Post by Spike Kane on Mar 1, 2008 17:12:33 GMT -6
Father and Son/Casualty of Society/The Best Defence
The scene opens up on a large group of trees. The trees themselves stand on the edge of what looks like a playing field. Down the small hill below the trees is a large picnic and sports activity going on. The sun beams down on the happy families as they run about and share the fun times together. A figure can be spotted sitting at the top of the hill, leaning back against one of the trees, looking down at the picnic where a sign reads “Father and Son Sports Day” the lonely figure on the hill looks down at the families before the camera pans in on him. Seeing Spike Kane, the nCw World Champion sitting with his knees up looking down and twirling a twig around his fingers.
Spike: You know...it’s the stupid things like this that hit you. The over the top happy famliness of things that strikes you right in the heart when you don’t have that family to be happy with. It seems to be something that runs through this business though...families, and tragedies. Not always together, but more often than not family tragedy fills the airtime of our wrestling federation’s. Be it the bull**** that fills up the WWE airtime or the crap that floods through the airwaves of nCw. The Ryan Family Saga, or the Kane Family Travesty. Family is always something Lance and I have to deal with in this company....but in different ways. Everybody seems to be overlooking the fact that Lance Ryan has a match tomorrow night with his son...a Hardcore Match to be more specific....and Lance honestly believes he can go through that and then go toe to toe with The Spiked One and The Maniac?
Spike snaps the twig as he watches the fathers and sons compete in a three legged race. It’s not jealousy that fills the world champions heart, but compassion instead.
Spike: So the very man who sends countless shots my way about my dearly departed son, the very man who attempts to lecture me about family and how to deal with them...is going into a Hardcore match with his very own son. Correct me if I’m wrong, but fighting with your brother is just a little bit different from fighting with your son...right? And Lance, before you ride off on your shiny white horse of bull****...Jack attacked me. Jack turned his back on me..and I know why. Your snake tongue was whispering in his ear, telling him what I was, what I represented. If you hadn’t had your own motives Lance...if you’d have thought things through...hell, if Jack hadn’t of bought your bull****...hell...I’d probably be at Jack’s side right now in the Age of the Revolution...maybe not, but I know one thing for sure... me and my brother wouldn’t hate each other. We wouldn’t be enemies....we are, simply because of you...but don’t worry Lance, everything comes full circle...blood is thicker than water and all that jazz. Brad will come to his senses soon enough and we’ll be united once more...until that day I hold you personally responsible.
Spike climbs to his feet, still leaning against the tree.
Spike: A hardcore match against a son who has everything to prove...it makes me smile a little when I think about it. My son rests in heaven where one day, maybe I may see him again...your son is waiting to beat the holy crap out of you. I don’t think poetic justice really fits the bill, but I guess it’ll do. Lance...I’ve seen Jamie fight, he fights like he’s in a war, and I know he’s not the push over you think he is...I’m just hoping that Jamie doesn’t do too much damage...because quite frankly I want to be the one that takes you out. I want to be the man that has knocked you off your perch two times. The only man to do so...because Lance, it fills me with joy watching an asshole like you struggle to swim when thrown overboard. You hold yourself in such high regard when the truth is...you have nothing to be proud of. You belittle my title defences when...come on let’s see who you defended against...hmm....Davey Ortega.....Davey Ortega beaten by myself and The Empire...oh..and, no you didn’t defend against me, I beat you and took the only thing that made people pay attention to you. Hall of Fame really means nothing when you’re the only man there does it Lance? It just shows how much the management has its head firmly up your ass. Be it Dante Cross, Leonard Fox or even Kelly...somebody dropped the ball there. You see Lance, my opinion of you...is that you’re a joke, you’re a lie. A front. That’s exactly what you are, a facade but hey....not all of us can be as great as me huh?
Spike flips his hood up and turns his back on the whole father son deal, beginning o take a step into the trees.
Spike: It’s not a question of who is the better family man Lance, who is the better father. My son may be dead, he may have passed from this world, but my son died with love in his heart, knowing that his father would die for him. You on the other hand...well, as a father you disgust me, almost as much as you do a performer. This business makes us tough, life on the road is not easy, nor is it easy for our families...but real families can survive, pass through it. The only REALY family I ever had was Freya. Freya has stood by me through thick and thin, when Zell came into my life, and when Zell was taken away. You mocked me by naming your son after mine...let me tell you Lance, mockery is the best form of flattery. So I look at the memory of Zell Kane, of the lives he touched and I know my son in his short lifespan achieved more than either of your sons will Lance, even more than you will...he truly was a good human being...you old friend...you are waste, scum...you are the source of a virus, the human plague...and I have the vaccine. A Spike Impailer followed by a swift three count will put an end to your lies, your bull****...and if I have my way...it’ll put an end to you Lance Ryan, you rise to the top you shine ever so brightly...it simply means your end Lance...because every once in a while..stars shine brightest...just as they supernova!
Spike smirks at the camera, just like old times as he heads off into the thickness of the tress. The sun beams down and a glare comes across the screen before we fade too...
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...the new scene which is Spike Kane walking out from the woods, to an open space with a huge lake. Spike walks out of the trees, but the opening is not bathed in sunlight. The threes around here reach high enough to pretty much block the sun. Light seeps through but this place is calm and peaceful. Spike walks up to the edge of the lake and pulls his hood down. He squats at the edge picking up a handful of pebbles as he dangles his feet over the edge. Spike begins to absent mindedly throw the pebbles into the lake.
Spike: You know...Jack Manson is not the kind of man I expected to stoop to Lance Ryan’s level...but then again, I guess a man who is desperate will do whatever he can huh? Rock the boat, shake the foundations and all that crap. Right? I mean...Jack offers his condolences regarding Nola’s passing, then turns around and completely switches...turning into Lance and saying how it is my fault? Well...allow me to say this in the nicest possible way...Jack Manson, wake the **** up! Welcome to yesterday assclown. In case you were too busy masturbating at home...I already accepted that the deaths of both Nola and Zell were my fault....I’ve come to terms with those facts. Does that mean I’m over it? No! Who could ever get over that? Huh? Not even me, the supposed sickest man in this business and then the supposed Hero of nCw. I may come across as a heartless bastard at times and...well, let’s not mince words here. I am a heartless bastard at times! Any who, that’s besides the point...the people I love will always be in my heart, and of course when somebody who doesn’t even come close to them in this life mentions them, or defiles their memories...well of course it pisses me off. I don’t blame you Jack Manson, I don’t blame you for you cheap tactics, for your dirty shots, for your idiocy...no it’s not your fault at all...it may not even be your parents, your simply a casualty of society Jack...and that my friend is a shame.
Spike skims a pebble across the water it bounces once....twice....thrice...and sinks. Spike smirks as he throws again.[/color]
Spike: Jack, I’m surprised you showed your face on television this week. I know it was to deny the rumours, the whispers that you’re going to choke just like Davey Ortega. The funny thing is...you will...and then the only people who haven’t choked in a world title match would be Lance Ryan and I. Does it amuse the rest of the world as much as it amuse me, that the more I talk about Jack Manson, the more Lance Ryan’s name pops up? Like I said...a cancer...a disease. Jack..you struggle through life on a daily basis, you fight with yourself, in your own mind. You cannot possibly hope to become the leading figure in nCw, in this business today. Let’s face it Jack, you’re not role model material...whereas me? I am a man who has come from the side that didn’t even have tracks, let alone the bad side of them. I’ve earned everything along my way, fought, scrabbled, clung and dragged my way to the top. I stand her, drug free, poison free...you waste your time talking about the “sport” of thugs and louts. The culture of let’s get drunk go to a game and start a fight. Hell, nobody cares who wins anymore, they only care about the fight afterwards...it’s a disgrace Jack. It’s a disgraceful nation...and I lump you in there with the dregs of society who need to be wiped from the face of existence. A terrible state of affairs when a two time national champion, a hall of fame candidate...isn’t even worthy of being called a human being, but then again when I look at our race, how many actually are? How many go out of their way to make the world a better place? Everything is all about me, me, me...today a man asked me for directions. I forget them, so a pedestrian nearby told him some...as he walked away, I realised they were wrong and approached the pedestrian. He told me he didn’t care that some poor stranger would be driving the wrong way. So I ran into the road to stop the stranger and gave him the correct directions. A simple act of kindness, a simple act of humanity once again sets me apart from you...makes me better than you. That was never a secret thought really was it? I beat you for the National Title, in the hardcore barbed wire cage...I left you in a pool of blood, kicking and screaming..I sky rocketed to fame, you hit the glass ceiling. Well now I’m looking through that ceiling and I’m prepared to stamp on your face.
Spike scrambles back to his feet, dropping the remaining pebbles in his hands. He turns back towards the trees but doesn’t walk to them, he walks slightly to the left where we can see a small dirt road. Spike’s pickup truck is parked there, and Freya Kane can be seen sitting on the back of the truck, lost in her own little world.
Spike: Your pride is on the line tomorrow night Jack Manson, but your pride has already taken a drastic hit, losing the national title to Joe Everyman. The butt of many a joke, the generic wrestler who never seems to break out of the mould...that has to be a confidence attack right there. Knowing that you’re going into the ring with the two best in this business and a snake. In the back of your mind you have to be thinking how can you hang with us after losing to Everyman....right? You can claim that the National title was holding you back...look what it did for my career Jack. Am I the only person to avoid the National title curse? Because it sure looks that way. The truth is there for all to see Jack...you just can’t cut it, you peaked and fell dramatically quickly. I will not deny that you earned a shot at the world title. I think you’ve deserved a shot for a while now...unlike Davey Ortega’s THIRD title shot, Christian stealing the title to get one....unlike them, you fought, hard and strong...but sadly it’s taken all the fight out of you. You’re nothing but a shell of the man you used to be, the man I fought in the war between NWS and The Empire is long gone...burnt out....empty, and wasted. The time is over, you missed out Jack, now do the right thing and move on in an orderly fashion so I can retain my world title and move onto the winner of the Coliseum match.
Spike slips his hood up again and slides his hands into his pocket as he walks up to the truck.
Spike: Both of you, much like many of the nCw faithful underestimate me. It’s clear to see, most people thought I would not retain my title at Sovereign hell it even crossed my mind. But I’m a determined mother****er...I will fight until there is no breath left in me. I will take everybody in my way down, and I will go down swinging. If I am to lose my title...I will lose it by causing as much damage as possible. Tomorrow night...I either walk out as the nCw World Heavyweight Champion...or nobody walks out at all!
Freya: Come on Spikey, its cold out here!
Spike: Still at my side...my sister. The one person I love more than any other. Family ties bind us, as do our principals...that is why I will be victorious tomorrow night. Lance, Jack, you want the championship out of greed. It’s clear as day in your eyes...me, I will defend and keep the championship and a be a beacon for the entire world of what is great, what is pure about humanity and how to change the world....nothing will stay in my way, nothing will...huh...I guess me and my brother do have something in common...because tomorrow night, Jack Manson, lance Ryan...as good old Reckless Jack would say....nothing saves...
Spike smirks a twisted little smirk as he reaches the truck. Freya taps him on the head as she climbs into the passenger seat. Spike then rounds and climbs into the driver’s seat. Spike switches on the ignition and “What drives the weak” by Shadows Fall blasts from the sound system. The engine roars before the truck drives off into the distance. The camera pans back to the lake...before it fades.
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Taken from the upcoming nCw Magazine, featuring an interview with the nCw World Champion Spike Kane!
1. Champ....how's it been?
Well, as you’ve probably seen on nCw television, things aren’t exactly great for me right now. I’m on a losing streak right now, having lost my third match in a row. Going unbeaten since October last year. Add to that my ex-girlfriend committed suicide last week and her father turns out to be the man I hate more than anything in the world.
But hey, at least I’m still the nCw World Champion.
2. You've had a pretty successful championship run here in nCw. What do you attribute to it?
I’d like to say it’s because I truly am the best in nCw. Yet the truth is, it’s down to experience. Knowing what to do, in what situation and how to pull it off. There’s a reason why I earned my right to fight for the World Title. To topple Lance Ryan off of his perch. I didn’t beg, I didn’t whine. I fought, and beat superstar after superstar...doing it the old fashioned way and earning my right. Defending the title is a different story. Each defence is a different story. Mark Evil, Davey Ortega and Christian Kane....each man was greedy, each man wanted to be the king of nCw, but I stopped them and I stand here still the nCw World Champion, stronger and wiser.
3. At Sovereign you're in a triple threat match for your title, with men you are familiar with. Do you feel any of these men have your number?
If any of these men had my number, I wouldn’t be holding the World Championship right now. I’ve defeated both men before in such high stakes matches, at pay per views. They are the men I defeated to claim the gold I have done in nCw. I know going into Sovereign it will not be easy, it will be a fit, a battle hard and brutal. I know this, and I’m prepared mentally and physically. There’s nothing Jack or Lance could throw at me that I wouldn’t be able to tackle. Like I’ve said on many occasions, I’m the World Champion for a reason. I’ve have toppled many men on my rise to fame, my path to glory. Over the past few weeks my ego has suffered at my losses, but my mind was awoken. I had become stale, allowing my pride and ego to do all the work for me. That is not who I am, that is not what got me this far. What got me here was hard work, determination...not being afraid to differ from the norm...and not being afraid to kick ten shades of **** out of my opponent, which I garuntee you i will at Sovereign!
4. Davey Ortega is the special referee. Care to give your thoughts?
This is something I’ve barely touched on this week. Davey has something planned, it’s as simple as that. Davey Ortega all but fell off the planet. He says he was worried about Trent Helms, concerned with the brutality he unleashed upon the spaceman. In my opinion, Davey bitched out. Davey couldn’t cope with the fact that he might have to shed some blood to end the mid-card rising. This in itself just fizzled and died, because nobody but Trent cared about it. Then out of nowhere Davey shows up and “accidentally” costs Manson and myself the tag team match against Lance and RJ? Hmm...what a coincidence that immediately after it’s announced that he’s the special guest referee for our match at Sovereign. It bugs me, because Davey has had allegiances with each of us, the most recent being Jack Manson. I know that Davey has something planned, and will try his damndest to cost me the World Title one way or another...all I can do is try and prepare for it...which, obviously, is what I’ve been doing.
5. If you retain you face the winner of the Coliseum match. Can we get a prediction from you? And who would you like to face?
The Coliseum match is insane, I have to give props to Leonard Fox for that, it’s something that I’d probably come up with. The contenders are fierce...I mean it’s not like it’s the winner gets a free candy bar or something...it’s a shot at the nCw World Championship! Only two of the men in this match haven’t come across me in one way or another in my wrestling career. Ricky Johnson and Sexy Jason. True Sexy Jason was a member of the Empire at one point, and I do like to call him a friend, I think he’s coming a long way...but just look at the match look who’s in it. One half of the Tag Team Champions, the X-Division Champion, the Xtreme Champion. Only one of them can walk away the nCw Gladiator though...and as much as I’d love to walk out of Sovereign still the world champ and going up against one of these guys...well, I’ll just have to try my hardest...I predict that Dave Holland will pull out the win on this occasion. As for whom I’d like to face? All of them...every last one of them. I’d like to think that a win over me in this federation means something nowadays, I mean...that is why John Anthony is in this match. I really would like to take each one on, and educate them, as well as myself...it could be fun. Crazy...but fun. I just wanna wish all six men good luck for their match.
Well Spike....thank you for the interview. Good luck at Sovereign.
Thank you very much. I’m glad I could spare the time for nCw Magazine, and here’s to many more interviews in the future...hopefully you’ll be interviewing me going into next month’s pay per view for yet another title defence.
End.
The scene opens up on a large group of trees. The trees themselves stand on the edge of what looks like a playing field. Down the small hill below the trees is a large picnic and sports activity going on. The sun beams down on the happy families as they run about and share the fun times together. A figure can be spotted sitting at the top of the hill, leaning back against one of the trees, looking down at the picnic where a sign reads “Father and Son Sports Day” the lonely figure on the hill looks down at the families before the camera pans in on him. Seeing Spike Kane, the nCw World Champion sitting with his knees up looking down and twirling a twig around his fingers.
Spike: You know...it’s the stupid things like this that hit you. The over the top happy famliness of things that strikes you right in the heart when you don’t have that family to be happy with. It seems to be something that runs through this business though...families, and tragedies. Not always together, but more often than not family tragedy fills the airtime of our wrestling federation’s. Be it the bull**** that fills up the WWE airtime or the crap that floods through the airwaves of nCw. The Ryan Family Saga, or the Kane Family Travesty. Family is always something Lance and I have to deal with in this company....but in different ways. Everybody seems to be overlooking the fact that Lance Ryan has a match tomorrow night with his son...a Hardcore Match to be more specific....and Lance honestly believes he can go through that and then go toe to toe with The Spiked One and The Maniac?
Spike snaps the twig as he watches the fathers and sons compete in a three legged race. It’s not jealousy that fills the world champions heart, but compassion instead.
Spike: So the very man who sends countless shots my way about my dearly departed son, the very man who attempts to lecture me about family and how to deal with them...is going into a Hardcore match with his very own son. Correct me if I’m wrong, but fighting with your brother is just a little bit different from fighting with your son...right? And Lance, before you ride off on your shiny white horse of bull****...Jack attacked me. Jack turned his back on me..and I know why. Your snake tongue was whispering in his ear, telling him what I was, what I represented. If you hadn’t had your own motives Lance...if you’d have thought things through...hell, if Jack hadn’t of bought your bull****...hell...I’d probably be at Jack’s side right now in the Age of the Revolution...maybe not, but I know one thing for sure... me and my brother wouldn’t hate each other. We wouldn’t be enemies....we are, simply because of you...but don’t worry Lance, everything comes full circle...blood is thicker than water and all that jazz. Brad will come to his senses soon enough and we’ll be united once more...until that day I hold you personally responsible.
Spike climbs to his feet, still leaning against the tree.
Spike: A hardcore match against a son who has everything to prove...it makes me smile a little when I think about it. My son rests in heaven where one day, maybe I may see him again...your son is waiting to beat the holy crap out of you. I don’t think poetic justice really fits the bill, but I guess it’ll do. Lance...I’ve seen Jamie fight, he fights like he’s in a war, and I know he’s not the push over you think he is...I’m just hoping that Jamie doesn’t do too much damage...because quite frankly I want to be the one that takes you out. I want to be the man that has knocked you off your perch two times. The only man to do so...because Lance, it fills me with joy watching an asshole like you struggle to swim when thrown overboard. You hold yourself in such high regard when the truth is...you have nothing to be proud of. You belittle my title defences when...come on let’s see who you defended against...hmm....Davey Ortega.....Davey Ortega beaten by myself and The Empire...oh..and, no you didn’t defend against me, I beat you and took the only thing that made people pay attention to you. Hall of Fame really means nothing when you’re the only man there does it Lance? It just shows how much the management has its head firmly up your ass. Be it Dante Cross, Leonard Fox or even Kelly...somebody dropped the ball there. You see Lance, my opinion of you...is that you’re a joke, you’re a lie. A front. That’s exactly what you are, a facade but hey....not all of us can be as great as me huh?
Spike flips his hood up and turns his back on the whole father son deal, beginning o take a step into the trees.
Spike: It’s not a question of who is the better family man Lance, who is the better father. My son may be dead, he may have passed from this world, but my son died with love in his heart, knowing that his father would die for him. You on the other hand...well, as a father you disgust me, almost as much as you do a performer. This business makes us tough, life on the road is not easy, nor is it easy for our families...but real families can survive, pass through it. The only REALY family I ever had was Freya. Freya has stood by me through thick and thin, when Zell came into my life, and when Zell was taken away. You mocked me by naming your son after mine...let me tell you Lance, mockery is the best form of flattery. So I look at the memory of Zell Kane, of the lives he touched and I know my son in his short lifespan achieved more than either of your sons will Lance, even more than you will...he truly was a good human being...you old friend...you are waste, scum...you are the source of a virus, the human plague...and I have the vaccine. A Spike Impailer followed by a swift three count will put an end to your lies, your bull****...and if I have my way...it’ll put an end to you Lance Ryan, you rise to the top you shine ever so brightly...it simply means your end Lance...because every once in a while..stars shine brightest...just as they supernova!
Spike smirks at the camera, just like old times as he heads off into the thickness of the tress. The sun beams down and a glare comes across the screen before we fade too...
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...the new scene which is Spike Kane walking out from the woods, to an open space with a huge lake. Spike walks out of the trees, but the opening is not bathed in sunlight. The threes around here reach high enough to pretty much block the sun. Light seeps through but this place is calm and peaceful. Spike walks up to the edge of the lake and pulls his hood down. He squats at the edge picking up a handful of pebbles as he dangles his feet over the edge. Spike begins to absent mindedly throw the pebbles into the lake.
Spike: You know...Jack Manson is not the kind of man I expected to stoop to Lance Ryan’s level...but then again, I guess a man who is desperate will do whatever he can huh? Rock the boat, shake the foundations and all that crap. Right? I mean...Jack offers his condolences regarding Nola’s passing, then turns around and completely switches...turning into Lance and saying how it is my fault? Well...allow me to say this in the nicest possible way...Jack Manson, wake the **** up! Welcome to yesterday assclown. In case you were too busy masturbating at home...I already accepted that the deaths of both Nola and Zell were my fault....I’ve come to terms with those facts. Does that mean I’m over it? No! Who could ever get over that? Huh? Not even me, the supposed sickest man in this business and then the supposed Hero of nCw. I may come across as a heartless bastard at times and...well, let’s not mince words here. I am a heartless bastard at times! Any who, that’s besides the point...the people I love will always be in my heart, and of course when somebody who doesn’t even come close to them in this life mentions them, or defiles their memories...well of course it pisses me off. I don’t blame you Jack Manson, I don’t blame you for you cheap tactics, for your dirty shots, for your idiocy...no it’s not your fault at all...it may not even be your parents, your simply a casualty of society Jack...and that my friend is a shame.
Spike skims a pebble across the water it bounces once....twice....thrice...and sinks. Spike smirks as he throws again.[/color]
Spike: Jack, I’m surprised you showed your face on television this week. I know it was to deny the rumours, the whispers that you’re going to choke just like Davey Ortega. The funny thing is...you will...and then the only people who haven’t choked in a world title match would be Lance Ryan and I. Does it amuse the rest of the world as much as it amuse me, that the more I talk about Jack Manson, the more Lance Ryan’s name pops up? Like I said...a cancer...a disease. Jack..you struggle through life on a daily basis, you fight with yourself, in your own mind. You cannot possibly hope to become the leading figure in nCw, in this business today. Let’s face it Jack, you’re not role model material...whereas me? I am a man who has come from the side that didn’t even have tracks, let alone the bad side of them. I’ve earned everything along my way, fought, scrabbled, clung and dragged my way to the top. I stand her, drug free, poison free...you waste your time talking about the “sport” of thugs and louts. The culture of let’s get drunk go to a game and start a fight. Hell, nobody cares who wins anymore, they only care about the fight afterwards...it’s a disgrace Jack. It’s a disgraceful nation...and I lump you in there with the dregs of society who need to be wiped from the face of existence. A terrible state of affairs when a two time national champion, a hall of fame candidate...isn’t even worthy of being called a human being, but then again when I look at our race, how many actually are? How many go out of their way to make the world a better place? Everything is all about me, me, me...today a man asked me for directions. I forget them, so a pedestrian nearby told him some...as he walked away, I realised they were wrong and approached the pedestrian. He told me he didn’t care that some poor stranger would be driving the wrong way. So I ran into the road to stop the stranger and gave him the correct directions. A simple act of kindness, a simple act of humanity once again sets me apart from you...makes me better than you. That was never a secret thought really was it? I beat you for the National Title, in the hardcore barbed wire cage...I left you in a pool of blood, kicking and screaming..I sky rocketed to fame, you hit the glass ceiling. Well now I’m looking through that ceiling and I’m prepared to stamp on your face.
Spike scrambles back to his feet, dropping the remaining pebbles in his hands. He turns back towards the trees but doesn’t walk to them, he walks slightly to the left where we can see a small dirt road. Spike’s pickup truck is parked there, and Freya Kane can be seen sitting on the back of the truck, lost in her own little world.
Spike: Your pride is on the line tomorrow night Jack Manson, but your pride has already taken a drastic hit, losing the national title to Joe Everyman. The butt of many a joke, the generic wrestler who never seems to break out of the mould...that has to be a confidence attack right there. Knowing that you’re going into the ring with the two best in this business and a snake. In the back of your mind you have to be thinking how can you hang with us after losing to Everyman....right? You can claim that the National title was holding you back...look what it did for my career Jack. Am I the only person to avoid the National title curse? Because it sure looks that way. The truth is there for all to see Jack...you just can’t cut it, you peaked and fell dramatically quickly. I will not deny that you earned a shot at the world title. I think you’ve deserved a shot for a while now...unlike Davey Ortega’s THIRD title shot, Christian stealing the title to get one....unlike them, you fought, hard and strong...but sadly it’s taken all the fight out of you. You’re nothing but a shell of the man you used to be, the man I fought in the war between NWS and The Empire is long gone...burnt out....empty, and wasted. The time is over, you missed out Jack, now do the right thing and move on in an orderly fashion so I can retain my world title and move onto the winner of the Coliseum match.
Spike slips his hood up again and slides his hands into his pocket as he walks up to the truck.
Spike: Both of you, much like many of the nCw faithful underestimate me. It’s clear to see, most people thought I would not retain my title at Sovereign hell it even crossed my mind. But I’m a determined mother****er...I will fight until there is no breath left in me. I will take everybody in my way down, and I will go down swinging. If I am to lose my title...I will lose it by causing as much damage as possible. Tomorrow night...I either walk out as the nCw World Heavyweight Champion...or nobody walks out at all!
Freya: Come on Spikey, its cold out here!
Spike: Still at my side...my sister. The one person I love more than any other. Family ties bind us, as do our principals...that is why I will be victorious tomorrow night. Lance, Jack, you want the championship out of greed. It’s clear as day in your eyes...me, I will defend and keep the championship and a be a beacon for the entire world of what is great, what is pure about humanity and how to change the world....nothing will stay in my way, nothing will...huh...I guess me and my brother do have something in common...because tomorrow night, Jack Manson, lance Ryan...as good old Reckless Jack would say....nothing saves...
Spike smirks a twisted little smirk as he reaches the truck. Freya taps him on the head as she climbs into the passenger seat. Spike then rounds and climbs into the driver’s seat. Spike switches on the ignition and “What drives the weak” by Shadows Fall blasts from the sound system. The engine roars before the truck drives off into the distance. The camera pans back to the lake...before it fades.
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Taken from the upcoming nCw Magazine, featuring an interview with the nCw World Champion Spike Kane!
1. Champ....how's it been?
Well, as you’ve probably seen on nCw television, things aren’t exactly great for me right now. I’m on a losing streak right now, having lost my third match in a row. Going unbeaten since October last year. Add to that my ex-girlfriend committed suicide last week and her father turns out to be the man I hate more than anything in the world.
But hey, at least I’m still the nCw World Champion.
2. You've had a pretty successful championship run here in nCw. What do you attribute to it?
I’d like to say it’s because I truly am the best in nCw. Yet the truth is, it’s down to experience. Knowing what to do, in what situation and how to pull it off. There’s a reason why I earned my right to fight for the World Title. To topple Lance Ryan off of his perch. I didn’t beg, I didn’t whine. I fought, and beat superstar after superstar...doing it the old fashioned way and earning my right. Defending the title is a different story. Each defence is a different story. Mark Evil, Davey Ortega and Christian Kane....each man was greedy, each man wanted to be the king of nCw, but I stopped them and I stand here still the nCw World Champion, stronger and wiser.
3. At Sovereign you're in a triple threat match for your title, with men you are familiar with. Do you feel any of these men have your number?
If any of these men had my number, I wouldn’t be holding the World Championship right now. I’ve defeated both men before in such high stakes matches, at pay per views. They are the men I defeated to claim the gold I have done in nCw. I know going into Sovereign it will not be easy, it will be a fit, a battle hard and brutal. I know this, and I’m prepared mentally and physically. There’s nothing Jack or Lance could throw at me that I wouldn’t be able to tackle. Like I’ve said on many occasions, I’m the World Champion for a reason. I’ve have toppled many men on my rise to fame, my path to glory. Over the past few weeks my ego has suffered at my losses, but my mind was awoken. I had become stale, allowing my pride and ego to do all the work for me. That is not who I am, that is not what got me this far. What got me here was hard work, determination...not being afraid to differ from the norm...and not being afraid to kick ten shades of **** out of my opponent, which I garuntee you i will at Sovereign!
4. Davey Ortega is the special referee. Care to give your thoughts?
This is something I’ve barely touched on this week. Davey has something planned, it’s as simple as that. Davey Ortega all but fell off the planet. He says he was worried about Trent Helms, concerned with the brutality he unleashed upon the spaceman. In my opinion, Davey bitched out. Davey couldn’t cope with the fact that he might have to shed some blood to end the mid-card rising. This in itself just fizzled and died, because nobody but Trent cared about it. Then out of nowhere Davey shows up and “accidentally” costs Manson and myself the tag team match against Lance and RJ? Hmm...what a coincidence that immediately after it’s announced that he’s the special guest referee for our match at Sovereign. It bugs me, because Davey has had allegiances with each of us, the most recent being Jack Manson. I know that Davey has something planned, and will try his damndest to cost me the World Title one way or another...all I can do is try and prepare for it...which, obviously, is what I’ve been doing.
5. If you retain you face the winner of the Coliseum match. Can we get a prediction from you? And who would you like to face?
The Coliseum match is insane, I have to give props to Leonard Fox for that, it’s something that I’d probably come up with. The contenders are fierce...I mean it’s not like it’s the winner gets a free candy bar or something...it’s a shot at the nCw World Championship! Only two of the men in this match haven’t come across me in one way or another in my wrestling career. Ricky Johnson and Sexy Jason. True Sexy Jason was a member of the Empire at one point, and I do like to call him a friend, I think he’s coming a long way...but just look at the match look who’s in it. One half of the Tag Team Champions, the X-Division Champion, the Xtreme Champion. Only one of them can walk away the nCw Gladiator though...and as much as I’d love to walk out of Sovereign still the world champ and going up against one of these guys...well, I’ll just have to try my hardest...I predict that Dave Holland will pull out the win on this occasion. As for whom I’d like to face? All of them...every last one of them. I’d like to think that a win over me in this federation means something nowadays, I mean...that is why John Anthony is in this match. I really would like to take each one on, and educate them, as well as myself...it could be fun. Crazy...but fun. I just wanna wish all six men good luck for their match.
Well Spike....thank you for the interview. Good luck at Sovereign.
Thank you very much. I’m glad I could spare the time for nCw Magazine, and here’s to many more interviews in the future...hopefully you’ll be interviewing me going into next month’s pay per view for yet another title defence.
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