Post by Spike Kane on Sept 5, 2007 17:57:03 GMT -6
(ooc: this is a joint rp between Spike Kane and Reckless Jack)
The scene opens up on the streets of Boston. We see a man walking down the street with baggy trousers and a hoodie on, a Boston Celtics hoodie on. He walks into O'Reilly's bar and the camera follows him. He walks into the place and walks right upto the bar, garnering a few dodgey looks from some of the locals due to his attire. The man pulls down his hood to reveal the face of the much loved, and much..wait, constantly talked about God of Xtreme, Spike Kane. Spike takes a seat at the bar as the bartender walks over.
Spike: Pint of Guinness and a shot of whiskey...
The bartender goes about his business and begins pouring the pint as somebody approaches Spike, taking a seat to the side of him.
Man: I'll have a soda... Mountain Dew...
As the seconds pass the two men look towards each other.
Man: What in the hell are you doing in Boston?
Spike smirks at the man.
Spike: I thought I'd drop by to see the remnants of my family....whats the matter, can't you drink like a man anymore?
Man: I take it you haven't heard.
Spike: Heard what Jack? Did....did Lucy try to kill you again!?
Now that we know it's Reckless Jack, it makes a bit of difference. He still doesn't face Spike but instead stares off into space
Reckless Jack: No, not that... my son is dead, much like your's.
For a brief moment Spike seems caught at the sudden memory of his son, caught between his own emotions and that of Jack's...
Spike: I'm sorry bro...I didn't know man...Does Freya know?
Jack shakes his head no before taking a drink of his soda.
Reckless Jack: You're the first person I've told outside of my girlfriend. He did in a car crash, ****ing drunks.
Spike stops midway through sipping his Guinness, a look of guilt coming across his face.
Spike: Did the guy stop? Like did he get sent to prison or something?
Reckless Jack: No... there was no real evidence. He walked. The mother****er that killed my son walked away without as much as a slap on the damn wrist.
Spike visibly looks sick to his stomach, he pushes the alcoholic beverage away from him as he looks at Jack. The poor guy. Spike had dealt with the loss of his own son, but he didn't know how to act at all.
Spike: Well, just so you know. I'm here for you bro, and you know...if you just happen to let slip who this motherfúcker was...something might...accidentally happen to him...know what I'm saying?
Reckless Jack: Killing him wouldn't bring back my son. It's pointless Spike. Utterly pointless. On the flip side though, I have a little girl now.
Spike: Sweet **** man...obviously the term "family" doesnt really mean much to you does it? It's not like you don't have my contact numbers or anything...you jackass...whats her name?
Reckless Jack: The last I knew we weren't speaking since you wanted to kill me and all. Regardless... her name is Sarah Rebecca Wallace. I just doesn't feel right using the name of Kane.
Spike reacts a little oddly to this, rolling his tongue in his cheek, he rounds on Jack.
Spike: Oh I see...the family name isn't good enough for the spawn of Brad Wallace huh?
Jack chuckles a bit before taking another drink of his soda.
Reckless Jack: No, of course not. I am better then you or have you forgotten?
Spike's fist clench
Spike: What was that little brother, care to say that a little bit clearer?
Reckless Jack: I didn't stutter Spike. I just told you I am better then you. You know for a ***damn fact I am.
Spike stands up, bearing down on Reckless Jack.
Spike: You listen to me you stuck up, self pitying peice of crap...I seem to remember be the one standing tall in the ring holding the XHF Title...huh?
Reckless Jack doesn't look at his brother.
Reckless Jack: You may have me on that but who did you lose the title to? You lost it to the butt of everyone's jokes, AJ Pheonix. Did you become the first XHF Junior Heavyweight to win the Rumble? Yeah, I didn't think so. Not to mention, who won the Brotherhood vs. NWS War? Yeah, I did. Anything you can come up with Spike, I can trump it.
Spike smirks as he looks at Jack, resisting the urge to smash his face off of the bar.
Spike: You know damn well I walked out of XHF with the Heavyweight Title...I went to WCF with you, I covered for you when you injured yourself...remember Jack? And don't give me this juniorheavyweight bull****...I won the XHF Rumble myself Jack, I've acheived as much in the XHF if not more, as you. Flaunt your accolades Jack, they mean sweet f.a. to me. I've been doing this for longer than I care to think of....your not better than me Jack. Because your smaller than me and you acheived something? Because you don't drink alcohol as some twisted form of protest because some drunken **** ran Chris over? ....get the hell over yourself.
Reckless Jack: Oh Spike... now I remembered why I don't tell you jack ****. Look at yourself your ****ing burning out. What have you done in the past five months that means **** to a bullfrog's ass? You flaked at WCF as I recall, you flaked at XHF as I recall. Don't be giving me this self pity bullhit either. Who supported you when you went for the X*Crown? I did. You stupid ****.
Spike lowers his head, before he takes his seat again, and pulls his drink back over, taking a rather large sip from the glass.
Spike: See....thats why we need to talk more, otherwise this happens all the time, and all these wannabe irish boys are staring at us...
Jack shakes his head before standing up.
Reckless Jack: Mike, **** you. I'm outta here. Don't try to call me again.
Spike smirks his trademark sadistic smirk, as he turns to face Jack, raising his glass.
Spike: Don't drink and drive Jack...it's dangerous...
Reckless Jack flips him off before leaving the bar and slamming the door. Spike however is following him, picking up a nearby beer bottle. Jack stands outside letting out a deep breath before Spike slams him in the back from behind, Spike leans over Jack.
Spike: Your son had a chance at life Jack, a chance you screwed up. My son never had a chance, yet I tried...that's why I'm better than you...you snobby peice of shít. You go from the gutter to being on your high horse....you'll never be better than me Jack, I'm your big brother for a reason...
Spike now stands up tall and begins to pour the beer from the bottle all over Jack, who cries out with a mixed cry of sadness and defiance. When the bottle is empty Spike throws the bottle against the wall and looks down at Jack in disgust, before turning his back and walking off into the Boston streets pulling his hood up. Jack however lays on the floor close to tears, lost in thoughts of his son as patrons from O'Reilly's come out to check on him. Scene fade.
The scene opens up on the streets of Boston. We see a man walking down the street with baggy trousers and a hoodie on, a Boston Celtics hoodie on. He walks into O'Reilly's bar and the camera follows him. He walks into the place and walks right upto the bar, garnering a few dodgey looks from some of the locals due to his attire. The man pulls down his hood to reveal the face of the much loved, and much..wait, constantly talked about God of Xtreme, Spike Kane. Spike takes a seat at the bar as the bartender walks over.
Spike: Pint of Guinness and a shot of whiskey...
The bartender goes about his business and begins pouring the pint as somebody approaches Spike, taking a seat to the side of him.
Man: I'll have a soda... Mountain Dew...
As the seconds pass the two men look towards each other.
Man: What in the hell are you doing in Boston?
Spike smirks at the man.
Spike: I thought I'd drop by to see the remnants of my family....whats the matter, can't you drink like a man anymore?
Man: I take it you haven't heard.
Spike: Heard what Jack? Did....did Lucy try to kill you again!?
Now that we know it's Reckless Jack, it makes a bit of difference. He still doesn't face Spike but instead stares off into space
Reckless Jack: No, not that... my son is dead, much like your's.
For a brief moment Spike seems caught at the sudden memory of his son, caught between his own emotions and that of Jack's...
Spike: I'm sorry bro...I didn't know man...Does Freya know?
Jack shakes his head no before taking a drink of his soda.
Reckless Jack: You're the first person I've told outside of my girlfriend. He did in a car crash, ****ing drunks.
Spike stops midway through sipping his Guinness, a look of guilt coming across his face.
Spike: Did the guy stop? Like did he get sent to prison or something?
Reckless Jack: No... there was no real evidence. He walked. The mother****er that killed my son walked away without as much as a slap on the damn wrist.
Spike visibly looks sick to his stomach, he pushes the alcoholic beverage away from him as he looks at Jack. The poor guy. Spike had dealt with the loss of his own son, but he didn't know how to act at all.
Spike: Well, just so you know. I'm here for you bro, and you know...if you just happen to let slip who this motherfúcker was...something might...accidentally happen to him...know what I'm saying?
Reckless Jack: Killing him wouldn't bring back my son. It's pointless Spike. Utterly pointless. On the flip side though, I have a little girl now.
Spike: Sweet **** man...obviously the term "family" doesnt really mean much to you does it? It's not like you don't have my contact numbers or anything...you jackass...whats her name?
Reckless Jack: The last I knew we weren't speaking since you wanted to kill me and all. Regardless... her name is Sarah Rebecca Wallace. I just doesn't feel right using the name of Kane.
Spike reacts a little oddly to this, rolling his tongue in his cheek, he rounds on Jack.
Spike: Oh I see...the family name isn't good enough for the spawn of Brad Wallace huh?
Jack chuckles a bit before taking another drink of his soda.
Reckless Jack: No, of course not. I am better then you or have you forgotten?
Spike's fist clench
Spike: What was that little brother, care to say that a little bit clearer?
Reckless Jack: I didn't stutter Spike. I just told you I am better then you. You know for a ***damn fact I am.
Spike stands up, bearing down on Reckless Jack.
Spike: You listen to me you stuck up, self pitying peice of crap...I seem to remember be the one standing tall in the ring holding the XHF Title...huh?
Reckless Jack doesn't look at his brother.
Reckless Jack: You may have me on that but who did you lose the title to? You lost it to the butt of everyone's jokes, AJ Pheonix. Did you become the first XHF Junior Heavyweight to win the Rumble? Yeah, I didn't think so. Not to mention, who won the Brotherhood vs. NWS War? Yeah, I did. Anything you can come up with Spike, I can trump it.
Spike smirks as he looks at Jack, resisting the urge to smash his face off of the bar.
Spike: You know damn well I walked out of XHF with the Heavyweight Title...I went to WCF with you, I covered for you when you injured yourself...remember Jack? And don't give me this juniorheavyweight bull****...I won the XHF Rumble myself Jack, I've acheived as much in the XHF if not more, as you. Flaunt your accolades Jack, they mean sweet f.a. to me. I've been doing this for longer than I care to think of....your not better than me Jack. Because your smaller than me and you acheived something? Because you don't drink alcohol as some twisted form of protest because some drunken **** ran Chris over? ....get the hell over yourself.
Reckless Jack: Oh Spike... now I remembered why I don't tell you jack ****. Look at yourself your ****ing burning out. What have you done in the past five months that means **** to a bullfrog's ass? You flaked at WCF as I recall, you flaked at XHF as I recall. Don't be giving me this self pity bullhit either. Who supported you when you went for the X*Crown? I did. You stupid ****.
Spike lowers his head, before he takes his seat again, and pulls his drink back over, taking a rather large sip from the glass.
Spike: See....thats why we need to talk more, otherwise this happens all the time, and all these wannabe irish boys are staring at us...
Jack shakes his head before standing up.
Reckless Jack: Mike, **** you. I'm outta here. Don't try to call me again.
Spike smirks his trademark sadistic smirk, as he turns to face Jack, raising his glass.
Spike: Don't drink and drive Jack...it's dangerous...
Reckless Jack flips him off before leaving the bar and slamming the door. Spike however is following him, picking up a nearby beer bottle. Jack stands outside letting out a deep breath before Spike slams him in the back from behind, Spike leans over Jack.
Spike: Your son had a chance at life Jack, a chance you screwed up. My son never had a chance, yet I tried...that's why I'm better than you...you snobby peice of shít. You go from the gutter to being on your high horse....you'll never be better than me Jack, I'm your big brother for a reason...
Spike now stands up tall and begins to pour the beer from the bottle all over Jack, who cries out with a mixed cry of sadness and defiance. When the bottle is empty Spike throws the bottle against the wall and looks down at Jack in disgust, before turning his back and walking off into the Boston streets pulling his hood up. Jack however lays on the floor close to tears, lost in thoughts of his son as patrons from O'Reilly's come out to check on him. Scene fade.