Post by Ghost Spike on Mar 10, 2014 23:47:48 GMT
The scene opens up inside the office of Doctor Riley Griffiths, psychiatrist to the violent, depressed, and bat shit crazy - apparently. Riley is sitting in his comfortable chair, sitting next to the typical bed you’d find in a psychiatrists office. There is a knock at the door before Spike Kane pokes his head into the room.
Riley: Mr Kane, thank you for being on time.
Spike: We made a deal. I see you, I get to keep my son. Simple as that.
Riley: Right well yes, but the deal was for you to be under medication of course.
Spike walks into the room proper and sits down on the edge of the pseudo bed. Without taking his eyes off of Riley he rolls the top of his t-shirt sleeve up, revealing several cuts and scratches. Riley’s eyes enlarged at the shock seeing the marks on Spike’s arms.
Spike: Don’t say anything. I deal with shit in my own way…..stick the needle in and let’s do this.
You can tell that Riley wants to say something to Spike about the self harm marks, but he chooses not to wage this battle with his patient and instead pulls the needle out of the case and begins to tap Spike’s arm finding the vein. Quicker than you’d expect Riley gets the needle in and Spike rolls his sleeve back down before laying down on the bed. His vision goes a little blurry as the medicine starts to kick in.
Riley: Ok Michael…..I want to try something different. I want to speak to Spike.
Spike jerks at Riley’s words, the sudden rush of adrenaline sends the drugs flooding through Spike’s system even quicker than normal. Spike lays there and blinks for a few seconds, before a grin spreads across his face.
Spike: What do you want to know?
Riley leans in and almost whispers to his patient.
Riley: Take me back to the moment of your birth, explain to me how you came to exist…..
Rileys words seem to get further and further away as Spike’s eyes close and before we know it, the image before us changes, as if we can see what is in Spike’s mind. The walls are bare concrete, with several pillars holding up the floor above, we’re clearly in some form of basement. The room is full of young children, all boys in fact, wearing only shorts and some having taped up hands. The children are dirty, they’re bloody, and they’re clearly upset. In the middle of the room stands a man shouting at one of the children, shouting with a rage one should never direct at a child.
{This….is the moment I was born.}
The man reaches back, and slaps the kid across the face, forcing him to hit the ground hard and smack his face off of the floor. The boy slumps limp on the concrete and doesn’t move for just a little bit longer than the amount of time needed for you to be worried. Blood trickles from the mouth and nose of the little boy as he pushes himself up on all fours, a snarl of hatred spreading across his face, which only seems to draw laughter from the man who hit him. The man barks some orders, and another one of the boys steps forward into the middle of the room, and raises his fists preparing for a fight.
{I wanted to kill him. Not hurt him, not make him bleed, I wanted to end him right there and then.}
The newer boy edges towards the bloodied one, with a look of apprehension about him. Clearly not wanting to suffer the same treatment he moves closer as the man shouts, but the bloodied boy rises to his feet with a pure guttural roar of rage, lunging at the poor unaware boy and tackling him to the ground. The wild boy rained down punch after punch into the face of the poor, now defenceless new boy. Blood begin to seep through his face, the nose, the mouth, the cheeks, the brow…..but the enraged child didn’t stop, he kept on fighting and fighting, until the man physically grabbed him and threw him across the floor. The boy lands in a heap, but rolls back on all fours and glares at the man, and the rest of the children. The poor kid who he attacked lays in a bloodied heap, but the man doesn’t look concerned, instead he looks at the wildling he created and smiled.
{That was the day I came into existence, the day that Michael couldn’t take it anymore, the day his psyche fractured, and I stepped in to protect him. To protect him from a man who would do this to children, who would lay his hands upon them, who would punish them for not fighting…..I had to protect him from his own father.}
“And this event is your first memory?”
Rileys voice cuts into the image, and just like that it all falls away and we are right back in the office of Riley Griffiths. Spike blinks his eyes a few times, and swivels around to face Riley.
Spike: I’m sorry it’s gone…..but it was just like being there. So…...so horrible.
Riley is frantically scribbling in his notebook, but he looks up to see Spike looking a little scared, and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Riley: Don’t worry, it’s natural to have feelings like this when we confront the things that have had such an effect on us. Thank you Michael, todays session has helped an awful lot, and I think we’ll make real progress in our next session.
Spike tries to smile at the doctor but it doesn’t work, instead he just climbs up to his feet, and waves goodbye as he heads towards the door. Opening it up, he sees Ana Valentine just about to knock on the door. He steps aside and lets her into the office, offering her a smile as he does so.
Spike: Oh hey, …..the tremor seems to have gone. Nice one.
He flashes her a smile and another wink before heading down the corridor leaving a slightly surprised Ana Valentine behind in the doorway of Riley Griffiths office.
Riley: Mr Kane, thank you for being on time.
Spike: We made a deal. I see you, I get to keep my son. Simple as that.
Riley: Right well yes, but the deal was for you to be under medication of course.
Spike walks into the room proper and sits down on the edge of the pseudo bed. Without taking his eyes off of Riley he rolls the top of his t-shirt sleeve up, revealing several cuts and scratches. Riley’s eyes enlarged at the shock seeing the marks on Spike’s arms.
Spike: Don’t say anything. I deal with shit in my own way…..stick the needle in and let’s do this.
You can tell that Riley wants to say something to Spike about the self harm marks, but he chooses not to wage this battle with his patient and instead pulls the needle out of the case and begins to tap Spike’s arm finding the vein. Quicker than you’d expect Riley gets the needle in and Spike rolls his sleeve back down before laying down on the bed. His vision goes a little blurry as the medicine starts to kick in.
Riley: Ok Michael…..I want to try something different. I want to speak to Spike.
Spike jerks at Riley’s words, the sudden rush of adrenaline sends the drugs flooding through Spike’s system even quicker than normal. Spike lays there and blinks for a few seconds, before a grin spreads across his face.
Spike: What do you want to know?
Riley leans in and almost whispers to his patient.
Riley: Take me back to the moment of your birth, explain to me how you came to exist…..
Rileys words seem to get further and further away as Spike’s eyes close and before we know it, the image before us changes, as if we can see what is in Spike’s mind. The walls are bare concrete, with several pillars holding up the floor above, we’re clearly in some form of basement. The room is full of young children, all boys in fact, wearing only shorts and some having taped up hands. The children are dirty, they’re bloody, and they’re clearly upset. In the middle of the room stands a man shouting at one of the children, shouting with a rage one should never direct at a child.
{This….is the moment I was born.}
The man reaches back, and slaps the kid across the face, forcing him to hit the ground hard and smack his face off of the floor. The boy slumps limp on the concrete and doesn’t move for just a little bit longer than the amount of time needed for you to be worried. Blood trickles from the mouth and nose of the little boy as he pushes himself up on all fours, a snarl of hatred spreading across his face, which only seems to draw laughter from the man who hit him. The man barks some orders, and another one of the boys steps forward into the middle of the room, and raises his fists preparing for a fight.
{I wanted to kill him. Not hurt him, not make him bleed, I wanted to end him right there and then.}
The newer boy edges towards the bloodied one, with a look of apprehension about him. Clearly not wanting to suffer the same treatment he moves closer as the man shouts, but the bloodied boy rises to his feet with a pure guttural roar of rage, lunging at the poor unaware boy and tackling him to the ground. The wild boy rained down punch after punch into the face of the poor, now defenceless new boy. Blood begin to seep through his face, the nose, the mouth, the cheeks, the brow…..but the enraged child didn’t stop, he kept on fighting and fighting, until the man physically grabbed him and threw him across the floor. The boy lands in a heap, but rolls back on all fours and glares at the man, and the rest of the children. The poor kid who he attacked lays in a bloodied heap, but the man doesn’t look concerned, instead he looks at the wildling he created and smiled.
{That was the day I came into existence, the day that Michael couldn’t take it anymore, the day his psyche fractured, and I stepped in to protect him. To protect him from a man who would do this to children, who would lay his hands upon them, who would punish them for not fighting…..I had to protect him from his own father.}
“And this event is your first memory?”
Rileys voice cuts into the image, and just like that it all falls away and we are right back in the office of Riley Griffiths. Spike blinks his eyes a few times, and swivels around to face Riley.
Spike: I’m sorry it’s gone…..but it was just like being there. So…...so horrible.
Riley is frantically scribbling in his notebook, but he looks up to see Spike looking a little scared, and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Riley: Don’t worry, it’s natural to have feelings like this when we confront the things that have had such an effect on us. Thank you Michael, todays session has helped an awful lot, and I think we’ll make real progress in our next session.
Spike tries to smile at the doctor but it doesn’t work, instead he just climbs up to his feet, and waves goodbye as he heads towards the door. Opening it up, he sees Ana Valentine just about to knock on the door. He steps aside and lets her into the office, offering her a smile as he does so.
Spike: Oh hey, …..the tremor seems to have gone. Nice one.
He flashes her a smile and another wink before heading down the corridor leaving a slightly surprised Ana Valentine behind in the doorway of Riley Griffiths office.
~~~
Every single member of the roster stands a chance of walking out of High Stakes as the number one contender for the Imperial Championship. Everyone that is, who isn’t in the match for the championship themselves. That means the likes of Angel could walk out with that accolade, or even someone as unlikely as Jimmy Zane could pull it off. Why, hell could freeze over and Todd Williams could pull it off.
Not f*cking likely.
No, the winner of this magnificent roulette match? They are going to have to go through the best this business has to offer. People who are greedy for success, and people who will do anything to catapult their careers into the limelight. Then of course, there are people like myself, who have already been to the mountain top. No wait…..there aren’t, because Joe Everyman isn’t here, and neither is Lex Sense. I am set apart from the entire roster, because I am the only one who knows what it feels like to hold that Imperial Championship around your waist. To lead the company into the era it finds itself in now…
Your welcome, by the way.
I am the reason that this company has prospered. I took a failing championship and rose it to heights that it will NEVER see again. Not a single person on this roster is capable of replicating what I did to the Imperial Championship, let alone the federation itself. Just take a look at the card next time you walk past it. Look at the countless new names you’ve never heard of. People walking into this company hoping to be the next Spike Kane. Hoping to make the impact that I made. Hoping to have even a slither of the career I have. Let’s face it though, none of them will, and none of you will.
I will win this match.
I will repeat history once again, like I did back in the Xtreme Hardcore Federation, when many people had written me off, I came through and won what they called the “rumble” I went on to Night of Champions and became the XHF Champion. Don’t you think I won’t be trying everything I possibly can to recreate that imagary? To go from being the guy people look down on after he lost the championship, to fulfilling his own fairy tale? Winning the roulette match, and capturing the Imperial Championship at the anniversary show? Tell me that doesn’t ring with poetry. Tell me that doesn’t sound like something that could draw this company more money than any other name lining up against whoever holds the belt?
Tell me it isn’t destiny.
For once I’m going into this on equal terms with every single one of you. We all want this, even my allies want this, and I’m not going to stand in their way, as much as they are not going to stand in mine. Alliances will be made, and some may even be broken, but the likes of Bob, and Angel? They understand that it isn’t personal, it’s just about who wants it more. When the dust settles, we’ll back each other up, but in that ring, it truly is every man for himself. I will fight harder than I have ever fought in my life, and I will scratch, and claw, all my way to the end of the roulette, where I will take on anyone who remains and earn my right to be back at the top of the mountain, one more time. This test, is something that I feel I need to put myself through. To prove that I deserve to be there, as much as my own ego tells me I do. I am the God of Xtreme, I am the King of IWF…...and I want my crown back.
Not a single one of you can stop me.
Claim to be a demon, claim to be a god, claim to be THE god, it makes no difference. I’ve taken on everything in my seventeen years in this squared circle, and at the end of the day I’ve always emerged victorious. This roulette, may be an equal footing for us all, but do you really think that certain people amongst you stand a chance? I have always fought against the odds that have been stacked against me, I’ve always fought against those who underestimated me, I made a career out of it. High Stakes will simply be the next chapter in the ever building, ever growing legacy of Spike Kane, and this time a record amount of you will kneel before your King, for the King needs his subjects, as much as the Kingdom needs it’s King. For the Kingdom.
AND ALL BLOODY HAIL!
[/color] Every single member of the roster stands a chance of walking out of High Stakes as the number one contender for the Imperial Championship. Everyone that is, who isn’t in the match for the championship themselves. That means the likes of Angel could walk out with that accolade, or even someone as unlikely as Jimmy Zane could pull it off. Why, hell could freeze over and Todd Williams could pull it off.
Not f*cking likely.
No, the winner of this magnificent roulette match? They are going to have to go through the best this business has to offer. People who are greedy for success, and people who will do anything to catapult their careers into the limelight. Then of course, there are people like myself, who have already been to the mountain top. No wait…..there aren’t, because Joe Everyman isn’t here, and neither is Lex Sense. I am set apart from the entire roster, because I am the only one who knows what it feels like to hold that Imperial Championship around your waist. To lead the company into the era it finds itself in now…
Your welcome, by the way.
I am the reason that this company has prospered. I took a failing championship and rose it to heights that it will NEVER see again. Not a single person on this roster is capable of replicating what I did to the Imperial Championship, let alone the federation itself. Just take a look at the card next time you walk past it. Look at the countless new names you’ve never heard of. People walking into this company hoping to be the next Spike Kane. Hoping to make the impact that I made. Hoping to have even a slither of the career I have. Let’s face it though, none of them will, and none of you will.
I will win this match.
I will repeat history once again, like I did back in the Xtreme Hardcore Federation, when many people had written me off, I came through and won what they called the “rumble” I went on to Night of Champions and became the XHF Champion. Don’t you think I won’t be trying everything I possibly can to recreate that imagary? To go from being the guy people look down on after he lost the championship, to fulfilling his own fairy tale? Winning the roulette match, and capturing the Imperial Championship at the anniversary show? Tell me that doesn’t ring with poetry. Tell me that doesn’t sound like something that could draw this company more money than any other name lining up against whoever holds the belt?
Tell me it isn’t destiny.
For once I’m going into this on equal terms with every single one of you. We all want this, even my allies want this, and I’m not going to stand in their way, as much as they are not going to stand in mine. Alliances will be made, and some may even be broken, but the likes of Bob, and Angel? They understand that it isn’t personal, it’s just about who wants it more. When the dust settles, we’ll back each other up, but in that ring, it truly is every man for himself. I will fight harder than I have ever fought in my life, and I will scratch, and claw, all my way to the end of the roulette, where I will take on anyone who remains and earn my right to be back at the top of the mountain, one more time. This test, is something that I feel I need to put myself through. To prove that I deserve to be there, as much as my own ego tells me I do. I am the God of Xtreme, I am the King of IWF…...and I want my crown back.
Not a single one of you can stop me.
Claim to be a demon, claim to be a god, claim to be THE god, it makes no difference. I’ve taken on everything in my seventeen years in this squared circle, and at the end of the day I’ve always emerged victorious. This roulette, may be an equal footing for us all, but do you really think that certain people amongst you stand a chance? I have always fought against the odds that have been stacked against me, I’ve always fought against those who underestimated me, I made a career out of it. High Stakes will simply be the next chapter in the ever building, ever growing legacy of Spike Kane, and this time a record amount of you will kneel before your King, for the King needs his subjects, as much as the Kingdom needs it’s King. For the Kingdom.
AND ALL BLOODY HAIL!
Well howdy there pardner.