Post by Spike Kane on Feb 29, 2008 13:16:27 GMT -6
The Scene opens up on the familiar setting of the Milo/Spike household. In the room we can see Milo leaning on the back of the sofa his arms folded and looking down on the floor. Behind him squatted on the floor in a pink dressing gown is Freya Kane, tears still roll down her face. There’s a knock on the door and Milo moves almost automatically to open it. Standing outside is Chad Lights with a worried smile on his face, obviously not sure whether to smile or frown or whatever. Milo moves to the side and allows Chad in. Chad walks into the room and leans against the pillar by the breakfast bar. Freya sees him and gets to her feet, leaving the room. Chad looks to Milo for an explanation.
Milo: She blames wrestling for the way Spike is...
Chad nods silently, accepting the remark and by the tone in Milo’s voice that he doesn’t believe it. Milo opens up his fridge to take out a drink, however instead of rows and rows of beer, there’s rows and rows of Powerthirst.
Milo: Want a drink?
Chad: Sure what ya got?
Milo: Powerthirst.
Chad: Awesome. What Flav-
Milo: GUN!
Chad holds back his laughter as Milo smirks and chucks him a bottle. A bang is heard from the nearby bathroom. Chad looks towards it, and points the bottle towards the room.
Chad: Is he?
Milo: Yeah...Freya had a quick shower when they got back and he’s been in there ever since.
Chad: I couldn’t blame him really...
Milo: So you saw the promo video?
Chad: Of course. It’s my job. Reckon he’ll be alright to talk?
Milo: He hasn’t spoken a word since....not even to Freya..
Chad: I hope he’s ok...
Milo: Spike was never ok Chad. He was just a little more stable than usual...
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The scene quickly changes to inside the bathroom. The shower is running heavily as Spike stands there donning a pair of Hawaiian shorts. The water just pours all over him as he hangs his head. He raises a hand and leans against the wall as he lets out a final sob. The water flooding over him. Washing away the dirt, mud, shame and depression. Spike switches off the shower and steps out walking onto a towel on the floor. He doesn’t pick one up however, he leans over the sink and glares right into the mirror.
“I’m not who I used to be anymore....
...I’ve become a lesser man..
..softer...
...weaker...
....different”
Spike looks up into the mirror and the mirror shakes violently. We’re seeing this because it wouldn’t make sense otherwise, ok? The mirror shakes and Spike’s vision goes wonky before he looks down at his hands. His hands are covered in blood, pouring all over them. Spike freaks out a little, looking up at the mirror, his eyes wide with fear. A voice can be heard which makes Spike wince.
”You are a fighting machine. You were raised to be such, and you were raised so that nothing would stand in your way. All these things...money....clothes....material possessions. They mean nothing, they are nothing, and lost in them YOU are nothing! You came to nCw as monster, you did what you needed to do to get where you are...by any means necessary!”
In the mirror we see an image of Jack Manson, his face a mask of crimson, handcuffed to the barbed wire hardcore cage.
”You would do anything to incapacitate your opponents, to ensure your victory...accepting any form of violence to complete your goals. You claim to be the God of Xtreme....once upon a time you were xtreme, violence incarnate....”
The scene now changes to Lance Ryan donning a crimson mask and laying on the mat broken and beaten after Spike defeated him for the nCw World Title.
”Cheating isn’t cheating if you don’t get caught. You knew this going into your battle with Lance Ryan, you took the fight to him, something he’s never had to deal with in nCw. You left the man who thought he was untouchable in a pool of his own blood, and began his life’s downward spiral....once upon a time you didn’t care about your victims....you were heartless.”
Spike stares at his hands and the mirror in shock and disbelief. The blood on his hands pours and separates, spelling out words on each hand. On his left is the word “Manson” and on the right is the word “Ryan” Spike shakes his hands trying to get the blood off of them, before the image in the mirror changes once more to an image of Spike spinebustering Davey Ortega through the table in the Dragon’s Den.
”Ruthless. Aggressive. Destructive. Annihilation....this is you Spike Kane. This is the God of Xtreme....and I will help you become him once more...”
”...Frank?”
The image on the mirror fades as does the blood on Spike’s hands, but before everything returns to normal writing crawls across the mirror in blood...
”Like Violence.
You have me.
Forever, and after.”
Spike clutches at his head and bends over the sink, throwing up a little. He switches the tap on and runs the cold water, splashing some up and over his face. He looks back up at the mirror and everything is fine, everything is back to normal. Spike picks a towel off the rack and wipes his face before turning and walking out of the bathroom.
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Back in the living room, Chad and Milo have been talking when suddenly the bathroom door opens and Spike appears, dressed in nothing but his shorts with more than a little water dripping from him. Chad steps forwards ad in front of Spike.
Chad: Spike...hey...I just wanted to let you know if you wanna ta-
Spike grabs Chad by the throat and slams him right up against the wall, choking the life from nCw’s most popular interviewer.
Chad: ...s...sp..ik...e.....pl...e...a.se....
Milo moves forwards and pulls Spike off of Chad, holding him back as he tries to grab Chad again.
Chad: What the hell!?
Milo: Spike! What the heck man!?
Chad: I just wanted to make sure your ok...we’re here, your friends to look after you!
Spike forces himself away from Milo Holland, the briefest glance of a challenge in both mens eyes, a confrontation swiftly avoided. Spike glares at Chad before he speaks.[/i
Spike: I don’t need you...any of you. I’ll be fine soon enough, I’ll be myself once again....Frank will help me!
Spike storms off into his room and slams the door closed behind him.
Milo: That’s not good...
Chad: Did he just say Frank? Who the hell is Frank? Has nCw hired ANOTHER interviewer!?
Milo: Chad shut up for a minute....Frank. Frank is Spike’s imaginary friend Chad...
Chad: Imaginary friend? C’mon, spike’s like 29...don’t you think he’s a little old for an imaginary friend?
Milo: My point exactly Chad. This means Spike was effected more than we thought so...he was doing so well, he almost came across as normal....maybe I should tell Dave about this? Maybe even Brad...think he’d care?
Chad: I don’t know Milo....but...I’m getting the feeling Frank isn’t a good guy..
Chad rubs his throat as Milo looks to the door where Spike disappeared through.
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Inside spike’s bedroom Freya had been sat. Sitting on the bed and looking out the window. She was dressed now. Big black military boots and a flowing gothicy looking dress. Her hair was down and still wet. She walked around her brother’s bedroom, looking at the photographs he had on display. There’s a couple that stand out...one of Spike and Nola, one of Spike and Freya outside their old house, one of Reckless Jack, Spike and Freya standing outside one of the nCw events. Then she spots another photograph, not in a frame, but hidden away. It’s a photograph of an orphanage, THE orphanage. Freya’s lips tremble as she sees the photograph before she hears a noise from outside the room (Spike slamming Chad against the wall) she quickly puts the photograph away and sits down on the bed before Spike bursts into the room and slams it shut behind him, finally taking a breather and resting up against the door.
Freya: do you feel any better?
Spike: I guess...but who was I kidding? As if a shower could make any man forget his past....forget the loss of a loved one.
Freya: So you did still love her?
Spike: What kind of question is that? Of course I did!
Freya: So why did you dump her?
Spike: Freya....Nola and me...we’d reached the point where we just weren’t right for each other. We argued, we fought, and we said things deliberately to hurt each other. She suggested that we go on a break...she said that, knowing full well I don’t believe in it, that it’s bulls**t...so I did what I knew she secretly wanted...and I ended her relationship....then...then she did the stupidest thing ever....at first it pissed me off..
Freya: What!?
Spike: After everything I had to go through over Christmas! Open f**king heart surgery! I had to fight for my life! Fight to survive! Then she throws hers away!!
Spike breaks down again and begins to cry a little. But he stops himself, angry for letting it get to him once more. He wipes his face and takes a deep breath.
Spike: She’ gone now...and like Lance Ryan went out of his way to mention....she’s just like Zell. Somebody I loved who died because of me.
Freya: Don’t be so stupid!
Spike: No Freya...I’ve accepted it. Everything I touch turns to s**t! Zell died because of me, there’s no two ways about it. I have a heart condition, and I passed that onto my son...my son wasn’t given a chance at life and at such a young age he was taken from me, taken from us...something Lance Ryan finds oddly comforting...but hey, I guess maybe I’m not the sick and twisted one like usual huh?
Nola...she died because of me. She died because I ended it, she took her own life...something I will never forgive her for, but I will never stop loving her. Lance thinks he’s a damn martyr or something? Getting REVENGE for Nola? Hell if Lance was HALF as clever as he thinks he is....then it’d be Conrad Jones laying in that grave rather than Nola!
Spike begins to pace the room, anger clearly emanating from him.
Freya: So your still going through with the match then?
Spike: Of course I am. I’m the nCw World Champion. I have a title to defend, pride to defend, honour to defend. I will not let my emotions take over me again. I can bottle things up long enough to last through Sunday....it will be a crazy night indeed. Two of the greatest people I’ve ever battled in my career, along with one of the sneakiest sons of bitches referring the match...
Freya: I just don’t want you to make things worse for yourself...
Spike: It’s ok Freya. I’ll deal with my demons within time...but the anger, the rage....all of that, I’ll save until Sunday. A special present for my three friends, Lance, Jack and Davey...because let’s face it...Davey has something planned, else he wouldn’t be there...
Freya climbs to her feet and moves forward putting her arms around her brother. Spike places his arms around her as he looks out the window and around the room. He then spots some of the photographs moved and one in particular...that of the orphanage. He closes his eyes to try and block it out.
”We’ll get him back Spike...for what he did to us...and what his henchmen did to us...even if he didn’t do it himself, he’s still to be held accountable...they were his responsibility...as were we.
His time will come”
We fade out...
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..tooooooooooooooooo, the graveyard. You guessed it. We fade to the very place we have been twice already in this past week. However now we see Spike Kane standing over the grave but slightly to the left of it, standing almost in-between the grave we know as Nola’s and another. As the camera pans down we see the name on the other gravestone the name of....”Zell Kane” Everything makes sense now as Spike looks down at both graves.
Spike: You would have loved her son...she would have been a great mother to you. Wouldn’t you Nola?
Spike’s head moves from one grave to the other. He bends down on one knee. He places a clean and fresh chess piece onto the gravestone of Zell Kane and a single black rose onto that of Nola’s.
Spike: Family is the one thing I’ve wanted all my life and I’ve always been denied. I know now that you two are together and I pray you look after each other as I pray you watch over Freya....I miss both of you, and one day...when all this is over, maybe I’ll see you both again...
Spike runs a hand through his hair as he turns around and begins to walk away from the graves. He plunges his hands into his hoddie’s pockets, after putting his hood up. His hair falls out of the hood slightly and over his face. Spike begins to talk as he walks through the big dark gates of the cemetery and out onto the street.
Spike: In these past few days secrets from my past have been revealed, my hopes and dreams have been announced to the world as much as my tragedies and devastation. Don’t fret nCw, don’t worry...Spike Kane may not be the same person he was when he defended this world title against Davey Ortega and Christian Kane...but I swear to you now...Spike Kane will defend this world title against Lance Ryan and Jack Manson. If it takes every ounce of breath I have, every drop of blood, and every bead of sweat...i will defend this championship with my life. Not because I need the gold, or because the gold itself means anything to me...no. But this championship represents something. This world championship reflects everything that is good in this world, and everything that is wrong with it. When you think about it...you look at me, a man who was orphaned as a child, separated from his entire family and forced to live in an Orphanage. This orphanage was a front for an underground and highly illegal child fight club ring. This kid then grew up and broke into the wrestling world, revolving around sex, drugs, alcohol and tons and tons of violence. This kid now stands before you....once more Straight Edge. Teetering on the edge, ready to break, ready to snap and ready to give in to temptation. This is your world champion nCw...and this is what is wrong with the world today...people like me. This is why I will take the first step to bettering myself, and thus bettering the nCw in general...drugs and alcohol have tainted my body in the past, but no longer...not a drop, or a grain...that makes me better than the majority of the population of this world already.
Spike steps off the pavement and begins to cross the road. He steps up back onto the path right outside a store where a young thug...(Chav) dressed in tracksuit bottoms, nike “shockz”, a tracksuit jacket and a baseball cap at a forty five degree angle approaches Spike Kane.
Chav: Oi! Grebo...get me some beer from that shop.
Spike stops and looks up at the poor individual, the child who was more than likely raised by a benefit sucking underage whore.
Spike: Kid..you’re exactly what I’m talking about. You’re the kind of person that makes people look at the human race as a disease. A plague that takes over every patch of earth and destroys everything in their way, leaving death and destruction in their wake. I don’t blame you...it’s probably not your fault. It’s more than likely your whore of a mother and ignorant s**t of a father. I know your type...you’re the type who would call names at me across the street, hurl abuse and attack me in gangs of f**king twenty....your scum kid...and that’s quite frankly the only thing I could say.
Chav: whatever ya dirty rocker! I said beer not a f**king lecture, twat!
Spike grabs the guy by the head and throws him through the window of the Off Licence (alcohol store, 7-11?) the Asian owner begins to freak out, running out to Spike. Spike simply takes out his wallet and hands a wad of notes to the Asian man. The chavscum lies on the floor crying like a bitch. Spike walks off.
Spike: Similarities it seems between myself and Lance Ryan. That may be where it ends right there. You see Lance is all about himself once again I’m drawn back to his claims of not wanting gold for the sake of it, but wanting it for the TV time, something he and Brad have said. Well..Brad I believe...you Lance? I know you’re full of s**t. The amount of times you’ve claimed the nCw world Title to be “my title” shows that you clearly long for this material possession, you desire to hold it in your hands or around your waist. The power, authority and influence it carries. It’s something that I have...and trust me, I plan on using this influence to destroy the filth of this world, like that piece of s**t back there. Somebody that Jack Manson will no doubt have some knowledge of. You see, Jack and I, we’re both from this s**thole of a country. We both had to sit by whilst scum bag families mooch off our tax pounds and live like f**king kings. Whilst immigrants came into our country and took advantage of our health service, of our benefits. Tell me why does an Asian family with no jobs get a three storey house, free car and free mobile phones...when hard working blue collar men have to work their fingers to the bone just to scrape enough food for him and his family? Chav’s they are called in this craphole. The dregs of society, the thugs who stab old women for their pension money....Jack Manson must worry about his parents all the time. I mean it’s not bad enough that a psychopath like me could find his parents and kidnap them whilst this pathetic nation was busy watching a damn soccer game. It’s disgraceful...but then again, so is Jack Manson. He has been thrown a bone, the biggest chance a man could ever have and yet he remains quite, hidden behind closed doors. I can hear the whispers already that Jack is becoming the new Davey Ortega. It doesn’t bother me, I know Jack Manson well enough to know that he’ll show on Sunday, full force and all guns blaring...because not only does he want revenge, not only does he no longer have anything left to lose...but his greed is consuming him!
Spike walks around a corner and begins to walk towards a car park. In the distance we can see Spike’s truck parked near a streetlight that flickers on and off.
Spike: So Jack will bring his A game...whether it be Manson at the steering wheel or Jack...it doesn’t matter in the long run, because quite frankly...Manson can’t cut it. Two men in this ring have held the most prestigious title in the world. The title that makes everybody pay attention and listen. The other is doomed to flap around the National title for all time...I’ve seen it happen many a time before. Lance is determined to get revenge, to right what he sees as a terrible wrong when I dethroned him...I’m sorry Lance, but what happened was just the law of the world...survival of the fittest. I stand here now before you both...a wiser man, a stronger man...a man ready to tear you both to pieces to protect what is his, to keep what is his and to prevent either of you from taking it. I may not be the best this world has to offer, I may not come close....but this business, I am defiantly one of the best it has to offer. I have earned my fame, I have paid my dues. I’ve gone along with the stupidest of gimmicks, fought the best, fought the worst, won and lost to both. I am here...I am a force to be reckoned with...and neither of you can imagine just how much I will be bringing to the ring come Sunday Night...you threaten me...you attempt to steal from me...now you will suffer the wrath of Violence Incarnate!
Spike stops talking as he reaches his truck. He slides the hood off his head and grins a totally demented grin as he walks to the passenger side of the truck. He opens the door.
Spike: After you Frank...
Spike closes the door then walks around and opens his own door before climbing in. After a few seconds the ignition is switched and the engine roars to life. Inside we can see Spike talking to nothing but thin air....the scene fades away as Spike drives off...
Milo: She blames wrestling for the way Spike is...
Chad nods silently, accepting the remark and by the tone in Milo’s voice that he doesn’t believe it. Milo opens up his fridge to take out a drink, however instead of rows and rows of beer, there’s rows and rows of Powerthirst.
Milo: Want a drink?
Chad: Sure what ya got?
Milo: Powerthirst.
Chad: Awesome. What Flav-
Milo: GUN!
Chad holds back his laughter as Milo smirks and chucks him a bottle. A bang is heard from the nearby bathroom. Chad looks towards it, and points the bottle towards the room.
Chad: Is he?
Milo: Yeah...Freya had a quick shower when they got back and he’s been in there ever since.
Chad: I couldn’t blame him really...
Milo: So you saw the promo video?
Chad: Of course. It’s my job. Reckon he’ll be alright to talk?
Milo: He hasn’t spoken a word since....not even to Freya..
Chad: I hope he’s ok...
Milo: Spike was never ok Chad. He was just a little more stable than usual...
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The scene quickly changes to inside the bathroom. The shower is running heavily as Spike stands there donning a pair of Hawaiian shorts. The water just pours all over him as he hangs his head. He raises a hand and leans against the wall as he lets out a final sob. The water flooding over him. Washing away the dirt, mud, shame and depression. Spike switches off the shower and steps out walking onto a towel on the floor. He doesn’t pick one up however, he leans over the sink and glares right into the mirror.
“I’m not who I used to be anymore....
...I’ve become a lesser man..
..softer...
...weaker...
....different”
Spike looks up into the mirror and the mirror shakes violently. We’re seeing this because it wouldn’t make sense otherwise, ok? The mirror shakes and Spike’s vision goes wonky before he looks down at his hands. His hands are covered in blood, pouring all over them. Spike freaks out a little, looking up at the mirror, his eyes wide with fear. A voice can be heard which makes Spike wince.
”You are a fighting machine. You were raised to be such, and you were raised so that nothing would stand in your way. All these things...money....clothes....material possessions. They mean nothing, they are nothing, and lost in them YOU are nothing! You came to nCw as monster, you did what you needed to do to get where you are...by any means necessary!”
In the mirror we see an image of Jack Manson, his face a mask of crimson, handcuffed to the barbed wire hardcore cage.
”You would do anything to incapacitate your opponents, to ensure your victory...accepting any form of violence to complete your goals. You claim to be the God of Xtreme....once upon a time you were xtreme, violence incarnate....”
The scene now changes to Lance Ryan donning a crimson mask and laying on the mat broken and beaten after Spike defeated him for the nCw World Title.
”Cheating isn’t cheating if you don’t get caught. You knew this going into your battle with Lance Ryan, you took the fight to him, something he’s never had to deal with in nCw. You left the man who thought he was untouchable in a pool of his own blood, and began his life’s downward spiral....once upon a time you didn’t care about your victims....you were heartless.”
Spike stares at his hands and the mirror in shock and disbelief. The blood on his hands pours and separates, spelling out words on each hand. On his left is the word “Manson” and on the right is the word “Ryan” Spike shakes his hands trying to get the blood off of them, before the image in the mirror changes once more to an image of Spike spinebustering Davey Ortega through the table in the Dragon’s Den.
”Ruthless. Aggressive. Destructive. Annihilation....this is you Spike Kane. This is the God of Xtreme....and I will help you become him once more...”
”...Frank?”
The image on the mirror fades as does the blood on Spike’s hands, but before everything returns to normal writing crawls across the mirror in blood...
”Like Violence.
You have me.
Forever, and after.”
Spike clutches at his head and bends over the sink, throwing up a little. He switches the tap on and runs the cold water, splashing some up and over his face. He looks back up at the mirror and everything is fine, everything is back to normal. Spike picks a towel off the rack and wipes his face before turning and walking out of the bathroom.
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Back in the living room, Chad and Milo have been talking when suddenly the bathroom door opens and Spike appears, dressed in nothing but his shorts with more than a little water dripping from him. Chad steps forwards ad in front of Spike.
Chad: Spike...hey...I just wanted to let you know if you wanna ta-
Spike grabs Chad by the throat and slams him right up against the wall, choking the life from nCw’s most popular interviewer.
Chad: ...s...sp..ik...e.....pl...e...a.se....
Milo moves forwards and pulls Spike off of Chad, holding him back as he tries to grab Chad again.
Chad: What the hell!?
Milo: Spike! What the heck man!?
Chad: I just wanted to make sure your ok...we’re here, your friends to look after you!
Spike forces himself away from Milo Holland, the briefest glance of a challenge in both mens eyes, a confrontation swiftly avoided. Spike glares at Chad before he speaks.[/i
Spike: I don’t need you...any of you. I’ll be fine soon enough, I’ll be myself once again....Frank will help me!
Spike storms off into his room and slams the door closed behind him.
Milo: That’s not good...
Chad: Did he just say Frank? Who the hell is Frank? Has nCw hired ANOTHER interviewer!?
Milo: Chad shut up for a minute....Frank. Frank is Spike’s imaginary friend Chad...
Chad: Imaginary friend? C’mon, spike’s like 29...don’t you think he’s a little old for an imaginary friend?
Milo: My point exactly Chad. This means Spike was effected more than we thought so...he was doing so well, he almost came across as normal....maybe I should tell Dave about this? Maybe even Brad...think he’d care?
Chad: I don’t know Milo....but...I’m getting the feeling Frank isn’t a good guy..
Chad rubs his throat as Milo looks to the door where Spike disappeared through.
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Inside spike’s bedroom Freya had been sat. Sitting on the bed and looking out the window. She was dressed now. Big black military boots and a flowing gothicy looking dress. Her hair was down and still wet. She walked around her brother’s bedroom, looking at the photographs he had on display. There’s a couple that stand out...one of Spike and Nola, one of Spike and Freya outside their old house, one of Reckless Jack, Spike and Freya standing outside one of the nCw events. Then she spots another photograph, not in a frame, but hidden away. It’s a photograph of an orphanage, THE orphanage. Freya’s lips tremble as she sees the photograph before she hears a noise from outside the room (Spike slamming Chad against the wall) she quickly puts the photograph away and sits down on the bed before Spike bursts into the room and slams it shut behind him, finally taking a breather and resting up against the door.
Freya: do you feel any better?
Spike: I guess...but who was I kidding? As if a shower could make any man forget his past....forget the loss of a loved one.
Freya: So you did still love her?
Spike: What kind of question is that? Of course I did!
Freya: So why did you dump her?
Spike: Freya....Nola and me...we’d reached the point where we just weren’t right for each other. We argued, we fought, and we said things deliberately to hurt each other. She suggested that we go on a break...she said that, knowing full well I don’t believe in it, that it’s bulls**t...so I did what I knew she secretly wanted...and I ended her relationship....then...then she did the stupidest thing ever....at first it pissed me off..
Freya: What!?
Spike: After everything I had to go through over Christmas! Open f**king heart surgery! I had to fight for my life! Fight to survive! Then she throws hers away!!
Spike breaks down again and begins to cry a little. But he stops himself, angry for letting it get to him once more. He wipes his face and takes a deep breath.
Spike: She’ gone now...and like Lance Ryan went out of his way to mention....she’s just like Zell. Somebody I loved who died because of me.
Freya: Don’t be so stupid!
Spike: No Freya...I’ve accepted it. Everything I touch turns to s**t! Zell died because of me, there’s no two ways about it. I have a heart condition, and I passed that onto my son...my son wasn’t given a chance at life and at such a young age he was taken from me, taken from us...something Lance Ryan finds oddly comforting...but hey, I guess maybe I’m not the sick and twisted one like usual huh?
Nola...she died because of me. She died because I ended it, she took her own life...something I will never forgive her for, but I will never stop loving her. Lance thinks he’s a damn martyr or something? Getting REVENGE for Nola? Hell if Lance was HALF as clever as he thinks he is....then it’d be Conrad Jones laying in that grave rather than Nola!
Spike begins to pace the room, anger clearly emanating from him.
Freya: So your still going through with the match then?
Spike: Of course I am. I’m the nCw World Champion. I have a title to defend, pride to defend, honour to defend. I will not let my emotions take over me again. I can bottle things up long enough to last through Sunday....it will be a crazy night indeed. Two of the greatest people I’ve ever battled in my career, along with one of the sneakiest sons of bitches referring the match...
Freya: I just don’t want you to make things worse for yourself...
Spike: It’s ok Freya. I’ll deal with my demons within time...but the anger, the rage....all of that, I’ll save until Sunday. A special present for my three friends, Lance, Jack and Davey...because let’s face it...Davey has something planned, else he wouldn’t be there...
Freya climbs to her feet and moves forward putting her arms around her brother. Spike places his arms around her as he looks out the window and around the room. He then spots some of the photographs moved and one in particular...that of the orphanage. He closes his eyes to try and block it out.
”We’ll get him back Spike...for what he did to us...and what his henchmen did to us...even if he didn’t do it himself, he’s still to be held accountable...they were his responsibility...as were we.
His time will come”
We fade out...
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..tooooooooooooooooo, the graveyard. You guessed it. We fade to the very place we have been twice already in this past week. However now we see Spike Kane standing over the grave but slightly to the left of it, standing almost in-between the grave we know as Nola’s and another. As the camera pans down we see the name on the other gravestone the name of....”Zell Kane” Everything makes sense now as Spike looks down at both graves.
Spike: You would have loved her son...she would have been a great mother to you. Wouldn’t you Nola?
Spike’s head moves from one grave to the other. He bends down on one knee. He places a clean and fresh chess piece onto the gravestone of Zell Kane and a single black rose onto that of Nola’s.
Spike: Family is the one thing I’ve wanted all my life and I’ve always been denied. I know now that you two are together and I pray you look after each other as I pray you watch over Freya....I miss both of you, and one day...when all this is over, maybe I’ll see you both again...
Spike runs a hand through his hair as he turns around and begins to walk away from the graves. He plunges his hands into his hoddie’s pockets, after putting his hood up. His hair falls out of the hood slightly and over his face. Spike begins to talk as he walks through the big dark gates of the cemetery and out onto the street.
Spike: In these past few days secrets from my past have been revealed, my hopes and dreams have been announced to the world as much as my tragedies and devastation. Don’t fret nCw, don’t worry...Spike Kane may not be the same person he was when he defended this world title against Davey Ortega and Christian Kane...but I swear to you now...Spike Kane will defend this world title against Lance Ryan and Jack Manson. If it takes every ounce of breath I have, every drop of blood, and every bead of sweat...i will defend this championship with my life. Not because I need the gold, or because the gold itself means anything to me...no. But this championship represents something. This world championship reflects everything that is good in this world, and everything that is wrong with it. When you think about it...you look at me, a man who was orphaned as a child, separated from his entire family and forced to live in an Orphanage. This orphanage was a front for an underground and highly illegal child fight club ring. This kid then grew up and broke into the wrestling world, revolving around sex, drugs, alcohol and tons and tons of violence. This kid now stands before you....once more Straight Edge. Teetering on the edge, ready to break, ready to snap and ready to give in to temptation. This is your world champion nCw...and this is what is wrong with the world today...people like me. This is why I will take the first step to bettering myself, and thus bettering the nCw in general...drugs and alcohol have tainted my body in the past, but no longer...not a drop, or a grain...that makes me better than the majority of the population of this world already.
Spike steps off the pavement and begins to cross the road. He steps up back onto the path right outside a store where a young thug...(Chav) dressed in tracksuit bottoms, nike “shockz”, a tracksuit jacket and a baseball cap at a forty five degree angle approaches Spike Kane.
Chav: Oi! Grebo...get me some beer from that shop.
Spike stops and looks up at the poor individual, the child who was more than likely raised by a benefit sucking underage whore.
Spike: Kid..you’re exactly what I’m talking about. You’re the kind of person that makes people look at the human race as a disease. A plague that takes over every patch of earth and destroys everything in their way, leaving death and destruction in their wake. I don’t blame you...it’s probably not your fault. It’s more than likely your whore of a mother and ignorant s**t of a father. I know your type...you’re the type who would call names at me across the street, hurl abuse and attack me in gangs of f**king twenty....your scum kid...and that’s quite frankly the only thing I could say.
Chav: whatever ya dirty rocker! I said beer not a f**king lecture, twat!
Spike grabs the guy by the head and throws him through the window of the Off Licence (alcohol store, 7-11?) the Asian owner begins to freak out, running out to Spike. Spike simply takes out his wallet and hands a wad of notes to the Asian man. The chavscum lies on the floor crying like a bitch. Spike walks off.
Spike: Similarities it seems between myself and Lance Ryan. That may be where it ends right there. You see Lance is all about himself once again I’m drawn back to his claims of not wanting gold for the sake of it, but wanting it for the TV time, something he and Brad have said. Well..Brad I believe...you Lance? I know you’re full of s**t. The amount of times you’ve claimed the nCw world Title to be “my title” shows that you clearly long for this material possession, you desire to hold it in your hands or around your waist. The power, authority and influence it carries. It’s something that I have...and trust me, I plan on using this influence to destroy the filth of this world, like that piece of s**t back there. Somebody that Jack Manson will no doubt have some knowledge of. You see, Jack and I, we’re both from this s**thole of a country. We both had to sit by whilst scum bag families mooch off our tax pounds and live like f**king kings. Whilst immigrants came into our country and took advantage of our health service, of our benefits. Tell me why does an Asian family with no jobs get a three storey house, free car and free mobile phones...when hard working blue collar men have to work their fingers to the bone just to scrape enough food for him and his family? Chav’s they are called in this craphole. The dregs of society, the thugs who stab old women for their pension money....Jack Manson must worry about his parents all the time. I mean it’s not bad enough that a psychopath like me could find his parents and kidnap them whilst this pathetic nation was busy watching a damn soccer game. It’s disgraceful...but then again, so is Jack Manson. He has been thrown a bone, the biggest chance a man could ever have and yet he remains quite, hidden behind closed doors. I can hear the whispers already that Jack is becoming the new Davey Ortega. It doesn’t bother me, I know Jack Manson well enough to know that he’ll show on Sunday, full force and all guns blaring...because not only does he want revenge, not only does he no longer have anything left to lose...but his greed is consuming him!
Spike walks around a corner and begins to walk towards a car park. In the distance we can see Spike’s truck parked near a streetlight that flickers on and off.
Spike: So Jack will bring his A game...whether it be Manson at the steering wheel or Jack...it doesn’t matter in the long run, because quite frankly...Manson can’t cut it. Two men in this ring have held the most prestigious title in the world. The title that makes everybody pay attention and listen. The other is doomed to flap around the National title for all time...I’ve seen it happen many a time before. Lance is determined to get revenge, to right what he sees as a terrible wrong when I dethroned him...I’m sorry Lance, but what happened was just the law of the world...survival of the fittest. I stand here now before you both...a wiser man, a stronger man...a man ready to tear you both to pieces to protect what is his, to keep what is his and to prevent either of you from taking it. I may not be the best this world has to offer, I may not come close....but this business, I am defiantly one of the best it has to offer. I have earned my fame, I have paid my dues. I’ve gone along with the stupidest of gimmicks, fought the best, fought the worst, won and lost to both. I am here...I am a force to be reckoned with...and neither of you can imagine just how much I will be bringing to the ring come Sunday Night...you threaten me...you attempt to steal from me...now you will suffer the wrath of Violence Incarnate!
Spike stops talking as he reaches his truck. He slides the hood off his head and grins a totally demented grin as he walks to the passenger side of the truck. He opens the door.
Spike: After you Frank...
Spike closes the door then walks around and opens his own door before climbing in. After a few seconds the ignition is switched and the engine roars to life. Inside we can see Spike talking to nothing but thin air....the scene fades away as Spike drives off...
