Post by Spike Kane on Sept 23, 2011 9:52:33 GMT -6
Honor of War
~~~~~~~~~~
We open up on the hunched figure of Spike Kane. Sitting in the living room of his Boston home, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands as his thoughts run rampant. This time last week he was spending time in a jail cell, and to say he was still angry about it would be an understatement. As he tries to gather his thoughts Christian Gardner of all people walks into the room and hands spike a bottle of water.
Spike Kane: Thanks Chris, I really appreciate it.
Chris simply tilts his own bottle of water towards Spike, as if to say “don't mention it”
Chris Gardner: Don't worry Mike. We're pretty much family, and after seeing what you're family has been through, and what we've been through.....it kind of feels right.
Spike Kane: Huh, tell me about it.
Spike spins the bottle and sits up from his hunched position and takes a long swig of the water before bottling the cap and placing it down on the table, he seems to be holding himself together, but not by much.
Chris Gardner: Do you know why she did it? River, I mean?
Spike shakes his head, barely able to control his anger when thinking about the woman who set him up.
Spike Kane: I don't get what she has to gain. I mean, even the lawyers said that we've got what nCw had recorded of our conversation, which isn't concrete because there is no way to prove it was River on the phone. However, we've also got her phone records showing that she called me at that time. The evidence will mount up against her, that's obvious....I just don't get what her end game was.
Chris Gardner: She's not.....you know.....still working for you're Dad is she?
Spike just seems to stop, almost as if his brain just shut down. His face is emotionless and bland as his eyes just gaze into the distance. The slight thought of his manipulative bastard of a father interfering with his life once again almost crushes him as he tries to take a deep breathe and regain himself.
Spike Kane: I don't know man, but I swear to God....if he is? I won't be held responsible for what I do to him....
Chris Gardner: It's not a nice situation to be in Mike. I can understand you're not feeling yourself right now.....but I think it's good that you got yourself a match this week. Keep you distracted whilst our lawyers sort all this crap out for you. They're going to get the arrest stricken from your record too, so don't worry about it.
Spike climbs to his feet, nodding to Christian, who Spike knows is just trying to do his best by Alysson. He's trying to get Spike to vent and get it all out of his system so he doesn't have to vent on Alysson. She's a tough cookie, but she doesn't need this extra baggage right now.
Spike Kane: Yeah. I know they will.....but I don't really care about it. All I care about is my son.....
Spike puts the bottle back on the table and starts to walk towards the window looking out into the street.
Spike Kane: I appreciate you being here Chris. I know it took a lot for you to look past what Alysson and I have done to you in the past, what Brad has done to you. For what it's worth.....I apologise. I just want you to know that something good did come out of it.
Spike turns to face Christian, who actually seems a little unsettled at the idea of the God of Xtreme apologising to him.
Spike Kane: I love your sister Chris. I love her so much it hurts to be away from her. Besides Xander, she means the absolute world to me.....I just wanted you to know.
Christian cracks a small smile, not wanting to break the sombre moment but happy to hear those words come from someone who was literally a sworn enemy mere months ago. Crazy this wrestling world is, huh?
Chris Gardner: I get it buddy. I do, and if it's worth anything, the two of you have my blessing.
Spike smiles now, breaking the depressing mood. He moves towards Christian and offers his hand for a very brotherly handshake, and we cut
We open up now once again on the home of Spike Kane, except this time it's loud, busy, and messy. The main living room has two huge screens hooked up to two Xbox 360's, Spike, Brad, Brad's son Chris, and Rob Diamond are all playing Gears of War 3. There are pizza boxes everywhere, soda cans on the floor half crumbled, chips bags open and everything.
Brad Kane: OH YEAH BITCH!
Chris Kane: That headshot was sick!
Rob Diamond: It would be if you weren't playing as a little bitch!
Yeah, that's right they're playing the new four player campaign. Spike is playing as Marcus, Rob is Dom, Brad is Anya, and Chris is Jace.
Spike Kane: Man, this is so freakin' awesome!
Chris Kane: ...wait....Dad, don't you and Uncle Mike have a tag team match to get ready for?
Spike puts his hand in Chris' face and pushes him away jokingly.
Spike Kane: Sssh. Gears of War.
Rob burps loudly as he finishes another can of soda and throws it over his shoulder, it clunks off of something but the boys just ignore it and seem to carry on.
“AHEM!”
All four of them crap themselves. I mean literlly, if you've ever seen three grown ass men and a kid recovering from a horrible injury move this fast you'd be shocked out of you're system. Alysson is standing there, hand on here hip and her other hand in her palm. A woman Spike has never seen before is standing next to Alysson looking less than impressed.
Spike Kane: Umm...hey...babe. I wasn't expecting you.
Brad Kane: Yeah, this was supposed to be...erm....male boding time, thats it.
Chris Kane: GEARS OF WAR!!!
Brad gives Chris a quick slap on the back of the head and he hunches down knowing he did something a little wrong. Rob quickly takes in the situation and smirks.
Rob Diamond: Well, ladies....I think this is my exit. Suck it bitches!
He eyes up the woman as he leaves, the look of disgust on her face is pretty obvious. Spike is quite embarrassed as he quickly fumbles around trying to tidy up the mess and switch off the game, but Brad slaps his hand as he reaches for the consoles.
Brad Kane: Dude!
Spike nods his head towards Alysson.
Spike Kane: dude!
Alysson: How about we go to the kitchen and make some lunch....huh? ….MOM!
Spike grimaces as the dots connect. Alysson shakes her head as she walks off to the kitchen with her mother in tow, who in turn seems to be shaking her head at the Kane Family.
Chris Kane: You are so boned....
Spike turns to him with a comical WTF look on his face.
Spike Kane: What do you know about being boned?
He smirks and points his thumb towards his Dad and Spike chuckles. Man, this wasn't the first impression he wanted to give to Alysson' mother. Spike shakes his head and shrugs, knowing he'll have to deal with the consequences now, his saga over his son and ex-wife the furthest thing from his mind right now. You know what?
It can all wait.
Gears time.
~~~~~~~~~~
We open up on the hunched figure of Spike Kane. Sitting in the living room of his Boston home, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands as his thoughts run rampant. This time last week he was spending time in a jail cell, and to say he was still angry about it would be an understatement. As he tries to gather his thoughts Christian Gardner of all people walks into the room and hands spike a bottle of water.
Spike Kane: Thanks Chris, I really appreciate it.
Chris simply tilts his own bottle of water towards Spike, as if to say “don't mention it”
Chris Gardner: Don't worry Mike. We're pretty much family, and after seeing what you're family has been through, and what we've been through.....it kind of feels right.
Spike Kane: Huh, tell me about it.
Spike spins the bottle and sits up from his hunched position and takes a long swig of the water before bottling the cap and placing it down on the table, he seems to be holding himself together, but not by much.
Chris Gardner: Do you know why she did it? River, I mean?
Spike shakes his head, barely able to control his anger when thinking about the woman who set him up.
Spike Kane: I don't get what she has to gain. I mean, even the lawyers said that we've got what nCw had recorded of our conversation, which isn't concrete because there is no way to prove it was River on the phone. However, we've also got her phone records showing that she called me at that time. The evidence will mount up against her, that's obvious....I just don't get what her end game was.
Chris Gardner: She's not.....you know.....still working for you're Dad is she?
Spike just seems to stop, almost as if his brain just shut down. His face is emotionless and bland as his eyes just gaze into the distance. The slight thought of his manipulative bastard of a father interfering with his life once again almost crushes him as he tries to take a deep breathe and regain himself.
Spike Kane: I don't know man, but I swear to God....if he is? I won't be held responsible for what I do to him....
Chris Gardner: It's not a nice situation to be in Mike. I can understand you're not feeling yourself right now.....but I think it's good that you got yourself a match this week. Keep you distracted whilst our lawyers sort all this crap out for you. They're going to get the arrest stricken from your record too, so don't worry about it.
Spike climbs to his feet, nodding to Christian, who Spike knows is just trying to do his best by Alysson. He's trying to get Spike to vent and get it all out of his system so he doesn't have to vent on Alysson. She's a tough cookie, but she doesn't need this extra baggage right now.
Spike Kane: Yeah. I know they will.....but I don't really care about it. All I care about is my son.....
Spike puts the bottle back on the table and starts to walk towards the window looking out into the street.
Spike Kane: I appreciate you being here Chris. I know it took a lot for you to look past what Alysson and I have done to you in the past, what Brad has done to you. For what it's worth.....I apologise. I just want you to know that something good did come out of it.
Spike turns to face Christian, who actually seems a little unsettled at the idea of the God of Xtreme apologising to him.
Spike Kane: I love your sister Chris. I love her so much it hurts to be away from her. Besides Xander, she means the absolute world to me.....I just wanted you to know.
Christian cracks a small smile, not wanting to break the sombre moment but happy to hear those words come from someone who was literally a sworn enemy mere months ago. Crazy this wrestling world is, huh?
Chris Gardner: I get it buddy. I do, and if it's worth anything, the two of you have my blessing.
Spike smiles now, breaking the depressing mood. He moves towards Christian and offers his hand for a very brotherly handshake, and we cut
~~~~
You know what? I'm really not in the mood for you two dickheads this week. You want to rant about the disrespect we showed you? About the corrupt country we ALL live and work in. you want to just bitch and whine, just like Trent Helms.
Tough ****.
I seriously couldn't care less right now.
You feel disrespected because you're not the greatest tag team in nCw history? As far as I know the greatest teams in nCw are the likes of The Brothers Holland, Dirty Deal, hell even A Knitemare on Helms Street are greater than you two pathetic jokes.
You actually stood there and disrespected the company that employs you and the country it resides in, the company most of the workforce comes from, and the country where most of the fans pay you're *** damn paychecks. You two are both hypocrites. You stand there and insult us because we're American?
Newsflash.
We're Irish dumbasses.
Now, obviously, that gives you a hell of a lot of fuel for some jokes. Maybe some alcohol related fun? Or some no more nails jokes? Maybe throw a couple of IRA and terrorist related remarks in there too yeah? Because you two don't embody the stereotypes of your own culture do you? Exactly....how in the blue hell can two racial stereotypes become the greatest team in the entire nCw? Nah....that's our bag....that's our aim.
The Brothers Kane will reign atop the tag team division. It's written in the stars and you two are the final stepping stone for people to start taking us seriously, for people to realise that we aren't just two singles wrestlers being thrown together, we mean business and we have the skill and ability to back ourselves up. My brother is like the other side of my brain, and when we're in the ring we have a connection that nobody else can even come close to, no need to tell each other what we're planning we just know.
Like I knew the moment your foot touched my face in an UNPROVOKED ATTACK....that I was going to get revenge and absolutely destroy the both of you, which I have to say I'm seriously looking forward to.I mean if you've been paying attention you'll have noticed I'm under a lot of stress right now, for reasons you seem far to idiotic to understand, but it doesn't concern you. It's my life and I will deal with it. You can stand there and do exactly what the rest of the world do, you can conform, and be just like the people you insult....and mock my life.
I ****ing dare you.
You see, the moment you laid your hands....or I guess feet is the right word, on me you signed a certain kind of warrant. I'm not going to be as immature as I used to be and say a “death warrant” but maybe more like a “Spike is going to kick my ass” warrant. Yeah.....because that is what is going to happen at battlegrounds.
Brad will out wrestle you.
I'll kick your ass.
That's why we make a good combination. Don't get me wrong, I'm not slacker when it comes to wrestling, and Brad is not far beyond in the ass kicking division. He just prefers to make you look bad, while I prefer to inflict pain. It's my biggest strength, and I've perfected the trait over the years, I've gotten it down to a tee. You see, you guys can talk all you like, you make stupid claims about America, stupid claims about where we're from, and where we're grew up, it doesn't change the fact that you're in for a world of hurt come Sunday.
I could stand here and talk about my training, about how I took the steps to go from a backyard spotfest dude, to a Hall of Fame wrestler, to one of the best this business has ever been. My time spent in Osaka, when I tried to take things to the next level, my earlier tours of Mexico.....but you won't listen. Because you don't want to listen, you don't want respect, you don't want honor....
You want attention.
Like so many others in nCw right now, you just want the limelight. I get it, I totally do. You think I haven't been on the sidelines listening to people rant and rave about why they deserve Hall of Fame spots, or even why they deserve a world title shot? I listen and think to myself, damn....if they deserve one, surely I do? I mean....like, if I think about it....it's not like I got a fair rematch is it? I didn't get a one on one match with Lance Ryan, hell I never even lost the title Jack Manson did....I mean it-
SHUT THE **** UP!
Nobody wants to hear you bitch and whine, people get rewarded for their efforts. People get out of this exactly what they put into it. You feel wrong done? Then turn it around and prove to them that you were done so, prove that you should have won, prove that you should be in the main event, in the hall of fame, in the world title picture, in the tag title picture, or even just a respected tag team....instead of being in my crosshairs.
I know about Honor boys, I'm the man who created the Honor Championship for christs sake. I've paid my dues, I've bowed down to the big guns that came before me....hell I've had to bite my tongue and take the lessons that were thrown at me whether I wanted them or not by people like Venom. Why? Because it helped me in the long run. Venom might not like me as a person, but he can't deny how good at this I am, because he saw it years before all of you did and he tried to help me. He might be a dick, but I will always respect him and be thankful for that.
You two do not have any honor, that is why you're so angry. You attacked my brother, you attacked me, and you've lost any kind of leverage or moral high ground you ever had.
Battlegrounds you will fall, and The Brothers Kane will rise.
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
~~~~~
You know what? I'm really not in the mood for you two dickheads this week. You want to rant about the disrespect we showed you? About the corrupt country we ALL live and work in. you want to just bitch and whine, just like Trent Helms.
Tough ****.
I seriously couldn't care less right now.
You feel disrespected because you're not the greatest tag team in nCw history? As far as I know the greatest teams in nCw are the likes of The Brothers Holland, Dirty Deal, hell even A Knitemare on Helms Street are greater than you two pathetic jokes.
You actually stood there and disrespected the company that employs you and the country it resides in, the company most of the workforce comes from, and the country where most of the fans pay you're *** damn paychecks. You two are both hypocrites. You stand there and insult us because we're American?
Newsflash.
We're Irish dumbasses.
Now, obviously, that gives you a hell of a lot of fuel for some jokes. Maybe some alcohol related fun? Or some no more nails jokes? Maybe throw a couple of IRA and terrorist related remarks in there too yeah? Because you two don't embody the stereotypes of your own culture do you? Exactly....how in the blue hell can two racial stereotypes become the greatest team in the entire nCw? Nah....that's our bag....that's our aim.
The Brothers Kane will reign atop the tag team division. It's written in the stars and you two are the final stepping stone for people to start taking us seriously, for people to realise that we aren't just two singles wrestlers being thrown together, we mean business and we have the skill and ability to back ourselves up. My brother is like the other side of my brain, and when we're in the ring we have a connection that nobody else can even come close to, no need to tell each other what we're planning we just know.
Like I knew the moment your foot touched my face in an UNPROVOKED ATTACK....that I was going to get revenge and absolutely destroy the both of you, which I have to say I'm seriously looking forward to.I mean if you've been paying attention you'll have noticed I'm under a lot of stress right now, for reasons you seem far to idiotic to understand, but it doesn't concern you. It's my life and I will deal with it. You can stand there and do exactly what the rest of the world do, you can conform, and be just like the people you insult....and mock my life.
I ****ing dare you.
You see, the moment you laid your hands....or I guess feet is the right word, on me you signed a certain kind of warrant. I'm not going to be as immature as I used to be and say a “death warrant” but maybe more like a “Spike is going to kick my ass” warrant. Yeah.....because that is what is going to happen at battlegrounds.
Brad will out wrestle you.
I'll kick your ass.
That's why we make a good combination. Don't get me wrong, I'm not slacker when it comes to wrestling, and Brad is not far beyond in the ass kicking division. He just prefers to make you look bad, while I prefer to inflict pain. It's my biggest strength, and I've perfected the trait over the years, I've gotten it down to a tee. You see, you guys can talk all you like, you make stupid claims about America, stupid claims about where we're from, and where we're grew up, it doesn't change the fact that you're in for a world of hurt come Sunday.
I could stand here and talk about my training, about how I took the steps to go from a backyard spotfest dude, to a Hall of Fame wrestler, to one of the best this business has ever been. My time spent in Osaka, when I tried to take things to the next level, my earlier tours of Mexico.....but you won't listen. Because you don't want to listen, you don't want respect, you don't want honor....
You want attention.
Like so many others in nCw right now, you just want the limelight. I get it, I totally do. You think I haven't been on the sidelines listening to people rant and rave about why they deserve Hall of Fame spots, or even why they deserve a world title shot? I listen and think to myself, damn....if they deserve one, surely I do? I mean....like, if I think about it....it's not like I got a fair rematch is it? I didn't get a one on one match with Lance Ryan, hell I never even lost the title Jack Manson did....I mean it-
SHUT THE **** UP!
Nobody wants to hear you bitch and whine, people get rewarded for their efforts. People get out of this exactly what they put into it. You feel wrong done? Then turn it around and prove to them that you were done so, prove that you should have won, prove that you should be in the main event, in the hall of fame, in the world title picture, in the tag title picture, or even just a respected tag team....instead of being in my crosshairs.
I know about Honor boys, I'm the man who created the Honor Championship for christs sake. I've paid my dues, I've bowed down to the big guns that came before me....hell I've had to bite my tongue and take the lessons that were thrown at me whether I wanted them or not by people like Venom. Why? Because it helped me in the long run. Venom might not like me as a person, but he can't deny how good at this I am, because he saw it years before all of you did and he tried to help me. He might be a dick, but I will always respect him and be thankful for that.
You two do not have any honor, that is why you're so angry. You attacked my brother, you attacked me, and you've lost any kind of leverage or moral high ground you ever had.
Battlegrounds you will fall, and The Brothers Kane will rise.
ALL
BLOODY
HAIL!
~~~~~
We open up now once again on the home of Spike Kane, except this time it's loud, busy, and messy. The main living room has two huge screens hooked up to two Xbox 360's, Spike, Brad, Brad's son Chris, and Rob Diamond are all playing Gears of War 3. There are pizza boxes everywhere, soda cans on the floor half crumbled, chips bags open and everything.
Brad Kane: OH YEAH BITCH!
Chris Kane: That headshot was sick!
Rob Diamond: It would be if you weren't playing as a little bitch!
Yeah, that's right they're playing the new four player campaign. Spike is playing as Marcus, Rob is Dom, Brad is Anya, and Chris is Jace.
Spike Kane: Man, this is so freakin' awesome!
Chris Kane: ...wait....Dad, don't you and Uncle Mike have a tag team match to get ready for?
Spike puts his hand in Chris' face and pushes him away jokingly.
Spike Kane: Sssh. Gears of War.
Rob burps loudly as he finishes another can of soda and throws it over his shoulder, it clunks off of something but the boys just ignore it and seem to carry on.
“AHEM!”
All four of them crap themselves. I mean literlly, if you've ever seen three grown ass men and a kid recovering from a horrible injury move this fast you'd be shocked out of you're system. Alysson is standing there, hand on here hip and her other hand in her palm. A woman Spike has never seen before is standing next to Alysson looking less than impressed.
Spike Kane: Umm...hey...babe. I wasn't expecting you.
Brad Kane: Yeah, this was supposed to be...erm....male boding time, thats it.
Chris Kane: GEARS OF WAR!!!
Brad gives Chris a quick slap on the back of the head and he hunches down knowing he did something a little wrong. Rob quickly takes in the situation and smirks.
Rob Diamond: Well, ladies....I think this is my exit. Suck it bitches!
He eyes up the woman as he leaves, the look of disgust on her face is pretty obvious. Spike is quite embarrassed as he quickly fumbles around trying to tidy up the mess and switch off the game, but Brad slaps his hand as he reaches for the consoles.
Brad Kane: Dude!
Spike nods his head towards Alysson.
Spike Kane: dude!
Alysson: How about we go to the kitchen and make some lunch....huh? ….MOM!
Spike grimaces as the dots connect. Alysson shakes her head as she walks off to the kitchen with her mother in tow, who in turn seems to be shaking her head at the Kane Family.
Chris Kane: You are so boned....
Spike turns to him with a comical WTF look on his face.
Spike Kane: What do you know about being boned?
He smirks and points his thumb towards his Dad and Spike chuckles. Man, this wasn't the first impression he wanted to give to Alysson' mother. Spike shakes his head and shrugs, knowing he'll have to deal with the consequences now, his saga over his son and ex-wife the furthest thing from his mind right now. You know what?
It can all wait.
Gears time.