Post by Spike Kane on Nov 10, 2007 7:38:57 GMT -6
The scene opens up on the side of a busy street. People are rushing around all over the place, some rushing to and from work, others shopping and then there's the annoying ones. The assholes who always get in your way when your trying to get somewhere. Anyway enough of that, the camera is aimed at a simple little Italian Coffee shop. Sitting inside we can see The Empire leader, Spike Kane and his girlfriend Nola. Spike has is elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
Nola: Ok Spike. I'm gonna order the drinks now. What do you want?
Spike: Oreo Milkshake...what are you having?
Nola: I think I'll have a hot chocolate....I'll be right back.
Nola gets up and heads over to the counter as Spike finally raises his head from his hands. We can tell straight away that Spike is or has been under extreme stress.
Lance Ryan....you push me further and further each day...how can I cling on to sanity any longer?
Spike sighs as he spots the nCw camera. He doesn't do anything though, he simply runs a hand through his hair as he awaits Nola to return. Lost in his thoughts, Spike Kane drifts off again.
This war took an unexpected turn. It has made victims of both me and Lance. Victims of our families and our sons. What started out as a war between Lance Ryan and Davey Ortega has turned into something much much more. Everybody who means anything has been dragged into this war one way or another. Something that started out professional, as a mere rivalry has taken a sick turn. It has delved into the depths of hatred, anger and extreme violence. I pull one of Lance's strings and he pulls one right back at me...it has become a war nobody can win...
...or has it?
Nola has come back over to the table, placing Spike's milkshake down and holding her own hot chocolate in her hands. She sits back down opposite Spike and smiles at him, obviously trying to keep the future World Champion in good spirits.
Spike: You know...I still can't get over what Lance Ryan did. How could a man stoop so *** damn low? You checked it all right?
Nola: Yes hun...I told you. I checked to see if it was legitimate, if the name was on his birth certificate. It's all legal...
Spike: It's just not right. Most times I'd be proud to have a child named after my son...but this isn't right. This isn't out of kindness, or for remembrance...it's for f*cking spite!
Nola:Calm down Spike, I don't want to get kicked out of this place too.
Spike: I'm trying to be calm. How can I not be a little crazy after that stunt Lance Ryan pulled? Huh? He brought up my dead son to strike a nerve, and once he saw that it did just that he played it, over and over again. I let it get to me, and thats my mistake. I've had to deal with it before, with self righteous assholes who have nothing better to talk about. They have no other flaw or weakness of mine that they can expose or take advantage of, so they constantly ride me about my poor son. Lance Ryan knows nothing of Zell, he didn't know how he lived,he didn't know how he died. He just assumed it was something he could use to his advantage. A chink in my armour so to speak. Zell ment the world to me...I did everything to get him away from Tanya, and merely a month or two afterwards he was taken from me. That is something that Lance Ryan will never have to go through. Lance missed his sons birth through his own mistakes. Something he will have to live with for the rest of his life. I missed my sons birth because I never even knew about him....a chance encounter that led to the happiest, cleverest, brightest little boy I've ever had the pleasure of knowing....Zell was a shining beacon in my dark life...and he was snuffed out when I barely had any time with him...Lance Ryan took abuse of that, and people try to say that I'm the bad guy!?
It's true....he's a monster!
Spike:It was Lance Ryan who speared Kelly Fox...who attacked a defenceless woman. Lance Ryan who says he works off emotions, yet he preys off them even more so. Lance Ryan who cannot beat me in the ring, but instead has to bring up hurtful and painful memories, instead of trying to take on a man of sound mind. Lance Ryan is a disgrace to the title he holds, a disgrace to nCw and a disgrace to this business. Lance will constantly drag on and take as much pleasure as he can from the hurt I feel when he has the cheek to mention my sons name. Losing a child is something most people can never understand....one of those people who does however? Is my dear brother. One of Lance's impact players, a former and future world champion in this industry. A man who also had his son taken away from him...it truly is quite scary how simiar our lives have been, Jack;s and mine...but they do say these things tend to happen to twins. Odd that isn't it? Things at the moment are pretty rough between Jack and myself. Kind of like a darkside, lightside thing going on. Yet me and Jack have more in common than ever....we have both lost our families at a young age, we were both beaten on regular basis, we both made our way into the wrestling world and made huge succes' out of ourselves...and more recvently, we have both lost our sons. Something you seem to have overlooked Lance. You constantly ride me about the loss of my child, when the man standing next to you has recently lost his. Reckless Jack is all but a duplicate of me Lace, something you SHOULD know by now. How much can you trust Reckless Jack? Three members of his family are now in the nCw, two of them in the Empire…and that’s not counting his younger sister! Blood is thicker than water Lance…you knew that when you took Jack on your side…I tell you know…it’s just a matter of time…
Nola looks at Spike, a little questionable. Maybe she’s thinking Spike has something in the worls that he hasn’t told anybody about. Or maybe once again, Spike is just playing Mind Games with Lance Ryan and the rest of No Warning Shot.
Nola: How’s your shake?
Spike: Pretty good to be honest. Never tried one of these before…man…I love oreos!
Spike carries on sipping at his milkshake, almost obvlivious to the world around him.
Lance Ryan thinks he’s the king of nCw, he thinks he’s untouchable…I’ve already dethroned an Emperor and took his place. Lance Ryan is next in line, and nothing…NOTHING…can stand in my way!
With that Spike suddenly gets up, Nola looking lost and confused, Spike walks right out of the little Italian Coffee shop and right up to the nCw cameramen. He looks angry, but he seems full of purpose as he grabs the cameraman.
Spike: You two douche’s wanna film something….come with me. I’ll give you something to film!
Spike walks off, leaving Nola behind in the coffee shop. The camermen look at each other before the feed cuts as they rush to catch up with Spike.
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The scene reopens on a house, one we’ve seen before. We know it’s Spike’s house, the one that resides in Hellview, USA. Spike stands outside looking into the house. Spike kicks the door open…yes, I know he has the keys but this is for emphasis, bitch. A small scream can be heard from inside as a woman appears with a large baseball bat with nails sticking out of it. It’s Freya Kane…obviously shook up by somebody kicking the damn door in. She swings the bat at Spike, who manages to duck just in time. Spike grabs his sister and tries to calm her down.
Spike: Freya! FREYA! Dammit it’s me!
Freya looks at Spike and slowly comes to her senses. She drops the bat and puts her arms around her brother.
Freya: Spike….what are you doing here? Don’t you have your big title match coming up?
Spike: Yes I do…that’s exactly why I’m here. It’s time Freya…time for me to let go of the past. Time for me to rid myself of my demons. Lance Ryan picked out my weakness and exploited it, for that I give the man credit…but I will not let it be the end of me. I will not let it push me down and cost me the biggest match of my nCw career. I can’t let it keep getting to me…
Spike lets go of Freya and he walks back to his pick up truck, picking something up as he does so.
Spike: Freya….anything you want to keep, get it in the truck now.
Freya: What? Why? …Spikey…what do you have in your hands!?
Spike has a large gas canister in his hands. He walks into the house and straight up the stairs, past pictures of himself in many different federations, including one picture of all the Crimson Fists members showing off their tattoes. Spike heads straight for the room on the end and opens it up. Spike looks into the room and hesitates.
Spike: …I’m so sorry Zell.
The room is obviously a childs room. There’s a small bed in the corner and hundreds of toys littering the room on the many shelves and shelving units. On the bed are some stuffed toys, a turtle and a stuffed Gizmo, from Gremlins. Spike walks over to the bed and picks them up. Tears begin to form in his eyes as he cuddles them. He then drops them in the middle of the room, before going around and picking up everything else. All the teddy bears, games and other such toys. He places them all in the middle of the room before opening up the gas canister. Tears are all but streaming from Spike as he struggles to talk.
Spike: I’m so sorry son, but this is the only way. I have to let you go, else I’ll be haunted for eternity….you mean the world to me, and one day I will see you again….rest in peace….son.
Spike pours gas all over the pile of toys, pictures and books. Then he seems to lose it a little as he starts soaking the entire room, downstairs ruckuss can be heard as people are quickly getting the valuables out of the house. Spike looks out of the window to see some nCw stagehands carrying the titles that he has won throughout his career out to his truck, as Freya runs out carrying her most precious items. Spike looks down once more at a photograph. It is a photo of Spike Kane, Zell Kane, Freya Kane and the two Holland brothers enjoying ice cream. Tears fall from Spike’s face…
Spike: …goodbye.
Spike lights a match and holds it in the air for a few seconds…before he lets it fall to the pile which ignites instantly. Spike is standing just outside the room as tears fall from his face, the fire in the room illuminates him. Spike wipes his face as he turns his back on the fire, walking away almost through the flames. We then cut to the outside. Where Spike walks out and Freya runs at him, punching him in the chest.
Freya: How could you!? How dare you! He ment something to all of us Spike! Not just you!
Freya cries almost hysterically as she buries her face in Spike’s chest. Spike places an arm around her as he looks back at his house. The flames have reached the entire upper floor and smoke is billowing from the windows and such. Spike’s face is now one of solemnity as he then turns back to the cameraman.
Spike: That’s enough….Lance. You have no power anymore, it has been washed away in the flames…so allow me to illuminate you. The more you try to get under my skin…the more like me you become. Your son…will carry on the legacy that my son could not…because by naming him after my son, you have all but made him…mine. Be prepared Lance…because unlike you, I did not show you what I’m capable of, I did not spend weeks trying to prove I could fight different styles, defeat varied opponents…I do not need to…I am the God of Xtreme, The Emperor of nCw…and the future World Heavyweight Champion…so Lance, enjoy your last few days of happiness, and kiss your son goodbye…all bets are off, and this war will end at Transgression…and it will end BY MY HAND!
Spike glares at the camera as the fire behind grows more fiercer and fiercer. The image of Spike and Freya cuddling infront of the burning building is a lasting image left on the screen for a few seconds, a few heartbreaking seconds as the scene then fades to black.
Nola: Ok Spike. I'm gonna order the drinks now. What do you want?
Spike: Oreo Milkshake...what are you having?
Nola: I think I'll have a hot chocolate....I'll be right back.
Nola gets up and heads over to the counter as Spike finally raises his head from his hands. We can tell straight away that Spike is or has been under extreme stress.
Lance Ryan....you push me further and further each day...how can I cling on to sanity any longer?
Spike sighs as he spots the nCw camera. He doesn't do anything though, he simply runs a hand through his hair as he awaits Nola to return. Lost in his thoughts, Spike Kane drifts off again.
This war took an unexpected turn. It has made victims of both me and Lance. Victims of our families and our sons. What started out as a war between Lance Ryan and Davey Ortega has turned into something much much more. Everybody who means anything has been dragged into this war one way or another. Something that started out professional, as a mere rivalry has taken a sick turn. It has delved into the depths of hatred, anger and extreme violence. I pull one of Lance's strings and he pulls one right back at me...it has become a war nobody can win...
...or has it?
Nola has come back over to the table, placing Spike's milkshake down and holding her own hot chocolate in her hands. She sits back down opposite Spike and smiles at him, obviously trying to keep the future World Champion in good spirits.
Spike: You know...I still can't get over what Lance Ryan did. How could a man stoop so *** damn low? You checked it all right?
Nola: Yes hun...I told you. I checked to see if it was legitimate, if the name was on his birth certificate. It's all legal...
Spike: It's just not right. Most times I'd be proud to have a child named after my son...but this isn't right. This isn't out of kindness, or for remembrance...it's for f*cking spite!
Nola:Calm down Spike, I don't want to get kicked out of this place too.
Spike: I'm trying to be calm. How can I not be a little crazy after that stunt Lance Ryan pulled? Huh? He brought up my dead son to strike a nerve, and once he saw that it did just that he played it, over and over again. I let it get to me, and thats my mistake. I've had to deal with it before, with self righteous assholes who have nothing better to talk about. They have no other flaw or weakness of mine that they can expose or take advantage of, so they constantly ride me about my poor son. Lance Ryan knows nothing of Zell, he didn't know how he lived,he didn't know how he died. He just assumed it was something he could use to his advantage. A chink in my armour so to speak. Zell ment the world to me...I did everything to get him away from Tanya, and merely a month or two afterwards he was taken from me. That is something that Lance Ryan will never have to go through. Lance missed his sons birth through his own mistakes. Something he will have to live with for the rest of his life. I missed my sons birth because I never even knew about him....a chance encounter that led to the happiest, cleverest, brightest little boy I've ever had the pleasure of knowing....Zell was a shining beacon in my dark life...and he was snuffed out when I barely had any time with him...Lance Ryan took abuse of that, and people try to say that I'm the bad guy!?
It's true....he's a monster!
Spike:It was Lance Ryan who speared Kelly Fox...who attacked a defenceless woman. Lance Ryan who says he works off emotions, yet he preys off them even more so. Lance Ryan who cannot beat me in the ring, but instead has to bring up hurtful and painful memories, instead of trying to take on a man of sound mind. Lance Ryan is a disgrace to the title he holds, a disgrace to nCw and a disgrace to this business. Lance will constantly drag on and take as much pleasure as he can from the hurt I feel when he has the cheek to mention my sons name. Losing a child is something most people can never understand....one of those people who does however? Is my dear brother. One of Lance's impact players, a former and future world champion in this industry. A man who also had his son taken away from him...it truly is quite scary how simiar our lives have been, Jack;s and mine...but they do say these things tend to happen to twins. Odd that isn't it? Things at the moment are pretty rough between Jack and myself. Kind of like a darkside, lightside thing going on. Yet me and Jack have more in common than ever....we have both lost our families at a young age, we were both beaten on regular basis, we both made our way into the wrestling world and made huge succes' out of ourselves...and more recvently, we have both lost our sons. Something you seem to have overlooked Lance. You constantly ride me about the loss of my child, when the man standing next to you has recently lost his. Reckless Jack is all but a duplicate of me Lace, something you SHOULD know by now. How much can you trust Reckless Jack? Three members of his family are now in the nCw, two of them in the Empire…and that’s not counting his younger sister! Blood is thicker than water Lance…you knew that when you took Jack on your side…I tell you know…it’s just a matter of time…
Nola looks at Spike, a little questionable. Maybe she’s thinking Spike has something in the worls that he hasn’t told anybody about. Or maybe once again, Spike is just playing Mind Games with Lance Ryan and the rest of No Warning Shot.
Nola: How’s your shake?
Spike: Pretty good to be honest. Never tried one of these before…man…I love oreos!
Spike carries on sipping at his milkshake, almost obvlivious to the world around him.
Lance Ryan thinks he’s the king of nCw, he thinks he’s untouchable…I’ve already dethroned an Emperor and took his place. Lance Ryan is next in line, and nothing…NOTHING…can stand in my way!
With that Spike suddenly gets up, Nola looking lost and confused, Spike walks right out of the little Italian Coffee shop and right up to the nCw cameramen. He looks angry, but he seems full of purpose as he grabs the cameraman.
Spike: You two douche’s wanna film something….come with me. I’ll give you something to film!
Spike walks off, leaving Nola behind in the coffee shop. The camermen look at each other before the feed cuts as they rush to catch up with Spike.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene reopens on a house, one we’ve seen before. We know it’s Spike’s house, the one that resides in Hellview, USA. Spike stands outside looking into the house. Spike kicks the door open…yes, I know he has the keys but this is for emphasis, bitch. A small scream can be heard from inside as a woman appears with a large baseball bat with nails sticking out of it. It’s Freya Kane…obviously shook up by somebody kicking the damn door in. She swings the bat at Spike, who manages to duck just in time. Spike grabs his sister and tries to calm her down.
Spike: Freya! FREYA! Dammit it’s me!
Freya looks at Spike and slowly comes to her senses. She drops the bat and puts her arms around her brother.
Freya: Spike….what are you doing here? Don’t you have your big title match coming up?
Spike: Yes I do…that’s exactly why I’m here. It’s time Freya…time for me to let go of the past. Time for me to rid myself of my demons. Lance Ryan picked out my weakness and exploited it, for that I give the man credit…but I will not let it be the end of me. I will not let it push me down and cost me the biggest match of my nCw career. I can’t let it keep getting to me…
Spike lets go of Freya and he walks back to his pick up truck, picking something up as he does so.
Spike: Freya….anything you want to keep, get it in the truck now.
Freya: What? Why? …Spikey…what do you have in your hands!?
Spike has a large gas canister in his hands. He walks into the house and straight up the stairs, past pictures of himself in many different federations, including one picture of all the Crimson Fists members showing off their tattoes. Spike heads straight for the room on the end and opens it up. Spike looks into the room and hesitates.
Spike: …I’m so sorry Zell.
The room is obviously a childs room. There’s a small bed in the corner and hundreds of toys littering the room on the many shelves and shelving units. On the bed are some stuffed toys, a turtle and a stuffed Gizmo, from Gremlins. Spike walks over to the bed and picks them up. Tears begin to form in his eyes as he cuddles them. He then drops them in the middle of the room, before going around and picking up everything else. All the teddy bears, games and other such toys. He places them all in the middle of the room before opening up the gas canister. Tears are all but streaming from Spike as he struggles to talk.
Spike: I’m so sorry son, but this is the only way. I have to let you go, else I’ll be haunted for eternity….you mean the world to me, and one day I will see you again….rest in peace….son.
Spike pours gas all over the pile of toys, pictures and books. Then he seems to lose it a little as he starts soaking the entire room, downstairs ruckuss can be heard as people are quickly getting the valuables out of the house. Spike looks out of the window to see some nCw stagehands carrying the titles that he has won throughout his career out to his truck, as Freya runs out carrying her most precious items. Spike looks down once more at a photograph. It is a photo of Spike Kane, Zell Kane, Freya Kane and the two Holland brothers enjoying ice cream. Tears fall from Spike’s face…
Spike: …goodbye.
Spike lights a match and holds it in the air for a few seconds…before he lets it fall to the pile which ignites instantly. Spike is standing just outside the room as tears fall from his face, the fire in the room illuminates him. Spike wipes his face as he turns his back on the fire, walking away almost through the flames. We then cut to the outside. Where Spike walks out and Freya runs at him, punching him in the chest.
Freya: How could you!? How dare you! He ment something to all of us Spike! Not just you!
Freya cries almost hysterically as she buries her face in Spike’s chest. Spike places an arm around her as he looks back at his house. The flames have reached the entire upper floor and smoke is billowing from the windows and such. Spike’s face is now one of solemnity as he then turns back to the cameraman.
Spike: That’s enough….Lance. You have no power anymore, it has been washed away in the flames…so allow me to illuminate you. The more you try to get under my skin…the more like me you become. Your son…will carry on the legacy that my son could not…because by naming him after my son, you have all but made him…mine. Be prepared Lance…because unlike you, I did not show you what I’m capable of, I did not spend weeks trying to prove I could fight different styles, defeat varied opponents…I do not need to…I am the God of Xtreme, The Emperor of nCw…and the future World Heavyweight Champion…so Lance, enjoy your last few days of happiness, and kiss your son goodbye…all bets are off, and this war will end at Transgression…and it will end BY MY HAND!
Spike glares at the camera as the fire behind grows more fiercer and fiercer. The image of Spike and Freya cuddling infront of the burning building is a lasting image left on the screen for a few seconds, a few heartbreaking seconds as the scene then fades to black.