Post by Spike Kane on Feb 28, 2008 15:10:20 GMT -6
Alliances.
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The scene opens up on the lockeroom of the nCw World Champion, Spike Kane. The champ sits slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees, looking down at the floor. His hair falls over his eyes as he looks down, dressed in full ring gear. He lifts his head up a little and his eyes become visible. Spike looks into the camera and as if on cue the scene changes, almost as if we’re seeing into the world champs soul.
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The scene changes to that of a dark street. A few streetlights illuminate parts of the street as rain pours down heavily. A man walks around the corner, donning black cargo pants, and a black “Killswitch Engage” hoodie with the hood up. The man crosses the street as a voice over begins to talk.
“Since day one I’ve had to fight for everything I wanted, be it food, or glory. Nothing was easy….from a young age I was taught to use any means necessary to achieve my goals. This has served me well over the years…I’ve become a superstar, I’ve become the name on everybodies lips. A candidate for the Hall of Fame, a former National Champion and the current World Champion. I have risen to the top here in nCw….now people I have crossed are planning to topple me. People who I have had fragile alliances who look to unseat me as the king of nCw…..not on my watch!”
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The scene now changes to Jack Manson and Spike Kane making their tag team entrance from two weeks ago. The sound is dubbed and the video is slightly dimmed as once more the voice over talks.
”The first man that I crossed who actually stuck it out and is still around here in nCw. Jack Manson has done more than enough to earn a World Heavyweight Title shot. We put each other through hell, what I did to his parents was inexcusable, just like what he did to Freya. We’ve stood on the same side of this war with the Mid-Card Uprising. We stood on the right side and stood victorious before the Age of Revolution got involved, before they began to spread through nCw like a cancer. Jack Manson’s world was rocked when we fought inside the Hardcore Barbed Wire Steel Cage. His life almost fell apart when I took the nCw National Title away from him. We stood together two weeks ago, knowing full well that we were going into Sovereign as enemies. I hoped we could put our past behind us and give the fans exactly what they want. One hell of a match, Jack Manson versus Spike Kane live at pay per view for the second time ever. However, Manson’s distrust of me is obvious, his dislike, his thirst for revenge. I don’t blame him…I’d probably be feeling the exact same way. Manson thirsts for revenge, and he’ll be out for blood. Joe Everyman caused a huge upset this past week and took away Manson’s national title, now the World Title is on the line….and greed will consume him”
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The scene now changes to the end of the match between Christian Kane and Lance Ryan. The very match where Spike returned and saved Lance from a group beat down and gained revenge on his younger brother. Once again the sound is dubbed over and the video itself is slightly greyscale.
”The man who’s life I almost destroyed. Nothing can excuse the way I went about things with Lance Ryan. Not my thirst for gold, not my desire to be the best, not my need for revenge after No Warning Shot cost me the National Title to Milo Holland. No…it was inexcusable, but I did it anyway. Tearing his family apart, sending his mind off on a downward spiral, forcing him to act out of character, like abandoning his partner and friend Phillip Burns to the wrath of The Ace and myself. Lance Ryan all but fell off the planet once I toppled him from the mountain of nCw and captured the nCw World Heavyweight Championship. Karma, it may seem….he and his cronies cost me my title, so I took his and thusly put a dramatic end to No Warning Shot. Now Lance is with yet another group of rejects, as if NWS and Insurrection Inc wasn’t enough, now you side with a group of social rejects hell-bent on destroying the society that shuns them under the guise of “saving” us. Let’s face it, Lance used the Age of the Revolution to get him back into the limelight, so that TWO MONTHS after losing the World Title, he claims a rematch……..it’d be funny if I was joking. So Lance goes against everything that the Age of the Revolution says they stand for, so he can attempt to regain his golden days. We once stood side by side, united by a common enemy, but it’s understandable that your underlying hatred for me bubbled even further. I took Lance Ryan off his perch, I knocked him down several notches and for that he’ll do anything to get the same opportunity to do it to me…..he’ll realise the folly of his ways”
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The scene now shifts back to where we opened up. Spike Kane sits hunched over in his lockeroom still in full gear. He runs both his hands through his hair as he looks up to speak.
Spike: Last week I was set to face John Anthony. A man who I matured in this company with, one of the few men who was with me from the beginning till my meteoric rise to fame here in nCw. Then John turned his back on me, on the company. All I have to say...is that I’m glad John came back, and I’m glad he came back in the frame of mind that he did. It takes a big man to stand up to his mistakes and just tell the world “I f**ked up. I’m sorry” It takes a bigger man to do that, than to blame somebody else for your own failings, like a certain Ryan family member. John, you beat me on Sunday fair and square. You can go away now and say you defeated the World Heavyweight Champion....however, what you can’t say, is that you beat an on form world Champion. Sadly it’s true...I go from not losing for months on end to losing three matches in a row. The Ace distracts me so Awesome can win, Davey Ortega sticks his big nose in mine and Jack’s business to cost us the match against RJ and Lance...and then I was outclassed by a man I once called friend.
Spike rises to his feet and walks further into the room. We can see that the room is barely lit from a small lamp on the side of the lockeroom. Other than that it is dim and dark. The room is also empty as far as persons go. The TV is off, the Xbox...off...Spike walks into the centre of the ring and places his hands on the back of his head, stretching and sighing as one.
Spike: Some people may look at that as bad luck. As a run of harsh times. I don’t. I look at it, as exactly what Lance Ryan wants t do at Sovereign. He wants to wake me up, to snap me out of it...to fight and earn my place just like I did when I ripped the title out of his cold lifeless hands! You see....people like Lance, Davey...they constantly go on about how arrogant I am, about how complacent I’ve become. The thing of it is...I believed them. I believed them and lost my focus, I believed them and gave in, allowed myself to be beaten....but now I’m awake. I can see everything they’ve done to me, every ounce of control and power they had over me....it won’t work anymore. I worked my ass off to get where I am...I worked harder than anybody else in the nCw, to step into Davey Ortega’s shoes, and not just match him...but to go one step further! To do something he never could, to beat Lance Ryan, to topple the nCw’s biggest egomaniac and capture the nCw world title. I’ve achieved more here than people give me credit for...in a way I’m overlooked. People just see me as the Champ and hope that somebody can knock me over my high horse. Nobody actually makes an attempt to get to know me, the things I have to deal with, go through. It’s almost like winning the World Title segregated me from the masses of nCw...it’s amazing what jealousy can really do to people. Look at Davey...look at Lance...hell look at Jack! Greed corrupts everybody in the end, be you the righteous man in the world, the lovable underdog that everybody can’t help but root for...or the most manipulative asshole this company has ever known. I mean come on...the Age of Revolution..what the stand for...surely the nCw World Heavyweight Championship...this..
Spike holds up the nCw World Title.
Spike: ..material possession goes against everything they fight for, everything they attack people for! But it doesn’t bother me...because i knew from day one that Lance Ryan was using the Age of Revolution. Using my brother and his misguided morals. I stand behind Jack..as much as he has disdain for me...I stand behind him, because in principal I agree with him..I just don’t agree with his methods...but we’re brothers, so maybe that comes naturally? You see...me and RJ, we can fight...we can hate on each other, but at the end of the day we’re brothers...twins! We shared the same damn womb! So Lance...I’m going to give you one final warning to stop abusing my brother. Family Lance...thats something we both know a lot about...gaining, losing, fighting...you said family hinders people in this business how it can drag a man down...I partly agree with you. Last week I had a fiasco with Nola...it almost took me over the edge...it’s the reason I didn’t...no..couldn’t show my face on nCw television. I was what some people may say pre-occupied...others may say incapacitated. I fell down a scary slope, but I dug my claws in...and I’m climbing out Lance..thanks to my friends and family. If it weren’t for those...hell...I’d be just as much of an excuse for a human being as you are!
Spike runs his hands through his hair once more before he opens the fridge to his right. Powerthirst litters the shelves. Spike picks up a bottle of “Fizzbitch” flavour and takes a sip.
Spike: But Lance, it isn’t about you come Sunday Night. Jack Manson may think it’s about him, a man with nothing left to lose, after losing his National Title...again...but, to Joe Everyman! He stands now...on the edge, ready to snap...and he’ll do anything he can to win come Sunday. That’s also his weakness...you see, he’ll lose control, take his eye of the ball if you will, and I have no problem taking any and all chances to do something I’ve never done in my career before...and defend a World Title in a multi-man competition. But of course..there’s the wildcard...another sad loser out to resurrect his already dead career....Davey Ortega. A man who claims I burned my bridges...I don’t care. Simple enough...Davey slacked, Davey sucked as a leader, he was dragging down the Empire and making us all look the worse for it. So I took the initiative, i shelved Davey, destroyed Manson and then next month destroyed Lance...hell...come to think about it...I’ve defeated all of these men at pay per view...I’m Undefeated at pay per view here in nCw. People may think the odds are stacked against me...but I believe they are in my favour...current losing streak? It’s nothing...I’m still here, still standing...ready to fight, ready to die for my gold! Having the blood of all three of these men been spilt by my hand....it just brings a smile to my face. Knowing that if I were to lose at Sovereign..it would take three of my greatest enemies to do so..to dethrone me from the top of nCw. But that won’t happen....each of these men has suffered a loss to me, and a devastating one at that. Revenge isn’t enough....Greed isn’t enough...I stand above these men...and that’s not arrogance. Not in the slightest, it’s simple and plain truth. I am the New Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion for a reason....I am the best, whether Jack Manson, Lance Ryan, Davey Ortega...or anybody else in the nCw can accept it....I am the nCw World Champion...and I am DAMN PROUD!
Spike glares into the camera as he shouts out his last words. He shakes visibly with anger and rage, determination. It’s going to take something special to dethrone this man....it’s not something to be taken lightly. Spike Kane will die before he gives up the World Heavyweight Championship...we know this, as we stare into his eyes. Spike grabs his duffel bag before heading out the door...the scene fades once more....
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Present Day
The scene opens up on a church on the outside. It’s clear that there is a funeral going on inside. Outside cars are parked all over the place, a few dirty smokers litter the outside as the hearse pulls up. Flowers are around the windows...”Sister” ...”Daughter” ..the flowers that fill the windows. The church doors open as the funeral march plays. Paul bearers carry the coffin to the hearse and slide it in. Many people around are crying and upset. One man stands up at the doors to the church...standing dressed the smartest we’ve ever seen...with hands in his pockets, looking lost...is Spike Kane, looking down at the coffin. A man approaches him and taps him lightly on the shoulder.
Man: Don’t worry son...we don’t blame you. Nobody does....find it in your heart to forgive her. Michael...I’m sorry about Freya...
Spike chokes at the mention of his sister’s name. Freya then walks out from the church, dressed just as nice and smart as Spike. Her make-up is all runny and she rests her head on Spike’s shoulders.
Freya: I can’t believe Nola’s gone...
Spike doesn’t speak, h nods to the man and puts an arm around his younger sister. The two then begin to head down the steps and towards the graveyard. The hearse takes the road to the grave site, as Spike, and Freya walks up the priest is finishing his preaching and the body is being lowered. The congregation begin to sing. Freya cries loudly...her best friend has passed away. Spike’s eyes are simply glued to the coffin, his adam’s apple bobs as the coffin is lowered into the grave. Then a man steps forwards...a man with long blonde hair. He dons a long duster coat, and sunglasses. Spike’s face loses all traction. His hand grips Freya with intense strength.
Freya: Ouch...Spikey...your hurting me....SPIKE!
Freya pulls her hand away from Spike who almost falls over after the support of his sister is taken away from him. The man stands up having thrown rose into the coffin.
Man: My daughter is passed...
”...daughter!?!?”
Man: ...she was loved by many, and she brought light into those people who got to love her’s lives.
”...No...this isn’t real....NO!”
Man: Nola Jones will be remembered forever. As a child she grew up around my orphans...
”....it’s true....”
Man: She chose to run away several years ago. To find herself and find her love. Sadly she returns to us today in the worst possible way....may she rest in peace, and forgive us all, as we have her!
”...it’s his fault. Everything is his fault.....IT’S ALL HIM!”
Spike loses it. He dives at the man, tackling him to the ground and through the crowd of gasping mourners. Spike roars with rage as he slams the man’s head off the ground. A bunch of men dressed in black quickly disperse the crowd as Spike begins to pummel the old man, before they grab him and try to pull him off.
Spike: It’s your fault! She came to me! She knew me because of you! You did this to her, just like you did this to me! I’ll kill you Conrad!!
The man climbs to his feet as four men dressed in black hold Spike back. He sneers at Spike as Freya is held back by one of the henchmen in the background.
Conrad Jones: Michael...my, you still haven’t learnt to control your temper have you?
Spike: I embrace my anger Conrad, to take it out on people like you!
Conrad Jones: Yu won’t be touching me again Mr Kane. Unless of course you want me to press charges and force you to miss your big show come Sunday Night.
Spike: You evil bastard!
Conrad Jones: Beg to differ little man. Y’see...I’m here to mourn my daughter. The very young lady who ran off to find her childhood love Michael Kane, the child she loved from afar. She left me for you...only for you to dump her...and force her to take her life.
Spike roars with anger and pain as he tries to break free from their hold. His desire to kill Conrad Jones taking over.
Spike: I know why she left you Conrad....you did it to her didn’t you? You...you did what you....what you did to me!
Conrad pulls out a small cane and smacks Spike across the face. Spike spits blood o the floor as tears begin to fill his eyes.
Conrad Jones: I know she wanted to leave you Spike. I made sure of that...and i made sure you’d take it the wrong way....this is now on your conscience...not mine. You come near me again, I’ll have you killed....or raped to death...does that sound fun?
Spike breaks down, giving up completely. He hangs limp in the arms of the henchmen, one man and his words has all but destroyed the nCw’s best....the henchmen nail Spike in the gut before throwing him into the floor as rain begins to pour down from the heavens. Conrad pulls up an umbrella and walks off as Spike lays on the dirt-fast becoming mud, crying like a lost child. Freya runs upto him and drops to her knees, taking her brothers head and shoulders and cuddling him as years of repressed memories flood her older brother and destroy his mind.
Freya: He..he sexually abused you...?
Spike’s mouth trembles as he looks up at Freya, his emotions completely taking a hold of him. Tears pour from his eyes as he buries his face in Freya’s shoulder. She pats him as she looks back at Conrad Jones with a look that could kill.
The world champion is broken....destroyed...the truth of his abuse at the orphanage unveiled....Sovereign will indeed be one hell of an event....if our World Champion makes it.
We fade out of the image of Spike and Freya, brother and sister, covered in mud sitting together, their emotions pouring out, just like the rain pouring down on them.[/color]
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The scene opens up on the lockeroom of the nCw World Champion, Spike Kane. The champ sits slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees, looking down at the floor. His hair falls over his eyes as he looks down, dressed in full ring gear. He lifts his head up a little and his eyes become visible. Spike looks into the camera and as if on cue the scene changes, almost as if we’re seeing into the world champs soul.
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The scene changes to that of a dark street. A few streetlights illuminate parts of the street as rain pours down heavily. A man walks around the corner, donning black cargo pants, and a black “Killswitch Engage” hoodie with the hood up. The man crosses the street as a voice over begins to talk.
“Since day one I’ve had to fight for everything I wanted, be it food, or glory. Nothing was easy….from a young age I was taught to use any means necessary to achieve my goals. This has served me well over the years…I’ve become a superstar, I’ve become the name on everybodies lips. A candidate for the Hall of Fame, a former National Champion and the current World Champion. I have risen to the top here in nCw….now people I have crossed are planning to topple me. People who I have had fragile alliances who look to unseat me as the king of nCw…..not on my watch!”
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The scene now changes to Jack Manson and Spike Kane making their tag team entrance from two weeks ago. The sound is dubbed and the video is slightly dimmed as once more the voice over talks.
”The first man that I crossed who actually stuck it out and is still around here in nCw. Jack Manson has done more than enough to earn a World Heavyweight Title shot. We put each other through hell, what I did to his parents was inexcusable, just like what he did to Freya. We’ve stood on the same side of this war with the Mid-Card Uprising. We stood on the right side and stood victorious before the Age of Revolution got involved, before they began to spread through nCw like a cancer. Jack Manson’s world was rocked when we fought inside the Hardcore Barbed Wire Steel Cage. His life almost fell apart when I took the nCw National Title away from him. We stood together two weeks ago, knowing full well that we were going into Sovereign as enemies. I hoped we could put our past behind us and give the fans exactly what they want. One hell of a match, Jack Manson versus Spike Kane live at pay per view for the second time ever. However, Manson’s distrust of me is obvious, his dislike, his thirst for revenge. I don’t blame him…I’d probably be feeling the exact same way. Manson thirsts for revenge, and he’ll be out for blood. Joe Everyman caused a huge upset this past week and took away Manson’s national title, now the World Title is on the line….and greed will consume him”
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The scene now changes to the end of the match between Christian Kane and Lance Ryan. The very match where Spike returned and saved Lance from a group beat down and gained revenge on his younger brother. Once again the sound is dubbed over and the video itself is slightly greyscale.
”The man who’s life I almost destroyed. Nothing can excuse the way I went about things with Lance Ryan. Not my thirst for gold, not my desire to be the best, not my need for revenge after No Warning Shot cost me the National Title to Milo Holland. No…it was inexcusable, but I did it anyway. Tearing his family apart, sending his mind off on a downward spiral, forcing him to act out of character, like abandoning his partner and friend Phillip Burns to the wrath of The Ace and myself. Lance Ryan all but fell off the planet once I toppled him from the mountain of nCw and captured the nCw World Heavyweight Championship. Karma, it may seem….he and his cronies cost me my title, so I took his and thusly put a dramatic end to No Warning Shot. Now Lance is with yet another group of rejects, as if NWS and Insurrection Inc wasn’t enough, now you side with a group of social rejects hell-bent on destroying the society that shuns them under the guise of “saving” us. Let’s face it, Lance used the Age of the Revolution to get him back into the limelight, so that TWO MONTHS after losing the World Title, he claims a rematch……..it’d be funny if I was joking. So Lance goes against everything that the Age of the Revolution says they stand for, so he can attempt to regain his golden days. We once stood side by side, united by a common enemy, but it’s understandable that your underlying hatred for me bubbled even further. I took Lance Ryan off his perch, I knocked him down several notches and for that he’ll do anything to get the same opportunity to do it to me…..he’ll realise the folly of his ways”
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The scene now shifts back to where we opened up. Spike Kane sits hunched over in his lockeroom still in full gear. He runs both his hands through his hair as he looks up to speak.
Spike: Last week I was set to face John Anthony. A man who I matured in this company with, one of the few men who was with me from the beginning till my meteoric rise to fame here in nCw. Then John turned his back on me, on the company. All I have to say...is that I’m glad John came back, and I’m glad he came back in the frame of mind that he did. It takes a big man to stand up to his mistakes and just tell the world “I f**ked up. I’m sorry” It takes a bigger man to do that, than to blame somebody else for your own failings, like a certain Ryan family member. John, you beat me on Sunday fair and square. You can go away now and say you defeated the World Heavyweight Champion....however, what you can’t say, is that you beat an on form world Champion. Sadly it’s true...I go from not losing for months on end to losing three matches in a row. The Ace distracts me so Awesome can win, Davey Ortega sticks his big nose in mine and Jack’s business to cost us the match against RJ and Lance...and then I was outclassed by a man I once called friend.
Spike rises to his feet and walks further into the room. We can see that the room is barely lit from a small lamp on the side of the lockeroom. Other than that it is dim and dark. The room is also empty as far as persons go. The TV is off, the Xbox...off...Spike walks into the centre of the ring and places his hands on the back of his head, stretching and sighing as one.
Spike: Some people may look at that as bad luck. As a run of harsh times. I don’t. I look at it, as exactly what Lance Ryan wants t do at Sovereign. He wants to wake me up, to snap me out of it...to fight and earn my place just like I did when I ripped the title out of his cold lifeless hands! You see....people like Lance, Davey...they constantly go on about how arrogant I am, about how complacent I’ve become. The thing of it is...I believed them. I believed them and lost my focus, I believed them and gave in, allowed myself to be beaten....but now I’m awake. I can see everything they’ve done to me, every ounce of control and power they had over me....it won’t work anymore. I worked my ass off to get where I am...I worked harder than anybody else in the nCw, to step into Davey Ortega’s shoes, and not just match him...but to go one step further! To do something he never could, to beat Lance Ryan, to topple the nCw’s biggest egomaniac and capture the nCw world title. I’ve achieved more here than people give me credit for...in a way I’m overlooked. People just see me as the Champ and hope that somebody can knock me over my high horse. Nobody actually makes an attempt to get to know me, the things I have to deal with, go through. It’s almost like winning the World Title segregated me from the masses of nCw...it’s amazing what jealousy can really do to people. Look at Davey...look at Lance...hell look at Jack! Greed corrupts everybody in the end, be you the righteous man in the world, the lovable underdog that everybody can’t help but root for...or the most manipulative asshole this company has ever known. I mean come on...the Age of Revolution..what the stand for...surely the nCw World Heavyweight Championship...this..
Spike holds up the nCw World Title.
Spike: ..material possession goes against everything they fight for, everything they attack people for! But it doesn’t bother me...because i knew from day one that Lance Ryan was using the Age of Revolution. Using my brother and his misguided morals. I stand behind Jack..as much as he has disdain for me...I stand behind him, because in principal I agree with him..I just don’t agree with his methods...but we’re brothers, so maybe that comes naturally? You see...me and RJ, we can fight...we can hate on each other, but at the end of the day we’re brothers...twins! We shared the same damn womb! So Lance...I’m going to give you one final warning to stop abusing my brother. Family Lance...thats something we both know a lot about...gaining, losing, fighting...you said family hinders people in this business how it can drag a man down...I partly agree with you. Last week I had a fiasco with Nola...it almost took me over the edge...it’s the reason I didn’t...no..couldn’t show my face on nCw television. I was what some people may say pre-occupied...others may say incapacitated. I fell down a scary slope, but I dug my claws in...and I’m climbing out Lance..thanks to my friends and family. If it weren’t for those...hell...I’d be just as much of an excuse for a human being as you are!
Spike runs his hands through his hair once more before he opens the fridge to his right. Powerthirst litters the shelves. Spike picks up a bottle of “Fizzbitch” flavour and takes a sip.
Spike: But Lance, it isn’t about you come Sunday Night. Jack Manson may think it’s about him, a man with nothing left to lose, after losing his National Title...again...but, to Joe Everyman! He stands now...on the edge, ready to snap...and he’ll do anything he can to win come Sunday. That’s also his weakness...you see, he’ll lose control, take his eye of the ball if you will, and I have no problem taking any and all chances to do something I’ve never done in my career before...and defend a World Title in a multi-man competition. But of course..there’s the wildcard...another sad loser out to resurrect his already dead career....Davey Ortega. A man who claims I burned my bridges...I don’t care. Simple enough...Davey slacked, Davey sucked as a leader, he was dragging down the Empire and making us all look the worse for it. So I took the initiative, i shelved Davey, destroyed Manson and then next month destroyed Lance...hell...come to think about it...I’ve defeated all of these men at pay per view...I’m Undefeated at pay per view here in nCw. People may think the odds are stacked against me...but I believe they are in my favour...current losing streak? It’s nothing...I’m still here, still standing...ready to fight, ready to die for my gold! Having the blood of all three of these men been spilt by my hand....it just brings a smile to my face. Knowing that if I were to lose at Sovereign..it would take three of my greatest enemies to do so..to dethrone me from the top of nCw. But that won’t happen....each of these men has suffered a loss to me, and a devastating one at that. Revenge isn’t enough....Greed isn’t enough...I stand above these men...and that’s not arrogance. Not in the slightest, it’s simple and plain truth. I am the New Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion for a reason....I am the best, whether Jack Manson, Lance Ryan, Davey Ortega...or anybody else in the nCw can accept it....I am the nCw World Champion...and I am DAMN PROUD!
Spike glares into the camera as he shouts out his last words. He shakes visibly with anger and rage, determination. It’s going to take something special to dethrone this man....it’s not something to be taken lightly. Spike Kane will die before he gives up the World Heavyweight Championship...we know this, as we stare into his eyes. Spike grabs his duffel bag before heading out the door...the scene fades once more....
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Present Day
The scene opens up on a church on the outside. It’s clear that there is a funeral going on inside. Outside cars are parked all over the place, a few dirty smokers litter the outside as the hearse pulls up. Flowers are around the windows...”Sister” ...”Daughter” ..the flowers that fill the windows. The church doors open as the funeral march plays. Paul bearers carry the coffin to the hearse and slide it in. Many people around are crying and upset. One man stands up at the doors to the church...standing dressed the smartest we’ve ever seen...with hands in his pockets, looking lost...is Spike Kane, looking down at the coffin. A man approaches him and taps him lightly on the shoulder.
Man: Don’t worry son...we don’t blame you. Nobody does....find it in your heart to forgive her. Michael...I’m sorry about Freya...
Spike chokes at the mention of his sister’s name. Freya then walks out from the church, dressed just as nice and smart as Spike. Her make-up is all runny and she rests her head on Spike’s shoulders.
Freya: I can’t believe Nola’s gone...
Spike doesn’t speak, h nods to the man and puts an arm around his younger sister. The two then begin to head down the steps and towards the graveyard. The hearse takes the road to the grave site, as Spike, and Freya walks up the priest is finishing his preaching and the body is being lowered. The congregation begin to sing. Freya cries loudly...her best friend has passed away. Spike’s eyes are simply glued to the coffin, his adam’s apple bobs as the coffin is lowered into the grave. Then a man steps forwards...a man with long blonde hair. He dons a long duster coat, and sunglasses. Spike’s face loses all traction. His hand grips Freya with intense strength.
Freya: Ouch...Spikey...your hurting me....SPIKE!
Freya pulls her hand away from Spike who almost falls over after the support of his sister is taken away from him. The man stands up having thrown rose into the coffin.
Man: My daughter is passed...
”...daughter!?!?”
Man: ...she was loved by many, and she brought light into those people who got to love her’s lives.
”...No...this isn’t real....NO!”
Man: Nola Jones will be remembered forever. As a child she grew up around my orphans...
”....it’s true....”
Man: She chose to run away several years ago. To find herself and find her love. Sadly she returns to us today in the worst possible way....may she rest in peace, and forgive us all, as we have her!
”...it’s his fault. Everything is his fault.....IT’S ALL HIM!”
Spike loses it. He dives at the man, tackling him to the ground and through the crowd of gasping mourners. Spike roars with rage as he slams the man’s head off the ground. A bunch of men dressed in black quickly disperse the crowd as Spike begins to pummel the old man, before they grab him and try to pull him off.
Spike: It’s your fault! She came to me! She knew me because of you! You did this to her, just like you did this to me! I’ll kill you Conrad!!
The man climbs to his feet as four men dressed in black hold Spike back. He sneers at Spike as Freya is held back by one of the henchmen in the background.
Conrad Jones: Michael...my, you still haven’t learnt to control your temper have you?
Spike: I embrace my anger Conrad, to take it out on people like you!
Conrad Jones: Yu won’t be touching me again Mr Kane. Unless of course you want me to press charges and force you to miss your big show come Sunday Night.
Spike: You evil bastard!
Conrad Jones: Beg to differ little man. Y’see...I’m here to mourn my daughter. The very young lady who ran off to find her childhood love Michael Kane, the child she loved from afar. She left me for you...only for you to dump her...and force her to take her life.
Spike roars with anger and pain as he tries to break free from their hold. His desire to kill Conrad Jones taking over.
Spike: I know why she left you Conrad....you did it to her didn’t you? You...you did what you....what you did to me!
Conrad pulls out a small cane and smacks Spike across the face. Spike spits blood o the floor as tears begin to fill his eyes.
Conrad Jones: I know she wanted to leave you Spike. I made sure of that...and i made sure you’d take it the wrong way....this is now on your conscience...not mine. You come near me again, I’ll have you killed....or raped to death...does that sound fun?
Spike breaks down, giving up completely. He hangs limp in the arms of the henchmen, one man and his words has all but destroyed the nCw’s best....the henchmen nail Spike in the gut before throwing him into the floor as rain begins to pour down from the heavens. Conrad pulls up an umbrella and walks off as Spike lays on the dirt-fast becoming mud, crying like a lost child. Freya runs upto him and drops to her knees, taking her brothers head and shoulders and cuddling him as years of repressed memories flood her older brother and destroy his mind.
Freya: He..he sexually abused you...?
Spike’s mouth trembles as he looks up at Freya, his emotions completely taking a hold of him. Tears pour from his eyes as he buries his face in Freya’s shoulder. She pats him as she looks back at Conrad Jones with a look that could kill.
The world champion is broken....destroyed...the truth of his abuse at the orphanage unveiled....Sovereign will indeed be one hell of an event....if our World Champion makes it.
We fade out of the image of Spike and Freya, brother and sister, covered in mud sitting together, their emotions pouring out, just like the rain pouring down on them.[/color]
