Post by Spike Kane on Nov 7, 2007 20:36:35 GMT -6
The Meaning
The scene opens up on a nightclub. The neon lights beam unforgivingly as a limo pulls up outside. The bouncers fidget nervously as the large line of people waiting to get in turn to see who’s arrived. A valet moves forwards to open the limo door and out steps The Ace. The Ace fixes his shirt as he walks towards the club, the ladies in the line gasping. Following The Ace is Sexy Jason, much to the same response. Next out of the limo is John Anthony, followed by his close friend TXO and his manager Jason. Christian Kane steps out but stays there as he helps a lady out of the limo, looking more glamerous than the entire Empire put together, Nola steps out smirking, before being followed by Spike Kane, dressed smarter than we’ve ever seen him, who then helps out Kelly Fox. With these two stunning ladies and the male members of The Empire looking so damn fine, the crowd are stunned as they simply walk by and into the club. The Ace leads the way to a private section as they all take their seats and order their drinks.
Spike: Your right Ace, this was a good idea. A good way to celebrate!
Ace and Spike tap glasses before downing their drinks. Christian passes them over more drinks before he sits next to Spike.
Christian: So…Transgression is on Sunday. We’ll have the World Championship and the X-Division Championship.
The Ace: To say the least. Sunday Night is where the war finally ends. Where we take out No Warning Shot once and for all.
Spike: No.
The Ace and Christian look at Spike as if to say “what!?” The other haven’t noticed, too busy enjoying themselves. Kelly and Nola are having a girly chat, as Jason, Anthony, TXO and Amerlli scan the club for girls.
The Ace: What the hell do you mean “no”?
Spike: We do not “take out” No Warning Shot, once and for all. We go one step further. We will cripple them. We will take everything they have. Lance Ryan is supposed to be the leader of No Warning Shot and he is all but out of the equation right now. SOS Phillip Burns? He’s full of bravado right now. He honestly thinks he’s some kind of big shot. Nobody listened to him before…getting yourself a name and going to alcoholic anonymous meetings doesn’t make you some form of wrestling god. Reckless Jack….somethings going on with Jack, and he needs full focus on Christian, something he doesn’t have. Jack Manson hasn’t been the same since I destroyed him in the Hardcore Barbed Wire Steel Cage….and as for Allan Cooper and Joe Everyman? Please dear God give me something credible here! No Warning Shot is on a downward spiral…they have been since we took over from Davey….we’ve just helped them down that path a little further. They don’t stand a chance, and when their king is toppled, when the Champion is fell….they’ll fall to pieces. The War will not be over, but the time of No Warning Shot will be.
Christian: Damn…why’d you have to go all philosophical and speachy when we’re trying to enjoy ourselves?
Christian taps Spike on the shoulder as he takes a sip from his drink and then gets up to walk over to their allies for a chat. The Ace stares at Spike for a second.
The Ace: I know you better than anybody here Spike. We’ve been to hell and back numerous times. Countless times I’ve insulted you for teaming up with people…yet, I sit here now in The Empire, at your side. Helping to lead it to greatness. Collision was an example, we made an example of Lance Ryan and Phillip Burns…but I know somethings on your mind.
Spike: Your right Ace. Something is…the fact that I owe you thanks. I was teetering on the edge once again, ready to fall off into the abyss. The memories of my son dragged up through the mud and into the open almost crippled me. Yet you saw through it all. You brought my weapon back to me…7.0 my trusted hammer of justice. For that I thank you, because I don’t think I could go down that road again. It’s been too long since the real Spike Kane was unleashed…and now, at Transgression Lance Ryan will suffer the wrath of the real Spike Kane. If he thinks what I’ve done so far is bad…then he has no idea what is in store.
The Ace nods to Spike and the two shake hands before Ace goes off to join the rest of the group. Spike stands up, drink in hand, he walks over to a part of the balcony where he is alone. Clearly he has something to say, and it’s not long before we find out what.
Spike: Lance Ryan….in the few weeks that I have become the leader of The Empire, our rivalry, the rivalry between The Empire and No Warning Shot has taken a new turn. It has been pushed further and become more personal than ever before. Davey Ortega was not man enough to lead this side to victory, even against you and your sub-par team Lance. We took the initiative, I took the intitiative, it was obviously going to happen...you even knew so yourself. You knew because you saw the potential I had, you saw the passion for this business that burns deep within me. There's no denying it Lance, because you said so yourself...desperatly trying to caress my ego..hoping that I would jump ship from Davey Ortega's failing and sinking Empire, to yours...to No Warning Shot..which let's face it, hadn't even left the harbour..You were busy trying to warn Davey about me, Jack was busy getting his ass kicked by me, Reckless Dillweed was too busy being an emo straight edge wannabe punk...and The Burning? Well Ace took him out anyway before he even became a member of The Empire, MY Empire. I've worked hard in my time here...I've proven all the doubters wrong, without a shadow of a doubt. I've risen to the very top of the nCw...and nobody can deny that. In the matter of time it took me to rise to the top of New Championship Wrestling...I have created, moulded and sculpted the most dominant force ever created in a wrestling federation. Lance...I came here from another federation, one I'm not liable to give the name of...Lance, I walked out as the World Heavyweight Champion. The second time world champion...one of four men to do so. It was your good buddy there, my brother..Reckless Jack that I beat for said World Heavyweight Championship Lance. Jack had won the rumble, much like I had the year before. Jack won the title at the biggest show of the year, much like I did the year before and then Jack lost it to me...almost the same time I lost it the year before. History repeated on poor Jack, and I stood tall. Before packing my bags and leaving that ****hole, an undefeated two time World Heavyweight Champion. A former United States Champion, Hardcore Champion, 2006 Rumble Winner and the ONLY King of the Hill. In many eyes LAnce, I had become a legend. To me however? That was only what I had done in that one federation....I am a veteran of this business, an eleven year veteran to be exact. My name holds a legacy that you could never hold LAnce Ryan....but thats neither here nor there is it? Because this is nCw, and none of that matters. What matters is I have now beaten you twice Lance. The records show that I have beaten you twice...
Spike smirks as he leans over the barrier, watching the people dance below him. Spike takes a sip of his drink as Nola approaches from behind. She puts a hand on the shoulder of Spike, who smiles at the love of his life. She siddles up next to him as they spot the rest of The Empire down on the dance floor, mingling with the civilians. The Ace can be seen amongst a group of women, whilst Kelly Fox can be seen talking a man with blond spikey kind of hair. The others are dancing away amongst the crowd. Spike smiles.
Spike: My plan is going just right. Lance Ryan is battling with his emotions, The Empire is on a high, a state of euphoria. Davey promised people the sky when he brought us in, I promised them nothing but recognition. Something every single one of them has just by association with The Empire. It's funny how people will constantly berrate and look down upon the members of my Empire. My comrades...just because of their association with me. Tell me...no infact, name one person who has acheived more than I have in nCw? Most could argue LAnce Ryan. leading NWS, winnin the World Title and defending it too. Well, he won a match agaist Davey Ortega to gain the damn thing, so thats not really worth much...as for the ppv defences...once again Davey Ortega,and the second of them was handed to him...by ME! It all falls down to me...I made my impact when I showed up here. I grabbed the attention of Davey and Lance, I destroyed Jack Manson, I captured the National Title, I've scored two victories, one pinfall over the World Champion...and now I stand at the brink of the abyss, my first World Title shot here in nCw, and I plan to take full advantage of that. Lance Ryan doesn't know whats coming his way, and whilst his mind is preoccupied with that whore...I will lead The Empire by example...and finally, completley and utterly destroy No Warning Shot...from the top!
Nola puts a hand on the side of Spike's face, making sure his full attention is on her. Spike seems a little reluctant at first, but he gives in.
Nola: Spike...listen to me. I know for all of these people you are the figurehead, the leader, the man they must gather all their muster behind. I know you call yourself the God of Xtreme...but you cannot bottle up your emotions, it will be the downfall of you. Lance struck a nerve with you honey, I can tell how much it hurt you. How much pain it brought to you...I don't want you to hold it back, because it will make you become irrational. I know how much Zell ment to you,and I know how much your career means to you. Leading this Empire means a lot too...I don't want you to throw this all away over a thought of petty revenge. You've worked too hard and too long for this!
Spike: Your right...it's almost like something that son of a bitch would think of...to try and get me to lose it during the match. To go that one step further and get myself disqualified so that he can retain the championship. Is that the meaning behind this all? It wouldn't surprise me....I've been thinking about it alot over the past couple of days. Lance can go all emo and lose his relationship with that whore Cassandra Ryan for all I care, the stupid asshole missed his own childs birth...what a complete tard. But back to the point. "meaning" it's a word I've been thinking about, and then of course, in combination with Transgression. LAnce Ryans death date. The date where Lance Ryan's career will plummet into nothingness and Spike Kane will become the nCw World Heavyweight Champion. Transgression....it has many meanings. Meanings I'm now going to relate to Lance Ryan and No Warning Shot. First of all theresthe whole idea of some kind of crime. A crime I'd like to think was commited by Lance Ryan...when he delved into my past and dragged up the most horrible and vicious memories he could ever have dreamed of. That crime is something that Lance Ryan will be called for, something he will be forced to pay for with his own blood. Something I'm going to ensure happens this Sunday Night at Transgression. Secondly there is the meaning which means...differing from a norm. The norm you may say. Something myself and Lance Ryan have in common. We are outcasts...we are different from everybody else, we are the kind of people who....well, the kind of people who would bring a gun to school and shoot the holy frell out of the stupid loser who picked on you day after day. In this sense myself and Lance seem to be kindred spirits...except I'd happily take a gun to Lance's head and pull the trigger with glee. Lastly I come to what may be seen as religeous. A transgression against God...is what we would call a "sin" something...The God of Xtreme can relate to. I stand before you...as God, the God of Xtreme. Lance Ryan and the rest of No Wrestling Skill have sinned many many times...so quite fiiting that good 'ol Leo Fox would name the pay per view as such. So Spike Kane, The Spiked One, The God of Xtreme shall dish out the penance...and that penance will be the destruction of both Lance Ryan and No Warning Shot. The days tick away even as I talk...and it won't be long before Lance Ryan is called to account for all of his Transgressions...if he even comes to terms with his reality...for if not? I feel sorry for the poor son of a bitch...because I will hold nothing back come Sunday Night. I will unleash the full arsenal in my grasp, I will unleash my anger, hatred and malice....what will be left...will not even count as a mere shadow of Lance Ryan...and I will leave a king, an emperor....the nCw World Heavyweight Champion!
Nola smirks as she kisses Spike on the lips. The two embrace for a moment before Spike releases her and she leads the way down the stairs towards the dancefloor. The Empire members are all together now, most well on there way to being..well merry at least. Spike stops at the edge of the dancefloor, as Nola dances her way onto the floor near The Ace, who dances with her. Spike is flanked by Kelly Fox and John Anthony. The three of them stand on the edge of the dancefloor, the three remaining original members of The Empire. The camera almost seems to pause on them for nostalgias sake. Spike looks to each of them with a smile.
Spike: So...who was that you were talking to?
Kelly: Just some guy. His name was Tyler...seems like a pretty decent guy, considering the clientel.
Anthony: Well come on, this was a club that The Ace picked...if he comes here often, we can't really expect the top notch class of people can we?
Spike: ..heh..it's good to take some time out every now and then...
Kelly: Transgression is a big night for us...probably the biggest so far.
Anthony: Say that again....the War has reached a peak...
Spike: And it's time we ended it. Which I'm pretty damn sure we can do...we took Davey's child, and we changed it, we moulded and scupled it into something bigger, better and more dangerous than anyone could ever guess...we are The Empire, and nothing can stand in our way!
The three all smirk as they are waved and dragged onto the dancefloor by the rest of the members of The Empire. The camera pans upwards to see the entire Empire on the dancefloor dancing and enjoying themselves. As Transgression draws near, who can say what is instore for the members of The Empire? Can Spike finally topple Lance Ryan, or will the NWS leader defy yet another Empire leader? Spike seems to think he is destined...and confidence can be a dangerous weapon, especially in the hands of a man such as Spike Kane. Transgression creeps ever closer and arguably the match of nCw so far draws that one step closer. The scene fades on The Empire, enjoy some rare free time.
The scene opens up on a nightclub. The neon lights beam unforgivingly as a limo pulls up outside. The bouncers fidget nervously as the large line of people waiting to get in turn to see who’s arrived. A valet moves forwards to open the limo door and out steps The Ace. The Ace fixes his shirt as he walks towards the club, the ladies in the line gasping. Following The Ace is Sexy Jason, much to the same response. Next out of the limo is John Anthony, followed by his close friend TXO and his manager Jason. Christian Kane steps out but stays there as he helps a lady out of the limo, looking more glamerous than the entire Empire put together, Nola steps out smirking, before being followed by Spike Kane, dressed smarter than we’ve ever seen him, who then helps out Kelly Fox. With these two stunning ladies and the male members of The Empire looking so damn fine, the crowd are stunned as they simply walk by and into the club. The Ace leads the way to a private section as they all take their seats and order their drinks.
Spike: Your right Ace, this was a good idea. A good way to celebrate!
Ace and Spike tap glasses before downing their drinks. Christian passes them over more drinks before he sits next to Spike.
Christian: So…Transgression is on Sunday. We’ll have the World Championship and the X-Division Championship.
The Ace: To say the least. Sunday Night is where the war finally ends. Where we take out No Warning Shot once and for all.
Spike: No.
The Ace and Christian look at Spike as if to say “what!?” The other haven’t noticed, too busy enjoying themselves. Kelly and Nola are having a girly chat, as Jason, Anthony, TXO and Amerlli scan the club for girls.
The Ace: What the hell do you mean “no”?
Spike: We do not “take out” No Warning Shot, once and for all. We go one step further. We will cripple them. We will take everything they have. Lance Ryan is supposed to be the leader of No Warning Shot and he is all but out of the equation right now. SOS Phillip Burns? He’s full of bravado right now. He honestly thinks he’s some kind of big shot. Nobody listened to him before…getting yourself a name and going to alcoholic anonymous meetings doesn’t make you some form of wrestling god. Reckless Jack….somethings going on with Jack, and he needs full focus on Christian, something he doesn’t have. Jack Manson hasn’t been the same since I destroyed him in the Hardcore Barbed Wire Steel Cage….and as for Allan Cooper and Joe Everyman? Please dear God give me something credible here! No Warning Shot is on a downward spiral…they have been since we took over from Davey….we’ve just helped them down that path a little further. They don’t stand a chance, and when their king is toppled, when the Champion is fell….they’ll fall to pieces. The War will not be over, but the time of No Warning Shot will be.
Christian: Damn…why’d you have to go all philosophical and speachy when we’re trying to enjoy ourselves?
Christian taps Spike on the shoulder as he takes a sip from his drink and then gets up to walk over to their allies for a chat. The Ace stares at Spike for a second.
The Ace: I know you better than anybody here Spike. We’ve been to hell and back numerous times. Countless times I’ve insulted you for teaming up with people…yet, I sit here now in The Empire, at your side. Helping to lead it to greatness. Collision was an example, we made an example of Lance Ryan and Phillip Burns…but I know somethings on your mind.
Spike: Your right Ace. Something is…the fact that I owe you thanks. I was teetering on the edge once again, ready to fall off into the abyss. The memories of my son dragged up through the mud and into the open almost crippled me. Yet you saw through it all. You brought my weapon back to me…7.0 my trusted hammer of justice. For that I thank you, because I don’t think I could go down that road again. It’s been too long since the real Spike Kane was unleashed…and now, at Transgression Lance Ryan will suffer the wrath of the real Spike Kane. If he thinks what I’ve done so far is bad…then he has no idea what is in store.
The Ace nods to Spike and the two shake hands before Ace goes off to join the rest of the group. Spike stands up, drink in hand, he walks over to a part of the balcony where he is alone. Clearly he has something to say, and it’s not long before we find out what.
Spike: Lance Ryan….in the few weeks that I have become the leader of The Empire, our rivalry, the rivalry between The Empire and No Warning Shot has taken a new turn. It has been pushed further and become more personal than ever before. Davey Ortega was not man enough to lead this side to victory, even against you and your sub-par team Lance. We took the initiative, I took the intitiative, it was obviously going to happen...you even knew so yourself. You knew because you saw the potential I had, you saw the passion for this business that burns deep within me. There's no denying it Lance, because you said so yourself...desperatly trying to caress my ego..hoping that I would jump ship from Davey Ortega's failing and sinking Empire, to yours...to No Warning Shot..which let's face it, hadn't even left the harbour..You were busy trying to warn Davey about me, Jack was busy getting his ass kicked by me, Reckless Dillweed was too busy being an emo straight edge wannabe punk...and The Burning? Well Ace took him out anyway before he even became a member of The Empire, MY Empire. I've worked hard in my time here...I've proven all the doubters wrong, without a shadow of a doubt. I've risen to the very top of the nCw...and nobody can deny that. In the matter of time it took me to rise to the top of New Championship Wrestling...I have created, moulded and sculpted the most dominant force ever created in a wrestling federation. Lance...I came here from another federation, one I'm not liable to give the name of...Lance, I walked out as the World Heavyweight Champion. The second time world champion...one of four men to do so. It was your good buddy there, my brother..Reckless Jack that I beat for said World Heavyweight Championship Lance. Jack had won the rumble, much like I had the year before. Jack won the title at the biggest show of the year, much like I did the year before and then Jack lost it to me...almost the same time I lost it the year before. History repeated on poor Jack, and I stood tall. Before packing my bags and leaving that ****hole, an undefeated two time World Heavyweight Champion. A former United States Champion, Hardcore Champion, 2006 Rumble Winner and the ONLY King of the Hill. In many eyes LAnce, I had become a legend. To me however? That was only what I had done in that one federation....I am a veteran of this business, an eleven year veteran to be exact. My name holds a legacy that you could never hold LAnce Ryan....but thats neither here nor there is it? Because this is nCw, and none of that matters. What matters is I have now beaten you twice Lance. The records show that I have beaten you twice...
Spike smirks as he leans over the barrier, watching the people dance below him. Spike takes a sip of his drink as Nola approaches from behind. She puts a hand on the shoulder of Spike, who smiles at the love of his life. She siddles up next to him as they spot the rest of The Empire down on the dance floor, mingling with the civilians. The Ace can be seen amongst a group of women, whilst Kelly Fox can be seen talking a man with blond spikey kind of hair. The others are dancing away amongst the crowd. Spike smiles.
Spike: My plan is going just right. Lance Ryan is battling with his emotions, The Empire is on a high, a state of euphoria. Davey promised people the sky when he brought us in, I promised them nothing but recognition. Something every single one of them has just by association with The Empire. It's funny how people will constantly berrate and look down upon the members of my Empire. My comrades...just because of their association with me. Tell me...no infact, name one person who has acheived more than I have in nCw? Most could argue LAnce Ryan. leading NWS, winnin the World Title and defending it too. Well, he won a match agaist Davey Ortega to gain the damn thing, so thats not really worth much...as for the ppv defences...once again Davey Ortega,and the second of them was handed to him...by ME! It all falls down to me...I made my impact when I showed up here. I grabbed the attention of Davey and Lance, I destroyed Jack Manson, I captured the National Title, I've scored two victories, one pinfall over the World Champion...and now I stand at the brink of the abyss, my first World Title shot here in nCw, and I plan to take full advantage of that. Lance Ryan doesn't know whats coming his way, and whilst his mind is preoccupied with that whore...I will lead The Empire by example...and finally, completley and utterly destroy No Warning Shot...from the top!
Nola puts a hand on the side of Spike's face, making sure his full attention is on her. Spike seems a little reluctant at first, but he gives in.
Nola: Spike...listen to me. I know for all of these people you are the figurehead, the leader, the man they must gather all their muster behind. I know you call yourself the God of Xtreme...but you cannot bottle up your emotions, it will be the downfall of you. Lance struck a nerve with you honey, I can tell how much it hurt you. How much pain it brought to you...I don't want you to hold it back, because it will make you become irrational. I know how much Zell ment to you,and I know how much your career means to you. Leading this Empire means a lot too...I don't want you to throw this all away over a thought of petty revenge. You've worked too hard and too long for this!
Spike: Your right...it's almost like something that son of a bitch would think of...to try and get me to lose it during the match. To go that one step further and get myself disqualified so that he can retain the championship. Is that the meaning behind this all? It wouldn't surprise me....I've been thinking about it alot over the past couple of days. Lance can go all emo and lose his relationship with that whore Cassandra Ryan for all I care, the stupid asshole missed his own childs birth...what a complete tard. But back to the point. "meaning" it's a word I've been thinking about, and then of course, in combination with Transgression. LAnce Ryans death date. The date where Lance Ryan's career will plummet into nothingness and Spike Kane will become the nCw World Heavyweight Champion. Transgression....it has many meanings. Meanings I'm now going to relate to Lance Ryan and No Warning Shot. First of all theresthe whole idea of some kind of crime. A crime I'd like to think was commited by Lance Ryan...when he delved into my past and dragged up the most horrible and vicious memories he could ever have dreamed of. That crime is something that Lance Ryan will be called for, something he will be forced to pay for with his own blood. Something I'm going to ensure happens this Sunday Night at Transgression. Secondly there is the meaning which means...differing from a norm. The norm you may say. Something myself and Lance Ryan have in common. We are outcasts...we are different from everybody else, we are the kind of people who....well, the kind of people who would bring a gun to school and shoot the holy frell out of the stupid loser who picked on you day after day. In this sense myself and Lance seem to be kindred spirits...except I'd happily take a gun to Lance's head and pull the trigger with glee. Lastly I come to what may be seen as religeous. A transgression against God...is what we would call a "sin" something...The God of Xtreme can relate to. I stand before you...as God, the God of Xtreme. Lance Ryan and the rest of No Wrestling Skill have sinned many many times...so quite fiiting that good 'ol Leo Fox would name the pay per view as such. So Spike Kane, The Spiked One, The God of Xtreme shall dish out the penance...and that penance will be the destruction of both Lance Ryan and No Warning Shot. The days tick away even as I talk...and it won't be long before Lance Ryan is called to account for all of his Transgressions...if he even comes to terms with his reality...for if not? I feel sorry for the poor son of a bitch...because I will hold nothing back come Sunday Night. I will unleash the full arsenal in my grasp, I will unleash my anger, hatred and malice....what will be left...will not even count as a mere shadow of Lance Ryan...and I will leave a king, an emperor....the nCw World Heavyweight Champion!
Nola smirks as she kisses Spike on the lips. The two embrace for a moment before Spike releases her and she leads the way down the stairs towards the dancefloor. The Empire members are all together now, most well on there way to being..well merry at least. Spike stops at the edge of the dancefloor, as Nola dances her way onto the floor near The Ace, who dances with her. Spike is flanked by Kelly Fox and John Anthony. The three of them stand on the edge of the dancefloor, the three remaining original members of The Empire. The camera almost seems to pause on them for nostalgias sake. Spike looks to each of them with a smile.
Spike: So...who was that you were talking to?
Kelly: Just some guy. His name was Tyler...seems like a pretty decent guy, considering the clientel.
Anthony: Well come on, this was a club that The Ace picked...if he comes here often, we can't really expect the top notch class of people can we?
Spike: ..heh..it's good to take some time out every now and then...
Kelly: Transgression is a big night for us...probably the biggest so far.
Anthony: Say that again....the War has reached a peak...
Spike: And it's time we ended it. Which I'm pretty damn sure we can do...we took Davey's child, and we changed it, we moulded and scupled it into something bigger, better and more dangerous than anyone could ever guess...we are The Empire, and nothing can stand in our way!
The three all smirk as they are waved and dragged onto the dancefloor by the rest of the members of The Empire. The camera pans upwards to see the entire Empire on the dancefloor dancing and enjoying themselves. As Transgression draws near, who can say what is instore for the members of The Empire? Can Spike finally topple Lance Ryan, or will the NWS leader defy yet another Empire leader? Spike seems to think he is destined...and confidence can be a dangerous weapon, especially in the hands of a man such as Spike Kane. Transgression creeps ever closer and arguably the match of nCw so far draws that one step closer. The scene fades on The Empire, enjoy some rare free time.