Post by Spike Kane on Dec 27, 2011 6:16:19 GMT -6
People have tried me in this match up through my entire career. People have thought that they had the brass, that they had what it took to dethrone the God of Xtreme in his very own match type. Very.....VERY...few people have even come close.
I have carved a brutal legacy through my fifteen year long career, I've hurt a lot of people, broken a lot of people....and ended careers.
So has my baby.....so has the Dragon's Den. So much so that it has become entwined with nCw's own history....it's own brutal past that has been etched into the history books of nCw and this business....with the blood of it's victims, of the people who have fought in this terrible structure....
What a fitting match...because Alex, it's time to leave a lasting impression on you, and your career, like it has mine....it will drive it home, and only one of us is walking away from this match Alex. Only one of us is going to survive....and I will do every single thing within my power to be that one person, to be the sole survivor....
And to make you, finally....hail!
~~~
[/color]I have carved a brutal legacy through my fifteen year long career, I've hurt a lot of people, broken a lot of people....and ended careers.
So has my baby.....so has the Dragon's Den. So much so that it has become entwined with nCw's own history....it's own brutal past that has been etched into the history books of nCw and this business....with the blood of it's victims, of the people who have fought in this terrible structure....
What a fitting match...because Alex, it's time to leave a lasting impression on you, and your career, like it has mine....it will drive it home, and only one of us is walking away from this match Alex. Only one of us is going to survive....and I will do every single thing within my power to be that one person, to be the sole survivor....
And to make you, finally....hail!
~~~
We open up on the often visited loft home of Spike Kane, that one with the amazing view of the Boston skyline. We see Spike Kane standing on the balcony looking out at the city as the sun starts to set. He has a bottle of beer in his fingers just swinging it a little as he leans over the balcony just casually staring out.
“So they’re letting you have one more match?”
Spike doesn’t move as the voice comes out of the darkness, instead he just stays focused on the amazing view and takes a simple sip of his beer. Almost as if he ignored the ominous voice from the dark.
“Yep, they’re letting the Den match go ahead, but they’ve told me it’s my last match. I can no longer compete in New Championship Wrestling, or any other company for that matter due to my deteriating mental state……no thanks to you of course.”
Spike turns and leans his back against the railing, turning to face the source of the voice that slowly steps into the light. Not like any of you didn’t expect it, but the man who warped Spike’s body and mind stands before us, looking out to the balcony at his son, the man is Conrad Christopher Kane.
“What can I say my Son? I moulded you into the man you are today….”
Spike lets out a sight of disbelief, and smirks cocking his head a little bit as a slight bit of laughter escapes from his mouth. He stares at his father and shakes his head a little.
“You like to think that you moulded me, but all you ever did was punish me. Punish me for the failure that you were, as a father, as a husband….as a man. You put all of that onto me, and why? Because you liked me more than Bradley? Because you had a feeling I was destined for greatness and he wasn’t? Well you were wrong….”
Spike steps forward off the balcony now and takes another meaningful sip of his beer, glaring at his father now as he moves into the house.
“Brad made something of himself, despite everyone saying he never would. He holds god knows how many match of the year awards he’s won….he’s reached the top of the mountain and claimed a world heavyweight championship. The complete opposite of what you said, of what you planned….and better than that? He got out. He got out, and did it on his own terms. Something I have never had the chance to do….”
Almost as if he was bitter at his brother for escaping the world of wrestling relatively unharmed mentally or physically. He looked down at the floor and took a moment to control himself, noticing the scar on his hand as he did so. He closed his fits and felt the scar, almost as if remembering the touch of a loved one.
“Hey. It isn’t my fault that you have a habit of losing control, losing focus! Crying over the whore who left you and the devil spawn she took with her!”
SMACK!
Spike reacted on instinct and slammed a fist right into Conrad’s nose, Conrad stumbled backwards and Spike pressed the advantage grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and slamming him into the wall.
“You can say whatever the hell you want about Brad, about Freya, about me, hell even Mom….but you do NOT ever mention him….EVER! Do you f*cking here me?”
The look of fear in Conrad’s eyes was enough of an answer for Spike. The rage building up inside of him was immense and he was mere moments away from unleashing it on his own flesh and blood, on his father, the man who actually did, to some extent….mould him into the monster he had become. Spike turned away from his father and looked down at his hands again, they were shaking. A knock at the door distracted him enough to turn his attention elsewhere. Spike went to answer and found his twin brother staring back at him.
“Mike….we need to talk”
Spike smiled at his brother, even considering the serious tone in his voice and opened the door to let him in. He turned to face Conrad to see his reaction to Brad’s entrance, but Conrad had gone, like a ghost he had just disappeared. Spike frowned a little before he closed the door and walked into the room to talk with his brother.
~~~
It’s been a long road Alex. It’s been hard, it’s been painful, but there have been moments of fun. Moments that I had shoved out of my mind because I wanted to hurt you, because I wanted to make sure you felt the same pain that I was in. The pain that people were ignoring, because deep down nobody really cared, and that? That is probably what hurt the most.
Week in week out I give everything I have for this business. I give everything I have for this company. Yes, it’s true I’ve had my issues with the front office here in nCw, but I’ve never hid that fact. I’ve never lied about it and tried to pretend it was something else. I called them out when they mistreated me and they felt otherwise, so I left. Simple thing to do, a man of my stature can get a highly paid job almost anywhere.
Where it not for Davey Boone I never would have gone elsewhere though, because the temptation never would have been there, so maybe he is to blame for offering me what nCw had failed to do so? But then at the same time I never would have come to nCw had Davey Boone not recruited me in the first place, so….maybe it’s a little of the pot calling the kettle black, but it’s irrelevant now. Look at where I stand, at the pinnacle of this company. Many people had tipped me to get a World Title shot soon, others had me pegged as the favourite to win the Riot and go on and challenge Xander for the world title in an epic saga, but the sad truth is….that none of that is going to happen, because the Age of Spike is coming to an end.
A sad pitiful end.
And does anybody care? Has anybody even thought about what this place would be like without Spike Kane? What would this place be like had Spike Kane never walked through those doors four years ago? I can tell you one thing for certain….half of the current roster never would have come here. That includes you Alex, and I know that you believe me when I say that too. I’m not taking claim for anything the likes of yourself, The Brothers Holland, Brad, Joe Everyman, or even The Young Guns have done, not at all….you’d probably all have done similar things, just not here in nCw.
So am I bitter that I’m being forced out again? F*ck yes I am. Am I bitter that nobody gives a crap? F*ck yes I am. I mean something to this business, I mean something to this company and to this very day I have never received the respect I truly deserve, the people out the back make snidey comments behind my back too afraid to say them to my face because they know that no matter what they say, no matter how many jokes they make about me, or how many website threads they make to mock me….when we clash in the ring? I always bring it harder than anyone else. I push people to their A game and have been doing so ever since I walked through that door in 2007 and put No Warning Shot on notice. I came here and lit this place on fire, I showed people what could happen if you put your mind to it.
I became the first person to win a hardcore barbed wire cage match against , the first person to win a Dragon’s Den match, the second ever national champion, the second ever world champion, the second ever hall of fame inductee. I have more awards from 2007 than most people ever gain in their entire life. I came in and pushed nCw to the next level, and now…..now I have to bow out.
I’m not going to bitch, I’m not going to whine, or even complain.
Yes it hurts that nobody gives a f*ck…
But to be given one last chance, one last match against someone who is in that upper echelon of performers in the very match that I created and brought to nCw which was seen life in some way shape or form every year since….
Well, it’s an honor.
~~~
[/color]It’s been a long road Alex. It’s been hard, it’s been painful, but there have been moments of fun. Moments that I had shoved out of my mind because I wanted to hurt you, because I wanted to make sure you felt the same pain that I was in. The pain that people were ignoring, because deep down nobody really cared, and that? That is probably what hurt the most.
Week in week out I give everything I have for this business. I give everything I have for this company. Yes, it’s true I’ve had my issues with the front office here in nCw, but I’ve never hid that fact. I’ve never lied about it and tried to pretend it was something else. I called them out when they mistreated me and they felt otherwise, so I left. Simple thing to do, a man of my stature can get a highly paid job almost anywhere.
Where it not for Davey Boone I never would have gone elsewhere though, because the temptation never would have been there, so maybe he is to blame for offering me what nCw had failed to do so? But then at the same time I never would have come to nCw had Davey Boone not recruited me in the first place, so….maybe it’s a little of the pot calling the kettle black, but it’s irrelevant now. Look at where I stand, at the pinnacle of this company. Many people had tipped me to get a World Title shot soon, others had me pegged as the favourite to win the Riot and go on and challenge Xander for the world title in an epic saga, but the sad truth is….that none of that is going to happen, because the Age of Spike is coming to an end.
A sad pitiful end.
And does anybody care? Has anybody even thought about what this place would be like without Spike Kane? What would this place be like had Spike Kane never walked through those doors four years ago? I can tell you one thing for certain….half of the current roster never would have come here. That includes you Alex, and I know that you believe me when I say that too. I’m not taking claim for anything the likes of yourself, The Brothers Holland, Brad, Joe Everyman, or even The Young Guns have done, not at all….you’d probably all have done similar things, just not here in nCw.
So am I bitter that I’m being forced out again? F*ck yes I am. Am I bitter that nobody gives a crap? F*ck yes I am. I mean something to this business, I mean something to this company and to this very day I have never received the respect I truly deserve, the people out the back make snidey comments behind my back too afraid to say them to my face because they know that no matter what they say, no matter how many jokes they make about me, or how many website threads they make to mock me….when we clash in the ring? I always bring it harder than anyone else. I push people to their A game and have been doing so ever since I walked through that door in 2007 and put No Warning Shot on notice. I came here and lit this place on fire, I showed people what could happen if you put your mind to it.
I became the first person to win a hardcore barbed wire cage match against , the first person to win a Dragon’s Den match, the second ever national champion, the second ever world champion, the second ever hall of fame inductee. I have more awards from 2007 than most people ever gain in their entire life. I came in and pushed nCw to the next level, and now…..now I have to bow out.
I’m not going to bitch, I’m not going to whine, or even complain.
Yes it hurts that nobody gives a f*ck…
But to be given one last chance, one last match against someone who is in that upper echelon of performers in the very match that I created and brought to nCw which was seen life in some way shape or form every year since….
Well, it’s an honor.
~~~
The tension in the air could be felt quite easily as Brad sat down on the sofa and looked at the empty beer bottle that his brother had placed on the table, single bottle, not two, not a six pack or anything like that, just one.
“So, you broke the whole pledge then?”
Spike sighed, clearly not in the mood for an argument with his brother at this time. He grabbed the bottle and threw it into the recycling bucket. He then turned to face his brother.
“My life is falling apart around me OK? I’m allowed to have a drink or two. I’m not drunk, I just wanted a beer, OK? I am an adult!”
Brad raises his hands, he obviously didn’t mean or want to cause any kind of argument betweein himself and Spike and he stood up placing a hand on Spike’s shoulder.
“Look bro, I’m not preaching. You want to drink? Then awesome, we’ll go to a bar, but….this whole thing that’s going down. We need to talk about it, everything is crushing you and you know for a fact that they were right to call into question your mental state.”
Spike for the briefest of seconds flashes pure rage as his eyes lock with his brother before the penny drops and he realises that his brother is right. Everything that has happened over the last year has pushed Spike further and further down the path, and he is starting to dislike the person he has become.
“You’re right….but, I don’t know what to do”
He looked to Brad almost asking for help, his eyes pleading for his brother to pull him out of the deep end that he had found himself in, torn to pieces by his memories, by his guilt and the pain he felt on a daily basis.
“I know it sucks that they’re pulling you….but trust me, you’d rather go that way than my way. It isn’t nice knowing you can’t do it anymore….so, you know what? You need to go into that ring on Sunday and give Alex the best match he has ever had. Something that will be remembered throughout the history of nCw and be talked about for years to come. The final match of The Spiked One, The God of Xtreme….the Dragon’s Den to end all Dragon’s Den….and win or lose? You hold your head up high and be thankful for the way they react to you….”
Brad seems to be in his element, almost as if he’s telling Spike how it should have been done before, to not take it for granted because this retirement is real and it isn’t a publicity stunt or a storyline excuse for the disappearance of a character, Spike was really hanging up the boots.
“Thank you….”
The two brothers smile at each other and they embrace in the family style hug that’s been waiting for them for so long. So many battles had been fought, harsh words had been said, but we all know that at the end of the day, family come first, Spike was finally starting to realise that.
Fade.
