Post by Spike Kane on May 21, 2011 5:55:01 GMT -6
~~**-**~~So Kiss Me, I'm sh*tfaced~~**-**~~
I guess it makes me a hypocrite, but I hope you realise when I say these things to you it means so much more, because if this is how you make me think and feel.....it has to stand for something.
You have the cheek to lay your hands on a woman.....and I've done it several times in the past.
Yet you.....you didn't do it to defend someone, you didn't do it to teach someone a lesson, you didn't even do it to get in to somebodies head.
You did it to your own sister.
What kind of man are you?
~~~
I guess it makes me a hypocrite, but I hope you realise when I say these things to you it means so much more, because if this is how you make me think and feel.....it has to stand for something.
You have the cheek to lay your hands on a woman.....and I've done it several times in the past.
Yet you.....you didn't do it to defend someone, you didn't do it to teach someone a lesson, you didn't even do it to get in to somebodies head.
You did it to your own sister.
What kind of man are you?
~~~
Oh, and Venom. Go f*ck yourself you stuck up prick, I've done more in nCw than you have done in your entire career,
~~~
We open up once again on the night skyline of Hellview. There are a few pubs and clubs open around the night every once in a while as the camera pans across the skyline we hear a faint bass beat. Over the houses, some lights are on, others not. Flashes can be seen from TV's assuming they are being watched or even having computer games being played on them. On top of one building in particular, the bright green shirt of a man almost glows amongst the night. The man is almost swaying to himself a bottle of beer in one hand and waving the other along as he disturbs the night with his drunken singing, we cut in mid song.
“did they beat the drums slowly, did the play the fife lowly.....did they sound the death march as they lowered you down!? Did the band play the lost post and chorus? Did they pipes play the flowers of the forest?”
He stumbles around a little. The person we're quite sure is Spike Kane. We haven't seen Spike drink for a very long time, we haven't even seen Spike drink for a very long time. This obviously has some kind of significance.
“Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain. The killing and dying was all done in vain, for young Willie McBride it all happened again! And again, and again, and again, and again!”
Anger seems to almost take over the God of Xtreme as he sings along to the Green Fields of France/No Man's Land. Something in him has obviously triggered his love for his home land.
“SPIKE! WHAT THE HELL!?”
Spike stops singing and turns dazingly to face the voice. It's the man currently in charge of his Wrestling School, Jimmy Zane. Jimmy, dressed quite casually for once looks quite concerned. He moves quickly towards Spike.
Jimmy: Dude, what in the hell is gotten in to you?
Spike burps and giggles at himself. He takes a swig of his beer and holds a finger up to Jimmy, as if telling him to wait just a second.
Spike: Jimmy boy, did you hear the Queen is in Ireland? HA! The f*cking Queen....what the hell is going on in MY Ireland!?
Jimmy: Your Ireland now Mikey? Come on....this isn't Braveheart. Isn't this some kind of reconciliation thing? You know....the British and the Irish....don't you think it's time to put that behind you?
Spike almost snaps too, a furious look on his face as he glares at Jimmy.
Spike: You do not have a clue what my people have been through. You do not have a clue what my FAMILY has been through.....you know my Da' was in the IRA right?
Jimmy: You're Dad was a terrorist?
Spike: NO! My Dad fought for his country, as his Dad before him, and his Dad before him. They fought for a free Ireland....they fought for their family and their beliefs!
Spike takes a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down. His deep sense of Irish pride rising to the foreground at even the slightest hint of an insult.
Spike: Why do you think so many Irish people came here? …..AGAINST THE FAMINE AND THE CROWN! I REBELLED THEY CUT ME DOWN!!
Spike bursts into song once more, Jimmy looks almost lost as if he really doesn't know how to calm Spike down, and of course knowing Spike the way he does, he doesn't want to actually piss him off ever.
Spike: NOW YOU MUST RAISE OUR CHILD.....raise.......our child.....with dignity....
Spike seems to be fighting back the tears. Jimmy takes this chance to move in close and grab Spike. He pulls the beer from him and sits him down on the cooler that Spike had brought up. Spike's face has changed, no longer angry, no longer filled with patriotic pride. A clear face of almost depression literally plasters his face.
Jimmy: Mike....tell me what’s wrong man.
Spike: She went to the courts....
Jimmy: Who, River?
Spike fights back some more emotion, trying to eat his bottom lip to prevent breaking down.
Spike: She told them I wasn't fit to be a father. They....they've been looking into my background.
Jimmy squats down next to his friend and looks right into his eyes, placing his hand on his arm as if trying to reassure him.
Jimmy: So they'll see how great a Dad you were to Zell, problem solved right?
Spike shakes his head, a stray tear or so is slowly creeping out despite his attempts to stop it.
Spike: No....they've been looking at everything I've done. All the horrible things I've done to people over the years.....from taking Jake's girlfriend and forcing her into a three way.....to hell, dropping Kathleen on her head. What I did to Jack Manson's parents.....burning my own house down.....they made a decision.
Jimmy: Mike....no.
Spike: She has full custody. I'm not fit to be a father......so tell me Jimmy. Why the f*ck should I even bother?
Spike gets to his feet, Jimmy doesn't even try and stop him. Being a second generation wrestler he totally understand the connection between a man and his son.
Jimmy: I can't answer that Mike....but.....you know, it's something that you excel at.
Spike: Do I? I mean really? Everybody keep saying I'm not the man I used to be.
Jimmy: Dude, you were young and naïve, you've been around the world and learned a lot since then. If anything you've gotten better.
Spike: I don't know man.....I don't know if I even want to do this.
Spike turns to walk away when he sees Alysson standing in the door way. She looks quite upset, like as if she had just been watching the most heart wrenching episode of a soap or film or something. She lowers her head and lets a few tears fall. Jimmy walks up to Spike and places a hand on Spike's shoulder.
Jimmy: Do it for her...
Spike lowers his gaze, takes a deep breath and moves towards the doorway. Alysson looks up at him, big puppy dog eyes looking at this man whom she thought was indestructible. Seeing him human for the first time hit her hard.
Spike: I made a promise.
Alysson: You don't have to put me before you're son....
Spike: I've made my decisions in life. They've made me the man who I am today. I lost one son, taken from me by the fates, they deemed it his time and took the gem of my life. I thought I was blessed with another....but I realise now...
Spike grabs Alysson and the two embrace, her head resting on Spike's shoulders as Spike glares out into the distance.
Spike: ….I've been a monster, so I'm never going to be happy. So I'll just go back to being what I thrive on being.....
The two turn and walk down the stairs. Jimmy Zane looks after the two, and despite the emotional scenes of what has just happened he smirks, almost a sinister smirk.
Jimmy: Oh yes....Spike Kane is back.
Suddenly a loudSpike: bass sound comes to life as the PA system below is switched on with Dropkick Murphy's cover of “The Fields of Athenry” blasts out from the building. We fade to black.
~~~
Gardner, your ignorance pissed me off at first, but the more I see it. The more it amuses me. You think you're some kind of gift to wrestling. Almost as if the business would be lesser off without you. It makes me chuckle so much...
Yeah, you “retired” Brad Kane, the dude who has retired more than I have. Meh, he'll probably be back next Collision. You do realise that this prize possession you seem to have, this whole “I retired Brad Kane” it basically means nothing? Nobody cares, people saw it coming five miles away, because nobody here likes Brad Kane, nobody here believes in Brad Kane.....and I'll tell you one more thing for free Christian, something you seriously need to get into your heard....I am in a far superior league to Brad Kane.
So I think it's time to give you a slap to the face, some retribution for your sister....despite the other million things I plan on doing to you this Sunday. I can't even believe how much you have changed in my eyes Christian, over the smallest time of a month. When I first laid hands on you, it was because I was angry that you were the one sending my brother on his latest holiday. Partly because you're sister came to me asking for help, because even she didn't have faith in Brad. Yet, over this past month I've seen you change from a guy who had his morals, a guy who had honor.....to a petty spoilt brat who can't accept that he is wrong and his sister is right. I've seen you become a lesser man, and I revel in your self destruction Christian. It fills me with glee to see you taking the steps downwards in yourself. To see you compromising your own morals, your own honor. I've attacked you once in this past month.....I've laid hands on you unprovoked once....so what does that really say about you? You constantly provoke me....you constantly stick your nose in my business.
Part of me thinks you want me to beat you to within an inch of your life.
You know, part of me even had the thought that maybe you set all of this up. That you sent Alysson to my side to direct me towards you. Then of course I realised that you wouldn't have the intelligence to set something like that up. Because you are too short sighted, because you don't see the big picture....it's OK Christian, at least your focused....right?
I just ….it's so funny. Just how wrong you are, it's hilarious.
You make thinks happen right? Like what.....you make me nail you with a Thunderstruck and leave you staring at the lights? Oh...my...impressive. The only think you have made happen is the f*cking swelling on your sisters face, you arrogant little prick.
I single handedly created a style of wrestling. I took the hardcore division and brought prestige to it, I brought it into the main event and created the Xtreme era. I've been doing this since 1996, and I'm still going, strong as ever. I've brought more wrestlers to nCw than anybody else....can you even begin to imagine how many fans I've brought in? Huh? Can you Christian? I singled handedly put an end to the era of “ultra violence” the pathetic wannabes that thought they were more violent than me, more Xtreme than me....just ask Dark Prophet who the God of Xtreme really is.
That belt you're carrying around. Did it just magically appear? Did it spawn out of nowhere?
No....it was created right? It was brought into physical being....it was made. By me, right? That's true. I created the Honor Division because I wanted to prove to the world that I'm not a spot monkey, that I'm not a chair swinging maniac....but then again, I guess my absolutely ridiculous title history should do that for people right? I mean Christian....if you were to actually do some research you'd probably see that I've had more titles than you've had matches.
So tell me, in creating the Honor division and bringing respectable wrestling to this company, with a long reigning candidate chosen and trained by my hand.
How is that failing?
Tell me, by bringing Brad Kane to his knees several times, from taking him from the top of his personal little mountain and dropping him down hard taking a world heavyweight championship from him making him one of the shortest title reigns in that companies history.
How is that failing?
And this is the kicker. Tell me, how beating Hexx over and over, beating both Hexx and Mimic in a handicapped match, offering the tubby bastard an easy way out and then when he didn't when the nCw brass finally let me get my hands on him....I straight up annihilated him. I beat him more than he has ever been beaten in his life and took my name, my rights, and my legacy back.....with ease.
How in the blue hell is that failing?
I think you'll find Christian that I fought long enough to get rid of my mask. I fought to reveal who I truly am, not to hide it. Your train of thought....your logic, is twisted....even for me, it doesn't make sense. You make all of this claims and try to diminish my character, to make me look like some kind of douche.
I don't give a flying f*ck.
I do what I do better than anybody else when I'm in that ring. I hurt people, I make people wish they had never crossed me. I make people regret ever lacing up their boots. But, on Sunday....my true colours will not be revealed....because there is nothing to reveal. I'm an open person, my dirty laundry is out for all to see....my personal problems, my goals, my achievements.....everybody can see them and who I am. You are the one hiding Christian....you are the one who is slowly getting cracks in their façade.
Trust me laying your hands on your sister will come back to haunt you.
I'm a horrible person Christian, but I am a man of honor. If you stand your grand and fight me toe to toe you will earn respect from me, if you come up and ask me for a match, ask me to go into that ring and put on one of the best displays this company has ever seen....I'll respect you, if you love your family and honor and respect them....the same goes. Unlike you, I love my family to death. Even my brother, we fight, we complain....but we would die for each other. My sister, we've fallen out....but I have never.....NEVER laid my hands on my sister. You disgust me Gardner....because you are worse than me....and I'm supposed to be the standard or some ****.
You are fake.
You're morals are compromised.
You're honor is false.
I don't need your sister at my side come Sunday, because I know that what I am doing is right, in my mind. I know that beating you to a pulp is right....this match on Sunday has nothing to do with honor Christian. There will be no “throwing it out the window” because it isn't there. I insulted your honor by spitting in your face, and you responded by smacking your little sister around.
Apologies won't even begin to be good enough Christian.
You are pure scum.
And when I'm done with you....before the God and his Goddess of Xtreme you will f*cking kneel..
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!!
[/b]Gardner, your ignorance pissed me off at first, but the more I see it. The more it amuses me. You think you're some kind of gift to wrestling. Almost as if the business would be lesser off without you. It makes me chuckle so much...
Yeah, you “retired” Brad Kane, the dude who has retired more than I have. Meh, he'll probably be back next Collision. You do realise that this prize possession you seem to have, this whole “I retired Brad Kane” it basically means nothing? Nobody cares, people saw it coming five miles away, because nobody here likes Brad Kane, nobody here believes in Brad Kane.....and I'll tell you one more thing for free Christian, something you seriously need to get into your heard....I am in a far superior league to Brad Kane.
So I think it's time to give you a slap to the face, some retribution for your sister....despite the other million things I plan on doing to you this Sunday. I can't even believe how much you have changed in my eyes Christian, over the smallest time of a month. When I first laid hands on you, it was because I was angry that you were the one sending my brother on his latest holiday. Partly because you're sister came to me asking for help, because even she didn't have faith in Brad. Yet, over this past month I've seen you change from a guy who had his morals, a guy who had honor.....to a petty spoilt brat who can't accept that he is wrong and his sister is right. I've seen you become a lesser man, and I revel in your self destruction Christian. It fills me with glee to see you taking the steps downwards in yourself. To see you compromising your own morals, your own honor. I've attacked you once in this past month.....I've laid hands on you unprovoked once....so what does that really say about you? You constantly provoke me....you constantly stick your nose in my business.
Part of me thinks you want me to beat you to within an inch of your life.
You know, part of me even had the thought that maybe you set all of this up. That you sent Alysson to my side to direct me towards you. Then of course I realised that you wouldn't have the intelligence to set something like that up. Because you are too short sighted, because you don't see the big picture....it's OK Christian, at least your focused....right?
I just ….it's so funny. Just how wrong you are, it's hilarious.
You make thinks happen right? Like what.....you make me nail you with a Thunderstruck and leave you staring at the lights? Oh...my...impressive. The only think you have made happen is the f*cking swelling on your sisters face, you arrogant little prick.
I single handedly created a style of wrestling. I took the hardcore division and brought prestige to it, I brought it into the main event and created the Xtreme era. I've been doing this since 1996, and I'm still going, strong as ever. I've brought more wrestlers to nCw than anybody else....can you even begin to imagine how many fans I've brought in? Huh? Can you Christian? I singled handedly put an end to the era of “ultra violence” the pathetic wannabes that thought they were more violent than me, more Xtreme than me....just ask Dark Prophet who the God of Xtreme really is.
That belt you're carrying around. Did it just magically appear? Did it spawn out of nowhere?
No....it was created right? It was brought into physical being....it was made. By me, right? That's true. I created the Honor Division because I wanted to prove to the world that I'm not a spot monkey, that I'm not a chair swinging maniac....but then again, I guess my absolutely ridiculous title history should do that for people right? I mean Christian....if you were to actually do some research you'd probably see that I've had more titles than you've had matches.
So tell me, in creating the Honor division and bringing respectable wrestling to this company, with a long reigning candidate chosen and trained by my hand.
How is that failing?
Tell me, by bringing Brad Kane to his knees several times, from taking him from the top of his personal little mountain and dropping him down hard taking a world heavyweight championship from him making him one of the shortest title reigns in that companies history.
How is that failing?
And this is the kicker. Tell me, how beating Hexx over and over, beating both Hexx and Mimic in a handicapped match, offering the tubby bastard an easy way out and then when he didn't when the nCw brass finally let me get my hands on him....I straight up annihilated him. I beat him more than he has ever been beaten in his life and took my name, my rights, and my legacy back.....with ease.
How in the blue hell is that failing?
I think you'll find Christian that I fought long enough to get rid of my mask. I fought to reveal who I truly am, not to hide it. Your train of thought....your logic, is twisted....even for me, it doesn't make sense. You make all of this claims and try to diminish my character, to make me look like some kind of douche.
I don't give a flying f*ck.
I do what I do better than anybody else when I'm in that ring. I hurt people, I make people wish they had never crossed me. I make people regret ever lacing up their boots. But, on Sunday....my true colours will not be revealed....because there is nothing to reveal. I'm an open person, my dirty laundry is out for all to see....my personal problems, my goals, my achievements.....everybody can see them and who I am. You are the one hiding Christian....you are the one who is slowly getting cracks in their façade.
Trust me laying your hands on your sister will come back to haunt you.
I'm a horrible person Christian, but I am a man of honor. If you stand your grand and fight me toe to toe you will earn respect from me, if you come up and ask me for a match, ask me to go into that ring and put on one of the best displays this company has ever seen....I'll respect you, if you love your family and honor and respect them....the same goes. Unlike you, I love my family to death. Even my brother, we fight, we complain....but we would die for each other. My sister, we've fallen out....but I have never.....NEVER laid my hands on my sister. You disgust me Gardner....because you are worse than me....and I'm supposed to be the standard or some ****.
You are fake.
You're morals are compromised.
You're honor is false.
I don't need your sister at my side come Sunday, because I know that what I am doing is right, in my mind. I know that beating you to a pulp is right....this match on Sunday has nothing to do with honor Christian. There will be no “throwing it out the window” because it isn't there. I insulted your honor by spitting in your face, and you responded by smacking your little sister around.
Apologies won't even begin to be good enough Christian.
You are pure scum.
And when I'm done with you....before the God and his Goddess of Xtreme you will f*cking kneel..
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!!
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