that matters in the modern era of pro wrestling. How many guys waltz into a place letting everyone know how successful they were in the past? I made that mistake here, and it’s about time I left EVERYTHING in the past. All that matter are NOW...and the future. Christian Kane and the New Sindicate are the FUTURE. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, and if you don’t take my word for it now, then don’t worry, we’ll just show you. I’ll show you. Watch Asylum on Sunday night and then we’ll see who doesn’t fucking belong.
The past. The past. The past. I’ve forgotten mine, but Michael Lively, the obstacle standing in the way of my place at the TFTB PPV seemingly hasn’t. Now it’s all well and good to mention your history here and there, especially if it pertains to APW, which is does, but there comes a time where you need to realise that the fact you ‘helped build this place’ doesn’t fucking matter anymore, bro. You placed a cog in the machine known as APW, sure, and that’s just great but you need to understand that the cog will never stop turning and the machine will never stop running. No one’s going to grant you special privileges because of what you’ve done and for some reason I never understood that until now. If you’re hoping for me to lay down the red carpet for you and just lay down on Asylum you’re deluded, man, and since you’re with Foul Play I need to make an example out of you. All I hear, day and night, from other people and in my own fucking head is that I’m the weak link in the New Sindicate and honestly? I need to do all I can to disprove that. I don’t want to be that guy who is an easy match any more. I can’t. I won’t be.
I’ve let myself down week in and week out ever since I arrived in this company and that’s because I’ve still been clinging on to the past. Almost a decade of experience is a lot to hold on to and I need to let that go. I need to let that go because if I continue down that path I won’t just be letting myself down, I’ll be letting the New Sindicate down and that, simply put is not an option. Everyone loves to use this new cliché and talk about how failure is an option. How it’s the most readily available option, and what defines you is which path you choose, how to decide to deal with the overwhelming thought of failure staring you in the face. ...But it just isn’t an option. Not anymore. I would rather hang up my boots for the final time than make a mockery of myself. New Sindicate has certain standards - high standards and I vow to not only maintain those standards, but I will raise the bar. Perfection was the pinnacle, but not anymore...I’m better than perfect.
♠♠♠
It’s been a long time since Christian Kane has seen his brother. Almost two years in fact - two years since Kane’s brother, Jacoby Kane, was sent to prison. Christian sits in a small semi-furnished room, anxiously. Clearly this wasn’t a room of his, it was designed terribly, it seemed neutral. A few moments pass, after a brief period pacing around the room Christian retakes his seat, and seconds later the door creaks open. In walks Jacoby looking somewhat disinterested. Sporting a new beard and considerably shorter hair Christian’s younger brother seems to be a changed man, at least to Christian - but then again, a lot changes in 2 years. Flanked by a prison guard it’s revealed that the visit is a neutral ground visit, granted once every two or so months. The guard exits the room, signalling to the two of them that he’ll be just outside as the brothers greet with a half-hearted hug.
They both sit.
“Two years, Christian?”
A long time ago Jacoby would’ve probably danced around the question, but he’s been hardened by prison. Two years of his life wasted, how long will he have past that? There is no time to waste.
“I know, I’m sorry, really.”
“I don’t know if I can really believe you.”
Christian sighs. “I can understand that, I guess. I’ve been busy...but no excuses, I should’ve visited you sooner.”
“Right. Marissa is busy a lot these days, she seems to visit me just fine.”
By his tone of voice it’s easy to tell that not only is Jacoby angry that Christian hasn’t visited, but hurt even more so.
“She visits you?”
“Of course she does, when time permits.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
Jacoby scoffs. “Probably because you’re a fucking asshole.”
Christian laughs nervously, if this was any other person besides his sister he would have retorted - but he knows he is in no position to do so.
“You’re out soon, though, aren’t you?” He asks, common sense.
“Good behaviour, sure. Any day now.”
“What do you plan on doing when you get out?”
Jacoby leans back, folding his arms as he does so.
“What do you want me to say to that? I’ve done a few courses here I guess. My bandmates replaced me as soon as I got sentenced so that’s not really an option. I’ll find a job, stay on my feet somehow. Might hang out with Rissa.”
“That’d be cool, man. Maybe uh, we could all hang out sometime?”
The question trails, as if CK regretted it the moment the words left his lips.
“We’ll see. Why are you so interested in what I do, though? After two years? Why the sudden interest, huh?”
“Jacoby, come on. I’m your brother. I know I fucked it up with what happened, and I fucked it up since then by not visiting you, but surely you can see where I’m coming from on this?” He shakes his head, at himself, mainly. “I just wanna make it right. Let me help get you set up when you’re out. You can stay wherever and money, well, isn’t really an issue. I can get you whatever you need.”
The middle sibling of the Kane family leans forward, frowning slightly.
“Do you think you can make this right by throwing money at me?” He opens his mouth to continue, but stops himself, instead choosing to clench his first, lightly tapping his knee with it.
“Come on, bro, help me help you. I know what I did was shitty. And I accept that it’ll never be right, but at least let me try...?”
Silence engulfs the room for a moment as the two brothers look at each other, Christian with a look of desperation on his face, while Jacoby a look of frustration. It wasn’t fair for Christian to show up out of the blue and think things would go back to the way they were. That much is obvious, but, to be fair...he is trying. After a brief moment Jacoby nods, prompting his older brother to smile.
“Marissa told me you got married.”
Christian maintains his smile as he thinks about his wife. “Yeah, man. Her name’s Keira. She is just...amazing. Seriously.”
“Is she just another Dani or-”
“Nothing like it. Nothing at all like it. You know how big it is for me to marry, and...I know I made the right choice. Whenever you get out call me and you can meet her.” Christian stands. “I’m serious, bro. I wronged you. I’ll never forgive myself and I don’t expect forgiveness, but...you know...”
Jacoby sighs, rising from his seat also. “I know, I know.”
They hug each other, this time with a little more meaning before Christian heads towards the door. With a knock the guard opens it and Christian is about to leave when Jacoby speaks out from inside the room. “How’s the wrestling going?”
With a smirk, Christian responds instantly. “I’m working on it.”
♠♠♠
I hope you like battle royals, Lively.
Just so you know, I’m not losing this match. Bull-fucking-shit am I losing this match, because I’ve been losing for too long and I’m better than that.
Last week I picked up a win, moved onto the 2nd round and after Asylum I’m moving onto the PPV, where I belong. Everybody loves a dark horse and look no further, I am that dark horse.
I am everything that is right with professional wrestling in a group that embodies everything that is right with professional wrestling whereas you are the complete opposite on both of those statements. You and your shitty little group of inbred fuckwits don’t scare me and you don’t piss me off, you just irritate me. Like a little fly buzzing around - sure you could put up with it, but at the end of the day it much easier to swat it and crush it’s whole fucking world. And Lively, you may be an APW Hall of Famer, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing when you step into the ring with me.
The second that bell rings, trust me bro, you’re going to wish you died in that motorcycle accident because I am coming for your head and I won’t stop until you’re unconscious. I don’t necessarily think you’re a bad guy, not at all - but fuck you for being in my way. How dare you think for even one second that you deserve to beat me because you don’t. You caught me at a bad time, Lively, because I give a shit. With my new stablemates backing me and the Test For The Best qualifying rounds in full swing I feel revitalized and re-energized. Motivated. I saw your little tirade on motivation a few back and I implore you not to discredit it and me. That’s at your own peril though, and at the end of the day it doesn’t particularly matter, I’m taking your fucking head off whether you like it or not.
I joined this company and assumed I should be a big deal. It was stupid to think it then, but now...? Well...I’m the biggest deal, Lively and believe it or not it’ll do the end of your career a world of good as it fizzles out. I’d liken it to the passing of the torch, but the only time you ever had a torch was when there was no competition here. Because let’s be honest, there’s more talent on Meltdown right now than there ever was in the whole of APW back then!
...And I think you know that. And deep down, no matter who you align yourself with, you’ll always be carrying that burden with you. The hard hitting realization that you will never, ever be as good as you once were. Knowing that you will never enjoy one single morsel of the success you had in the past...and that must kill you inside.
So let me put you out of your misery.
Faction warfare is overrated. The New Sindicate don’t do wars. Wars are long, drawn out, ugly conflicts - why would we want to be caught up in one of those? The first sign of conflict between two groups and the internet goes crazy over this shit. Then another few get involved, and this is the era of the factions in APW? Spare me, please. This is the era of the New Sindicate - nothing more. Not the League, not the Dying Breed, not Foul Play and certainly not the Synndicate. If you’re not in a stable, you won’t be left behind, but if you’re not with the New Sindicate then I’m sorry, but you certainly will. Just kidding, I’m not sorry. We’re an illustrious group, our past accolades show that, our current accomplishments show that and on the road to Test For The Best we will prove that not only are we the best stable in APW, but that the four of us are individually the best wrestlers in Action Packed Wrestling today.
Because let’s face it, that’s all that matters in the modern era of pro wrestling. How many guys waltz into a place letting everyone know how successful they were in the past? I made that mistake here, and it’s about time I left EVERYTHING in the past. All that matter are NOW...and the future. Christian Kane and the New Sindicate are the FUTURE. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, and if you don’t take my word for it now, then don’t worry, we’ll just show you. I’ll show you. Watch Asylum on Sunday night and then we’ll see who doesn’t fucking belong.
The past. The past. The past. I’ve forgotten mine, but Michael Lively, the obstacle standing in the way of my place at the TFTB PPV seemingly hasn’t. Now it’s all well and good to mention your history here and there, especially if it pertains to APW, which is does, but there comes a time where you need to realise that the fact you ‘helped build this place’ doesn’t fucking matter anymore, bro. You placed a cog in the machine known as APW, sure, and that’s just great but you need to understand that the cog will never stop turning and the machine will never stop running. No one’s going to grant you special privileges because of what you’ve done and for some reason I never understood that until now. If you’re hoping for me to lay down the red carpet for you and just lay down on Asylum you’re deluded, man, and since you’re with Foul Play I need to make an example out of you. All I hear, day and night, from other people and in my own fucking head is that I’m the weak link in the New Sindicate and honestly? I need to do all I can to disprove that. I don’t want to be that guy who is an easy match any more. I can’t. I won’t be.
I’ve let myself down week in and week out ever since I arrived in this company and that’s because I’ve still been clinging on to the past. Almost a decade of experience is a lot to hold on to and I need to let that go. I need to let that go because if I continue down that path I won’t just be letting myself down, I’ll be letting the New Sindicate down and that, simply put is not an option. Everyone loves to use this new cliché and talk about how failure is an option. How it’s the most readily available option, and what defines you is which path you choose, how to decide to deal with the overwhelming thought of failure staring you in the face. ...But it just isn’t an option. Not anymore. I would rather hang up my boots for the final time than make a mockery of myself. New Sindicate has certain standards - high standards and I vow to not only maintain those standards, but I will raise the bar. Perfection was the pinnacle, but not anymore...I’m better than perfect.
♠♠♠
It’s been a long time since Christian Kane has seen his brother. Almost two years in fact - two years since Kane’s brother, Jacoby Kane, was sent to prison. Christian sits in a small semi-furnished room, anxiously. Clearly this wasn’t a room of his, it was designed terribly, it seemed neutral. A few moments pass, after a brief period pacing around the room Christian retakes his seat, and seconds later the door creaks open. In walks Jacoby looking somewhat disinterested. Sporting a new beard and considerably shorter hair Christian’s younger brother seems to be a changed man, at least to Christian - but then again, a lot changes in 2 years. Flanked by a prison guard it’s revealed that the visit is a neutral ground visit, granted once every two or so months. The guard exits the room, signalling to the two of them that he’ll be just outside as the brothers greet with a half-hearted hug.
They both sit.
“Two years, Christian?”
A long time ago Jacoby would’ve probably danced around the question, but he’s been hardened by prison. Two years of his life wasted, how long will he have past that? There is no time to waste.
“I know, I’m sorry, really.”
“I don’t know if I can really believe you.”
Christian sighs. “I can understand that, I guess. I’ve been busy...but no excuses, I should’ve visited you sooner.”
“Right. Marissa is busy a lot these days, she seems to visit me just fine.”
By his tone of voice it’s easy to tell that not only is Jacoby angry that Christian hasn’t visited, but hurt even more so.
“She visits you?”
“Of course she does, when time permits.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
Jacoby scoffs. “Probably because you’re a fucking asshole.”
Christian laughs nervously, if this was any other person besides his sister he would have retorted - but he knows he is in no position to do so.
“You’re out soon, though, aren’t you?” He asks, common sense.
“Good behaviour, sure. Any day now.”
“What do you plan on doing when you get out?”
Jacoby leans back, folding his arms as he does so.
“What do you want me to say to that? I’ve done a few courses here I guess. My bandmates replaced me as soon as I got sentenced so that’s not really an option. I’ll find a job, stay on my feet somehow. Might hang out with Rissa.”
“That’d be cool, man. Maybe uh, we could all hang out sometime?”
The question trails, as if CK regretted it the moment the words left his lips.
“We’ll see. Why are you so interested in what I do, though? After two years? Why the sudden interest, huh?”
“Jacoby, come on. I’m your brother. I know I fucked it up with what happened, and I fucked it up since then by not visiting you, but surely you can see where I’m coming from on this?” He shakes his head, at himself, mainly. “I just wanna make it right. Let me help get you set up when you’re out. You can stay wherever and money, well, isn’t really an issue. I can get you whatever you need.”
The middle sibling of the Kane family leans forward, frowning slightly.
“Do you think you can make this right by throwing money at me?” He opens his mouth to continue, but stops himself, instead choosing to clench his first, lightly tapping his knee with it.
“Come on, bro, help me help you. I know what I did was shitty. And I accept that it’ll never be right, but at least let me try...?”
Silence engulfs the room for a moment as the two brothers look at each other, Christian with a look of desperation on his face, while Jacoby a look of frustration. It wasn’t fair for Christian to show up out of the blue and think things would go back to the way they were. That much is obvious, but, to be fair...he is trying. After a brief moment Jacoby nods, prompting his older brother to smile.
“Marissa told me you got married.”
Christian maintains his smile as he thinks about his wife. “Yeah, man. Her name’s Keira. She is just...amazing. Seriously.”
“Is she just another Dani or-”
“Nothing like it. Nothing at all like it. You know how big it is for me to marry, and...I know I made the right choice. Whenever you get out call me and you can meet her.” Christian stands. “I’m serious, bro. I wronged you. I’ll never forgive myself and I don’t expect forgiveness, but...you know...”
Jacoby sighs, rising from his seat also. “I know, I know.”
They hug each other, this time with a little more meaning before Christian heads towards the door. With a knock the guard opens it and Christian is about to leave when Jacoby speaks out from inside the room. “How’s the wrestling going?”
With a smirk, Christian responds instantly. “I’m working on it.”
♠♠♠
I hope you like battle royals, Lively.
Just so you know, I’m not losing this match. Bull-fucking-shit am I losing this match, because I’ve been losing for too long and I’m better than that.
Last week I picked up a win, moved onto the 2nd round and after Asylum I’m moving onto the PPV, where I belong. Everybody loves a dark horse and look no further, I am that dark horse.
I am everything that is right with professional wrestling in a group that embodies everything that is right with professional wrestling whereas you are the complete opposite on both of those statements. You and your shitty little group of inbred fuckwits don’t scare me and you don’t piss me off, you just irritate me. Like a little fly buzzing around - sure you could put up with it, but at the end of the day it much easier to swat it and crush it’s whole fucking world. And Lively, you may be an APW Hall of Famer, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing when you step into the ring with me.
The second that bell rings, trust me bro, you’re going to wish you died in that motorcycle accident because I am coming for your head and I won’t stop until you’re unconscious. I don’t necessarily think you’re a bad guy, not at all - but fuck you for being in my way. How dare you think for even one second that you deserve to beat me because you don’t. You caught me at a bad time, Lively, because I give a shit. With my new stablemates backing me and the Test For The Best qualifying rounds in full swing I feel revitalized and re-energized. Motivated. I saw your little tirade on motivation a few back and I implore you not to discredit it and me. That’s at your own peril though, and at the end of the day it doesn’t particularly matter, I’m taking your fucking head off whether you like it or not.
I joined this company and assumed I should be a big deal. It was stupid to think it then, but now...? Well...I’m the biggest deal, Lively and believe it or not it’ll do the end of your career a world of good as it fizzles out. I’d liken it to the passing of the torch, but the only time you ever had a torch was when there was no competition here. Because let’s be honest, there’s more talent on Meltdown right now than there ever was in the whole of APW back then!
...And I think you know that. And deep down, no matter who you align yourself with, you’ll always be carrying that burden with you. The hard hitting realization that you will never, ever be as good as you once were. Knowing that you will never enjoy one single morsel of the success you had in the past...and that must kill you inside.
So let me put you out of your misery.
