Post by Spike Kane on Oct 30, 2011 7:43:21 GMT -6
Home and Away
I look at you Alex, and I'm being brutally honest here....if I take a step back and look at this from the angle it's been spun as. A friend trying to save another friend from this horrible path..
My heart bleeds for you.
And this isn't me being sarcastic, not in the slightest. This isn't me trying to make fun of you, or belittle you, or anything of the sort. It's just me watching the latest episode of Home and Away, and thinking “Gee, that Alex guy really loves that Spike guy. What a pal!”
Face-palm.
Yeah....f*ck you Alex.
You actually expect me to sit here and buy that soap opera crap? I mean, who are you trying to convince? Me or you? Do you actually believe what you are saying? I mean....you really whole heartedly believe that you are the good guy in this trying to save the afflicted man and save my....what? Soul? My soul?
I'm not a white hat Alex. I never said I was. I'm a mean, horrible, nasty, bastard.....and I'm fine with that. Being the way I am, being who I am has gotten me to where I am in life. I've stumbled, yes, I've fallen, yes.....I've fallen harder than most, but did you ever think it was because I had further to fall? You know the saying....right? You must have used it in one of your over the top cliché promos...”The bigger they are, the harder they fall” and to be honest, as far as nCw is concerned you don't get much bigger than Spike Kane without dragging retired superstars back into the ring.
You know you want this match as much as I do Alex. You can slag me off, you can fall back into your pathetic old promo style and real off who you have beaten, and who you haven't, what titles you have won, and what I haven't except...
Oh yeah, I captured the National Title in just over a month of being in nCw. What in the blue hell took you so long?
Pfft....nevermind. Alex, you say one thing about me and then go and do exactly the same thing that you've accused me of. I was scared of MGK? That is why I had some amazing matches with him? That is why it took THE ENTIRE TEAM OF DARKSIDE to cost me my match against him?
Correct me if I'm wrong here Alex, but the two of you thought you were better than me, you thought that I was below you. Just like high school in fact, and yes I was immature back then. I didn't know much about how this business worked.....but you two were the cool kids, and I was the loser you hung out with to make yourselves look better. That is, until I won the Rumble. I also remember eliminating you!
Where were the jokes then? If you're so much better than me shouldn't you have won? Shouldn't you have gone on to have an amazing time limit draw with Venom, and defeat another Young Gun at the biggest stage of them all to become World Champion?
Oh no, Spike didn't mean sh*t back then did he? Spike was a coward, a chickensh*t.
I lost my title because I was a fighting champion. Our match ended in a draw, and that didn't seem fair to me, so I offered Kanyon a rematch the very next week. He beat me, I accepted my loss and moved on. I captured that title during that company's prime, just like I did right here in nCw. I took it from a man who's laces you aren't even fight to tie. I've thrived on competition Alex. I've evolved, matured. I've had to change things up, and adapt.....because it's what I do. It's why I'm in the Hall of Fame, and one of the most respected people to ever step through these doors.
And you are not.
You have the audacity to call me stale? Yet you are spitting exactly the same promos you were seven years ago. MGK, Venom, Velez? They mean sweet f*ck all here. Yeah, they might have been big shots somewhere down the line....but not here Alex. Here is where the name Joe Everyman holds more weight. Which should really burrow deep into your brain and for once in your life make you just..
Shut the f*ck up!
~~~~
We open up on the almost picturesque view of Boston as the sun goes down. It's only almost because it's raining, not just normal rain though, it's like it's pissing down. Spike Kane be seen at the top of some hill overlooking a small town part of the city, his truck under the roof of a garage as he sits in the pick up section leaning backwards as an old Pennywise CD plays in the background.
“To our best friend,
Present past and beyond
Even though they weren't with us too long
Your life is the most precious thing that we could lose
While you were here the fun was never-ending
Laugh a minute only the beginning”
Spike has his hands behind his head, clearly paying attention to the lyrics when a loud bang of someone slapping his truck startles him. The music seems to quieten down as Spike launches to his feet and hops over the side of the truck to come face to face with the source of the noise.
“Hello Son”
Conrad freakin' Kane stands there. With a sh*t-eating grin that could put Alex Jones' to shame.
Spike: I told you....this isn't going to work like that. We are not a family.
Conrad: I know Michael....but you are still my son.
Spike seems to be trying not to lose his temper as he glares at his old man. The man who put him through so much that it's a surprise Spike hasn't killed him already.
Spike: I'm not your son. I'm your creation.
Conrad stops for a second and seems to chuckle to himself, as if admitting that Spike is right. Of course, Spike doesn't need him to, he already knows he is right.
Conrad: OK then. Let's just get to business, that is what you want, right?
Spike: It's not like I called you up for some twisted family reunion.
Conrad: Ah, sharp wit. I knew I did something ri-
Spike snaps in a second and grabs Conrad by the collars of his jacket and slams him right up against the truck. We've seen Spike lose it a few times on nCw TV so we know the warning signals and this right here is pretty damn close to losing it.
Spike: For the last time. This....is a business relationship. Outside of that? I want nothing to do with you.
Conrad puts his hands up, admitting defeat. Spike loosens his grip before he manages to gain control of his temper and lets go of his father.
Conrad: So....you still think this Jones kid is the key to it all? To getting back on top?
Spike: Yes. Alex and I have more history than anyone else in this company.....it's a fountain of knowledge almost.
Conrad: But he isn't a former world champion.
Spike: I know. He's like what Dave Holland used to be....something like most respected wrestler to never win the world title or some crap. It's just something he needs to tell himself to make himself feel better.
Conrad manoeuvres himself a little to look Spike right in the eyes.
Conrad: And you swear that you do not think of this man as a friend? That you will be able to go through with it when the time comes?
Spike hesitates. Clearly Alex's comments had hit a nerve, struck something that maybe Alex was trying to so vainly. Spike shakes his head, and shrugs.
Spike: Alex is dead to me.
Conrad: No! Hold on to that emotion, use it! Your emotions have always been your strong point. People always tell you to fight your emotions, to think things through and then act. Look at where you are, you would never be here if you did that. You are a spur of the moment kind of person, you react instantly, you don't meticulous plan out every response....you don't cut a promo that replies to everything the other person said to you....you fight back, with fire in your eyes and vengeance on your tongue. Hold on to your hatred, and tomorrow night....
Spike: He will die.
Conrad: Exactly.
Spike sneers at the camera, his eyes looking dark and sunken. It's clear that no amount of reasoning will stop the current course of action, and if Spike really does have his way.....we should all feel sorry for Alex Jones. We fade now on the sound of two conspirators laughing as the sun finally dips into darkness.
~~~
Sympathy for the devil huh? Christian comes to tell me that the love of my life didn't leave me.
OH NOES!@” SPIKE PULLED THE SYMPATHY CARD!”@”£rrVEWQ LOLZORS!
You motherf*cking hypocrite.
Oh Tanya! I haven't heard you for years? What's that? You care about Spike!? I know....it sucks. You haven't spoken to him for years. You hid the son that you had with him for SIX F*CKING YEARS, and then when Spike finally found out, the poor kid's heart ended up giving out on him, and what did you do? You blamed it on Spike!
Oh yeah, she really cares. C*nt!
Alex....it's like you don't even know me at all man. Like you just saw some retarded reflection of yourself when you looked at me, instead of actually seeing me. Yes, I'm self absorbed, yes, I want to be the best, and yes....I think I'm better than you. I've proven it before Alex, I've beaten you in hardcore matches, submission matches, and multi-man matches galore. I have nothing to prove here.....you are the one that wants to save me.
You are the person who has something to prove.
I'm cold, and calculating....which, doesn't insult me at all. It's what I do, and I'm not sure you've noticed Alex because it wasn't all about you, so obviously you wouldn't have been watching....since I came to nCw, I threw my white hat in the trash and I've have had more success than you could even dream of. Without having to pander to the fans, or be the poster child for nCw and whatever campaign it's running at the time. I was, and am, free. I can do what I want, whenever I want.
I can insult you're pathetic dead brother.
And nobody will say anything about it, because people know not to get on the wrong side of me. The fact that you try and make fun of my addictions, is hilarious. What kind of man would belittle the very thing that killed his brother? Christ....you rag on Brad so much, why? Are you jealous that my brother is still here?
When was the last time you had a match of the year, Alex?
When was the last time people rooted for you? That people actually wanted you to win? Yeah....it's been a while right? People may want you to beat me at Road to the Gold, but it's just not going to happen. You just don't have the cutting edge any more Alex. You've lost whatever edge you did have and replaced it with ovaries or something, with your overly sentimental crap.
Let me say this to you one more time, and hope that it burrows deep enough to register in your peanut of a brain...
I am not your friend.
You are not mine....
Where were you when Falcon took me out and injured me?
Where were you when I over dosed and almost died?
Where were you when I fell hard to my addiction?
Where were you when I had to fight for the rights to my own name and likeness?
Where the f*ck were you when my wife left me and took my son?
You're not a friend Alex. You just pretend you are because it makes good TV. Yeah, we used to be friends, we used to have fun....but like you said Alex, I thought it was high school, and like most high school jocks....you just haven't moved on. I've left that behind and become better, and better....you're the same old jock stuck in the same old routine.
I am the God of Xtreme, and at Road to the Gold, I'll give you a taste to remind you exactly what that means, and whether you want to or not Alex...
You will Hail!
I look at you Alex, and I'm being brutally honest here....if I take a step back and look at this from the angle it's been spun as. A friend trying to save another friend from this horrible path..
My heart bleeds for you.
And this isn't me being sarcastic, not in the slightest. This isn't me trying to make fun of you, or belittle you, or anything of the sort. It's just me watching the latest episode of Home and Away, and thinking “Gee, that Alex guy really loves that Spike guy. What a pal!”
Face-palm.
Yeah....f*ck you Alex.
You actually expect me to sit here and buy that soap opera crap? I mean, who are you trying to convince? Me or you? Do you actually believe what you are saying? I mean....you really whole heartedly believe that you are the good guy in this trying to save the afflicted man and save my....what? Soul? My soul?
I'm not a white hat Alex. I never said I was. I'm a mean, horrible, nasty, bastard.....and I'm fine with that. Being the way I am, being who I am has gotten me to where I am in life. I've stumbled, yes, I've fallen, yes.....I've fallen harder than most, but did you ever think it was because I had further to fall? You know the saying....right? You must have used it in one of your over the top cliché promos...”The bigger they are, the harder they fall” and to be honest, as far as nCw is concerned you don't get much bigger than Spike Kane without dragging retired superstars back into the ring.
You know you want this match as much as I do Alex. You can slag me off, you can fall back into your pathetic old promo style and real off who you have beaten, and who you haven't, what titles you have won, and what I haven't except...
Oh yeah, I captured the National Title in just over a month of being in nCw. What in the blue hell took you so long?
Pfft....nevermind. Alex, you say one thing about me and then go and do exactly the same thing that you've accused me of. I was scared of MGK? That is why I had some amazing matches with him? That is why it took THE ENTIRE TEAM OF DARKSIDE to cost me my match against him?
Correct me if I'm wrong here Alex, but the two of you thought you were better than me, you thought that I was below you. Just like high school in fact, and yes I was immature back then. I didn't know much about how this business worked.....but you two were the cool kids, and I was the loser you hung out with to make yourselves look better. That is, until I won the Rumble. I also remember eliminating you!
Where were the jokes then? If you're so much better than me shouldn't you have won? Shouldn't you have gone on to have an amazing time limit draw with Venom, and defeat another Young Gun at the biggest stage of them all to become World Champion?
Oh no, Spike didn't mean sh*t back then did he? Spike was a coward, a chickensh*t.
I lost my title because I was a fighting champion. Our match ended in a draw, and that didn't seem fair to me, so I offered Kanyon a rematch the very next week. He beat me, I accepted my loss and moved on. I captured that title during that company's prime, just like I did right here in nCw. I took it from a man who's laces you aren't even fight to tie. I've thrived on competition Alex. I've evolved, matured. I've had to change things up, and adapt.....because it's what I do. It's why I'm in the Hall of Fame, and one of the most respected people to ever step through these doors.
And you are not.
You have the audacity to call me stale? Yet you are spitting exactly the same promos you were seven years ago. MGK, Venom, Velez? They mean sweet f*ck all here. Yeah, they might have been big shots somewhere down the line....but not here Alex. Here is where the name Joe Everyman holds more weight. Which should really burrow deep into your brain and for once in your life make you just..
Shut the f*ck up!
~~~~
We open up on the almost picturesque view of Boston as the sun goes down. It's only almost because it's raining, not just normal rain though, it's like it's pissing down. Spike Kane be seen at the top of some hill overlooking a small town part of the city, his truck under the roof of a garage as he sits in the pick up section leaning backwards as an old Pennywise CD plays in the background.
“To our best friend,
Present past and beyond
Even though they weren't with us too long
Your life is the most precious thing that we could lose
While you were here the fun was never-ending
Laugh a minute only the beginning”
Spike has his hands behind his head, clearly paying attention to the lyrics when a loud bang of someone slapping his truck startles him. The music seems to quieten down as Spike launches to his feet and hops over the side of the truck to come face to face with the source of the noise.
“Hello Son”
Conrad freakin' Kane stands there. With a sh*t-eating grin that could put Alex Jones' to shame.
Spike: I told you....this isn't going to work like that. We are not a family.
Conrad: I know Michael....but you are still my son.
Spike seems to be trying not to lose his temper as he glares at his old man. The man who put him through so much that it's a surprise Spike hasn't killed him already.
Spike: I'm not your son. I'm your creation.
Conrad stops for a second and seems to chuckle to himself, as if admitting that Spike is right. Of course, Spike doesn't need him to, he already knows he is right.
Conrad: OK then. Let's just get to business, that is what you want, right?
Spike: It's not like I called you up for some twisted family reunion.
Conrad: Ah, sharp wit. I knew I did something ri-
Spike snaps in a second and grabs Conrad by the collars of his jacket and slams him right up against the truck. We've seen Spike lose it a few times on nCw TV so we know the warning signals and this right here is pretty damn close to losing it.
Spike: For the last time. This....is a business relationship. Outside of that? I want nothing to do with you.
Conrad puts his hands up, admitting defeat. Spike loosens his grip before he manages to gain control of his temper and lets go of his father.
Conrad: So....you still think this Jones kid is the key to it all? To getting back on top?
Spike: Yes. Alex and I have more history than anyone else in this company.....it's a fountain of knowledge almost.
Conrad: But he isn't a former world champion.
Spike: I know. He's like what Dave Holland used to be....something like most respected wrestler to never win the world title or some crap. It's just something he needs to tell himself to make himself feel better.
Conrad manoeuvres himself a little to look Spike right in the eyes.
Conrad: And you swear that you do not think of this man as a friend? That you will be able to go through with it when the time comes?
Spike hesitates. Clearly Alex's comments had hit a nerve, struck something that maybe Alex was trying to so vainly. Spike shakes his head, and shrugs.
Spike: Alex is dead to me.
Conrad: No! Hold on to that emotion, use it! Your emotions have always been your strong point. People always tell you to fight your emotions, to think things through and then act. Look at where you are, you would never be here if you did that. You are a spur of the moment kind of person, you react instantly, you don't meticulous plan out every response....you don't cut a promo that replies to everything the other person said to you....you fight back, with fire in your eyes and vengeance on your tongue. Hold on to your hatred, and tomorrow night....
Spike: He will die.
Conrad: Exactly.
Spike sneers at the camera, his eyes looking dark and sunken. It's clear that no amount of reasoning will stop the current course of action, and if Spike really does have his way.....we should all feel sorry for Alex Jones. We fade now on the sound of two conspirators laughing as the sun finally dips into darkness.
~~~
Sympathy for the devil huh? Christian comes to tell me that the love of my life didn't leave me.
OH NOES!@” SPIKE PULLED THE SYMPATHY CARD!”@”£rrVEWQ LOLZORS!
You motherf*cking hypocrite.
Oh Tanya! I haven't heard you for years? What's that? You care about Spike!? I know....it sucks. You haven't spoken to him for years. You hid the son that you had with him for SIX F*CKING YEARS, and then when Spike finally found out, the poor kid's heart ended up giving out on him, and what did you do? You blamed it on Spike!
Oh yeah, she really cares. C*nt!
Alex....it's like you don't even know me at all man. Like you just saw some retarded reflection of yourself when you looked at me, instead of actually seeing me. Yes, I'm self absorbed, yes, I want to be the best, and yes....I think I'm better than you. I've proven it before Alex, I've beaten you in hardcore matches, submission matches, and multi-man matches galore. I have nothing to prove here.....you are the one that wants to save me.
You are the person who has something to prove.
I'm cold, and calculating....which, doesn't insult me at all. It's what I do, and I'm not sure you've noticed Alex because it wasn't all about you, so obviously you wouldn't have been watching....since I came to nCw, I threw my white hat in the trash and I've have had more success than you could even dream of. Without having to pander to the fans, or be the poster child for nCw and whatever campaign it's running at the time. I was, and am, free. I can do what I want, whenever I want.
I can insult you're pathetic dead brother.
And nobody will say anything about it, because people know not to get on the wrong side of me. The fact that you try and make fun of my addictions, is hilarious. What kind of man would belittle the very thing that killed his brother? Christ....you rag on Brad so much, why? Are you jealous that my brother is still here?
When was the last time you had a match of the year, Alex?
When was the last time people rooted for you? That people actually wanted you to win? Yeah....it's been a while right? People may want you to beat me at Road to the Gold, but it's just not going to happen. You just don't have the cutting edge any more Alex. You've lost whatever edge you did have and replaced it with ovaries or something, with your overly sentimental crap.
Let me say this to you one more time, and hope that it burrows deep enough to register in your peanut of a brain...
I am not your friend.
You are not mine....
Where were you when Falcon took me out and injured me?
Where were you when I over dosed and almost died?
Where were you when I fell hard to my addiction?
Where were you when I had to fight for the rights to my own name and likeness?
Where the f*ck were you when my wife left me and took my son?
You're not a friend Alex. You just pretend you are because it makes good TV. Yeah, we used to be friends, we used to have fun....but like you said Alex, I thought it was high school, and like most high school jocks....you just haven't moved on. I've left that behind and become better, and better....you're the same old jock stuck in the same old routine.
I am the God of Xtreme, and at Road to the Gold, I'll give you a taste to remind you exactly what that means, and whether you want to or not Alex...
You will Hail!