Post by Ghost Spike on Apr 20, 2018 2:52:25 GMT
A Long Time Ago….
There are countless stories throughout time of the so-called War in Heaven. Stories that depict the fall of Lucifer, how he was cast out of heaven and sent to hell. How we raised his own army, and sought to take on God himself. Those stories have moulded this world for centuries, thousands of years, but they never really get to the nitty gritty. To what really happened. My name, is Michael. I was once considered an Archangel, to most human beings we are looked upon as the holiest, as the ones to be revered, as those who God himself had chosen….the truth of the matter, is that we were, are, and always have been, soldiers. A very long time ago my brother fell in love with our fathers new creation. “Man” he called it, and Lucifer saw them for all that they could be, he loved them as much as our father must have done. There were some amongst our ranks who even had the gall to feel jealous, because our father loved them more than he loved us, because of course, what gift did he give them, that he did not give to us?
Free will.
Well, dear Lucifer saw to that didn’t he? After the battle, after brother waged war on brother? Nothing was the same, the landscape of our entire existence had changed. Our father had seen how far we could fall, but he’d also seen how corruptible his most precious creation was. He left us, abandoned his throne if you will, left heaven and for all intents and purposes left any plane of existence we might be able to scour, be it heaven, hell, or earth itself. Others looked to me to lead, after all….I had slain “Satan” the name bestowed upon my fallen brother, something that still weighed on my shoulders. I took the mantle, I reigned in heaven, but I saw the disgrace that human beings had become. So much murder, so many wars, so many disgusting things done to each other, and all in the name of religion…..it sickened me, and unlike my brother Lucifer? I saw the worst in mankind. This prompted me, that perhaps my view as askew? From up here on the throne it was hard to judge, but maybe, just maybe, I would walk amongst them and see things from their point of view. The only problem was, finding someone who fit my criteria, finding a vessel that was willing…..I could have chosen any god fearing man or woman on the planet, I could have found any Christian willing, given my personal stature in the Jewish religion I could have gone to the willing there also, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I was tired of religion, tired of the hypocrisy of it all, the state that it had become…..I wanted someone more specific…
12 Years Ago.
We’re inside a hospital, in a corridor where we can see a much younger Spike Kane rubbing at his eyes, trying to wipe tears away. For those who might remember, this is just after his son Zell died, for those who don’t know Zell Kane had the same heart condition as Spike. His mother Tanya Bird hid him from Spike until he was six years old, wherein Spike immediately took custody. Spike took him on tour with him, introduced him to all of his wrestling friends. Zell was well liked, and loved by the likes of Milo Holland, and MGK. It was MGK who was there with Spike right at this moment in time, he probably looks familiar to some viewers, as he’s the twin brother of JFK.
MGK: Mike….I’m so sorry…
He reaches out to touch Spike on the shoulder, but Spike is almost shaking with rage. He’s almost shaking as he looks up at MGK, he shakes his head before slamming his fist into the wall.
MGK: Dude…
Spike just shouts out as he slams his fist into the wall again, his knuckles redden on impact and he shakes his head once more before he storms off down the corridor. He isn’t paying too much attention as he wanders through the halls, but before he knows it he finds himself at the church Chapel. He idly wonders in, and looks around….it’s empty. Spike approaches the small little altar at the front, there’s a few candles that have been lit by people previously. Spike drops to his knees and bursts into tears, tears of grief, sadness, and pure rage.
Spike: You son of a bitch!
His fists ball as he looks up at the small cross in the room, he pushes his fists into the sides of his head, rocking ever so slightly on his knees.
Spike: How could you do that!? What kind of sick bastard are you!? HUH!
Slowly he brings his fists down, rising to his feet, he moves forwards and grabs one of the large unlit candles in it’s ornate candlestick. He grabs it and throws it across the room.
Spike: GOD KNOWS HOW MANY MURDERS AND RAPISTS, THIEVES AND CONS, AND YOU TAKE HIM!? LOOK AT THE STATE OF THIS WORLD! EITHER YOU DON’T EXIST, OR YOU’RE A MASSIVE CUNT!
Just then the room seemed to darken, almost like there was some kind of presence, Spike stopped in his tracks. He wasn’t a practising catholic, but it was how he was raised. His parents went to church every week, he and his brother were altar servers, but once he got shipped off to England, once his mother killed herself….he stopped, but in this very moment? Spike questioned everything he ever knew, as a voice spoke in his head.
“There is much anger in you…”
His eyes widened.
“Much rage….you feel slighted by this world. Cheated by God himself….”
His fists balled once again.
“I empathize with you….Michael….”
Now he just looks weirded out.
“I can help you. I can guide you. Channel your energies.”
Somehow, Spike felt brave enough to respond.
Spike: Why in the fuck would you do that!?
“I need to walk this world….Michael….I need to see what has become of my fathers creation. I need to see with my own eyes, on the ground level. I just need your permission.”
Spike: This is some fucked up shit. Nah man, I’m out.
As he turns to leave the lights in the room almost flicker, and a silhouette of wings, angelic wings, spreads across the doorway. Spike halts in his steps.
“I mean you no harm Michael. I merely aim to be a passenger on your path. I will help you with your pain, and witness the greatness and the failures of the human race through your eyes.”
Spike: ….why? Why me? I’m not religious…
“Yet in your deepest grief, you came here?”
Spike: ….fine…
“Is that an agreement? Do I have your permission?”
Spike: ……...yes.
Spike suddenly arches backwards as a light illuminates all around him. The light comes from his mouth, and his eyes, his arms are outstretched and the silhouette of the wings now spreads from behind him. After a moment, it passes, and Spike takes a deep breath. He looks around, wondering what just happened, but after a moment he just shakes his head and leaves the room.
There are countless stories throughout time of the so-called War in Heaven. Stories that depict the fall of Lucifer, how he was cast out of heaven and sent to hell. How we raised his own army, and sought to take on God himself. Those stories have moulded this world for centuries, thousands of years, but they never really get to the nitty gritty. To what really happened. My name, is Michael. I was once considered an Archangel, to most human beings we are looked upon as the holiest, as the ones to be revered, as those who God himself had chosen….the truth of the matter, is that we were, are, and always have been, soldiers. A very long time ago my brother fell in love with our fathers new creation. “Man” he called it, and Lucifer saw them for all that they could be, he loved them as much as our father must have done. There were some amongst our ranks who even had the gall to feel jealous, because our father loved them more than he loved us, because of course, what gift did he give them, that he did not give to us?
Free will.
Well, dear Lucifer saw to that didn’t he? After the battle, after brother waged war on brother? Nothing was the same, the landscape of our entire existence had changed. Our father had seen how far we could fall, but he’d also seen how corruptible his most precious creation was. He left us, abandoned his throne if you will, left heaven and for all intents and purposes left any plane of existence we might be able to scour, be it heaven, hell, or earth itself. Others looked to me to lead, after all….I had slain “Satan” the name bestowed upon my fallen brother, something that still weighed on my shoulders. I took the mantle, I reigned in heaven, but I saw the disgrace that human beings had become. So much murder, so many wars, so many disgusting things done to each other, and all in the name of religion…..it sickened me, and unlike my brother Lucifer? I saw the worst in mankind. This prompted me, that perhaps my view as askew? From up here on the throne it was hard to judge, but maybe, just maybe, I would walk amongst them and see things from their point of view. The only problem was, finding someone who fit my criteria, finding a vessel that was willing…..I could have chosen any god fearing man or woman on the planet, I could have found any Christian willing, given my personal stature in the Jewish religion I could have gone to the willing there also, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I was tired of religion, tired of the hypocrisy of it all, the state that it had become…..I wanted someone more specific…
12 Years Ago.
We’re inside a hospital, in a corridor where we can see a much younger Spike Kane rubbing at his eyes, trying to wipe tears away. For those who might remember, this is just after his son Zell died, for those who don’t know Zell Kane had the same heart condition as Spike. His mother Tanya Bird hid him from Spike until he was six years old, wherein Spike immediately took custody. Spike took him on tour with him, introduced him to all of his wrestling friends. Zell was well liked, and loved by the likes of Milo Holland, and MGK. It was MGK who was there with Spike right at this moment in time, he probably looks familiar to some viewers, as he’s the twin brother of JFK.
MGK: Mike….I’m so sorry…
He reaches out to touch Spike on the shoulder, but Spike is almost shaking with rage. He’s almost shaking as he looks up at MGK, he shakes his head before slamming his fist into the wall.
MGK: Dude…
Spike just shouts out as he slams his fist into the wall again, his knuckles redden on impact and he shakes his head once more before he storms off down the corridor. He isn’t paying too much attention as he wanders through the halls, but before he knows it he finds himself at the church Chapel. He idly wonders in, and looks around….it’s empty. Spike approaches the small little altar at the front, there’s a few candles that have been lit by people previously. Spike drops to his knees and bursts into tears, tears of grief, sadness, and pure rage.
Spike: You son of a bitch!
His fists ball as he looks up at the small cross in the room, he pushes his fists into the sides of his head, rocking ever so slightly on his knees.
Spike: How could you do that!? What kind of sick bastard are you!? HUH!
Slowly he brings his fists down, rising to his feet, he moves forwards and grabs one of the large unlit candles in it’s ornate candlestick. He grabs it and throws it across the room.
Spike: GOD KNOWS HOW MANY MURDERS AND RAPISTS, THIEVES AND CONS, AND YOU TAKE HIM!? LOOK AT THE STATE OF THIS WORLD! EITHER YOU DON’T EXIST, OR YOU’RE A MASSIVE CUNT!
Just then the room seemed to darken, almost like there was some kind of presence, Spike stopped in his tracks. He wasn’t a practising catholic, but it was how he was raised. His parents went to church every week, he and his brother were altar servers, but once he got shipped off to England, once his mother killed herself….he stopped, but in this very moment? Spike questioned everything he ever knew, as a voice spoke in his head.
“There is much anger in you…”
His eyes widened.
“Much rage….you feel slighted by this world. Cheated by God himself….”
His fists balled once again.
“I empathize with you….Michael….”
Now he just looks weirded out.
“I can help you. I can guide you. Channel your energies.”
Somehow, Spike felt brave enough to respond.
Spike: Why in the fuck would you do that!?
“I need to walk this world….Michael….I need to see what has become of my fathers creation. I need to see with my own eyes, on the ground level. I just need your permission.”
Spike: This is some fucked up shit. Nah man, I’m out.
As he turns to leave the lights in the room almost flicker, and a silhouette of wings, angelic wings, spreads across the doorway. Spike halts in his steps.
“I mean you no harm Michael. I merely aim to be a passenger on your path. I will help you with your pain, and witness the greatness and the failures of the human race through your eyes.”
Spike: ….why? Why me? I’m not religious…
“Yet in your deepest grief, you came here?”
Spike: ….fine…
“Is that an agreement? Do I have your permission?”
Spike: ……...yes.
Spike suddenly arches backwards as a light illuminates all around him. The light comes from his mouth, and his eyes, his arms are outstretched and the silhouette of the wings now spreads from behind him. After a moment, it passes, and Spike takes a deep breath. He looks around, wondering what just happened, but after a moment he just shakes his head and leaves the room.
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Shut up. That’s all I wanted to say, you know that? I honestly felt like coming on here and just saying “James Gilmore shut the fuck up” and then ending my promo, just like that, because to me? That’s all it is about. You’ve gone and tried to make this into some weird ass saga where your dreams are being questioned, or your morals, or some other complete and utter bullshit that makes no sense. Simply put Johnny Fuckboy? I don’t give a flying fuck about you.
You’re the absolute scum of this business.
You have zero wrestling talent, you were “trained” by a guy who had no prior training himself. You walk around with your chest out, ignoring the things people say to you, ignoring the beatings people give to you, and still try to play yourself as a fucking hero. You know what you really are Gilmore? You’re a fucking joke. You’re an absolute slap in the face to this industry. You see, me? I got into this business with barely any training at all. All I knew how to do? Was fight. This? This is different, there are people like Andrew Jacobsen and Nighthawk who could disarm you in, heh….a thousand ways, there a people like God himself who can break you and leave you laying there wondering why you questioned his will…..I trained James, do you hear me? I went out of my way to train, I learned from the best I could find, Japan, Mexico, the United States, and of course, back home. Everywhere my work took me? I trained. Hell, I still do it today, you don’t think I learn from the people I share the ring with?
You’re too big headed for that.
Because James knows best, right?
You can sit there and say everything you want to me James. You can call me every name under the sun, it’s like water off a ducks back. Hell, you can come at me, throw everything you have at me….it’s fine, you know what? I deserve it. I’ve done enough in this game to know that I don’t have the liberty to get offended when people come after me, but when you mention Pandora?
Motherfucker I’ll end your career.
I’ve done shit throughout my twenty plus years James, I’ve turned on my best friends, I’ve crucified a man, I’ve put people throught flaming tables. Hell, I’ve ended careers, I’ve put people who went cut out for this business out to pasture…..inside the squared circle? I’m a fucking force to be reckoned with. I’m a GOD! I will do anything, and everything to succeed….which, I don’t know about you, but for me? Seems to be doing pretty good for me. I mean, you want to talk about me not being relevant, but in the past two years alone I made the Man of Steel Championship worth something, I had a rivalry of the year with Andrew Jacobsen - which, I might add started out over the Man of Steel, but ended over the Imperial Championship, and I’ve won the Roulette.
What the fuck have you done?
EVER!?
Oh that’s right….you killed a dude.
It doesn’t matter what I did in this ring, it doesn’t matter that I lied about the whole cancer thing. It doesn’t matter how many friends I’ve stabbed in the back, or how many times I’ve done horrible things to get to the top, you know one things I’ve never done buddy boy? I’ve never fucking killed a man! Oh, but you’re innocent, it was self defence, it was blah blah blah, you know what that is my good redneck brother?
FAKE NEWS.
You’re a straight up psychopath dude. You walk around like your shit don’t stink, and have the gall to call others on their aspects of their personality? You don’t think I know I have an ego? You don’t think I know I think I’m better than everyone else? Come on man, I’m Spike Kane, I have more trophies in my cabinet than you’ve got black friends……..
Wait, that’s not a good analogy.
I’ve got more trophies than you’ve had wrestling classes?
No we’re still at zero, shit.
I’m not getting it right today am I? Though I think I’m still driving my point home. You’re a poison Gilmore, a real cancer in this business and you’re doing everything you can to try and infect everyone. Worm your way through things, into things, including matches...you don’t deserve to be in. You know for a god damned fact you’d never get a world title match on your wrestling ability, so what do you do? You try and antagonise God, so you can get one. How’d that work out for you? Now you’re going to be in the ring with me, because despite the fact that God made you look like the impotent fuck that you are, you’re still out there spouting your rhetoric as if you’d won the match.
I’m going to put an end to that, as much as I’m going to put an end to you James Gilmore.
Whatever you think this is about? You’re wrong. It has fuck all to do with pride, it was fuck all to do with that night in the cage, there’s no unfinished business between you and I. You’re not worth the hassle Gilmore, this match? I simply had nothing to do at Dark Reign, and hell, I felt like giving you one hell of a beating. Figured it’d keep me in shape going forwards towards Night of the Immortals, where I’ll be in a world title match….you? You probably won’t make the card….again.
You’re a piece of shit Gilmore, in and out of the ring.
Say what you want about me, I’ll take it on the chin, and respond in the ring. You still, even to this day, try to play off the rhetoric that you’re a good guy, but you’re not James. You never accept responsibility for your actions, you never accept the blame, that’s the main difference between you and me James. That is why the people around me, they LOVE me, they’re not there out of some fucked up sense of duty, like Fifi Mcflaps. No, Astrid? Pandora? Dawn? They accept who I am as a person, but nobody wants to accept you, nobody wants to know you, nobody wants to give you the time of day….it’s why nobody showed up to your stupid BBQ. You’re a hot mess of every generic cliche you can think of, and the worst of it all, is you actually think you’re better than people. You actually think you’re better than half the roster, what? Because you show up to get your ass kicked every time your booked? So fucking what? I’ve had more matches than anyone in the company, doesn’t make me better than them.
The fact that I’m Spike Kane does that.
So bring whatever fury you have James. Try and paint yourself as the good guy, steal someone elses gimmick, someone elses schtick, but you ever quote anything about the fucking “troubles” to me again? I’ll put you in hospital whether we have a match or not. Dark Reign might be coming this week James, but I assure you, that Reign has already begun, and as a just God, as a fair God, I’m going to give my people a gift, one they’ve been longing for, for a long fucking time.
Shut you up.
Well howdy there pardner.