Post by Atreyu on Jan 27, 2010 5:57:58 GMT -6
It’s the cheek of it all that gets to me.
The audacity of this jerk that pisses me off…
I hate you Cobain, I really, really hate you.
The audacity of this jerk that pisses me off…
I hate you Cobain, I really, really hate you.
Open up, it’s a day after the dramatic events unfolded outside the Kane household. We open on the Honor Champion Atreyu sitting in the backyard of the house just looking off into the distance pensively. He’s dressed casually with some jeans and a plain black zipped hooded jacket on. He’s sitting on the porch with his arms resting on his knees as he stares away.
Freya: Good thing Brad called Joe…
Atreyu snaps out of his trance as the younger Kane sibling walks out onto the back porch.
Atreyu: …I guess.
Freya: Mike would have killed him.
Atreyu: …I don’t doubt it.
Freya fumbles a little, obviously nervous about the situation.
Freya: You where ready to do the same…
Atreyu: I….I….guess I was.
Freya: Why?
Atreyu freezes at the question, we can see Freya is expecting a certain response but he just lowers his head and doesn’t answer. Freya takes the plunge and steps forwards before sitting down next to Atreyu.
Freya: Do you think of me different now you know about my condition?
Atreyu: No! Not at all, I’m not that kind of person. You seemed fine to me, what…what is it anyway?
Freya: I spent most of my childhood life in an Insane Asylum. They say that when my mother killed herself in my nursery that it scarred me and really screwed my head up, so I had to go into care. Brad got sent over here to our aunt and uncles, and Mike got sent to an Orphanage in England. It was only in the XHF when we found our way back to each other. Mike got me out, he spent a lot of time and money into bringing us back together as a family. They let me out into his custody providing I took my medication.
Atreyu: So, like…when people say that the Kane Family is nuts, they’re being literal?
Freya: It’s a curse.
Atreyu raises his eyebrows, the truth of the situation hitting him a little harder than you would expect.
Atreyu: So I’m being trained by a lunatic?
Freya: That’s one way of looking at it.
Atreyu: What’s the other?
Freya: You’re being trained by a proven legend, by one of the best this business has ever seen. One of the best nCw has ever seen…
Atreyu: Who thrives on violence and bloodshed.
Freya: Not anymore.
Atreyu climbs to his feet, clearly getting agitated with this conversation.
Atreyu: People don’t change Freya. Deep down you know that Mike wants to get back in the ring, you know he wants to tear through the roster just like the good old days and leave a pile of carnage and blood in his wake…
Spike: What’s it to you?
Atreyu freezes once again as he hears Spike’s voice. Spike is standing in the doorway, his face void of emotion as he looks out at his sister and his protégé.
Atreyu: I didn’t mean anything by it.
Spike: Yes you did, and you’re right. The itch will never go away, why do you think I’ve taken such an interest in you and you’re career? I live on through you, I tear through the roster through you. And to be perfectly honest Wade, if you want to beat Cobain this week you will need to be able to leave a pile of carnage and blood in YOU’RE wake.
Atreyu shakes his head, waving his hands to enforce the “No”
Atreyu: I won’t do it. I’m a better wrestler than Cobain, a better athlete than Cobain, I don’t need to delve into that to beat him.
Spike: You need to make him bleed…
Atreyu: Or I could get him counted out, or he could get himself disqualified!
Spike: You can’t rely on him to make mistakes. Don’t let him fool you Wade, this match is just as big for him as it is for you!
Atreyu: What do you want from me Mike!?
Spike: To give in, to let me train you properly.
Atreyu: You’re the one who started all this, that gave me the idea, that brought the Honor title into existence!
Spike: And now I need to show my true nature to ensure that it stays with its rightful owner and doesn’t become some cheap prop for the world’s biggest ego.
Atreyu: I can’t Mike…
Freya climbs to her feet now. She walks towards Atreyu and takes his hands, her eyes are wide and all but begging him to trust her. Atreyu looks back with a look of longing, and something clicks in the mind of Spike Kane. He sees them looking at each other, but shakes the thought away.
Freya: Wade, please…
Atreyu looks up to Spike. Spike is looking back, his eyes fierce and cold, determination running through him like blood. Atreyu lowers his head and sighs.
Atreyu: OK….I’ll do it.
A sinister smile creeps across the face of Spike as Freya hugs Atreyu. Atreyu looks past them both staring at the setting son once again, it is clear now what thought has been troubling our hero so much.
What have I done?
Cobain, the cheek of you is just beyond my comprehension. To think that you can show up and use my own creed, my own morals against me? It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, and it makes me really want to hurt you.
But I can’t lose sight of it all, I can’t lose focus on what this match really is about. The Honor Championship. Whether or not you think you’re the champion, whether or not you believe you’re the champion when the dust is settled at Metamorphosis only the rightful champion with have claim to the title, whether it’s you or me it will be settled once and for all, but this time Cobain…if I defeat you and you try to run off with my championship?
I will hunt you down.
You are out of you’re element Chris. You thrive on the chaos of the hardcore world, you need the cheap tactics of the extreme era to win. Go train with some douche nobody has heard about. I mean come on, nCw is the biggest federation in the world, who in the blue hell is Harley Race!? You’re being trained by somebody who never even made it in nCw? Whereas me? I have to do something I’m not happy with, I have to delve into the era of extreme.
I have to become like one of you.
But the thing is, I have a certified legend, an nCw Hall of Famer, a recognised pro, the GOD of XTREME training me, training me for one purpose. To make you bleed. To hurt you, to destroy you, once and for all. You’re lost Cobain, there’s no way you can come back from where you’ve been and actually think you can outwrestle me, puh-lease! You have to be kidding, I’m not really one for tooting my own horn but…
Toot! Toot!
I’m a far superior athlete than you Chris, I’m a far superior wrestler than you, and the main thing I have over you? I’m not freaking delusional like you! You stand there and recite my very own creed to me as if you’re some kind of hero? As if you are doing the world any favours or justice. You quite simply Cobain, are scum. Pure and simple. You feed off of others, you leech off of others success, without people to surround yourself with to make you feel better about yourself, to project the image that you are a somebody. Well, quite frankly…you’re lower down the ladder than the likes of Hexx and Mr Happy.
You don’t deserve this match at Metamorphosis Chris, you don’t deserve to be in the same ring as me. Ever since you came here you’ve just demanded respect, demanded the awe of the people in the crowd, whereas I have earned it. Earned the respect of everyone I’ve stepped into the ring with, bar you of course, earned the right to bask in the ambience of the crowd in awe of my abilities. You and I Chris, when juxtaposed.. we’re nothing alike at all. If anything we’re polar opposites. You may present a challenge Chris, but so far everyone I’ve fought has in one way or another. You see, I know I’m not the best, I know I’m not the greatest superstar in the business. I might have a claim to one of the fastest rising yes, within what two months I held the Honor Championship? But I don’t care about that, I just care about being the best I possibly can.
Each match I have brings me one step closer to that goal. Each match you have brings you one step further away from the honourable cause. It’s almost as if the more you wrestle the less human you become, until all that’s left is something sub-human, that is what you are to me Chris, sub-human. You’re a plague, a disease that is rife in this business and I’ve made it my personal crusade to stamp it out. To rid nCw of people like you..
Once and for all.
Train hard Cobain, train as hard as you can, because whatever you bring to the ring on Sunday I’m going to bring that much more, I’m going to come that much harder, and I’m not going to stop until the Honor Championship is returned to it’s rightful owner and you finally see the error of your ways.
Bring it Cobain, just know it won’t be enough.
[/center]But I can’t lose sight of it all, I can’t lose focus on what this match really is about. The Honor Championship. Whether or not you think you’re the champion, whether or not you believe you’re the champion when the dust is settled at Metamorphosis only the rightful champion with have claim to the title, whether it’s you or me it will be settled once and for all, but this time Cobain…if I defeat you and you try to run off with my championship?
I will hunt you down.
You are out of you’re element Chris. You thrive on the chaos of the hardcore world, you need the cheap tactics of the extreme era to win. Go train with some douche nobody has heard about. I mean come on, nCw is the biggest federation in the world, who in the blue hell is Harley Race!? You’re being trained by somebody who never even made it in nCw? Whereas me? I have to do something I’m not happy with, I have to delve into the era of extreme.
I have to become like one of you.
But the thing is, I have a certified legend, an nCw Hall of Famer, a recognised pro, the GOD of XTREME training me, training me for one purpose. To make you bleed. To hurt you, to destroy you, once and for all. You’re lost Cobain, there’s no way you can come back from where you’ve been and actually think you can outwrestle me, puh-lease! You have to be kidding, I’m not really one for tooting my own horn but…
Toot! Toot!
I’m a far superior athlete than you Chris, I’m a far superior wrestler than you, and the main thing I have over you? I’m not freaking delusional like you! You stand there and recite my very own creed to me as if you’re some kind of hero? As if you are doing the world any favours or justice. You quite simply Cobain, are scum. Pure and simple. You feed off of others, you leech off of others success, without people to surround yourself with to make you feel better about yourself, to project the image that you are a somebody. Well, quite frankly…you’re lower down the ladder than the likes of Hexx and Mr Happy.
You don’t deserve this match at Metamorphosis Chris, you don’t deserve to be in the same ring as me. Ever since you came here you’ve just demanded respect, demanded the awe of the people in the crowd, whereas I have earned it. Earned the respect of everyone I’ve stepped into the ring with, bar you of course, earned the right to bask in the ambience of the crowd in awe of my abilities. You and I Chris, when juxtaposed.. we’re nothing alike at all. If anything we’re polar opposites. You may present a challenge Chris, but so far everyone I’ve fought has in one way or another. You see, I know I’m not the best, I know I’m not the greatest superstar in the business. I might have a claim to one of the fastest rising yes, within what two months I held the Honor Championship? But I don’t care about that, I just care about being the best I possibly can.
Each match I have brings me one step closer to that goal. Each match you have brings you one step further away from the honourable cause. It’s almost as if the more you wrestle the less human you become, until all that’s left is something sub-human, that is what you are to me Chris, sub-human. You’re a plague, a disease that is rife in this business and I’ve made it my personal crusade to stamp it out. To rid nCw of people like you..
Once and for all.
Train hard Cobain, train as hard as you can, because whatever you bring to the ring on Sunday I’m going to bring that much more, I’m going to come that much harder, and I’m not going to stop until the Honor Championship is returned to it’s rightful owner and you finally see the error of your ways.
Bring it Cobain, just know it won’t be enough.
Spike: You don’t need a weapon to make someone bleed.
We open now on the training room of the Kane house. Atreyu is on one knee hunched over with blood trickling from his nose. Spike is above him clearly the one who drew said blood. Both men are breathing heavily and are dressed in their training gear. From the sweat stains under their armpits we can tell they’ve been at it for a while. Training equipment is all around as the two men try to catch their breath.
Spike: So just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to.
Atreyu: Right, got it. So…you going to tell me?
Spike sweeps the leg but Atreyu rolls over and to his feet, sending a roundhouse kick at Spike which is blocked.
Spike: Tell you what?
Spike swings a haymaker at Atreyu, but he side steps it and sweeps his own leg at Spike. Spike jumps over it, but is dropped with the second leg following through.
Atreyu: How you found out about Joe.
Atreyu rolls into an arm bar on Spike, but Spike rolls to his knees and uses his strength to lift Atreyu into a makeshift power bomb position.
Spike: River was looking after the kids, and saw the medicine cabinet open. She went to put it all away so the kids couldn’t get to it, and noticed they were different.
Spike slams Atreyu who let’s out a deep breath. The two separate and roll to their feet. The doorbell rings upstairs and Spike smirks.
Spike: Loser gets the door.
Atreyu sighs.
Atreyu: Fine, fine, I’ll get it.
Atreyu jogs out of the training room and up the stairs for the first time in a long time the house is empty. Atreyu emerges from the stairwell and out into the foyer. He takes a deep breath and walks to the front door opening it, as soon as he opens it he sends a right fist flying into the face of the person there without a moment’s hesitation. Atreyu charges forwards his eyes full of anger as he attacks Joe Ragnal. Joe steps back wiping blood from his mouth.
Joe: Oh, so you’re going to fight me!
Atreyu: How could you do that to her!?
Joe: How couldn’t I! She’s a Looney, a freak, just like the rest of them!
SMACK! Atreyu hits Joe again.
Atreyu: How dare you insult her honor.
Atreyu grabs Joe and brings him face to face.
Atreyu: You’ve lost all the privileges you ever had here Joe. Come here again and I won’t be held responsible for my actions!
He pushes Joe back, who looks like he’s about to retort before he spots Spike Kane standing in the doorway, Joe sneers at them before he storms off. Atreyu doesn’t move, other than the fact he’s physically shaking from anger.
Spike: You care about her don’t you?
Atreyu’s lip trembles a little. He turns around to face Spike, but to the left of him is Freya Kane-Ragnal herself, her eyes are tearing up at the sight of Atreyu defending her.
Atreyu: Yes.
Spike closes his eyes, it’s not clear whether he’s cool with the idea or not, but he waves Atreyu into the house anyway. Spike heads back down to the training room leaving Atreyu and Freya alone. Spike shouts up the stairs as he goes down.
Spike: Back down in five minutes Wade, we’ve got four hours of training left for the day…
Atreyu lowers his head as he turns to Freya, tears are streaming down her face as she moves to him and just as they share a hug the door closes and the scene fades.
I’m ready for you Cobain.
I’m ready to end this.
All I can ask is this…
Are you ready?
I’m ready to end this.
All I can ask is this…
Are you ready?