Post by Spike Kane on Oct 25, 2011 20:29:01 GMT -6
(Just on a side note, so people don't complain or anything. I haven't read Alex's roleplay)
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They say that holding a grudge is a bad thing, that it can weight you down and cause all sorts of things to go wrong, a burden on the conscience or something along those lines.
I personally think holding a grudge, and people not knowing, makes you pretty damn awesome.
I've held a grudge for years, and this guy thinks he's my friend.
I'm like a criminal mastermind.
I hold grudges for fun.
~~~
We open up on the house of Spike Kane. The hall of fame superstar is sitting in his living room simply staring at the TV. He's currently watching the animated movie, Batman: Year One, but clearly isn't paying much attention, obviously lost in his thoughts when suddenly the door bell rings. The sound almost makes Spike jump, as he grunts and shuffles himself to his feet. He heads to the door and opens it, his eyes going wide as he sees who is standing there, a sheepish grin on his face.
Christian Gardner.
Spike: What the hell do you want?
The Professor, arms crossed, looks at Spike unphased by his hostile reception.
Christian: I have news for you, chap. About Alysson.
Spike tries his hardest to hide the surprise at seeing Christian, and hearing the reason why he was here. His heart skipped a beat at the mention of Alysson. He opens the door wider.
Spike: So...you need to...erm...want to, come in? Or what?
Christian: Well, Mike...
Christian slowly makes his way into Spike's house, given an wider opened door makes for an invitation inside. Chris puts his hands inside his jeans' pockets and keeps talking.
Christian: Aly's recovery is going better than we had ever imagined. Her mind is coming to with an incredible force.
And he then turns to Spike, not smiling, but sure exhaling confidence through his eyes.
Christian: She asked for you yesterday. Spoke your name with every single letter to it.
Spike pushes the door lazily after Christian, never taking his eyes off of him.
Spike: She....she asked for me?
Spike again tries to hide the pleasure from Christian, not wanting to let the Gardner sibling see him at arguably his weakest.
Spike: what did she say? I thought she left me....
It was meant to be more of a statement than a question, but it slipped out.
color=green]Christian:[/color] What the hell? She never left you.
Chris sighs, rolling his eyes and scratching his head.
Christian: When Mercedes Lewis came out and struck her on the head, and the EMTs told me she had massive internal bleeding and head trauma, I requested the immediate termination of our contracts so I could take care of her. The results of that shot to the head were unpredictable. Some of the doctors...
He hesitates a bit before proceeding.
Christian: You know, Mercedes hit her in a very BAD spot of her head, hence the bleeding and the amnesia, and one of them doctors even told me Aly could die because of it.
Spike slams a fist right through his own dry wall. His anger getting the best of him. This time, he doesn't try to hide his emotions from Christian, instead he lets it all show.
Spike: You don't think that keeps me awake every night?
Christian: Exactly the reason that brings me here today to tell you she's alive, awake and waiting for you. Hell, I can even take you to the hospital she's staying so you can check on her yourself.
Spike: Then why are you still talking?
Spike opens the door and heads out again, not even waiting for Christian. He storms out of the house, obviously in a rush. Chris shakes his head, letting out a smile as he follows Spike, walking up to his motorcycle parked outside. Spike nods to Chris as they both rev their engines and head off, Christian leading the way.
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I know you're going to be sitting at home wondering Alex, wondering about what has happened to the friendship that we had built so long ago, so many years ago.
When I walked into that place, knowing that I'd boned your wife before you even met her.....you accepted me with open arms and welcomed me. It was something that I wasn't expecting, it was something that I didn't even have a hope of expecting.
I fell for it Alex.
I thought that we were going to be the best of friends, that we were going to rise through the ranks together and show people like Charlie Velez and Venom exactly who the talent really was. I thought that we were going to have master-class matches to showcase our talent.
I was a sucker.
You and MGK, you were the two who were really doing all that. I was just the crazy tag along guy, the third wheel. I was the nut job who wanted to be more hardcore than anyone else, I was the guy who tried to put Kevin Hardaway on the map.
Yep, it's all my fault.
Overdrive was where the cool kids hung out, the anti-Young Guns. The rebels who fought against everything the federation wanted them to be, or at least....that’s what it was supposed to be. Instead it turned out to be you and MGK just making fun of my matches with Mark Evil....yeah.
Yeah, we were the best of friends.
The thing is Alex, you are right though. That night when I first captured the World Heavyweight Title during that places prime....you came down to celebrate with me. To the naïve you were there to celebrate with a friend, but I'm not stupid. I'm not the innocent kid trying to make a name for himself like you always thought I was. I'm a monster, I'm a friggin' machine.....I'm what the kids today call “old school” I knew exactly what it was Alex. I knew you for the power hungry, attention seeking whore that you really where. You couldn't handle the fact that not only did I win the world title before you, but that I overshadowed your own title victory that night by capturing it. So you decided to come down to the ring and soak up some of my attention, some of the cheers and adoration that I had earned.
That night opened my eyes Alex. That night when I was supposed to be on top of the world, with millions of people watching my finally ascend to the top of this business legitimately for the first time. I instead was nursing a growing doubt, a seed of suspicion that had taken root in my mind. It was that night back in 2006 that the grudge first started to form Alex...
And I know exactly how to hold a grudge.
Then of course there was the second time I managed to capture that championship, from my own brother mind. I captured the championship a second time and proved all the naysayers wrong. Proved to them all that I really was the real deal and that I was going to be a superstar of the future, whether they liked it or not. What was the first thing you did?
Did you congratulate me? Did you make some show of respect?
No.
You demanded to be the first person in line for a title shot.
Nice.
That's how much of a friend you really where.
Why did you do that Alex? Why face me in some pathetic attempt at dick measuring to face off with me because your career had taken a nose dive. Because you thought you could take me? Is that what it was? Because you thought that I was an easy victory, and an easy route for you to the world championship? Tell me Alex, what kind of friend thinks that way, what kind of person could even have the audacity to call themselves a friend if their brain made them think things like that?
The truth of it all, is that you didn't care about me. You never thought of me as a friend......Alex Jones, only cares about Alex Jones.
Hell AJ, we've all been subject to your on screen antics with that friggin' whore of a wife and being upset because SHE captured a world heavyweight title before you! It's all you care about, isn't it Alex? You have to be the top dog, you have to be the champ. If someone else does it, you turn bitter all of a sudden. You give them the cold shoulder, and of course do anything that you can to try and steal the thunder, the limelight if you will.
Remember the times you bailed on me Alex? Huh?
When we formed The New Blood, Kevin, You, and I. We were supposed to be ushering in a new era in this business, we were supposed to be sticking it to the man and the old guys who wouldn't give up their spots. Soon as some trouble came along, you bailed on us. You had bigger fish to fry, you had something that was going to give you a chance in the spotlight, you had a feud with MGK. What about when we tried to bring Overdrive back? Huh? The thousands you made me spend on advertising campaigns, buying the rights for old promos to air them to hype it all up. Then you bail on me again! I end up running Overdrive with some dude I had a couple of matches with and really disliked...
All you have ever done is treat me like crap.
Then my life starts to fall apart right before my eyes and almost everyone who cared or showed interest in me just upped sticks and left. Your dick of a wife took part in screwing up the love of my life's head....and I'm left to suffer because of it....
Did you come an see me?
Did you even send me a text or an email?
Hell, did you even send me a tweet?
No. Kyle, Rob, they made the effort to show they cared. You went about your business like nothing mattered...then you stuck your nose in my business and actually try to claim to be the hero coming to stop the big bad monster? You claim to be the friend stopping me from going too far, and keeping me off the dark path I'm starring down?
No Alex....what you saw, was Spike Kane about to go on the warpath, and after crashing out of the Road to the Gold, in the first round I may add., you needed something to grab that attention from the people around the world. To try and weasel your way back into the world title scene, and who better than a former world champion, triple crown champion, hall of fame member...and the up and up, and trying to earn himself a world title shot...
No Alex....you're not the hero here. You're not the white knight saving a friend from certain peril.
You're just a leech.
An attention whore.
So play your cards Alex, make the excuses....but do not even begin to think that I'm not going to hold back on you, or even show you the slightest bit of sympathy.
I'm going to f*cking destroy you.
~~~
After what seems to be an endless trip to the hospital, cruising through the disturbing pearly white hallways of the care center we see Christian Gardner and Spike Kane, the latter clearly way more concerned than the former. The duo walks through the corridors of the intensive care sectors until they reach a room labelled with a number - irrelevant data for the nearly desperate Spike, that longed to see his girlfriend ever since Battlegrounds.
Christian: She's here.
Spike takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, before opening it. Seeing Alysson sitting up on the bed resting her head against the pillow.
Spike: Oh my god...
She snaps to turn hearing Spike's voice and seeing the tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.
The redhead across the room takes her time recognizing the face in front of her, blinking once, twice, letting her memory come back to her...
Alysson: M-Michael!
Spike breaks into the fastest short sprint in record as he bolts across the room to the bed where she is half lying, half sitting and grabs her in a huge cuddle in the softest way humanly possible.
Spike: Aly, oh my God....I thought you had left me....
Spike buries his face in her red hair, trying his hardest not to completely break down, just as Christian peaks his head through the door. Alysson hugs Spike back, and the God of Xtreme can tell she's making a huge effort controlling every of her movements as she hugs him lovably, though moving herself rather slowly. It steadily grows into a tight hug.
Alysson: Bee-ess. Could never leave you.
Spike can't even talk at this point, he's so built up with emotion. Joy, elation, and love being with Alysson, but at the same time he is plagued with thoughts of who emptied the house and left the note. Who is behind it all?
Spike: I....I love you.
Alysson: If there was one thing I never forgot was just how much I love YOU.
She speaks it ever so softly, taking her time with each word. Spike feels the guilt sinking ever so deeply now, the anger he had felt towards Alysson, the feeling of abandonment still stung.
Spike: I'm not leaving here. I'm going to stay here with you until you can come home, then I'm never leaving your side until you're back to full health......even if you want to go to Paris....I mean it.
Alysson: Paris?
Aly asks, clearly strangling the question. Spike takes an instinctive peek at Chris, who motions him to never mind Aly's birthplace... Something she seems not having remembered yet.
Alysson: I don't need to go anywhere.
Spike: We don't need to, because I'm staying here with you.....OK?
He grabs her hands and holds them in his, looking into her eyes, trying to see if she genuinely understands and partly, if she believes him.
Aly then smiles at him and nods.
Alysson: I'm leaving this place soon. And then I'll get back to the rings the way I'm supposed to.
Spike pulls a weird face, as if he doesn't think Alysson is talking sense. He simply hugs her again, sitting down next to her on the bed and leaning back with her. Alysson rests her red head on his chest and places a hand on it as the two simply embrace, and start the healing process. Christian, being the stand up guy that he is nods at Spike and then closes the door to give them some alone time.
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They say that holding a grudge is a bad thing, that it can weight you down and cause all sorts of things to go wrong, a burden on the conscience or something along those lines.
I personally think holding a grudge, and people not knowing, makes you pretty damn awesome.
I've held a grudge for years, and this guy thinks he's my friend.
I'm like a criminal mastermind.
I hold grudges for fun.
~~~
We open up on the house of Spike Kane. The hall of fame superstar is sitting in his living room simply staring at the TV. He's currently watching the animated movie, Batman: Year One, but clearly isn't paying much attention, obviously lost in his thoughts when suddenly the door bell rings. The sound almost makes Spike jump, as he grunts and shuffles himself to his feet. He heads to the door and opens it, his eyes going wide as he sees who is standing there, a sheepish grin on his face.
Christian Gardner.
Spike: What the hell do you want?
The Professor, arms crossed, looks at Spike unphased by his hostile reception.
Christian: I have news for you, chap. About Alysson.
Spike tries his hardest to hide the surprise at seeing Christian, and hearing the reason why he was here. His heart skipped a beat at the mention of Alysson. He opens the door wider.
Spike: So...you need to...erm...want to, come in? Or what?
Christian: Well, Mike...
Christian slowly makes his way into Spike's house, given an wider opened door makes for an invitation inside. Chris puts his hands inside his jeans' pockets and keeps talking.
Christian: Aly's recovery is going better than we had ever imagined. Her mind is coming to with an incredible force.
And he then turns to Spike, not smiling, but sure exhaling confidence through his eyes.
Christian: She asked for you yesterday. Spoke your name with every single letter to it.
Spike pushes the door lazily after Christian, never taking his eyes off of him.
Spike: She....she asked for me?
Spike again tries to hide the pleasure from Christian, not wanting to let the Gardner sibling see him at arguably his weakest.
Spike: what did she say? I thought she left me....
It was meant to be more of a statement than a question, but it slipped out.
color=green]Christian:[/color] What the hell? She never left you.
Chris sighs, rolling his eyes and scratching his head.
Christian: When Mercedes Lewis came out and struck her on the head, and the EMTs told me she had massive internal bleeding and head trauma, I requested the immediate termination of our contracts so I could take care of her. The results of that shot to the head were unpredictable. Some of the doctors...
He hesitates a bit before proceeding.
Christian: You know, Mercedes hit her in a very BAD spot of her head, hence the bleeding and the amnesia, and one of them doctors even told me Aly could die because of it.
Spike slams a fist right through his own dry wall. His anger getting the best of him. This time, he doesn't try to hide his emotions from Christian, instead he lets it all show.
Spike: You don't think that keeps me awake every night?
Christian: Exactly the reason that brings me here today to tell you she's alive, awake and waiting for you. Hell, I can even take you to the hospital she's staying so you can check on her yourself.
Spike: Then why are you still talking?
Spike opens the door and heads out again, not even waiting for Christian. He storms out of the house, obviously in a rush. Chris shakes his head, letting out a smile as he follows Spike, walking up to his motorcycle parked outside. Spike nods to Chris as they both rev their engines and head off, Christian leading the way.
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I know you're going to be sitting at home wondering Alex, wondering about what has happened to the friendship that we had built so long ago, so many years ago.
When I walked into that place, knowing that I'd boned your wife before you even met her.....you accepted me with open arms and welcomed me. It was something that I wasn't expecting, it was something that I didn't even have a hope of expecting.
I fell for it Alex.
I thought that we were going to be the best of friends, that we were going to rise through the ranks together and show people like Charlie Velez and Venom exactly who the talent really was. I thought that we were going to have master-class matches to showcase our talent.
I was a sucker.
You and MGK, you were the two who were really doing all that. I was just the crazy tag along guy, the third wheel. I was the nut job who wanted to be more hardcore than anyone else, I was the guy who tried to put Kevin Hardaway on the map.
Yep, it's all my fault.
Overdrive was where the cool kids hung out, the anti-Young Guns. The rebels who fought against everything the federation wanted them to be, or at least....that’s what it was supposed to be. Instead it turned out to be you and MGK just making fun of my matches with Mark Evil....yeah.
Yeah, we were the best of friends.
The thing is Alex, you are right though. That night when I first captured the World Heavyweight Title during that places prime....you came down to celebrate with me. To the naïve you were there to celebrate with a friend, but I'm not stupid. I'm not the innocent kid trying to make a name for himself like you always thought I was. I'm a monster, I'm a friggin' machine.....I'm what the kids today call “old school” I knew exactly what it was Alex. I knew you for the power hungry, attention seeking whore that you really where. You couldn't handle the fact that not only did I win the world title before you, but that I overshadowed your own title victory that night by capturing it. So you decided to come down to the ring and soak up some of my attention, some of the cheers and adoration that I had earned.
That night opened my eyes Alex. That night when I was supposed to be on top of the world, with millions of people watching my finally ascend to the top of this business legitimately for the first time. I instead was nursing a growing doubt, a seed of suspicion that had taken root in my mind. It was that night back in 2006 that the grudge first started to form Alex...
And I know exactly how to hold a grudge.
Then of course there was the second time I managed to capture that championship, from my own brother mind. I captured the championship a second time and proved all the naysayers wrong. Proved to them all that I really was the real deal and that I was going to be a superstar of the future, whether they liked it or not. What was the first thing you did?
Did you congratulate me? Did you make some show of respect?
No.
You demanded to be the first person in line for a title shot.
Nice.
That's how much of a friend you really where.
Why did you do that Alex? Why face me in some pathetic attempt at dick measuring to face off with me because your career had taken a nose dive. Because you thought you could take me? Is that what it was? Because you thought that I was an easy victory, and an easy route for you to the world championship? Tell me Alex, what kind of friend thinks that way, what kind of person could even have the audacity to call themselves a friend if their brain made them think things like that?
The truth of it all, is that you didn't care about me. You never thought of me as a friend......Alex Jones, only cares about Alex Jones.
Hell AJ, we've all been subject to your on screen antics with that friggin' whore of a wife and being upset because SHE captured a world heavyweight title before you! It's all you care about, isn't it Alex? You have to be the top dog, you have to be the champ. If someone else does it, you turn bitter all of a sudden. You give them the cold shoulder, and of course do anything that you can to try and steal the thunder, the limelight if you will.
Remember the times you bailed on me Alex? Huh?
When we formed The New Blood, Kevin, You, and I. We were supposed to be ushering in a new era in this business, we were supposed to be sticking it to the man and the old guys who wouldn't give up their spots. Soon as some trouble came along, you bailed on us. You had bigger fish to fry, you had something that was going to give you a chance in the spotlight, you had a feud with MGK. What about when we tried to bring Overdrive back? Huh? The thousands you made me spend on advertising campaigns, buying the rights for old promos to air them to hype it all up. Then you bail on me again! I end up running Overdrive with some dude I had a couple of matches with and really disliked...
All you have ever done is treat me like crap.
Then my life starts to fall apart right before my eyes and almost everyone who cared or showed interest in me just upped sticks and left. Your dick of a wife took part in screwing up the love of my life's head....and I'm left to suffer because of it....
Did you come an see me?
Did you even send me a text or an email?
Hell, did you even send me a tweet?
No. Kyle, Rob, they made the effort to show they cared. You went about your business like nothing mattered...then you stuck your nose in my business and actually try to claim to be the hero coming to stop the big bad monster? You claim to be the friend stopping me from going too far, and keeping me off the dark path I'm starring down?
No Alex....what you saw, was Spike Kane about to go on the warpath, and after crashing out of the Road to the Gold, in the first round I may add., you needed something to grab that attention from the people around the world. To try and weasel your way back into the world title scene, and who better than a former world champion, triple crown champion, hall of fame member...and the up and up, and trying to earn himself a world title shot...
No Alex....you're not the hero here. You're not the white knight saving a friend from certain peril.
You're just a leech.
An attention whore.
So play your cards Alex, make the excuses....but do not even begin to think that I'm not going to hold back on you, or even show you the slightest bit of sympathy.
I'm going to f*cking destroy you.
~~~
After what seems to be an endless trip to the hospital, cruising through the disturbing pearly white hallways of the care center we see Christian Gardner and Spike Kane, the latter clearly way more concerned than the former. The duo walks through the corridors of the intensive care sectors until they reach a room labelled with a number - irrelevant data for the nearly desperate Spike, that longed to see his girlfriend ever since Battlegrounds.
Christian: She's here.
Spike takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, before opening it. Seeing Alysson sitting up on the bed resting her head against the pillow.
Spike: Oh my god...
She snaps to turn hearing Spike's voice and seeing the tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.
The redhead across the room takes her time recognizing the face in front of her, blinking once, twice, letting her memory come back to her...
Alysson: M-Michael!
Spike breaks into the fastest short sprint in record as he bolts across the room to the bed where she is half lying, half sitting and grabs her in a huge cuddle in the softest way humanly possible.
Spike: Aly, oh my God....I thought you had left me....
Spike buries his face in her red hair, trying his hardest not to completely break down, just as Christian peaks his head through the door. Alysson hugs Spike back, and the God of Xtreme can tell she's making a huge effort controlling every of her movements as she hugs him lovably, though moving herself rather slowly. It steadily grows into a tight hug.
Alysson: Bee-ess. Could never leave you.
Spike can't even talk at this point, he's so built up with emotion. Joy, elation, and love being with Alysson, but at the same time he is plagued with thoughts of who emptied the house and left the note. Who is behind it all?
Spike: I....I love you.
Alysson: If there was one thing I never forgot was just how much I love YOU.
She speaks it ever so softly, taking her time with each word. Spike feels the guilt sinking ever so deeply now, the anger he had felt towards Alysson, the feeling of abandonment still stung.
Spike: I'm not leaving here. I'm going to stay here with you until you can come home, then I'm never leaving your side until you're back to full health......even if you want to go to Paris....I mean it.
Alysson: Paris?
Aly asks, clearly strangling the question. Spike takes an instinctive peek at Chris, who motions him to never mind Aly's birthplace... Something she seems not having remembered yet.
Alysson: I don't need to go anywhere.
Spike: We don't need to, because I'm staying here with you.....OK?
He grabs her hands and holds them in his, looking into her eyes, trying to see if she genuinely understands and partly, if she believes him.
Aly then smiles at him and nods.
Alysson: I'm leaving this place soon. And then I'll get back to the rings the way I'm supposed to.
Spike pulls a weird face, as if he doesn't think Alysson is talking sense. He simply hugs her again, sitting down next to her on the bed and leaning back with her. Alysson rests her red head on his chest and places a hand on it as the two simply embrace, and start the healing process. Christian, being the stand up guy that he is nods at Spike and then closes the door to give them some alone time.