Post by Spike Kane on May 18, 2011 15:54:36 GMT -6
Spit it out.
[/b]Christian you claim to be a man of honor.
You claim to be a true champion.
A man of the people.
A warrior.
Some people would respect that.
But me?
I think your a liar.
I think your fake.
And I think it's time to reveal your façade to the world.
I will make Sunday Night not just a night to remember, but a night that you will never forget.[/color]
~~~
Since you never gave a damn in the first place,
Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty...
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We open up on a nice fly over shot of a small village somewhere in America, we zoom past the sign that says “Welcome to Hellview, Population :
Alysson: Wow....you never told me this place was so....cool!
Spike steps off of his bike, swinging his legs around. A group of kids opposite the street look up and see Spike's face before running off away to their homes. Spike sneers in their direction.
Spike: This place was my refuge, it was my place to escape all the crap that happened to me and my family...
Spike looks up around the modern buildings, almost suburban in their appearance. He turns to face the large building which looks almost like a school gymnasium. Above the large archway is a stone tablet that reads “Spike Kane School of Wrestling” Spike smirks as he looks up at the sign and heads towards the door placing his arm around Alysson as he does so.
Alysson: So why did you never tell me you ran a wrestling school?
Spike: I technically have two....the orphanage I was raised in is now a full fledged wrestling school. It's ran by my friends Conor and Dave, their in ring names were Xcon and Triple D. Dave and Milo Holland help fund it too, as it's as much a part of them as it is me. This one though? This is my pride and joy, this is where the talent comes....the people who show promise wind up here and if I'm not around they get taught by some of my most respected friends. I do try to swing by at least once every two weeks though....
The two head towards the huge double doors and open them wide. We can hear the tell tale noise of wrestling, the sliding of shoes on the mat, the sound of the ropes being snapped and the hard hitting noise of people being slammed.
Alysson: Did anyone make it to the big leagues from here?
Spike looks down at the floor, almost as if upset about something. He nods his head as the round the corner to the open gym section of the building, on the wall is a large framed picture of Spike Kane, underneath are replicas of his nCw Championships and his Hall of Fame plaque, around the sides and the rest of the room are replicas of his championships from other companies. To the right of Spike's portrait is another, the only one on the wall with a “Alumni” logo it says “nCw Superstar Atreyu” it has a replica of the Honor Championship underneath it. Spike points at it.
Alysson: Oh...I see. That's the guy who you were training when Brad forced you to retire, right?
Spike: Yeah....he was a good kid, but I think he hit the high too quickly. It went to his head, and he blamed me for his contract with nCw ending.
Spike takes a deep breath.
Spike: I haven't seen him since, I know he's working the Indy circuit....but that's about it.
Spike looks down at the floor and shrugs, deciding not to dwell on past failures. He turns to face the ring and sees a group of easily forgettable athletes when suddenly a voice rings out.
“Why if it isn't the mighty God of Xtreme, Spike Kane himself!”
The noise stops dead as Spike turns to face the people in and around the ring. The two trainees in the ring freeze as Jake “The Ace” Conway steps between them and steps onto the apron, he leans down and shakes hands with Spike. Spike smirks back at The Ace and makes a gesture to the two in the ring.
The Ace: Ah, these two seem to be our most promising youngsters. Aiden and Keith. Keith here has a background in amateur wrestling, whereas Aiden is green as grass, but he's got a pretty good athletic ability. We were just running a drill....
Spike: Show me what you got boys.
Alysson giggles at the prospect of some exciting violence. Spike folds his arms and spreads his legs ready to watch.
The Ace: OK, lock up, snapmare, dropkick, leap frog, crossbody!
The two in the ring, Aiden and Keith get in there start positions. Aiden has short crew cut ginger hair and is covered in freckles, Keith has short slicked back jet black hair and has a smug grin on his face. They charge on Ace's whistle and they lock up, Keith punches Aiden in the gut and nails a harsh snapmare, without giving Aiden a chance he snap dropkicks him at the bottom of his head and top of his neck. He slaps Aiden in the face and hits the ropes, Aiden rolls over and ducks under with Keith leap frogging over him but suddenly out of nowhere Spike leapfrogs the ropes and nails Keith with the stiffest lariat you could ever see Spike do. Keith crumbles on the floor clutching his head and throat. Aiden backs off, looking worried and confused. The Ace steps forwards as if to make sure Spike isn't going to do anything else.
The Ace: Mike....what the hell?
Spike glares down at Keith who is slowly crawling to the ropes away from Spike.
Spike: This is a training session, a sparing session. You do NOT hurt your partner in an attempt to make yourself look good. Half of the **** we do in this ring we could not do without our partners....if you ever do anything as selfish and hurtful as that in my presence again.....I will end your career before it even begins!
Spike is glaring at the kid with a fury in his eyes. The kid starts to his feet, hiding behind The Ace. For some reason the kid seems to stand taller, as if thinking that The Ace can protect him. He rubs his neck and opens his mouth.
Keith: Don't you think that's kind of hypocritical?
Spike's eyes widen.
Spike: I'm sorry, what?
Keith: I....I said...don't you think you're being a hypocrite?
The Ace turns to Keith and motions for him to calm down. He gives Spike a look that says “Give me a chance here” Spike begrudgingly does so.
The Ace: Listen here Keith, you've been here for two months. We've worked together quite a lot, I'd like to say we've kind of bonded in your experience of stepping towards becoming a professional wrestler. There's just one thing....you need to pay your dues. You need to respect the people that have paved the way for you...
Keith smirks at Ace, as if he is talking rubbish. He turns to Spike and snarls.
Keith: You? You paved the way for me?
He points at Spike, stepping to the side of The Ace. Ace shakes his head and simply steps backwards, leaning against the rope.
Keith: You haven't paved the way for anybody....you're a glorified spot monkey!
Spike laughs loudly at Keith, he points at him, then at himself mouthing “you think I'm a spot monkey” he laughs once more and then suddenly explodes with a huge spear taking Keith down to the ground hard. He drags him to his feet by his hair and hits a huge belly to belly suplex, before locking in his old patented anklelock. Keith screams in pain as Ace looks hurt by what has happened here. Keith taps like a little bitch and Ace comes over, tapping on Spike's shoulders to let him go. Keith is literally crying before Spike lets go, not before spitting down on him. Spike turns to his now shocked and surprised rookies.
Spike: Get him the hell out of my ring!
The Ace steps in front of Spike.
Ace: Mike....seriously....what the hell?
Spike: Don't preach to me Jake....he was going to hurt somebody.
Ace: He has a point....haven't you made a career out of hurting people?
Spike: Not in training. Not in sparring. I hurt people when it gets serious, when it gets personal. You of all people should know this.
Ace nods his head before he shakes Spike's hand once more. He drops to the floor and rolls out of the ring to where the trainees are trying to help Keith out of the gym.
The Ace: Get his stuff together.....he's done!
Spike drops out of the ring, trying to calm himself down. Alysson comes over, she hugs him and tries to calm him down by just being there. Spike smirks before he heads to a large door near the ring. He knocks twice and enters, Alysson follows and the door closes the camera focusing on the sign: Head Coach: Jimmy Zane.
~~~
A Night to Remember.....it isn't one of my favourite nCw events of the year, but it always lives up to it's name. It is always, without fail.....memorable.
The very first Night to Remember my brother and I were set to take the final step in our great run as a tag team. The longest we had ever got on with each other, without wanting to tear each other apart, or just screw with each others lives.
And I let him down.
That may as well have been the start of the spiral of my career. The months, hell even years that came after were never good enough. Being injured and taken out by someone who ironically is one of my friends....so that my Resistance would take on the Revolution without me.
No, A Night to Remember is not a fond show of mine.
But that is all about to change Gardner, and all because of you. All because your ego is too big for you to take a hint. For you to realise how much of a douche you actually are and just apologise to your sister. Apologise to me for taking that one defining moment away from me. No, instead you decided to play the joker, to wind the most dangerous man in nCw up. You played with fire Gardner, and I don't think I really need to tell you what happens to people who do that, do I?
This isn't about the Honor Championship really, is it? This may involve the honor championship but it doesn't mean anything right now. The only thing it really means, is that it gives me the chance to even the score.....and take something from you.
I'm a man known for getting what he wants Gardner. Just ask Leonard Fox, when I lost the world title I demanded a rematch, and in the end? Damn straight I got one. I lost the match, but that isn't really the point of this here is it? At A Night to Remember, it isn't about winning, it isn't about honor...it isn't even about pride. It's about proving a point. Your head is so far up your own ass Christian, that you don't see that your nice little “good guy” routine is actually making you into a bigger asshole than you could ever contemplate. The people that you hurt, because you thing your doing the right thing, making the right business decision or whatever excuse you tell yourself so that you can sleep at night.....it's fake. It's all a mental mirage for you, and you alone to pursue your dreams. To live the life that you want to live, at any body who is in your ways cost.
I've fought with my brother a lot over the past four years or so Christian. I know how family feuds can go....just look at nCw's first ever Cross Rods show. Where I defended the World Title against my own half brother Christian. Ironic, maybe? It doesn't phase me. You treated your sister like crap, and when she found the guts to stand up to you, you pretended that you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't have the guts to do it to her face. You see, this is where you, oh honourable one, and I differ. You claim to walk a good path, you lie to peoples faces, you make snidey comments behind their back, and plot....
I tell people to their faces.
Remember Collision? I showed you exactly how I feel about you when I hawked back and let fly the dirtiest, greenest, spit I ever could allow to leave my mouth. Because that is what you are to me Christian, and that is what you are to Alysson. Did you ever stop to think about her? About what you did to her?
Did you even stop to think about her dreams?
Her love?
Don't get me wrong Gardner....I'm not an idiot. I actually have genuine feelings for your sister. I'm not with her to get to you....I don't even think being with her is a blip on your radar. I genuinely care about her....but I know that she will never be mine. I'm not stupid....I'm just going to do with a good thing what you failed to do.
Enjoy it.
We're going to finally collide in the ring on Sunday Chris. One on one, none of this attacking from behind, none of this trying to make fun of each other in some childish manner. We're going to lock up....and you will see for yourself Christian, truly. Why people fear me a hell of a lot more than they do Brad. Why I am called the God of Xtreme. Why I was trusted with bringing a new championship into this company.
And why I will stop you from having the longest reign with said championship.
When it is all gone, Christian.
When all is said and done, Chris.
When you're on your knees.....you will bow before me, the newly crowned King of Honor.
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
~~~
A Night to Remember.....it isn't one of my favourite nCw events of the year, but it always lives up to it's name. It is always, without fail.....memorable.
The very first Night to Remember my brother and I were set to take the final step in our great run as a tag team. The longest we had ever got on with each other, without wanting to tear each other apart, or just screw with each others lives.
And I let him down.
That may as well have been the start of the spiral of my career. The months, hell even years that came after were never good enough. Being injured and taken out by someone who ironically is one of my friends....so that my Resistance would take on the Revolution without me.
No, A Night to Remember is not a fond show of mine.
But that is all about to change Gardner, and all because of you. All because your ego is too big for you to take a hint. For you to realise how much of a douche you actually are and just apologise to your sister. Apologise to me for taking that one defining moment away from me. No, instead you decided to play the joker, to wind the most dangerous man in nCw up. You played with fire Gardner, and I don't think I really need to tell you what happens to people who do that, do I?
This isn't about the Honor Championship really, is it? This may involve the honor championship but it doesn't mean anything right now. The only thing it really means, is that it gives me the chance to even the score.....and take something from you.
I'm a man known for getting what he wants Gardner. Just ask Leonard Fox, when I lost the world title I demanded a rematch, and in the end? Damn straight I got one. I lost the match, but that isn't really the point of this here is it? At A Night to Remember, it isn't about winning, it isn't about honor...it isn't even about pride. It's about proving a point. Your head is so far up your own ass Christian, that you don't see that your nice little “good guy” routine is actually making you into a bigger asshole than you could ever contemplate. The people that you hurt, because you thing your doing the right thing, making the right business decision or whatever excuse you tell yourself so that you can sleep at night.....it's fake. It's all a mental mirage for you, and you alone to pursue your dreams. To live the life that you want to live, at any body who is in your ways cost.
I've fought with my brother a lot over the past four years or so Christian. I know how family feuds can go....just look at nCw's first ever Cross Rods show. Where I defended the World Title against my own half brother Christian. Ironic, maybe? It doesn't phase me. You treated your sister like crap, and when she found the guts to stand up to you, you pretended that you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't have the guts to do it to her face. You see, this is where you, oh honourable one, and I differ. You claim to walk a good path, you lie to peoples faces, you make snidey comments behind their back, and plot....
I tell people to their faces.
Remember Collision? I showed you exactly how I feel about you when I hawked back and let fly the dirtiest, greenest, spit I ever could allow to leave my mouth. Because that is what you are to me Christian, and that is what you are to Alysson. Did you ever stop to think about her? About what you did to her?
Did you even stop to think about her dreams?
Her love?
Don't get me wrong Gardner....I'm not an idiot. I actually have genuine feelings for your sister. I'm not with her to get to you....I don't even think being with her is a blip on your radar. I genuinely care about her....but I know that she will never be mine. I'm not stupid....I'm just going to do with a good thing what you failed to do.
Enjoy it.
We're going to finally collide in the ring on Sunday Chris. One on one, none of this attacking from behind, none of this trying to make fun of each other in some childish manner. We're going to lock up....and you will see for yourself Christian, truly. Why people fear me a hell of a lot more than they do Brad. Why I am called the God of Xtreme. Why I was trusted with bringing a new championship into this company.
And why I will stop you from having the longest reign with said championship.
When it is all gone, Christian.
When all is said and done, Chris.
When you're on your knees.....you will bow before me, the newly crowned King of Honor.
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
~~~