Post by Ghost Spike on Jul 28, 2017 22:39:01 GMT
I’ve spent an entire lifetime getting to where I am….
{The camera flashes over a black and white image of Spike taping his hands up.}
I’ve toured the world, learned from the best people I could find. Europe, Mexico, Japan….and the United States. I live by the mantra that you need to evolve constantly, or be left behind….
{Now we see Spike slowly walking through the gym area of his school wearing only his shorts, bare foot, and his fists taped.}
My entire career people have underestimated me. Labelled me as “just a hardcore wrestler” and it’s been my absolute pleasure to prove them wrong, time, and time again.
{Slow motion shots of Spike sending stiff shots to the large bag, followed with a huge round house kick. All the while a snarl on his face.}
Through the years people have tried to take me down, take me out, but every single one of them has failed. I remain…..yet they’re nowhere to be found…
{Spike roars as he unleashes a flurry of punches on the bag, his punches soon turning into brutal forearms and stiff elbow shots.}
Now The Council think they can do what so many others have failed in the past. Like they can take everything I’ve earned away…..
{Spike grimaces as he sends a huge high kick to the bag, before another roundhouse kick that starts to split the seams.}
Someone should have told them, that if you want to put Spike Kane down? You better make sure you kill him….
{With a huge roar Spike leaps into the air with a slow motion leaping knee to the bag that finally rips it open, the contents pouring across the floor.}
…..because the last thing you want, is the God of Xtreme coming for you.
{There’s a close up of the third of Spike’s face now, showing his furrowed brow, his nose, and his huge snarl, as laughter can be heard in the background.}
We open back up now on the Xander Aiden Kane Memorial Wrestling School. Spike Kane is walking away from the punch bag he’d split open as the small IWF camera crew begin packing up their things. Sweat drips from his body as he walks towards Pandora Freeman, who is sat on the ring apron of one of the training rings - her one knee pulled up with her cheek resting on it.
Pandora: That was quite something.
A smirk spreads across Spike’s face as he reaches her, taking a deep breath and wiping some sweat off of his chest.
Pandora: Nuh-uh, don’t do that. I like my “Blood God” all hot and sweaty!
Now Spike cocks his head and raises an eyebrow as a smirk spreads across his face. Pandora grins that devious grin of hers that could mean oh, so many things.
Spike: You’re gonna get me in trouble Miss Freeman.
Without a word she leaps forwards off the apron and into Spike’s arms, wrapping hers around his neck, as the two embrace in a passionate kiss. Before Pandora pulls herself away and simply gazes into Spike’s eyes. The God of Xtreme seems almost lost as he gazes back.
Pandora: You’ve changed, y’know?
He nods, a simple, small, nod.
Spike: You make me a better person Pan. I know that, deep in my heart. Being around you makes me a better man, the man I want to be. I’m not being over dramatic….but you saved me. I was going down a deep, dark path….and you was what pulled me out Pan.
The usually energetic and emphatic songstress seems almost stunned for a moment as Spike places her down, her cheeks turn a slight pink. The two of them take each others hands and lean into each other, resting their foreheads on the others.
Spike: Despite everything that may have happened for you to come into my life, I’m eternally grateful that you did.
She places a hand on his cheek now, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. The two of them lock eyes.
Spike & Pandora: (At the same time) So there’s something I wanna….
The two chuckle a little.
Pandora: You go ahead..
Spike: No, you first…
The two look at each other again, each with a smirk on their faces.
Spike & Pandora: Fuck it!
At the exact same time, they both take to one knee opposite each other. As they do, they realise exactly what the other person is doing and they begin to laugh out loud. With huge smiles on their faces, they both pull a small black box from their back pockets, and swap them. The couple seem truly happy, in this moment, and with each other, as we fade.
{The camera flashes over a black and white image of Spike taping his hands up.}
I’ve toured the world, learned from the best people I could find. Europe, Mexico, Japan….and the United States. I live by the mantra that you need to evolve constantly, or be left behind….
{Now we see Spike slowly walking through the gym area of his school wearing only his shorts, bare foot, and his fists taped.}
My entire career people have underestimated me. Labelled me as “just a hardcore wrestler” and it’s been my absolute pleasure to prove them wrong, time, and time again.
{Slow motion shots of Spike sending stiff shots to the large bag, followed with a huge round house kick. All the while a snarl on his face.}
Through the years people have tried to take me down, take me out, but every single one of them has failed. I remain…..yet they’re nowhere to be found…
{Spike roars as he unleashes a flurry of punches on the bag, his punches soon turning into brutal forearms and stiff elbow shots.}
Now The Council think they can do what so many others have failed in the past. Like they can take everything I’ve earned away…..
{Spike grimaces as he sends a huge high kick to the bag, before another roundhouse kick that starts to split the seams.}
Someone should have told them, that if you want to put Spike Kane down? You better make sure you kill him….
{With a huge roar Spike leaps into the air with a slow motion leaping knee to the bag that finally rips it open, the contents pouring across the floor.}
…..because the last thing you want, is the God of Xtreme coming for you.
{There’s a close up of the third of Spike’s face now, showing his furrowed brow, his nose, and his huge snarl, as laughter can be heard in the background.}
~~~
How did it taste Cross?
Oh for me, it was fucking glorious. Finally being able to get my hands on you? It felt so amazing, like I’d just eaten the best steak in the world, and had the finest whiskey to wash it down with. Watching you struggle, watching you panic as you knew your little pissant bitch boys weren’t going to be able to save you…
It reminded me of another time…
Simpler times…
I never forgot. I know a lot of people would play it down, play the connection we have down as something insignificant, but I’m not most people. The night I crucified you, our careers, our lives, became intertwined. It’s just…..I’ve never seen someone wait so god damn long to get revenge. It doesn’t make much sense to me. I’ve been here….all this time.
I’ve been weaker, much weaker than I am right now.
I was inactive, I’d retired, as far as the world knew I had lung cancer….
Yet you were never there.
Only after I break my back wrestling every week for almost a year straight, carrying the company on my back, dragging the Man of Steel Championship to the main event do you show up….with claims that I never wrestle? Claims that I sit on my ass and take the easy way…..claims that I suck dick to get where I am?
I’d love to know what fucking fantasy land you live in boy.
I’ve always been here Xavier, I’ve said the same thing to your rabid dogs….you want me? I’ll be in the ring. I couldn’t give a flying fuck if you like me, or hate me….I’ve always been a fighter, I’ve never backed down from a fight, and I will always, always stand up for what I believe in - even if everyone thinks I’m wrong. You wanted revenge for all this time?
Why not be a man and ask for it?
Instead you bring a lunatic like Kole Kaos. Oh, I remember you….I think. You weren’t exactly someone worth remembering, y’know? I don’t tend to pay attention to the shit on my shoe...but hey, you’re an ex-nCw member so that means something….right? Maybe Vertigo Dirtmurder could walk into a job now, or maybe even the dreaded Dr Pepper….seriously, you spent this much time planning your revenge and this is the best you could get? Oh, I’ve seen your tweets big man, I’ve seen you jump little cruiserweights and expect us to take you seriously.
Oh, you took the dogs mask, right?
Who gives a fuck?
Then we have the Sandman. Apt name, seeing as how people fall asleep as soon as you start talking. I know, I’m so witty. Thing is, all the rejects from Pretentious Wankers Annynmous talk you up like you’re a big deal. You’re so violent! You’ll do anything! You’re insane! I’ve heard it all before Sandy….I’ve heard it spouted right in my face from people like “The Xtreme One” and “Jack Manson” and even “Vertigo Dirtmurder” himself….that the God of Xtreme was the old guard, that “ultra violence” was the next big thing.
Funny.
I put each and every single one of them out of a job.
You fancy being next?
You three, and your little viking teddy bear have gone out of your way to single Cable, Laszlo, and myself out….and I swear to you boys, it is the biggest god damned mistake of your lives. I don’t care about Laszlo, I couldn’t give a shit about Arcane….but you gave us a common enemy, you gave us a cause to unite against….and you don’t understand do you? You really don’t get it…
You done fucked up boys.
~~~
We open back up now on the Xander Aiden Kane Memorial Wrestling School. Spike Kane is walking away from the punch bag he’d split open as the small IWF camera crew begin packing up their things. Sweat drips from his body as he walks towards Pandora Freeman, who is sat on the ring apron of one of the training rings - her one knee pulled up with her cheek resting on it.
Pandora: That was quite something.
A smirk spreads across Spike’s face as he reaches her, taking a deep breath and wiping some sweat off of his chest.
Pandora: Nuh-uh, don’t do that. I like my “Blood God” all hot and sweaty!
Now Spike cocks his head and raises an eyebrow as a smirk spreads across his face. Pandora grins that devious grin of hers that could mean oh, so many things.
Spike: You’re gonna get me in trouble Miss Freeman.
Without a word she leaps forwards off the apron and into Spike’s arms, wrapping hers around his neck, as the two embrace in a passionate kiss. Before Pandora pulls herself away and simply gazes into Spike’s eyes. The God of Xtreme seems almost lost as he gazes back.
Pandora: You’ve changed, y’know?
He nods, a simple, small, nod.
Spike: You make me a better person Pan. I know that, deep in my heart. Being around you makes me a better man, the man I want to be. I’m not being over dramatic….but you saved me. I was going down a deep, dark path….and you was what pulled me out Pan.
The usually energetic and emphatic songstress seems almost stunned for a moment as Spike places her down, her cheeks turn a slight pink. The two of them take each others hands and lean into each other, resting their foreheads on the others.
Spike: Despite everything that may have happened for you to come into my life, I’m eternally grateful that you did.
She places a hand on his cheek now, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. The two of them lock eyes.
Spike & Pandora: (At the same time) So there’s something I wanna….
The two chuckle a little.
Pandora: You go ahead..
Spike: No, you first…
The two look at each other again, each with a smirk on their faces.
Spike & Pandora: Fuck it!
At the exact same time, they both take to one knee opposite each other. As they do, they realise exactly what the other person is doing and they begin to laugh out loud. With huge smiles on their faces, they both pull a small black box from their back pockets, and swap them. The couple seem truly happy, in this moment, and with each other, as we fade.
~~~
You pushed.
Now it’s time to push back.
You called us the “Mount Rushmore” of IWF. Some others might take insult to that, all I know is I’ve carried this company on my back since day one, and I’ll continue to do so long after you’re gone.
Cable is a ball of rage ready to take each and every single one of you on all by himself.
Laszlo has a bigger point to prove than anybody else, and he’s not gonna let this slight stand.
You came in barking like the big dogs, catching people off guard and claiming you’ll burn the company down. Now it’s time to put up or shut up. Just like you, I don’t give a fuck who you are, or where you come from. I don’t care what you’ve done elsewhere….all that matters is what goes down here, and what’s gone down so far is a bunch of pussies jumping people and high tailing it before they get their asses kicked.
Let’s see how you do when the numbers are in our favour.
Let’s see how you do when you can’t run away.
Let’s see how you do when the Mount Rushmore of IWF kicks your sorry asses all over the ring and shows the entire world WHY we’re in the main event month after month, year after year….and you, are just footnotes in this companies history. Many people would be scared, many people would try and find a way out.
I’m sick and tired of saying this.
I’m not like anybody else.
There is only one Spike Kane.
Nothing else is good enough.
All Bloody Hail.
Well howdy there pardner.