The One of Light

[Ghost Spike]

“Your words, bury me, of what I used to be

I can't erase all those things I've seen

Your heart, smothers me, now it's hard to breathe

I can't erase all my memories”

One week. One week is all it will take before I can focus my full attention on the men who have worked so hard to get it. Cyrus Daniels and Stephen Kingsley, trust me when I tell you this boys.....you do not have a clue what is coming your way at Lineage. You can hide behind plexi-glass, you can drive it towards “your world” but you have no idea what you have awoken. The side of InFamous that has yet to see the light of day.....and it’s out now.....it’s go time motherf*kers.

You threatened our kids.

For that, you will suffer., but first we have to get through this week, and I have to say......I wish it was another time.

The amount of times I’ve come across the Internationals is pretty....heh....Criminal. Bushido, I’ve fought incarnations of yourself and your former partner in singles competition, in tag team competition and everything in between and the end result would always be the man standing here right now having his hand raised. You were a part of one of the biggest jokes in that other place, brought in to this business on a silver platter for some retarded tournament aimed at putting two of the most big headed assholes in the limelight and the seat of tag team champions.

Racial stereotypes all abound, just like Criminal Intent.

However, Bushido....since then you’ve evolved. You have grown and walked with your head held high in this business, and there is nothing I can do or say to diminish what you have done since you walked into IWF. I’m genuinely impressed with our Cruiserweight Champion. Turns out that being simply a “tag team wrestler” was holding you back. You were a true tour de force held back by a bumbling idiot of a partner. Well, that isn’t what you have this week, you’ve got one of the best wrestlers in this business standing on your side of the ring, and I’m sure you understand that. Despite your disagreements, despite the fact that you two don’t seem able to coexist.....you are two extremely talented individuals and I wish this match was taking place at another time Bushido, I really do.

You see, I’d like nothing more than to showcase InFamous and our ability to put on a clinic, showcase our abilities and give the world a match for the ages. That isn;t going to happen though, you can forget about this being a match with three cruiserweights and you all might want to impress Angel and get him to make you the star of the show. You can forget that I’m the biggest guy in the ring....that isn’t what is going to make me dangerous this week, it isn’t going to stop Rob from doing what he so desperately needs to do. We are two men who have been pushed Bushido, pushed to the edge of their emotional cliff, and we’re right on the edge of diving off head first, and with that comes some seriously graphic violence.

The Xtreme American Dream and the God of Xtreme reborn.

You see, whereas Rob is feeding into his anger and hatred for Criminal Intent seeing them in your place, I can’t help but see the similarities between you. You were brought in for the same tournament, you both became jokes of the federation, and you’ve both come to IWF in an attempt to make a real name for yourselves and shake off the past images forced upon you. Whereas you have succeeded Bushido, they are using my friend and I to push their agenda, and that simply won’t do. So please do not take this as a slight in any way, but I really couldn’t give two shits about what championship you hold right now, I couldn’t care less about who your tag team partner was. All I see is a face to beat the living crap out of, a body for me to direct my rage towards as I try not to snap my mind in two and end up being sent to prison myself and losing the valuable time I have with my son.

It’s nothing personal Bushido, but then between us, it never was.

I wish you nothing but the best in your specific division, but you need to realise despite everything surrounding this match this week, you are now in InFamous’ territory and we’ve left a trail of destruction and broken bodies in our wake. The only men to survive are the two who are afraid to face us face to face. Rob and I have taken this division in a steel grip and we have ruled it since the day we decided that we would continue the reign of InFamous here in IWF, and we have remained undefeated since then. Not a team can stand against us, not a pair of brothers, not two powerhouses, not two devious criminal wankers, not two people souped in honour and tired traditions.

We’re untouchable.

So stand there with your partner who has a grudge against you, and who you seemingly hold a grudge against and look across the ring at two men who have made their careers off of inflicting violence onto people, those same to people who are just looking for some bodies to take their frustrations out on prior to Lineage and realise Bushido.....it isn’t worth showing up on Monday because it won’t be a wrestling match. It’s going to be a fight, a pure rage filled fight.

And I won’t hold anything back

~~~

We open up on the house of Spike and Alysson, a place we haven’t visited for a little while down in Boston. The sun is shining bright as the mini heatwave continues.. The tourbus that Spike purchased for his family is parked on the street, and the screech of tires can be heard as Spike’s signature Chevvy comes streaming around the corner and screeching up the driveway before the engine is killed. The God of Xtreme steps out of his car with a look of rage upon his face. We see the front door open up quickly as someone is fumbling with the keys in the door, trying to open the door before Spike can get there. It’s Christian Gardner, the brother of Spike’s wife Alysson Gardner-Kane. She is right behind him, trying to pull Christian back, but Christian is seemingly trying to play peacekeeper here.

Christian: Spike, I know you’re pissed but I told her to come back after they aired that segment.

Spike doesn’t take his eyes off of Gardner as he walks towards him, his mouth turned up in a snarl of rage, it doesn’t open an inch.

Christian: Dude....we know what you can get like when you lose your temp-

F**KING SMACK!!!

Spike doesn’t say a word as he cocks his arm and smacks Christian right in his face sending the former nCw Honor Champion to the ground with what looks like a broken nose, it’s at least bloody anyway.

Spike: Who the f*ck do you think you are!?

Alysson rushes over trying to get in-between her husband and her brother, a stark contrast to when Spike and Alysson first met and she contracted him to take her brother out. The look of indignant rage on Spike’s face is a priceless picture.

Alysson: Michael! What the hell!?

Spike almost spits venom at Alysson as he speaks.

Spike: You and him keeping secrets from me, about my son! Who the hell do you think you are? Hiding the truth from me? He’s my son Aly, MINE!

She starts to stand up between Christian who is a little gobsmacked on the floor and the rage filled monster standing in front of her.

Alysson: I did it for your benefit. You have so much to deal with right now....

Spike doesn’t react well, with a snarl he grabs Alysson by the throat with one arm and leans in to her.

Spike: You took my son without my knowledge. How the f**k did you expect me to react?

Seeing his sister being grabbed by the big man sparks something in Christian who jumps to his feet and breaks Spike’s hold, shoving him away from his sister. Spike’s eyes are filled with a deadly hatred, almost a berserker like rage taking him over.

Christian: YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN I’LL KILL YOU!

Spike breaths heavily standing his ground as he sees Alysson spilling tears by the gallon, and Spike’s own lip starts to tremble ever so slightly. Christian looks like he’s planning to tear Spike’s head off in a quick turn of events.

Spike: Aly....I....I-I’m so sorry..

She manages to speak through her choked tears and sniffles, looking her husband right into the eyes just as Xander starts to cry loudly back in the house. Standing in the window looking at the events unfolding, she stands looking as tough as Spike himself, her eyes fixed, her chest pushed out.

Alysson: Y-you.....you need to leave. Now.

Spike stands there for a second as he fights back several different urges and emotions before he simply closes his eyes and nods his head, opening them back up to face his wife and brother-in-law before glancing behind them to his baby boy crying his eyes out, and it brings tears to Spike’s own eyes before he climbs into his car and speeds off, leaving the Gardner siblings in the drive of his home.

~~~

Brad.....it’s been a long time since we’ve been in the ring together, and whilst a part of me has wanted to lock up with you once again and finally come out on top....it was never like this, it was never under these circumstances and it was never with my mind filled with homicidal thoughts, not like it was before. Not like when you drove that spike through my hand to try and end my career.

The career that has always overshadowed yours.

Some people would put it down to sibling rivalry, but that doesn’t even come close to us does it Brad? There’s a semi famous song that always goes along with our matches. Chapter Four.....”I’ve come here to kill you, won’t leave until you’ve died. Murder brought on vengeance, I closed my brothers eyes.....tonight” it’s the way it’s always been with you and I Brad. One born of light, the other dark night. The thing is, we always assumed that it was you who was the one born of light, you were always the knight in shining armour. You were the man fighting for his family, to protect them from their older brother.....and cousin I guess, to protect the company, the business from the wrath of the god of xtreme.

To protect them from Dad.

I’m not the man I used to be Brad, and I’m very much aware of that. I’ve done some very horrible things, to you, to Freya......to the people who look up to me. I’ve been an evil bastard, and I’ve been working my god damn ass off to fix that. We have parrallels in our lives, we’re more alike than you care to admit, and I can’t blame you for wanting to distance yourself from me. The nasty bastard, the man who will do whatever it takes to succeed, even at the expense of his family, even pushing his own brother to the limit, to the extreme where his mind might snap and the only thing he can do is drive a train spike through his brothers hand in a last gasp attempt to stop the tyrannical reign.

It nearly worked.

Though I think the side product of your actions were my inner reflection, the mental changes....seeking the help I needed to try and help me get rid of the demons that our father left in my mind. That led to my eventual return, and taking up against Christian Gardner where you left off.....and finishing the job, truly winning Alysson’s heart in the process. Something you weren’t happy about, but I could never understand that. Why can’t your brother be happy? Why can’t I raise my son with the woman I love? Is it because I managed to be sensible enough to have two children rather than an entire brood? Come on Brad, we’re on the road so much of the time your kids suffer for that.....at least I can manage to bring Xander with me as both Aly and I wrestle for the same company. It’s a lot of un-needless stress for Nina.

Oh, and I would come to parties if you didn’t move so far away, I have a life of my own too.

As for Rob? Yes....he has been more of a brother to me than you have. He has been there for me when I needed him. He’s offered my advice, and put me in my place when I needed it. He’s a friend who has become family because there was no selfish needs between us, there’s no desire to prove that one of us is better than the other. We just accept that we’re both certified legends in this business and that we enjoy working together, and we get on with it. The big difference is that we enjoy it Brad, there’s no doom and gloom laying over us, there’s no “oh I wonder when they’ll turn on each other this time” floating after us. There is just InFamous. The god damn tag team champions.

But things change brother. Look at you. You’re losing your mind, and you are losing your family in the process. Nobody has done anything to you to make you act this way, no outside force has manipulated you, you haven’t been condition from your youth to react to any key words or phrases.....this is all on you little brother. I hope to God that you haven’t slipped and started drinking heavily, because that was a promise we made each other, and it’s something that I’ve held to. No drugs bar medicine at all. I’ve been clean for a very long time, and I owe that to you, but the thing is Brad....despite everything I’ve done to you, despite everything I did to Freya at my core, deep inside of me. I’ve always loved you, both of you.

You’re my brother.

I’d kill for you.

Win or lose, this match means nothing to me brother. I’m sorry that it isn’t the level it should be. I’m sorry that it isn’t the scale that it should be, that I can’t offer you the man you’ve had so many great matches with and against. I’m going out there at Sacrifice, sending a message and then spending the entire week preparing myself to tear the heads off of two colonial assholes who have pushed me. You remember what it’s like to push me don’t you? They threatened my family Brad, I’m sure you understand what I have to do. I’m sure you will find it in your heart to forgive whatever I may have to do in the ring on Monday Night, but always remember brother.

I love you.

“It's cold tonight as the clouds turn grey 

and from my hands to my brother's grave 

You took his side, you took his gift, 

feel the power of a fallen man, crestfallen man... “