Post by Ghost Spike on Oct 24, 2013 15:01:16 GMT
“Blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne
Born again, but it's too late to atone
No mercy from the edge of the blade
Dare escape and learn the price to be paid
Let the water flow with shades of red now
Arrows black out all the light
Death is riding into town with armor,
They've come to grant you your rights”
I could sit here and tell you all how heartbroken I am after Revolution, after my brother spat in my face and forced me to put him down like the rabid dog he had become. I could tell you about how conflicted I was moments before I went out there for my match. I could list the things that were in my mind trying to stop me from doing what needed to be done, as well as I could list those that were forcing me to man up. Forcing me to go out there and lead my Empire by example, show them that I’m willing to put my best friend in the ground if they have to, and if they want to be a part of the Empire, they have to do the same.
I know each and every one of them will,
Do I regret what happened at October Revolution? …..yes. I never wanted for things between Rob and myself to go that way, I never wanted things to be that bad, but they were. He felt betrayed, I felt betrayed, buttons were pushed and things needed to be done. I had to make an example out of a man I once called brother, I had to draw his blood, I had to destroy him in front of the entire world…
AND I ENJOYED IT!
But of course, it wouldn’t be another day in the life of Spike Kane, IWF’s Emperor, wrestlings true King….if the worms weren’t coming out of the woodwork. The leeches coming to steal some spotlight. I am of course talking about my real brother, Bradley Allen Kane. A man who has never had my back, not once in his life….the very man who wouldn’t be here had my heart not supported him in our mothers womb. You can talk the talk Brad, but only once have you ever walked the walk and ALMOST put me down. You drove a train spike through my hand….poetic.
But it wasn’t enough.
I know what really got you pissed Brad. That I can do whatever the hell I want, and I’m still ten times more successful than you will ever be. You will always be in my shadow, and it kills you. You’ve been in my shadow ever since I defeated you for the XHF World Title, and since then you’ve been clambering to climb back up….but you don’t come close Brad. You think you’re this amazing superstar, but you’re not. You go hard for a few weeks….then you throw in the towel. That’s what you do Brad, it’s all you do. You might have been the type of wrestler who could pull out a match of the year candidate, put on a clinic….but nowadays? Nowadays, you’re clinging on to your past Brad. Everything that everyone says about me, about me being past it? About me being a glory hound - oh wait, no….you’d have to have glory to be a hound, so I guess that one is me, right? No matter what you say Brad, no matter what Rob says, no matter what any of the sheep you play to so eagerly say…my records say it all, IWF’s award records say it all….
I’m the best damn thing IWF has going for it.
~~~
-+-FLASH-+-
It’s the night of October Revolution, the crowd can be heard mumbled just a little bit away from where we are. It’s a dark room, a very dark room. A singular light shows Spike Kane sitting on a stool. He’s dressed in his ring gear, ready to go, boots and kickpads on, hands and forearms wrapped. He sits with an elbow on each knee, and his forehead in his hands, pushing the front of his hair back ever so slightly.
“I can’t do it….”
Seemingly talking to the darkness, Spike is clearly hesitating about going through with his match tonight with Rob Diamond, now an extreme rules match thanks to Rob himself. Nothing happens, there is no reply, nothing.
“I don’t want to hurt him, not Rob. He’s my best friend….he’s family.”
Spike takes a deep breath in and let’s loose a long sigh as he seemingly gets an answer from the darkness that he doesn’t like, or doesn’t agree with.
“I know what I need to do, it doesn’t mean that I like it. Yes….I know, it will put us at the very top of the company with not a soul to challenge us…...like before.”
This time he looks up from his hands, and out of the darkness steps what could easily pass as Spike himself, or even his brother Brad. What looks like a younger Spike Kane, with long hair, dressed in the same ring gear, but with no beard. The main difference is that his eyes glow red.
‘Your father thought so narrow mindedly. We could do more than capture titles. We could rule this federation, we could dominate this business.’
“We could.”
Spike rises to his feet, standing opposite his doppleganger as he cracks his neck and completes his final preparations for his match.
‘We will…..’
And with that the other figure steps forwards, seemingly stepping into Spike, and the two images become one, a grinning, smirking face of Spike Kane, looking right at the camera, the face of the devil himself glaring at each and every one of you.
“Let’s go send that message”
~~~
So we have the guy who single handedly screwed nCw, because his penis told him to do so, standing across from me and calling me on my actions. The thing is Xavier, I never said I was anything but what I am. I remind the world on a regular basis that I’m a nasty bastard, that I’ve done things that will make your toes curl. Don’t believe me?
Ask the Ace about Spike TV’s debut.
You see Cross, I don’t care what you say to me, or what you try to be….you’ll always be a snake. If anybody should know, it’d be me. I’ve been all around the world Cross, been wrestling for seventeen years this month. America. China. Japan. Mexico. England…..everywhere you can think of, I’ve been there and I’ve torn the house down. Don’t believe me, have a long hard look at my records Xavier. Match of the week, match of the month, match of the year - I’ve got ‘em dude, and you need to know that just because you’re playing the role of the white knight, it doesn’t mean you’re going to win.
In the real world, the good guys don’t always win.
In fact, you’ll find the old adage “nice guys finish last” works quite well in this business. Think about your time in nCw….Adam Knite was a nobody until he stopped being such a pandering to the fans type…..Xander Famularo never gave two shades what people thought of his actions, and for that sake neither did his father. Think about the Hierarchy, and how the tried to squash the company - ultimately killing it in the end. nCw was ruled by people doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to. Think about the Empire’s first incarnation - forget the bastardised version that followed…..Davey had a plan, to destroy Lance Ryan. He didn’t think broadly enough, his vision wasn’t big enough - so I did what needed to be done, I took over….and what happened Xavier? Tell me what happened.
I became a legend.
Say it out loud, you know you want to. It feels good rolling off the tongue. So tell me Xavier, now that you’ve been accepted by the sheep, and your past sins have been forgotten…..how long does it take? How long does it take for you to turn on your friends? You like to view what I’ve been doing as a chess game….what in the world could I possibly have in store for you? Maybe this whole thing with Rob is a facade? You know I’ve already invited Alex to join me and my Empire….another old friend of mine who has sided up with me in the past, and is no stranger to stabbing people in the back.
You’re all alone Xavier.
But don’t worry, ‘bro’, we’ll use you’re beaten and bloodied corpse to send a message to the rest of the roster.
~~~
Spike: Man, I hope it was worth coming back home instead of staying in the RV.
Pulling a sleeping Xander out of his chair, River turns to Spike and smiles handing him their baby boy.
River: Oh it’ll be worth it when we get inside, my Emperor.
The two grin as they turn towards the building, River taking out the keys and opening the door, switching the lights on as she does so.
River: Though I doubt the neighbours will appreciate a harley riding down the road so early in the morning.
Spike: That’s not the only loud thing I’ll be riding before I sleep!
River mocks Spike for a second with a pretend shocked face as he heads towards the bedrooms, clearly going to put Xander to sleep.
Spike: I’ll be back in a minute.
She smiles at him as she heads to the counter, pulling two glasses off the shelf and a bottle of champagne that they had been saving for the first night they spent at home with Xander. How they got him back is a mystery, as the viewers were never told, except that Spike knew a good lawyer, and that he had enlisted Kyle Braddock’s help. After all, you wouldn’t want to watch a long tedious drawn out legal battle, no. Anyway, River notices that there is a message on the answering machine and presses the button listening to it.
“Hello, this is a message for Mr Michael Kane per your forwarding details left with your employers. This is Doctor Riley Griffiths, it’s been several months since you have been back to get a repeat prescription on the medication I subscribed for you, I’m a little concerned Michael, the amount I gave you last time was only for a few weeks, it was just before you and your partner won the tag team titles, and you haven’t been to see me in some time. Please can you call me on- MESSAGE DELETED”
River has a slightly solemn look on her face, quickly moving as Spike comes back into the room completely oblivious. With a beaming smile on his face he walks towards her and the drinks.
Spike: What was that?
River: Oh nothing, just another commercial call.
Spike: Wish those buggers would leave us alone.
River smiles back at him, knowing that Spike bought the lie, she hands him a glass and they clink them, Spike taking it back and downing it in one, she holds hers and just echoes Spike’s trademark smirk as we fade.
~~~
It seems almost like this was destiny, I offer you a chance on my side - and now you’ve been booked to face me and two members that you could call brother. Like you once called me, Alex. We’ve been through thick and thin, we’ve been crushed under the foot of washed up old men who couldn’t handle the fact that we were taking their spots, but we still did so, and we did so with style, force, and skill. We showed the entire world…
I’ll never forget when you came down to the ring.
You had won the X*Crown title earlier that night, and instead of staying backstage and celebrating with your family and the cliques you belonged to that I just didn’t fit in….you came down to the ring, and embraced me like a brother. We were both champions, we were both proving the world wrong. We excelled at showing the old guard, that we were better than them…..but somehow, some way, we seem to be becoming the old guard now, and whilst people think we should take a backseat, step back, and let the kids do their thing….I refuse. I’m still showing every single person in this business up, and proving that I’m the best in the world, time after time, after time.
Last time we met, was in the Dragon’s Den.
You tried your hardest to stop me the last time I built up momentum being the monster that you’ve all painted me as, but last time I wasn’t in the right place. My mind was a mess, this time...I know exactly what I’m doing, and I want you at my side. You’re one of my oldest friends Alex, one of the few people who I can trust to deliver in that ring when called upon, one of the few who would follow my commands, and if they disagreed with them or had other ideas, would tell me in private…..not undermine me.
The choice is yours though, brother.
Like I said to Rob last week, with the example that was set. I care about people, I love a lof of people in my life, but I’m tired of this pasifistic lifestyle you’ve all taken up, I’m tired of pandering to what you think the fans want to see, I’m tired of being told what I can and can’t do. Yeah, I’m an nCw Hall of Famer, but that apparently doesn’t mean anything here. I’m a former nCw World Champion so I can’t enter the Heir to the Throne, or be in one of the initial number one contender matches…..yet my title history doesn’t matter.
Fuck that.
I’m the God of Xtreme. The King of all wrestling. The Emperor of IWF. I have one of - if not the- most decorated careers in all of professional wrestling, and I’m still going strong, still stealing the show when I go out there, still stealing the limelight when I hold that microphone in my hand. Being Imperial Champion means you are the best, and look at me AJ….the best Imperial Champion IWF has had so far, a championship that has never been defended, I’ve now defended twice.
One step towards being immortalised.
But back to my words to Robert, my dear friend…..the offer has been laid out. You’re either with me….
Or you’re the enemy.
~~~
It’s the next morning, same house, same setting, but now it’s sunny. Ok, when I say morning I mean like 11:59am. Spike Kane is in the kitchen making breakfast, as Xander plays in the living room watching cartoons. River walks into the room, wearing her bathrobe and rubbing sleep from her eyes.
River: You’ve learned a few things since last time…..you been using Google?
Spike: Ha! No, not at all. I just….explored a little.
River: Nobody has ever made me feel like that, or….you know….from the inside.
Raising an eyebrow Spike nods to Xander, as if to tell River to keep the conversation clean. Instead she walks over to Spike and plants a kiss on his face as he slides pancakes onto the breakfast bar, just then the door bell rings.
River: What is this, a 90’s sitcom?
Laughing Spike opens the door to reveal (this is the time people would applaud) Lavernius Cole! A man most people might remember from his days working with Diamond Dave Holland as his personal bodyguard, a linebacker, an office linebacker, a big walking tank, also he’s black.
Cole: ‘morning boss!
The two shakes hands as the giant walks into the room, nodding in greeting to River who looks confused as hell, Spike comes back after closing the door with a smile on his face.
River: What’s going on?
Spike: Well, Dave and I go waaaaay back, so I talked him into letting Lavernius-
Cole: It’s jus’ Cole boss. Or Cole Train. Or The Pain Train.
Spike: Ugh….Cole, working for me for a while. I know it sounds stupid, and I know Rob won’t follow through with his threats, but just to be on the safe side I want extra security for you and Xander….in the shape of Cole.
River: That’s one hell of a shape.
The two laugh as Cole moves into the room, looking around, checking entrances and such before he spots Xander watching cartoons and his eyes almost bulge out of his head.
Cole: Ooh! Cartoons, can I? Can I?
Spike nods his head a little shocked and in disbelief of Cole switching to a childish mood quite eaisly, Cole runs over and sits down next to Xander who just laughs at the giant sitting next to him crossed legged.
Spike: I know it’s a little overkill, but...Rob did make me think about the threats you guys might face, so...I wanted to be safe.
River: I love you.
The two kiss and hug as the scene fades once again.
~~~
Does it hurt? Rob? When you think about how that night ended…..how I left you. Does it hurt? It must hurt for you to be so passionate, for once. For you to finally have been pushed to breaking point that you’re threatening to invade my home. Sweet. All it took was kicking your ass, damn, it’s never been this easy before. Though, you’re mindset changing like that really was easy wasn’t it? I mean….kinda like a pancake, flip floppy.
One minute you’re refusing to lay a hand on me, because you want to heal the rift between us, hold hands, braid each others hair and talk about boys. The next thing, you’re threatening to put my son in danger. Damn Robert, maybe you’re the one who needs to be on the medication? I gotta say though, I smiled as I sat backstage watching Revolution unfold, watching The Empire capture yet another championship, and you pulled a Mike Laszlo on me and tried to get the last word. It made me chuckle, because I knew no matter what you said, you would be the one laid out at the end of the night, beat, broken, and with a deep harsh truth leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
You ended, what you called a family. I merely put an exclamation point on it.
You can threaten me all you like Robert, I know you, and I know you better than you think I do. You’ve bought into your “Superman” goodie two shoes image. You’ve become just like The Ace, just like Charlie Velez, just like Mike Laszlo - you believe your own hype. You had your chance to fight me kid, we went head to head for the biggest gold there is in the world, and you refused. I pushed, and pushed, and when you snapped? I broke you even more. Don’t thank me, it’s what I do. I love to find those buttons and push them, seemingly what you’re trying to do, however you lack something pretty definitive Robert. Conviction. If I threaten to come to your house and kick your baby in the face, punch you’re Make-A-Whore mom in the clunge, and show that little kid you’re taking advantage of old footage of who you really are…
I mean it.
You’ve beaten me before Rob, that’s all cool and dandy, but now? Now you’re at your most dangerous, and all I can do is smile, because I made you this way. Even when you’re not in my Empire, I still hold those puppet strings, and I can still make you dance. Go run around, create you’re little group of freedom fighters to try and push us out….it won’t be enough Rob. You know exactly what I’m capable of, and you also know that I haven’t reached that point yet. I’m only getting started…...and the worst is far yet to come. So try and you may to end me, try and kill me if that’s really where you are. Randomly shout during your promos to try and show EMPHASIS! I’ll just keep delivering the bombshells that keep you in my shadow. Remember this for all time Rob…
I’m the King.
You’re the jester.
Well howdy there pardner.