Post by Spike Kane on May 22, 2011 6:24:58 GMT -6
Once again you fail to see the big picture Chris....you fail to see who I really am, and what I've been doing for over a decade.....
You're following my blueprints.
You're reacting the way I want you to.
You are becoming exactly what I want.
Don't believe me? Just ask The Ace.
~~~
You're following my blueprints.
You're reacting the way I want you to.
You are becoming exactly what I want.
Don't believe me? Just ask The Ace.
~~~
We open up on the scene of the arena in Miami for tonight's nCw show: A Night to Remember. There are already lines outside going halfway around the car park, it's about mid day and the crowd are getting riled up a little. The posters with the several different wrestlers performing on the nights show are hanging from the building. A car suddenly pulls up, a large hummer and the crowd go dead silent as they wait to see who is coming out, the driver steps out and walks to the back opening the door to reveal the legs and then torso of Alysson Gardner. The crowd, obviously predominantly made up of men go nuts before they suddenly fall silent when The God of Xtreme steps out after her. A broad smirk spreading across his face.
Alysson: Oooh....they really don't like you.
Spike: I really don't give a rats ass.
The two laugh at there private little joke before they begin to walk to the entrance. Some kids come running up wearing Young Guns merchandise. Spike sneers at them instantly.
Young Gun Fan #1: Hey! Guys, can we have your autograph!?
Young Gun Fan #2: Please! We've already got Chris Gardner’s and Venoms!
Spike's face spreads into the biggest fakest smile ever. He nods to the kids and opens his hands with the childlike fakeness that any adult would spot a mile away.
Spike: Sure kid, let me see you're books.
The two kids hand over their autograph books, Spike flicks through and does indeed see autographs from Venom and Gardner. Spike smirks and grabs his pen, he crosses out Gardner's autograph on both books and writes “Spike Kane Jr” underneath both of them, before having the audacity to flick to Venom's autograph and actually spit on both of them before closing the books and making sure the spit rubs in and ruins the autograph. The kids eyes are wide with shock and one's lower lip starts to tremble. Spike throws the books on the floor and sneers down at the kids before turning to walk into the entrance. The crowd lining up begins to boo and shout obscenities at Spike. Alysson looks at him a little shocked, but smirking all the while. She raises her hand in front of one of the fans shouting at her, as if to say: shut up. The guy loses it, and arches his arm backwards as if to slap Alysson but his hand never meets her.
Spike: And just what the f*ck do you think your doing?
Spike had caught the guys arm and is holding it with one arm. The look of fear in the dudes face is almost priceless. He starts to shake a little, maybe a mixture of both fear and adrenaline.
Spike: Let me see your ticket....
The guy stumbles and fumbles with his free hand, his friends who are with him seem tor recoil away from their poor friend. He pulls out his ticket and holds it up for Spike, who snatches it out of his hand.
Spike: Check this out Alysson, ring side seats!
Alysson: Oh wow, that must of cost a lot.
Spike: Must have spent a lot of time on the internet biding your time, waiting for your chance to snap these up.
The guy nods his head nervously. Spike pulls a zippo lighter out of his pocket and flicks it on his denim jeans igniting it before holding it up and setting the ticket on fire. The crowd gasp in shock, the guys eyes go wide with sheer shock and anger. He charges at Spike who simple steps to the side, grabs the guys swinging arm and drops down to the floor hitting the arm just above the elbow and smashing the guy into the floor. The guy screams in pain as the security come rushing over.
Security: Mr Kane sir, are you OK? I saw him come out of nowhere!
Spike rolls to his feet as the security guard slips a restraint clip around the poor guy crying out in pain.
Spike: Yeah, it's all good. He came at Alysson and me, so I reacted...
Security: I was walking past the door and saw him just lunge....I'll back you're story up don't worry. I'll get this guy arrested.
Spike shakes the security guards hand, who immediately begins radioing to his superiors. Spike grabs Alyssons hand and the two start to walk into the building. One of the guys at the front starts to boo and Spike makes a move as if to suggest he would punch him and he flinches visibly. Spike and Alysson just laugh as they head inside the arena.
Alysson: That was just comical.
Spike: Yeah, damn idiots. How do they not get this by now? I don't like them!
The two laugh loudly, their laughs echoing through the hallways. Spike turns to Alysson.
Spike: Listen, I'm gonna' go do some last minute training and warm ups. I'll see you back in our locker room, yeah?
Alysson smiles at Spike and leans in, giving him a kind kiss on the lips.
Alysson: See you there.
Alysson heads to the locker room and Spike watches her leave, smiling all the time. Once she heads around the corner Spike looks up at the banners showing all the title matches on show tonight. He glares at the picture of Gardner and the smile is gone, replaced with a look of disdain and anger. We fade away.
~~~
I don't think you even listen to me Christian. I think you have selective hearing, you only hear what you want to hear, and you ignore the things that contradict what you say.
I know Alysson's heart does not belong to me.
Honestly? I don't think I deserve it either, but that is a conversation for a completely different time. All I know is, that she is with me by choice, and I am with her by choice. Something you just can't seem to get into your head, no matter how many times I tell you, no matter in what way I tell you.
I am nothing like Brad Kane.
I do not publicise my sexual exploits, I do not degrade the women I am with by having them be all provocative in my videos, I don't even think about recording our sexual experiences. So tell me Christian....this “whore” of a sister that you have.....did you actually ask her why she was with Brad? Why she is now with me?
Nope.
Don't get me wrong, I do cringe a little when I think that Brad was there first, but then it tuned out that he had banged my wife before I even met her. Disgusting, right? I don't even care any more. That isn't what it is about for me. I was lonely, I was hurting and she took the initiative to help me, to heal me....and you mistake it for being a slut, a whore. You hold your sister in less regard than she deserves, and you just can't see it. You try to say that you were only helping her, you try to make out that you were just trying to make her a better person......you're full of sh*t.
Like people have said to me so many times in the past: Christian Gardner does not do anything that isn't for Christian Gardner.
I can see your mask slipping Chris, I can see the real you starting to shine through. The you that Alysson has met, the you that ruined her career and forced her to start over. The you that I know exists....and I'm slowly drawing out.
You look at me Christian and you see one thing. You see a wrestler who has thrived off of violence. You don't see the complete package. Do you really think I would create something like the Honor Division, if I couldn't compete in it? Do you really think that I'm just a chair swinging maniac? I have out-wrestled the best this business has to over, I have outmanoeuvred the most technical minds in this game, I have even flown higher than the bravest dare devils that call this world their own.
I am more than a just a wrestler.
I am more than a hardcore specialist.
I am more than you can even hope to comprehend.
So let's get down to it Mr I'm going to ignore you're answers to my questions and just ask them again. Right....New Championship Wrestling would not let me fight Hexx. I tried to buy the rights off of him, I asked for them back. He shot me down and insulted me. So I hit him, hard....and then again.....and then nCw put me in a HANDICAPPED match when Hexx wouldn't put my rights on the line and I destroyed both of them....then I got in his face again and finally they arranged it and guess what happened? Oh yes, Hexx got his ass beaten all over the arena and got put in hospital whilst the God of Xtreme returned to the ring winner. What have I done since then?
I've been in your f*cking face Gardner, you retard.
I've competed in main events, I've fought against one of my oldest rivals and if it weren't for you and you're abnormally long nose being in my business I would have won too. I've been going from strength to strength. I've been earning the respect that I had lost, and I have been clawing my way back up the roster....and 'lo and behold, I have an Honor Championship match.
Gee....I guess I really haven't done much have I?
You are blind Gardner, you don't see the world around you. You don't see the competition and what they are capable off because you are so caught up in your own ego that you honestly think you can defeat anybody. I'm not making any grandiose claims, I'm not saying I'll become the longest reigning Honor Champion, but you can damn straight bet that I'm going to stop you from reaching that goal. Do you not remember that at the time of my Hall of Fame induction I was the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion? And my reign still hangs up there as one of the longest....for the greatest prize that this business has to offer! You cannot even begin to imagine the size of the bullseye on your back....
When I created this championship I completely shifted the landscape of nCw....it's what happens when I decide to do something Christian. The whole of nCw feels it, not one or two people. Not the immediate challenger or the number one contender....the very foundations of nCw. It's what I do Christian, it's what I'm best at....and it's something that you just don't have any experience with.
Christian....I said from day one....this has never been about honor. You finally agree with me by basicley repeating my own words. This is about pain, suffering, and humiliation. I've been through more in my career than I can even remember. I've wrapped myself in barbed wire and then set myself on fire just to win a championship. You say you've been trained as a “hardcore” wrestler, you say you are “Extreme” ….you don't seem to see the difference....I am the GOD of XTREME. It is a whole new level, a level that nobody has been able to equal me on. I am a motherf*cking machine when it comes to that ring, I am unstoppable and I am the worst nightmare for anybody who even dares to challenge that statement.
Your ignorance will be your own undoing.
So shine your knees up kid, because you'll be bleeding from every orifice and hearing the sirens of the ambulance whilst you kneel before your King, your God.
ALL
MOTHER
F*CKING
HAIL!!
~~~
I don't think you even listen to me Christian. I think you have selective hearing, you only hear what you want to hear, and you ignore the things that contradict what you say.
I know Alysson's heart does not belong to me.
Honestly? I don't think I deserve it either, but that is a conversation for a completely different time. All I know is, that she is with me by choice, and I am with her by choice. Something you just can't seem to get into your head, no matter how many times I tell you, no matter in what way I tell you.
I am nothing like Brad Kane.
I do not publicise my sexual exploits, I do not degrade the women I am with by having them be all provocative in my videos, I don't even think about recording our sexual experiences. So tell me Christian....this “whore” of a sister that you have.....did you actually ask her why she was with Brad? Why she is now with me?
Nope.
Don't get me wrong, I do cringe a little when I think that Brad was there first, but then it tuned out that he had banged my wife before I even met her. Disgusting, right? I don't even care any more. That isn't what it is about for me. I was lonely, I was hurting and she took the initiative to help me, to heal me....and you mistake it for being a slut, a whore. You hold your sister in less regard than she deserves, and you just can't see it. You try to say that you were only helping her, you try to make out that you were just trying to make her a better person......you're full of sh*t.
Like people have said to me so many times in the past: Christian Gardner does not do anything that isn't for Christian Gardner.
I can see your mask slipping Chris, I can see the real you starting to shine through. The you that Alysson has met, the you that ruined her career and forced her to start over. The you that I know exists....and I'm slowly drawing out.
You look at me Christian and you see one thing. You see a wrestler who has thrived off of violence. You don't see the complete package. Do you really think I would create something like the Honor Division, if I couldn't compete in it? Do you really think that I'm just a chair swinging maniac? I have out-wrestled the best this business has to over, I have outmanoeuvred the most technical minds in this game, I have even flown higher than the bravest dare devils that call this world their own.
I am more than a just a wrestler.
I am more than a hardcore specialist.
I am more than you can even hope to comprehend.
So let's get down to it Mr I'm going to ignore you're answers to my questions and just ask them again. Right....New Championship Wrestling would not let me fight Hexx. I tried to buy the rights off of him, I asked for them back. He shot me down and insulted me. So I hit him, hard....and then again.....and then nCw put me in a HANDICAPPED match when Hexx wouldn't put my rights on the line and I destroyed both of them....then I got in his face again and finally they arranged it and guess what happened? Oh yes, Hexx got his ass beaten all over the arena and got put in hospital whilst the God of Xtreme returned to the ring winner. What have I done since then?
I've been in your f*cking face Gardner, you retard.
I've competed in main events, I've fought against one of my oldest rivals and if it weren't for you and you're abnormally long nose being in my business I would have won too. I've been going from strength to strength. I've been earning the respect that I had lost, and I have been clawing my way back up the roster....and 'lo and behold, I have an Honor Championship match.
Gee....I guess I really haven't done much have I?
You are blind Gardner, you don't see the world around you. You don't see the competition and what they are capable off because you are so caught up in your own ego that you honestly think you can defeat anybody. I'm not making any grandiose claims, I'm not saying I'll become the longest reigning Honor Champion, but you can damn straight bet that I'm going to stop you from reaching that goal. Do you not remember that at the time of my Hall of Fame induction I was the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion? And my reign still hangs up there as one of the longest....for the greatest prize that this business has to offer! You cannot even begin to imagine the size of the bullseye on your back....
When I created this championship I completely shifted the landscape of nCw....it's what happens when I decide to do something Christian. The whole of nCw feels it, not one or two people. Not the immediate challenger or the number one contender....the very foundations of nCw. It's what I do Christian, it's what I'm best at....and it's something that you just don't have any experience with.
Christian....I said from day one....this has never been about honor. You finally agree with me by basicley repeating my own words. This is about pain, suffering, and humiliation. I've been through more in my career than I can even remember. I've wrapped myself in barbed wire and then set myself on fire just to win a championship. You say you've been trained as a “hardcore” wrestler, you say you are “Extreme” ….you don't seem to see the difference....I am the GOD of XTREME. It is a whole new level, a level that nobody has been able to equal me on. I am a motherf*cking machine when it comes to that ring, I am unstoppable and I am the worst nightmare for anybody who even dares to challenge that statement.
Your ignorance will be your own undoing.
So shine your knees up kid, because you'll be bleeding from every orifice and hearing the sirens of the ambulance whilst you kneel before your King, your God.
ALL
MOTHER
F*CKING
HAIL!!
~~~
We open up now on Spike Kane sitting on a fold out chair at the bottom of the ramp, staring into the ring. This part of the arena is dead silent, the God of Xtreme is reflecting.
“Come on Atreyu.....you can be better than this.....you are a technical master!”
He looks at the floor now, remembering his young protégée and how he had pushed him so hard, perhaps too hard too fast. Losing the title to Ricky Johnson had hurt both Atreyu and Spike, mainly because Spike hated Ricky Johnson and has never thought he was worth anything.
“The Honor Championship. Do you like it? Proper wrestling, no weapons, no excuses for 'tards who can't link a few moves up together......I think you're perfect for it Atreyu. Once you win the Xtreme Title....we'll announce it!”
Spike runs his hands over his face. The man who has been through so much over his career is deep in thought, he runs his hands over his short hair and looks up once again.
“Ricky Johnson!? You lost to that complete douche!? How did that even happen! ….no, you know what? No excuses....we're done. Get out!”
Spike hangs his head, almost in shame as he thinks back to the poor kid who had been training under Spike, who had been hand picked and flung into the nCw spotlight.
-”Do you regret it?”
Spike's head snaps up in shock, his eyes wide. Standing in front of him with his arms folded, is former nCw Superstar, the first Honor Champion.....Atreyu. Staring into the eyes of his teacher. Spike blinks and rub his eyes.
Spike: How....why...are you hear?
Atreyu cracks a slight smile, not moving a muscle and not unfolding his arms.
Atreyu: I came to watch you win the championship you made me run with.
Spike starts to his feet and still can't seem to shake the cobwebs, as if he is imagining this.
Spike: I'm not too sure that's going to happen....
Atreyu: Yes you are. You don't remember all the time we spent in the gym, all of those previous matches we watched together. You always told me....once you set your mind to something you always achieved it.
Spike: I actually said that?
Atreyu: Yes, and it was true.
Atreyu unfolds his arms now, clearly the tension between the two was subsiding. The former teacher and student haven't been in the same room since the night Atreyu hit on Freya and lost the Honor Championship.
Spike: I created these rules....but I don' even know if I can compete by them.
Atreyu: Stow your pathetic sympathy cries. You won't get sympathy from anybody in this business, so don't ask for any. A rule you told me....a rule that still shows.
Spike: You're right. I can do this, easy. I'm one of the best wrestlers this generation has ever and will ever see.
Atreyu: Damn straight.
Spike slaps Atreyu a high five and a smile spreads across both of their faces, almost like old times.
Spike: You going to stay and watch?
Atreyu: Oh yeah....I got ring side tickets. And no....you can't see them.
The two stare at each other,Atreyu is obviously referencing what Spike had done earlier to the poor fat, retarded mark who had the cheek to swing for a wrestler, before they burst out laughing.
Spike: Listen Wade....I owe you an apology, and I think I've found a great way to make it up to you.
Atreyu: Oh really?
Spike puts his arm around Atreyu and the two begin to walk up the ramp.
Spike: With Jimmy Zane coming back....I need someone to run my wrestling schools.....what do you say?
Atreyu looks shocked, but happy he smiles at Spike and nods as the two head backstage. We fade out on an image of tonight’s empty arena.